That's a nice curve you've got there!

Sean took this photo this morning*. It shows of a side of me you've never seen before. Do you like it?

This weekend, we're letting you take the lead in The Weekender. Is there something you want to know? About us, about the lifestyle, about our history, about knot-tieing... Ask away. We'll post our response this Sunday.

Here are some previous Q&A:

• If you were a dog, what kind of dog would you be?
• Would you ever invite me over to have a threesome?
• What is the darkest fantasy you have?
• Is this your first time you've both engaged in BDSM? How did it start?
• What are some limits you've made and how did you come to them?
• Where do you see yourselves in 5 years time?

*Image removed

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The Weekender #6: How far will this go? (Part Two)

It's my turn to answer Deb's question:

I am curious as to how far you will take this? Say in 5 years where would you like to see yourselves as far as being Master/sub? Are you working towards a goal in training or something like that? Is there a place you want to be at in the future in this?

This is something I've been giving some thought, and having read Sean's response, I feel I can now answer fully.

My main goal, not only in submission to Sean but in everyday life, is to get over my depression. I first recognised that I had depressive tendencies when I was 19. However, it took me a long time to come out of denial and recognise it as a problem - so I think I had been depressive since I moved towns, which was when I was 16. During that period in my life I became withdrawn, my self esteem went to the rock bottom, my confidence and personal hygiene with it, I had no direction (even though I was doing A-Levels, I wasn't really into it), I slept all the time and - in the latter stages when I was 19 - I spent a couple of hours each night crying without a reason. It took me a long time to realise that I had a problem. When I did, Sean confided in me certain problems he'd been too afraid to tell me about before. The main problem was that our sex life had dwindled away, and in the end we solved that by lots of talking and eventually starting this blog. The other problems have been harder to fix, but we're getting there. In fact, the biggest problem we have only recently tackled, and hopefully resolved (This isn't the time to go into it, but basically we've just managed to massively open up the communication channels between us again).

So, I'm hoping to be able to reset myself, if you like, to how I was before the black dog bit me. I'm hoping that Sean will be able to guide me away from self-destructive thoughts and behaviours by laying down some ground rules and helping me stick to them. I'm the type of person that thrives on having a daily and weekly routine, and I believe that if I can work one out then I'd be a much 'better' person.

In five years time I want to be in a stable environment (we would have both graduated by then and be settled in jobs... hopefully), having a daily routine that lets me both look after the house and please Sean. I would have just celebrated my 26th birthday, and so by then we'll probably be thinking about marriage and possibly starting a family. So even though the environment would be stable, it'd by no means be boring!

Has M/s got a place in a newly-wed relationship? I think so. I'd so very much like to have the lines "love, honour and obey" in my wedding vows, though I think it's something I think my mother would frown upon. But by then, I wouldn't care so much about what she thinks as I am my own person.

That's another point I'd like to make before I finish. I do not want to come to the stage where I become a doormat. From what I've read that's not the point in becoming a slave anyway, so that's reassuring. I just want to be pleasing to my master and iron out any mannerisms that annoy him and learn new ones that he finds pleasing. I also found these rules a while ago. While I think I'll write some more about them at some other time, perhaps when we decide to add some more to our collection, I'd just like to point out now that I love the idea that some of these rules point out. The master that wrote them wants his slaves to be feminine and sexy, to do everything as a lady and with grace and do it in such a way that other women realise how good it is to submit to such a powerful man. I'd love to be able to do that. We'll just have to see.

Oh, and one more thing (This post is dangerously close to becoming a stream of consciousness), I'd love for Sean to get something out of it too. I'd love for him to become a stronger willed man, one who isn't going to be pushed around and talked into things. I really do hope that he gets something like that out of this M/s relationship too.

Well, I'm done.
Good night all.

The Weekender: How far will this go?

Thanks to Deb this week for her question:

I am curious as to how far you will take this? Say in 5 years where would you like to see yourselves as far as being Master/sub? Are you working towards a goal in training or something like that? Is there a place you want to be at in the future in this?

Well, today, we have decided to each respond to the question. So, me first.

I'm really not sure. As we mentioned before, we don't really have many limits yet, because we haven't taken it far enough. Mel still has yet to use a safeword, despite me being harder and harder with her. Though it turns me on, my upbringing tells me it is wrong to hit a girl, so I find it hard, even though Mel wants it.

