20th November 2011 The other day I posted about having my Fingers Crossed but never my legs, however I omitted to mention that while Sir is away I have been put on strict orgasm denial. The night before he left he fucked my arse and then afterwards as I lay in his arms recovering from…
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31st August 2011 “They are all watching Slut; can you feel their eyes on you?” A little whimper is all I can manage in reply. I am suspended by the wrist cuffs to the spider’s web in the dungeon. The air is hot and sticky in the old stables, even though the doors are open…
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10th August 2011 Do you know how wet it made me watching him in the garage turning the bundle of garden canes into an instrument of torture? Watching the concentration on his face as he wound wire round the ends to hold them in place, the muscles in his hands and arms visibly working to…
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15th July 2011 Day 4 of the task was to masturbate for 16 minutes without cumming but I had a brain wave and asked Sir if I could wear the pearls for the morning whilst I was out and about doing my jobs instead. After giving it some thought he declared that he liked the…
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10th July 2011 I have a task, my very last one before he gets here and he has not made it easy either. It involves lots of masturbation, which sounds good right? Wrong, because it is lots of masturbation without any orgasms and it starts on Monday. Monday: Masturbate for 2 minutes but do not…
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27th April 2011 Reaching down between my legs I find the smooth soft skin of my pussy and gently stroke. Slowly I explore, caressing my thighs and the outer folds of my pussy, taking my time, savouring the sensation of my touch. I close my eyes and try to forget that it is my hand…
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18th March 2011 YES!!! It’s here, Fridayyyyyyyyyyyyyy! Can you tell I am happy about this? The last day of my torturous orgasm free week is finally here and I have decided that unlike Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday and the slowest of them all Thursday, Friday is going to zoom by. For a start it is going…
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16th March I am not a big fan of orgasm denial. I like cumming, the feeling beforehand when my pussy twitches at just the thought, the flow of juices as I play and then that rolling, pulsing, feeling as my orgasm flows through me and then finally those breathless spent moments as I lay and…
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24th February 2011 Last Friday I was set a Fucktoy Friday task. “Go to B&Q and buy something to make yourself cum with. Take it back to the car and use it to make yourself cum…. and make sure you take pictures. Oh, and if the pictures don’t please me, you will have to go…
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2nd February 2011 Do you get cold feet? Well I am sorry to say that I do, in fact to be honest I suffer from coldness in general. I don’t mean in the frigid sense of the word obviously, and hopefully my rather ‘colourful’ blog proves that, I mean in the circulation sense. I hate…
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December 20th 2010 I buried my face in the pillow as the belt wrapped its self round my arse and thighs, again and again, the cool hard leather cracked across my tender flesh, my ever-increasing cry’s muffled within the pillow….. A pause in the rhythm gives me a moment to catch my breath, I glance…
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17th November 2010 My body aches for him. I miss his touch so much. It doesn’t matter how many times I get to cum, that need for him and his touch is never diminished, never satisfied, in fact the opposite is true, the need, the craving, the longing just seems to grow and build and…
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23rd October 2010 We recently discovered a wonderful site which is dedicated to the art of the female orgasm. It has a wealth of tasteful, yet oh so horny, videos of girls enjoying some perfectly wonderful self pleasure. It is definitely a celebration of the female orgasm. Anyway, after watching a fair few of these…
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2nd August 2010 Crack! The belt wraps itself round my bottom, the end curling right around me and licking at the tender flesh on the top of my thighs. The pain is sharp and intense and I cannot help but double over, my hands leaving the wall and fluttering around my now stinging thighs. ‘Did…
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