environmentally conscious bdsm

"pinch me"..."no" ... "pinch me" 

but, where is  the jumbo clover nipple clamp?

repaired

i finally fixed my glasses. whew! ... yay!

Robber gets his ass kicked then becomes a slave

NamesakExperT..........................: Robber become sex slave: A Russian man who tried to rob a hair salon got more than what he had bargained for when the female shop owner, a karate black belt, over...

hmmm ... muay-thai, by feet fury

the what happens next dept? 

the calendar ...

i woke up to the taste of iron in my mouth this morning. it has been a long time since i awoke to that particular taste in my mouth. my nose was also delightfully clogged... so much so that it was difficult to breathe through the scabbed over, matted  material which blocked a sufficient supply of oxygen from flowing to my lungs. that metallic taste could only mean one thing. either, i had had a rather large nosebleed during the night, or someone had thoroughly and efficiently beat the everloving shit out of me, so much so that my nose had bled profusely with copius amounts of my own blood. ...

well ... i was surprised to receive such a wonderful gift from my friend and Mistress after she had picked me up from the airport. it was totally unexpected, and we were just sitting there talking about nothing in particular. i had retrieved some of her remaining boxes from the shed where they had been stored. while i was out in the shed poking around, She had gone upstairs to see if anything remained in Her former bedroom. She came downstairs holding two pairs of Her shoes. One was a delightful pair of brown "No Call", platform

shoes with a wicked looking pair of buckles, and accentuated with a menacing 4" clomp of a heel. the bottoms of the shoes seemed to have tractor treads for soles. perfect for hiking, rock climbing or some other type of trampling about. The other was a wonderful pair of tight, calf snugging, black lace-up boots with a 3" heel.

"I could of really used these last week .. "  She sat down next to me and sighed, placing Her black and pink Nike sneakers on my coffee table. She pressed the treads on the edge and pumped the rubber up and down in somewhat of a chewing fashion. it was just too much, and already my submissive tendancies seemed to kick into overdrive.  i am not sure if She is aware of the effect that Her sneakers have on me.

"hello, i'm definitely jello", when i see Her wear them.

W/we were talking about Her car and how She obtained it. evidently, She once had a slave who was quite enamored with Her. so much so, that he bought Her a car, title, tags and all and gave it to Her as a gift.

"well, You do have that effect on most men." ... She seemed surprised that i would say such a thing, spun around and gave me a lear then a  playful look. "Yeah, I guess I do, but eventhough it was something that I was very good at, I didn't want it to be my lifelong career."

She disappeared again, and i heard Her shuffling about in the kitchen. the refridgerator door opened and then closed.  She emerged quickly with a handful of cookie dough, that i had forgotten about. sitting down next to me, She offered me some, but i thought about my growing middle and respectfully declined.
She dipped Her finger into the dough and licked it off, half smiling and smirking at the same time.

suddenly, She put it down then picked up Her boots.

"These are nice boots, aren't they?"  standing up over me i watched as She picked the boot up by the heel and let the laces and the leather dangle for awhile. watching my vacant expression, She paried with the boot back and forth between both hands. the speed and smoothness she employed seemed seamless and i was transfixed by Her display of skill and adroitness. catching on to my distractedness, She slyly used it to Her advantage.

"I  SAID ... THESE ARE NICE BOOTS, AREN'T THEY?' the leather straps stung as they slapped into my face. startled i tried to respond, but She had already hit me in sucession two more times. the figure eight motion of Her strikes seemed precise and well calculated..

"I Don't think I heard you respond?  Do you like my boots!" SLAP, SLAP the buckle and the leather came riveting through the air and sliced hard into my cheeks while a third strike caught me vulnerably in the eye. immediately i felt the tell tale signs of twitching and swelling. a black eye was on the way.  if i hadn't known better, i would say that She was enjoying Herself immensely. the smirk on Her deceptively angelic face magnified the sadism. the strikes were coming faster now, and really beginning to hurt now. Her buckle hit above my eye and i felt like a small hammer had just bashed into my temple.

i tried to stammer ..."yes, oh yes ... i do like Your boots ... they are really so much like You." but, she was now mesmerized with giving me a well deserved beating. the speed of Her strikes seemed to accelerate. the smacks and slaps of the slick black leather struck an uncanny yet perverse rhythm which used the concaved features of my skull as Her sounding board.

i cowered a bit and slunk down on the couch, and i could feel my heart pumping copious amounts of blood in anticipation of the next strike.

