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Brushing Up

8th January 2012 Of all the implements of torture that Sir has at his disposal it is this, fairly innocent looking everyday item, that I loath the most. It was purchased by Sir when he was still in America after he read a recommendation for it on Spanking Blog. It cost a whooping $10.00 from…

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Pinned

16th December 2011 Yesterday he discovered that I had discussed the possibility of conspiring with another subbie. In case you don’t know, conspiring is a big no, no and this was rule breaking on a fairly spectacular scale. Why did I do it? It seemed a good idea in the moment, a bit of harmless…

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Terminology

11th September 2011 Apparently it is very important to use the correct terminology when referring to these little items and calling them ‘clippy things’ is just not acceptable. They are in fact called carabiners. The use of the term ‘clippy things’ should be approached with extreme caution as it can result in them being used…

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Defiant Little Sub

13th July 2011 Oh I’ve been a bad girl While we’ve been apart Now I am in a twirl Is it too late to start? * Once that he is here with me The music I must face For task that I have let go free And forgetting of my place * I wonder should…

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To Kill A Mocking Bird

30th June I wish I had remembered the mirror before I saluted him behind his back. We were getting ready to go out for the evening he had picked out my clothes and watched me whilst I got dressed. Once I was ready I had turned to face him with a cheeky smile on my…

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Digging A Hole

8th April 2011 I am addicted to the shovel. I try so hard to leave it alone and ignore it, I know what I am meant to do but for some reason that is not what I usually end up doing. He seems to delight in my use of the shovel and will often let…

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Worth The Wait!

21st February 2010 “Now, where were we Slutmine?” “Sir?” “Oh come now my love, don’t tell me you have forgotten already?” “Forgotten Sir?” I reply, my brow furrowing in puzzlement. You chuckle as you take my chin between your fingers and tilt my face up to yours…. “Such a pretty little confused look, my darling…

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Whipped Cream

26th January 2011 The other night as I climbed the stairs to bed with my computer in my arms things took a little lurch, not me physically, more shall we say, in the behaviour department. As I settled into my bed for the night he pressed…. “Tell me Slutmine, don’t keep making me ask” I…

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Shall we dance?

5th January 2011 OMG, it is Wednesday again. How do I make the time stop? There MUST be a way of slowing it down. Why does it rush by so quickly when we are together? I can’t believe that in only a few short days he will be gone again. Just writing those words makes…

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Playing!

24th December 2010 I wonder what you are all doing this evening. Parties, wrapping presents, snuggling up with the one you love or maybe having an pre Christmas fuck….. Well whatever it is I hope it’s good for you. I have been playing. Noooo, not like that, although it was VERY tempting I will admit,…

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The Butt Plug

3rd October 2010 One of my regular tasks is to wear my lovely little butt plug every day. It started off as half an hour a day but now I am meant to wear it for as long as I can. Depending on circumstances this can be anything from the required half an hour to…

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Shackled.

4th August 2010 Yesterday I was meant to spend the day in the wrist cuffs; with them shackled together, but for some reason that escapes me it was a task that went uncompleted. This morning I was reminded of that fact. After some explanation on my part I was told that if I completed the…

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Tied

May 7th 2010 I lay on the bed; legs spread wide, my wrist and ankles secured to each corner by four length of silk rope. I twist and pull on my binds, but all this seems to do is make them cut tighter into my flesh. I try to twist my right wrist round, to…

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Spank me!

3rd Febuary 2010 Spank me…..go on, do it! I do love to be spanked, it’s the noise, that clap as his hand connects with my flesh and the fact that it’s his hand, not a whip or a cane but his hand on me. It leaves me wet and throbbing and needing to be filled….

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