Dette er meg:

* Har opplevd mange av mine fantasier, også dem jeg så som umulig.

* Veldig seksuell person, ikke en dag uten å være kåt


* Veldig hyggelig om du kan skrive kommentarer på det jeg legger ut.
Det gir en mer giv til å skrive mer å legge ut flere bilder/videoer.

Og det blir ikke spor etter deg så lenge du velger Annonym profil
skriv et nick, sånn at jeg kjenner deg igjen.

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* Now I'm operating as Miss Pain, after several years as painsub/slave and submissive.

* Have experienced many of my fantasies, even those I didn't think was possible.

* A very sexual person, not one day without being horny.


* Would be nice if you left a comment on my blog while looking around. That turns me on and makes me want to put out more stories and pictures.

lørdag 6. juni 2009

Det går i lær og væske


Ja det går forover med lærarbeidet mitt. Fått laget ferdig en del flogger nå, så nå har jeg gått over på pisker og padder.
Fått laget 23 stykker nå, og flere er bestilt.
Kjøpte håndtak forrig dagen, men må tilbake å kjøpe flere + nagler.

Men en kan jo ikke jobbe hele dagen, så jeg slapper litt av med datan.
Sitter og snakker med Master Bias og blir så kåt og gpunktet er så hovet at det gjør rett og slett vondt nesten.
Sitter og ser meg rundt, vet at vibben ikke fikser den biten, skulle hatt ett par fingre bakfra nå og ett par vink, så hadde jeg kommet som ingen ting.
Så begynner hjernen å funke, og kommer på at fuckingsmaskina mi er jo fiksa. Så jeg nesten løper bort steller meg skrævs over og starter den. Tar ikke mange sekundene før første lading er ute og må finne frem dorullen og tørke opp både opp på maskina og inni, før jeg iler tilbake til sofan så gla og happy. Master Bias ser det med en gang at noe har skjedd og er kjempe gla på mine vegne. Tar to trekk av røyken, men jeg kjenner at jeg neimen ikke er ferdig og ber om tillatelse å fortsette. Slenger maskina i senga og lar den jobbe sakte sakte mens viben jobber på klitte. Så speeder jeg opp farta og der kommer jeg igjen. Slakker farta på nytt og lar den jobbe, trer meg godt innpå og viben durer fortsatt på klitten.

I det jeg kjenner jeg er klar setter jeg farta opp på fult og ny deilig lading av varm fittesaft renner ut av meg. Endelig har jeg fått noe som funker for meg.
Selv om det beste er når andre tar det, så er "støvesugeren" en meget god erstatning.
Må bare si at maskina er kjempe fin, men utstyret som fulgte meg er helt ræva, men med litt kreativitet, så fikser en det meste. Takker Buskerudparet for hjelpen.
Happy ending

tirsdag 2. juni 2009

A mystery night with candles and green sand


Finally it was Sunday, a day I had looked forward to. I just waited for Master to call on me. As always I was stressed out before a setting. This time I knew that Master intended to take pictures of me as well. Pictures for my blog. Still some hours to go before he comes to get me, so I can spare some time to get some sun.

As usual Master has a plan and asks me to start by opening the files he sent me. Ahhhh, so it's like this... Master wants his sub REALLY ready... Wondering if I should see the films before or after I take a shower, but decides I'm better off watching them now, or I'll be soaking wet before I walk in the door at his place... There's six films in total and one takes the other, more kinky and more wet. One stands out, and I have to tell Master. He just grins and says: "OK, so you're in a "gyno"-mood today?" I'm not too sure, but it was very HOT to look at...

Better get some suntanlotion on and settle down outside in the sun. I can feel my body tingling as I'm applying the lotion, but I tell myself to calm down. After all, there's still some time left.
Unfortunately the sun disappears and I decide to take a shower. Feels good to get rid of the suntan lotion.
Master tells me to find things we can use for the photoshoot. I walk around the living room and see if I can find anything. I grab a large bag of candles, a package of yellow candles... After all it's easter and yellow is a warm colour. Then I see the large dish on the table covered in light green sand. Wow, we can use that! And then I get latex sheet, body jewellery and more bits and pieces. Even some makeup, not sure if it's necessary. Knowing me, I'll be too sweaty and it won't look good.
I've barely gotten my clothes on when I hear the door bell. Not visitors, I hope!. I breath heavily as I go to unlock the door. The next door neighbour. "I think somebody is waiting for you outside", she says as she is leaving. Waiting for me? Now? But Master hasn't said anything or called to tell me he's on his way. Then I come to think about the last thing he wrote: "I'm leaving now, just going by the ATM". Oohhh, why didn't I get that, he of course came right here afterwards. I grab what I need, and feeling a bit embarrassed I walk out with my heavy load. I can see his eyes on me, not exactly pleased waiting for me. I feel like I'm moving house... And being a sub I of course have to carry everything myself.

