Strictly Cum Caning

Strictly come dancing is my favourite show. He had taken to enjoy it of late because he used the time to ensure I practiced my oral skills, sucking, licking and tending to him while he stroked my hair. Today’s Saturday entertainment was different. It didn’t quite have the same relaxed feel. 

He had bought a new bolero straightjacket that was open at the front, framing my rather large chest perfectly. It applied the posture collars for good measure, along with a rather humiliating bone shaped harness gag. He sat me right in front of the tv, not before plugging my ass with the electric probe. Legs and top of collar tied to the chair, I was soon immobile. 

He started by shocking my ass, lightly first, then ramping it up. Between ass shocks he caned my tits. I was unable to wriggle, move or shout and him, just moan and whimper behind my gag. It was rather extreme. I went from stings on my tits to my ass being on fire because of the electricity. My eyes started to roll into the back of my head. 

I begged and pleased to have the plug out. He agreed as long as he could properly practice with his cane. I agreed, I think by this stage I would have agreed to pretty much anything. I was close to done! The issue with breasts is, there are two. He love symmetry so what happens to one has to happen to the other. Three strokes on each. With the really nasty dragon cane. Fuck I hate the dragon cane. He loves it of course. The pain seared through my body, the last stroke sent me reeling. I didn’t know how to process the pain. When I was eventually untied I was shaky and weak, but then started to soar as he stroked me better. 

The problem is I have no idea what happened on Strictly that night! 

Sir’s rules

I have some rules, they are to be obeyed at all times. I am getting to grips with them but keep messing up. I don’t mean to, I am just careless and forget sometimes, my dominant independent woman side takes over and it lands me in a heap of trouble and pain. 

1. I must not say ‘can I!’ Instead must say ‘may I?’

2. I must not fart in His presence

3. I must not cum without permission 

4. I must never finish my food before Him (or start eating before Him) 

5. I must always follow His instructions 

There are consequences to breaking these rules, if there are general infractions then I get a caning. No warm up, just a hard and fierce cane. If I fart my ass hole gets electrocuted, and it really hurts let me tell you. If I start eating without permission I have my food taken away. If I finish before him I have corner time. If I cum without permission... not sure what happens there but I am sure it is going to be unenjoyable! 

I am making every effort to be a better sub, not there yet but I will keep you posted as to my developments! I am lucky to have such a fantastic Master, who is patiently training me, it’s a bonus he loves dolling our punishments! 

Too long

I feel like I have neglected this little part of my life. I need to blog more. This will be a solid New Years resolution. The main issue about my lack of blogging is because, instead of the old single days where I got one play session about every month so HAD to blog about it, I get to live kink. It is now part of my life. I live in bondage, have daily tasks, often am on my knees and regularly get the best sex of my life. So it is not noteworthy, it is just my life. And I love it. 

I have recently had some rather extreme experiences which I will blog about separately, but in the mean time, know that I make a promise to log my escapades and will certainly try harder! I wouldn’t want another caning for not trying hard enough now would I?!

The dinner party

 

It was time to validate our relationship and invite people into the bondage flat. We decided to throw a dinner party for our closest kinky friends. We spent the Saturday preparing. He stored the kink stuff, of which there is a ridiculous amount now… boxes and boxes of hardware, bolts, plugs restraints and more. It takes a while to sort through. My job was cleaning… obviously! Naked, hands and knees collar and tether on, as always. I scrubbed, hoovered and cleaned. It was quite the job. We started cooking and just as the door went, we were ready.

I chose to wear a slutty dress, naturally. Hold ups, lacy G-string knickers and I spent some time on my hair. Seeing my Dom’s face when I presented myself for our guests, and more importantly presenting myself for HIM, was worth the time spent. He makes me feel a million dollars and I love dressing for him.

I welcomed our guests in, one by one they came in from the damp Saturday night autumnal weather and me in my collar tether didn’t faze anyone. This is the joy, normalising our D/s relationship, because our kinky friends understand the intricacies of the life we live and instead of being shocked they find it hot and exciting, just like we do!

We sat around, drank some lovely bubbles, caught up. I took my usually place, on my knees in the centre of the room so I could chat to everyone. This seems to be my comfort spot now; I spend so much bloody time on my knees that it is normalised. It was only when he pointed it out later that I was clearly gagging for it because I welcomed the guests in from my knees that I realised I was actually doing it!

