Domme vs sub

Master asked me what I think are the differences are between my Domme side and my submissive side. After a little consideration, I think I have some answers for Him.
I am going to start with my Domme side, mainly because I know that side of myself more, even though she doesn't come out to play as much, lol. When I am dominant, it is only to BrightEyes. There is just something about having a willing woman submiting to Me. When she and I are together, it is magical and right and natural. I feel strong and powerful when she submits to Me. I feel in control of everything. I also feel her love and devotion pouring out of her. When I apply the flogger to her tender flesh, I can feel the devotion radiating off her. I can feel the trust she places in Me. When we are finished with a scene, I feel the responsibility to protect her, to comfort her, to nurture her, to take care of her. The trust she has placed in Me for her after care is amazing, a heedy feeling even after the encounter is over.
Now, my submissive side is still new to me. Yet, it feels as if it has always been there. Submiting to Master gives me that same heedy feeling I get when BrightEyes submits to me. The trust I place in Him when submiting, it is a great feeling to be able to place that trust in someone. The freedom to enjoy the moment without thinking. The feeling I get when I serve Him. I feel that, when submiting to Him, I can give up complete control and trust Him to not take it further then I am comfortable with. Serving Him, making Him happy, brings me joy, satisfaction, and pleasure. Knowing Master's day was a little better because I did something for Him i a wonderful feeling.
When I give myself completely to Master, I am trusting Him in the same way BrightEyes trusts me. In submiting to Him, I have come to understand even more what BrightEyes feels when she surrenders to either of Us.
In dominating BrightEyes, I feel that I have learned how to be a better submissive for Master, I know what is expected of a submissive more. In submiting to Master, I feel it makes me a better Dominant to BrightEyes.

Owned..Officially, lol

Today, Master made His ownership of me and my sister submissive official. When she and I had been together in th past, BrightEyes was registered in teh slave registry. Today, I was thinking about it and turned her registration over to Master and registered myself in the registry. He officially owns me now.

549-572-850
Owned by
OwnerOfBeauties
12 December 2008

Present

While talking to BrightEyes, we have decided that we would love to get this for Master one day, if things continue to progress as they have been... It is the symbol for a poly relationship in which there are two women and one man...

Training at Master's Side

Well, I am sorry to say, I am not a very well trained submissive. I only know what I would have expected BrightEyes to do or how I would have expected her to behave when we were together before. I usually imitate that behavior. Today, though, Master took some time to train me in how He expects His girls to act.
Today we worked on one of my most troublesome aspects, the delayed orgasm. I usually can't hold off for very long once I begin to get the pre-orgasmic sensations. Master began His training of me to hold off and deny myself orgasm until He grants permission. Master had my play with myself until the point of orgasm and then stop. He had me retrieve my egg and insert it, turning it on without being able to touch any part of myself, until I was at the brink, then turn it off. Master had me do this several times, until I was putty in His hands, a whimpering, moaning, whining puddle at His feet. He distracted me by talking to me about other things, all the while the egg was humming inside me on low (Master allowed me to turn it down, lol).
Then, after about 5 or 6 trips to teh edge and back, Master told me to turn the egg on high and, without touching my tits or my clit, to cum for Him.
The orgasm was very strong, one of the stronger ones I have had in a while. It was a struggle holding off for so long and keeping myself from cumming, but I did it. The orgasm itself was a huge reward!
But, then, as a bonus reward, Master allowed me to give BrightEyes some special instructions for the next time He is home with her, some actions to do and ways to be.
Thank You, Master, for taking Your time to train and teach me. Sometimes, the better things are worth waiting for. Thank You for showing me that.

New cuffs

These are the new cuffs I got for Master's enjoyment. There is just somethign about the visual effect of being bound in clear binds that is so hot...

More bets

Well, it is conference championship weekend and, again, Mastyer, BrightEyes and I have made a few "bets" lol.
The first one is for a day of pampering. If Master wins the bet, we each pamper Him for a full day, if we win, He pampers us. Master's choice in this one. He chooses the Eagles. So, Eagles win, Master gets pampered and spoiled by each of us for a day. If Arizone wins, we each get pampered and spoiled for a day, lol.
The other game is a little difficult. Last week, my favorite team (The Ravens) knocked otu Master's favorite team (The Titans). Plus, we have to decide if we want this week to be completely gentle bets or somethign agressive, lol. Misty has left the terms of the bets up to me, lol.
If the Steelers win, each of Master's girls will give Him a night of oral pleasure ending with a facial (yummy) but if the Ravens win, Master will give us each oral (shiver).
I think both of those bets sound fair.
So, BrightEyes, if you agree ot teh terms of the bet, comment to let me know. I know Master agrees, lo.

