The weekend – 091213, Mistress’ outing.

Dear bloggery,

Once again, it’s been such a long time since i’ve written you, but there’s something i must tell you.

i’ve spent a little time with Mistress this weekend & into the week, as i’m on holidays.  We’ve been having our usual type of fun.  We’ve cooked plenty of sumptuous meals, watched lots of terrific movies, and have spent quite some time worshipping.  I truly enjoy being my Mistress’ property.

But, the other day, Mistress said that She had to go out for a few hours.  Said She was meeting up with some ladies for a get-together.  About mid afternoon, She said that she wanted a rest before heading out & commanded me to keep Her company in bed.  i obediently stripped off my clothes, & took my place besides Her.  i do have a “standing order” from Mistress to present Her (my) cock in an erect state, but since She wanted some rest, i showed Mistress the nice knickers i was wearing, & joined Her in bed,

Soon after that, we both nodded off to sleep.  i don’t remember what i dreamt while sleeping, but i do remember what i found when i awoke.  It was 8:30 as i turned over & felt something over my legs.  i thought that Mistress’ cat had joined us.  When i looked over, Mistress had left.  When i looked down, the cat wasn’t there…  i looked under the sheets to see that Mistress had tied one of Her bondage ropes securely around my foot!  i got out of bed to find that Mistress had left for Her “girls’ night” & had left me tethered to the bed!!!  How delicious is that, Bloggery???

It’s hard to describe how i felt.  i felt like Mistress’ property.  i felt bound to a beautiful Mistress.  i was helpless to resist Her, & unwilling to.  i felt used for Her pleasure.  i felt incredibly hot & horny!!!  i was simply happy.

The bedside lamp was going, & underneath it was my phone.  This was a command from Mistress; i just knew it.  I sent Her a quick SMS;
“Yes Mistress.  i promise to be Your loving slut”
With that, i lay back on the bed & waited for Mistress’ return.

It was about an hour & a half later that She opened the door to the bedroom.  We both beamed at each other.  i was so, SO happy to see Her again.  She came over & gave me a hug, them said;
“You have been such a lovely slut.  you’ll be rewarded later tonight.  Now, let me untie you so that you can get me my drink.”

We spent some more time together so that i could worship Mistress’ feet.  Later that evening, Mistress commanded me to bed once more.  Once we were both in bed, i obeyed my standing order & presented myself to Her.  She was most pleased to see just how much of a slut i am.  i told Her that Her cock was so incredibly hard when i was tied up, and how i was so pleased to be there serving Her pleasure whilst She was out.
“Were you, you cheeky little slut?”, She said.
“Yes Mistress.  We adored being Your property.  It was like i was obeying Your command without You giving it, but i fully understood what You wanted of me.”
“In that case, roll onto your tummy, and show me that slut’s arse of mine.”

Then, without a word, Mistress used Her cane across my arse.  i started to wince as She gave me a 6th stripe.
“You know that you belong to me & you are my sex toy?” She whispered
“Yes Mistress.  i only want to please You.”
“Oh, you please me very, very much.  But you are such a dirty slut.  Now, give me my cock.  Having you here waiting for me has made me horny & I want you to serve me.”
“Yes Mistress.”

With my new command, i gently fucked my Mistress.  As i had not been given permission, i did not cum for Mistress.  She could sense how intense my needs were, while i knew how pleased She was that i obeyed Her desires.

Bloggery, i remained faithful to Mistress’ charge, but fell to sleep before i could give Her this message.

i love You, Mistress
xxxx

Special guest blogger – Ms Nicky

Dear bloggery,

A lovely friend of mine, Ms Nicky, has been reading the blogs of Mistress & myself for quite some time.  She’s expressed an interest in BDSM, but has never had the chance to play.  This weekend though, she was invited by a Master to meet His sub.  She was so excited after her play, that I had to give her a special guest blogger appearance.

So, without any further ado, here’s Ms Nicky’s first story. 

