Hair Down There

Posted on 5th March 2013 in Journal, Wicked Wednesday

This week’s Wicked Wednesday prompt is “?+?=?” and “me+hair=:(” here’s why;

So, Sir had me grow, and now has me maintaining, a landing strip. I thought I’d get used to it, maybe even grow fond of it, but I haven’t. Every time I shower I want to shave it off, I want it to be gone, to be quite honest, it disgusts me.

I’ve shaved my lady parts since hair appeared so it’s not something I’m used to seeing, I’m not a fan of any kind of bush on females in general so to see it on me is something of an issue. (If anyone is interested I love hairy men so go figure).

I’ve kept waiting for the moment where I look down and think “oh it’s not so bad,” and it hasn’t come and I know that if we broke up it would be gone seconds later. But I want to please him, to make him happy, and he likes it so I have to deal with it.

I’ve tried looking at porn with hairy ladies in it to desensitise myself to it, so to speak, but so far no luck.

Anyone got any suggestions? How to learn to love something you hate?
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Punishment

Posted on 27th December 2010 in Journal

I did not see this one coming, at all. I was expecting a ban on panties, to have to go out with my butt plug in, to have to wear my new nipple clamps for a set time, instead he has opted for a mind fuck!

I deserve it, I agreed to something and didn’t consult him. I actually asked to be punished because I felt so guilty and I’m not very good at forgiving myself. But I wasn’t expecting this! He is not letting me shave my *ahem* lady parts for at least 2 weeks. After 2 weeks he will judge how my behaviour has been and decide whether I am allowed to shave again.

That might not sound like much of a punishment but you need to bear in mind that I have never not shaved. The moment I started growing hair I shaved it. I have never, in my entire life, had hair “there”!

And so it begins…2 weeks…this should be interesting!

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A Childhood Fantasy

Posted on 10th December 2010 in Erotica, Journal

Sat in the shower listing to the radio my mind wanders, as always, to another place: a cold stone dungeon, completely bare apart from small stone “tables” that rise from the floor to about waist height, laid out in a regular pattern around the room. I am sat, naked, legs spread on one such table. As ever there is a girl on every table, all nude, some held down with chains, others resigned and doing as they are told. Men surround all of them. They are fully clothed, always, only ever unzipping when they want to fuck us.

A man approaches, different from the others, an air of arrogance surrounds him. He is the main object of my fantasies, he appears in all of them. He is a sadist, he has no regard for my feelings, to him I truly am just a toy to use however he sees fit. He picks up the shower head and aims it at my clit, ordering me to spread my lips so the water hits the sensitive little nub. The group of men surrounding me watch me fight the pleasure, I cum so easily that they never let me. He never lets me. I must always wait.

“Clench your cunt. Squeeze it. You should always be tight,” he says. I battle to get control of my cunt, as I squeeze it tight I feel the need to cum overwhelm me. He sees my body tense and bellows “don’t you dare.” I clamour desperately to obey all of his orders, trying my hardest to keep my cunt muscles squeezed tight while doing my best to ignore the water spraying on my clit. “One minute,” he says and I begin to mentally count down. Finally he says “cum, now,” and my body begins to shudder, my hips buck but two men grab them and hold them down, the water does not stop spraying at my, now over sensitive, clit. I begin to scream and cry, desperate to wiggle away from it.

He is watching me. I am writhing under the hands that are now holding my hips still and my legs wide. “Stop,” he commands, but I can’t, he knows I can’t. “Stop right now or I will rip orgasms from you until I am happy that you have learnt your lesson.” I cry harder as I realise my unavoidable fate. The water continues to pound my clit and suddenly I feel a pressure on my ass. He rams a plug into me, sending me further into the spiral of pleasure, I cry out as another orgasm tears through my little body hot on the heels of the last. He demands that I squeeze the plug, as I attempt to writhe it grinds into me making the pleasure even more unbearable. More tears stream down my face.

He continues to drag orgasm after orgasm from my trembling body, watching me , getting off on my trauma. Finally he decides to stop, the water ceases and he flicks my tender clit before he walks away. I squeal and struggle to stand.

Back to reality I balance on my wobbly legs, finishing washing myself before getting out of the shower.

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Bedtime

Posted on 6th December 2010 in Journal

I have a bedtime, 1am, it’s a sensible hour, I asked for it, but dammit I can’t keep to it. I suffer insomnia and lying in bed for hours on end getting stressed and upset isn’t especially appealing. I desperately want to keep to my bedtime, when my sleeping is normal and I get to bed at 1am, or earlier, I often dream about snuggling up with him. It comforts me to know that I’ve done as he asked and makes me feel close to him.

I have all but exhausted the suggestions on how to beat insomnia: lavender oil, rescue remedy night, nytol, kalms, no caffeine, lying in bed for hours, getting up and doing things, having wind down time, having a bedtime routine, only going to bed when tired, going to bed at the same time, forcing myself to get up at a sensible hour, allowing myself to sleep, etc, etc, etc. You get the picture! Nothing works.

It’s so frustrating. I know he understands and I can’t help it but it’s so frustrating. I want to be a good girl and my dammed body wont let me!

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A brief intro

Posted on 13th November 2010 in Journal

I hate those “introductory” posts where people try to explain what they’re going to blog about/who they are/what they want to achieve, possibly because I’ve never been able to write them myself.

This blog is NSFW (not safe for work)! It will contain graphic content in written and photographic form. I will be discussing BDSM and whatever other varieties of kink I fancy, if any (or all) of this offends you then don’t read it.

Otherwise, I hope you enjoy ;)

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One of those days

Posted on 6th October 2010 in Journal

Not in the normal sense, but one of those days where you just want to be beaten. One of those days where you crave submission more than usual, where you want your Dominant to tie you up, beat your ass, beat your tits, fuck you hard and generally use you like a toy, ignoring any cries of pain or human needs, just a fuck toy. Oh boy is today one of those days.

Today is one of those days where I would voluntarily bend over and let him belt my ass black and blue (beltings terrify me!), where I would let him ram his cock into my ass with no lube and beg him to fuck me harder through tears of agony, where the pain in my raw ass would only drive me on, where no matter what he did to me I would want more, harder, faster. Today I am most definitely a masochist!

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Anal Training

Posted on 29th September 2010 in Journal

Today my Sir decided it was time to crack back into my anal training, pun intended,  so I’m writing this with a large butt plug in which will be there for 2 hours. I’ve worked up to it, yesterday I had a total of 4 hours with various sized plugs in, today I had a quick warm up with the small and medium ones and was pretty impressed when the large one slipped in. Don’t get me wrong it still hurt, a lot, but it went in a lot easier!

So here I lay, large plug in my ass, rampant rabbit in my c*nt (I may have issues saying that word!), bands on my nipples, writhing about begging and pleading to be allowed to cum. It wont happen, Sir is evidently feeling very sadistic today, but it’s always worth a try, right?!

This is all made worse by the fact that I am an ass slut. I really love anal, I mean really love anal! I cannot possibly explain to you how much I love having something large in my ass, specifically is said large object hurts and/or is attached to a sadist who the proceeds to fuck my ass until it is raw, it brings a whole new meaning to the term “it hurts so good!”
Did I mention that I was an ass slut?!

Ever the sadist Sir has just declared that I may cum, but only if I go for a 10 minute walk with the large plug in. Given that public humiliation is a huge turn on, but also a huge fear, for me and that I am currently in a desperate situation, I’m going to give it a shot! “Horny” doesn’t even begin to cover it right now!

Gah, by the end of today I shall be a little pool of submissiveness on the floor!

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