Writing

I know I have not been as vigilant in writing as I would like to be, but I just can't think of anything to write about right now, lol. I am going to wait for BrightEyes to post an entry or two to try to get some ideas or see if Master can suggest a few things to write about, lol.
I just do not know what to write about, haha. I can come up with topics to suggest to BrightEyes, but none for myself. I am going to try to think about something to write about, or just steal some of her ideas, lol.

When did I....

I asked BrightEyes to put up a post like this, so I figured I would do it as well. When did I first begin to feel my Dominant side? It would have to be when she and I started dating when we were younger. It just fit. I can't really explain it. I just got a thrill from Dominating a woman.
I did not, however, know I was a switch for a long time after that. Honestly, I don't think it was until I began talking to Master that I realized I was a switch, that I liked both Dominating and submitting.
I don't think I could EVER Dominate a man. I am glad that Master does not want that, lol. And I could never submit to a woman, so I am happy that BrightEyes enjoys her role in the relationship so much, lol.
I have always known that I liked women and when BrightEyes and I began dating, I was sure I would never be with a man again. I was content to be a lesbian. There was only one true problem. No woman I ever dated after her could match up to the standard she set, the standard I began to judge every woman by. Not just looks, but personality and submission.
All it took was one conversation with Master for me to realize I was not a full on lesbian but bisexual, lol.
So, I guess you could say I came to know my role in a BDSM relationship later in life then some, and my true sexuality later as well.

Poker...

How do I fill th etime whiel Master is with BrightEyes and their family? I play poker, lol... I didn't do too bad the last two nights, won some money, so it all was okay...
After the matches, I lost a few bucks on teh slot machines, but it is all in good fun.
I miss Master more then I thought I would. I find myself thinking about Him constantly, wondering what He is doing. At least I know in a little while He will be watching the football game... I will also, we will just be rooting for different teams, lol. If the Ravens win, I get a swat for each point, if the Titans win, BrightEyes gets a swat for each point! Sinful!
Game time! I miss Master!

Without Him....

Master is going home for a few days. BrightEyes will be happy, lol, as will His family. But I will be without Master for a few days... :( I will get through it, I know I will.
I guess I will get a lot of work done while He is home, lol, so I guess that is a good thing, lol. I will miss our day long chats, though, but it will make talking to Him again when He goes back out all that much sweeter, lol.
There will be football to watch this weekend, should be a good game... Master and I have a little bet... For each game the home team wins, BrightEyes will get one swat for each point of victory, I will get the same for each game the visitor wins, lol. The swats will be given using the impliment of Master's choice, His hand, a paddle, a belt, or a flogger, lol.... Sinful!

Sub-drop....

I used to think that "sub-drop" was made up by submissives as a way to get attention. I was convinced that, when experiencing it after an intense scene, the shaking body, the ragged breath, the tears, were all faked, an attention getter.
I would think that, when apart, the submissive's claims of longing, the intense feeling of being alone and vulnerable, were imagined by the submissive to get a Dominant to feel bad for them for some reason.
But, now, I know better. And I will say this once, and only once, BrightEyes, I am sorry. I now know that what you experienced was real, is real. The detaching from something so intense, the end result of the hormones released during a scene, the release, or lack of release, of an orgasm.
I know now that this is real becasue, I have experienced it somewhat. I feel vulnerable when I am not talking to Master, which is kind of funny considering who I used to work with and who I surround myself with, lol, I feel that intense coming down after a scene with Him, I find myself thinking about Him constantly, thinking what He may like as I sketch, thinking what He may think as I work.
Man, I was wrong all those years ago, sub-drop is real....

Master/Owner/Dominant

Is there a difference between these words? Does one have more meaning then the others? Personally, I use them interchangably. Others might not. I think it all depends on your own relationship.
When I call Master by His titla, or I call Him my Owner, I am using it as a term of respect, of caring, of devotion. But, what does it mean to be a Master (or Mistress)? Having been on both sides of the collar, I think I can give a little insight as to what, to many, it means.
To me, being a Master or Mistress means that You accept the responsibility given to You. One accepts, when accepting the title from a willing submissive, responsibility for the submissive's mental and emotional well being. For their physical welfare, both in and out of any play time. One accepts the devotion and caring. You accept the responsibility of being the person's protector, and not just in a physical sense, but also in an emotional and mental sense. You are the one the person will turn to in times of need, pain, suffering, and angst.
But, also, You are the one the person will turn to in times of joy and success. The submissive's success is also, in part, Your success. Their happiness, Yours also.
Many young "Doms" today only see the control aspect of the relationship. They see a submissive, one who may be too naive to know better, as a doormat to be controled and neglected. A true Dom, worthy of the title Master, is one who shows self-control, self respect, compassion, gentleness when needed, sterness when warrented as well.
The title is not given easily or willy nilly. It can only be given of the submissive's free will, to one he or she deems worthy of the title. If accepted, the Dominant who accepts it must do so willingly, of His or Her own free will, accepting all that is offered with the title.
The little things that are done to show devotion by the submissive or to show care by the Dominant are just nice little perks! :)

