Journal Entry 1/27/10

Madam P has many side projects going on at the moment, so she’s very busy.  Soon spring will be here, and she’ll be preparing her garden and managing our half acre yard.  In spite of everything else that Madam has on her plate, she finds time each and every day to give me her undivided attention for 20 or 30 minutes.  Madam sets this time aside to spank me, humiliate me a little, and give me unbelievable screaming orgasms until I’m sobbing from the intensity of non-stop cumming.  I’m so loved!

With everything that Madam has going on, I don’t want to be a burden on her time and attention.  I love and appreciate that she takes time out of her busy day to love on me and remind me that I’m her property and that she expects sweetness, love and respect from me at all times.  I’m feeling drawn to post short daily journal entries to let Madam know how I’m doing and so she knows from day to day what’s going on in my head that maybe I’m not talking about. 

Madam took me to a spanking workshop Monday night.  It was good.  Though I don’t think that Madam learned anything she didn’t already know, but it was still fun to sit in a room with 40 or 50 other perverts and watch another pervert spanking a pretty little girl for a couple of hours.  Of course Madam and I sat right in the middle of the front row. 

Madam is realizing lately how much she really enjoys spanking.  I mean, you know, I have this perfectly beautiful, perfectly round bubble butt; what’s not to love.  Madam’s confidence is increasing on a daily basis as she skillfully administers pain and pleasure.  She’s learning to read my body.  She’s understanding more and more what the squeals and screams mean.  She’s become expert at bringing me right to the edge of sobbing tears, and only pushing beyond into full on sobbing if she’s in the mood.  But mostly it seems like Madam enjoys bringing me right to the edge of sobbing, and then pulling me back to giggles, and then bringing me to the edge of sobbing, and then pulling me back to giggles.  Madam amazes me every day with her skill at taking me to the edge of my limits in pain and pleasure, testing what I can stand, pushing me a little bit further, and then pulling me back.  It’s like she’s been doing this her whole life.  Amazing!

I believe that what’s really happening is that Madam and I are so in love that Madam is simply reading me.  I believe that Madam has become so intuitively attuned to me that she knows what I need when I need it and how much is too much.  And I feel certain that Madam likes to push me a little bit past my limits just because she has so much fun listening to me scream and she really wants to make it clear that me and my needs/desires are not in charge; Madam’s needs and desires are and always will be what’s important in Madam’s household.  I wouldn’t have it any other way.

All I want is to serve Madam P.  I want to learn to be the best slave ever.  I want Madam to feel spoiled and love at all times.  I love being on my knees at Madam’s feet, kissing them, worshiping.  I love the ease with which Madam simply decides she’s ready to enjoy spanking me for a while, that she wants to hear my screams.  I love that Madam doesn’t ask if I’m busy, do I have a moment.  She just says, “Take off your clothes and go kneel by the bed.”  I might wait there for Madam for 10 minutes or for a couple hours.  Either way, I simply wait there on my knees until Madam tells me it’s okay to do otherwise.  And she’ll come in, spank me a while, tease me, spit in my mouth or in my face, remind me that I get to do the things that I do because it pleases her and for no other reason.  And then she tells me I can carry on with my evening and she walks away. 

I’ve searched my whole life for Madam P.  I’m amazed and grateful that she found me.  Life keeps getting better and better… there’s no place that I’d rather be in this whole wide world than where I am right here right now… Under Madam P’s complete control.  I am blessed!

Missy

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e[lust] #6

Welcome to the Erotic Edge and e[lust] Chicago Style! Thanks to all the readers who have helped me reach 10,000 hits as of Friday! Check out my entry to elust, “Naughty Neighbor” and all the other great selections this month. Dig in!

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~ This Week’s Top Three Posts ~

Exposing My Self to Airport Security – I stared right at her until she looked away and called for assistance for a pat-down search. I gaped, chin dropped: holy shit, they’re gonna give me a pat down cuz I’m packing a silicon cock.

