So after wearing my ben wa all day and doing one hour of butt plug practice, I was very excited for Sir to get home. We had to meet with someone at the house, so he couldn't maul me as soon as he got home, but he did make his wishes known. We are having some work done around the house and Sir had to show the guy the basement. After the guy was down there, Sir came back up and gestured for me to do something with my legs. The guy was all the way downstairs, unable to see or hear us. I was inititally confused, because I was wearing a short skirt and no underwear, I had been sitting with my legs firmly together. I thought that maybe I was sitting inappropriately and Sir wanted me to adjust my position. He finally rolled his eyes and came up a few more steps, whispering that I needed to "spread your legs right fucking now." Sir doesn't use the F word. Ever. I did as he asked and he said "good girl," then went back downstairs like nothing happened.
Very hot. Hot Hot Hot. I like exhibition without any real chance of getting caught.
After the guy left, Sir told me to lay down on the couch before making dinner. He hiked my skirt up and told me to close my eyes. I felt him doing something to my inner thigh, and when he told me to open my eyes, I found writing on my leg. I BELONG TO SIR was written in Sharpie on my inner thigh, along with arrows to my pussy and ass. I like it.
I made the menu for the weekend especially for Sir, since I figured that he had things planned for me that I would enjoy. I made him a really spectacular shrimp pasta dish (I think it is one of the best things I have ever made), and then the fun began. He ordered me to wear my butt plug again and then we watched a movie and slowly got drunk. After the movie was over, he told me to take off my clothes, except my bra, and brought down my collar. I was wearing a black bra, and the black leather collar and clamps looked very nice together. He asked me what I was (Sir's dirty slut), what my purpose was (to please Sir), and all kinds of other things.
Then he brought out the pink vibrator. Keep in mind that I was borderline cumming all day because of the balls and the butt plugs and the anticipation. So Sir brings out the pink vibrator, which means butt sex later, and began to reward me in advance/warm me up. After a minute or two (that thing works FAST), I asked for and received permission to cum. I exploded. Like, porno screaming, full on moaning, feeling fucking fantastic. And Sir kept holding the vibrator right there. And holding it there. And I kept cumming. Again. And again. And again. I think it was seriously like five minutes. Finally, I managed to push his hand away because I thought I was going to pass out. He just smiled. I think I have an addiction...
Always His,
HLA
Saturday, October 26, 2013
Friday, October 25, 2013
A special contract from Sir
Vacation was fantastic. Sir and I got to walk along the beach, managed to have very quiet sex so his parents wouldn't overhear, and generally had a great time. SO much seafood!
I came home from work last night and found Sir hiding upstairs with my computer. After several minutes of playing the "what are you doing?' "nothing" game, I gave up and made dinner. I had just finished when Sir came down and set an envelope in front of my spot at the table with orders not to open it until after dinner.
I was intrigued.
When I was finally allowed to read it, Sir told me to grab the envelope and come sit on his lap. He put his hand down my pants and told me to open it up and read it out loud.
Every so often, I will have a long weekend. Sir wrote out his expectations for me, Possession, and did so in great detail. I am to wear my ben wa balls every day, putting them in every morning and only removing them with permission from Sir before bed. I am allowed to take them out to shower. I am to call Sir before noon each day and ask permission to put my butt plug in, wear it for an hour, and then call again to ask permission to remove it. I am not allowed to orgasm without permission, and I am to thank him each time I am allowed to. I'm not allowed to wear pajamas to bed. There are three pages in all, and I was very shocked and excited that Sir had written this whole thing out.
My rules for today include dressing in a skirt and no panties and leaving my hair down because I am Sir's slut and sex toy and my only purpose is to serve him. <--direct quote from contract.
Sir has started referring to me as Possession in text messages. I can still use personal pronouns because I don't like referring to myself in third person, and Sir doesn't call himself that either. They are more like terms of endearment for the other person to use.
My jobs for today are finished. I have worn the balls all day, worn the butt plug, cleaned up the house, gone shopping, and am wearing a short black skirt and a deep cut black sweater. I hope Sir approves.
