Tuesday, September 25, 2012

Perhaps I Am Immune To Bruising?

Sunday evening Master and I were having a session in which He was beating me with our crop and cane. Taking turns and switching between them. He spent a good hour whacking me with the beating implements and nothing. Nothing except the hot feeling I get after a good beating on my ass. It was sore, for sure, but we both noticed that I have never once been bruised. Master has tried on several occasions, but to no avail. 

Maybe He isn't hitting hard enough? I'd like to say that would be so, but sometimes He really does hit me pretty hard. So hard I've cried a few times. So what is it? How is it that I can't bruise? For once, I'd love to be bruised for a couple of days after a nice impact session. Tips?


Friday, September 14, 2012

Some Art from a Friend

A couple weeks ago, a friend of mine gave me a drawing that she carefully worked on that (I feel) really shows the dynamic between Master and I very well. I've been meaning to post it, but I kept forgetting. She did a wonderful job and I hope you all can enjoy it as much as what Master and I do. Thanks again, hon!


Wednesday, September 12, 2012

Good Boy, Kerry...

Things have been a little hectic around here lately, what with my psycho biological mother showing up in town and wreaking havoc on my family. I actually saw her yesterday in person (though I was lucky enough that she didn't spot me) so I know it was her. So since she has been around for the last couple of days, I've been kind of hiding out here at Master's place during the day because she won't know where to find me if I'm here. 

Anyways, I'm sitting here all by myself and Master's dog, Kerry, decides that he wants to go out back and chase the birds around. Nothing unusual. So I let him out and he tears through the back yard scaring away all of the birds and he's running around, tail up, head high like "Yeah. I own this place, bitches." and before too long he's lounging out in the sun. 

I take the time to catch a few pics of this butterfly getting nectar from the flowers in the back yard, and Kerry is still sitting outside soaking up the sun. After coming back inside, a few minutes later I hear him scratching at the door. I let him in and he trots over next to the couch and plops down on the floor. I notice he has what looks like a brown, dried crumpled leaf in his mouth and walk over to him to take it out of his mouth, kind of giggling at him.

That's when I realized that that was no leaf, but instead, he had brought a freshly caught dead bird into the house. >.<; I couldn't help but laugh and also be a little grossed out. As soon as I saw what it was, though, I tried to escort him out of the house with it. As soon as I let him out, I turn around and the dead bird is lying there on the floor. 

Dammit Kerry. lol

Needless to say the dead bird is outside, though it was a little comical because when I threw it outside, Kerry looked at me like "But.. I got that just for you." 

Good boy, Kerry... good boy. XD


Wednesday, September 5, 2012

Submission Is Not Negative

Every so often I get comments from people I know, and people I don't know, saying that because I am a woman and because I submit to my man that I must be incredibly weak. 

Quite the contrary. 

In fact, I find that I am possibly the strongest I have ever been in my entire life. It takes guts and a LOT of trust to put your life and decisions into the hands of someone else. It does not make a person weak, it just means we have a huge amount of trust with the person we are putting that much control into. I trust that my Master knows what is best for me, and He has yet to prove me wrong. 

"You're weak and pathetic."

Not really. If any of us is pathetic, it is those who think that submission is as simple as lying down and "doing what the man says." It's not that black and white. In fact, it's not like that at all. I submit because it is what makes me feel like me. I submit because I enjoy it. I submit because it is something both Master and I need in our relationship. It is what works best for us. That is in no way translated to weakness, and if anyone thinks it is, please refer to a dictionary and come back to me.

"You're just lazy and don't want to make decisions."

Wrong again. I can make decisions just fine, and truly, how am I lazy when I do chores for Master, tend to His needs, and go about my duties? That sounds less lazy and more active than anything. So please explain that to me. Truly, I can make any decision I please, and the most important decisions in my life are still MY decisions. Master will always have a say, it's how we work, but that does not mean I can not think for myself.

Submission does not equal weakness, laziness, indecisiveness, or anything else negative a person can think of. Submission is beautiful and it can be very uplifting, freeing, and even healing. I have found that since I have submitted to my Master I am a stronger person. I have a certain guidance that I have always needed and that is nothing short of a positive thing. I submit to Him because I know that I can trust Him. 

This is not an abusive relationship. We are both consenting adults who know what they are getting into. I am not a mindless zombie at the whim of some evil man. I am Anastassia. A proud slave to my Master, and I have no reason to be ashamed of that. 


Saturday, September 1, 2012

Anal Training Begins

Master and I had recently ran out of lube, so we decided today would be a good day to make a trip to The Lion's Den and restock on it. While up there, though, we decided to take a look in the kink section like we always do. We were looking around and I saw something that really caught my eye that I've always wanted. A tweezer clit clamp that had a bell at the end of it. I have never had anything hang from my clit, but it has always been something I've wanted to try. 

Master had other ideas, though. Out of the corner of my eye I see Him grab something off the shelf and I immediately turn to look at Him. In His hands is a beginners anal plug and a smile plastered on His face. Honestly, I was excited.

"I'm not waiting anymore, we're getting this today and we are getting you used to these, because we are eventually going to get bigger ones." 

"Yes, Sir! I'm pretty excited about this."

Unfortunately we did not purchase the clit clamp, but I'm definitely okay with this. There is always next time, after all. We also made a quick stop at Dom Depo and got the necessary items to make a home made spreader bar. The cool part about that is Master and I agreed to spray paint it a dark purple that has a natural gloss finish to it. So when we finally get around to making it and once it's finished, I'll take pictures and post it. ^.^

Upon arriving back to the house, we got ourselves something to eat, then headed upstairs to try out the brand new plug. I took it out of the box, and was surprised to see how small it was. I've always worried about tearing, bleeding and all around stretching myself out and having me prolapse and stuff. (I'm a paranoid person). 

Not a big deal after all. At least I don't think. 

So after getting it out and cleaning it, we decided to go right into putting it to the test. To be honest, I don't think I've ever been more eager about a new item before. 

I pulled my pants down and positioned myself on the bed so that I was completely comfortable while Master opened the new lube bottle and lubed up the plug. I'm not going to lie, I was a little nervous, but I gained up the courage and relaxed myself as best as I could.

Master put His hand on my back.

"Okay, are you ready? We're going to take this really slow and if it hurts, let me know. You can do this."

"Yes, sir, I'm ready."

I felt the tip of it starting to push against me and felt it starting to slowly fill me up. At one point, it got a little uncomfortable, but after a minute of breathing and relaxing myself back down, we were able to successfully push it all the way into me. ^.^ Very proud moment for me right there. 

Something that I noticed, right after having it put all the way in me, was that I was incredibly wet. I knew I would like having myself filled up, but I never imagined I would love it this much. 

I stood up, slowly, at first, getting used to the feel of being full from the plug. It was definitely an interesting feeling, but I think I could get used to it. The greatest thing about us experimenting with this, though, is that this was not only a huge turn on for me, but a huge turn on for Master. He couldn't wait any longer and bent me back over the bed and pushed Himself inside of me. 

Talk about a wild experience. I have never had the chance to experience double penetration, but I'm definitely into it for sure, now knowing what it's like. There is nothing like having both of my holes filled due to Master and Him having His way. Sadly, though, I wasn't too comfortable with it just quite yet, but after we took out the plug and cleaned it, this experience lead to some of the best sex we've had in quite a while.

I think it's safe to say that I love anal plugs now. ^.^

Master and I have sat down and talked about this, and eventually Master wants me to get used to it enough that I can wear it out in public, and wear it for longer periods of time. I'm definitely looking forward to it, and I can't wait to see what else Master has up His sleeve.