I think Mel and I are taking it slowly, exploring. We don't really have a direction yet, though I think we are getting nearer to having one. We only have 5 basic rules, which can be found here. Addressed in the rules are things that we both want. For example, Mel must go to the gym frequently. She must stay under a certain weight. This is not because she is overweight, but because we both don't want her to become overweight. I'm not into skinny girls, nor am I into big girls. I like mine around Mels size (corny as it may sound). She is a size 12-14 (thats American 10-12, Mel informs me).

I love the size of her breasts, for example. They are lovely, and full, and round, and bouncy, yet they are still small enough to be very firm and not even the slightest bit saggy. In the UK we have a newspaper called "The Sun" which has, on page 3 of every edition, a topless woman. Having worked in a corner shop (and prior to that, been a paper boy), I have seen my fair share of these page 3 girls. They're all quite lovely, but there are few of them who's breasts compare favourably to Mel's. I used to think this was because she was so young, but as she has turned 21 now, and she still beats these models, some of whom are 18, I am very impressed.

Anyway, I feel I have diverged from the question, so I will try and stop thinking about Mel's perfect boobs and go back to what I was saying...

... Oh yes. Rules. So there is the gym one, to keep us both happy about her looks, and also to keep her fit and healthy, which in turn should keep her on top of stress and suchlike. There is also the "audible answer" rule. This is a rule to change Mel's behaviour, for the better. She must give an audible answer to me whenever I ask a question. Nodding is not good enough. It must be audible. To me.

There are very few things I want to change about Mel, but one of them is some of the mannerisms that she has got from her mother. Mel's mum is a lovely lady, and I get on fine with her. But there are still things about her that rub me up the wrong way, for example she seems to have very strong opinions, with very little room for alternatives. I now can stand up to these, and hold my own, as I have been with Mel for long enough. But in the early days, I didn't want to for fear I would not be able to see Mel so much. So I held my tongue.

One example is the statement "Errr!". Not a questioning "Umm" or a pause in speaking "er...", but a forceful, you are doing something wrong, "Errr!". The exclamation mark is almost pronounced! Mel did this to me once, when I was closing a door, not realising that she wanted to go through it. It's the sort of sound that should raise a guilty feeling. However, from Mel it raised anger in me, which I unleased vocally immediately: "You are not to speak to me like that! That is how your mother speaks and it is highly disrespectful. I have done nothing wrong and I will not have it from you. Do you understand?"

Mel cowered, and nodded, pausing only slightly before remembering to say "yes" before I noticed that she didn't give an audible answer. I am pleased to say that I did not have to give her any punishment (it is my mind that a slave doesn't deserve punishment if she does something that she doesn't realise is wrong, unless she has already been told about it). She has not done it again since, knowing that her bottom will really smart if she does.

Another Mel's mum thing is the statement "Thats a bit much." What a useless statement. It doesn't convey any reasoning behind why you disagree. Just that you disagree. I think it is given by a gut reaction that says "don't like that," but has no reasoning or justification to back it up. It is never elaborated upon, it is almost seen as a conversation stopper. I hate it. Mel said it to me once since moving in together, and she has not said it again.

OK, I must stop talking about the past and start on the future...

... In 5 years time, I want a very obedient, happy and loving slave. I want Mel to do her chores and clean up behind herself without me having to tell her to. I want her to become a tidier, more organised person, more for her sake than mine. I want her to be open and honest, and not afraid to share her mind, no matter how dark her thoughts. I want her to ask for my guidance when she needs it, and to really listen to the advice I give. I want a much larger list of rules that we have both agreed upon. I want to know that any concerns that either of us have can be openly expressed and discussed, and be solved between us.

Many of these goals are already mostly met, many need working on. But I am happy with progress, and I look forward to being able to marry Mel, knowing that no matter what happens, we will always have each other, and all problems will be solved before they really become problems at all.

In answer to the question: we will take this as far as we are both comfortable and happy with, and no further. We do not yet know where that limit lies.

Sorry for all the divergences, I hope this answered the question! And remember: we do not have a question yet for next weekend, so get those comment juices flowing! Ask anything, we ain't shy!

Mel will type out her answer to the question tomorrow, but now we are going to bed ;)

Good night all (or morning, afternoon, evening, depending on timezone!),

Sean.

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Shaven Haven

Isn't it just?

Yum...

I love my shaven slave. Head is just so much easier to give! And more enjoyable too!

Night all,

Sean.

It's time for YOU to take the lead

The weekender is coming up and we don't have a question to answer!

