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Wednesday, September 1st, 2010

Protected: Blackie Is A Terrible Romantic

This weekend Blackie and I are celebrating a personal anniversary: the first time we made love.

If you think I’ve titled this post out of the age-old female complaint that men are not romantics, that they forget such things as anniversaries, au contraire!

Blackie remembers everything.

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Tuesday, August 24th, 2010

Protected: The Anticipation Of Presenting My Breasts

Soft, heavy & tender, I hold them in my hands, presenting them as instructed. My mind is in a similar situation…

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Friday, August 20th, 2010

Exploiting A Lingerie Obsession

Has she used the credit card without permission? Spent too much on her lingerie obsession?

Or has he simply not decided what she should wear yet, so she must wait, tied spread out like some giant paperdoll, for him to place various pieces on her until he finds just the right thing that fits his current mood…

Or maybe she’s just a prop, a pretty part of the clothing rack, waiting to serve and amuse her Mistress… The ideas are nearly endless, really.

But wait she does.

With nearly as many possibilities running through her mind as are in mine now.

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Tuesday, July 27th, 2010

Little Things Demean A Lot

Like being all dressed up for your dinner date and having to wait for your boyfriend, being stripped, bound and blindfolded, sitting accessible on display yet just waiting to be used can be quite maddening.

…It’s made terribly worse if you are waiting so and you can hear the movements and activities of others.

Life does indeed go on without you.

It drives home the point that you are nothing more than a toy, a diversion; that you have nothing better to do that just wait until he wishes to play with you.

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Wednesday, June 2nd, 2010

Impatience Vs. Anticipation: Lingerie

Over at A Slip of a Girl’s blog, another post on just whether the garters go over or under the panties. Not only do I completely agree with Slip in terms of what is the classic or appropriate placement of classic lingerie pieces, but my opinions are deeply rooted in eroticism.

Those posting their dissent do so in terms of discussing accessing panties — or beyond. They talk of ease, but they forget the tease.

Yes, removal of one’s panties is a much slower affair when they are bound by the elastic bars of garters; but what equals the deliciously

slow

process

of a woman releasing each garter, one by one,

slowly tugging her panties down over stockings and heels,

stepping neatly out of each panty leg –

Before she begins to once gain attach each garter to her stockings?

If a Master insists upon quick access, he simply orders no panties at all. But, if he wants to enjoy a teasing show, he’ll order the remove those panties under his appraising, admiring, and lingering gaze…

(Hey, it’s called lingerie because you’re supposed to linger, not rush!)

If you still need convincing, how about watching Sophia Loren strip tease in Yesterday, Today and Tomorrow

Let me tell you from experience, no matter how familiar you are with your lover, no matter how adept and experienced your fingers are, being ordered to strip out of your delicate dainties sends your fingertips — and more — to quivering.

So, the pornification of panties over the garter belt isn’t merely a pity as far as aesthetics go, but a damn shame in terms of anticipation.

All of this may seem contradictory to my slut-ish nature; but I assure you, I was a tease long before I was a submissive girl. I know whereof I speak.

Image via Flickr.

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Wednesday, May 26th, 2010

Keeping Me On My Toes

Still no word from Blackie. And now I’m afraid I’m not scoring any points with a phone Master B

I’m not responding promptly enough to messages and racking up what I fear will be one hell of a punishment on my ass. It’s not that I’m not trying — heaven knows I am! But the usual beginning of the work week at my consulting company and servicing a new phone Master is keeping me on my toes.

Even with my ample tits and ass, it feels like there’s just not enough of me to go around!

But there’s this voice in my ear…

Blackie’s voice (at least I’m hearing his voice somehow) and it’s reminding me that it doesn’t matter how difficult it all is: I’m here to serve — and promptly.

Failure shouldn’t be an option — though failure does provide opportunity for those I serve.

So I’m dancing as fast as I can, as fast as my shackles will let me.

Image credits: Photograph by Sofia Karla, found via S & M = Smoke & Mirrors.

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Tuesday, May 25th, 2010

Film Noir BDSM Photos

Photographer Frederic Fontenoy has an incredible style, fusing film noir, surrealism, a specific clarity, and, I believe, a certain wry humor. His photographs deliciously capture anticipation, leaving you wondering, wanting, worrying about what comes next. …I find myself holding my breath. (Link found via The Pump & Grind.)

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Monday, May 24th, 2010

Twisting In The Wind

Still no word from Blackie and I feel like I’m left twisting in the wind.

I desperately want to get back to this:

Do you think a gift would help? These Caged Mother-of-Pearl Cufflinks look like something Blackie would enjoy wearing…

Image credits: Nude, bound & hung in tree, via Public Disgrace; submissive female with Master, Belonging by David Samson.

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Sunday, May 23rd, 2010

Protected: Nervous Chatter

When I get nervous, I become a chatter-box. At least when it comes to my personal sex life.

In business, I’m stoic — bitchy, even. I realize the power of silence — my silence. And I use it to my advantage. But when it comes to the silence of a Master, I can’t seem to shut up. I want approval, to be reassured… I chatter to make sure no one’s forgotten about me.

So while I wait to hear from Blackie about this whole mess I’ve made, you can expect a lot of postings here at the blog.

So far all I know I know from Marc — and aside from his promise-threat, all I’ve heard it that they won’t be home until the middle of the week at the earliest. That leaves me with a lot of nervous chatter time.

Unless you’re going to make me shut up…

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PS Oh, and my rates increase on Monday; Member Masters always get discounts (and specials too).

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Thursday, May 20th, 2010

The Anticipation Of Being A Sore Loser

I’ve been sweating out Blackie & Marc’s reactions to my recent failure… I know they know. I sent my emailed confession, and they check the blog and my NF messages at least daily when they are away… But so far, they’re letting me stew in worry and anxiety.

In fact, they have not contacted me at all about their return date (last I heard, it could be any time between now and Monday night) and I’m supposed to pick them up at the airport.

Their silence is deafening.

Or at least it was.

Marc’s broken his stoic vow by sending me a link to this image and just four words: your Ass Is Mine.

He probably didn’t even have to say those four words, a picture being worth a thousand of them and all. But I suppose he didn’t want any ambiguity about which hole he’d be using.

So now the anxiety of the unknown has been replaced by the anxiety of knowing. At least as far as Marc goes; Blackie still has me suffering under his silence.

Intellectually I know that both are applying techniques to heighten my anticipation — but this knowledge does nothing to stem the fear. My throat gasps as if a hand was there choking, my breasts heave in response. And my asshole quivers in fear.

I hear people talking about how things never live up to their expectations, but this is one time where I don’t think I’ll be so lucky. Maybe it’s because I’m betting my ass, and my ass is always a sore loser.

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