Jun 192013
 

At the end of January 2011 we made the commitment to our D/s relationship. But that was not our beginning. Allow me to take you with me on a trip down memory lane.

We knew about each other’s existence for about four years before we really started talking online in April 2002. When I met Master T in real life in June 2002, we were already very much in love with each other, but neither of us were ready to start a new relationship. As we got to know each other – mainly through the old chat program ICQ and emails – we spoke about many things. Fairly early in our communications I told Master T that I had quite a lot of nude photos of myself, many of them made by several men in my life and about the same amount of them were self shots. Of course He wanted to see some of those and I did not mind sharing it with Him.

So many nights I found myself in the bathroom, in a corner of the shower, talking to Him on the phone in the wee hours of the morning and hoping that the kids won’t hear me. We met a couple of times in secluded places and no, we did not only talk when we were together, but having sex was a challenge. It was only in May 2003 that we were ready to make a commitment towards each other. That was when I started staying over, but without His side of the family knowing. It was easier for me to come to Him, so I frequently arrived late in the evening, stayed the night and then left just before daybreak, before anyone else was awake. In October 2003 we changed that. During the week I would be at my place and in weekends I was over here. We could not get enough of each other and it was during those weekends that we discovered that we both liked to ad a bit of kink to our sex life.

In hindsight, I can now see the elements of dominance that have been present from the very beginning. During our chats on ICQ or in our emails – that is long before I started staying the night – we also spoke about piercings and tattoos. At the time I had two small tattoos, which by then Master T had seen on photos. I also told Him that I once had a navel piercing and two nipple piercings, but that those were long gone. Master T said that He would love to have me pierced and tattooed. I did not mind the tattooing, as long as I had a say in where the tattoo would be placed. To the piercings I said: ‘never again’. Famous last words? Yep, indeed!

In our communications He also told me about the things He would want me to do, such as being on my knees, sucking Him while He watched me, or fucking me with various fruits or vegetables. Once I started staying over for weekends, we started experimenting with various things. Oh, we did not have all the things back then that we have now, but we gradually acquired some stuff. Some of those things, such as the blindfold and some cuffs, we still have and use. We stopped using the blindfold recently, after I blogged about it and said I would love to have a proper blindfold and not one that comes with the average vanilla ‘play’ package. And of course, over the years we bought more stuff, the majority of it after we have made the commitment to our D/s relationship.

Tying me up, using clamps, putting a collar around my neck, anal play, cuffs… all of those were done over the years and each time it happened, it felt good. One night – maybe even on two occasions if I remember correctly – Master T poured wax over me while I was kneeling in the kitchen. I cannot begin to describe how I felt about that. Scared and excited at the same time. Our sex was always hot, exciting, kinky, hard. Oh yes, of course we also had more relaxed sex, but we always tended to end up returning to the harder sex. Oh damn, I remember me laying on the dining room table while He sucked me or finger-fucked me. We have lots of photos where I lay on the couch, masturbating and Him watching me. Master T also has all the photos that others had made of me in the past. He loves looking at them, loves seeing what others have done to me. He has never been jealous of it. In fact, He always told me that He would love to see another man or woman fucking me while He watched and He frequently tells me that He wishes that there were more of those photos. He loves to see how I am used.

Both of us have been oblivious of the existence of D/s, M/s, Daddy/girl, Owner/pet and all these kind of relationships. In the year or two before we learned about it, Master T frequently told me that He had noticed that I wanted Him to be stricter. To hurt me at times. I wanted the clamps. I wanted the rope. I wanted my collar. I wanted Him to control me. But we accepted this as being part of our marriage, not knowing anything about the different kinds of relationships inside BDSM. We, in fact, had a BDSM relationship without the official commitment. It was only when I started reading the blogs of VanillaMom and then that of Mina Lamieux that I realized that there was a name for the relationships we were in. Many puzzle pieces suddenly fell into place. I needed His control. To name an example: we bought a silicon buttplug not long after I started staying over for weekends and maybe a year before we made the commitment to a D/s relationship, we bought the steel buttplug. I really wanted both of those, but whenever I put them in, I felt silly and after half an hour I would take it out without telling Master T about wearing it. Only on a handful of occasions did I dare to tell Him and those always lead to hot and kinky sex. This was but one small aspect of our relationship where I needed Him to take control, to tell me what to do. But there were many other aspects, which have become even clearer once we embarked on our D/s journey at the end of January 2011.