Sean and I have decided that it's time for us to let you take the lead. I sit here each night trying to think of things to write, and in the end we just don't know how well it'll go down. That's why this weekend we're giving you the opportunity to ask us a question. It can be anything you like from, "How did you meet?" through to elaborating on a post I've written. There are a few exceptions, we won't give out our address for example. But those sort of exceptions are hopefully obvious. We'll post our answers here on Sunday / Monday. We generally answer questions in the order we recieve them, and let them queue up.

Like I've already said, we never know how well a post will go down, so show some support and ask what ever is on your mind. You can leave it as a comment or e-mail me at mels.smblog@googlemail.com if you want to remain anon.

Here are the previous questions. Was there one you felt we didn't answer fully?

• If you were a dog, what kind of dog would you be?
• Would you ever invite me over to have a threesome?
• What is the darkest fantasy you have?
• Is this your first time you've both engaged in BDSM? How did it start?
• What are some limits you've made and how did you come to them?

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Birthday Celebrations

Sometime over the last two weeks I celebrated my 21st birthday. It was a celebration I will never forget...

"Happy birthday," Sean told me as he passed me a couple of presents. It didn't matter that they were in see-though plastic bags, as I already knew what they were anyway. We had ordered them from an E-Bay shop a few days before and they had arrived in plenty of time for Sean to use them on my special day.

My smile turned into a grin as I opened the packets, one by one, and felt the leather. In one bag, two black and purple leather ankle cuffs. In another, a wide leather paddle. In the last, well these were for Sean really, some handy steel double-ended trigger hooks. Just the perfect things to compliment and enchance my collection of bondage wear.

"So, ready for those 21 spanks?" Sean asked. I looked at him with wide eyes and nodded. "Well, I'm just popping downstairs, get naked and get all four cuffs on," he told me. As he went I got to work. I pulled off my clothes with ease and then set about putting the new ankle cuffs on. The leather was stiff, but had promise of softening with regular use. It easily warmed in my hands, and the inside was smooth, so they were quite a pleasure to wear. The buckles, too, were stiff, but with the same promise that they'll be easier to handle once they've been used for a while. I grabbed my matching wrist cuffs from the side table, noting how much softer they were after the regular wear they've had over the last one (two?) years. Waiting quietly on the bed, I picked up the leather paddle. Well this was it, our first official spanking toy - a toy crafted and bought with spanking in mind. Will it hurt?

I didn't have enough time to try it out on my own as just at that moment, Sean came back into the room. He smiled at my naked body, his gaze taking in everything.
"What are you doing with that?" he asked, nodding towards the paddle in my hand.
"I was wondering what it'd feel like," I told him.
"Well, let's find out shall we?" he asked. I smiled.
"Now," he said, "you do know you're getting this because you asked for it? It's not because you've been naughty."
I nodded. I knew that. It also ment that if I didn't like it I could say so and it would stop.
"Lie down over my knee, then." he instructed.
I did so. He ran his hand over my bare backside, taking his time, loving my smooth skin. I bit my lip, anxiety rising as he drew the moment out.

He lay the paddle against my skin, noting how much of my bottom it covered and getting a feel of it's weight, before rising it above me. I closed my eyes, it's easier that way. I waited for what felt like an eternity.

*SLAP*

Wow, now that was nice! Actually, that was more than -

*SLAP*

- more than nice! That was good! That was -

*SLAP*

- actually pleasureable!

"How is it?" Sean asked me.
"Good!" I replied.
"Right," he said, "let's increase it, shall we?"

Although he did indeed increase the hardness of the spanks to try to match those he gives me with the spoon, the sensation was completely different. There was no hard thud of the wooden spoon, it was purely sting. It didn't really cause me pain, though it did (of course) cause discomfort. My bottom glowed as he saw me though to 21 spanks. The highest number of spanks he'd dared give me in one go. And I loved it!

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UK Law relating to BDSM could soon change

In Britain, our law makers are trying their hardest to protect us. They've decided that this protection should also include sheltering us away from "harmful" material. This, unfortunately, includes certain types of pornography. First, it includes beastiality. Second on the list is necrophilia. The criminalising of these two acts is nothing new in Britain. The third is what the BDSM community is worried about. The third is "serious violence in a sexual context and serious sexual violence".

What does that mean?

Well, a lot of people in the BDSM scene have been asking that question and concerns have been raised about the legality of two consenting adults taking pictures of their own acts for their own private viewing at a later stage.

Fear not!

The government announced their proposals way back in August last year and since then it has had a lot of help in defining certain terms. The words "extreme acts" and "serious sexual violence" have been replaced by less catch-all definitions.

