Thursday, July 25, 2013

Uh Oh! What's he going to do with that?


She whimpered as he dragged the edge of the knife along her nipple. Tethered, spread-eagle in the doorway, she could see everything as she watched Master in the mirror in front of them. He had just finished cutting and ripping her clothes off with a 6-inch hunting knife. Gagged, she couldn't even scream. She wanted to watch, but at the same time she just wanted to close her eyes and pretend she was somewhere else. She felt her fear grow as the knife lay against her throat.  When he moved the knife between her legs she automatically jerked her body to escape, but her bonds held her fast. Even in fear, she moaned as he caressed her clit with the cold steel.

Sounds like the start of a really good erotic novel, doesn't it? Well that was the scene in our bedroom the night before last. Master created a scarily believable knife-play scene for me. I truly felt the fear. He said later he could see fear in my eyes, something he had never seen before. I trust my Master 100%, or at least I thought I did until he was standing in front of me with a knife, slashing my clothing, and drawing the blade across my naked, sensitive parts.  I may be a little deranged, but it was really hot. 

Master instructed me earlier in the evening to put on something “I did not care about” and get ready to play. I guess I was expecting to have my clothing ripped from my body – sounded exciting to me. I couldn't have been more shocked when he brought the knife out after I was bound. He had me positioned right in front of the mirror so not only could I feel everything, but I could see it all happening too. It was all too easy to imagine it was real. I was thinking "what if his hand slips" – he could actually hurt me! I was very relieved when he laid the knife on the counter and moved onto good old-fashioned dildo and vibrator between my legs. I will say the resulting orgasm from fear-induced endorphins was pretty amazing.

Master did show me later how the knife had been intentionally dulled and my clothes were more ripped by his hands than cut with the knife. Phew!

Saturday, July 20, 2013

Listen Up Vanilla Sister

Tonight Master posed an interesting question to me.  He asked me what advice I would give to a vanilla friend if she came to me and said her partner had been reading about Dominant/submissive relationships and wants to try it.   Hmmm.  Master and I have only just celebrated our three month anniversary in our newly minted Master/slave relationship, so I hardly feel an expert on the topic. As I waxed philosophic and reminiscent, one sentiment immediately stood out - I have never been happier, more content, more fulfilled, and more satisfied.  So that sure sounds like I would counsel my vanilla buddy to don some handcuffs, order a paddle, and start working on kneeling positions.  But is it really that simple?

I think my first question of my curious pal would be – why does she think her partner wants this?   Is it for kinky sex and bedroom dominance?  Some erotic spanking? Or does he want to embrace more traditional male/female family roles?   Is he looking for a round the clock change in sexual and nonsexual aspects of their relationship?   I don’t think there is a right or wrong answer to these questions.  The answers just give insight to what’s in his head.  It also doesn't mean that the answers won’t morph over time.  That’s certainly what happened and continues to happen to us.

For a couple that is already in a well established relationship, this can all be pretty dicey.  What if one partner thinks everything is fine and the other is wanting to ramp things up?  What if he wants kink and she thinks good girls don’t do that?  (Though they really do.) Obviously, this can go badly.  I’m not a relationship counselor, but what I’ve found is that communication, patience, some humor, and a good dose of open mindedness go a long way.  If I had to select the one area where our relationship has blossomed the most as we explored M/s, it would be communication (no, not sex, but that’s a close second).  We talk about everything and at a much more intimate level.  It’s been very similar to that initial dating period where you can’t get enough of each other – pretty amazing after being married for two decades.  So if a couple can talk openly and honestly, they can examine their relationship in the light of D/s and decide if it’s for them, and make adjustments along the way.

Which leads to the next thing I would tell my questing sister.  I would tell her to do her research.   Get on the internet and search away.  Learn the lingo.  Find out the flavors (BDSM, M/s, D/s, Taken in Hand, A Domestic Discipline Society, 24x7 same roof – to name a few). Looking at the different approaches can help a couple see what appeals or resonates with them and provides lots of opportunity for intimate and titillating conversation.  Yep, there’s the communication item again. And don't stick to nonfiction. Read short stories and novels across the spectrum. It just may get you hot enough to want to try some things.

At this point if my friend hasn't run away screaming, I would tell her to dip a toe in and give it a try. Sex is a good place to start.  Most couples have dabbled in some light bondage or spanking according to a study I recently read. Early in our journey, after bondage became a regular part of sex, Master asked me to be his sex slave.  We just thought it would be a bedroom kind of thing.  But, as we researched, read, and practiced, we discovered there was a lot more to it and we began expanding beyond sex. We discovered this really works for us. An attempt at some kinkier sex completely changed everything we thought we knew about relationships and happiness.

So, do I think this could work for every couple?  Obviously if the relationship is already on shaky ground trying to go down this road could be perilous.  And, I guess it could be possible to mess up a perfectly good relationship by adding some kinky dynamics. On the other hand, not changing something could eventually mess up a relationship too.

I guess my parting insight to my vanilla friend would be to take the risk (nothing ventured, nothing gained) and have some fun.  There are some surprising things to be found along this journey and it’s a journey I don't regret and wouldn't miss for the world.

Wednesday, July 10, 2013

I'm Not Gonna Lie, That Brazilian Wax Did Hurt!


I was offline last week for an out-of-town Vanillacation with relatives. Upon our return home Master surprised me with an  appointment to get my first Brazilian Wax. This definitely falls into the category of limit stretching for me. Truth be told, I secretly wanted to get one but would never have done so on my own.  Master is oh so good at zeroing in on this sort of thing, knowing just when to provide just the right opportunities.

All day long, with the appointment looming, I kept trying to come up with ways to get out of it. I was nervous about how much pain I'd have to endure, my modesty as a stranger who didn't even attend Med School approached my most private parts dripping hot wax, and the unknowns of just what happens during the waxing process. I wondered if the place would be clean and tidy? What would I talk to the technician about? Would we even talk at all? What if somebody I know sees me there? It didn't help that Master kept texting me inappropriate female on female images.

When we pulled up to the salon, I was wondering what people seeing me walking in would be thinking.  “Hey! She's getting all her hair waxed off!.”  Ok, so maybe I worry a bit much about what others think. 
 
My appointment was for a Full Brazilian (front to back with no landing strip).  So how was it?  Well it did hurt. Especially the area closest to my pussy lips.  I have been assured that next time it will hurt less (yes, I will do it again in a few weeks).  The technician had to tell me to be still at one point because I about came off the table.  The position with your legs bent and apart is a little humiliating.  However, I was surprised that I wasn’t more embarrassed having a complete stranger paste hot wax on and then remove it from my privates. And yes, the wax is hot! The most embarrassing part was when she did my backsides.  I had to lay on my stomach and reach behind to spread my ass cheeks for her.  I kept thinking about how much Master would enjoy seeing me in such a compromising position with another female!
 
As soon as it was over the pain was already a distant memory. And I was really glad I went through with it.  I had a new experience that pushed my limits, which always makes me feel strong.  And Master was very proud of me. When we got home Master performed his inspection and was quite happy with the results, commenting that you can't get those results with a razor. I was amazed myself at how smooth everything was.  Master really liked the new sensation of rubbing his cock up against my pussy and my ass without getting poked by stubble.

So if you have been thinking of getting a Brazilian Wax but keep putting it off, go for it! Brazilian Waxing receives the Master/sub seal of approval.