| Piercings |
Almost two years ago I went over to an old friend's house and asked him to pierce my tongue. It'd been a while since I'd seen him, but everything felt like home. I won't lie and tell you all that I wasn't nervous, but it could have been worse. I could have been sitting in front of a guy I didn't know at all and trusting him to punch a hollow needle nearly three inches long through my tongue. Instead, I had a loving friend who would soon grab my tongue with a metal clamp and shove a cold, hollow, nearly three inch needle through my tongue. Most will still wince reading that.
Body piercings had always intrigued me. Since entering high school, I'd wanted to delve into the world of tattoos and piercings. There is something erotic and the sense of taboo nature about them makes my body stir in ways that can only be rivaled by acts of intimacy.
When I had my ears pierced the first time, I was only 16. It was done with a piercing gun and was rather traumatic. Nothing like hearing the clang of a gun firing a metal stud into your ear lobe to scare the shit out of a teenager. I let the holes close. Then came the tongue as mentioned above. The whole experience left me wanting for more. The sound created when the needle pierces through the muscle can't really be explained. It's a sound you can feel through your jaws and neck. In fact, it turned me on in ways I'd never felt before. I rather enjoyed it. After the tongue, I had my ears re-pierced with the same method: a hollow needle. It wasn't traumatic in the least.
Now nearly two years later I finally needed another piercing fix
But what next?
My nipples.
At first I wasn't sure it would be a great idea. My nipples are extremely sensitive and play a huge part in my Mistress endeavors. I didn't want to harm them or decrease sensitivity in any way. However, after a long talk with my friend, he convinced me that with my breast size there wouldn't be much nerve damage if any at all. So, for the Fourth of July I asked him to pierce me.
The first step was marking the nipples to make sure the piercings are even and level. It was interesting how comfortable I felt kneeling in front of him topless. He kept a conversation rolling, which I was thankful for (yes, even this Mistress gets nervous). After marking them, he had me lay down on the floor. After a little more conversation, he lifted the familiar clamp and positioined it over the markings. Next came the hollow needle. It was quick and mostly painless, but the pain it did produce simultaniously made me want to cry out with pain and moan with pleasure. The second nipple hurt more, but that was just because I knew it was coming.
Anyways, the whole experience was something I can't quite explain. After the piecing we both sat around trying to figure out how one could explain it (he had his nipples pierced twice). The best explination we can muster is that it feels much like removing nipple clamps after wearing them for a prolonged period of time. There is an initial sting and afterwards, it's replaced with a sensation that makes the loins stir.
I can't wait till I can add my next piercing. It'll be something even more intimate. And with that, I'll let your minds wander. Till next time... |
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| New Gag |
While this blog isn't updated as often as I'd like, that isn't to say that the world behind my conservative exterior doesn't live on. Quite the contrary, my personal life is buzzing with wonderful things all the time.
A few nights ago, my slave presented a new gift to me. It's a wonderfully little new gag. The only difference is that this gag, while complete with a ball to secure inside one's mouth, has a complete head harness. It looks lovely once everything is strapped in place and it keeps my slave almost dead quiet. |
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| Latex |
So, an unfortunate thing I hadn't considered when ordering things over the internet is that something may not come in top condition...
I ordered a latex catsuit for bedroom pleasures and it came defective. Since the website has no return policy, I decided to do a little work on it myself. Being the impatient Mistress though, I held off in order to strut my stuff for my slave one night.
The suit ripped to a point that I am unsure can be fixed, but the look on my slaves face was one I plan on seeing again.
There is something morbidly amusing seeing my slave get weak in the knees when he entered the room. He could have cum right then in there, but like a loyal and well behaved slave, he always holds his pleasures until his Mistress commands.
Next step is to have a latex catsuit custom fitted. I may have ot visit San Francisco or Los Angeles for that.
Road trip? Yes, please. |
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| A Bit Behind |
No, there were no pictures like I said might come. I have some, but I've decided to leave photography out of the equation for this blog. Putting faces, or bodies, to the words would be even more dangerous than the things already written within...if one were to believe everything written here in the first place.
Do you believe?
Why else would you come back?
*grins*
Anyways, something has come to my attention. It would seem that my slave requests certain forms of pleasure more than others. The one thing my slave requests with more frequency is anal sex. My, my, my. Have I been falling a bit behind? Or is my lack of falling behind my slave that is causing such desires? My slave obviously wants to be completely dominated and up until recently, I felt I was doing quite well.
My mistake entirely, I suppose.
I'll have to remedy the situation soon.
I don't need my slave ending up with a wandering eye because this Mistress was too blind to realize her slave needed some different types of stimulation.
It looks like tomorrow requires a trip to the store...or a few stores.
Just thinking about it makes my loins stir. |
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| V-Day Success |
Spectacular!
I have succeeded in the plans to make this year's Valentine's celebration worth while. My slave took very well to his new toys and behaved like a perfect subservient. I was in awe at how quickly he took to the most restrictive of the pieces I ordered upon him.
The lacing of my new corset was a wonderful feeling as well. He has become skilled in dressing me as I desire and never hesitates after a command.
More shall come and if I feel particularly giving, I may share some photos with you all.
Time will tell. |
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| A Slave's Treat |
Valentine's Day is fast approaching and the weight of it is accompanying the day. While some view the day as just another marketing ploy to sell merchandise, I have come to love it for purely selfish reasons.
A few years ago, before I took my first permanent slave, I used the day as my play day. Shopping ensued and more often than not, I came home with bag after bag of merchandise. These pretty containers were not filled with any ordinary items though. Within the confines of each laid a tasty treat for myself. Sometimes they held stockings and lingerie. Other times they were filled with silk sheets or personal toys. No matter what came in them, the bag most assuredly revealed a side of me very few get to witness first hand.
This year marks the first year of matured Mistresshood. Every year leading up to this one was riddled with mistakes and slaves claiming false loyalty (and the majority of them backed out of my life just as I revealed my true colors). This year though, I have a loyal slave who is also permanent object of my affection. Much to my dismay though, my slave loathes Valentine's Day.
This year I aim to change my slave's mind.
Here is where things get tricky though.
For the past month I have been attempting to choose the perfect present for him. I've found more than enough that would bring him to his knees, but the issue arises when I try to narrow down my choices to an affordable range (BDSM isn't a cheap lifestyle).
I am unsure whether I should spend money on myself and give him the eye candy he deserves or if I should spend money on him and make him feel like he is being adorned like a king. The choice is a difficult one and I have very little time to choose. |
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| Voyeurism |
Last week marks the first time my slave and I participated in an act of voyeurism. It isn't something I haven't done before, but for a slave as shy as mine can be in front of others, it was a huge stepping stone.
With the help of some very tasty beverages, I managed to command my slave in the bedroom with an audience. He squirmed and laughed uneasily at first, but when he saw the seriousness in my gaze, he was quick to react. The show wasn't as long or as interesting as I would have liked it to be, but for his first time I was pleased that he was so willing to try.
We made arrangements to do it again, but the exact date and time have been put on hold. We do have our lives outside of fetish to consider. Although, a lifestyle that offers more time for play would be greatly appreciated. I fear my sexual appetite is growing exponentially since finding others that are interested in what my slave and I do. Their curiosity feeds me.
This Mistress wants more playtime.
Wish me luck in my endeavors. |
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Name: Mistress
Home: California, USA
About Me: Succumbing to the tantalizing whims of taboo,
my life has taken to two separate lifestyles:
Mild-mannered woman by day...
Mistress by night.
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