Currently, the proposal states that pornographic material would need to meet these criteria to be deemed as illegal:

"In summary, material would need to be:
(a) pornographic [By this we mean material that has been solely or primarily produced for the purpose of sexual arousal.]
(b) explicit
(c) real or appears to be real act (these would be objective tests for the jury)

It would cover:
(i) serious violence*
(ii) intercourse or oral sex with an animal
(iii) sexual interference with a human corpse
*by serious violence we mean appears to be life threatening or likely to result in serious, disabling injury."

So it doesn't seem as bad as it did two months ago. With this proposal, it seems that those who have images of almost any BDSM activity would still be viewing them legally. The "serious violence" term was going to be defined as GBH, but this was objected to by various BDSM organisations for being too broad a term and has been replaced by the term above: "Appears to be life threatening or likely to result in serious, disabling injury"

What would happen to anyone who had this illegal material? You'd face a maximum prison sentence of three years and be put on the Sexual Offenders List. This is something we cannot risk, due to the careers we both want when we graduate.

With all this in mind, possibly the only images we'll be showing are the weekly HNTs. This is just to cover our backs until the new laws are finalised and passed through (It also said in the proposal that the new laws are to be passed "as soon as the Parliamentary timetable allows"). This is because we, as students, are detached from the "real world" of current affairs and we live in our own shell, only buying a newspaper once in a blue moon, and surfing News Sites even less often. We don't want to be caught out when the law changes, especially seeing as we probably won't know when it has changed.

The proposal, and the response to the public consultation (from which the above expert is taken) can be found via SM Pride. Another site to visit is Backlash, an umbrella company founded to protect the rights of BDSM practitioners.

Sugasm #47

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The Weekender #5: The absence of limits?

This week we are going to tackle David's question: What are some limits that the two of you have made and how did you come to them?

This question has posed both of us some problems. I've been musing over it all weekend and have come to this conclusion: We haven't formally sat down and defined any limits. I haven't sat down and thought about it on my own. I have no idea where Sean's limits lie. Is it a bad thing that in the five or six years we've been sleeping together we haven't talked about what we wouldn't feel comfortable doing?

There are a few things I know Sean wouldn't like, but as a sub I wouldn't do them anyway. For example, though Sean likes being restrained, he doesn't like having pain inflicted on him. I lightly brush my teeth over his back, but I stop before biting on him like he likes to do to me. He has reinforced this many times, saying things like "No, just lightly,"

There are many things I have found since beginning this blog that I didn't know existed and I would class as a limit. For instance - something I think I have mentioned to Sean once or twice - I don't like the look of certain types of bondage, where the woman's breasts turn positively blue. It looks very painful, and can't be good for her circulation. I'm also completely turned off by the idea of needle play. I've seen photos of needles puncturing breasts, thighs, wrists... anywhere possible. I hate looking at images of blood play too, that's too much into the realms of edge play for me. Sean's concurred on those occasions where he'll read me a sex story found on the Internet, and will comment afterwards if he enjoyed it or not. He seems to agree with my tastes, and therefore we've never really sat down to talk about it.

The only other thing I don't feel comfortable is when I feel too closed in. Ironic, isn't it, that a woman who loves tight bondage is also claustrophobic. In the last few years I've paid attention to when my claustophobia comes on, and it only seems to be triggered when the air around my face is hot. I feel like I'm being suffocated. (Again, a strange thing for a woman who loves breath play to say) So a situation like that on the left would make me feel very concerned, my breathing would quicken and in the end I'd panic.

We do have a safety net for if one of us feels uncomfortable. I hate to say it, as most hard-core BDSM-ers don't believe in it, but we do have a system of safety words. It's a kind of traffic lights system - "orange" for slow down and "red" for stop. I don't think I've ever used them, but if I needed to I would. We thought, as well as having the "stop-right-now" word, we'd have a "slow down, not so hard, I don't really like it, but I liked what you were doing just now" word. We both thought that that would be the sensible way of doing things.

There are other things I haven't mentioned yet, that would be a limit for a woman in a vanilla relationship; things such as anal sex, sex during my period and watersports. These things I don't particularly want to do. But as I sit here and type this, I remember saying once that I'd never swallow a man's come. Now, six years later, I'm doing so nearly every day. There are limits that I'll always have and others that, in the future, can be pushed back.

Do you have a question for us? Ask by leaving a comment, or if you want to remain anon then send an e-mail at mels.smblog@googlemail.com. Anything from the personal to the philosophical... all questions are allowed. We aren't shy!

