one hour with Kyra pt 3

You can read pt 1 here and pt 2 here

Thank you to Diva and Best Sex Bloggers for including this post in their Week in Kink

I’m lying back on the bench, pleasuring myself with gigi, when Kyra approaches me and says, “you could at least say something to me, like tell me how good it feels to play with yourself. I am giving you a gift here.”

I blushed and realized I should have.. I still had this “speak when spoken” thing stuck in my mind, but this would have been a great time to actually speak.  I spoke up and told her how good it felt and that it was getting too good and I made sure to start being a little more vocal with my moans.

Kyra is finally ready and she comes back to me. She tells me to sit up and there she is, in a strap on. I can’t believe it. She’s going to fuck me and Sylvanus is letting her!

She says to me that she has been imagining fucking me for awhile now, but Sylvanus has put some other thoughts in her mind. She says, “Sylvanus keeps bragging about how much of a slut you are, so I want to see it, but I want YOU to ride me. This was his little idea.”

*gulp* oh my gawd… I have to ride her!?!

She tells me she has never done this before. She has never had someone ride her before. So she gets to experience a first as well. I am so excited to be able to give this to her.

As she lays back on the bench and I get on top of her, Sylvanus is sitting on the floor behind her. He offers her his crossed arms as a pillow. She accepts and now he can easily lean over and whisper things into her ear about me.

I grab some lube and apply it to the dildo and slowly ease myself onto her. And there I was, straddling Kyra with her faux cock inside me. What a rush.

She looks at me and tells me to remember that even though I may be sitting on her, I am not to forget who is in control of me at that moment and she reaches up and fingers my collar and pulls me in for a kiss.

She tells me she wants me to look at Sylvanus as I fuck her. She wants to see how much of the slut I am. She wants to hear the orgasm that he claims is so powerful and beautiful.

I begin fucking her, rocking my hips and grinding into her. Gigi is in my right hand, pressed against my clit. My left hand is at the top of her hips, holding on. I look at Sylvanus and I look at her. I can’t ignore her and I can’t ignore him. It’s just amazing.

It was kind of a very special moment, even though I was there riding her we were all still having this very sexy conversation with each other. She would occasionally laugh and this would push her mound into me and it would feel so good. She would mix this up by pinching my nipples till they hurt.

“You know she can’t orgasm with her eyes open?” Sylvanus whispers to Kyra. “She usually has to close her eyes.”

“Ah well that’s good to know,” she whispers back. “It’s one way I can keep her from coming.”

I’m noticing it is taking me awhile to orgasm as I am riding Kyra. I want to do this for her and grind harder and press Gigi closer to my clit. My thoughts get broken apart as she inflicts pain to my breasts. I know what she’s doing.. mixing my pleasure with my pain till I don’t know which is which anymore, but it breaks my concentration.

She begins teasing me. Telling me to show her just how much of the slut I am. I grind harder and faster. I begin to feel the pleasure more.

“Will she tell us when she is going to come?” she asks Sylvanus.

“She won’t need to.” he answers her.

“Well, I can’t feel her like you can,” she jokes.

“You won’t have to feel her. You will know.”

I smile at this… oh yes, she will know.

I grind into her, rocking back and forth. “Can she come on command?” I snicker silently to myself at this question. I don’t believe in that, but I’m willing to be proved wrong. “No,” Sylvanus replies. “That’s a useful thing to have.” Kyra mentions.

I begin to feel the pleasure build inside me. My moans get a little louder and my movement a little harder. Kyra tells me how much she wants to hear it.

The climb begins and I moan in that little way I do when I start to feel the orgasm coming. I can hear Sylvanus in the background telling her “That’s it, it’s coming now.” My eyes are shut and I’m focused on the approaching orgasm .