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A LONG TIME COMING

He had been trying to talk me into it for quite a while and for some ungodly reason I agreed. His relatively inexperienced subbie needed to be taught some lessons and I was enlisted to show her just how low down the totem pole she really was and how hard she had to work to be worthy of Him. I was damned scared – yes I had been with a woman before but at the time I had my own protector, albeit my friend who was trying to broaden my horizons. This time I was with a man who I had not had sex with but craved to bend me to His will – no bloody way.

We had our battle of wills for six months. He sent me pictures of his little slave all biddable and not quite so innocent but He wanted her to do things she was not quite sure of, only because He wanted them done and she knew she was no good. she could not be any good because her church had told her so, the priest telling her that she was damned for eternity because of her blonde prettiness and voluptuous body. He and I had talked about me joining her but I had my reservations. He asked and I said no – time and time again.

One night I was feeling particularly aroused after watching some porn and he sent me a sms suggesting we catch up. All three of us, and heaven help me I said yes.

So there I was last Sunday in a hotel room asking myself how in hell’s name I was there – skirt, button-up blouse, knickers and no bra (I was positive when I walked into the Reception area that everyone knew what I was not wearing and what I was about to do. I had been given strict instructions on what to wear and how to behave. “No talking to her” he said. “Only speak when I ask you a question”. I had said that I wanted to be pandered to, it was to be all me, me, me. I am not usually that selfish but I was not comfortable with the scenario and thought if I made it all about me then perhaps He would change His mind. I am not normally that stupid as to think that I could get a Dom to change His mind but at the back of my tiny brain there was the hope of keeping some semblance of control.

He met me in the hotel lobby, took me upstairs and reminded me that I was to only talk when He asked me a question, He opened the door and led me in and there she was, sitting on the bed naked, staring straight ahead at the television (obviously left on to keep her calm before I was brought into the room). He said “Ms Nicky this is blonde jezebel, blonde jezebel this is Ms Nicky” then proceeded to instruct her to undress me. I stood there whilst He told blonde jezebel to kiss me then again and again, then He asked me if she was any good. Knowing better than to speak I turned my head from side to side signifying that she could do better so He gently pointed out with slaps and nips that she needed to do much better. She tried again and was improved the second time by Him putting His fingers inside her and pressing up against her clitoris. As she moaned she was pushed down onto her knees and instructed to lick me. Being a sucker for a tongue inside me I in turn began to moan and she continued to lick me both inside and out as he directed. When she stood and started suckling my breasts I found that I had to hold onto the wall to keep my balance. I was allowed to hold onto her shoulders as my legs began to weaken and as I was ready to open my mouth and say something He told her to stop and take me to the bathroom where we proceeded to wash each other under the shower.

I cheated though. Knowing that He wanted to direct matters I did not speak and He continued to tell both blonde jezebel and I what to do but when He stepped out to have a sip of his drink I began to fondle her and bring her to the brink with my fingers. I had previously been warned that when she orgasmed that she passed out momentarily so was very careful not to let her come. Turning her back towards me when I was washing her with the bar of soap I held her against me and soaped her breasts and she started making a mewling sound and He came back into the room had to pinch her to make her stop.

After drying each other off and Him fingering blonde jezebel thoroughly we went back to the bed and as told I lay down near the edge with my legs widely parted. For the next half an hour I was indulged with her incredibly hot tongue licking me, teeth nibbling at my lips and fingers sliding in and out of me. All of a sudden she was pushing a dildo into me and distracting me with her mouth but I realised she was having problems as while she was indulging me, He had pushed a plug into her and instructed her not to let it out. It was quite interesting how as she grimaced her mouth around my clitoris did the most wonderful things.

In my greed at having someone licking me out I did not pay heed to her cries of distress at first and then realised I was there not to be totally indulged but for her to learn from her (not sure if he would be termed Master) better. He of course had not forgotten and was showing blonde jezebel what a good subbie should do and disciplining her accordingly.