Always His,
HLA
I came home from work last night and found Sir hiding upstairs with my computer. After several minutes of playing the "what are you doing?' "nothing" game, I gave up and made dinner. I had just finished when Sir came down and set an envelope in front of my spot at the table with orders not to open it until after dinner.
I was intrigued.
When I was finally allowed to read it, Sir told me to grab the envelope and come sit on his lap. He put his hand down my pants and told me to open it up and read it out loud.
Every so often, I will have a long weekend. Sir wrote out his expectations for me, Possession, and did so in great detail. I am to wear my ben wa balls every day, putting them in every morning and only removing them with permission from Sir before bed. I am allowed to take them out to shower. I am to call Sir before noon each day and ask permission to put my butt plug in, wear it for an hour, and then call again to ask permission to remove it. I am not allowed to orgasm without permission, and I am to thank him each time I am allowed to. I'm not allowed to wear pajamas to bed. There are three pages in all, and I was very shocked and excited that Sir had written this whole thing out.
My rules for today include dressing in a skirt and no panties and leaving my hair down because I am Sir's slut and sex toy and my only purpose is to serve him. <--direct quote from contract.
Sir has started referring to me as Possession in text messages. I can still use personal pronouns because I don't like referring to myself in third person, and Sir doesn't call himself that either. They are more like terms of endearment for the other person to use.
My jobs for today are finished. I have worn the balls all day, worn the butt plug, cleaned up the house, gone shopping, and am wearing a short black skirt and a deep cut black sweater. I hope Sir approves.
Always His,
HLA
Saturday, October 12, 2013
Weekend Domesticity
Sir and I woke up this morning and realized that the house was an absolute disaster. Not dirty, per se, but just covered in papers and dirty clothes, clean clothes and books, and everything was just generally messed up. So we cleaned and put things away and did laundry, and I folded it all. Pretty boring stuff.
No sexy time for a few days, as I am unavailable. Quite sad about that.
With all this free time, I decided to stop for a while and reassess my life. I stopped going to my therapist a few months ago and I wanted to take some time and think about how I am doing. I decided that the vast majority of things in my life are going very well. The only things that are bringing me down are my weight, my lack of dinner preparations, and my lack of me-time. With those three things in mind, I am creating a plan of attack to solve the problems.
My weight has always been a sore spot with me. As a kid, I would eat whatever I wanted and never gained a pound. I think most people are like that as kids, but I have a suspicion that my thyroid may have played a small part. I have mixed symptoms of hyper (too much) and hypo (not enough) thyroidism, leading me (and my doctor) to think that I may have started off with hyper and then my thyroid sort of burned out and stopped making enough, leading me to my current situation. I could play outside for hours, I played very energy intensive sports in high school, and I always had more than enough energy to spare. I was a morning person, and a night owl. I had to be moving. And then, sometime in college, between the culture shock of not being watched 24/7 by my mom, and the stress of classes, and the massive depression I fell into, I started to pack the weight on. Slowly. When I graduated, I weighed around 150 pounds. Most of that was muscle, and I am only about 5'3''. Not skinny at all, but healthy. By the end of freshman year, I probably weighed around 160. Not enough to really notice. Nothing that wasn't hidden by replacing my high school jeans with new ones that happened to be maybe one size up.
And then I came back home for a year, deciding that I didn't really know what I wanted to do with my life, and gained a little more weight. I think my thyroid must have crapped out right after I left College 1, because I started having trouble sleeping, I was always tired, I never had any energy, and I continued to fall slowly into depression.
My weight balanced out as I began to try new foods and discover cooking was something I enjoyed. My mom never really cooked, so I never got to try anything new. That is a whole other story though. Another day, perhaps. So as I started eating better, I began to plateau at my new weight, around 170.
Currently, I weigh around 180, and I am sick of it. My new job, as awesome as it is, involves sitting down. A lot. I'm afraid I'm going to end up gaining more weight, which is completely unacceptable. Which brings us to THE PLAN.
I will not go out to eat while I am at work, unless I am staying late (which only happens 2x a month). I will pack myself a HEALTHY lunch, one HEALTHY snack, and I will continue my hydration habits, which include water or iced tea.
