PIERCING, PLUG AND PLEASURE

PIERCING, PLUG AND PLEASURE

Here we go then. I’ve always wanted to be a published writer…

First of all, I would like to thank everybody who reads my blog. Writing is one of my favourite pastimes and being read makes it all that more pleasurable.

However, be warned. I tend to ramble on quite a bit, never know how to cut a story short, not even when it really is short. You’ll also find I very often get distracted and start talking completely besides the point. All you can hope for is that I eventually find my way back to the plot and finish off what I originally started telling about. Further more, I might misuse the language a little, because English is not my mother tongue. But hopefully you do find some of it enjoyable.

This week has been a busy one; very interesting, painful and eventful, varied and a little confusing.

It all started quite depressing on Monday, having to sort out very serious money problems and feeling very stuck. I had taken the whole day off, although I knew I would only need the morning for this. So I could spend the afternoon with my friend Cameron. I always love being with him, and again I had a fantastic afternoon. One of the things I took back with me (literally) was my new butt plug.

On my previous visit to Cameron, he took me to some sexshops, of which one had a salesman with a Scottish accent. I am totally in love with the Scottish accent, something I blame Billy Connolly for –a man who I adore! So I made the most of the situation and totally endulged in listening to this man and made him show me all the butt plugs he had. I was thinking of buying one anyway (honestly!). But unfortunately I couldn’t find anything to my liking (I am sooo fussy). Well that is to say, there was one, very interesting with electricity and other tricks, but the bottom end was shaped a bit like you see on a rabbit. So not really something you could wear to work, as I pointed out to the salesman. In desperation then, he showed me his purchasing catalogues and indeed I found just the thing…. My dear slave friend collected my order for me last week and so he gave it to me on Monday. The plug is “slightly” bigger than I expected… (OH MY GOD!!!-kinda-large). That evening I looked at it…

On Tuesday then lots of work at the office. And I also had loads of work at home to look forward to as well. I was starting to get seriously nervous about the planned session I had the next day. And also, very desperate for an orgasm. My colleage/friend Nicola had been shopping for me in the weekend, and had bought the latest super-duper rabbit. It looked fantastic, and couldn’t wait to give it a good try. But more so it had been 10 days since my last orgasm, and I started feeling very desperate. I know, 10 days might not seem that much, but believe me… After two days I already start working on my plea/appeal to my Master cause I feel so horny. Thankfully He felt I had deserved one, and allowed me to have fun that night. Oh, and it was fantastic!!! I can certainly recommend the new rabbit to all women.
My Master did also instruct me to start training myself with the new plug. That evening, before playing with my new rabbit, I started practising. It didn’t go all the way in, and I was very disappointed, but not surprised. And it is of course always good to have something to strive for, a goal to achieve, a wish to be fulfilled.
Swiftly moving on to Wednesday. That was such a special day, it is difficult to write about. That evening I had a session planned with a dom I had met about 6 months ago. From that one meeting I knew he was different than most people. His eyes, simply indescribable. So scary and so attractive at the same time. I have never forgotten them, and often thought back at the meeting I had with him. But, and this is probably through my little understanding of “things”, I found him too scary, and never dared to try to go further with him than the cup of tea we had. On the other hand, during the talk we had, I had felt an enormous understanding from him, even when I couldn’t quite find the words to explain myself, and never wanted to completely shut the door to him either. But now then, with the understanding that I do have a Master, he came for a play-session. I had arranged an overnight with the childminder for my little one, as obviously I do not want her in the house in a situation like that.

I was truly more than just nervous. Petrified is much closer to how I felt. Not just for the pain I would have to endure, but also for what I would feel about seeing him again. He had left such a strong impression.
And I was right for being scared. I will not give a detailed report of all the happenings of the evening, but I can tell that I have never ever cried, felt scared, physically hurt, made horny and comforted like it before. If I would ever have doubted any of my limits, I was now sure! But… I did manage to not give myself completely mentally.

I know, that last statement might not look as good as it really is. I shouldn’t hold back, but this case was a little different. That complete and total surrender is something I want to only give to my Master. It is logical to me…

I need to add that I have not been allowed to orgasm that night.

