Yesterdays embarrassing photo has received mega views on FL. I have to give MT her due, she does know how to humiliate people. Nicknames such as peacock boy and pixie peacock have been floated around.
It is always interesting to note that it is mainly the female slaves that enjoy my humiliation the most. I think there is a heavy portion of sadistic tendencies in some of them.You know who you are.
MT is not very well and has had to get steroids, despite her feeling really crap she did manage to re-carve my anniversary mark and drink a little blood. It seemed to perk her up a bit. I meanwhile, found it excruciatingly painful..........it had just sort of started to heal.
After the cutting and the drinking she then cleaned my cuts with something that stung like acid, I still do not know what she used but it hurt like hell.So much so that I actually screamed.
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Tuesday, 20 December 2011
Thursday, 15 December 2011
Anniversary
The day finally arrived after much anticipation and trepidation. As usual, it was lovely to wake up next to MT but of course it was extra special today being as it was our 5th anniversary of her owning me.
Early this morning I was told to sit up in bed, I was anticipating some painful act, but instead was given a bow wrapped gift from MT. Inside the very nice box was a really lovely stainless steel bracelet. MT said that I am to wear it in place of my collar, when I am unable to wear my collar. It was a really nice surprise and I really like it a lot, it is something I would have chosen myself. And it's nice to have something to wear as a substitue collar as I would like to wear mine more often.
I then gave MT the bespoke anniversary card I had designed via Moonpig, it was of course of 'appropriate design' for the occasion ;) As is customary on our anniversary, I then presented her with my gift to her. The 'customary' part being, that I give her something she can inflict pain on me with.
This year, I chose something which she had previously expressed an interest in, a short synthetic cane. So I presented her with a short (60cm) 6 mm thick synthetic cane with a lambskin handle. I deliberately chose the thinner diameter as we have quite a few thicker canes and the thinner ones provide a greater sting, require less effort to wield and break my skin easier. Just the things she likes. I also gave her a voucher for money toward her planned driving lessons. This is kind of 'silly' as she could use the money anyway, but she keeps different budgets so it's effectively put some extra funds into that account (and under the present status of the funds I'm allowed to do that). Her driving plans are her main agenda at present that I know of. Though I'm quite sure that as usual she's up to a lot more of which I have no idea.....
After my doctor's appointment ( very useful, more medication including proper painkillers) it was time to start our day together at home. I was permitted the luxury of an iced Belgian bun filled with fresh cream, OMG it was the best one I have ever tasted. MT told me afterwards that it was 'before-care'. I cooked MT her poached eggs and made her Earl Grey tea as usual. Then it was off to the bedroom.
After a thorough inspection of her property and associated verbal report, which was favourable, but not without some directions for the future, it was time to be test her new toy.
After some very thorough 'testing' that went on for an extremely long time and covered a great deal of my body, and after much pillow biting, screaming and shouting, not to mention pleading, the synthetic cane was finally put to one side. The next item on Her agenda was 'marking' of the 5 years on my right hip.
The pain was almost unbelievable (she can do it less painfully but frequently elects not to), the overwriting was incredibly painful and at one point I would have given anything to have had it stopped.....but of course that is not an option. The mark is to become permanent, so this is sort of the initial cut. It will be re-opened as many times as required to form a permanent scar. MT of course enjoyed sucking at my blood, vigorously. After she had finished she cuddled me and we both fell asleep.
Being property is by far the hardest thing I have ever done, but it also happens to be the best thing I have ever done. At times I find it so difficult, but the rewards are sublime and I would not swap it for anything.
I love MT and I really love our relationship. It has it's ups and downs, but then life is like that, and there are always far more ups than downs. I am very fortunate to have found my place in life. I am Hers.
Early this morning I was told to sit up in bed, I was anticipating some painful act, but instead was given a bow wrapped gift from MT. Inside the very nice box was a really lovely stainless steel bracelet. MT said that I am to wear it in place of my collar, when I am unable to wear my collar. It was a really nice surprise and I really like it a lot, it is something I would have chosen myself. And it's nice to have something to wear as a substitue collar as I would like to wear mine more often.
I then gave MT the bespoke anniversary card I had designed via Moonpig, it was of course of 'appropriate design' for the occasion ;) As is customary on our anniversary, I then presented her with my gift to her. The 'customary' part being, that I give her something she can inflict pain on me with.