Dinners will be arranged as such: one serving of protein, and two vegetable sides, plus a side salad with vinaigrette if I am super hungry. I will cut out potatoes and non-whole grain pasta out of my life. I will go easy on the carbs. I will plan out dinners AND lunches so that I have no excuses. I will cut down on my alcohol consumption, which is admittedly not a lot, but there are lots of calories in beer and alcohol.
I will exercise. I will walk the dog each day, at least once. I will go out and do cardio on my days off, for at least 45 minutes. It isn't really hot anymore, so that excuse is gone as well.
Hopefully after a few weeks I will have made some progress.
Always his,
HLA
No sexy time for a few days, as I am unavailable. Quite sad about that.
With all this free time, I decided to stop for a while and reassess my life. I stopped going to my therapist a few months ago and I wanted to take some time and think about how I am doing. I decided that the vast majority of things in my life are going very well. The only things that are bringing me down are my weight, my lack of dinner preparations, and my lack of me-time. With those three things in mind, I am creating a plan of attack to solve the problems.
My weight has always been a sore spot with me. As a kid, I would eat whatever I wanted and never gained a pound. I think most people are like that as kids, but I have a suspicion that my thyroid may have played a small part. I have mixed symptoms of hyper (too much) and hypo (not enough) thyroidism, leading me (and my doctor) to think that I may have started off with hyper and then my thyroid sort of burned out and stopped making enough, leading me to my current situation. I could play outside for hours, I played very energy intensive sports in high school, and I always had more than enough energy to spare. I was a morning person, and a night owl. I had to be moving. And then, sometime in college, between the culture shock of not being watched 24/7 by my mom, and the stress of classes, and the massive depression I fell into, I started to pack the weight on. Slowly. When I graduated, I weighed around 150 pounds. Most of that was muscle, and I am only about 5'3''. Not skinny at all, but healthy. By the end of freshman year, I probably weighed around 160. Not enough to really notice. Nothing that wasn't hidden by replacing my high school jeans with new ones that happened to be maybe one size up.
And then I came back home for a year, deciding that I didn't really know what I wanted to do with my life, and gained a little more weight. I think my thyroid must have crapped out right after I left College 1, because I started having trouble sleeping, I was always tired, I never had any energy, and I continued to fall slowly into depression.
My weight balanced out as I began to try new foods and discover cooking was something I enjoyed. My mom never really cooked, so I never got to try anything new. That is a whole other story though. Another day, perhaps. So as I started eating better, I began to plateau at my new weight, around 170.
Currently, I weigh around 180, and I am sick of it. My new job, as awesome as it is, involves sitting down. A lot. I'm afraid I'm going to end up gaining more weight, which is completely unacceptable. Which brings us to THE PLAN.
I will not go out to eat while I am at work, unless I am staying late (which only happens 2x a month). I will pack myself a HEALTHY lunch, one HEALTHY snack, and I will continue my hydration habits, which include water or iced tea.
Dinners will be arranged as such: one serving of protein, and two vegetable sides, plus a side salad with vinaigrette if I am super hungry. I will cut out potatoes and non-whole grain pasta out of my life. I will go easy on the carbs. I will plan out dinners AND lunches so that I have no excuses. I will cut down on my alcohol consumption, which is admittedly not a lot, but there are lots of calories in beer and alcohol.
I will exercise. I will walk the dog each day, at least once. I will go out and do cardio on my days off, for at least 45 minutes. It isn't really hot anymore, so that excuse is gone as well.
Hopefully after a few weeks I will have made some progress.
Always his,
HLA
Wednesday, October 9, 2013
Too Long
It has been too long since my last post. Quick update: I love nipple clamps.
Sir bought me a nipple clamping collar several days ago, and I effing love it. Last weekend, he told me that I needed to make breakfast, but I needed to wear the clamps while doing so. He slid the collar on, attached the clamps, and slipped my sleep shirt back on, since it was nice out and we had the windows open. Besides the fact that I like wearing the clamps/collar, it was a thrill to wear them in the house with the shades up and the windows open. Breakfast was good too. The sex after breakfast was lovely as well.
Since then, it has been slightly more normal. We are gearing up for a vacation in a few weeks, so things are getting hectic--today's mission from Sir is to find a new swimsuit. The one I have is from high school and the elastic has completely broken down. That is code for "I might as well just swim naked since it will fall off anyway" and that isn't an appropriate look for vacationing with the inlaws.
