I received a postcard..

Think associations..

I received a postcard..


This cheerful young animal is
enjoying life in the long grass and
glad to smile at the cameraman.
The true essence of what it means
to be a young  ... just radiates
from its little face..


The words made me think of a beautiful, though slightly childish description of a submissive woman..

Actually it is an extraordinarily silly description, in a postcard from New Zealand, of a sheep!!

So, the comparison to a submissive woman, well, I don't think it stands comparison. I hope not..

Another evening in the sofa..

The story so far: I hated my sofa when I was married. I ended up in it every night, next to my now ex husband, and it took me only 20 minutes to fall asleep, so so sad.. I then thought, that I had to do something, to make me more available to him. (In this connection, only a metaphor, never any wishes for anything kinky from him apart from the missionary position in bed, and if it was a real party, from behind, with us both laying on our sides..)

Available, yes, so I started to crochet.. At least it kept me awake, if he wanted to talk with me, about anything, everything? He didn't, ever, but at least I got to crochet a lot of very nice scarves, and a big blanket.. (Do you have any idea, how long it takes to make a blanket!!!)

Well, the sofa setting now is a bit different from then. Last evening, I was lying with my head in his lap, tired, long day, a lot of worries and considerations. I love to lie with my head in his lap, it is safe, comforting, and I love the feeling his hand softly on my hair.

Almost half asleep I suddenly felt, how his hand tightened his grip around my hair, and as a small warning, I felt a slap of his hand, on my cheek. After that, holding my breath, more slaps in my face, on each cheek, harder.. I lost my breath, felt how he pulled me over his knees, lifting up my skirt, finding my cunt with his fingers. Very clearly he wasn't quite satisfied with the degree of moisture there, so I felt the first stinging stroke with his hand on one buttock, hitting my still sore bruises from last weekend.. A loud sound came out of my mouth, and I felt how my cunt rewarded the stroke..

"Quiet, Slut, I don't want to hear another sound from you tonight."

After this, he hit me with his hand, over and over again, my heartbeat racing off, and my body wanting more. And more..

I love my sofa now..

Statistically significant..

We have been practising this weekend, with marks and bruises. Practice is always a good thing, and one has to test different methods and possibilities to be able to draw scientific conclusions. And as I am scientifically schooled and trained, I am more than willing to participate in such scientific tests..

We tested different implements and remedies, compared to the power behind the strokes..

Our scientific conclusion, of course statistically significant and thoroughly tested is, that it is with marks and bruises as it is with different clothes labels. There is just some brands of better quality and longer durability.

I think I will name his cane and from now on call it only "Gucci"..

Just an intersting angle..

To what is seen when hiding in the shadows.. I wonder what he will do, next..

A Slut to be labelled..

I knew the evening would be an evening without me wearing my knickers. I had put on the new, long, black dress, very fashionable, yes, but I chose it just as much because I know, that it falls very flattering around my buttocks, and shows the curves off very nicely, through the thin fabric.. I had chosen it because I know, he enjoys looking, and because I of course like to be admired.. Chosen it because it very easily shows off, with a hand put on the right place, that I wear no knickers at all..

 

 

I took off the knickers standing in front of the elevator. I showed them to him, and took the elevator up to the party, we were going to. I felt, standing in the elevator, how my cunt got moist and wet, and I felt the cool air around the lips of my cunt, walking out of the elevator. All night I felt the moisture between my legs, felt the horniness, and felt the nervousness wondering, if I would get so wet, the fabric would show a stain..

 

 

We came home late, tired, filled with food and drink, happy, not having been together for 5 days. I also knew, that we were too tired for there to happen anything sexy, going to bed. I hadn't calculated with my restless sleep all night, feeling his hand on my erect and sensitive breast nipples, or between my legs, in his sleep feeling the moisture of my cunt, and the soft groove between my buttocks.. A very restless night, many times awaken, feeling the lust rushing through my entire body..

 

 

Morning.

 

 

3 orgasms flushing through my body, the first one, that should have been a quite one, decided the number of strokes with the whip. 35 strokes, that ended up with many, many more.. But before I was allowed to feel the first stroke of the whip I was made to lay in the bed, like the horny slut I am, with my heart beating fast, waiting..