He stepped out onto the balcony for a cigarette and when He was out of the room I (wordlessly of course) pulled blonde jezebel up and started mouthing her nipples. She shuddered so hard that I thought she was going to come but controlled herself as she had been told not to come unless she was told she could. I don’t orgasm easily and I felt so sorry for her the way she did because when she was almost at the brink I stopped playing with her and let her body recover. Time and time again this happened and when I heard his voice telling me to make her come and giving her permission to do so I rolled her onto her back and began to lick her in turn. The sight of this gorgeous 26yo blonde in the throes of orgasm was something to behold. She lay there still and I remembered what He had said about blonde jezebel “passing out” after orgasming and started feeling quite guilty but when she had recovered he told me to lick “His” cunt, make it come and then stopped me just before she came. I lost count of the times I brought her to the brink and then stopped after she started begging Him to let “His” cunt come.

Somehow I don’t think I was much use to Him in His lessons but the way she waited for the sound of His voice, for the thrust of His fingers inside His cunt and for Him to kiss her made me realise that I was very much the outsider. For two hours we licked, finger fucked and sucked each other. He let blonde jezebel come four times only. I did not let Him know that as much as I enjoyed the afternoon I was not satisfied because I could not bear to see her punished when I did not come. Oh yes I masturbated whilst she fucked me with a dildo but my orgasm came from my own fingers with me thinking about a cock inside of me.

Quite abruptly He whispered in my ear that it was time for me to get dressed and as previously instructed I dressed, He walked me to the lobby once more and said that He thought we could do this time after time…

The week – 091125, A slut’s freedom II.

Dear Bloggery,

i had a lovely night obeying my Mistress last night, while remembering how i service Her.  Tonight though, it’s time for a fantasy.

Imagine a plush motel room.  Tall ceilings & windows.  Spa & separate bedroom.  King size bed & room service.  Mistress has rented this room for the day to hold a Leather-ware party.  She’s invited some of Her prospective customers along to try out some of Her floggers.  i’m tied to the bed, face down & blindfolded.  While Mistress is in the main room, entertaining clients, answering questions & taking orders, a sub owned by one of Mistress’ friends, Kay, kneels beside the bed naked.  Kay’s there to make sure i take in enough water, and to cuddle me between test runs.

For hours, i’m drifting in & out of sub space while Mistress’ & Masters try out my Mistress’ floggers.  i feel the thumps & whacks of the floggers up & down my back, & over my bum.  Kay is wonderful.  She releases me from my bonds every now & then, gives me something to drink, and gives me a cuddle.  As i am still under my Mistress’ control, my collar, wrist & ankle cuffs, and blindfold never come off.  All too soon though, the need to obey my Mistress returns as another client enters the room to try out another leather flogger.

After 3 or 4 hours, the testing seems to have stopped for quite a while.  I hear the door open, and Mistress speaks;
“Well, my darling little sluts, I now have orders to make 10 new floggers.  Everyone was most pleased with the toys they tried out.  Including the two of you.  As a reward for your obedience, you both get 10 stripes from My cane.  One for each order…”

i’m still tied to the bed as Mistress starts on Kay’s arse.  Kay is getting quite audible by her 6th strike from the cane.  After her 10th stripe, i hear Mistress say;
“Now that was lovely, Kay.  Come to me & let me cuddle you.”
“Yes Mistress”, says Kay.
“You were very good to my darling slut.  Thank you for taking good care of him.”  With that, i hear Mistress giving Kay a sweet, sweet kiss.

“Now, my darling slut, it’s your turn”
“Yes Mistress”, i reply.
“You should see your back!  It’s beautiful!”
“Are You happy with Your slut, Mistress?”, i ask.
“Oh, I am.  But let me see that sexy slut’s arse of Mine.”
And with that, Mistress starts caning my arse.  i’ve been struck so many times by now that i hardly flinch.  But i know by Mistress’ giggles that i’m being well marked, and that She’s pleased with me.