Kyra puts my hand on her breast. (mind you Kyra is not nude and is wearing a bra). I feel it coming. Now I don’t know what I am doing. I have no idea if my hand is squeezing her too tight all I know is pleasure and I break into my orgasm. My voice bounces off the walls as I let myself float free. I am a loud girl and when I have the freedom to be as loud as I want, well I enjoy just letting myself go. My orgasm hits me hard and lasts a long time. My body trembles as I come back down. You can see that it took a lot out of me.

Sylvanus tells Kyra to run her fingers along my back. This sends shivers up and down my spine. Finally, I can open my eyes and look at them and smile. They are both smiling back at me. Kyra is impressed at the power of my orgasm. She shocks me by telling me that she could actually feel it even through the faux cock. wow!

I’m panting and tired and floating on a cloud. Kyra tells me to ease myself off and go lick her cock. My cunt is reluctant to let her go. She asks me if I have ever tasted myself. Oh I have.

I go down between her legs and begin sucking on her faux cock. My tongue runs up and down collecting my sex. I look up at her as I do it. “Come here.” she instructs me. As I get closer to her, she sits up and pulls me in and kisses me deeply. “I wanted to taste you as well.” She smiles as she lets me go.

We all sat together. She and I side by side on the bench. I began picking off the remainder of the wax. We spoke of what had happened. We spoke of toys and weapons. But most of all, we spoke that this was not going to be the last time we all see each other.

And no.. it will not… there has been much developed and discovered here and it needs to be explored.

I can’t believe I got my chance to experience a woman. I got to kiss her and fuck her. I got to submit to her. I am just bursting with love and appreciation for Sylvanus. I am the luckiest girl right now. And there is so much more to come!

one hour with Kyra pt 2

You can read pt 1 here

I took a moment as the rush of endorphins made me light headed. I felt the weight of my arms once more. Kyra was busy prepping for what was to come next for me. She pulled out a large bench and got it positioned. I was directed to lay down.

As I laid there, she prepared her things, Sylvanus walked over to me. I hesitated and then looked up at him. “Don’t look at me,” he said sternly. “You are hers now. I am not here.” I looked away. It was the only time I thought to look at him and the last time I did, until I was instructed to by Kyra.. but that part happens in pt3 *wink*

Kyra came back, I know I had cuffs on.. honestly don’t remember how or when they were put on. Pretty sure they were different than the ones I wore while having my arms suspended. I do remember being asked to slip out of them. In any case, I had cuffs on and I was directed to place my hands above my head. Kyra approached me with rope in her hands. “Do you like rope?” she asked me. Oh yes I do. She came over and began tying my hands to the bench above my head. The bench had eyelets strategically placed. She came forward, playing, with the rope a bit. She stood at my feet, making sure the length was even, she smiled once she was satisfied, then came towards me. She straddled me.

My heart skipped a beat. There she was, on top of me, working the rope across my body. She crisscrossed the rope beneath my breasts (if my breasts had been large enough, I think she would have enjoyed binding them completely), working the rope through the eyelets, getting things nice and tight. She stood up to pull the rope further down. She spread my thighs and wrapped the rope around each one, pulling them apart and securing the rope tightly around the last eyelets.

She asked me how I liked being this vulnerable to her. I couldn’t answer, but I liked being at her whim.  She straddled me once more and played with my nipples more. She squeezed my flesh, exposing my nipple and spanked them. She pinched them with her fingers. I winced beneath her. I was starting to get very sore. Her teeth came out again and I nearly screamed. All the while she was taunting me with pleasure and pain. Her teeth and hands showed my breasts no mercy as she used the fun factory delight on my clit. She would tease my clit and spank my thighs. My body became mixed between pleasure and pain, not sure which was which anymore.

She paddled me between my thighs. Oh that stung. The same slap slap THUD like before. It’s a good rhythm to warm me up and get me prepared, but it still stung like a bitch lol.