Prefect’s Prerogative – When I neglect this duty, or don’t perform it to his satisfaction, he makes me light a fire in his room, and stand in front of it in just my school shirt and white socks.

Attention Women: There is Something Wrong With Your Vagina – Yes, that’s what your vagina needs: a breath mint. Because, just like vagina shouldn’t smell like vagina, it also shouldn’t taste like vagina.

~ e[lust] Editress ~

The Perfect Fat – Why do clothes designers assume that if you’re plus-sized you’re 1. over 5?9? and 2. over the age of 45 or “matronly and modest”? At the age of 32 I am not yet ready to dress like my grandmother.

~ Featured Post (Lilly’s Pick) ~

Zipless- “I have some Scotch in my room—maybe you’d join me? You know, in the interest of not drinking alone…” She smiled. Perhaps she could yet salvage the day’s ending.

See also: Pleasurists #61 for all your sex toy review needs.

Also in recent sex news, check out the coverage of the Adult Entertainment Expo that happened in Las Vegas a couple weeks ago. You’ll see videos and articles from our fellow sex-bloggers on fun things like a rodeo penis and new sex toys not even on the market yet! Check out all the stories here…

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Monday Again

The beginning of a new week. The DH and I went out for dinner and drinks with my brother in law and his wife this weekend. It was nice to be out of the house. I needed a night out more than I realized.

I have another busy week ahead of me. I’m editing a romantic comedy I want to submit to a contest, along with getting it ready for an agent appointment in March. Also on my lists of to-do’s this week is editing the Shea Manor series. I haven’t finished writing book two, but one and three are done.

I’m also hard at work on a new wip that needs to be finished and submitted by Jan 31st. It’s for a themed series so there is a deadline. The idea came to me last week and I had to put aside Brooke and Liam’s story for Shea Manor to work on this. Once I’m done I’ll return to the other story.

I’ve been planning out my week on Sunday’s, it seems having a schedule makes me more productive. I’m the queen of procrastination so this way I feel accountable for getting the work done. On top of my writing schedule I have little tasks around the house I want to tackle. Things I couldn’t do if I were working the day job.

Our daughter just strolled in from a four day trip to Washington DC with the father in law. She went straight to bed after being on a train for seven hours. I’m looking forward to her waking up to hear all the details. My FIL surprised them with a trip to the White House, along with a tour of the Oval Office. He didn’t think he’d be able to pull it off, but he did. She missed a few days of school for this trip, but hey, it was educational right?

Just waiting for the final approval on my new cover for Wild Lickins so I can share. I’m really digging this cover.

Eight more days until the release of Ignited, my newest ménage from Ellora’s Cave Exotika line.

Well time to get busy on my chapter’s newsletter and do some editing. Until tomorrow…

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Dear Hitler...

With our regular advice columnist on, let’s call it “hiatus” (and Ashley Dupre accepting a position at the Post), former totalitarian leader and head of the National Socialist German Workers Party, Adolf Hitler, will be filling in on a trial basis (while, simultaneously, burning in hell). So… let’s go to the mailbag!

Dear Hitler,

We’ve recently remodeled our home, but aren’t happy with the expanse of the kitchen, dining room and family room. Any suggestions?

Signed,

Remodel Citizen

Dear Citizen,

There’s lots you can do to make a large space more cozy. Painting the ceiling a darker color or installing architectural details like beams can help create more interest. A long sofa (perhaps in a nice khaki?) and sofa-back table can also help separate the dining area from the living area while still keeping the connection between spaces. Heil.

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Dear Hitler,

I attended your lecture at the Museum of Sex on Friday and wanted to say that it was very helpful, thank you. I also wanted to ask about dog collars.

Signed,

Bill O’Reilly

Dear Bill,

Take a number.

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Dear Hitler,

I’m getting married next spring to a wonderful woman with a ten-year-old son. She would like him to be in the wedding as a Junior Groomsman, but I’m not so sure.

Signed,

Conflicted in Chula Vista

Dear Conflicted,

Don’t cock-block the kid. If he’s interested, it could be a nice touch, and make for an even more memorable day for the two of you. Mazel tov.