“I’ve been working too hard today”, says Mistress.  “I’ve been listening to you two in here, and haven’t had quite enough pleasure.  I need a good service now.  Kay, release my slut for my, then come back here.”

When i get to remove my blindfold, Mistress is sitting on the bed, wearing a very sexy leather outfit.  Kay is sitting Her knees, getting a cuddle & a very sweet kiss from Mistress.  i know that Kay will love the taste of Mistress, just as i do.

Mistress orders Kay to make Her (my) cock nice & hard.  Kay fondles Mistress’ cock with her hands, lips & tongue, until it’s just right for Mistress to play with.  But instead of Mistress mounting Her cock for Her service, she straddles my face and says;
“Now worship the pussy that owns you, slut.”
“Yes Mistress.”
“Kay, you can sit on my cock.”

What’s this?  Mistress is allowing someone to play with Her toy???  I stop for a quick breath and a moment to take in that last command, when Mistress orders me to continue licking.  i do as i’m told, and resume worshipping my Mistress’ pussy with my tongue.  Every now & then, I manage to see my Mistress fondling Kay, & kissing her passionately, while She’s being the center of the attention of two eager sluts.

All i want to do is to please my Mistress & make Her happy.  The thought of Her being served by two subs is a very erotic one, and one that helps me obey my command this week.

i love you Mistress.
xxxx

The week – 091124, A slut’s freedom I.

Dear Bloggery,

It’s been a long time since I’ve written you.  But i’ve got some lovely thoughts to put down, so here i am.

Mistress came to visit me this past weekend.  The hot weather from the week turned to rain, so we were inside most of the weekend.  i took the opportunity to show Mistress just how beautiful Her slut is by parading around naked.  But it was after a hard week, so Mistress did not command me to service Her, but i was ordered to worship Her a few times.  The weekend ended with us going to Mistress’ home, where i was caned a little, and commanded to service Her.

On Monday morning, as i was leaving for work, Mistress said;
“I’m going to miss having my slut with me.”
“But i will still have Your (my) sperm, Mistress.”, i replied.
“That’s right.  I didn’t let you cum this weekend, did I slut?”
“No Mistress, You didn’t.”
“In that case, you must play with My lovely cock until you cum.  Is that understood slut?”
“Yes Mistress.”

Mistress’ commands were that i was to play with Her cock until i spurted Her cum, and to tell Her what i was thinking of when i was playing.  i promised to obey Her, & write my thoughts on my blog. 

Tonight, i remembered one of Mistress’ most favorite ways to be serviced.  She loves feeling Her slut fucking Her while She’s lying down on Her tummy.  i love it too.  Mistress commands me to fuck Her hard when i’m behind Her, & when She can feel that i’m about to cum, She tells me to cum on Her back.  i always try my hardest to hold back, but She’s so beautiful & sexy, i can’t stop myself & barely manage to be an obedient slut by spurting Her cum on Her back.  Before i have a chance to collapse besides Her, Mistress commands me to clean up my mess by licking up Her cum.

i remember just how sexy Mistress looks while i’m fucking Her.  Her skin is so lovely & exciting to touch.  i can feel the back of her legs as Her (my) balls sweep by, and Her sweet arse as i pound Her cock deep inside Her.  And finally, i love licking Mistress’ cum from Her body.

Back at home, it wasn’t long until i felt myself starting to cum.  As i started to spasm, i remembered the most enjoyable element of serving Mistress in this way; how much She adores Her slut, & how wonderful i feel when i am pleasing my beautiful Mistress.

i love you Mistress.
xxxx

The week – 091105, Remember remember the 5th of November.

Dear Bloggery,

It’s been an awful long time since I’ve written you.  I’ve chatted to some lovely friends who have been missing my notes here.  Some have been asking for more pics, others for some hot stories.  Unfortunately, neither of those are available.  So I thought I’d just jot down a little note.

