Love me Tender

The extra day off a week is helping with my tiredness and of course it means there is extra time for MT and I to be together. This in turn leads to more time for MT to amuse herself.

After a nice trip to Bury St Edmunds with a nice long coffe break (it was bloody cold today) it was back to the warmth of home.

After a late lunch I was ordered into the bedroom, told to strip and then made to lay face down on the bed. The 'threatened' gentle but long caning session became a reality. It was gentle compared to MT's usual offerings, but after such a long break it was bloody painful. All the wriggling around and twisting failed to put her off her aim.

Then came the immortal words ' spread your cheeks wide I am going to cane your fuckhole' . If you have been lucky enough to have never experienced this then you will not fully appreciate a) how painful it is and b) how humiliating it is and c) how it is virtually impossible to stop yourself from clenching your buttocks shut when the blow lands.

(Love from MT - it looks disappointingly light here, but t was lovely and red really)

So, I am sat here, rather uncomfortably, with a sore fuckhole from yesterday's strap-on, sore and bruised cheeks from caning and a bruised anus from caning. I might just stand up for a while after I have published this.

Bitch and Beach

What can I say.....it has been a busy 24 hrs. As can be seen by MT's input on here, she went on a little photo posting mission. My backside being the target, I think the photos reminded her to use it some more.

Thanks to those who made supportive comments about how spankable it looks, MT does not need that type of encouragement ;)

Bedtime was, shall we say, interesting. While pleasuring MT she suddenly decided to cane my anus. There was no warning about this dreaded activity, the thought obviously just occurred to her, probably because I admitted I was sore from the plug, and next thing I knew I was holding my cheeks apart while she delivered many hard strokes with the thin, stingy cane on 'her fuckhole'. I tried to stay in position but was 'dancing around' on the bed. MT said not to worry, any strokes that missed her desired target would not be counted. Apparently she has decided I am in need of anal discipline at present.

Then, not for the first time, MT made reference to 'treating me as her wife'. At great length, and in some fine detail she spent a long time explaining to me how I would be used if I was given the privilege of being allowed to be her 'wife'. Those who read this blog will no doubt of gathered that I am not, shall we say, a particularly stereotypical slave (although I am not totally sure what a 'stereotypical slave' would actually be in real life).

So being told about possible 'wife status', is shall we say, more than just a tad humiliating. Whilst this was occurring I was providing stimulus to MT's rather aroused clit, it was kinda scary just how wet this talk was making her. After some time, I was told 'get on your back bitch', so onto my back I went and MT used her 'wife' until she was satisfied.

She then rolled off, turned over and went to sleep......I am led to believe, as a wife, I should get used to this behaviour, ie being used and left wanting. I am sure some who read this blog may have some sympathy for my predicament.

This morning I was unceremoniously woken by the immortal words 'get on your front bitch', still half asleep I rolled over onto my tummy. I knew what the next instruction was  going to be, 'spread your thighs and stick your bottom up'. At least I was given lube before being given a very vigorous fucking with the hard long red dildo. It really is solid and and not only bruises but also causes friction burns. I got up with a very sore and very used bottom. How 'wifely'.

Then, we had a lovely trip to Blakeney.  It was great to have some nice relaxing time together as we have had a very stressful time lately. Time together to relax, unwind, and take in the scenery was very much appreciated and made a welcome change. We had some nice food, walked a long way, and MT took a few photos with her new camera.

Perhaps one day, as a lowly slave, I can aspire to this as my luxury yacht. Even slaves can dream.....

Blakeney is one of MT's favourite places. This will no doubt mystify my Antipodean readers in particular, who may not recognise this as the coast. And indeed it was extremely cold. But us Brits are made of stern stuff.

Tempting waters...

Glorious sands....

This is typical Blakeney 'beach' attire;

Fuck, I'm sexy in my beachwear

Hopefully the long walk in the Blakeney cold will have tired MT out a little and she will be fast asleep as soon as her pretty head hits the pillow........Hmmmmmm not gonna put too much money on that one.

Whipping post.

MT here tonight - waves.The scene:

I was feeling a little uptight for reasons nothing to do with N. N is very tired after a rough few days and was looking forward to watching some new show on TV.  Feeling stressed I thought it would be pleasing to take it out on N and put him to use as a whipping post.  I have therefore just had him strip, but very sweetly I thought, had him bend him over in front of the TV. Am I not kindly?

I then gave him a thorough caning which made him yelp rather a lot and of course he couldn't watch his programme at all as he was focusing on taking his beating. Taking my stress out on his rump was a great success and very enjoyable. You will be delighted and relieved to hear that I feel relaxed. If I smoked I'd be having a fag about now.

N is now sitting tenderly watching his TV show with red wine & chilli nuts (the food stuff before you ask), and being a kindly owner I am writing his blog for him.

Having discussed this sort of thing once before I am aware that thrashing him just as stress relief is deemed to be 'abusive' by some camps. Here however it is seen as his duty. Even though he's a pretty piece of arse, he's fundamentally here to be useful to me - and thrashing his arse was very useful tonight. He says he feels 'where he belongs'.