Kyra disappeared and came back. She held a candle in her hands. I swallowed hard. Sylvanus and I have played with wax before, but it was on my back. Kyra approached me and the first drop hit my skin. I inhaled sharply. It was hot… but only for a second. It was easy to take the pain when it lasted so briefly. On and on the drops hit my skin. The closer Kyra came towards me with the candle, the hotter it got when it landed on my skin. She hovered expertly above me as the drops landed where she wanted them. My nipples, thighs,  and stomach were shown no mercy. I gasped and squirmed just a little. She chuckled as she said “These candles aren’t supposed to get hot, but they do don’t they?” Yes, they sure did. “You notice I have been avoiding a certain spot with the wax?” Yes I did, she was avoiding my cunt. She had plans for that still.

Kyra released me from the ropes and I delighted in the feel of it as it ran across my skin. I was told to get on my hands and knees. She wanted my ass now. She began spanking me hard with a paddle. Then the unthinkable happened.. it broke. She threw it aside and I saw what broke. It was a small paddle and it made me think of the time I was a child and my mother spanked me with a wooden spoon and it broke. I laughed at her and it made her run and get the long metal shoe horn to threaten me. I chose to keep my mouth shut with Kyra.

She grabbed a new paddle, something much larger that I could not see but heard her comment on. Again there was that same slap slap THUD. The thuds started landing in the same place over and over. I began grunting loudly with each spank. I felt the breath leaving my body. She leaned over me to show me what I was being spanked with. Yes, this paddle was large and thick. I was not going to break this paddle.

Kyra wanted me over her knees now. Just like I was during the photo shoot. I laid across her lap, my feet still on the floor to allow her full access of both cheeks. She spanked me hard over and over with her hands. Oh how she loved spanking me and raking her nails over my pink flesh and I loved it too. I loved the feel of her body beneath mine. I loved the feel of her feminine hands as they brought me both pleasure and pain. She had been sparing my ass until this very moment when she could just unleash all she wanted to give me right then.

Once Kyra was finished with her pleasures of my ass, she told me to get up and I was allowed to lay back down on my back. She told me to pick up my favorite toy, which was the lelo gigi. I was given permission to please myself as she prepared herself for my next scene with her. My clit was hard and it felt so good to be touched there. It almost felt too good and I had to be careful. There was much talking between Sylvanus and Kyra. I could not see much but I was wondering exactly what would be happening next.

What did happen next was beyond anything I could have ever imagined… (ok not really, I had imagined it before) .. to be continued in pt 3 … The big hint for this part? It involves a strap on!

one hour with Kyra pt 1

I need to take a moment and thank Sylvanus. Because of him, I was able to experience a lot of firsts during my afternoon with Mistress Kyra. Of course, I need to thank Kyra for being up for it as well, but it helps that we like each other.

I woke up Sunday feeling extremely happy and a little nervous. I was happy that finally, my time with Kyra was approaching. I had been looking forward to this for many days (at least it seemed like many to me). I couldn’t wait to see her, but at the same time… I was nervous.

This wasn’t a bad nervous. I knew nothing would happen that I didn’t want. She and Sylvanus spent a great length of time talking about me. Talking about all the things I have not done and still wish to do. Talking about his knowledge of my body. Talking about what does or doesn’t work for me. I know that she and Sylvanus understood each other well and that I would be in good hands with Kyra. If Sylvanus was willing to give me to her for that moment in time, it meant that he trusted her completely with me.

My nerves were from the unknown. I have never really “played” before. Never gone to a dungean and used equipment and”weapons.” I certainly have never done anything like that with a woman either. I was nervous about what was to come. Would I be able to take what Kyra gives me? Would it get to be too much? But really, I knew deep down inside that it would never be too much and that yes I would be able to take what Kyra gave me. I knew that she knew me well and she would never push me to a place I could not go to. (and she has a lot of work in front of her if she does want to take me to those harder places. I’m just a baby right now *grins*)

We were all so excited to see each other that we actually met up an hour earlier before our original scheduled plan. Sylvanus and I made such great time that we arrived too soon. Kyra was still getting ready. While she did that, Sylvanus sat down on a bench and asked me over to him. I sat beside him and rested my head on his knee. He stroked my head to calm me. He knew I was nervous. I then moved to sitting between his legs, facing out so that he could better stroke my head and neck with both his hands. He spoke to me that when Kyra took me, I was hers. She was not going to be asking anything of me that was not ok. He assured me that everything that was going to happen was already talked about and agreed upon.