Half-Nekkid in the Garden

Well, today we're meant to be taking photos of us being Half-Nekkid in the garden. So we rushed to the garden, and what did we find? It was raining. I do wonder why they've made world naked gardening day in September, that's surely too late in the year? Rain, rain, rain.

Oh well, that just means you get to see me wearing just a rain mac. Aren't you lucky? Click the image and it'll be bigger*.

Don't forget to get your questions in for The Weekender. Whatever's on your mind, we'll endeavour to answer it. Personal or philosophy... or personal philosophy, we don't mind. In fact, we're both comment whores - we love to hear from every one.

For more Half-Nekkid fun, visit Os.

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The weekender #4: The beginnings of our lifestyle

This week we delve into our history. From David:

Have either of you done any bdsm before with other people or is this your first time? How did it come about? Did one of you bring it up to the other, or did it just happen naturally?

Now, we could spank David for asking too many questions at one time. But we'll let him off, just this once.

As I think we have mentioned in passing before, Sean is the first (and only) guy I've slept with, and I am the first (and only) girl Sean has slept with. Which can make things interesting in this day and age. We discovered BDSM together, and by no means is our exploration over.

I have two distinct memories of when we both realised we wanted something more out of our vanilla relationship. The first, as I started to explore last week, was when I told Sean about my rape fantasy. Instead of being shocked, Sean replied with a more reassuring answer, "Lots of women have that fantasy, maybe we'll try it out one day." As I said last week, perhaps by my telling him that fantasy, he knew it was okay to be a little rough with me. And here we are some two years later, maintaining a S&M Blog. The other that I remember was a late night chat before going to sleep. I cannot remember the circumstances, but I ended up trying to define the apparent differences between Sean and I. In two sentences, I summed it up quite succinctly: Sean would prefer to be tied up and receive pleasure. I would prefer to be tied up and be forced to give pleasure. We were discussing the idea of only either giving or receiving for the rest of eternity, and this was the answer we came up with. I think there are few people who would chose giving, and Sean noted that at the time. That's when I realised there was something different about me.

Around the same time as that discussion, we had some novelty handcuffs come into our possession. This was some three or four years ago. We soon discovered that we both liked being restrained. Sean liked being unable to move freely and receiving pleasure. I liked being unable to move freely and giving pleasure. Sadly, the handcuffs broke and for a while that left us without a means of carrying on our newly found play.

So one day, around six months later, when we were in a poundstore (everything for £1) Sean spied some rope. He looked at me with a playful smile and whispered in my ear "Something to tie you up with," I smiled a bashful smile as he added some dog chains to the basket along with the rope. I felt sure that the cashier would see my flushed cheeks and know instantly what we were going to use this odd assortment of items for, but she just served us normally and we went about the rest of our business down town.

The rope wasn't really what we thought it was going to be. It was thin and stiff, and the knots easily slipped undone, and the thinness of it cut too much into the flesh. But the chains! They worked like a dream. We still use them a lot now. I love the feel of them over my skin, and Sean likes being able to cool them down to cause me (or him) to shiver.

So you could say that our exploration into BDSM started with light Bondage. The S&M followed very quickly behind. I had made apparent to Sean that I liked to struggle, to have rough sex. This started with encouraging him to hold my wrists down during play, and pretty soon things just carried on naturally. I made it clear to him that I enjoyed the feel of him grazing his teeth over my flesh, and with time this increased to actual biting. He bites me regularly (though, never breaking the skin) now, but still holds that he is not a sadist. I remember a post that I wrote early on with the title Maybe I really am masochist? where I started to explore my concern over my liking pain.

I think when I started to tell him I liked pain, we tentatively explored spanking too. I was probably the one who suggested it, though we don't remember. The spanking didn't really come into play until after we'd explored D/S. This didn't really happen until we'd decided to start up our blog. By December last year, Sean had introduced me to the sex blog scene. Before then I had little idea of what a blog was; I had no idea about the large sex blog scene out there. Suddenly I was immersed in this world of bondage, submission, sadomasochism and more. I learned what BDSM was. I found out that there were people out there who lived as slaves and masters. There were housewives out there who lived by rules set by their spouses. Rules that even included shaving down there. I couldn't believe it. Don't get me wrong, I knew that there were things like hard-core bondage (Sean and I had already been regularly visiting Hogtied, left), I just didn't and couldn't understand that there were people who lived it day to day. The more I read the more I learned. I was already aware that Sean knew more about it than I did. He's generally a lot less naive than I am. Even now I have an air of innocence that he often calls cute.

