Monday, January 31, 2011

Count On me

Last weekend resulted in receiving the 85 strokes i'd teased about to SG. But of course, it meant bondage and restraint for me first. So i had to strip down to nakedness, before the straitjacket encased my upper body with its leather straps. i do love the feel of how it wraps me up. Then SG deliberated over which hood He was going to use on me - i had no choice. He didn't want me to shout the place down either, so He chose the one with the detachable breather hose. It only has the one hole, so it's impossible to see through it. Scary, but strangely it makes me feel safe. Before the hood went on me, i watched Him clear the top of the dining table and replace the area with a cushion - and that only meant one thing.

He led me across the room and made me stop in front of the table. His hands pushed on my back to bend forward and i felt my chest and shoulders rest against the cushion. Then His foot kicked my ankles apart and He buckled a belt around each one to a table leg, ensuring my legs were spread wide. i was now completely at His mercy and my appointment with His cane had arrived.


Up until that point, i had never received more than about 30 cane strokes from SG, so i wondered how i would be able to get through half of them, let alone 85.

"Count them out loud and if you get any wrong, we'll go back to zero and start again." SG told me.

And so He began and He delivered firm, steady strokes to the middle of my bottom which i found fairly easy to cope with. It's when He moves a little lower or at an angle, that it gets a bit more ouchier. Of course, He didn't stay in one place and as He got to about 30, He paused to run His fingers across my pussy. i was already very wet by this point and His touch just made me melt. He then carried on with another 15 or so strokes, before teasing me again. It was sheer delight and torture at the same time, but i also had to remember the count. The cane's torment continued as He decided to quicken the pace and i almost lost track. Luckily i kept up and once again my pussy throbbed with His touch as His fingers moved deep inside me.

my bottom felt pinked and burned slightly and as i counted to 83, He stopped to take some photographs of His handiwork. He said He rather liked the 'tartan pattern':


After two more strokes, He unbuckled my ankles and removed my hood. He led me to the bedroom and pushed me onto my back. He teased my soaking pussy and He knew that i ached for Him to be inside me. Moments later, He was pounding into me, treating me like His puppy bitch. i rememember asking for permission to come a few times, as the caning had made me so aroused. The pleasure that radiated from my orgasms was so delicious. i lay exhausted in His arms, once He had released me from my bondage.

i am sure that SG has since mentioned He wants to try 100 strokes next time. So, i guess that means we're on the up!

Monday, January 24, 2011

Saturday, January 22, 2011

Stump Up The Strokes

'85... was a good year.

i had only more left of school, i'd experienced my first trip abroad (Holland), and i was madly in love with George Michael.

And now i have the number 85 fixed in my mind, because of what happened yesterday. i waited in for a plumber at SG's. Nothing unusual about that. It was hopefully to fix His noisy boiler. So, all good.

However, after an hour of tampering and tweaking, it had stumped the plumber, who couldn't remedy things.

What it did mean was to stump up £85 for not a lot of effort on his part, nor a happy ending for us.

i texted SG and broke the costly news to Him, who was quick to ask how much he had charged.

me: "Are You sitting down?"

SG: "Yep."

me: "Ready?"

SG: "Yep."

me: "You can give me this number of strokes." (don't ask me WHY i said this!)

SG: "Ok. ;-)"

me: "£85."

SG: "£85 would be fine, if he'd actually repaired it! Can you take 85 strokes?"

me: "There's only one way to find out..."

i guess it means that the effort and a happy (rear) ending may still be on the cards.

Wednesday, January 19, 2011

RIP PVC

Hmm, look what a naughty pup did to her PVC playsuit...


Well, it was sticking to my skin a bit. A request from SG to wear 'something shiny' underneath my clothes, when i visited Him. So i was only following orders, wasn't i? :-(

It got me a caning, while restrained in my leather harness. That reminds me, SG has the pics on His camera... will have to post pics next time. i have an ickle bruise on the side of my thigh (no pics of that).

In the meantime, be good out there!



Thursday, January 13, 2011

More Rubbery Goodness

Here's another couple of photos from our rubber session.

Before the leather mittens went on:



With mittens and chains (check out that shiny steel collar!):

Wednesday, January 05, 2011

It's Written In The Stars

From New Year's Eve:




Sunday, January 02, 2011

Say my Name

Welcome 2011!

Around 363 days of the year, when we are in private, SG calls me 'pup'.

The other two times, i'll hear Him say 'trinity pup'.

The funny thing is, it always makes me smile, and a feeling of warmth envelops me. Maybe it's because it's what i called myself before we met, so it feels as though He's saying my full name.

He called me the latter name, while we were having dinner on New Years Eve. And for added glow, He said it ever so quietly: 'I love you, trinity pup'.

His pup couldn't have been happier.