Mistress & i have been flat out lately.  Haven’t even have been out to the club.

i have been riding my bike a lot more.  Been riding most of the way to work lately.  Also noticed a very interesting thing when I used the shower at work the 1st time…  There’s a few guys who ride their road bikes in, or use the gym before work.  You can tell which ones are the road bike riders – they’re the ones with the shaved legs.  i, on the other hand, am a mountain biking slut…  i have hairy legs…  and a waxed chest…  Mistress seemed to like the irony in that.

i found a great MTB movie the other week.  It’s called Klunkerz.  It’s all about the evolution of mountain biking in Marin county, California.  After i had watched it about 5 times, i showed it to Mistress.  Within seconds of the movie starting, everything just seemed to fall into place.  The whole “sport” was started by a bunch of hippies who were fed up with road cycling, & wanted to race their bikes down Mount Tamalpias for a bag of dope.  That, & just wanting to goof around.  Now Mistress knows why i own the bikes i do, & why i seem to enjoy MTBs so much.  If there’s anyone out there who likes MTBs, of sports docos, i would recommend that movie to them.

Well, that’s about the size of it all, bloggery.  While there’s still a little of Nov 5 around, i’m heading off to watch V for Vendetta… 

Oh!  i almost forgot.  i’m still owned by a beautiful Mistress.  She treats me just as i deserve to be treated.
i love you Mistress.
xxxx

090919, The weekend starts – Mi casa de la pequeña puta sucia es su casa de la pequeña puta sucia.

Dear bloggery,

i’m planning some work at “de la casa de la puta”, so i had to start the weekend without serving Mistress.  By mid morning though, Mistress had sent me a note;
“Good morning my darling slut.  How is your day?”
To which i replied;
“Good morning Mistress.  My day has been good.  i’ve been working hard.  Have much     more to get done.  Need to be a clean slut for You.  Wish You were here while i’m naked.  What’s Your plan for today?  i love You.  xxxx”
“I plan to come over later & use My slut’s naked body for My pleasure”
“Great plan!  Simple & to my point.  Should i be naked all day in anticipation?”
“Yes slut”
“i’m now in total anticipation.  Don’t know how i’m going to carry my phone though.”
It was a little cold at home, so i put on some socks.  i’m sure that Mistress won’t mind; She likes cute sluts with white cotton socks…  But don’t tell Her.  OK?  But, if you do say something to Mistress, let Her know that i also “got in” some training while i was working…

But, i was a very good slut, & remained naked all day.  And, if you did not know, Mistress has given me the task to train myself to be taken by Her more readily.  i do so love Mistress fucking my arse, so She’s commanded me to exercise it with butt plugs.  And I did sort out some jobs at home with one deep inside me… 

Mistress was so impressed with Her slut when She arrived that evening, She had to bend me over & discipline me.  What i didn’t know was that She had brought along a willow switch that She had found.  The other thing i didn’t know is that there’s very little “warm-up” with a switch.  After a few sharp wraps, i found out though.  When Mistress was satisfied that i had been rewarded enough, She commanded me to lie down.  She then presented Herself to me, & commanded me to kiss Her.
“Kiss my pussy, you slut!  you know that you belong to My pussy, don’t you?  So show Me the respect that My pussy deserves.”  i tenderly kissed Mistress’ pussy.  She was still clothed at that time, but it was still sweet to be serving Her so lovingly.

We were going to head off to the BDSM club, so after some respect, I got dressed, & we headed out.  When we got to the club, Mistress collared me, & attached my leash.  We took a walk around the club until we ended up waiting to use the St Andrew’s cross.  There was a couple using it.  Mistress passed the time having me rub Her feet until they were finished.  Mistress strapped me into the cross.  i was looking forward to being strapped with my own wrist cuffs, but there were some already tied to the cross.

Mistress got out Her big flogger & started working across my shoulders & back.  She worked me up until i could take a few heavy hits with the flogger.  Before i knew it, i was drifting off into sub-space.  i could still feel Mistress’ strikes, but my head was swimming.  At one point, Mistress gave me quite a few heavy hits that made me flinch.  Mistress came up to me & whispered in my ear;
“Suck it up, you pussy.”

