As Luck Would Have It....

A conversation I had with one of my boys today prompted me to start thinking.. yes, the gerbil wheel was turning folks!

And I came to the realization today that I am one lucky lucky woman.
 

Not only am I blessed with my family and friends, my relationship with God, two excellent jobs, and a home, but I am truly blessed in my BDSM lifestyle.

I thought about all the time I have spent with my brat, the frustration he has caused me with his behavior and how much time, training, effort and emotion I have put into him. I realize that despite all of his mess-ups that he is honestly trying to be a good boy, and to be a good boy for me. After a conversation with him this evening I realized how much I adore brat. Not only for his personality (regardless of how frustrated he makes me at times) but for the honesty he has with me about his feelings, thoughts and everything else. As well as for the respect, and gratefulness for me and the fact that he does go out of his way to make me happy and the little things he does for me, like getting me an enema bag simply because I mentioned I needed one, way, way back at the beginning of our conversations, or rubbing my feet after work when he comes over because he knows they hurt. Or saying something silly to make me laugh when I am crabby. Or curling up with me as I stroke his hair after we are done playing and I feel him breath a sigh of utter relaxation. Watching him grow and rise to the challenges I place for him has been amazing, he is going from a kinky bottom, to a true submissive. He still has far to go, but he is making amazing progress and I am honored and grateful to be the one training and molding him.

Lil boy is still very new to me, but I find that even in the little time I have had with him, he has become special to me in his own right. He has a wonderful personality and although I have not spent much of it with him, the time I have spent with him, and all of our conversations are truly cherished by me. He truly is an amazing person and his kindness and gentle nature just makes him even more so. His submission is absolutely beautiful, and although he still has much training to go through and many things to learn, I see him rising to the challenges I place before him. He also, has the remarkable ability to make me smile when I am having a shitty day. I know with time he will continue to impress and thrill me, and I know over time I will find even more reasons to adore him as well. Lil boy is still very new to the lifestyle and is eagerly absorbing everything I have to teach him, a characteristic I love. He is a very special submissive and I am honored and grateful to be the one teaching him what D/s and BDSM is truly all about.

I hurt myself the other day at work, and now I am on leave for an undetermined period of time. When they both found out, the concern for my well being was overwhelming. "I am only worried about you Ma'am" "Is there anything I can do to make you feel better?" Most submissives I have had, or played with, would normally respond with a "oh that sucks your sick or hurt or whatever... when can we play again" Where this time, both boys, scheduled to see me this week, ask me if I will be ok and up for playing. "I am only worried about you Ma'am" Or the most wonderful thing... "I would be content to just lay here all night with you if you wished"

Both of my boys updated their profiles the other night and reading them made me do some serious thinking. I truly am one lucky ass woman. Reading their updated profiles, and the conversations I have had with them both this weekend has warmed my heart and truly made me feel blessed. They both see me for who I truly am, which in my world is a rarity. They see this and not only to they see it, but they appreciate it.


I think I found the two most perfect submissives for me. Seriously... here I am a 24 year old woman, lucky enough to have not just one, but two beautiful, sexy wonderful submissives who I adore and in turn adore me. Its enough to make me all misty eyed just thinking about it. Damn, I am lucky.

Birthday Spankings for all!

So it was my birthday last Thursday.  I told my boy that there were only two things I wanted for my birthday. To spank someone and have birthday sex. Well... needless to say he happily obliged both wishes....

I worked Friday night, when I got home brat arrived a few minutes later. I greeted him with a hug and a kiss and instructed him to run my shower for me.

While I showered he stripped and was waiting for me naked on my bedroom floor playing with my cat. It was kinda cute.

After my shower I locked his collar on him and attached the beautiful new leather leash he had bought me for my birthday. He crawled on his hands and knees behind me into the living room and kneeled on the floor infront of me.

I had him rub my feet as I relaxed and listened to some Sara Brightman. It was wonderfully relaxing after the hellish night I had at work. I began to torment his nipples as he buried his face in my chest and begged me silently to kiss him....

After my lovely foot rub I instructed him to help me dress. Like a good boy, he helped me into my corset and then gently slid my boots on and zipped them up to my thighs. And promptly began to kiss and lick them like a good boy.

After a while I had him tied up from my ceiling. I started back on his nipples intermingling some spanking as he moaned and whined with every blow I laid.

I eventually untied him and laid him across my bed as I lit into his ass with my new paddles. By the time I got done with him his ass was cherry red and he found himself bound in a lovely hog tie I learned. I continued to torture his nipples with my fingers, nails, teeth and tongue. He whimpered and moaned in pain when I twisted and bit them. And he begged for more when I kissed and licked them gently. 



 I also enjoyed using my nails on his back. Honestly it looked like he got into a fight with a cougar and lost.... I was still scraping his skin from underneath my nails the next morning.  He groaned and moaned every time  I dragged my nails up his back. I honestly couldn't tell if it was because of pain or pleasure... I think it was a combination of both.


