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Lupercalia MMXII

So Master and I have been out of the scene for awhile, for a number of reasons, but like a drug we have been drawn back in.  As many times as I have tried to turn my back on this lifestyle it is deep insideofme. So we decided to attend a weekend kink event called Lupercalia. 

We arrived on Friday, after shopping, then we both went for massages and I got my hair straightened.  Of course I over packed and so once we found a parking spot under ground we needed a luggage cart to bring up my many bags of shoes and boots, our toy bag and our luggage of vanilla clothing and fetish wear.  Master told me to find a cart, while he organized what we would be taking up to our room.  I wandering into the area where the vendors for the event are setting up, and I am greeted by Terry, her Master Don and her brother Ken.  Big hugs all around, as we haven't seen each other for awhile and it was at Terry and Don's where my husband/master and I first met.  I didn't want to keep master waiting, so I needed to stay on task and find a cart, and it would seem that all the luggage carts were being used by the vendors to bring in all their wares, kinky toys and equipment.  I make my way back to the truck empty handed.  Master has all of our belongs out of the truck waiting for my return and it is obvious that we need a cart.  So Master decides to take on the mission and go in search of the needed cart.  He returns in 2 minutes, cart in hand.  The confused look on my face prompts an explanation, he ran into a vanilla friend, who isn't so vanilla, and is a vendor for the event.  She will also be doing face painting for the event which is so up my "let's play lil girl dress up" alley.

We finally make it to our room, unload a months worth of stuff for the weekend, we sit back and relax for a bit before making plans to meet up with some friends for dinner in the hotel pub.  After dinner we head back to our rooms, to don our togas for the Roman toga party and opening ceremonies.  I was hoping to order my toga from costumes.com, but time ran out and so we were left to wear the togas that I made a while back.  There were some amazing outfits, and ours didn't compare, but Master knows how I like to show off, so when the emcee called for the ladies to walk the stage, though I didn't think my toga was worthy, he directed me to go up and strut my stuff.  I was feeling self conscious, when one of the girls pulled out her tits and ran back and forth across the stage and I realized though that being on stage wasn't my thing I really had nothing to be insecure about. 

Once the commencement ceremony was over, the dungeon opened. Master and I slipped up stairs so I could once again change my outfit.  A black lacy teddy, a black and purple bra and panty set.  Covered in a long black over coat, we made our way down to the party, where we played publicly for the first time in forever.  We found a piece of equipment that looked like a padded work horse.  Master places a blindfold over my eyes then he then pulls my titties out of the confines of their bra, places clover clamps on my nipples and directs me to mount the bench.  He guides me to straddle the bench, with a my knees resting on either side, when I feel his hand on my back, pushing me forward.  My belly resting on board that I straddle, my breasts separated.  We play lightly that first night, go back to our room, to wake early the next morning for our kinky workshops.

The weekend was full of great workshops, put on by some amazing presenters; such as Advanced Master/slave Relationships: Breaking Free of Habitual Patterns, BDSM and the Law, What's Love got to do with Master/slave Relationships, Fisting and G-Spotting, Slutty Sex for Real Relationships, The Mind is a Wonderful Thing to Fuck, Bondage for the Bedroom to name a few.  It was a chance to learn, explore and push boundaries.  I got to see some old friends and though Beauty and Ann were not in attendance at the event, they did meet up with us for lunch, where we got a chance to catch up, share my wedding photos and discuss Ann's up coming wedding.  I also got a chance to spend some time with Suzy, who introduced Master and I and set us up on our first blind date. 

The second evening Master let me get a kinky balloon animal, I decided on a pink pussy with a bit of brown pubic hair and a pink penis.  We also got our pictures taken by a professional photographer that was on hand, unfortunately once we got home we discovered the disc that we got did not work.  Master placed me in a stand up cage, pulled out my tits and teased me while others around us played and passerbys stopped to watch.  I would post pictures, but cameras are not allowed in the dungeon. 

