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Monday, August 10, 2015

Obedience

 We are on a three day train trip and have our own sleeper car. Still, only a curtain separates us from the other passengers walking by. Because of the nearness of others, He has refrained from spanking, but that doesn't mean he has refrained from discipline me, it simply means He is more creative and I must be silent. Today, He opened the small cooler in our luggage and pulled out a prepared ginger fig. He told me to undress and to hand Him all of my clothing. I hesitated, not wanting to be so exposed in a semi-private place. I shouldn't have done that. He inserted the fig into my anus and I began to cry. The burning was intense. He then told me that because of my hesitation, not only would my back, but also my front burn. Obviously, he had planned ahead. He pulled out a tube of wasabi and told me to spread my legs. Very quietly i begged for forgiveness, but He laughed pleasantly. He enjoys my begging and i know this and so i do it often even thought i know He will not have mercy. Fear more reprisal, i do as he says and spread my legs. He squeezes a small dab of wasabi directly onto my clit and i have to bit my cheek to keep from crying out. Tears are no flowing down my cheeks as my lady parts burn. He kisses me and then sits back to watch. I squirm and wiggle, but because of the window and my nudity, i am restricted in my movements, despite the lack of bonds. But then, i look into His eyes and see His pleasure. And in His pleasure, i find my own.


Tuesday, July 28, 2015

Cool Down in a Hot Way

"It's not the heat, it's the humidity!" If you live anywhere close to the midwest, you hear this all summer long. When I hear it, I want to punch someone in the face. It IS the heat AND the humidity! If the actual temperature wasn't 101 then the 95% humidity wouldn't be so damned horrible! So, we stay inside, but since I am close to that Age of Black Magic (also called menopause), I'm still hot, despite the air conditioning. I complain. I whine, I grouch for a while. Finally, my Man has had it. He orders me to the Room. Again, rather than submitting like I know I should, I complain that it's just too hot to fool around. He gives me a look that tells me he is, most assuredly, NOT fooling around. I go. I know better know than to push him, so I follow his rule and remove my clothes before I enter. I'm not allowed to wear anything that he has not put on me into this Room. 

Shortly, he enters as well and he's carrying a small cooler. I look at it skeptically but he says nothing. At first. Then, he tells me to go to the Cross. It's isn't really a St. Andrew's Cross, but rather four eye hooks with attached carabiners which are screwed into the wall at the appropriate places. Once I'm in place, he attaches four cuffs to my ankles and wrists and hooks me in. Now, I'm immobile. He pulls ice bullet and puts it inside of me. I gasp at the coldness of it. Just to make sure it stays in place (since my legs are spread open), he fashions panties of sorts out of rope. 
out a fan and points it directly at me and I'm grateful for the cool breeze. Then, he pulls out an

"Okay, okay," I say. "You're tired of my complaints. but holy hell that's cold."
"It's about to get colder," he warns. "And then, then it will get very, very hot."

My Man is always right.





Friday, July 10, 2015

The Quality of Mercy

The quality of mercy is not Strain'd,
It droppeth as the gentle rain from Heaven
upon the place beneath: It is twice blessed
It blesses him that gives and him that takes. - - William Shakespeare, Merchant of Venice


As so it is. I do not ask for mercy, yet, when it is given, I am blessed. My only desire is to bless him who is merciful.