Looking forward to 2019
New Years Eve 2018. The new year 2019 is just an hour and a half away and I need just one more post to past last year"s amount of 42. I have several underway, but none ready for publishing. I have done my Christmas stuff a song and a poem if you haven't seen them. As for 2018 I feel that I have grown as a writer and look forward to writing even more. I am even thinking of trying some of the writing apps to earn some money just to start out. Who know it might just lead to something. One is aloud to dream. But as for this post I am just doing some resolutions for the new year. Stuff to improve my submissive side.
First I am starting with the goal of shedding 2 lbs a week this whole year. That is a goal that is small and do able, and if successful I will reach a more pleasant image of myself.
2: Comply with my doctor and change my eating to remove foods known to cause inflammation. Which should encourage me to be more active and moving more.
3: Reward myself if successful in losing 70 LBS with a visit to a Dominatrix
4: Provide a monthly post to update my progress. This will keep me accountable to somebody.
5: Allow myself to purchase clothes for myself. I always put the needs of others ahead of mine. So to increase my wardrobe from 4 shirts, 2 pair of pants. 7 boxes. 12 soaks, 1 pair of boots. 1 winter coat and a pair of gloves.
6: I want to spend more time chatting to others interested in BDSM.
7: Go to a munch or two, meet the local crowd that may lead to some play partners.
8: I purchased a vibrating egg that is controlled by a smartphone. It would be fun to find someone interested in controlling me with it.
9: I need to get myself some actual toys. Cuffs, gag, blindfold, clamps, a plug, paddle, tens unit and maybe even some smart padlocks for some LDR bondage with someone. Anybody interested.
10: Too connect with a particular Mistress to finally submit my mind into her hypnotic slave with hypnosis.
I guess that is it. Kind of looks like a Letterman top 10 list. I do hope that I can relie on you guys to keep my nose to the grind stone, and please don't let me get of scot-free if I fail. If I do I am submitting myself to the comments of this blog. Remind me that I am a sub to this blog, and your comments are my Mistress. Midnight nears and this needs to be posted, So HAPPY NEW. See you in 2019.
Kinky 12 days of Xmas
On the first day of Christmas, my Mistress gave to me. Some time in the corner on my knees.
On the second day of Christmas, my Mistress gave to me. Two Ben Wa balls and some time in the corner on my knees.
On the third day of Christmas, my Mistress gave me. Three butt plugs,
Two Ben Wa balls, and some time in the corner on my knees.
On the fourth day of Christmas, my Mistress gave to me. Four bondage cuffs,
Three butt plugs,
Two Ben Wa balls, and some time in the corner on my knees.
On the fifth day of Christmas, my Mistress gave to me. Fiiiiive pretty slaves.
Four bondage cuffs,
Three Butt plugs,
Two Ben Wa balls, and some time in the corner on my knees.
On the sixth day of Christmas, my Mistress gave to me. Six face slappings.
Fiiiive pretty slaves,
Four bondage cuffs,
Three butt plugs,
Two Ben Wa balls, and some time in the corner on my knees.
On the seventh day of Christmas, my Mistress gave to me. Seven urethral soundings.
Six face slappings,
Fiiiive pretty slaves,
Four bondage cuffs,
Three butt plugs,
Two Ben Wa balls, and some time in the corner on my knees.
On the eighth day of Christmas, my Mistress gave to me. Eight hours of milking.
Seven urethral soundings,
Six face slappings,
Fiiiive pretty slaves,
Four bondage cuffs,
Three butt plugs,
Two Ben Wa balls, and some time in the corner on my knees.
On the ninth day of Christmas, my Mistress gave to me. Nine nipple clampings.
Eight hours of milking,
Seven urethral soundings,
Six face slappings.
Fiiiive pretty slaves.
Four bondage cuffs,
Three butt plugs,
Two Ben Wa balls, and some time in the corner on my knees.
On the tenth day of Christmas, my Mistress gave to me. Ten frustrating edgings.
Nine nipple clampings,
Eight hours of milking,
Seven urethral soundings,
Six face slappings,
Fiiiive pretty slaves,
Four bondage cuffs,
Three butt plugs,
Two Ben Wa balls, and some time in the corner on my knees.