The last evening of the event Master decided to push me.  Blindfolded once again, bent over a padded spanking bench at the back of the room,  he starts with my favourite toy, a bamboo toy that puts me into a trance like state when he strikes in a ryhmatic stroke.  This toy has never hurt before, but Master gives me a few hard swats and make me realize that I am in for it.  I struggle against my restraints and my feet start to go crazy a sure sign that I am having a difficult time.  He doesn't let up, changing to a suede flogger and a leather paddle,  I hold my breath for each blow, making myself light headed, his finger reach down between my legs, rubbing my moist pussy, as a reward for taking what he had to give, but what was meant as a reward made me even angrier.  I usually love having my pussy played with, but knowing that there was more pain to come, it seemed like an invasion.  I wanted to scream out to stop, when he leaned over to check in with me, but I said nothing.  I could feel the tears welling up behind my blindfold despite the fact and I was trying everything not to cry.  I wanted to scream, but I didn't want to disrespect him, I tried hard to enjoy it, to think of the lovely marks that I would have on my ass, but nothing comforted me, I tried to harden myself to it, but that didn't work either. I did cry out with each blow and the flood gates broke, the tears started to flow and I started to mumble to please stop, I've had enough, he embraced me, removed my blindfold and was there for me.  Once my restraints were removed, I started to shiver, my teeth began to chatter, he wrapped my coat around me, and let me sit at his feet.  I wasn't angry, we talked, I cried and we laughed, I was exhausted.  He took me back to our room and I ran to the mirror to check out my ass.  The marks didn't reflect what I felt I had been through, it was red, slightly bruised, with some small welts but I felt like I should of had more evidence of the pain in felt, but still each mark was mine and I loved it. 

Valentine's Celebration

So about a week ago I came home from work and the house was clean, a bouquet of different variety of daisies were arranged in a crystal vase we received as an engagement gift, which sat atop of the dining room table.  Candles light set a romantic ambiance, as smells of supper filled the air.  A pink envelope that is leaning against the vase.   I read the sweet, words of a pre-Valentine Day card.  Master then told me to get out of my business suit and into something more comfortable; something that would be pleasing to him. 

Excitement and anticipation filled my thoughts as I selected a short, black, lacy teddy with a short, black satin robe.  I return to the kitchen and Master has me spin around to show my outfit to him,  he is pleased and asks me to sit.  He dishes out what he will allow me to eat and places it in front of me.  He then dishes out his own meal.  The long flowing sleeves of the robe are too much to eat in so he asks me to remove it.  Once I do he takes his first bite of his meal, my signal that I too can eat.  He is a wonderful cook. 

After dinner, he lead me to the bedroom, where he made sweet, passionate, love to me, then he fucked me good and hard.  As we basked in the afterglow of great orgasms, he props himself up on his side and says, "well we should get dressed".  "Dressed?" I ask, "What shall I wear?  Do I need a bra?"  "So many questions.  Dress comfortable.  Yes you need a bra and while your at it grab both of our swimsuits"  he replies.  He waits at the door holding three towels.  One himself and two for me, I like to wrap my hair up in a separate towel.  He knows his girl well. 

We spend the evening down at the public pool, swimming laps, then relaxing in the hot tub.  Some may see all he did as him not being very Dominant, I saw everything as acts of love from a man who knows how to take care of his girl.  How very blessed I am to have such a thoughtful man.  He tells me that we will be celebrating Valentine's Day on Saturday.  We are too meet up with some friends and he tells me that he will make our arrangements with them.  In everyday life I do not wear a collar and I change my necklaces and other jewelry depending on my outfit.  So Master tells me that he would like me to at some point in time before the weekend go to the mall and select sometime that will be a suitable collar.  "Costume or diamonds?" I inquire.  "You decide" he replies.  In the back of my head I can't see spending alot of money on something I will seldom wear, so something from Clairs will be perfect.  I select three different styles and can't make a decision so I buy all three, knowing Master will be able to decide what he likes best then the rest can go back.  Content with my purchases, I get ready to leave the mall.  The doors in which I came in by are of course right next to the jewelry store, so as men are crowding the counters looking for Valentine gifts for their sweet hearts I peak through them looking to see if there is anything appropriate.  Then I spot it; a small white gold, pad lock shaped pendant encrusted in small diamonds.  It would go perfectly with the white gold chain Master bought me awhile back I rationalize.  Of course I can't argue with my own logic so I end up buying it as well, knowing full well that if he doesn't like it, it can always go back.  After work that evening, he has me model each piece.  He selects one from Claires; the others are to go back and he lets me keep the diamonds as well. 