Once Kyra was ready, she called me over, had me strip my clothes, and I was to get on all fours on a rug below the suspension bar. To fill the silence, she began to play some music. The first song, Evanescence. I smiled a bit as I looked at Sylavnus and asked him if he had anything to do with that. (I love Evanescence). He said he didn’t and was smiling just like me.

Kyra approached me, and put my pink collar on me. Reminded me that during my time with her, I am hers. That when everything is happening with me, I was to think about exactly why I wanted to come to her today. I got up as she prepared the suspension bar. She removed the rug and told me to step into my place underneath the bar. One by one she cuffed my hands to the suspension bar. Once completed she raised it just a little more. She told  me to step forward. She spoke to me. Told me I was going to learn to speak only when spoken to, of course if there was something I needed to say, I could. She told me that I was going to learn pretty quickly that she would move me however she wished, I didn’t need to ask her before hand how she wanted me. She told me to close my eyes. She wanted me to feel her. (this wasn’t very hard to do. I have a habit of closing my eyes. I think it helps me focus. As I am writing this, I am having to ask Sylvanus the details of a lot of things simply because I was in the moment and not observing).She kissed me and I apologize as I don’t remember exactly when this happened, but she kissed me briefly before everything started. My first kiss from a woman, even if it was short and sweet.

She began touching my body as I stood there with my eyes closed. I felt her hands run along every part of me. Down my thighs, up my tummy, around my breasts. Her hands slid up my arm and down my side, I exhaled sharply as this is normally a place that tickles greatly, but not so much in that moment. I heard her ask me if I noticed how different it was being touched by a woman? I replied yes. She asked if I liked it? Oh yes I did. She continued to touch me gently for awhile. Her hand slipped between the folds of my cunt. A rush of arousal flooded me as I felt the softness of her hand meet the softness of my folds.

I don’t really know what happened and in what order, remember I had my eyes closed there for awhile. I was wearing a nice leather strap leash, I forgot to mention earlier. It doubled as a whipping tool. She used this on my nipples many many times. As my arms were bound and suspended, my feet placed firmly on the floor she used many different floggers on me. She knew I have not had a lot of play on my front side, so she took it easy on me. She used clothespins on my breasts, avoiding the nipples. They didn’t hurt going on but stung as she either flicked them off with her nails or cropped them off, or flogged them off. I find the flogger to be a most sensual tool. Yes, it can sting and hurt, but when used gently, all those little tails stroke the skin so nicely, so sensually. I do love the flogger.

She used the crop on my cunt a few times. Just tapping my lips, making me nice and pink. She never made it hard enough to be unbearably painful but it did give me a good little sting that made me rosy pink.

Kyra played with my breasts, pinching and pulling. Grabbing the flesh so my nipples stood out and then slapped them with the strap. It stung so much, I felt my toes curl below me. She teased me saying there was a reason she was being easy on my nipples. She wanted to be able to play with them the whole time and not wear them out.  At one point I fell back away from her. Didn’t mean to. My body went back and having my arms suspended above me kind of continued the momentum. I corrected myself as quickly as I could. She teased me that even though she has all these great things to play with nipples, her best weapons are her teeth. Um … yes they are. They felt sharp as knives. The pain was hard, so naturally my eyes were slammed shut as I absorbed it. I have no idea where, how, or how hard she bit me… but to me, it felt like her teeth had slammed shut on my nipple. I don’t know if that’s what happened.. all I do  know, is that was the one thing she did to me that continually made me ache. It was the one thing that made me grit my teeth and tell myself “yessss I can take this.”