I've started a new schedule at work that lets me have one day off during the week, plus weekends. It means longer hours, but that extra day is going to help immensely. I can go shopping for groceries, clean up around the house, and generally get things back in order so that Sir and I have the weekend for fun things. Like nipple clamps and sex.
The house is kind of a disaster since neither of us has really been keeping up on it. I have my work cut out for me today.
Always His,
HLA
Sir bought me a nipple clamping collar several days ago, and I effing love it. Last weekend, he told me that I needed to make breakfast, but I needed to wear the clamps while doing so. He slid the collar on, attached the clamps, and slipped my sleep shirt back on, since it was nice out and we had the windows open. Besides the fact that I like wearing the clamps/collar, it was a thrill to wear them in the house with the shades up and the windows open. Breakfast was good too. The sex after breakfast was lovely as well.
Since then, it has been slightly more normal. We are gearing up for a vacation in a few weeks, so things are getting hectic--today's mission from Sir is to find a new swimsuit. The one I have is from high school and the elastic has completely broken down. That is code for "I might as well just swim naked since it will fall off anyway" and that isn't an appropriate look for vacationing with the inlaws.
I've started a new schedule at work that lets me have one day off during the week, plus weekends. It means longer hours, but that extra day is going to help immensely. I can go shopping for groceries, clean up around the house, and generally get things back in order so that Sir and I have the weekend for fun things. Like nipple clamps and sex.
The house is kind of a disaster since neither of us has really been keeping up on it. I have my work cut out for me today.
Always His,
HLA
Thursday, October 3, 2013
Possession
After two days of epic bitchiness on my part, lots of crying (also on my part), and some new-ish rules on Sir's part for me, he gave me the mystery item he had ordered online last week. He laid out an outfit for me to put on, watched as I changed, and then told me to stand in front of the mirror and close my eyes. I felt something being wrapped around my neck, and then felt pinching at my nipples.
I opened my eyes. It was a leather collar that wrapped around my neck, making it hard to tilt my head. It fastened like a belt buckle in the back, and then a metal loop holds two chains, at the end of which are two adjustable nipple clamps.
I was very pleasantly shocked, excited, and very aroused. Sir fastened the clamps on, which I was initally worried about. What if they were too tight? They are amazing. I love them. And then he bent me over, shoved a butt plug in, gave me three clit-Os with the pink vibrator, and made me ask him if I could orgasm while using his title. "Can I please come, Sir??!!"
Then, when I was a numb body on the bed, he began taking my ass. He gripped my throat, whispering filthy things. He told me I was a dirty whore, a slut, his property, his possession, that I was his to do whatever he wanted with. I was too far gone to finish with him, but he seemed to enjoy himself immensely.
I am not allowed to wear the collar unless he is there. I was distracted all day today by it, and then realized about fifteen minutes before I left work that I had a giant shadowy bruise on my hand from his hand gripping mine as I climaxed. Oh well.
This weekend promises to be full of more clampy goodness. Plus he has some kind of date planned.
Always his,
HLA
I opened my eyes. It was a leather collar that wrapped around my neck, making it hard to tilt my head. It fastened like a belt buckle in the back, and then a metal loop holds two chains, at the end of which are two adjustable nipple clamps.
I was very pleasantly shocked, excited, and very aroused. Sir fastened the clamps on, which I was initally worried about. What if they were too tight? They are amazing. I love them. And then he bent me over, shoved a butt plug in, gave me three clit-Os with the pink vibrator, and made me ask him if I could orgasm while using his title. "Can I please come, Sir??!!"
Then, when I was a numb body on the bed, he began taking my ass. He gripped my throat, whispering filthy things. He told me I was a dirty whore, a slut, his property, his possession, that I was his to do whatever he wanted with. I was too far gone to finish with him, but he seemed to enjoy himself immensely.
I am not allowed to wear the collar unless he is there. I was distracted all day today by it, and then realized about fifteen minutes before I left work that I had a giant shadowy bruise on my hand from his hand gripping mine as I climaxed. Oh well.
This weekend promises to be full of more clampy goodness. Plus he has some kind of date planned.
Always his,
HLA
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