Thursday morning I went to pick up my little girl from the childminder to take to school. I didn’t have to, the school is around the corner from the childminder, and 20 minutes by car from my house. But the guilty feeling of having her sleeping somewhere else so I can endulge in my perverted sexual needs, made me do this. Also that evening she would go sleep at her daddy’s and two nights in a row not having her with me, seemed enormously long suddenly.
I felt totally wrecked. My whole body was in pain, and felt extremely tired. Further more I was again extremely nervous, cause that evening I had planned to be pierced through the clithood.
But first to the diet club, like every Thursday evening, after dropping my daughter off at her daddy’s. That went very well, and I had lost quite a lot of weight that week. Then to my friend’s house, who would do the piercing. I trust him completely with my body, and he has certainly proven it worthy so far. It is always nice to see him, and so it was too that evening. For some unknown reason (stupidity probably) I thought I was going to get sympathy for all the pain I was already in. With lots of oohing and aahing and moaning telling him some of the ordeal I went through the night before, I somehow expected a little “oh poor you” or something. But instead I was confronted with his sadistic side and got lots of laughter instead.

My lesson of the week: You can’t get sympathy from a sadist, and the harder you try, the less you get of course.

It got worse, when looking at my marks, I was told it was not all that bad, that I should really get some more. And of course the marks got poked and tested on their sensitivity.

Then I got tied to the bed. I had requested this, with the excuse that I didn’t want to make any movement that could risk ruining anything. Of course it was just really really nice too. It was a very strange kind of enjoyment I felt, when the cuffs were put on again, and even stranger to actually see him tie me down. He’s done it plenty of times, but I’ve always been blindfolded before. We had a lovely chat whilst he was clamping things and God knows what else. After long and thorough checking, he decided against doing it himself. I will have to go to a piercing shop. But he’ll come with me, which I am so enormously grateful for. And I don’t think he realises what a good friend he is at times.

The plug didn’t go in again that night. When I was in bed, I thought of skipping the training that evening. Felt so tired and achy. But thankfully I got my thoughts on the right track very quickly again, and I practiced extra long because I felt guilty about thinking about skipping it.

Again, the level of horniness was rising to very high levels. Having my lips and clit touched and fiddled with whilst lying bound…

Friday was a better day. In the morning I picked up my little girl to take her to the childminder for the day (school was closed) and went to work. I was able to sit down without too much pain. I was still tired, despite some good sleep during the night. And again I had some work to look forward to at home, cause I was having another dom-friend over. For dinner only this time. After work I picked up my little girl, and it was so nice to have her with me again. I know it was only two nights, and I still saw her before and after school/childminder every day, but still…
It turned out to be a fantastic evening. I have always been able to talk to him about almost anything and everything. There is a good understanding. We laugh a great deal and are able to joke with each other, just as much as talk about and discuss more serious areas in our lives. It had been quite a long time ago since we last seen each other. And it felt great. We had a lovely little dinner, and chatted for hours. He managed to give me a tremendous good feeling and a little self confidence (something I loose quite easily). Also he volonteerd to help me to practice with my plug. It went well, but still not completely in. He told me to put it on a chair and slide myself over it when I am alone. It should be easier than trying to push it in. We’ll try this later tonight.

I’ll keep you posted on the progress.

But again, feeling HORNY!!!! This friend had been so kind to stroke my clit ever so gently in order to relax me trying to push the butt plug in as far as possible. Oh poor me (yep, when it comes to not having orgasms, I do feel a lot of self pitty). I had written earlier that day to my Master to please allow me an orgasm, but the question is not even worthy an answer. I have to come up with something real good to start deserving one again soon!

Before ending this blog, I would like to respond to the comments I have received already so far.
To my dear slave friend, who commented on the rudeness of my pic lol. I would have made my name Slavin_H, cause H is my initial. But I never get addressed with my name by my Master, and am much better known as slet (=slut in English).
To A, I do hope you will keep reading. And of course, that you will indeed enjoy the writing. I am already looking forward to your comments.

I think I rambled enough for now. I do hope to be back a bit quicker next time, so I can keep the blog a bit shorter. But as said at the beginning of this piece, that might be a hard goal to achieve…

Leaving you all with the best quote I have ever read. It comes from Wilfred Peterson, who said:

“Happiness doesn’t come from doing the things you like to do, but from liking the things you have to do”