On the eleventh day of Christmas, my Mistress gave to me. Eleven ass whippings.
Ten frustrating edgings,
Nine nipple clampings,
Eight hours of milking,
Seven urethral soundings,
Six face slappings,
Fiiiive pretty slaves,
Four bondage cuffs,
Three butt plugs,
Two Ben Wa balls, and some time in the corner on my knees.
On the twelfth day of Christmas, my Mistress gave to me. Twelve mind-blowing orgasms.
Eleven ass whippings,
Ten frustrating edgings,
Nine nipple clampings,
Eight hours of milking,
Seven urethral soundings,
Six face slappings,
Fiiiive pretty slaves.
Four bondage cuffs,
Three butt plugs,
Two Ben Wa balls,
and some time in the corner on my knees.
For another story follow this link: https://slaveallan68.blogspot.com/2018/12/a-christmas-poem-for-2018.html
A kinky night before Christmas
Once again it is the night before Christmas and all through the house, not a creature was stirring. Not even a slave dressed as a mouse.
Mistress worked hard all day preparing her toys, so she could be on Santa's list like all the other good girls and boys.
Mistress has all her clamps and whips and gags at the ready. For dear old Santa who has been visiting quite steady.
From the shadows, Mistress waits for her elf with a stern frown. For Santa is late coming to her hometown.
But she did not have to wait long, before seeing Santa's new team of eight beautiful ladies pulling his sleigh, and Santa sitting on top singing a Christmas song. The team wore not a stitch, and Santa had them all gaged to ensure that none of them would bitch.
He landed the sleigh gently on the roof. Jumping down he grabbed his bag, some flowers and a bottle that says it's a hundred proof.
He secured his team with some rope to ensure that they would be there when he was ready. Then down the chimney, he came hoping Mistress would be wearing her teddy.
"Your late" Mistress scolded stepping out from a shadow. "Sorry Mistress" he replied. "The team insisted on stopping in the meadow." "I don't want your excuses, you fool" she said. "Now get out of those clothes and lay face down across that stool."
Santa rapidly strips, then laid across the bench, and grabbing it legs with a nervous clench. Mistress moved faster than an elf, as she grabbed some rope from a storage shelf.
She then proceeded to laugh as she ties old St Nick down. While using a taunting voice and saying "Now Santa why that big frown?"
Santa would have replied if it was not for the gag. Mistress just laugh as she opened his bag.
"So what fun toys did you bring me today? They better be good, or your ass is going to pay."
First, she pulled out a new paddle, followed by a black bridle and topping it all off a shiny new saddle.
Next came a length of reins and some eye blinders and did I mention there are some new arm binders.
The next thing she pulled out made Mistress mood sail, she smiled as she held up a butt plug attached to a tail.
Mistress exclaims "A new pony for me! Oh, Santa you have made me so wet and horny." Wasting no time she grabbed the tail and in one solid motion, she had Santa impaled. Mistress then removed the gag and attached the bridle. Then she buckled the saddle because she did not plan to sit idle.
The blinders came next in her master plan. Once they were in place she had to make a run to the can. Upon her return, she looked at her pony and the whole sight did make her quite horny.
Now keeping with the scene Mistress pull on her boot and her spurs, which made Santa try to curse out some colorful slurs. Next Mistress pulled on a small black mask and a ten-gallon white hat, then she climbed onto Santa's back for her turn at bat.
Sitting high in the saddle Mistress leaned back and hit Santa's ass with her new paddle. Mistress then shouted out with glee "I know it is Christmas, but Santa you will have to stay." Then holding her hat high above her head. She dug her spurs in and yelled "Hi Ho, Silver, away!"
Now with Mistress and Santa having fun at play. I take upon myself to say "Merry Christmas to all. And to all a good day."
And here is a song for the holidays: https://slaveallan68.blogspot.com/2018/12/kinky-12-days-of-xmas.html
To read something similar https://slaveallan68.blogspot.com/2018/06/a-spring-poem.html
It ends at 32
So I guess for all my effort through the month I will have to settle for the less than explosive orgasm that I was expecting. Oh if you're wondering why don't I just start over, that's easy to answer. I did this challenge alone and it took a lot to contain myself each day. I feel that I could not be that discipline a second time. I figure for me to edge like that again. I would need to have somebody to answer to every day. Maybe one day someone will grab my leash and have me try again. I just won't attempt it alone again.
