Monday, May 19, 2008

A Bit Tied Up At The Moment

Hello, it's SingleGlove again. If you’re wondering where pup has got to and thinking that I’ve had her in inescapable bondage for the past week or so (wishful thinking on my part!), worry not: her PC has suffered an attack of the gremlins and she's had to send it away to be repaired.

Sorry for the inconvenience, pup fans. Normal service, we hope, will be resumed ASAP. She's got a lot of new kinky activities to report on, so keep checking.

SingleGlove

PS Thanks for all your supportive comments about our previous posts. Much appreciated.

Sunday, May 11, 2008

Master Learns A Lesson

Hello, pup fans. My name is SingleGlove and I am fortunate enough to be the Master of a very sexy, intelligent submissive woman, whom I adore. I have been meaning to introduce Myself here for a while, but have somehow failed to get around to it – until now. It seems like an especially good time to make My debut on the t-p blog, because I have just learnt a salutary lesson about My relationship with her – one that I have no intention of repeating. This is an open confessional, if you will.

Allow Me to explain: I am a rubber fetishist who likes all things latex. When we met on a BDSM dating site (collarme.com), I noted that one of her few hard limits was hoods. she made it clear that she’d find it a real turn-off to see one on her partner, let alone be made to wear one. Now, I am quite fond of wearing My rubber hoods for various reasons. One of the main ones is that they increase My sense of dominance by a significant degree – for instance, it would allow Me to hand out more punishment than I would normally, because it’s somehow a different person wielding the crop - it’s no longer My face, therefore it’s no longer Me.

That’s all well and good – I had only ever worn My hoods on My own to excite Myself for masturbation purposes (confessional enough for ya? Just say if this is too much information). I had never introduced it to our play, knowing that she really wouldn’t appreciate it. However, pup recently came into possession of the cutest black latex dress (see a couple of posts ago for pix) and very much enjoyed being dommed by My rubber-clad self in it. After some extremely horny sessions (the urge to bend her over and take her from behind when she’s wearing it is irresistible, believe you me), I was soon wanting us to join Rubberpal.com as a couple, which would entail taking profile pictures of us together in our black shiny gear. To ensure My anonymity in the photos, it was agreed that I would wear My hood for this purpose. Well, when I say "agreed", I mean that pup didn’t voice any protest – as she would have been entitled to do. she’s My sub, not My slave, after all. she probably had reservations, but she had seen pix of me in it before and would therefore be able to tolerate Me in it for a short period – especially if she didn’t have to actually look at me.

Sadly, when it came to the big night, My domly cup ranneth over. After masking up and taking the pix (pup kneeling in front of Me with her back to the camera) I kept My hood on and pulled her head up roughly by its harness so that she could see My terrifying new face. With pure dominance pulsing through My veins I ordered her to get up, which was hard because she was monogloved. Then I shoved her in front of the mirror and said some things right in her ear that really scared her in growling tones that she’d never heard before.

Soon afterwards, I realised that I had pushed pup past her limit and that she was genuinely shaken by My metamorphosis from a caring Dom to something that looked and sounded far more sinister. It was just too much for her to take – she’d been feeling a little tired, hungry and out of sorts for much of the proceeding afternoon anyway. I took My mask off quickly and carried on with the scene, hoping that her forthcoming pleasures and pains would take her mind off the traumatic experience that I had selfishly handed out. It worked for a while and she focused on the sweet sensations of two vibrators and a butt plug, but later the tears that she had bravely held back earlier came flooding out and I was pretty sure what they were about (I’m not an insensitive bastard, as some of you subs out there might understandably be thinking!)

I stopped the scene and held her tight as she explained how upset she felt. Boy, did I feel guilty – and deservedly so – as we drifted off to sleep. When we awoke the following morning, we talked things over again. Limits are there for a reason and they should be respected. My personal raison d’ĂȘtre as a Dom is to make My pup enjoy her helplessness and submissiveness in bondage, chastisement and forced orgasms, not to scare the willies out of her! Lesson learnt.

SingleGlove

Wednesday, May 07, 2008

Fun, Fear and Forgiveness

i’m back!!

We had a great time away, Master and His pup. It was a wonderful few days filled with Domination, submission, hogties, restraint and humiliation, but not forgetting, pure vanilla fun.

The first test of my submission was an instruction to wear my leather harness and my old plain leather collar, known as my “day collar”. To be worn underneath my clothes along with my boots, but no panties allowed, for the journey to the hotel. He advised that i should wear a high-necked top to cover my collar. So all well and good with that, as i had just the roll-neck jumper in mind together with my short flared skirt which would also hide any signs of bulkiness from the harness’s many straps and buckles.

