In heat

For now Sweden are having a marvellous weather. At least if you like it sunny, no wind and 30 degrees celsius.

I'm sitting on my balcony, reading a book and generally sweating. It's actually rather painfull. But at the same time the immensen heat is what makes me horny. Last summer I could tease my sumer crush with the knowledge of me topless on the balcony. This year I have no one to seduce. Sure I have my boyfriend but he's not as fun to seduce as the others I've been with.

And often, in the summer heat, my thoughts turn to kinky sex. Imagining spending a whole weekend in submission. A lonely cottage by the sea. No neighbours within earshot. Forced to be naked all the time. Being taught and disciplined by the musician. Every little thing I do is controlled by him. Every action I do requires permission. Obeying every single command. Spending hours tied up. Sitting by his feet as we gaze upon the sun bathed sea. Being whipped with birch.

Friday last part

When the evening had come to an end and it was time for him to go home we were standing by the door getting dressed when I suddenly felt very bold. Almost foolhardy. I teased and fooled around and blew raspberry at him. I could see his eyes turn dark and angry and yet I stuck my tongue out at him again. He then warned me of doing something like that. But I, being the saucy girl I can be, did it a third time.

Three times I stuck my tongue out at him. Threefold were my punishment.

Omsorg from IKEA

Anyone ever seen one of these? We have one hanging in our hallway wich he quickly spotted.
To front of my thighs got a severe beating with it. Yes it hurt. I sobbed and I moaned and I begged. My legs folded and I wanted to sit down on the floor but he wouldn't let me. As a finisher he hit me on both my cheeks. It was scary as the shoe helper got really close to my eyes but as long as I closed them and relaxed my facial muscles it stopped being scary and just hurt.

In the end everything I experienced during this Friday (pain, emotions, lust) was lovely. Just perfect. Everything was so fucking marvellous that it makes me cry at the thought of not seeing him again. My lack of lust the last weeks has it's origin in that knowledge.

My quest for a master continues. Volunteers please sign up!

Friday part 2

After the intense floggin session we moved into my bedroom where I finally got to taste the cane.

Ten hits he gave me. After each and every one I had to count it out loud and thank him for it. In the beginning I felt a bit silly saying "One, thank you." but after a while it was my only way to give myself a short paus. While the pain rushes through me I need a few secs to catch my breath and withstand the pain. After that was done I thanked him and quickly recieved another blow after wich the procedure of catching my breath and so on repeated. Every hit made the paus longer as I hurted more and more. And as usual, the tenth hit was the hardest, almost making me fall down on the bed wich I was leaning against.

Some time during the bedroom session he took my hand and moved it to my ass so I could feel them. Five of the hits had left swollen stripes on me. Fascinated I followed the lines and rejoiced over them.

I also remember lying on the back in my bed and getting caned on the inside of my thighs. Thankfully he didn't hit hard on the thin sensitive skin but still it was scary. Having my legs spread like that and my pussy fully exposed is both terrifying and arousing.

While lying in the bed like that he also made me wait for his permission to come. That was kinda tricky for me seeing as I have a bit of a hard time coming without my own help. In the end he released my cuffed hands so I could rub my pussy while he was fucking me with his hand. Orgasm, how I love thee.

Later that night I got the satisfaction of hearing his pulse go up as I was caressing his chest and nipples. We were cozed up in the sofa, me with my head on his chest and my ear firmly pressed against it so I could hear his hearth beat. As I was stroking and playing with his upperbody I noticed how his pulse and breathing both changed as he grew more and more aroused. It was a real treat actually.

Hm, what more do I recall of the wonderfull evening...

Ops, solly!

First of all: I lost my sexual lust lately, therefore the blog suffered from non-activity. Today my period grows closer by the minut and I'm back to feeling horny again. I will get back to it asap!

Ass status: Thursday

Looks: Yellow-red-blue bruises

Nothing hurts besides pressing my ass tight against the wall or having a cat walking over it.

zomg

Eeeeh! I have a date tomorrow!

What the hell am I supposed to wear...?

Ass status: Monday

Looks: Still blue circles with red/white stripes through them on the cheeks.

Sitting in the sofa: Haven't tried yet. Sitting in the comfy chair hurts a bit though.

Sleeping: Doesn't hurts as much anymore.

Going to the toilett: Still hurts the most but not a disturbance anymore.

Sitting by the computer: No hurting at all.

Other: Very pale stripes on the inside of thighs.

Ops

My boyfriend has a habit of patting and stroking my ass every time he pass me. He keeps on doing that even after he saw my blue bruises, not because he's mean but because he forgets I'm sore.

Friday nights dream

I was just finished with my PE class in school and was heading for the showers when I realised that my ass would draw attention to it's multitude of colors.