Let's try this again. A second stab at it
https://slaveallan68.blogspot.com/2019/05/i-need-help-for-new-edging-challenge.html
Let's try this again. A second stab at it
https://slaveallan68.blogspot.com/2019/05/i-need-help-for-new-edging-challenge.html
23 days of edging
I think I understand why Mistress's sub may of stop doing the guest post about his edging assignment. Edging is hard to do once you get deeply committed to it. I have completed 23 days an I'm barely scratching the surface of being committed to it. I have read that there are slaves being edged for many months. I doubt that I could hold out that long doing this alone. For now, I am subjecting myself to this edging torment for my reader's gratification. I'm striving for a goal of six weeks. Beyond that, I feel I will need to answer to someone to keep going. Any takers :-) As it is I am fighting like crazy not to go someplace and release. But I haven't done that yet. I still edge every morning and again at night time for 30 to 40 minutes. I also do mental edging throughout the day. I am at the point that I am aware of a continuous throb and pulsing in my crotch all the time. The pulsing can be distracting at times like when trying to read, watch TV, or write an article. I find that just doing things like reading Mistress Cassidy's blog or visiting her on Chatabate sends me to the brink. I am even
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The second installment of: A collaboration between two submissive (Meeting Alice)
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| A story by slave allan |
Alice:
The look in this man's eyes is sort of soft and accepting. For some reason, I believe that he looks happy with his new owners. A loud slap shakes me from my inner thoughts. Mistress has just used the auction paddle to slap his ass, punishing him to speaking without permission. I smile at him. Oh, boy. That's a lesson I remember from a long time ago. Welcome to this world slave, I think to myself.
I try not to look at his crotch, but the sudden growth and pulse in his erection indicates to me that the slap is giving him more pleasure than pain. Oh, how interesting is that.
"My name is Alice, Mistress Alice to you slave. I then introduce you to Mistress Scarlet. Mistress Scarlet and her partner, Master Thomas they are your new owners. It is my duty to train you as a submissive slave." I say trying to remain as much professional as I can. For Master Thomas, the $8000 is a cheap amount for him. Just the fact they spent that money on a slave to give to me has left me speechless, I can't let my nervousness fail their trust in me though. I will have to give them my total commitment to my slave's training. Anything less and I will be the one on the receiving end of Master hand in his dungeon. A silent approval of Mistress Scarlet tell me that I can now lead you backstage where a doctor is waiting for us.
The doctor shows us a few certifications about clinical test Allan had to submit too. "It seems there is a bruise above his left nipple." but the doctor assures us that in two weeks the small bruise will certainly be recovered. The doctor informs us that for Allan this is his first time as a slave. " Allan is not a virgin, but he is inexperienced with anal penetration." The doctor concludes. I can just imagine Mistress Scarlet thinking " that will change." Anal is one of her favorite things. I almost always have to wear a plug for her. Surprisingly, Allan remains cold and detached as the doctor tells us about these intimate details. I remember my firsts anal 'adventures' and I remember how embarrassed I felt being penetrated by my first but plug. A cramp in my belly tells me it's time to go to the restroom again. Mistress and the doctor discuss a few technical things and there are some final documents to sign. I watch Allan getting dressed and I cannot resist smiling and suffocating a laugh when I see that he had to wear pink laced panties, obviously, they are too small for his erection. Mistress and the doctor stop speaking and I feel their eyes on me. Mistress Scarlet watches me in that way. The "you need a punishment" way. Maybe she will forget I hope. When Mistress turns around ready to leave she sees something I know pleases her. As soon as my new slave has finished getting dressed, I give a quick pull of his leash, I make him get on his knees next to me. Mistress smiles at me. "Thank you, Mistress," I say instinctively, "Take him home, show him his place we'll be back soon to explain the house rules to him" Mistress orders me. I feel a deep sense of pleasure. The same pleasure I feel every time I have to obey any orders I receive from them. "Yes, Mistress" then I watch as she moves toward the door.