By the end of December, Sean and I decided to take the plunge and set up a blog of our own. We called it S&M Blog (a delightful coincidence as it could be Sean & Mel or Sadism & Masochism) and our first post was on January the 9th 2006. It took me three days to write one post about one night. It took me quite a while to settle down into writing regularly about our sex life, but I found it was a good way to communicate with Sean about how our nights went. We carried on maintaining our blog, passing the three month mark was something of an achievement and told other bloggers out there that we were serious about maintaining a blog. We drew inspiration for our - what I was quickly learning to call - scenes from other sex blogs. Eros Blog was a place Sean regularly visited, and that's where he got the idea about having me under the desk (the subject of our first post). That was also the place he showed me that introduced me to the rest of the sex blog scene.

The first post I wrote referred to Sean as 'Master', something I hadn't done before. Without knowing it, I had opened up the way for us to try a little D/S to see if we liked it. We liked it a lot. It slowly began to filter outside the bedroom. Friends started to comment on my willingness to do as Sean asked. "You've got her well trained," one of Sean's female friends remarked. My heart fluttered. If only she knew even half of it! The D/S lead back to Discipline, something we've explored on this blog quite a lot recently. I guess you could say we've now covered all the bases of BDSM - the bondage, discipline, domination & submission and sadomasochism. We're liking all the bases a lot.

May our journey continue!


Next week, we'll answer the rest of David's question: What are some limits that the two of you have made and how did you come to them?

If you have a question you'd like answering drop us a line. You can leave a comment or send us an e-mail at mels.smblog@googlemail.com if you want to remain anonymous. We only have that question left so ask us some more! It could be anything, vanilla or raunchy. You decide.

Hehe. My 'word verification' for this post is "cuffed" :)

Hanging from the rafters

First, to get the excitement out of the way: Yes it was me who was Os's Mystery Guest yesterday! I'd been waiting for a while for my pic to come up, I think it was one of the better ones, and I was going to use it for an HNT myself. Then I thought, why not send it to Os? So I did, and then it came up! Yey! Thanks to every one who commented yesterday, both on the pic I posted here and on the pic at Views from the Back Row. Also, now you may know my secret. I'm not even 21! But that's going to change in a couple of weeks. Then I'll be a big girl :) For those of you who didn't see the Mystery Guest pic yesterday, here it is again*. Now to get to the main part of my post...

Sean walked down the stairs. As I stood at the doorway to the bedroom, he looked back at me, smiled at my naked body and told me, "Get your cuffs". I scurried off to find them. As I emerged from the bedroom, strapping my cuffs round my wrists, my eyes widened in wonder. Sean had found the dog chains and had one of them looped around the banister. The chain dangled down to the stairs below. Just what was he planning?

He looked up at me from one of the lower stairs, and motioned for me to come see him. I smiled when I saw what he had set up. The chain dangled at just the right height for me to reach when standing on the ground floor. He told me to raise my hands, and I did so, standing on the bottom step. He brushed against me, my nostrils filling with the smell of fresh sweat. Mmmm. Within no time, my hands were held above my head by the chain.

Sean gazed into my eyes. "Step down," he commanded. I shock my head, "I can't," I said, fearing that I wouldn't touch the floor. "Do you trust me?" he asked. I nodded. "Then step down," he told me. I closed my eyes, stepping down on to the floor. To my surprise, I found I could reach the floor, just, standing on my tip toes.

"Now," he said, reaching behind me for something, "you've been bad today, haven't you?"
"Yes Sir," I answered. Not even an hour before I had repeatedly neglected to address him in the proper manner. My breath stopped in my throat when I saw what it was Sean had grabbed from behind me. A carabiner to clamp on one of my nipples! I instantly tried to turn away from him. Carabiners sting. I knew deep down that my resistance would only add to my punishment, but still I tried to keep away.

A sharp sting on my bottom. He'd spanked my bare with his hand! "Stay still," he told me, "Or it'll be worse."

Eventually I gave in; as each time I moved, a sharp slap landed on my bottom. Resisting was pointless. My Master, keeping his loving side apparent, slowly placed the carabiner on my nipple, making sure it closed gently so as not to cause damage.

"You've been very naughty," he told me, and I knew I was bound to get more slaps. And here they came. One! Two! Three! They carried on coming, no pause between them, each time I swung freely, causing the carabiner to tug on my nipple, causing me further pain.