Looking through the 6000 – 6500 photos that we have (also counting those from before our relationship) I selected a small amount of photos that portray the BDSM elements that have been part of our relationship from the very beginning. There are a lot more photos of these kind, but all of those show my face and those I am not ready to share.

Enjoy the visual part of my trip down memory lane.
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There is a gap of about 5 years in the photos. Photos that were made in those time show my face, and some longer periods passed without any photos as we were busy with getting married, family stuff and general life. The last two photos were made a month before we officially committed to a D/s relationship.

© Rebel’s Notes

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 Posted by at 06:00 on 19/06/2013
Jun 132013
 

On the night that Master T tried out the two new sets of clamps He had bought from Stockroom, I went through intense pain. So much so, that we had to stop as the pain was just too much. Disappointment raged through my body and somehow it was a relief when He asked whether I wanted to try one other toy He had bought as a surprise for me.

I was still bound on the bed – spread-eagled – and blindfolded. I felt a light pressure against my pussy. Something cold. I instantly knew I was made of steel. Slowly the steel object entered me. From the shape that was entering me, I tried to feel what it was. Was it a dildo? Maybe it was some kind of pussy plug, if those even existed? The thought of it being some kind of chastity device shot through me and I even felt a slight thrill at that possibility. Once the object was entirely inside me, Master T’s hand was still between my legs, busy with whatever part of it that was still on the outside. It was when I started to feel the pressure building inside my pussy and combined that with the sound the steel was making, that I realized just what the toy was. The realization made me smile and at the same time left me in awe: a speculum.

DSC_4340a1I tried to relax. I had some room to bend my knees and I did so. The pressure inside built more until it became a burning sensation. I told Master T and He stopped. I willed my muscles to relax some more. Master T managed to open the speculum a tiny bit more.

“Beautiful, the way it opens you up,” He said.

I smiled. I felt pride. I felt happiness. I felt a kind of relief. I knew I would have to confess to Master T, but it was not the right moment to do so. While the speculum held me open, Master T pushed a finger in and stimulated the inside walls of my vagina. He concentrated on the upper front wall and hit my G-spot. He gave me permission to climax. I did, but I also held back some as I was afraid I might push the speculum out. Afterward I knew this was not possible. Knowing this might have me more relaxed the next time Master T uses the speculum.

Master T moved His finger from inside my pussy to my clitoris. This was an incredible feeling. I knew my pussy was kept open, but it felt as if I was entirely filled. It felt tight and full, the same kind of feeling like when I am fisted. Knowing Master T could see right into it my pussy excited me enormously. His finger pressed down on my clitoris, circled it, stimulated it. I arched my back and suddenly I had this intense feeling of wanting my nipples hurt. Only minutes before I was sobbing because of the severe clamps He had tried on my nipples and now I was longing for those same clamps to be on my painful nipples. It was only my disability of being able to ask for something during play that kept me from begging Him.

I arched my back. His finger kept me on the brink of an orgasm. Just before I could ask for permission to climax, He moved His finger back inside my pussy. It did not take long before I had the permission and climaxed again, His finger still inside me. But soon it returned to my clitoris. I moaned. My nipples hardened even more and again I wanted to beg Him to put the clamps on, but I did not. A big orgasm followed, but again I was holding back a bit, afraid the contracting of my muscles might push the speculum out.

Once I was untied and the blindfold was off, I saw the toys that Master T had bought. When I saw the speculum I smiled. I asked Him why He had bought it and He told me that He had been looking at it for some time now and had decided it was time to buy it and try it. I admitted that I had been looking at it for a very long time too. Maybe even years. That I had always been intrigued by it. Where I am not into any kind of needle play, the speculum is the kind of medical play that I definitely like. I admitted having looked at quite a lot of images of women with specula in their pussies.

Of course Master T wanted to know why I have never told Him that I was interested in a speculum. I could not give a clear reason. Maybe I thought it was too much of a good thing? Or maybe I felt shame? Or maybe I was just too shy to tell Him? I know I can tell Him everything, but somehow I am always waiting for the right moment to say it and sometimes the right moment just never seems to come.

While I was still blindfolded and at the moment I realized that I had a speculum inside me, I was in awe. Why? Because once again, without us discussing it, Master T and I were on one line. Both of us were interested in using a speculum. I guess this means that in future I should just tell Him what I would like to try, right?

© Rebel’s Notes

 Posted by at 06:00 on 13/06/2013
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