I was asked to turn around with my back facing her. I was still bound to the suspension bar. This is where she was able to have a harder fun. She used her floggers and crop on me. She has these swivel floggers. They are floggers that are put together like nunchucks. (btw.. any Dominants out there, Kyra tells me these things are awesome. They save her wrists for continual play.) She enjoyed using the floggers on me. She had this nice steady rhythm of thud thud, TWACK. The thwack of course being the really hard hit. I enjoyed every second of my time faced away from her. Like I said, I love the feel of the flogger and well, my backside can take a lot more than my front.

She cropped me a few times back there. My ass took every hit. I turned back around to face her and she played with me just a little more. Torturing my nipples and spanking my cunt. She turned the lights up to see just how red I had gotten.

Sylvanus tells me I was bound like that for about 20 minutes. One thing I had forgotten to mention is that during this playtime, I got extremely light headed. I’m not sure if it’s because I was so nervous that I hardly ate or drank a thing prior to our session? Or maybe it was just having my arms suspended over my head like that? Or maybe a combination of all of the above? Or maybe because my breathing was not fluid, but rather held and broken up?  Or perhaps this is what happens to subs during play? In any case, it was quite an interesting feeling. When she let me loose from the cuffs, I just remember floating. It was good that I had a moment to gather myself before the next scene.

Which will be revealed in part 2 of my hour with Kyra. I will tell you it involves ropes and hot wax… and oh so much more. *wink*

The Week That Was

Mina had an incredible weekend last week, and I certainly have no cause for complaint myself. Indeed, I had a fantastic time as well. The sparks that flew during her shoot with Kyra were not missed on my part. Most of all, I remember that intoxicating awkwardness of that first taste of intimacy with a new person as Mina and Kyra were under my direction, so close to so many things. In my time away from Mina, I managed four or five “other” shoots with various other models there. (For a host of reasons, I will not post those pictures here right now. Should we elect to share our blog with one of the models, perhaps then will their shoot appear. In the meantime, you will have to only imagine.) The shoots ranged from some serious fetish, to some genuinely sweet shared moments.

However, the enduring, echoing sensation of the day was the magic that had been struck between Mina and Kyra. Between a few shoots, I wound up talking to Kyra again. At first it was just a casual hello and smile, with compliments on one another’s work. Then, after a pause, she added, “I like your chick.” I smiled.

“Me too. That’s why I’m keeping her. We’re engaged.” We talked a bit about that, and found that we were instantly comfortable around one another. As the day wound down, and everyone began transforming back into upstanding members of society, I sought Kyra out again, and we talked a little more while Mina changed. We had an easy rapport, and talked about our respective growths into dominance, and reconciling with ourselves the sense of sexual arousal and sadism. I talked about spanking Mina, and I saw that glow on Kyra’s face again as she talked about spanking her. I smiled, asking if she had a card. Turns out she does. Pro domme, and all…

Of course, she wasn’t giving it to me, but I am a persistent little bastard sometimes. Eventually, as she was talking about Mina again, she mentioned, again that she would really like to play with Mina. This time, though, she elaborated that by play, she meant that in contrast to her professional dominance. She stated that “I won’t charge you.” Well, I had understood that already, but it was reassuring all the same that she wasn’t just out selling.

Okay, fine, so perhaps we’ll do that. Maybe schedule another shoot? Sure. But, I had a sense that Kyra was really taken with Mina. Immediately after the shoot, we went to visit Mina’s mother for dinner. Throughout dinner, I found my mind drifting back to the spectacle of Mina’s spanking. Okay, I was definitely intrigued.

the shoot pt 4: the conclusion

Read pt1 here pt2 here and pt3 here

After my photo shoot with Kyra ended, I decided to kick back a bit. I took a seat and watched as Sylvanus started snapping pictures of some of the other models.

And then it happened, a fellow photographer, Mark,  asked me if I would be interested in doing a shoot with him. I was flattered and said yes. He asked that I put on my boots and I did.