The Saturday before Valentine's Day we prepared breakfast together, then I gave him my Valentine's gift to him; a card and a nice shirt.  Then we sorted through our plethora of toys, rope and restraints.  We laid everything out on the livingroom floor, as porn played on the tv.  Sitting amongst all the toys at his feet, brought back alot of memories, many of these items had not been used in a very long time.  He kept me naked for most of the day, as he used me at his will.  My breasts were bound at one point, so perky and firm, I loved the feeling of the tightness.  When my nipples didn't have clamps on them, he attached suction cups to my boobs, making them feel even tighter than the bondage already did.  Amongst more than ten dildos he had me go to the fridge and take out the big cucumber from the bottom drawer and remove the plastic.  As I retrieved the big phallic vegetable he spread a blanket on the floor with some pillows.  He placed a condom on the cucumber, which now looked like a big green cock and told me to lay back.  He fucked me with the cuke, teased my nipples by pulling on the clamps all while commanding me to rub my favourite vibe over my clit.  I could feel my pussy clench around the cool, firm shaft, as my orgasm came in waves. 

He left me on the floor at his feet as he sat in his recliner.  I could feel myself drifting off to sleep, but just my eyes would grow heavy he would tap me with his foot to rouse me.  Once he stubbed out his cigarette, he asked if I was ready for a nap.  I nodded as he lead me to the bedroom.  "Do you need to pee first me girl?" he asked.  "Yes Sir"  I responded.  A twisted smile came across his face, as he told me to get into the bathtub.  Light headed from the intense session we just had, and shivering the cold hard tub, increases my need to pee.  "Go ahead" he urged as the warm, golden liquid streamed from my pussy lips, down my legs.  He then pulled out his cock and told me to spread myself for him, as he pissed all over my pussy, focusing on my swollen, sensitive clit.  Once he was done using me as his toilet.  We showered, then we found our way to our bed, where we drifted off to sleep.

He wakes me a few hours later and tells me it's time to wake up and that I need to get ready.  He is taking me out for dinner then we will be meeting up with a vanilla couple we are friends with.  I wear my hair down, my make up heavy as I know he likes and I get approval on my outfit before I get dressed.  We enjoy our meal then we meet up with our friends for a few drinks in their hotel room.  After a few beverages, somehow we decide that it would be a good idea to go to the strippers for the evening.  My girl friend and I proudly take our seats in pervert row as our husbands sit beside us and watch us complete to get the magnets from our favourite dancers by throwing loonies in funnelled posters.   We watch the last girl of the night, say good bye to our friends and then we head home in cab.  We may of drank a bit too much, because I remember Master tucking me into bed at around 3:00 a.m., but over all I think we had a great pre-Valentine's Day weekend. 

So I wasn't expecting much for actual Valentine's Day, as we had already celebrated it, but the city was having a Bonn fire, hot chocolate and fireworks, so we decided that we would go for dinner and then out the the event.  The weather was perfect, the hot chocolate was sweet, the fire kept us toasty warm and the fireworks were impressive.  We get home and I head to the bedroom to put on my pyjamas and on the bed I find a hot pink box from La Senza. Beside the box is the sweetest card.  I read the heart felt word in the card and then I open the box.   Inside wrapped in pink tissue paper is three sexy pairs of panties, two leopard print and one hot pink.  One of the leopard print ones have a criss crossed, corsetted detail in the back which I just love.  There is also a leopard print nightie, and the most gorgeous perfume; Body by Burberry.   A wonderful Valentine Day.  I do feel very loved. 

Series of naughty school girl pics I like

I love the pink plaid, the blindfold, and her innocent look.  The only thing I would change would be that bondage should leave a girl exposed and useable, rather than having her legs bound together. 