Finally we're at his house, I drop my baggage and settle down on the couch. I can feel I'm anxious to tell him about my meeting with Duracell and Master looks pleased. We eat a bit and talk about other things that have happened during the Easter holiday. He shows me the rope samples he's gotten and we agree on what rope to choose. Just touching the rope makes me horny, it's not what I would have bought, but will do for now.
This time I haven't forgotten anything and lay my punishment log on the table. Master checks it to make sure I haven't missed anything.
I barely get to swallow the last bit of food when Master demands that I get up and gets the rope. Rips my clothes off and starts to bind up my body. Both my body and tits are well bound up when Master grabs hold of the rope in front and slams me into the coffeetable. I can feel his fingers slide across my pussy that of course is dripping wet. "Why are you wet, cunt?" Because I'm horny, I almost stutter.. He continues and rubs my clit as I grab hold of the table, I almost scratch marks in the surface. Then Master really takes a hold of me and drills his fingers into me, and I come almost immediately. It pours down my legs and down to the floor. phhhuuu... Feeling loads of good vibrations going through my body as I hold on...

Suddenly Master grabs hold of the rope in the back and leads me to the chair. Oohhh I know what to expect: The Punishment. 25 lashes with the red whip. He tells me to count and one lash after another feels more and more painful, and at the same time I can feel my juices pouring down my thigh. Warm pussy juice that almost gets pumped out in sync with the lashes. When Master gets to 20 lashes I'm having difficulties keeping track. Master strokes my sore, red ass. Oohhh that's nice, but I haven't got time to enjoy it before new lashes hit. The lashes that hit leave behind good red stripes and are almost unbearable, and at the same time sooo good... The lashes can almost be counted by counting the stripes left behind by the whip. I'm getting ready to stand up, when Master demands that I keep still. More to come. Then I feel a burning sensation as the paddle hits my ass. I'm supposed to get 5 on each side. The hits are profound now that my ass is already sore from the whip.
Master pulls me up and asks me: "What do you want?" "To come" I stutter. "Not yet, cunt, not yet". I can feel him massaging me and I struggle not to come. I'm about to anyway when I feel a stinging pain in my shoulder. Master is biting me, and is shifting my focus from the oncoming orgasm. "Not yet, sub not yet" Master tells me in a stern voice. There I am, so horny that I'm shivering and can feel it dripping out of me and he won't let me come. "Please, Master. Please". I'm begging him. I barely get to catch my breath before it's suddenly totally dark. Master has tossed a sweater over my head, then I can feel him grabbing hold of my hair and tugs me forward. It happens so fast and before I realize what is happening his entire cock is in my mouth. Deep down my throat. I get a gagging feeling, but Master forces me down and pulls my head up and down. Just before I feel like throwing up, he pulls me up. Tears are running down my cheeks and I'm breathing heavily, but then he grabs another hold of my neck and pulls me down again. Even further. I can hear gurgling noises, a mixture of saliva and cock juices and I gag again, but Master keeps it up. My God, it turns me on as well, even though I'm about to puke. And just like the first time, Master pulls me up, sweat and tears running down my cheeks. I don't thing I've ever been able to take his cock that far down As long as Master knows exactly when to pull me up I relax more. Now I'm really horny. Something has to happen soon. Master reads his sub well, because I barely finish the thought and then his fingers are inside me again. Deep hard thrusts and my G-spot is soo swollen. As I'm coming I can feel the hot pussy juice pouring down my thights. I'm shivering and out of breath...

We sit down for a bit. Need something to drink and a cigarette.
I'm a bit surprised that I get G-spot orgasms this easy now, but I suppose some switch in my brain must be flicked, or I know what it feels like and push for it. In any case, it's indescribable, hot and liberating. I can't stop talking, but as Master knows, that's part of the "aftermath" of a G-spot orgasm. I hear myself talking nonstop but can't help myself.
Master get the camera out and takes some pics of the ropes, then he commands me out into the hall. The hall? Ok, I'm just doing what I'm told and stops at the end of the hall. But no, then it hits me. We're going into the bathroom, not sure what's going to happen there, but Master removes the ropes. Now what? Is he going to shave me or what else can he do here? Master just pushes me carefully backwards and then it dawns on me. The SHOWER, damn... the shower, is it possible. Am I going to experience waterbondage?
He puts the massage shower on it's hardest setting and lets me have it in the face. Then he lets the wather go by my clit and moments before I'm coming it's back to my face. I can't breathe standing there with the water hitting my face and then it hits my clit again and I'm coming and coming...I'm not blacking out like usual, may have to do with the fact that I have to focus to catch my breath in between the gushes of water on my face. This goes on and on, then Masters switches off the shower and I black out. I'm not sure how long I was gone fore, but when I come to, I have a bathtowel over me. I walk shivering into the livingroom where I meet Masters pleased gaze. "So you've woken up, my little orgasm junkie?" "You've been out for some time, almost 20 min." he says. Out? Me? Strange, because I was fully present for the orgasms this time, but then I blacked out. It was so HOT and a fantastic experience. I sit down and collect myself. We agree that we have to get hold of a deep tub. The thought turns me on. Being held under water moments before you come, and as Master pulls you up from the water, the orgasm hits so much harder...