We went through, served a lovely three course Italian meal with lots of wine and even more laughter. It was joy to have everyone around the table, I was having a great time! After dinner we went back to the sitting room, me to my floor spot and we carried on the drinking. Soon, things got a little more ‘handsy’. One guest, a particularly hot Domme who I have certainly had my eye on for a good few months, commanded me to the sofa for some cuddles, naturally I obliged. The issue with sitting next to her on the sofa was that I was not allowed to talk. If I wanted to talk, then it was on the floor. My Dom decided he would show off his latest LAM purchase. Cast iron slave bilboes that are uncomfortable and give me very little movement when locked around my wrists, even less when they are attached to my collar. I have never been restrained publicly before. It is a humiliating piece of bondage kit, I wanted to hide away. I asked a fellow guest to unlock me while the Dom/mmes backs were turned and they were in deep conversation. My friend didn’t do it, she didn’t want to get involved. The more he drank the more strict he became. The problem is he was not getting close to her, the Domme. Things were heating up and with permission I finally got the kiss her. It was great, a delicate and sensitive kiss that felt amazing. He was enjoying watching us interact. I wanted to talk again, so was sent back to the floor. This happened on and off and was humiliating and hot in equal measure. I was already horny as I had been denied an orgasm that morning. He was fed up with me constant asking for a fuck so decided he would fuck my ass without masturbation. I was getting drunk and needy.

Some time after midnight, I couldn’t tell you when, the guests started to filter off. Leaving one by one until it was just me and the two Dom/mes. I cant say I was sad at this one iota. They had slowly heated things up over the course of the night and were now enjoying using my ass as a footstool. Another humiliating experience, which obviously continued to turn me on!

It got late. I needed to lie down. I was released from my wrist irons and made my way to bed… not long after a soft and warm body got in next to me. It was the Domme. I was thrilled. She continued to stroke me, kiss me and turn me on. Then he got into bed as well and made a fantastic large spoon, stroking her like he usually strokes me. I was blissed out, and went to sleep with a smile on my face.

The next morning it took a while to realise I was not just with one Dom but two. What a wonderful way to wake up. All naked in one bed. Obviously, I was insanely wet. Both of them determined to torment me. I made her cum, which was so satisfying. He fucked me, she played with my nipples at the same time. I got the oil out and gave her a massage, he made me finally orgasm on top of her back, which ripped through both me and her. Then de decided he would torture me with the stupid electric zapper. She held me tight next to her soft body while I wriggled and he grabbed my feet, zapping me as I squealed. She loved it, I could tell he did too. I didn’t love it as much. Then it was her turn to zap me, which she loved. Followed swiftly by a pussy slapping that was far too arousing. They then took it in turns to edge me, kept me repeating my mantra ‘no excuses, no cumming’. It was a nightmare, on the edge the whole time with no release. She got me so close and I was absolutely not allowed to cum, so I had to safeword, which really pissed me off! She was delighted!

We kept dozing, touching, cuddling, kissing and stroking in a hungover daze till around midday. Sadly it was time to break the bubble and she ordered an uber. What a sensational morning. The dinner party had most certainly been a success.

 

 

Post weekend high

I have a buzz two days into my week, thanks to a fucking fantastic weekend, that involved a lot of fucking, amongst other things! Amongst many other things! 

I have started to get excited about my weekend with my Dom, he promised this weekend would be different. He would be mean. I foolishly had asked him to be mean and he is a Dom of his word! He had spent the Friday and Saturday creating some sort of bondage infrastructure in his flat, as if more was needed?! We did the vanilla thing, met in a bar on Saturday and had lunch and a few drinks. It was time to get back to his, we made our excuses and headed back to the bondage flat of hell (or heaven, depends which way one looks at it!) 

Upon arrival I was quickly out of my vanilla attire and into my collar and attached to the wire. My new-found comfort comes from wearing the collar and being kept in his flat, locked to the wire. It has quickly started to feel right, a ritual we perform whenever we get home. 

I was badgering him and being irritating. He had had enough, and rightly so! I soon found myself attached to the end of his bed, where he had drilled a ring, the bloody collar was attached and I was left to quieten down... shocked to ensure I did. God I hate the zapper. 

Once I had been left there a bit I found myself a little more compliant. Next it was time to experience the bathroom floor again. Spread eagled with attachments drilled to his wooden floor. He wanted to experiment with more wax play, with the gag and hood attached there was little I could do bar lie there and not move an inch. Which is what I did. 

Out came the wax, it went everywhere. So hot, like dripping bits of lava, all over my body. My underarms, nipples, tits, pussy, the lot. When he had had his fill he let me cum, obviously my pussy gave away my arousal. Stupid pussy.

