29 Feb 2012

heaven

Oh god
Oh fuck
Oh cunt
Oh prick


Oh pain
Oh darn
Oh cunt
Oh shit


Oh cock
Oh ache
Oh grunt
Oh damn


Oh sting
Oh tit
Oh shit
Oh piss


Oh hair
Oh chain
Oh ass
Oh hell


Oooohhw heaven


28 Feb 2012

pleasure


For Your pleasure
I will silently sit
Under Your desk
Listen
To phone calls
Orders
Typing
Anything You do
And that
My Master
Will satisfy
Me

For Your pleasure
I will be tied up
Willingly
Lovingly
Endlessly
Until
You
Will
See fit
To untie
Me


For Your pleasure
I will be whipped
Shackled
To a
Cross
The pain
My voice
To endure
Until
You decide
Enough
For
Me

Solely for
Your pleasure
My Master
I am wet
I am cold
I am horny
I am in pain
I Will
Do
Simply
Anything
Because
You chose
To use
Me

26 Feb 2012

fun at home


BDSM Equipment is expensive. In most of Europe You can rent for a day or a weekend, a dungeon or a cottage fully equipped. Others are lucky enough to have a playroom in their house. At times it is hard to live your dream within a household with children.  In Second Life many of us try to live their dream in secrecy and have to be creative to either give orders that are possible within a Vanilla household.
But there is a lot of fun playing with household items.

So what can we use, without attracting too much attention. After my reading in voice of the story: “Cold as Ice”, we had a talk of items we can use. I placed already a manual on how to make an ice dildo/ice cock on this site and a way to do self-bondage.  But here is a reflection of the talk we had. I want to thank all for their open and fun contributions. I might have forgotten a few items mentioned, but here is a recollection of some. I would love any comment, idea or criticism!

Most of all, with every thing you try, do your research! Know what are you doing and be careful, BDSM can be about pain, but it is not to hurt you. Do invest some time in researching 


Wooden spoon
To be ordered to hit oneself with a wooden spoon on your genitals or butt is for those who like pain quite lovely.

Clothes pegs
Aren’t they simply adorable? You can almost place them anywhere and leave them for a while. Be careful though not take the bloodstream away for to long. But even though I always dread the moment I have to take them off, it is that beautiful stinging pain I simply adore. You can also easily make a string of clothes pegs.

Rope for bondage
Various ropes can be used, but I advise to use natural materials. Some like more soft ones and some prefer hard, crude rope. (And being alone in the home, do not tie yourself up in a way you cannot make it loose!)

Sandpaper
It can be used creatively on various parts of the body. A teaser after shaving for example

Chinese meditating chiming balls
Exceellent to work the mucles of the vagina and at the same time being “massaged by the movement of the balls.

screwdrivers
And they do come with handles in different sizes, shapes and material. Very lovely to use like a dildo.


shoelaces
wonderful for male genital torture (please be carefull there too)


Magic wands (Hitachi)
For massage only..... ofcourse

Ice dildo
Very easy to make and easy to make it disappear.

The good old veggies: Carrots, Cucumber

Figging (making and using a gingerfinger) I will make a full post on that one.

Sports items as:
Horse whips
Pingpong bats (also various ones can be used!)
You can use (tennis, hockey, etc) balls to masturbate with or ordered too.
Although some mentioned it might be handy if anyone in the house actually do these sports ;-)

Electric toothbrush
Well it is like a miniature vibrator and can used close to the clit….. so good.

Hot cream
That cream that relaxes and warms the muscles…..do heat up so nicely....

Fly-swatter
For electric play and it is safe but do your homework

Candles
Find the good ones!

A lighter
For fire play, just to scare and not to burn please


Nettles
The sting a the nettles are harmless and will die away.

Well I think my list could be much, much longer but who knows how far we get.
A lot more can be used… I bet.

And……. BE CAREFUL OUT THERE.


23 Feb 2012

a gift

a gift
huge gift
a gift to share

it feels good
so good
I cry
joyous tears

always fight
for love
the beauty 
is within

your gift
is glass 
in my hands

I will 
cherish
polish
protect
fight
hold
dare
love
share
and
give


20 Feb 2012

orders


kneel!
he said
and I
simply
knelt

play!
he said
and I
simply
played

cum!
he said
and I
simply
came






19 Feb 2012

slut

The Master whispered:
"I will call you slut, not because you are one but just so you can live your perverted dreams.
I will call you slut, simply because I want to live my perverted dreams."
She knows.

He continued:
"I will call you slut because your body reacts in pleasure.
I will call you slut because I am proud of you"
She understands.

He whispered as he looked deep in her eyes:
"I call you slut, when ever I feel to.
But you are my slut! My slut only."
She feels.