I wait for a second then I walk you outside. I'm pleased to see that you are following me, crawling as I guide you with the leash. I stop in front of the women toilet. Finally! "Wait here," I command you. You extend your hands collecting the handle of the leash. I feel much better as I exit from the restroom, my hand's smell of the delicate perfume of soap. Finally! You are in the same position as I left you, maybe your hands just a little lower. I remember how heavy my arms feel when I need to hold them up for a long time. I extend my hand, but not enough to reach the leash. I love how obediently you move the leather string up into my hand. I wonder if the touch of your fingers to my hand is really unwilling. "Stand and follow me," I ordered you. we then walk to the parking lot.
There is a mirror and I watch my slave walking behind me, his eyes fix on my shoes. I have a slave. I wonder if I'll be a good mistress. Mistress Scarlet says I'm ready so it must be true. A short time ago I tried testing hypnotizing on my roommate's girlfriend, I discovered that I was indeed good at it. I feel dominant an in charge when putting a subject in a trance. I hope Mistress will ask me to hypnotize Allan too as part of his training. I am getting wet just thinking of all the things I am going to do to him while I have him under. I take the sneakers from my bag, I can't wait to get out of these heels,
"help your mistress with her shoes, slave," I ordered. You hesitate, like if what I've asked you too much. Too humiliating. I start feeling guilty. Then I see you drop to your knees and, almost
religiously, you take my left foot with trembling hands. The way you caresses my ankles, and how you get closer... The way you adores my feet, it moves me, and I desire for a moment to feel your hands coming up my leg and maybe even more.
"In the passenger seat!" I command you shaking out from my lusty thoughts. With my red shoes held to your chest, you obey. I see you sniff my shoes deeply, the try to hid your perverted fetish. You will pay dearly later slave for sniff my shoes without permission I smirk to myself. I drive him to his new home, Mistress Scarlet's ranch. "Yes slave, I think you can consider yourself lucky. Be obedient and devote, and I think you will enjoy your staying here." I tell him as we cross the huge park before we reach the white villa. We enter the house and you open a door "This is my room. I'm not 24/7 slave like you, I'll be here on Tuesday, Thursday and two weekends each month. This is your room. Before Mistress and Master come back, take a shower. Tomorrow we will go shopping and buy something for you to wear." I tell you. "But you will be mostly naked..." I conclude in my head.
Allan:
Alice pushed, oops Mistress Alice pushed open the door to my room. As I step in I am amazed by the size of the place. I am not sure but it looks bigger than my apartment. As I peer in I see a sitting area up to the front with a sofa, a recliner, coffee tables, and a TV. Off to the right, there is a small kitchenette with running water, fridge and a microwave. There is also a small round table an two chairs., and Just beyond the sitting room, there is a large four-poster bed. I imagine I will find myself tied spread eagle to it soon enough. To the left of the patio door which looks out onto a lush lawn and a great view of the water, there is a play area. I can see a St Andrews Cross, a spanking bench, wooden horse and a cage like the ones used for large dogs. There is also a tall cabinet with three drawers on the bottom and two doors on top. One of those doors hung open and I can see floggers, whips and nipple clamps hanging in it. I can only imagine what else might lie within it. There is also a hallway with five closed doors. You direct me to enter and then follow me in. I turn to face you and find you staring at me with your hand on your hIp. I am dumbfounded for a minute then remember you telling me to take a shower before our owners returned and that you would be taking me shopping for clothes for when I am allowed to wear clothes. So I figured that you are waiting for me to strip. The smile on your face confirms that I guessed right when I unbuckled my belt and let my pants fall to the floor. I start to put my thumbs in the waistband of the pink panties I was ordered to wear. You raise your hand to indicate stop and you shake your head no. I move my hands from my waistband to my top shirt button. I get an approving nod from you and continue opening my shirt. A moment later I find myself bare-chested in front you again. "Ouch" I mutter after having you grab both my nipples and twisting. Funny though the pain causes my knees to go weak, I also have a feeling of excitement flow from my chest to my balls causing my cock to grow. That little bit of amusement resulted in my pecker getting slapped. You then instruct me to pick up my clothes and to fold them and put them on the chair. Once finished as ordered I stand up straight in my panties with my legs spread wide and with my hands behind my head. I feel humiliated and shy as I watch you circle me humming approvingly as you do so. After several revolutions, I hear you say to yourself that you had enough fun and that I better finish stripping and take my shower before Mistress returned home. Having removed the panties and placing them on the chair too, I find myself naked in front of you again. Just like when you looked at me in the auction hall, I can feel myself blush. I take a step to go for my shower and realized I don't know where the bathroom is. You must have anticipated this because you tell me it is the first door on my right.