A Fantasy for Master...

Maybe my subbie sister can help me develop this for Master... Or perhaps Master can participate in this....
I wonder, though, what Master would do if both BrightEyes and I were in front of Him in cheerleader outfits.... Since He doesn't like Naughty School Girl costumes, lol (probably because both subbie sister and I went to Catholic School, lol)

If only they knew...

I, like my subbie-sister and Master, am not out of the toy box to anyone. At times I think my life would be simpler of O was out of the toy box to everyone. Would people be accepting of what I really am? Of who I really am? I wonder what people would say if they knew...
Woudl it be a total shock to people? Would people be understanding? Would they still think the same of me if they knew?
I know Master would, as would my subbie-sister. But would everyone else? Would those who think they know me? Would my life be simpler if I didn't have to hide what I really am?
Would I come out of the toy box to all if Master reuested that I do? Yes, but I know He would never ask that of me. He respects me enough that knowing I would do so if He asked is enough for Him.
I just think things like this from time to time.

Stumbled....

I really want to be a good girl, I really do. I just hit a few snags here and there. I had confessed to pleasuring myself without Master's knowledge or permission to climax, knowing I would be punished in some way, but also knowing that if Master found out on His own or later, the punishment would be worse. This was more of a mind punishment then anything else, if you want my honest opinion of it. Don't get me wrong, it was uncomfortable, but it forced me to think.
I really want to be a good girl for Master. I should not have taken it upon myself to pleasure what is His without His knowledge or permission. Master is proud of the fact that, generally, BrightEyes and I are well behaved.
I was left there, though, to think about what I had done. And how it looked to Master that I had to go off on my own to pleasure myself.
The punishment was humiliating. And I could do nothing about it either. I am greatful Master took time out of His evening to punish His naughty girl, and I will try to be a good girl for Master in the future. I want to behave for Him, I want to pleasure Him, and I know by behaving, I do bring Him great pleasure and pride.
I am sorry Master, for being a naughty girl, for touching myself without Your permission, and for climaxing without Your permission.

While the Cat's away...

...the mice shall play. What do you get when subbie sisters both, generally, behave? Well, when we both behave well enough, Master lets us play together without Him being there! Master allowed BrightEyes and I to play last night and we had a wonderful time. Thank You, Master, for allowing Your girls to play last night.

Dirty Shower.... (NSFW)