After a few hours of wonderful torture I had him back on his knees and told him that before he removed my boots he had something else to do. He looked a little worried until I told him to worship my pussy. A big grin crossed his face as I forced his head between my legs.

When all play was said and done, we were laying on my bed relaxing and he thanked me for a wonderful evening. Needless to say I told him he wasn't done.

I asked him if he remembered what the other thing was that I wanted for my birthday. He smiled. I told him there were only three rules. Rule number one: He doesn't cum with out permission. Rule number two: If he wants to cum he has to beg for it. Rule number three: He has to get me off. He grinned at the last rule.




I can smile and say... it was a great night. I got both of my birthday wishes and had a wonderful evening with my brat.

The next morning I had a conversation with my lil boy. My newest submissive. He is very sweet and well mannered. He admitted to some jealousy when he saw the pictures from friday night posted.

He said he wished it was him... Frankly I don't blame him one bit.... I feel slightly bad that I may have hurt his feelings but he was aware of my other boy when we started talking.  He told me he was ok with everything but that it would take some time for him to get used to me playing with someone else.

Over all, I had a wonderful evening and am looking forward to seeing both of my boys again... I wonder what will happen when I get them both together at the same time......

My night out....

I meant to update this earlier last week, but got so busy with school I didn't have a chance. I went to a local play party on the 17th.  I met up with a few of my friends I haven't seen in a while and ran into a couple that I have not seen in YEARS. Wow did they look amazing that night. It was great to catch up with them.

I had a blast at the event. My friends gave me some wonderful birthday presents. One Mistress gifted me with three beautiful wood paddles she made and had wood burned my name into. Another Dominant that I am friends with gave me a lovely stinger whip and small paddle.

At the event the Mistress I am friends with and I had several offers for play. One lovely young lady, upon discovering it was my birthday that week promptly gave me her beautiful garnet earrings. And offered to take my birthday spankings.  We had another gentleman offer to play with us as well.

Needless to say my friend and I took both of them up on the offers.

We took the young lady and tied her to a spanking bench. We promptly gave her the time of her life. My friend even broke out her single tail which the young lady managed to orgasm twice from.  Another one of our friends joined us in the fun with the young lady. After about an hour of playing with her, we unhooked her from the bench and shared hugs and her thank you's.

NEXT! The gentleman came up and was promptly put over the bench. Now by this time, the three of us had quite the audience. This poor boy couldn't take nearly what the girl had taken.  He even safe worded a few minutes into things. We stopped and I looked him in the face and asked... are you done being a pussy boy? Or don't you think you can handle it? He apologized and asked us to continue.

A little while later after some serious spanking I broke out the small paddle my friend the Master had made me. It was small, yet nasty with lines of metal studs on it. The boy, after being prompted to say thank you, forgot his manners.... So... I promptly hit him harder. Saying "You will not forget your fucking manners!" Well the most amusing thing happened as soon as I said manners.... I wound up and took a good hard whack, and my paddle snapped. Sending the paddle portion flying across the room and left me standing there with the handle still in my hand. The audience cracked up. Then the three of us cracked up.

It was good night for everyone. By the time we got done, and it was only because we ran out of time, we had quite the line of people waiting to play with us. It was amusing and quite flattering.

Coffee, Homework, and public foot worship....

Its been a long time since I have written in here. But the events last night are far to amusing to go untold........

I got out of work and decided that it would be a grand idea to go to my local 24 hour fine diner.

I was just finishing up my paper and starting on another lecture series when a gentleman walks up to me and asks me if he may have a cigarette. Now mind you, I have known this man for many years, but non too well.

So here I am, sitting in a crowded restaurant, with this man asking for one of my over priced cigarettes.... Whats a girl to do?


Take advantage of the situation of course!!!!!

So I ask him, what are you willing to do for a cigarette? He looks a little shocked, then offers me money. Which I of course turn him down with a chuckle. He looks even more surprised and a bit worried. He politely asks me what I want.

What do I want? I want you to rub my feet. Yes folks that's right. I told him to rub my feet. He smiles, and sits down in the booth across from me and begins working on one foot. We are talking and laughing, catching up on old times when his friend comes up.

The cigarette conversation is repeated. I swear, they ask for this stuff. So my foot masseuse promptly tells his friend to sit down and earn his cigarette.

Here I am in the middle of a crowded diner have my feet rubbed by two men for a cigarette.

The best part is yet to come......

A little while later after the massage is over and they have happily smoke their cigarettes, his friend comes back over. And asks for another smoke. *shakes her head* Masochist.... I tell him if he wants another, he has to kiss my feet.


He promptly drops to his knees and kisses my feet. In front of 30 people.



Men....

I love them.