We enjoyed a quiet evening in each other’s company, me working hard to serve and please to ensure the torture didn’t return. Little did I know what was in store for my Sunday! 

I was restless again on Sunday. I was being irritating and telling him to hurry. Note to self, don’t tell your Dom to hurry, or indeed don’t tell you Dom what to do. I found myself back at the end of the bed, chained and left till I become quiet and more submissive. Yet again it worked. We made it out to the local farmers market, another vanilla day, which was really lovely. But upon returning home the vanilla boyfriend turned into the devious Dom. It was time for the cupboard he had fondly named the ‘cunt’s chokey’. He had even written me a song about it! There were D rings and attachment points drilled to most corners and walls in the cupboard. In I went, attached by the arms, legs, neck and the top of my harness gag. I was not going anywhere in a hurry. There I stayed for an hour or so, not before he put a camera inside to film my torture. After an hour or so of no movement he returned with the dog shock collar. Have I mentioned how much I hate electricity but sadly for me he loves it. It went around my thigh and he pressed the warning buzzer. That was enough to send me crazy. It started on 2 with a range to 10, I managed 5, fuck knows what 10 is like but I really hope I never find out! 

After far too much torment I was allowed out, leaving a puddle on the floor behind me, stupid pussy giving me away yet again! We then fucked, the second anal fucking of the day. He is working on my anal gaping! I fear we are getting close! 

The weekend ended with a caning, I was due 21 strokes as I had been late by a whole 21 mins the day before. He tied me to the bench and got to work, warning me up with his hand and some other implements. Now was the turn of the cane. The pain was intense, I only managed 12 but the feeling when I was untied was of euphoria, a light headed buzz. Turns out I am starting to enjoy the torture. I went to be that night with a smile on my face, in the arms of my Dom. I most certainly had a post weekend high, along with an excellent set of bruises! 

Headfucks and submission

We had an unexpected weekend to play with. I had cancelled plans as I needed to rest and work and recharge. He had other ideas. After a late lunch and some recovery drink from my disastrous hangover we made our way back home. His place is quickly becoming home for me now. I have a few drawers, some hanging space in the wardrobe and my collar and tether are quickly put on when I arrive into the flat. It is a ritual that doesn’t require words now. I strip, take off all my jewellery and kneel and wait for him to attach my steel collar around my neck. This is attached to a long tether that can go the length of the flat but no further. It makes me feel owned, I love the feeling when he puts it around my neck and screws in the bolt. It is such an intimate action that immediately takes away some of my vanilla self and reminds me of my place.

He had been goading me and fucking with my head all day. His head fuck of the day was foot caning, otherwise known as bastinado. He sent me hideous articles around the thing, which sounds truly horrific. I maintain I am no masochist (although he tells me he finds that doubtful) – I sometimes enjoy a spanking but can’t cope with high levels of pain. This foot torture chat was really getting to me, which was of course his aim.

Not long after being home he had me get into position. This is with my ass in the air and face touching the ground. He has recently taken to edging me and enjoyed not letting me cum, making me repeat my mantra of ‘No Excuses, No Cumming!’ when I am really close.

Then it was time for some well deserved punishment. He got three of his favourite paddles out. He warmed me up and without any restrains started to beat my ass. I wiggled and moved and cried out in pain but I was determined not to safeword. I took it, with varying levels of compliance - the bruises are coming out nicely. He also had me lie down with my body straight and nose touching the ground - it is a stress position and hard to maintain for long periods. The mind fuckery and beatings continued. He set up the bondage bed. I had not been back on the bondage bed for some time, since we first tried it all those months ago. He first attached a gag and muzzle, this thing is soft leather with a gag attached. It laces up at the back and covers the bottom half of my face with straps going over my nose and head. The gag is effective but no too strenuous so it can be worn for long periods. Wearing a gag always puts me in the right space, immediately taking away the power of speech and making me feel humiliated and controlled. Perfect.

He tied me to the bed with leather belts and ratchet straps! I was very quickly completely immobile. The he began to pussy whip me, with his leather flogger. He let go, whacking me again and again and I couldn’t move an inch. This was my first time I used my safeword, but wouldn’t be the last of the weekend. The pussy whipping hurt. Next came the caning of my breasts. Another safeword called as one struck my nipple, the pain seared through my whole body and wouldn’t dull. Next it was time for wax play as he really wanted to explore that with me properly. There wasn’t really a lot I could do about it. The wax stung and burnt my tender skin, particularly where I had just been whipped. The dripping was relentless but I was determined not to safeword this time. I could show him how strong I was, I really wanted to show that to him.