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Dear Hitler,

I work hard to keep my lawn beautiful, but am getting tired of all the little “gifts” from my neighbor’s dog. I’ve spoken to him (the neighbor, not the dog) many times but he just shrugs it off. My town has a “pooper-scooper” law but it only applies to public spaces. Can you suggest anything?

Signed,

Pooped in Plattsburgh

Dear Pooped,

Focus on removing your opponent’s C3I — command, communications, control, and intelligence — to paralyze and incapacitate rather than destroy their combat power directly. And I hear that bitter-apple stuff works wonders.

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Dear Hitler,

Last weekend, my husband and I arrived late to the opera, only to find another couple in our seats. He wanted to ask them to move, but I suggested we sit in two empty seats a few rows back. Who was right?

Signed,

Wagner Woe

Dear Woe,

While it’s perfectly acceptable to ask people to move at a Knicks game (try a gently-worded, “We’re a bit tardy, but I do believe these are our seats, douchebag”), if you’re late to a concert or a play, I would suggest you rely on the theater usher to decide if you need to wait for intermission to claim your seats without making noise and bothering others. (And did you just love Der Ring des Nibelungen? Big fan.)

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If you have a question for Hitler, write to Josh. He thought this was a good idea. I’m having second thoughts.

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Another Session With scrotie

Scrotie arrived right on time for his 2-hour session.  I was ready to indulge my naughty, nasty thoughts…I had allowed my thoughts to drift to all that I would subject scrotie to during our time together…knowing full and well, going with the flow of whatever struck us during our time together would dictate the activity.

I had all my implements laid out in both my living room and bedroom…I like to be prepared and have everything out so I can simply reach for whatever tool and keep a nice flow to things going…I had the batteries charged up and ready for the TENS Unit.  I made sure the extra conduit pads were available…the parachute ball stretcher and the largest sink weights I have, along with the plastic ties to hold them on the parachute, pulling his balls down, stretching them nicely.

I had scrotie get naked and stand on the yoga mat on my large coffee table…I love to feel and play with the subject matter’s cock, caressing and teasing, warming-up, so-to-speak.  I then took the parachute ball device and taking his balls just under his cock, I wrapped that parachute tightly as I squeezed his balls, snapping it into place.  Next came the weights, I started with the two heaviest sinkers of 16 oz.  This was too much to start out with but I like to see how they “hang.”  I removed one and kept one 16-oz weight…I like to see how the weight swings between scrotie’s legs as it stretches his balls…along with fondling his cock and rubbing his nipples…

Next, I had scrotie get down on all fours…I then sat down in my red leather chair with scrotie’s ass facing me, while I reached between his legs and pulled the weight attached to the ball parachute.  I lubed up my hand and began milking his cock, all the while pulling on the weight, pulling his balls towards me through his legs…scrotie enjoyed this position and what I was doing to him…as in previous sessions, this “clicked” for scrotie, which always tickles and thrills me to no end. Scrotie was soon rocking forward and back while I massaged and milked his cock, all the while pulling on the weight attached to the ball parachute…a combination of stretching or pulling and milking.

Scrotie was begging to cum in no time…which we were doing a 2-hour session, there was plenty of time to rest and regain another attempt to bring him to orgasm…so, I granted him permission to cum and cum scrotie did…I milked his cock until I had every drop of jism emptied from his cock and balls!!  I love how super sensitive a man becomes after he ejaculates…the shivers when I run my hand, even lightly down the shaft of his wilting member, making sure I have every drop he has to offer!!

I removed the ball parachute and weight…taking a warm wash cloth, I cleaned up scrotie and his mess…I think he was surprised at how much of a load he had offered up to this Mistress, but he was thrilled to have done so…

I made scrotie put on a big, thick robe…I didn’t want him to get chilled while we began to embark on our next torture activity.  My sessions with scrotie aren’t about brutality, they are about cultivating the orgasm, bringing about a measure of stress relief through a sexual climax…though intermingled with a different form of sexual interaction through cock and ball torture to some extent…I enjoy this direction of D/s almost more than the brutality some of my other submissive clients prefer and enjoy.