Shortly after that, Mistress wound me down & released me from the cross.  i had to sit down to get dressed again, then managed to stagger downstairs.  i was still a little wobbly when we got downstairs.  Mistress had me sit down while we chatted to the club organiser.  He disappeared for a few minutes, then returned with a smile on his face.  Seems he got permission to be flogged by Mistress.  Back upstairs we all went.

Mistress tied up Her slut for a night to the cross.  Mistress started laying into him with Her flogger.  It was good to see Mistress having fun.  i also like the way She used Her floggers.  She’s got an excellent technique.  Some people can hit things; some people can’t.  It was so sweet watching Mistress enjoy Herself with a subby.  i love Her so much.

It wasn’t too long until Mistress got out the heavy flogger, & Her stand-in sub started to flinch.  She released him from his bonds.  he then got down on his knees & kissed Mistress’ shoes.  We all went downstairs to relax a little.

Some of Mistress’ floggers & crops were on display.  A few people looked interested, but not interested enough to buy, so we left for home.

On Sunday, Mistress ordered me to slut around, so i just got around the house naked; always suits me fine.  Later in the day though, Mistress wanted more.  She ordered me to lie down, while She got the willow switch.  Mistress got to work on my arse straight away.  Within minutes, Mistress had me yelping.  She was giggling as i drifted off into sub-space.  That didn’t stop Her in the slightest, as She continued to give me a thorough whipping.  Bloggery, that really WAS a whipping.  Mistress cuddled me as i came down.

While i was still groggy, Mistress stood me up, & dressed me in one of Her rope harnesses.  Mistress knew what would happen.  Once more, i drifted off into sub-space.  We only played with the rope for about an hour, but i was still spaced out for about 2 hours!

We went back to Mistress’ home for a lovely meal, and some time to relax & tell Mistress….

i love You
xxxx

090914 – Not a weekend either, A silly crash.

Managed to pull a sickie yesterday.  Not my usual trick, but a nice trick none-the-less.  As it was a lovely day, I checked out the brakes on the Fisher, made a few adjustments to stop them from squeaking, & went out for a ride.

I wasn’t even a kilometer from home when I fell off the bike, & into a big heap on the ground.  I had just gotten onto the bike path, & getting into my stride, when I powered into a nice mono.  When I say nice, that was just a momentary thing.  I felt myself over-balance as I started to go over the back wheel.  To recover from such an event, I usually stop pedalling, take my feet from the pedals, jump off the seat, then start running behind the bike while I’ve got a death-grip on the bars, & my feet are slapping/stomping the path.  That’s what usually happens.

This time though, my shoes were clipped into the pedals.  So there was a moment of panick just in the instant between realising that I was going over & when I realised that me feet were stuck to the pedals.  I did manage to get one foot off the bike & onto the ground.  That’s when I fell over.  Luckily my other foot was still attached to the bike, so I was able to make a quick getaway before any laughter was heard.

I do think I have a healthy attitude to crashing cars, bikes & pushies; as long as you can walk away, crashing is a great way to cheat death.  Being hospitalised or worse is not good.  I guess I’ve been very, very lucky so far.  I’ve managed to put over 1/4 Million (street) kilometers on motorcycles, and have only come away with 1 written off bike, a scuffed up jacket (that I still miss to this day), & a tiny piece of gravel rash.  It’s a risky pastime, but when you do the calculations, the odds can come up in your favour.

The damage in yesterday’s crash?  A slightly skinned knee & 1 fucked up shoe.  That pisses me off.  I can’t tell how far my shoe was dragged along the path (asphalt), but would think that it was no more than 2 meters.  The asphalt managed to wear away enough out of the side of the shoe to uncover my sock, & then wore a hole in the sock as well!  That’s $150 unwisely spent…  Fucking grrrrrrr…

I did manage to complete my ride though.  It was a great day & a great ride.  Said “Hello” to all of the pedestrians & cyclists on the path, saw some interesting sights, went somewhere I hadn’t been to before, & had something exciting between my legs for an hour.