This year, I chose something which she had previously expressed an interest in, a short synthetic cane. So I presented her with a short (60cm) 6 mm thick synthetic cane with a lambskin handle. I deliberately chose the thinner diameter as we have quite a few thicker canes and the thinner ones provide a greater sting, require less effort to wield and break my skin easier. Just the things she likes. I also gave her a voucher for money toward her planned driving lessons. This is kind of 'silly' as she could use the money anyway, but she keeps different budgets so it's effectively put some extra funds into that account (and under the present status of the funds I'm allowed to do that). Her driving plans are her main agenda at present that I know of. Though I'm quite sure that as usual she's up to a lot more of which I have no idea.....
After my doctor's appointment ( very useful, more medication including proper painkillers) it was time to start our day together at home. I was permitted the luxury of an iced Belgian bun filled with fresh cream, OMG it was the best one I have ever tasted. MT told me afterwards that it was 'before-care'. I cooked MT her poached eggs and made her Earl Grey tea as usual. Then it was off to the bedroom.
After a thorough inspection of her property and associated verbal report, which was favourable, but not without some directions for the future, it was time to be test her new toy.
After some very thorough 'testing' that went on for an extremely long time and covered a great deal of my body, and after much pillow biting, screaming and shouting, not to mention pleading, the synthetic cane was finally put to one side. The next item on Her agenda was 'marking' of the 5 years on my right hip.
The pain was almost unbelievable (she can do it less painfully but frequently elects not to), the overwriting was incredibly painful and at one point I would have given anything to have had it stopped.....but of course that is not an option. The mark is to become permanent, so this is sort of the initial cut. It will be re-opened as many times as required to form a permanent scar. MT of course enjoyed sucking at my blood, vigorously. After she had finished she cuddled me and we both fell asleep.
It has been a wonderful day and it is not even 6-00 pm yet,so there is plenty of time left to enjoy the rest of the evening. I'm also very aware that MT has not finished with tormenting my body for the day, and she's usually much more intense at night time....
Being property is by far the hardest thing I have ever done, but it also happens to be the best thing I have ever done. At times I find it so difficult, but the rewards are sublime and I would not swap it for anything.
Monday, 1 August 2011
Happy Anniversary
The last 48 hours have been frantic to say the least but we have done so much, now I feel totally knackered.
Sunday we went to the BDSM event, it was a hot sunny day so we were able to enjoy the outside play areas as well as the inside ones. MT looked awesome as usual and I wore my favourite outfit ie the gladiator one. I spent a lot of the time with it off though as MT does not like it getting in the way of her hurty things.
My first 'little' beating was over a kneeling bench, strapped around the chest and arms to avoid movement of course. I requested a warm up but was denied...the first sign it was going to be a hard day. The sjambok is not a nice weapon, especially when hit with it cold and relentlessly. It was very hard to take it and MT welted my buttocks and thighs with it so I was covered in harsh stripes and bruises.. I was relieved when it was over, but then of course other MT 'toys' were used.
After a long break and some lunch MT shackled my wrists with leather cuffs and then chained my hands high up on a large metal frame in the outside area. The dreaded sjambok was then used again, this time with more force and fuck did it hurt. Most of the blows were to my buttocks and thighs, but she also delivered them to my upper arms and calves. At one point MT had to stop hitting the right thigh as it had a nasty looking swelling on it. The sjambok marks instantly and I could see the thigh marks literally on impact.
During a very fast sjambok 'attack' I pulled and twisted so much I broke the chains that had been securing me to the frame...of course I got a bollocking for that as well. MT pointed out that the chians had been doubled through, but I didn't mean to break them. Then there was the tyburn, my back, chest, thighs, and sides were so sore and of course I begged for mercy on numerous occasions and made all sorts of squealy type noises and grunts. Yes there were lots of grunts. Every now and then MT would put down the sjambok or tyburn and start hitting me with her hands, mostly on my face or hips. That hurt too. MT was in one of her more brutal sadistic moods, and obviously enjoying herself intensely.
After coffee and cake (MT 'needed' cake as apparently beating me senseless is tiring) off we went to the medical play area with MT's sharp things. I am not sure if it was my cries or the sight of my blood from the six or so cut marks MT was carving into my flesh that scared off the people eating chips in the area. Or perhaps it was the sight of MT feasting and orgasming as she drank lots of my blood? Hard to tell really.