Having only been out once before without underwear, i knew it was going to be an exciting experience. Although luckily for me this time without the added worry of using public transport, as Master was to be my chauffeur. As He drove, He would occasionally smile at me knowingly with His hand on my thigh, pleased that i had dressed as He requested.

Further excitement grew within me when, after finding the hotel, we went out in search of somewhere to eat. As we walked along, the harness’s straps rubbed against my pussy, already rather aroused by not wearing any panties. So this increased my sense of vulnerability and made me feel a little humiliated too. He enjoyed it to the full and kept telling me how proud He was of me.

i think my luck was in full flow as the restaurant we picked was almost empty, with just another couple at a table behind us. Nevertheless, sitting there knowing what i was wearing (or even what i wasn’t) was a real test for me. After a short while i was almost able to forget my situation, until it was time to leave and the pussy rubbing straps began teasing me once again.

Needless to say, Master wasted no time in enjoying His pup back at the hotel with lots of teasing with vibes and butt plugs, cock rings and nipple clips. The following night, He wanted to experiment further by using lots of rope and chains to place me in what felt like a very secure hogtie. He ran chains around my waist, down to my crotch and then up my back to my collar.


Rope ran from my ankles up to my wrists, not forgetting the addition of the ball gag harness and nipple clips. my body felt so deliciously held by all of this apparel, before He tormented me with a few strokes of the crop, before inserting my vibe and butt plug simultaneously. So many sensations at once can only lead to one thing – pup was in subspace, floating away and coming for Her Master.

So this all sounds rather good and it certainly was. We returned home to spend another evening together. i have to say i was quite tired, felt a little unwell, but had an odd feeling of indecision and just a little low, couldn’t quite work myself out (and neither could Master). i think it was the come down from the intensity of the weekend. Master asked me if i was ok, He could tell His pup wasn’t herself and we snuggled close for a while.

During our close time, He reminded me that He would like us to “rubber up”, as He had mentioned before at the start of the weekend. It had been a while since we both had been rubber-clad together, but it was also so He could take some photos for a joint profile on a fetish website that He already belonged to. He said He would be wearing His latex hood which He had also talked about prior to this and was something i knew He owned.

Lying me face down on the bed in my rubber dress, adorned with the ball gag harness and monoglove, He then dressed in His rubber suit and pulled me up from the bed to lead me through to the other room to take some photos. He made me kneel in the middle of the floor, as i heard Him putting on His hood behind me. He set the camera’s self-timer before positioning Himself, standing over me, with my back facing it, so it looked like i was attending to His cock. He held the crop as well to add the effect that He was about to strike me.

After several shots, He was pleased with His work. The whole time He had been taking the photos, i had not looked up to see Him wearing the hood. i knew that i wouldn’t be able to, as hoods are a hard limit for me. i had seen a few photos of Master in His hood from what He had sent me, prior to meeting. This was to give me a taste of the things He enjoyed and i found myself able to look at them then. Because we hadn’t met, to me it was just an image of someone in a hood, nothing really any more than that.

But this felt very different. This was scary and i could feel myself panicking. What happened next seemed to happen in a flash, so i find it hard to recall the exact sequence of events, but it was something like this:

“Look at Me” He ordered, standing over me.

i looked down at the floor, not able to look up at Him.

“LOOK AT ME” He shouted this time.

i remember that i hesitated for what seemed like forever, before He grabbed hold of the top ring of my ball gag harness, forcing me to look up at Him. i could feel myself squirming, i wanted to physically run away at that very moment. i needed to hide from Him. i didn’t recognise who He was. To me, it wasn’t my Master, my protector, my guide. He was this anonymous and threatening figure.

“Get up” He said.

Somehow i did with the hindrance from the monoglove and He made me stand next to Him to look in the mirror.

i glanced at Him momentarily then looked down again, as i just couldn’t meet His eye. i wanted to be anywhere else but there. He seemed so domineering, especially as He was still wielding the crop. He seemed a completely different person to me and it freaked me out. It was like someone else had stepped into His shoes, not someone i knew and trusted. He came up real close, stared at me in the mirror and whispered in my ear, but i can’t remember what He said.

my body was shaking with fear and as i still looked away, He realised by my reactions that all was not good. He sent me to the bedroom and told me to lie face down on the bed. What followed was an attempt to calm me down, by giving me lots of pleasure with the aide of vibes and butt plug to bring me to climax, before ending the scene by holding me so very tight in His arms.