Lovely.

Not the weekend – 090908, more shit than a bear’s arse!

I read a story in the newspaper published by our Public Transport company which has really pissed me off.  It seems that tourists are shitting on Uluru after climbing it.  I don’t use this blog for complaining or bitching, but I have to say something about this ( to those of you who are listening to your media players, turn up the sound now).

FUCKING INCONSIDERATE, DISGUSTING, FOUL FUCKING CUNTS!!!!  How could anyone do something like that?  I was taught to respect others & property that doesn’t belong to me, so this has got me beat.  I understand that it’s being done after a long climb, but it’s not right.

For those of you outside of Australia who haven’t seen Evil Angels (which I haven’t either, but I won’t go there), Uluru is also known as Ayres Rock.  It’s a National, natural monument, & sacred to the Aboriginal people.  It also changes colour due to conditions inside & outside of the rock.  Check out this link for more details.

On that more peaceful note, I’ll go to my next post.

Not the weekend 2 – 090908, re-aquaintances & the rain

It’s been raining tonight, & I’m still on the Scwhinn.  I never really minded riding bikes in the wet, but riding tonight reminded me of some interesting points that I learned many years ago.

Interesting point #1 – Even though I use slick tyres on my bikes that have groovless treads, they still seem to throw up quite a lot of water.  I know this because I don’t have mudguards fitted, & the water splashes up into my face.  This leads me to…

Interesting point #2 – My beard seems to hold quite a lot of water.  I’ve always known this, but it’s something I think of while I’m splashing about.

Interesting point #3 – This is just as much an interesting question as it is an interesting point.  If my arse has a big crack in it, why does it hold more water than my beard?  This is similar to the interesting point I found when riding the old Kwaka ZZR in the wet.  If I rode long enough, I could end up with a puddle of water sitting around my balls.  Now, because the seat blended up into the back of the fuel tank, I would sit up close to the tank in cold weather.  But when I would hot a bump, the water around my cods would be pumped up the crack of my arse, then be sucked back to my balls a second later.  A very interesting sensation!

Interesting point #4 – Once I can feel the water flowing back & forth inside my shoes, I know that I can’t get any wetter.  It’s actually a relief to feel that.  But it leads me to a new point.

Interesting point #4.5 – Spending $150 on Mountain Bike shoes doesn’t keep your feet any dryer than $45 leather runners.  Something I should have expected, but it’s still interesting.  It also leads me to the next IP.

Interesting point #5 – Paying $600 for glasses does not guarantee water resistance either.  As these are my 1st pair of glasses, I’ll let it slide.

Interesting point #6 – Mountain Bike wet weather gear is as water resistant as motorcycle wets.  This point never ceases to amaze me.  The silly thing is that we all still fall for that stupid trick, & accept it!

Interesting point #7 – The shower after a ride in the rain is magnificent!

Interesting point #8 – Disrobing after a ride in the rain is better than IP#7.  It might even be better than the 2nd part of IP#3.  There’s always the hope that someone is purvin at me while I’m stripping out of mt wet clothing.  And there’s always the It’s-my-home-&-I-can-walk-around-at-night-naked strut that goes with such an event.  Yep.  #8 is the best.

Interesting point #9 – The rim brakes on the Schwinn are crap in the dry, & diabolical in the wet.  There must be some good pads around somewhere.  But, then again, I have an excuse not to stop next time a pedestrian steps out in front of me.

Interesting point #10 – No matter how wet or how hot the weather is, no matter how light or heavy the traffic is, no matter how fast or slow I ride, it’s always stupendous to get something exciting between my legs!  And finally….

Interesting point #11 – The cops thought I’d be miserable without my licence…  Wrong, wrong, wrong.

Well, I’m having a good time on my pushie.  There is a plan to swap the ratio of train & bike travel whilst on the way to work.  But the Fisher will need some attention before that.  I’d better finish off this blogging, & get too it.