Finally he stopped and got out his wand. After a whole day of being edged and denied I came, it ripped through my body and completely took my breath away. What a release.

I was fairly wobbly after that, so we went to bed, not before he attached the chain from his bed frame to my collar - this is how I sleep now.

The next day brought domesticity; cooking, hanging an new mirror, I caught up on work and then soon got restless. I had been restless all day, therefore generally being difficult and disobedient, until he had enough. It was time for torture. Back to my position, but this time he didn’t get a whip or cane. He brought his electric zapper. My most hated of toys. Once that thing touched chains that were attaching me to the bed and ripped though the chain and my whole body. I am terrified of that thing. He started to touch me with it, telling me that if I moved an inch I would get zapped on my ass, in my ass. After a while of this I had to safeword, I just couldn’t take the head fucks and was so scared he would zap me. He never did.

I needed water so went to the kitchen to find some. He had me kneel on the ground there and decided it was time to attach my collar to the massive motorcycle chain secured to the radiator. Kindly he put the heating on, as being naked it was started to get chilly. I wasn’t going anywhere. I wanted out, I may have moaned and begged a little too much so he gagged me. Then he caned me, the he fucked some more with my head. After this I lay quietly, on his kitchen floor, gagged and attached to the radiator. I floated. He lay next to me and rubbed me. There is no better place than being in a spoon with him. His touch was so welcome and sent me into a submissive trance-like state. Eventually he untied me, he cooked me a most delicious roast meal and we chatted, enjoyed each other’s company and discussed all things kink... which is when he got this look in his eye. I knew it meant the weekend was not over for me quite yet. 

 

The Surprise

For Grace:

You asked me to write it, all of it, so here it is.

We left the picnic, I had been pining for him to take me home for the last two hours, making small talk with firends and generally smiling, however I had only one thing on my mind. It was sex. I needed it so badly. I needed him to treat me badly, beat me, tie me up, touch me, stroke me. It had been two weeeks. I was beside myself, the wet patch on my knickers had gotten out of control!

Finally my eyes won over and he saw the need and we said our goodbyes. He had a wicked smug smile on is face as we walked back to the car. "What?" I asked. "It's your surprise, I cant wait, it is soo good, you are going to love it." But he didnt tell me ahat it was, he kep smiling like that the whole way home. My nevers built.

"YOu are to put the purple cuffs on when we get home."

"Yes Sir." came my reply.

We got home, I stripped, put on the cufs he had laid out for me. I love the cermony of stripping and having my cuffs put on, it feels so liberating somehow. Next camer the gag. His gag collection had grown recently and was unrivalled. So he decided on the pink ballgag which was locked on tight. Then came the panal mouth piece, with head parness and thick collar. It was tight.

I was ready. He led me down the hall to the bathroom. I was confused as to the location of my surpirse but all was revelaed once we entered. I had a gliumps at the room, there were toys all around the ouskirts and a couple of belts. Once I lay down it soom became apparent that I was locked with a leather belt to the floor. My cuffs were then attached one by one to floor bolts so that I was spread egal. I have been spread eagle before and this was different. THe connections were tightened and I was pulled, and pulled, and pulled so that I could not move an inch. Every muscle in my legs and arms was taught. I felt like was being ripped.

THere I was left. 'He is coming back,' I thought. No, he didnt. THen his voice was heard through a speaker. He had rigged a monitor with two way system and was bloody watyching me from te other room. DId I tell you before My Dom is a fucking genius!

Over the next two hours he came back in, played with me, applied nipple clamps, teased my dripping pussy and gave me a little slack. He added nipple clamps, a dildo on a stick was rammed into me. I couldnt communicate with him, I could only moan. BUt I knew he loved my moans. IT was tough. I have always said that I wanted to know what it felt like to not want it any more, to want out properly.

FInally he came in and undid my gag. Then came the orgasum. He attached the wand and let rip. I have never wanted it to stop but after only seconds I exploded, then I kept on cumming. My whole body ripped with an orgasum and I rolled right throguh to the next one. THen he kept going. FUck. WOw. I have no words for this but soon I was spent. Truely spent. He tortured me with it.

FInally went he was done he got a candle out and one last torture for my taught body. Boild wax was applied and the sensions were hightened.

Before he untied me he added one last thing to my broken body. MY collar and my new wire that is attached to a bolt in the utility cupboard. Its a wire that streches the entire length of the flat but not beyond. It keeps me here and is padlocked on.

"Your new wire, this is it now, you will always have this wire on when you are here. YOu are mine now. Did you like your surprise?"