He whispered in her ear:
"You are my slut, my lady.
You are my slut."
She flies.



18 Feb 2012

story of O



Silence?

Silence!
They said

Footsteps on stairs
Rustling of dresses
Soft moans
Heartbeats
Scratching of pens
Flipping papers
Whiplashes
Breathing
Commands
Thoughts

Was it?

Silence.....



17 Feb 2012

polyamore




Bless you Meester
Bless you for your strength
Bless you for your patience

to keep our collars locked

Bless you sister
Bless you for sharing
Bless you for finding

the strength to let me in

Bless us
Bless all of us
Bless the three of us

for holding on

Bless our struggle
Bless our love
Bless our affection

and each other

15 Feb 2012

cold as ice


  
There she lays naked on a huge king-size bed, her body stretched relaxed as she breathes regularly and calmly. Her breasts slightly moving and her nipples gently sway like little flowers in the wind. Her long hair spread over her pillow, now and than she softly sighs, as if she experiences something in her sleepy world.  Her legs are slightly apart showing her femininity as a rose; the inner lips as beautiful petals. Her flower is closed.

On a little distance a man is seated in an easy chair. His eyes roam her body and a smile appears on his face. The view of the body on the bed is like a landscape with curvy hills and secret cavities a place to wander around and enjoy. It is like a piece of art, a living piece of art. On the other end of the room the doors to the balcony are open and the lace curtains are whipped up in the wind. The air in the room is fresh and pleasant. The dawn is visible as the sky is coloured a pinkish yellow and leaves a sensitive glow on the girl’s body. The sun is rising, colouring her body in the pale colours of dawn. More and more visible are red stripes that can be seen on her butt, back and legs. Her breasts are also marked with light red stripes. The girl is marked and the man is enjoying the marks. These are his autographs.

He had been sitting there for a while, like a hawk on his nest making sure she is all right. This price possession should be protected at all times. His hand travels on his body. It reaches his lower body and weighs his half erected manhood in his hand, cleaned last night at his order. Silently he stands and closes his bathrobe and walks quietly out of the room to return a little later holding in his hand a bucket with tinkling ice within.
He is a big man but very gently he places the mass of his body on the bed and takes a large icicle out. It has the size of a huge cock. He hangs it above her lips and little drops of ice-cold water drips on her lips. A slight smile appears as he sees her tongue wiping her wet lips dry at first. Just that little moment before she actually wakes up and realises the cold.

When she opens her eyes, he notices how she fights to wake up, how her brain tries to understand what is happening. Slowly he lowers the icicle and touches her lips. She licks it, gently suckling it as a shiver runs through her body. He makes a pattern down and follows a trail over her chin and neck to her breasts, teasing her nipples, which harden by the cold touch. A wet trail; like a snail wandering over the curvy landscape of her body. Goosebumps covers skin. She trembles of the cold little trickles of water running down on the sheet.
The icicle is placed back in the bucket and he attaches her wrists with shackles on the posts of the bed. The cold steel chains jangling as she moves and adjusts. A big soft towel is placed underneath her body. After a while he lifts her legs and he ties each leg together  above the knee so that her rose and her lovely aperture below it are fully in sight for him. Not a word has been uttered between them. Just her sighs moans and his gentle grinning can be heard. She knows better not to talk to Him in the mood he is in.  Slight shivers still go through her body. With every action he checks upon her looking in her eyes. Reassuring her with a gentle smile.

Taking a few steps away form the bed he grins as she lays there totally vulnerable and for him to please and play with. He raises wickedly his eyebrow and picks the icicle and gently runs a trail form between her breasts slowly down, teasing the petals and the swollen stigma of her rose. She gasps for air and the chains tinkle like ice cubicles. When he teases her more she wriggles her toes and moves her feet. Drops of icy water go down making her aperture cringe. He teases her moving it around and very gently pushing it in. Her moans are loud as he slowly pushes the icicle into her. Suddenly he opens his bathrobe and enters her juicy, slippery rose. Rocking her legs and holding on to the icicle he takes her looking into her eyes, seeing how she drifts away on a cloud. He knows she has lost her focus on him now as he slowly and deeply rocks until she tightens around his rock hard shaft. Grunting deeply he gives in and lets go in an outburst of all within him as he holds on to her legs. Still panting he retracts. Her body shaking, all the ice disappeared.

He unties her and wraps her in his bathrobe holding her in his arms and kissing her. They fall asleep as the sun peeks through the lace curtains. A new day has begun.



14 Feb 2012

Mijn Meester



Master

One word, I hear
Your voice that gives
And carries me
It is not about time
For hours on end
A split second
with You, Master
can lift me up
And make me fly

Love
Ara