We shot in the corner of one of the other rooms. I shot with one of those funky stiletto shaped chairs. Mark took a lot of pictures by the mirror and I did my best to pose exactly as he asked. He was a photographer who liked to experiment with lines and shapes. I adored being a piece of art.
When our session was over he asked what photos I’d like to take. Of course, I had no clue. I’m a submissive, I hardly ever have my own ideas. LOL. I prefer just doing as told. HA!

Mark asked me if there was any part of me I really liked. My first thought is my back. So I turned and we shot a few shots of my backside. I was really excited to see his photos. During the shoot he often exclaimed “yes” and “beautiful” and “perfect”, which of course made me feel really good about myself. Here is just one of the photos from my shoot with Mark. (2009 Photo By Mark Rolland)

After shooting with Mark, our friend Steve wanted to treat me to some bondage for another shoot. I was thrilled. I went into yet another room. This one had a fantastic purple wall that Sylvanus got a few shots of me in. But before he did, Steve put me into a single glove. The fit was comfy. I enjoyed being bound like that. There was this comforting feeling being restricted like that. It was my first time wearing a single glove.

Next up came a binding gag. I have never worn a ball gag before but this one was different. It was also a muzzle. It was kind of overwhelming. The ball itself was large in my mouth. As the straps were tightened, my mouth filled with this foreign object. I felt my tongue try to find it’s place. My piercing rasped against the ball. It felt like I had been restrained for hours, but only 15 minutes had passed. My left arm began to tingle, it was time to remove the restraints.

Sylvanus was busy shooting other models during my restraints, so he joined me after they had been removed. He jumped in right away and took the chance to shoot his own photos of me against that spectacular purple wall.

The day was beginning to wind down. Mark requested on last session with me. He asked me if I would be comfortable nude and I told him yes. I removed all my clothes and left my stockings and boots on. I put on a flower robe, the same from a previous HNT. To my delight, I was once again going to work with Kyra.

Naturally, I was excited. Our shoot was a bit rushed as the minutes began winding down. I was propped on all fours, Kyra standing behind me and next to me. My eyes were on the camera as Kyra’s were on me. Again she got to touch me. This shoot, her hand cradled my breast. She giggled as she exclaimed how much she just wanted to pinch them and I smiled as she told me I had great breasts. I would show you a picture from this photo shoot, but again, all the shots are face on and well, blurring my face would just ruin the photo. You’ll have to let your imagination run wild with this one.

And so went my photo shoot last Saturday. It was a good thing for me. It wasn’t just about the pictures and it wasn’t just about Kyra. Sylvanus smiled and said… “you do realize the attraction you have when you are in a room?” There’s this seductive energy around me. At the start of our photo shoot things were quiet and by the end, things were happy and fun. All of the sudden I found myself surrounded by people. It felt good to experience what I refuse to see in myself. I have been told that there is something about me that just pulls people in. I’m too shy to give myself credit.

Another empowering thing from the photo shoot was just being requested by other photographers. It felt good. It wasn’t about the pervs who just want a photo of a naked lady (in fact I never took my clothes off till the very end). It really was a group of photographers who wanted me as their subject.

Finally, well, there’s Kyra of course. My connection with her was strong. So strong in fact, that we are scheduled to play again. Only this time, it is just for fun. No cameras will be involved, just me and Kyra… oh and I suppose Sylvanus will be around too *wink*. Sylvanus and Kyra spent a lot of time today talking about me. How cool is that? Two people find me special enough to have long phone conversations about me? I truly am a very lucky girl. Sylvanus and Kyra have my Friday, Saturday and Sunday planned. I don’t know what’s in store. I am both happy and nervous. Sunday, will be my playdate with Kyra. It’s amazing how great 2009 is treating me!

