Tied up Tuesday

Well it is one of my favorite days of the week. Tied up Tuesday. And since this is going to be a regular weekly theme, I would like to start off easy....what size color or type of rope is your favorite. How tight or loose.

I like heavier gage solid braid poly for my aesthetic rope work. Dark colors for light skin and light colors for darker skin.

If I am going for a torture tie or something that requires a certain type of mark well then we go for a smaller gage rope. Color is of little import here as it is the effect that is far more important.

Tight or tighter. For a general tie I like the larger gage and not to snug, but just enough to compress the skin 1/2 as much as a pain or securing tie. I also find, and lusciously so, that the tight tie is most often where a sub goes off into la la land. They go away to subspace not to return any time soon.

So share with me....what are your favorite ropes colors and snugness of ties.

Masochistic Monday

The votes are in and Mondays from now on will be Masochistic Mondays.

So we will delve into masochism.

1 : a sexual perversion characterized by pleasure in being subjected to pain or humiliation especially by a love object — compare sadism 2 : pleasure in being abused or dominated : a taste for suffering

So I am not a masochist, but I know several who are. The question I have today is what part of masochism is it that you like. The Pain or the humilliation or the abuse or being dominated or suffering.

As for me, I like to inflict mostly Domination and suffering. Most everything I do is more mental. Teasing, torturing, and (I know I should not go here but...) ticking.

The only pain I really like to inflict is the pain of a tight bondage or of a really good spanking/flogging.

Long Absence

I know I know I have been gone from here for over a month. I have just been over worked and well now under appriciated. I am joining the ranks of the millions...I get laid off on January 1st...yummy.
Well at least I will have time to get caught up here. .....

Masochistic Monday

1. Psychiatry. the condition in which sexual gratification depends on suffering, physical pain, and humiliation.

2. gratification gained from pain, deprivation, degradation, etc., inflicted or imposed on oneself, either as a result of one's own actions or the actions of others, esp. the tendency to seek this form of gratification.

3. the act of turning one's destructive tendencies inward or upon oneself.

4. the tendency to find pleasure in self-denial, submissiveness, etc.

So given the above definitions, (since some on here seem to confuse their roles), I would love to hear what masochistic thing you did over the weekend.

I rode my bicycle 40 miles in the rain. Just to prove I could. My ass hurts and it is not even from a good spanking or flogging.

I dreamed of my sub and what I would do to her....and precious was involved.

The Meeting Part 4 of 4

No, ok well then tank you for the food. And then he untied me and asked me how I was….I was fantastic…the wonderful rope marks on my side. Food to feed my hunger and more rope to play with, well I could get used to this. Once we had eaten he asked if I was ready for more….oh god yes …..but what came out was ‘Whatever pleases you Sir’ had he broken me that easily. But I did want more and what I really wanted more of was to please him. So he tied me spread eagle to the bed and coated me in honey…then proceeded to lick it off. Then the candles came out and he waxed me in a rainbow of colors…then he flogged the wax off and then we showered to get the honey and wax off and to south my aching muscles. So the adventure will continue I am sure. But in a couple of weeks….




Honey Dip photo by ben fink Honey Drip photo by Getty

The Meeting part 3 of 4

So half dried I run after him and make sure I am right on his heels….
Once back in the room he is chuckling and making me mad. He knew that pool stunt would tick me off and embarrass me. So now I am dry and chilly so he sends me to draw a bath. Good I can get warm.
But the warm bath is for him….arghhhhhh. He gets out and commands me to dry him. I should just crush his nuts and let him know how pissed I am…but well if I do, what will he do in retaliation. I do not like this. Being pinned in the proverbial corner is going to drive me stark raving mad. Then he says get the Longest black rope. As we enter the bedroom I see miles of rope laid out. All of them different sizes, colors, and textures. OMFG…what is he going to do now. The long black rope weights a lot it must be 100 or so feet. What could he do with that….Then he starts…at my waist and begins wrapping me higher and higher….oh the rope so good…brain not working….black rope corset….then he goes higher casually brushing my breasts and causing my nipples to harden as he goes all the way up to my armpits. The corset is so snug so soft so tight so warm so good. Oh this is why I gave in to all his games I am cum just standing here. Then he asks if I am ok…I mumble something but he says ‘good’. (I think). Then he takes my wrists and brings them to the front and begins with another nice black rope to make an arm gauntlet. Then yet another is on my legs….how long…..foggy brain….oh my…he sweeps the other ropes off the bed then lifts me…oh he is strong….to the bed and tosses me like a rag doll. Then he gets a mask for me to protect my identity and begins taking pictures of his handy work. I bet it is lovely….but I cannot move or see…..then the flash stops. And he asks ‘are you ready’ ….ready for what? Haven’t we already done enough? Then I hear a whoosh and feel the warmth of that damn flogger he showed me. What did he call it? His Precious. Oh that is nice and thuddy…oh I could get used to that. Oh god no wonder he calls it his precious. Then as suddenly as he started he stops. There is a knock on the door. He leaves….yes put the try right here. She is pretty isn’t she? Would you like to sample her?

The Meeting Part 2 of 4

Upon my arrival I am so nervous that I almost die. My heart is beating so fast I am so wet….will he be able to tame the wildness that is me? Knock Knock Knock. The code 3 knocks….the door opens but I do not see him. I hesitate looking for him in the dark. Then I hear his voice the one that wants me to do things that I do not even know I want to do. Only one work shakes me back in to reality. ‘Proceed’ The blindfold is before me. So I put it on. Then I begin to strip. Hoping he is enjoying the show and knowing how embarrassed I am being naked in front of someone else. Once naked I grab my purse and put on my bikini. Wow, being covered for the inspection, even if it is a bikini is helping me relax. He moved close I could hear him but did not know where he was. He was on my left, no my right breathing in my body. He then spoke. Stand and bring the water bottle and follow me to the Jacuzzi. Once there he suggested that I was thirsty so I sipped…it was wine not water. He was trying to get me to relax. I did some. We sat and chatted some more about my expectations for the day. He then said that was enough talk and he leaned in and grabbed my hair and whispered in my ear….take off the bikini. Thank goodness no one else was in the hotel Jacuzzi. So here I am naked with him and he stands up with my suit and walks over to the towels. He dries off with me looking longingly at him. What do I do? Run for the towel and my suit or just slowly walk over which will please him more. They both terrify me. He then throws me a tiny hand towel says ‘dry off and follow me to the room.’ Well so much for relaxing…but I dare not hesitate for fear he will be angry. And god knows what he might make me do if he is angry. So grabbing the towel I watch him head toward the room…oh I better hurry or he might make me wait outside the room….