Master makes some coffee and I get to dry up a bit. Afterwards we're getting ready for the photoshoot. Have to admit that I'm dreading it. I throw some pillows to the floor and my sarong on top, and then I try to find a pose. I let Master control me, because I haven't got a clue about these things. I can feel that I'm very cold on my back. And I can feel something running down my spine... Mmm Oil.. feels good. Master rubs me in before he sprinkles the tiny green grains of sand over my back and ass. I'm not sure what's happening because my back is turned. He shoots and the flashlight goes off. Wow, what was that... An ice cold squirt of water and it's sprayed and sprayed. It's pouring from me. Not so unlike the moisture after a series of orgasms. Then he takes more pictures.

After a while we're done, and I let out a relieved sigh. I don't get much rest until Master gets going again. I jump a bit because I'm sure he's covered in green sand, and Masters scolds me. "You have to learn to trust me, sub. I wouldn't touch you unless my hand was clean". I know this to be true, but everything happened kind of quickly. My clit responds right away and again I can feel his fingers pressing inside of me as I squirt. A real G-spot squirt, loaded and explosive. Wow, my body tingles and I walk shakily back to the couch. My god what an evening, not to mention what an Easter.
Master reassures me that he got loads of nice pictures and I have to admit that I like what I see on the screen. My favourite shot you can see, that's the one I've chosed to be my top picture on the blog.

This was some of my Easter treats. And I doubt that I'll ever forget this Easter.

Trine suba kom på besøk

Her er litt av samlignen vi laget lørdag. Ikke alle er ferdige da.



Først var jo planen at Master Bias skulle kommet lørdag og bli til søndag, men så surrete og kåt jeg er om dagen så hadde jeg missforstått han skikkelig. Han mente at vi skulle treffes på msn til et vistt klokke slette. Så jeg må innrømme at blodpumpa gikk bra for på lørdagen, stressa rundt som en halshogg høne. Men det er godt å bli litt stresset og, kjenne at en lever igjen.
Vi fikk begge klargjort av vi hadde nok utykket oss litt feil, og suber trenger konkrete klare melinger, da vi har en til dens til å misforstå.
Vi hadde en lang og koselig prat på kvelden og fortsatt praten på morra kvisten med kaffen. Tenk dere, jeg hadde en røyk på fire timer, wow til å være meg.

Siden været var så bra, satte jeg meg ute litt, men fikk beskjed om å tenke på 3 mm. hmmmmm må si jeg lurer veldig, det skulle bli rått og deilig og jeg er med på alt jeg, så jeg gleder meg utrolig mye å treffe han.

Sønadagen kom Trine mor da, det var kjempe hyggelig, vi satt langt på natt og lagde pisker.
Så nå har hun sin egen designet pisk. Det ble masse sube prat og vi koste oss med reker og loff.
Ei kjempe søt sube, som godt med tiden kunne tenke seg en snill Master, men ikke riktig enda.

Ellers er jeg så gla for alle god morgen hilsnene jeg får når jeg våkner om morran, med litt ordre i. Samme er om kvelden, hvis ikke noe kommer i veien.
Liker Bias kreativitet, det passer meg veldig godt. Som sagt det jeg ikke vet, tenner jeg mest på.

Planer for høsten er gjort alt, da blir det treff, mitt første bondage treff og jeg gleder meg som en unge, men vil nok være tilskuer, men hvem vet??

Må bare si at det blir lite laging av pisker når sola står høyt på himmelen, for da er det ulevelig å være inne. Har fått masse bestillinger og jobber med saken. Må innrømme at jeg gleder meg til bedre utstyr, for det tar tid sånn jeg jobber nå, men så blir det ekte håndlaget da.

Skulle det friste med en pisk, så ta bestillignen på den mailen som ligger øverst på bloggen, sånn at jeg får litt overskikt.