As I was walking naked down the room with a towel covering only the front of me I tried to figure out wich excuse to use. In the end I settled with the truth.

-Oh my god, what happened to your ass?!

-I had sex.

During the same night I had some strange dreams about being hunted by a rapist. I casually kicked him in his groins and didn't get scared at all.

Friday part 1

So, I had a visitor this Friday. The Musician came by for some hours and it was goo-ood!

At first I was a bit uncomfortable and unsecure (silly me). While he was drinking coffee I babbled on about god knows what. Thankfully he soon put me out of my misery by giving me a evil look and I could finally relax and become horny and submissive.

I think I might be getting old cause I can't darnit remember how we started the session. Was it me making coffee for him or me sitting on a chair in the middle of the room? Anyhow, that's the scenario. I'm sitting on a chair with hands tied behind my back and blindfolded. He's circling around me with hot coffee in his hand. I was scared and thrilled at the same time. Not knowing what he was going to do, and happy that I did not know what was going to happen only certain that things were about to happen.

Let me tell you this, a cup filled with hot coffe is hot on the outside too. Especially if it's pressed against my sensitive breasts... God that hurted! I could have done anything to make him stop it, but using the safe word never once occured to me. I kept comforting myself with the fact that it would only get cooler by time and I just had to withstand it for a while longer.

Later on: I'm naked, still on the same spot in the room as the chair previously was. Blindfolded and hands cuffed to my leather collar and no way of protecting my body as he went over it with the flogger. This is probably my favourite part as it contained tons of emotions. At first he changed between hard and soft strokes, making me moan and whimper. Rather normal I imagine it. Then he changed to only soft strokes. So soft that even a vanilla person would have enjoyed them, I do love them myself also. But as he was hitting me he kept talking about the flogger, how great of a tool it was. How you can be very gentle but also very evil with it. It's strings are so light that even a really hard blow dont make a scratch on the skin, thus not breaking the rule of no skin damage. Maybe it was his voice, or the fact I couldn't see and so I was extra sensitive to sounds but I took everything he said to my heart and I got extremely scared. So scared that I was shivering and couldn't stop it. I don't know if I was moaning or gasping for air or maybe I was holding my breath but I was terrified as I stood there awaiting the final blow. Could I cope with a full blow hit from him?

As the minutes ticked away my instincts took over and so when he uttered the words "And suddenly..." I covered. I got so scared that my body took control and tried to protect itself, it was not a consciously decision to cover but I did. As he continued with the words "...you don't even have to hit." I almost started crying. Then he hugged me and I could finally relax.

Very well played on my feelings and fears and I absolutley loved every second of it!

I think I need to go reminisce...in my bed...with lube...

Ass status: Sunday

Looks: A round blue circle on each cheek. Lines are starting to pale.

Sitting in the sofa: Only hurts at the moment I sit down or move position.

Sleeping: Hurts a bit when lying on my back.

Going to the toilett: Hurts the most.

Sitting on the chair by the computer: Doesn't hurt at all.

Other: Pale stripes on the inside of my thighs.

Friday evening brought new experiences

How silly of me to fear the paddle when it is the cane that is the master of pain...

When in need, smash a window

Today I've been busy hanging out with my family (wich included work but also lots of food and cake!) but yet the horny thoughts kept hitting me. I was feeling a bit weird because of it until I finally realised what I had to do - masturbate!

Thankfully the perfect opportunity occured after the gardening my mum had me do. Naturally I wanted to take a shower before the cake happened and so I got a chance to use the faitful bidé. I spent quit some moments on that thing growing up and I've had some of my most perverted thoughts on it. It would clearly place as top 1 on the list of my favourite sex toys. Orgasm isen't minutes away, we're talking seconds here. My guess is that it has something to do with how I'm able to tense my inner muscles when "riding" it. So in honor of old traditions I took a quick ride today and came twice. After that I felt very much relieved and were able to function normally.

When I got home in the evening I got a phone call and now I'm back to constant hornyness...

Puzzlement

Last week I called the STD-clinic to book an appointment. As I were talking to the woman on the phone and she started asking her relationships questions I could hear she got a bit confused when I wanted to get tested seeing as I was in a 6 year old steady relationship. She got even more confused when I told her I have had a active sex life with more than one partner during the course of a year. I wonder what kind of thoughts that wandered through her mind as she tried to grasp the fact of me not being the faithful bitch I'm supposed to be. It gave me a giggle in all my fear.

Tail

I've often fantasized about having a butt plugg that looks like this but now I'm not certain I could bear the shame of feeling the tail stroke my thighs.