"WoW" I exclaim entering the bathroom. Marble heated floors, tile walls, a huge walk-in shower, a big two person soaker tub, and a sauna. I even see a massage table along with the toilet and vanity. After adjusting the water temperature I enter the shower and just stand there allowing the warm water to soak me. It feels so relaxing that I notice little water droplets cascade down my back and through the crack of my ass. It tickles. Not knowing when Mistress might return I latter up and wash. As I am washing my hair I have a thought. What did Alice mean when she said I am not a slave like her, I am 24/7. I don't recall agreeing to that. I have a job to go to, an apartment and a fish to feed. I quickly finish up my shower so I can speak with you. I re-enter the main room to find you sitting on the sofa with a drink and watching TV. I take a breath preparing to speak, but I quickly stop remembering the painful slap Mistress gave me with the auction paddle earlier for speaking without permission. You must of sense I had something to say because you tell me to speak freely until Mistress and Master return. So I ask. "Mistress Alice what did you mean when you said your not a 24/7 slave like me. I don't recall saying I wanted to be a 24/7 slave to anyone." You tell me that you don't understand much about the auction. But your understanding is that anyone who volunteers and signs the contract is agreeing to a year of 24/7 service to their owner. "I can't do that." I object. "I have a job, a life, a fish." You tell me I don't have a choice now. I signed a contract and I belong to Mistress Scarlet and Master Thomas. You then tell me that Mistress and Master will answer my question when they returned. Then you hand me a present telling me it is from Mistress and it is something for me to wear. Excitedly I rip into the box to find four locking leather cuffs and a locking collar. You help me put everything on and snap all the locks into place. No sooner than the last lock snipped shut we hear "Alice where are you? Come here now I have to talk to you." Mistress has returned and she sounds upset. You jump up and tell me to follow. You lead me to the cage and hold the door open for me. You tell me to quickly get in. I obey saying nothing. As you fumble with the padlock trying to lock it I hear you say something I don't understand I think it is Italian, followed by "dam she didn't forget". You look worried then we hear the lock click tight. You tug it three times testing to see if it locked. I follow you with my eyes to the door. Just before you exit you tell me to make myself comfortable and you will be back as soon as you can. The door closes leaving me naked, locked in a cage in a strange house. With dozens of questions to ask.
Alice:
Chapter 1: https://slaveallan68.blogspot.com/2018/10/synopsis-alice-is-owned-by-rich.html
Chapter 3: https://slaveallan68.blogspot.com/2019/01/a-collaboration-with-alice-part-3.html
Something I did when I was a young adults
Often as I wrote in my blog, I've mentioned that I have never been lucky enough to be tied up. This statement is not complete correct. There is one non-scene encounter I would like to share.
Recently I had a chance to talk to my old roommate. We have not seen each other in at least a decade. As we talked memories of things that we did as young men came back to us.
Way back in my twenties as I was just starting to stand on my feet as an adult we met. Both he and I were young and in a new city. So we rented an apartment to share expenses.
Anyhow he asked if I remember the time that he along with his girl friend and this girl we both knew tied me up. I had to laugh at the very thought of it. It is an experience I dearly cherish. Primarily because no one knows of my submissive
side, and they want to tie me up. No brainer there right. If you let me I would like to share some of that experience with you now.