 

 

Waiting for the whip, with one end like a tawse. Waiting and finally redeemed with hard beats, making red marks on my buttocks, on top of the old bruises. The old bruises that are now just a bit faded.. Red marks that I know, quickly disappears again, even though I wish, they would stay..

 

 

Red marks, that I allowed myself to suggest, could be supplemented with strokes, using my leather belt with little metal plates on.. A kind suggestion, that he might feel inclined to use, if I am lucky. Because what if I don't get any marks? So that there soon is nothing to look at, strolling past a mirror? Such worries, a pain slut can have..

 

 

Well, if I am lucky, I will get spanked for having those worries. After all, there is fortunately nothing to worry about..

 

 

A real dream..

He had a dream. One of the real kind pf dreams, a nightly dream, a dream of the kind, that your sub conscience boils up for pleasure and diversion, when you are supposed not to experience anything, but just collect energy and regenerate brain cells.

 

 

I have been allowed to tell about his dream. It is not necessarily an example of how my Mr. sees the ideal world, nor me, but I think it is a nice little picture of a kinky dream, and I have been permitted to.. (And if I give the story too much of an artistic twist he will certainly find a way to put me straight.. But, I don't twist it..?)

 

In his dream he meets a woman, a doctor, who knows the cure against female horniness. He meets her on a hospital, where female horniness is treated. In my head I see a hospital like the ones you see on films, a tall yellow brick building with wooden squared windows, in the middle of a beautiful an picturesque park. A nice place, well accomplished to treat ailments of any kind..

 

He is allowed to enter inside the building, and he is introduced to the doctors idea, how she treats her patients. He sees her standing in a room with a clip board, very professional, wearing a nice little suit with a short skirt, a knot tying back her hair, shoes with high heels, in control..

 

The method she has discovered, can cure female horniness, is to tie them up. spank them, and then letting them suck a cock afterwards.. He allows himself to make the remark, that he is in doubt if this method is the right way to do it, if the cure is really efficient, but she is certain of it. She says: "I will show you, how it is done.."

 

In the room there is 25-30 women. They are all tied up on hands and feet, their hands on their backs, and the wrists, tied up with chains fastened to the wall behind them. This prevents them from moving forward in the room. They are standing in a semicircle, and in front of them are 4, maybe 5 men. The men each have a cane in their hands.

 

Before the punishment and the cure can begin, the men each receives a hard stroke by the cane, on their bottoms, by the doctor. They are all not very pleased about this, them wanting no cure. But the female doctor claims it is a necessity, to put them in the right mood..

 

Not the treatment starts. The women are naked, very clearly horny, standing on line with their tied up hands and their chains, pushing each other with their bodies to get to the men, to be one of the ones, who are allowed.. Women pushing each other, fighting, who can't get in front to the men with their canes and erect cocks, because the chains doesn't allow them to.. So filled with lust, all of them.. And they have to wait their turn, to feel the wanted hits of the cane, and the reward afterwards..

 

 

I have to agree with my Mr. in his dream, I am not sure, that the treatment with will be efficient..

 

For everyones taste..

Actually I promised myself, that this would be a blog of a certain standard, so to say, that I wouldn't show any pictures of cocks.. Of course, I will without another thought use the word "cock", and I can easily describe different kinds of perversities, that would give a lot of people blushing cheeks and red ears, but I am proud to say, that I try to do it with a certain kind of style. The kind of style that will make a girl stride around with nose up the air (that doesn't sound very submissive, oops).

Actually I like a good picture of a cock (I would be a hypocrite claiming otherwise), but that is a subject of another blog entry.. And perhaps I better not touch the subject of what I like about a well shaped cock and what I like to do with it, that might not sound very submissive either..

Well, I am beating around the bush (anyone who needs a good spanking in bushes?), here is my point. I am breaking my own, unwritten rule of not showing a picture of a cock. I am doing it because I hope a Domme might be stopping by, (or perhaps a switch m/f), and that person might just like to see a picture like this.. Lots of pictures like this with Dom men, but this picture is a bit special.. Notice the legs of the woman, ordinary womans legs like mine, which of course is what immediately springs to mind..