A few more shots from our trip to the shed.
Granted it was a long time ago but cosied up under a blanket with a hot chocolate what a better time to write..right?
It’s funny.. The effect that place has on me as soon as I walk through that door. Wet. Instanteously.
You’ve already seen a picture of the hanging basket.. Which was amazing by the way.
Now I’ve started writing my head is swirling with thoughts from that day and I just don’t know where to start.
Well the first photo.. That’s my arse. Although the dim lighting means you can’t see red it actually is. The angle originally thought was a good one but now feel like its a little Kim Kardashian-esque.
The red marks, a result of the numerous crops, floggers and paddles available. It’s like a sweet shop for BDSMers. Although we always bring our own cane. A little home comfort ;)
The second photo.. We FINALLY managed to find a way to do some decent suspension. Legs suspended and spread wide, I don’t think I’ve ever felt so vulnerable. Suspended and no chance of escaping. With a a mirror on the ceiling and a mirror to my left there was no avoiding the sight of my vulnerability.
Now my memory is appalling at the moment so Sir punish me if I’m wrong. But while legs are up in the air and nowhere to run Sir used this to his advantage - as you would. There’s suddenly and softly so to speak a humming on my clit. Humming very rapidly escalated into well.. Full blown squirting like never before. Once, twice, and a third time. What the hell?? Feeling vulnerable and quite honestly embarrassed at the tidal wave that just struck. This was all thanks to a magic wand.
An incredible feeling, an incredible moment and one that may not have happened if I hadn’t been restrained so well.
We also got to try a bit gag and now I can’t wait to get one of my very own. To set the scene….
I’m bent over, legs spread, bit gag in and blinkers on. All I can hear is Sirs footsteps behind me and in my head I’m trying to work out what he’s picking up or where he’s going… But I have no idea.
To begin with the gag had no effect. Then first string of saliva slipped over the top of my lips, and then another. Until I had saliva all over my chin, down my chest, collecting in a puddle right by hands and there was nothing I could do about it. A dribbling, saliva covered slut.
I’m going to leave it here for now… You’ll never make it to the end otherwise.
I’ve just hit 500 followers.. Incredible really.
I/we started this blog about a year ago now and it was only started as a task from Sir.
Never did I believe that 1) it would still be going or 2) that I’d have that many followers.
It’s been a great way to show things that turn me on, share experiences, put my thoughts down so Sir can see what goes through my mind if sometimes he can’t tell, and an outlet if I’m being stroppy and grumpy. I’ve also made some friends out of this who are amazing.
So thank you very much for following, reading and supporting me on this little filthy journey of mine :)
"I need to kiss you so badly. One of those kisses where I’m pressing against you as much as possible and my hands are in your hair and moving down your back, clutching to you in any way I can, kissing you as deeply as possible and thinking you’re mine, mine mine."- Me, to you (via rarest-beauty)
Now after that play time.. Relax with something sweet on the rocks..SS x
I just can’t help or control myself..SS x
So Sir asked if I’d been practicing with Mr Big for some throat fucking when he got back.. Why not do it dressed up hey ;)SS x