The start of a fantasy

Her Master decided they needed a weekend escape, he didn't give her many details, but he planted the seed a few days ago, giving little details to mull over, with each passing day.  He knew her well enough to know that in everyday life living a strict D/s life was a wonderful fantasy, but work and other obligations often get in the way.  From what he shared with her, this weekend would be full of rituals, structure and tasks, but what they were she did not yet know.  She didn't even know if they would be staying home or going somewhere.  He told her not to worry about what would or would not be needed, he would let her know in good time or take care of it himself. 

Each day that week, dragged by, with baited anticipation.  Each morning after her bath,  she would find herself in front of the computer, hair wrapped in a towel, her body wrapped in a cozy robe.  She use to always check facebook first, but she had started checking her hotmail in hopes of words from him, letting her know what he was thinking and planning. 

That morning her email opened with one new message.   She held her breath, hoping that it was something from him and sure enough it was.  In the message, his chosen words were to the point, clearly outlining his expectations, but at the same time they were sweet.  He made it clear that she was to dress for work, in a manner that she knew would please him, so that when she was to see him at the end of the day, she would know that he would be happy with the choices she made.  He would be inspecting her and though he didn't have any clear instructions, she knew somethings he would be looking for; smooth legs, painted toe nails, sexy bra and panties, make-up needed to be professional for work, but still pleasing to him, and same with the amount of cleavage.  She knew he liked seeing more than a bit of cleavage, so she would need to select a top that could be adjusted at the end of the day. 

The little extra effort she put in getting ready that morning was being noticed by co-workers, which made her think of him even more.  Each comment on her hair, make-up or outfit, made her feel more confident and the words were reminders of his desire for her to look and feel good.  She thought of him often through out any given day, but on this day, he was always in the forefront of her thoughts.  Each time she would go to the ladies room, she noticed that the inside of her panties were moist from her glistening pussy.  She couldn't help but reach down and give her clit a little rub.  As she would be washing the musky smell from her fingers, she would see in the mirror that her nipples betrayed her dirty mind and were hard through out the day and were visible through the light fabric of my blouse. 

She had already confirmed with her boss that she could slip out of work a little early that day.  He has said he would be pleased to see her earlier if she was able and this girl knew that if he was pleased it could only mean good things to come for her.  As she gathered her belongings, and was re-applying more lipstick, topped off with some shiny clear gloss, a text message came in telling her to meet him as a local restaurant.  Once she got there she was to go to the lounge and order a drink. 

recognized as Ben-Wa balls.  She snapped the lid shut and instantly started to blush.  Taking another long sip of her drink, she unfolded the letter and read "For such a dirty slut, it pleases me that I can still make you blush", she spun around on her stool, feeling as if he was right behind her watching, but the faces in the seats around her have not changed and nobody seems to be paying any attention to what she is doing.  "Once you finish your drink, which has already been paid for, you will go to the furthest washroom from where you sit right now.  It is down the hall by the banquet rooms of the hotel.  Once in the bathroom you will go into a stall and insert these balls into your wet pussy.  When you complete this task you are not to wash your hands, but rather leave the smell of yourself on your fingers and then you can leave the bathroom.  You will be given instructions once you leave the bathroom, but no matter what you do, you are not to speak until you are given permission to do so"

She finished up her drink, thanked the bartender once again and slid off of the high bar stool, once again scanning the lounge for his face, she doesn't see him, but she can't be sure he isn't there.  With the box tucked safely in her purse, as she made her way to ladies room. 

In the privacy of her own stall in a bathroom with nobody else in it, she place the heavy chrome balls in her mouth to warm them up and make them wet, before she bent over in the stall, her panties around her ankles, she slowly pushed the two balls into her wet pussy.  Once secured, her muscles clenched around the balls to hold them in place, she licks her own juices off of her fingers, but did not wash her hands.  He is was waiting for her in the hallway, when she came out of the washroom.  His warm smile, lets her know that he is pleased with her and that alone is enough to make her relax, but not enough to forget that she is not yet to speak.  Instinctually her eyes dropped to the floor, with his finger under her chin, he lifted her face to look into her eyes and he lips graze her forehead before he wrapped her in a warm embrace, and whispered in her ear "You have pleased me girl".