Next, it was time to make scrotie dance a little with the TENS Unit attached to various parts of his cock and balls…I attached the conduit pads just under his balls and to the sides of his cock…we tried several different pad positions before I turned on the TENS Unit and proceeded to turn-up the volume of electrical current…I love watching scrotie twitch and move as I turn the current up and down, placing it on various pulses…I’m always aware of how much and what causes too much of a zap…another warming up, if you will. I replaced the ball parachute and 16-oz weight to his cock and balls and to the bedroom we headed!

I was turned on and ready to have my pussy licked…something else I had been thinking about all day…another good pussy licking is exactly what I needed to have my stress-relieving orgasm.  I decided scrotie was sufficiently re-warmed, it was time to go to my bedroom.  I placed scrotie in my pussy-eating chair and placed myself on the edge of the bed to begin licking my pussy…I had my riding crop handy in case his tongue got too heavy on my tiny clitty…

This worked pretty well, but I wanted more…I kept thinking of how great it was to be pulling on the ball parachute weight while I stroked his cock…it then hit me, scrotie needed to eat my pussy while I was laying on my back where I had his cock and balls practically in my face but handy enough for me to pull on the weight and massage his cock while he ate my pussy!!!

scrotie was happy to accommodate my wishes and I laid down on my bed and had him straddle me, he was to eat my pussy while I lubed up my hands and tits…I then set to pulling on the weight and massaging/milking his cock while he ate my pussy…I made sure scrotie was paying attention to how hard he was licking my clit, the position and yes, move up, move down…lick that clit…I was so close to cumming but I refused to give in until I couldn’t hold back from falling over the edge of my orgasm…

I started falling over that wave of ecstasy, going with the warm, electric current of the sexual energy of my orgasm…when I didn’t realize how hard I was yanking on the ball weight, which is turn yanked hard on scrotie balls…scrotie yelped loudly with his head between my legs…which I let go of the weight and scrotie came up like a rocket…in my throes of passion, I had yanked really hard…as I told scrotie, it was an effort to remove his balls, though it wasn’t my intention to inflict THAT much pain.  We both dissolved in laughter…I had almost castrated scrotie while orgasming!!  Nothing like hollering in my own throes of passion but having scrotie yelp in pain in the middle of it all.

Unfortunately, my yank caused scrotie’s cock and balls to mightily retreat…though we had a lot of fun and a good laugh as well.  scrotie was able to leave with his cock and balls in full tact…a little sore from the wear and tear, but in tact until our next get together.

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This Domme/Dom marriage

AS my husband wrote his thoughts on being in a Dom/Domme marriage in his blog, I realized it had been a little while since I have written anything in mine. He suggested I write my thoughts on the same subject, from my perspective.  I thought it a pretty good idea, since I haven’t really touched on it yet and probably should.

When I got involved with my husband and then married him, he had already been in a couple of relationships with D/s dynamics in them. I, on the other hand, hadn’t done anything kinky in a long time.

After we had been married a bit, There were thoughts entertained by both of us for play with each other. Other than an occasional playful spanking, the idea of him topping me, really didn’t do much for me. He has accepted that. On the other side of it, while he has on a couple occasions allowed me to indulge in some impact play on him, he was quick to know it didn’t do anything for him. What he did get out of though was an appreciation for the bottom side of it. I have totally accepted this.

With these realizations, both of us have become very comfortable with the other having other partners for BDSM play/relationships. This has perplexed some people in the life who come accross us and learn this about my husband and I.

Along with not playing with each other, we don’t share playmates. I’m not going to speak for him why he doesn’t. For me it’s simply because, I guess you can say I’m selfish. I want him or her all to myself.

By the way, us going to others for our deviant fun, has not been harmful to our relationship. We are as strong as ever. A little surprisingly, we even have good conversations about what we are doing and even sometimes get/bounce ideas off each other. We are  truly happy and supportive for each other.

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