Night out

After a lot of  driving for MT, we reached our hotel yesterday. After a quick sleep as MT was exhausted, and some considerable body preparation on my part we went to the club. MT looked so fucking hot I was so proud to be going out with her. MT informs me I have say what she dressed me in, in the end for the benefit of people asking - I wore my leather gladiator 'harness' / top but criss crossed across my body, with black very low cut trousers that show my tattoo at the back, a metal belt, and enormous new rocks. MT was pleased & we both got lots of nice compliments.

The club was excellent, great venue and very nice people. The equipment was first class and the dungeon areas were atmospheric and well thought out.

I was allowed two glasses of wine which was really good, I have not had alcohol for a few weeks so it was a real treat. After some socialising MT took me upstairs and strapped me to a kneeling bench, buttocks bare of course. She then proceeded to give me a very thorough flogging to the back, and caning and strapping mostly to the buttocks. I have to be honest, I kicked and screamed and begged for all I was worth, it was so painful. Unfortunately, it had no effect.  She also hit my face with a very thick, heavy leather strap, and I remember the cane going across my upper arms.

At one stage I had to beg MT to give me a short break in between the blows as I was unable to get a good breath of air in between the pounding. It was like I was continuously taking great gasps in, but not having time to exhale. I was so glad when it finished, some 40 minutes or so after it had started. I was so bruised and sore.

Before I was allowed to pull up my trousers MT inserted the dreaded Njoy and then we went back to the socialising. We met some really nice new people last night, so MT was happily chatting away. We met one girl we got on with especially well. She was especially nice and very cute.

Next up was a visit to one of the two medical play areas. MT had me lay face down on a examination table and proceeded to cut my arse a lot and then drink my blood. On top of my beating the carving was excruciating and I got a bollocking for flinching and 'spoiling her artwork', silly old me to flinch while my flesh was being cut! Whatever next? She then also decided to cut my face. I was quite nervous as presenting one's face to someone like MT when she's in  cutting mood is a perilous thing, but she surprised me by only making a small shallow cut a couple of inches long. Fortunately, after this my request to be unplugged was granted, such relief. MT was so 'up' from drinking my blood it was like she was high on drugs, she had blood all around her face and this lovely wild exotic sexy look on her face....fuck she looked good. Very predatory. Her pupils go like saucers when she has blood and as she had a lot last night, which I can only presume coupled with her exhaustion is why it effected her so much.

Then downstairs and more socialising. There were chip butties which I was not permitted, she's such a fucking sadist. The third trip upstairs was shorter, the bench again and another sound thrashing, but by this time the endorphins and adrenalin etc were at quite high levels and the pain did not seem so bad.

Then more socialising then back to the hotel. We were both tired so sleep followed quickly. But on waking I was ordered to get the strap on out and MT spread my very sore, very marked and very bruised cheeks and gave me a very, very vigorous shafting. After many orgasms (MT's not mine) I was permitted to make love to her and gratefully was permitted an orgasm.

The long drive home in driving rain was tiring and very very painful. My cheeks are so sore and just feeling my trousers touching the skin is oh so painful. I'm very marked.

It was a good night, unfortunately MT was not feeling her best but still managed to give me a hell of a beating and general seeing to, and it seemed to perk her up as sadism (and drinking blood in particular) always does. She really is something special and her slave is feeling well and truly owned today.

Clubs, hotels, socks.... and buses

I found MT's stash of socks yesterday, OMG she has some socks. Socks for every occasion and eventuality, her stash makes my meagre sock collection look extremely pathetic (hers seems almost like a fetish to me). Not suprisingly, in amongst the four plus stuffed bags full of 'her' socks, I found numerous socks, that if I was allowed possessions, would most definitely be considered as being 'mine'. So, I rescued them and relocated them to a secret location. There is a risk I could be tortured but I shall hold out as long as possible, socks are important.....

Now as some of you know, the fact that I consider socks important is something MT has mocked me for and bitched about. So finding that my beloved Owner's strongly implied laissez-faire approach to socks is perhaps 'a little over stated' is worthy of mention. Because she definitely has far more socks than her mocked slave and to  the casual observer the four + bags full of her carefully arranged socks appear to be in existence for her various essential sock requirements. I am saying nothing of this hilarious  matter, whistes innocently......  

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In slightly less than two weeks time we are having a night away in the Midlands. A new BDSM club has opened which looks promising, and the dates line up with scheduled things. On the down side, MT is really looking forward to it, which means I am in for a very hard time. Apparently we will be staying overnight in a hotel, and that especially always spells danger. After severe thrashings (etc) MT likes to really use me and unfortunately the strap on will be coming with us. But this is not the worst possible outcome. MT has stated it might be a good opportunity to enjoy the pleasures of someone else, if she sees someone suitable at the event.

All in all it could be a difficult weekend, the drive home will almost certainly be a painful one.

At least, being the ever dutiful slave that I am, I can rest happily assured she will have warm feet.

Just a day

Today was a fairly normal day, apart from the fact that MT and I actually managed to spend 3 hours together as I had a job cancelled. It was really nice to spend some quality time together, of course most of this was spent in the prone position, no change there then.

MT is suffering quite a lot from her RA at the moment, her joints in her knees and hips are particularly troublesome.


On Friday we are venturing out to a club again. The trepidation is already beginning to mount, same venue as last time, so one can expect more pain and humiliation. The drive home is always so uncomfortable, I must remember to ask permission to get a soft cushion.

I have not had very much physical use recently as the recipient, because MT has been in too much pain. It is always a strange period when this happens. In some ways I feel the relief of not having to take all the painful stuff and of course the humiliation. On the other hand, I miss it and crave it, which I still find difficult to comprehend.

I have  learned to accept this is how I am, but it still puzzles me. It puzzles me so much, because the only thing I really get out of her sadism in a direct positive way is the pleasure of making her happy by taking whatever she dishes out.Perhaps I have moved along my path of slavery further than I thought, where I really am learning to focus entirely on her needs.