When I left Master to take a shower this morning, I was given a small task, to thing of Him with me with my hands bound behind my back. Here is the fantasy I had of Master and I in the shower. Written as if I were telling Master the fantasy.
After I undressed and removed my collar and jewelry, I pictured You coming up behind me and taking both of my wrists in Your hands, binding them behind my back. After You had finished, You stood back a moment, gazing at Your handiwork and all that is Yours. You made a little motion with Your hand, telling me to turn around and You gazed at my backside, which still bares the redness from my whipping last night, along with a small welt or two. Because I was not wearing my collar, You had left a length of rope free after binding my hands behind my back, You quickly undressed and led me into the shower by the rope.
Taking the shower head in Your hand, You used it to wet me down completely, head to toe, seeing my hair wet for the first time. You lay the rope leash over my shoulder to remind me it is still there and tell me that You don't expect to have to use it to keep me still when You would like me to be still, but You will if needed. You gently take the soap in Your hand and work it into a lather, telling me You want to really explore and take the time to see all that is Yours. You work the lather over my shoulders and neck, paying extra attention to the line where my collar usually is, kissing along the line as You use the shower head to rinse the soap, pointing it at my pussy when it is not being used.
When it comes time to soap my shoulders, You take the rope and let it dangle down, getting an idea, You put it between my legs so it splits my pussy lips, nestling in between them and every motion of my pelvis causes the rope to rub my clit. You keep the end of the rope in Your hand so You can vary the pressure on my lips and clit as You soap my collar bone and upper chest area. As You rinse each area, You kiss along it, savoring all that is Yours. You also have some fun pulling the rope, pulling my hands further down behind me, tighter against me.
You begin soaping my tummy and pelvic region, my hips trying to thrust out to You for Your attention, the rope rubbing my clit, You keep the tension as tight as You can while You are working down there. When You finish soaping my legs, You remove the rope for a moment and tweak my clit but otherwise You ignore my hungry, greedy pussy.
You untie my hands for a moment and move them to my front because You want to explore my back and don't want my hands in the way and tie them to the shower curtain rod so they are out of the way, above my head, and, because You liked the idea, You run another rope around my waist and run a rope between my legs again, spreading my pussy lips again. You begin to soap my back, again pointing the shower head between my legs when it is not in use, knowing how close I am from rubbing against the rope and the spray of the shower head.
When You get to my ass, You switch the water to cool and gently caress the redness, gently stroking the welts, fascinated by them, by the marks of your ownership I wear with pride. You trace them with Your finger and ask me if I enjoyed recieving them. When I answer yes, You say You will have to remember that.
When you are finished soaping me up and down, You turn me around, keeping my hands above my head, holding the rope that is between my legs, and begin to wash Yourself with me watching, but not able to touch. All I can do is thrust my hips out to You and beg to be taken. Before You can get too far into washing Yourself, You take another small length of rope and use it like a gag, closing it with a knot behind my head, the rope between my teeth, preventing me from speaking, from begging, and continue to wash Yourself, the tension in the rope varying as You wash different parts of Yourself with me stretched out, my hands still tied to the shower curtain.
When You finish, you point the shower head at my pussy again and tell me to enjoy it, knowing how close I am. Between the pressure of the rope against my lips and clit and the water, I am close to cumming quickly and do so.
You turn off the shower and begin to stroke yourself, keeping the rope between my legs tight. As Your cock begins to stiffen more, You stand on the side of the tub, putting Your cock by my face. You stroke Yourself to orgasm, giving my face a second shower as You cover my face with Your gift of cum, getting it in my hair, all over my face, dripping some on my tits. When You feel the last of Your orgasm move through You, You take the end of the rope and tie it to the loop of rope around my wasit, pulling it tight.
You step down off the side of the tub and leave me there, like I am, while You dry Yourself off and get dressed, then untie me and allow me a few minutes to clean Your now dried gift off my face and to get dressed....

Punnished and Whipped....

I have given a whipping before. In fact, BrightEyes loved when I had her bound and gagged and began to use the flogger on her smooth flesh. But, I have never felt the sting of the lash until last night. It was amazing! I was expecting to be paddled since Master knows how much I love that, but instead, He used His belt on my backside. But first, let me write about my punnishment and what I did wrong that master would punnish me.
Not much will earn a punnishment from Master, He likes His subbies to be well behaved and we are, for the most part. So when a transgression occures, it wil be delt with. This time, I avoided Master sexually without a good reason for several days. So I earned five slaps to the lower lips with the slapper (a mini paddle). I was on the edge of the bed, gloriously spread for Master, gagged but not bound or blindfolded. I recieved 5 slaps to my lower lips with Master's slapper. I knew Master would want me to count them, so I counted most of them through the gag. When Master was finished with my punnishment, He removed the gag from between my lips and I kissed the slapper, tasting a hint of my own juices on it's wooden paddle.
After a little head for Master, He flipped me over onto my hands and knees and told me to look ahead and not worry about what He was doing. I did as instructed and felt something stiff and leathery on my ass suddenly, caressing it. Before I could really know what it was, it was gone, and I heard it whooshing through the air, landing on my ass with a sharp crack. Oooh, the pain from it was exquisit! When I was able to think clearly again, I counted the lashes for Master, earning the last of them by sucking Him deep into my mouth. I recieved a total of six lashes from Master's belt, each more wonderful then the last. The first four He gave me standing behind me and the last two were with Him in my mouth, one to each cheek. The pleasure/pain combination was so intense and so wonderful that I almost orgasmed right there fromt eh feeling of the whip against my skin, but I knew Master would not liek me cumming without His permission, so I held off and enjoyed the feel of the leather cracking down on my backside. When Master was done, my ass was a nice shade of coke can red, warm, and stinging. It was amazingly wonderful to have the feeling of letting go to enjoy something like that!
I never understood that the sting of the belt could be so.... wonderful... Thank You Master for the experience and for expirimenting with Me. Thank You for giving me the ability to let go and enjoy the whipping. Thank you for being worthy of the trust it takes to allow someone to do that to me. I enjoyed it completely, Master.