Look At Your Whimpering Face, Slut!...

Some Drunken Ramblings

Well, I think I've cured p's sexual urges...: ) Don't worry, I didn't leave him like this. He has some very tasteful pink tramlines across his arse from my caning and some similarly decorous pink weals on his back from my exquisite whipping. I didn't get carried away like I used to.

God, when I think of what I used to do to him, I feel a little ashamed. I was so angry with my ex-husband, I just took it out on p and I really hurt him. That time when I went to see him at L's place in Brighton, he really did end up looking like the picture and he didn't deserve it. he took it all without complaint, but that's not the point.

It's a bit frustrating, because sometimes I still feel like beating a man like that, but I can't do it to p. I just like him too much. Seriously, I can't keep making him pay for how other men have treated me, even if I know he'll take it for me.

The main reason p is so special to me is because he knows I can be selfish, vain and cruel, but he accepts that and adores me anyway. Nobody else I know would put up with the way I treat him: seriously.

And despite being a skinny little nerd who is nearly ten years older than me, he has (SSH!) probably given me more sexual pleasure than any other guy I have ever known. This evening, I had him rim me and he made me come! Just by rimming! I dream about seducing Jason Momoa, but would even he be able to do that?

Hands up, guys, I have been drinking and I'm a little p*ssed; hence the rambling and the over-sharing : ). But I mean it! I should make p insure his tongue. I don't know which of his previous Mistresses taught him to use it like tat, but she's a total genius.

I spoke to LJ today about p's collaring and she had the cheek to accuse me of making it all about me. It's his collaring, she said. I told her that I'm his Mistress and he's my SLAVE, so in our relationship, it's always about me. Typical you, she said. Cow : ).

I know what I'm like and that I can't behave like this in all my relationships, but I CAN with p. That's why he's so brilliant. I can be a "proper little Madam" with him and it's okay. I can hit him, I can abuse him, I can spit on him and p*ss on him and he will just Adore me all the more. He's an absolute STAR.

Next Friday, I'll put my collar on him and then he'll be mine forever...And he'll love it! I'm having him stay round mine the night before, so I can keep an eye on him. It's the opposite of that thing where the bride and groom aren't supposed to see one another before the wedding ceremony. Crap, I want him here with me.

Oh yes, I forgot to mention this. I told him about my post about my ugly feet and he confessed to getting all hot and bothered by them years ago, when we were just mates. It was at one of the Pig's birthday parties, funnily enough. It was on a boat (not that that has any relevance - focus, darling).

I'd taken my shoes off and we were both dancing to the Stones (no, I'm not that old, I just happen to like them). p said he was so aroused by the sight of me dancing barefoot that when he got home, he masturbated over it.

If I had known that at the time, I would have slapped his face and probably never spoken to him again, but today, I actually found it cute. Long before I was his Mistress, he was tossing himself off like crazy because he saw me dancing without shoes! He even remembered the colour of my toenail varnish, so it must have made a big impression on him.

He's a dirty little pervert, but so am I, I guess. And just now I'm getting to be a very sleepy pervert...

Night night, guys. Don't tell anyone we has this conversation...

N 💋

Fifi this is the perfect dress you picked for my date with Mark, I can tell you approve, your silly little clitty is dripping from that little cage,  While i’m gone work on your chore list, my sister might stop by to check on you and you know how funny she finds it to extend that release date.   Well come over and kiss my shoes to wish me luck, behave little Fifi. Ciao

forcing subs to beg for what they want is so fucking hot. telling them to use their words and that they'll only get it if they beg like a good slut. seeing them get all red and shy, claiming that they dont know how to or that they get too flustered and try to hide their face. grabbing their wrists and pinning their hands above their head and again telling them to beg. hearing them stumble over their words for them to only be edged for the night because they need to learn to use their words better

making them sit between your legs while you lazily get them off and every time they twitch or squirm for more, you stop until they learn how to fucking control themselves and let you do what you want to them. because this is not your body, it’s mine. which means i’ll play with you however i want and your only job is to look cute and make those pretty sounds while i do it.