Its a hot late September afternoon. I can't remember whether it was Saturday or Sunday though. I was talking on the phone when my roommate's girlfriend and friend arrived. I was polite acknowledging their arrival and even waved hello. I then
continued on with my phone call. I was in the living room talking on the phone. Remember when I was in my early twenties most phones still had wires attaching it to the wall. You could say I was tether to a wall by the phone lol. So the three friend went
to the kitchen dining room area. I could see them but I wasn't paying attention to their conversation, but caught them taking quick glances my way with big smirks on their faces. But I just passed it off as them having a good time and wondering when I would
join them. Boy was I ever wrong. What happened next is a bit of a blur. As I was talking on the phone and not paying attention The three cohorts gathered up a blanket and cushion an ambushed. They had me completely disoreanted. Amongst the banshee yells and
laughter they pounced and pinned me to the floor. It was by using a blanket my roommate enveloped my upper body and he use his momentum to push me to the floor. The girl giggling like crazy through the pillows on my torso and legs and used their body weight
to hold me down.
I will confess that my attempts to resist was meager at best. I did the obligatory squirming and protesting but didn't try to hard to escape. Let it be noted that at that time I could of easily pushed the three away and stood up. But why would
I. This was fun. The trio was nice enough to let me say bye to my friend on the phone before hanging it up.
My roommate and our friend using the bodies held me down. My roommate's girl friend scurried around the apartment looking for something to tie me up with. It didn't take her to long before she returned with her bounty of stuff. She had with
her a thin extension cord, a belt, a piece off rope and her make up bag. The girls switched spots and the girl friend started wrapping the extension cord around my ankles. Before long she had the cord wrapped around and between each ankles, with several coils
around both legs for good measure. Then the belt went around my thighs. But when she tried to cinch the belt tight there was no hole to use. She instructed me to stay still and told the other two to hang onto me while she checked the kitchen for a pair of
scissors to make a hole. Moments later I hear a squeal of delight come from her. She reemerge with the scissor and a role of duct tape. I remember think oh no not the tape. A hole was made in the belt and fastened. A few coils of tape was the wrapped around
above my knees and around my shins completely securing my legs. Having my legs tied when my roommate asked me not to struggle to much and to lie down on my stomach. Once again I protested a little for effect. But I obediently rolled onto my belly and put my
hands behind my back. The girlfriend once again went to work with the length of rope and tied my wrist together. Up until then I always pride myself at being able to wiggle myself out of anytime I have been tied up. This time I find myself unable to free myself.
A couple of pass of duct tape my fate, I am unable to escape. I am then helped from my spot laying helplessly face down, to a seated position with back against the wall, and my legs stretched out in front of me. One of the girls mentioned how it was to bad
that they hadn't made me put on a dress. To bad for them, I presently didn't have any dresses hanging in my closet.
Now did I mention that the girlfriend had fetched her make-up kit. She opened it and was routing around in it. I felt this was a good time to voice my objection to having any make-up put on me. "Its not like you have a choice in it." the girlfriend
said laughing. She also said " if you keep complaining I will pull your socks off and stick them in your mouth. Understand?" I shook my head yes choosing not to challenge her. I must admit that even though I new this was all for fun. I was turned on by the
sternness she was trying to portray. My friend's girlfriend pull some stuff out of the bag, then asked her friend if there is anything she would like to use. The friend nodded yes and took the bag from the girlfriend.
So as I sat there defenceless the girlfriend knelt down by me. I don't mind mentioning that when the girlfriend leaned in to start making me up, that I was enjoying the experience a lot. "Let's make you pretty shall we." Or something similar
is what my friends girlfriend said next. Even to this day I still do not know much about applying make-up so other than the lipstick I do not know what the other makeup stuff is called. She patted powder on my face. Rub some kind of paste on my skin. She put stuff on my eyes that made
me look like a raccoon. Then of course let's not forget the lipstick. After all the makeup was on the other friend put lots of hairspray on my head then processed to rub flour into my hair. Made up I was, pretty not so much. The one saving grace I did have
is still being a bachelor. The girls wanted to put me in a dress, but I had nothing of the sort on hand. So for an alternative my ankles were released and they had me shimmy out to the car. I spent the next few hours tied up in the back seat of the car being
paraded by restaurant drive through windows. The whole experience was fun. To tell the truth as I was tied up in the car I had secretly wish I was forced into the situation with a whole lot less clothing on. But as I said, I had a great time. Since then I
had wished for a similar experience. Sadly that was as close as I ever came to BDSM play as an adult. My old friend and I had a great visit. It was nice to have caught up with him and remembering that fun time, and the silly things we do when were young.
An update on "Some fun with edging"
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Some fun with edging
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