The Musician

Here's the background:
As I wrote yesterday a guy contacted me asking if I wanted a play pal for the summer. I said yes, we chatted for a while and then, rather quickly to be me, decided to meet and see if it could lead somewhere. So Monday morning I took the bus to him, I had butterflies in my stomach and a well hidden thought that maybe, just maybe, I would get my ass spanked. But of course, my sensible side told me I shouldn't/wouldn't have sex on the first meeting. Therefore I did not bring any condoms, nor did I shave at all. Anything from stopping my weak morale to get the better of me...

It all started out rather innocent, there were eating, conversations about normal stuff and generally a get-to-know-each-other time. As the day passed we got closer and closer to the question "Do you want to play with me?". As I recall it he was the one who asked first but also the one who answered it first. Positively. I agreed with him.

Eventually we ended up at his house, his empty house with no one to disturb us...
Still I was vaguely determined to not do anything, but also very excited at the thought of something maybe happening. It wasen't until he locked the door that I understood that something really was going to happen. The amount of emotions running through me as he took the few steps from the door to me is probably more than what occurs during vanilla sex for other people. My nervousness, all the excitment and all the joy gathered at a southern point in my body. It made my eyes flicker from side to side, my body tense and my breathing shallow, honestly I think I am a bit addicted to that specific mixture.Soon thereafter I found myself in his bed, jeans pulled down halfway and with his hand raised above my ass, just about to cane me. A few thoughts about my sanity crossed my mind but mostly I just floated around on the waves of pain and pleasure.

One of the things I like to think about the most is when he caned me on the sole of my feet. I've always felt repelled or turned off when seeing it in pictures or movies and so I thought I would never like it for myself, I was not even interested in trying. Well, turns out I didn't have much choice with him and it also turns out I like it. Hurts as hell of course but that's the beauty of it.

Something else that keeps me occupied is the promises he has made for the next time we meet. This Monday were only a "test run", I did not get bruised nor did my body hurt afterwards but that will change he says. I can't stop myself from getting wet by the mere thought of more pain! I think he has some really evil tricks up his sleeve and I'm eager to experience them!

In the end I'm very happy I took this chance as it's payed off already, I think I've met the master I was longing for - at least for the summer.

Still frustrated, but happy

My mind just wont leave what happened yesterday. I'm constantly feeling horny. And longing for the pain that was, and the pain that will come.

Never being hit by a cane* before yesterday was a discovery worth every cent I payed for the bus. I do not own one myself but I think I might just have to get one before the weekend. Blushing a bit here at the thought of aqcuiring something that will hurt me...

Edit: *Cane-like thingie

Porrtrollet makes another notch in her bedpost...

I haven't mentioned anything but a man contacted me a while back, asking me if I was interested in having a play pal for the sumer - frustrated as I am I actually said yes and we mailed and chatted for a while, not very long though, a week perhaps, and then decided we should meet and see if this could lead anywhere. So today we met. And lead somewhere it did.

Details at a later time...

Blesch

I felt like reading a porn novel with bdsm-theme but I couldn't find a good one.

I felt like watching a porn movie with bdsm-theme but I couldnt find a good one.

I felt like surfing for bdsm-porn but realised I would only find McDonalds porn.

I felt like fucking my boyfriend but my period is an inconvenience.

I'll have to settle with Dodgeball and a headache...

Hair

For the last six months I've been waiting for my hair to grow long again just for the joy of being able to wear it in a pony tail (no, no sexual reasons why). I've waited and waited and still it stays at shoulder length. But tonight I got another reason to wait for it.

Go to Twisted Monk and find out why!

Weekend

Frustration has fond me again,

This time with a hint of sadness. So much I want to experience but no one in sight to experience it with. I am restless and lacking my usual patience for long term relationship that usually foregoes a bdsm-relationship in my world.

Went to a medieval fair this weekend, really nice. There were a woman there, long, curvy and with brown frisky hair. She played a home-made violin and sang peculiar songs. She was awesome. After eyeing her for some minutes my mind started making pick up lines in a old fashioned way.

Oh my fair lady. What beautiful songs you bestow upon us this the most radiant of days. My heart weakens at the sound of your voice as it carries the words higher and higher up into the sapphire blue sky. Yet I fear both your voice and admirable violinplay pales in the vicinity of a even greater beauty... You, my fair lady. Your eyes are like the color of honey while your voice lends the smoothness of said thing. Your hair is that from a nymph, newly awaken in the, with dew covered, rose. Your hands could soothe a baby stolen from its mother or drive a cold blooded man or woman insane with lust.

Yes, something is definitely different with me.

No sex whatsoever this weekend, had a friend staying over and we spent every waking minut with her. Listened to good music, missed a opportunity to meet a potential sex partner, drooled at well-trained, half-naked young men and ate unhealthy. Overall a rather good weekend.