When he was done, Sean moved away from me. The hallway light was turned off, and he climbed the stairs. I was left, naked, strung from the banister, hardly touching the floor. I had to think about how much of a bad girl I had been...

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Innocence

She sat by the waterside all alone. The day was hot, the flies buzzing around starting to annoy her. She looked around, no one was here. It was just her, the horrid flies and the large cool lake. She stood up, seeming to come to a decision. Eyes flicking around nervously, the girl lowered her skirt to the floor, moments later letting it be joined by her shirt.

Suddenly, she crouched down, all confidence lost. Someone was here after all, she was sure she just heard a man quietly chuckle. She sat, with her knees drawn under her chin for a long while, glancing around her, trying to place where the noise had come from.

Slowly, after hearing nothing further, her gaze drifted back to the lake. It was so tempting, the temperature of the air making her want to be in there, splashing around. She sat in the burning sun, nude save for her white underwear.

After being sure that no-one was around after all, she once again stood up, but this time ran to the shore. As soon as she was deep enough in the cool water, she dived and the sudden shock of the colder deeper, water was enough to delight her, sending welcome shivers through her body when she surfaced.

Something wasn't right. She could feel it around her ankle, an unusual slippery feeling. For a moment she thought it must be seaweed, but that idea vanished in an instant as she felt it start to crawl up her leg. Something was crawling up her leg. Underwater. Something cold and slippery.

Without thinking, the nineteen year old screamed, thrashing in the water, trying desperately to get back to the shore. It was no use, the thing, what ever it was, was pulling her out of her depth! She kicked with her legs, churning the surface water into white foam. This isn't happening! It can't be!

There was a second thing now, clawing at her thigh. A third, pressing on her back... There were more around her legs, pulling her down.

As her face submerged under the water for the last time, the girl let out a final scream, a cry for help, a plea to be let go. She looked down into the water, saw the thing holding her breast, and knew that all chance of escape was lost...


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DoS: Denial of [sexual] Service

My eyes snap open with a start. I try to move my hips, something there is hurting.

The same moment I try to move, Sean moves off of me with an "ah" and leans over for something. The next moment, he's back and I realise he's rubbing some lube on me. I guess I must've been too dry for him.

My panic melts away as Sean penetrates me for a second time, now I know what's going on I can relax and let him carry on...

I wake up again as Sean sinks his teeth into my neck. Had I really just difted back off to sleep as he was fucking me? His pace has increased and, to my delight, I find I am on the verge of orgasm. I thrust my hips forward, a wanton groan escaping my lips, as I try to have him as close to me as possible. I writhe with passion, my toes curling, I am so close. My moans no longer held back, I press his bottom with my hands, holding him close, willing myself into orgasm before he -

"No." Sean pulls away from me. I whimper.
"Why?" I ask, though I know full well why.
"You're on denial," he tells me, thrusting into me once again, but at a slower pace.
DAMNIT! God Damn Gym! If I had only gone to the gym yesterday, like a good girl, I would be allowed my release.

My Master is starting to enforce the rules.

What other option is there for me to take, other than follow the rules and go to the gym?

I'll tell you the other option. It's this: By having plenty of sexual contact, but not being allowed a release, my base level of arousal is increasing. With each hour I can feel my lust for Sean rising. It's at a level now that it hasn't reached for quite a while. Maybe since before this blog was created. Maybe even since before I started Uni. That's a year ago.

For the first time in a year, I have a burning desire between my legs. I'm sat here, all wet and ready and waiting for Sean. I would jump on him tonight, give him the ride of his life... if I wasn't so shy about it, and if I knew I would get my release. (Is that me trying to bribe him? No, because I know he wouldn't fall for it). This feeling is almost alien to me. I don't know how to handle it. Earlier, when I could no longer concentrate on my work, I went and sat by his feet. If he had ordered me to, I would have gladly ripped open his pants and sucked on his cock like it was the last time I would ever give head. Instead, he looked down at me with a bemused smile on his face. "Why are you down there?" he asked. I told him I needed a break from the computer. He said he did too, got up and went downstairs to the bathroom. I sat on the floor feeling like a fool, wondering why I hadn't told him I had this burning desire.

It's almost my day-dream coming true. Except I'm not trapped in a room.

I really must go to the gym tomorrow.

The weekender #3: Your questions answered

This week, I will attempt to answer deb's question:

I would be curious to know what the darkest fantasy is that both of you have?