"Mmmmmmm ... nice, but not good enough." i watched pensively as She dropped Her boots and scanned the room for another weapon.

i looked up at Her with questioning eyes.... rubbing around the sockets of my eyes and cheeks, checking for knots and swelling.

 "it has been a long time since W/we have played like this.  She pretended to ignore me and continued Her search for the perfect bludgeon. "have You missed this?"  i suddenly had to dodge, but my reflexes were not fast enough as the timer smacked me hard in the middle of my forehead.  She threw Her hands up in exasperation .... "Arghhhhhhhhhhhh  ... too soft".

i continued to press, a bity more boldy than before ...

"You didn't answer my question .... did You miss doing this to me." still distracted and focused on locating the perfect weapon for the perfect moment, She spun around and knocked me devastatingly hard in the temple with the 4 inch chunky heel of Her "No Call" wedge shoes.

the tread crunched down deeply and chewed into the soft recesses of the tissue around my eye leaving a nice indented, ridged mark. after two more pervasive and bludgeoned strikes, the bridge of my nose now  had swollen substantially and was starting to run just a bit .. yellowish red.

Her response was quick and sharp and matched the speed of the blows She had delivered to my unprotected face.

"I'm here and doing it now ... aren't I?" Her beautiful black flowing hair was just a blur to me after the next strike. something sliced throught the air whizzing and whirring and again cut into my eye. it stung like hell and i bent over trying to stop the faucet flow of tears that had started. my groan seemed to please Her and the tell tale smirk on Her face grew to a fiendish grin framed by Her deceptive yet innocent looking dimples.

"Mmmmmmmm, Now that is going to leave a nice mark.". i squinted through one eye to see Her pick up the object again. She twirled it with her long nimble fingers one handed with expert precision. i heard it whisk through the air cutting and slicing and making a hissing sound as it smacked me hard in the face two more times in succession.

"you know, i learned a long time ago with you that i don't really need any special expensive bdsm toys to beat you up with ... She continued to twirl what appeared to be a calendar with Her wrists. "Anything, and I mean anything that I can find, can be used as a deadly weapon,. and used efficiently to mark you up and beat your ass." with a narrow eyed glare She stared me down and  i cringed as She twirled the calendar back and forth in a flawless figure eight fashion lashing out occasionally from the deadly established pattern to slam hard into my face. the strikes were pinpoint accurate and it was evident that Her targets were the most vulnerable areas of my face. the thin tissue above and below the eyes, my nose, and of course my cheeks and ....

She spoke to me sharply and mocked me with condescension. "How bout a fat lip?" before i could duck the calendar ripped through the air and gashed the skin above my lip. i could tell it was beginning to bleed, as i tasted the saltiness of the blood. as if by Her command, my top lip started to swell immediately.

i was now cowering trying to get away from Her punishing, pummeling blows, but was transfixed and glued to my spot on the couch as She continued to beat the shit out of me. Her biceps seemed to now swell underneath her small, and taught jean jacket. She undid a few of the top buttons and continued to smack my head around like a striking bag.

the precise lethal pattern was very evident now.  SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK ... recover. lunge forward then, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK ...then recover. i watched as the grimmace on Her face revealed the hidden pleasure and enjoyment She was gleaning from this impromptu beat down. suddenly, She amped up the velocity and with the increased speed, the calendar soon became a set of knifes ... leaving bloody gouges, digs and gashes all over the landscape of my face. one particular area just could not stand the pummeling any longer, and like a weakened dam that was about to break ... it finally did. i watched out of my good eye as She clenched Her teeth, licked Her points sneered and launched an extrememly hard strike to the center of my face and then on the rebound, pounded the bridge of my nose and slashed into my nostrils with an unbelievably potent combination punch and slap.

my poor weakened nose gave way, exploded and errupted into a bloody display of mucous, blood and the red river spilled onto my shirt and onto the coffee table. i was a bit dizzy from Her strikes which had gotten remarkably more focused, potent and stronger, especially since She had begun training in karate.