As He held me and asked if i was ok, my emotions gave way to floods of tears from the intensity of the hood experience and He held me even tighter, telling me how sorry He was. He said He never wanted me to feel fear, any fear with Him. He would never wear the hood again, would even throw it away if that’s what was best. He asked me to forgive Him, He felt very remorseful and i knew He meant it. i knew I would forgive Him, but at the same time, the whole situation had made me feel a little bit distant from Him, in those moments just before we slept – it was pretty late. i had so many thoughts going round in my head that i wanted to share and we managed to have a really good talk the following morning.

Not the ending that we wanted from what was a fabulous weekend. i am keeping hold of the happy and fun times in my mind. i knew i would write about our weekend together (i shouldn't have teased) but Master asked me to also include this experience, so that we can acknowledge it and work through it. i knew i needed to get my thoughts down too. In time, i will write more on this but what i have written is what i want to share, for now.

Master mooted before this, when He began to read my blog and after my collaring, that He would like to contribute to my blog at some point. So it seems the right time, albeit rather poignant, that the next post will be His introduction and His side of the story.

Friday, May 02, 2008

Playing Away

Yes you did read that right...

Master is taking His pup away for a couple of nights at the weekend... which means lots of play, training and together-time ahead and i can't wait!!

On my return, i hope to have a few tales of debauchery to write about.

Ooh... am i teasing you?

Thursday, May 01, 2008

Craving Control

Master returned to see His pup early Sunday morning and He was very much in control. That’s not to say He isn't normally, but maybe it was because He had been away, the short time apart had made Him even more Domly with His submissive. Of course His first action was ensuring the lock was placed back on my collar, which i was already wearing from my nights sleep. For those who haven’t read me before, whilst He was away, He told me not to lock my collar in case i mislaid the spare key (He keeps one on His key chain).

So i noticed a change in Him. The way He spoke - telling me how He will train me further in order to please Him more, what He expects of me, what i will be doing for Him. That my pussy, ass and mouth are property that belong to Him – and He can fill them however and whenever He wishes. How much He wants to keep me in a cage, bound to the bars on all fours, accessible for Him to take me in any of my holes. He also told me if i want to pleasure myself from now on, i must text to ask for permission first. He said that He would never want to deny me pleasure, except in the case of punishment, but now i have to ask for it.

There was also a physical change, more specifically how He used the crop on me. It was just that little more forceful. Although part of it was a punishment, as i hadn't acted immediately on His earlier orders. He used His belt too this time, because i had motioned how much i would like to feel it. i knew it would humiliate me further, even the mere sight of the leather strap wrapped around His hand, so He didn’t want to miss out on that opportunity. It certainly did humiliate and somehow made me feel a deeper level of submission too. At the same time, it seemed to take Him further into His Domly ways. So it creates a win-win situation.

Then there are those little moments that make me smile. As i lay spread-eagled and tied to the bed, He teased me by tickling under my arms (which He knows is a very sensitive area). i couldn't stop Him but managed to move my head to gently bite His hand. Bemused, He smiled (and half-giggled I think) and said "Is My puppy biting? I think I'll have to get her a muzzle. Imagine that, a muzzle…” He seemed to be quite serious. It certainly shut me up, but at the same time amused me, and i couldn't stop beaming back at Him.

Within that same moment in time, i was wearing my leather harness and He had applied the nipple clips, running their connecting chain through my collar’s D-ring (a favourite thing for Him to do). He noticed that a harness strap was pressing on top of my nipple clip and with a concerned look, He asked “Is that hurting you?” Looking down to see what He meant, i shook my head as it wasn’t. “Why not?!” He replied sarcastically, which made me smile again. It’s the small things He says that draw me closer to Him.

As i mentioned in my earlier post one of His instructions, whilst He was away, was to write a post and include photos of my new rubber dress. He read my posts (i wrote 3) and told me He was very pleased. He said what i had written was very touching and He loved the latest photos of His rubber pup. He also got to see the additional images that i took just for Him (shame huh?). He was even more pleased, as well as feeling very horny, so it was time for Him to take control of His slut puppy once more. There was nothing more she wanted but to please Him and feel her submission deepen.

i can feel it growing each time we are together and i know i don’t want it to stop. i feel i am just the beginning of a journey. i am running with it and eager to see where it’s taking me.

Right now, i crave His touch, His voice, His body, His Dominance.