A very nice cross dresser who we had met a couple of years ago witnessed our little escapade however and found it very erotic. It came as not too much of a surprise when MT informed me that I would be sucking his cock in a short while. So after a relax and a drink we went off to the jacuzzi area and on some adjacent beds and I performed as required by MT, with MT pushing my head down. MT made her usual delicate commentary during this, just pointing out to me that other people were watching me suck cock and what a disgrace I looked etc. Groan.
We decided to leave a little earlier so we could enjoy today better ie our five year anniversary. It was a painful drive home my thighs and buttocks were so sore. After a quick snack it was off to bed. Although both tired we had especially erotic sex incorporating some little rituals of MT's, and I was allowed to orgasm. In the morning, MT looked at my body which is covered in welts and cuts and bruises, growled, and ordered me to get the strap on out. My very painful cheeks were parted and she gave me a thorough shafting..... then I gave her an anniversary card, and she gave one to me, and we spent a lovely day in Norwich to celebrate. We had numerous coffees, lunch, milk shakes and cake and I bought MT a fabulous dress which she looks stunning in.
It has been great having two fantastic days and nights together, love, sex, bdsm, food, more sex etc. What more could a person want?
Sunday we went to the BDSM event, it was a hot sunny day so we were able to enjoy the outside play areas as well as the inside ones. MT looked awesome as usual and I wore my favourite outfit ie the gladiator one. I spent a lot of the time with it off though as MT does not like it getting in the way of her hurty things.
My first 'little' beating was over a kneeling bench, strapped around the chest and arms to avoid movement of course. I requested a warm up but was denied...the first sign it was going to be a hard day. The sjambok is not a nice weapon, especially when hit with it cold and relentlessly. It was very hard to take it and MT welted my buttocks and thighs with it so I was covered in harsh stripes and bruises.. I was relieved when it was over, but then of course other MT 'toys' were used.
After a long break and some lunch MT shackled my wrists with leather cuffs and then chained my hands high up on a large metal frame in the outside area. The dreaded sjambok was then used again, this time with more force and fuck did it hurt. Most of the blows were to my buttocks and thighs, but she also delivered them to my upper arms and calves. At one point MT had to stop hitting the right thigh as it had a nasty looking swelling on it. The sjambok marks instantly and I could see the thigh marks literally on impact.
During a very fast sjambok 'attack' I pulled and twisted so much I broke the chains that had been securing me to the frame...of course I got a bollocking for that as well. MT pointed out that the chians had been doubled through, but I didn't mean to break them. Then there was the tyburn, my back, chest, thighs, and sides were so sore and of course I begged for mercy on numerous occasions and made all sorts of squealy type noises and grunts. Yes there were lots of grunts. Every now and then MT would put down the sjambok or tyburn and start hitting me with her hands, mostly on my face or hips. That hurt too. MT was in one of her more brutal sadistic moods, and obviously enjoying herself intensely.
After coffee and cake (MT 'needed' cake as apparently beating me senseless is tiring) off we went to the medical play area with MT's sharp things. I am not sure if it was my cries or the sight of my blood from the six or so cut marks MT was carving into my flesh that scared off the people eating chips in the area. Or perhaps it was the sight of MT feasting and orgasming as she drank lots of my blood? Hard to tell really.
A very nice cross dresser who we had met a couple of years ago witnessed our little escapade however and found it very erotic. It came as not too much of a surprise when MT informed me that I would be sucking his cock in a short while. So after a relax and a drink we went off to the jacuzzi area and on some adjacent beds and I performed as required by MT, with MT pushing my head down. MT made her usual delicate commentary during this, just pointing out to me that other people were watching me suck cock and what a disgrace I looked etc. Groan.
We decided to leave a little earlier so we could enjoy today better ie our five year anniversary. It was a painful drive home my thighs and buttocks were so sore. After a quick snack it was off to bed. Although both tired we had especially erotic sex incorporating some little rituals of MT's, and I was allowed to orgasm. In the morning, MT looked at my body which is covered in welts and cuts and bruises, growled, and ordered me to get the strap on out. My very painful cheeks were parted and she gave me a thorough shafting..... then I gave her an anniversary card, and she gave one to me, and we spent a lovely day in Norwich to celebrate. We had numerous coffees, lunch, milk shakes and cake and I bought MT a fabulous dress which she looks stunning in.
It has been great having two fantastic days and nights together, love, sex, bdsm, food, more sex etc. What more could a person want?
Sunday, 12 June 2011
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.
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.
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