i heard Her guffaw at my state then exclaim.
"Well, would you look here! ... I smacked your head so hard this time, that your glasses flew right off your face, and ... looking down, She picked them up and chortled ... Ha ha ... broke' em again."

indeed She had. the left temple piece had been snapped clear off.and even though they were plastic, they were mishappened from the impact of the strike She had so powerfully delivered. two swollen, reddened bruised marks on both sides of the bridege of my nose, identified the location of the nose piece of my fractured frame,  this would serve as a lasting visual reminder of the force behind her clobbering hits.

as i struggled to quell the flow of blood, i whimpered ... "you know, i just don't understand why this always has to happen. why the hell does my nose always bleed like this after only a few of your hits?"

"It must be because I have clobbered you so many times there ... and now it is just mushy and gushy from all My punches and strikes.: She teased and derided and laughed at my expense again. "Besides, you know full well that you couldn't stop me even if you wanted to ... you are such a push-over." now, for any other man, that would of been an extreme insult, but as a submissive, i counted that as high praise indeed, and grinned from bloody ear, to bloody ear.

i asked Her to take some pics while i cleaned up my bloody face in the bathroom. the results are posted here for Y/your enjoyment.

i sat down ... and exclaimed, "i had no idea a calendar could do so much damage." .... keeping the pressure on my busted nose, i continued ..."is it possible to die from too many inflicted paper cuts?" She laughed loudly and bawdily and slapped me hard in the face.  "you'll live."  i continued and told  Her how much i had missed our rough play.  She sighed and said ... "I know ... I know..." but would not commit to anything beyond that recognition. W/we embraced and hugged tightly after the beatdown. i hugged Her so tightly ... i did not want to release Her and let Her go. i kind of felt like She felt the same way. W/we hugged each other tightly three or four more times like this. at one point, i thought that She was going to squeeze the stuffing out of me. :)

as She prepared to leave, i loaded up Her remaining boxes and put them in the back seat of Her car. as i was bending over to position them, She launched kick after hard front kick into my ass. i couldn't move, because she was kicking me so hard.

i heard Her playfully scold me.. "Are you landing on my boxes and breaking them?" i tried to pull out and respond, but She continued to pin me in the vehicle with Her flying kicks, and uncquenchable mocking laughter.

i paid for Her gas, and tried to go in and pay for it, but She stopped me ...
"Have you looked at yourself? there is no way that you are going in there looking like that!" grabbing my collar She spun me around, then grabbing the money out of my hand saying, "I'll pay, and you pump."

i finished pumping, and W/we got in Her car.
She smiled at me then smirked and said, "You know, I should just make you get out and walk home looking like that. It would be so amusing!" She giggled a bit

"do you want me to? ... you know i would." i was so eager to please Her it was downright pathetic.
"Yes i know... i do know. Let me drop you off .. i need to get back before it really starts raining.

... W/we embraced and hugged each other in Her car before finally saying goodbye.

"I'm sorry I didn't get you a Christmas gift. I just didn't have the money to this year."
She turned the key in the ignition, Miley Cyrus started singing, Wrecking Ball.on the radio. i kinda felt like a wrecking ball at this point.

..."thats ok." i said,
"what happened today, more than made up for it."  She winked, gave me another quick hug and then drove off.

a happy fish

my Mistress asked me to look after Her neighbor's fish for a few days while they were on vacation. being a fish myself, i was more than happy to comply. :>)

can't you keep up?.

this is just so intense and utterly amazing! i love the image of an athletic woman who possesses the drive and determination to plow forward regardless of the environment or conditions. with so much power and momentum, She forcibly pulls Her man along with Her. She is the impetus for moving forward. he has no choice, and there is just no stopping Her.

i'm breathless ... whoa!

simple things

sometimes it is just the little subtle things ... 

... being asked to carry Her tennis shoes, She had previously worn, to Her car.
    ... a playful, direct slap across the face, while driving with Her.
        ... the way She narrows Her eyes then looks at me, as She makes a fist.
            ... a well aimed, intentional kick to the shin 
                ... a quiet hug in the dark. 

Happy New Year to all of Y/you!  May 2014 be a good year for U/us all!

~sushichum~ :>)