From the moment I read this question, some three weeks ago, I knew I'd be the one answering it; for the simple reason that Sean insists he "doesn't really have many fantasies, let alone dark ones". I've been musing it over since the question came up and I've come to some conclusions. First, we must be rather boring people as we actually had to think about this one. Really hard. Second, the fantasy that I finally realised is the answer is rather dark, is likely to offend someone but is also the fantasy of many women (who never admit it to themselves, let alone to the large numbers of countless, faceless people who browse Sex Blogs).

My dark fantasy can be summed up in one word. Rape.

I've known about rape for as long as I've known about sex. When I first realised it for what it was - that is, the act of one person having un-consentual sex with another person - rape was nothing more than a threat. It went along with all of the other sayings my mother threw at me - "Eat your crusts, your hair will go curly" [I've never figured that one out, I have always eaten the crusts on my sandwiches and my hair is as straight as a ruler], "Don't go out in the rain without a coat, you'll get a cold" and "Don't come home alone in the dark, you'll get raped". For a very long time - pretty much all through my teens - I became paranoid when walking in the dark, whether on my own or not. The rape threat is perhaps the only threat my parents threw at me that I took to heart.

There is one specific night that I clearly remember when the word rape took on a whole new meaning. Being an insomniac, I used to read each night until I felt sleepy. This meant that I got through books rather fast; usually reading from 10pm through to 3 or 4am. Eventually I began running out of books that I hadn't read to death, and I began on the books that my mother had handed down to me, books that sat in their dust jackets and looked rather boring. I figured that their being boring would be an advantage and I would fall asleep sooner. In a way, I was eventually right.

On this specific night, I had started a book called "Yesterday in the Back Lane", about a woman living in Second World War Britain. It started off rather dismally, and I began to wonder why I hadn't thought of reading the boring books earlier. The particular paragraphs I remember reading occurred on Christmas Eve. The heroine was walking down the back alley when all of a sudden she was shoved to the ground by a man. The details weren't fully described, but she ends up escaping him by stabbing him with the knife she was taking home to cut the turkey. She keeps "pure" by committing murder. I read the pages with wide eyes, and once the fun was over and she was at home feeling guilty, I went back and read it again. I pored over the words, taking in every detail I could and making up the things the author didn't describe. While the words said that the heroine lay under the man, and all she could think about was how strange it was that she was being "interfered with" while listening to the news from somebody's house; I imagined how he had thrown her to the ground, fumbled under her skirt and roughly pulled down her panties, all the while holding both her wrists in her other hand and forcing his groin into her.

An odd, unknown, tingling sensation rose in my tummy. While reading the same chapter for the third time, I unconsciously ground my groin into the mattress. A surge of heat rose from between my legs. Without my knowing, a powerful feeling of lust rose inside me, the unfamiliar sensation begging me to put my hands there.

That night was the first night I had ever masturbated. It was wonderful, though come the morning I felt extremely guilty. I didn't mention it to anyone through out the whole day and when, that evening, my father used the rape threat on me before I went out, my heart fluttered and for the second time ever I felt that tingle between my thighs.

I didn't mention my fantasy to anyone for quite a few years. Despite my attempts at hinting to my first serious boyfriend, he wouldn't even hold my wrists the way I imagined I'd like. When I started getting serious with Sean - my one and only shag - I found that, in just the same way, he wouldn't be rough with me. That changed when it became apparent to me that he was definitely the person I wanted to be with for the rest of my life. Suddenly, I found I wanted to tell him about everything - my one attempt at suicide with my best mate, my alternative beliefs, my perceived sexuality... and my rape fantasy. The rape fantasy was the last thing I told him, and I chickened out and told him by text message. His reply was something I wasn't expecting. It was along the lines of "Lots of women have that fantasy, maybe we'll try it out one day" and was the start of our exploration into rough play. Perhaps by my telling him that fantasy, he knew it was okay to be a little rough with me. And here we are some two years later, maintaining a S&M Blog.


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Twisty games

10:30 am: Mel wakes up. "Hmmm... It's Thursday today, mustn't forget to post our HNT photo"

12 noon: "Yep. I know, it's getting late. I'll just go check Os's site and see who else has posted already today."

12 midnight: Mel puts the last touches on the new BlogStormz! site, ready to show Artful Dodger. The new BlogStormz! isn't going live until the 2nd BTW.

1:30 am: "Shit! It's Thursday! I'd better get up the photo before it's too late! Damn. I am late, it's Friday already. Oh well..."

I hope you enjoy my belated photo*, dear readers.

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