So, to all the bicyclists & motorcyclists reading this, keep the shiny side up. 

The weekend – 090906, floggers, crops & arses

Dear Bloggery,

i haven’t written you for a couple of weeks.  Unfortunately other things have conspired against me, & i couldn’t get to it.  But i’m here now.  i’ve written about tourists at Uluru, which i wasn’t very happy about.  i’ve also written about my latest ride, which i enjoyed.  But this is about my beautiful Mistress.  i’ll relish this, so here we go.

It’s been a wonderful weekend yet again.  Mistress had to fill out an order for a couple of floggers, so i helped Her out with some household tasks, some moral & business support.

i started on Saturday morning.  Mistress starting on Her whips, & asked me to help clean the kitchen.  i put on my skirt, then knelt at Her feet while Mistress put my collar around my neck.  It’s such a delight being Her property.

While i was still cleaning up, Mistress had fixed the tails of the 1st flogger to its handle.  It was the first time Mistress had made such a heavy flogger, & brought it out to show me.  She handed it to me, and asked me to see how it felt.  Most subs will slap their arms with a flogger to see what it feels like, but i’m a slut, & i was with my Mistress.  So, i dropped my skirt & knickers down to the floor, & assumed the position.  The last thing i saw was Mistress’ beaming smile just before i felt the flogger’s thump!  Hmmm…  It felt wonderful.  Mistress decided that She’d make one for us after She’d sold these 2.

A little while later, Mistress called me into the bedroom, where my clothes were all piled up.  She wasn’t too pleased with that, so She cropped my arse while I tidied up.  i felt the sting of Mistress’ crop a few more times that day.  i could be mistaken, but it seemed that my arse was being used as a reward for Mistress completing some part of a flogger.  But then again, what is a slut for?

There were a few more tasks that were requested of me, but Mistress had finished almost both floggers by about 5.  My next task was to make us some pizzas for dinner.  We nicked off down the street for some ingredients, & i cooked up a storm when we returned.  Mistress had finished both floggers by then, so we watched a Hitchcock movie while munching a great meal.

I was lucky to be commanded to serve Mistress a little later that night.  Mistress not allowed me to penetrate Her with Her (my) cock, She also demanded Her cum be spurted over Her.  Just to prove that my day hadn’t finished, Mistress told me to clean up the mess that i had made.

The next day was started by selling the floggers.  The buyers seemed to be very happy with their new toys.  Mistress was pleased about that.  It would make me feel good if i knew that something i had made pleased its new owner too, so i know how She felt.

We relaxed for the rest of the day, & went shopping.  i was looking for some shorts to ride my bike in, & Mistress was looking for more kitchen accessories.  We went home after that & watched some more of my American Chopper DVDs.  i don’t like Harleys, & i hate all the crap that goes on in those shows, but they do make some fuckin great bikes.  i like the way they turn ideas into reality.  Both Mistress & i hate their version of the English language though.  And they’re not very good mechanics either.

We finished off the night when Mistress commanded me to warm up the bed for Her.  When She came to bed, She ordered me to worship Her body.  Bloggery, Mistress does have a sweet body, & it is a pleasure to worship Her.  When Mistress had been appreciated enough, She commanded me to serve Her.  As i obeyed Her, She pinched my nipples.  When She was certain that She had my attention, She commanded me to fuck Her harder.  As i pounded Mistress, i held back as much as i could.  It was so, so difficult not to spurt Her cum.  When Mistress was good & ready, Mistress demanded Her cum.  i was relieved to come over Her as She desired.  After licking up all of the cum, Mistress & i collapsed, then fell to sleep.

On that note Bloggery, i must get going.  i have a task to complete for Mistress that i started when i began this blog.  So, i will leave you, & please my Mistress.

One more thing, Bloggery.  If Mistress should read this, please tell Her that i love Her deeply.
xxxx

BTW, Mistress doesn’t really have to pinch my nipples to get my attention; She can do it just because they’re Her nipples to play with.