HNT ~ Bad Girl

I have 543 pictures to choose from on Saturday…it is so hard to pick just one, and luckily, Mina has been very generous sharing snaps from our enormous adventure on Saturday. I also just completed a long conversation with Mistress Kyra where she and I have found ourselves very much marching to the same tune, and there are some wonderful things in Mina’s future now. I so enjoyed trading my pet’s time like a possession, and especially when Kyra pointed out that “she is [my] property.” Indeed she is. And when she misbehaves, I punish her like the bad girl she is:

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Happy HNT everyone! When the story of the long shoot is finally complete, I will combine all of the pics into a single album at higher resolution. In the meantime, I hope you enjoy the continued story of her adventures.

2009 HNT Gallery

Thank you Diva and Best Sex Bloggers for including this HNT in their Friday Foto Fiesta

the shoot pt 3: a softer Kyra

You can read pt 1 here and pt 2 here

So, off I go to put myself in a new outfit for Sylvanus. His choice is corset, panties, stockings and my black collar. I’m shaking from the adrenaline rush. My heart is beating fast and my ass is warm. I’m at that special place. My face is beaming in happiness. I just feel different. I think this is the point where subs usually allow a “come back to earth” period. I feel drunk as I go through the motions of getting myself dressed.

I come back and see Kyra and I will still be shooting together once more. Only this time, things are going to be more gentle. The scene that Sylvanus has chosen is that Kyra is “showing me the ropes.” I am no longer dressed as a submissive, so being a fellow Domme is more appropriate.

We start the shoot sitting side by side with our backs facing the camera. She and I can’t help but crack smiles at each other as Kyra asks Sylvanus how it is she is supposed to be looking at me.

“Should I be looking at her with longing?”

“Look at her like some twisted family love.” replies Sylvanus.

As Kyra and I turn to look at each other, Sylvanus has to make a conscious decision. Does he let me experience all my “firsts” in the context of a photo shoot, or does he hold back so I can truly experience many important “firsts” under the right circumstances? He chooses to keep the photo shoot from “going there” which took a lot to do because there were so many times that things could have turned into more.

There was a moment, as Kyra and I sat next to each other, staring into each others eyes that I wondered if Sylvanus was going to push the two of us together. Would I be kissing my first girl (even if it was a quick press of lips together)? Would she want to kiss me? Would she pull away and say sorry I don’t do anything like that in the photo shoots?

But the moment passed.

Kyra got up and stood before me. She took a stance of instructing me while I was still seated in front of her. Sylvanus had her take my hair and pull once more as a punishment for not listening to her teachings and at the same time he told her to cradle my face lovingly with her other hand.

Again, there was that moment, where Kyra could have lowered herself closer to me, while touching my face and she could have leaned in and our lips could have met.

That moment passed.

I laid myself down as Kyra stood next to me… her hands ran up and down my body. She asks Sylvanus what he would like her to do now. 

“Do whatever you would like to do.” he replies.

“I’m not sure you want me to do what I would normally do from here.”

Her movements tell me that normally, she would have gotten up on the bench with me and straddled my body beneath hers.

Instead, she moves herself closer to me and turns to face me. Her hands continue to run along my body. They go down my legs, up my thighs, so briefly by my cunt, over my tummy and along my corseted breasts. Oh the possibilites. The possibilites that could have. Should have? Perhaps another time in other conditions. Sylvanus made a wsie choice. I would much rather my first time doing anything more intimate with a woman, be between she and I. I would much rather it be her who touches me because she wants to and not because Sylvanus was setting up a scene. Of course, in the moment, these things were not running through my mind. I would have welcomed anything. I’m glad Sylvanus had his head/s in place. *wink*

The photo shoot with Kyra came to an end with her and I standing together. We took pictures standing side by side, facing each other, our bodies pressed against each other. We stood together with her spooning me from behind. Her head rested on mine. Her fingers once again found my hair and gently pulled on the strands playfully. She whispered to me of how she just couldn’t resist my hair. I could have posted some of these pics, but it just seemed so ugly to ruin the pictures by blurring out my face. Perhaps another time.

We parted from each other. Our time to shoot together for Sylvanus was over. But my shoot was not over. Suddenly I was being requested by other photographers. It seemed working with Kyra had created a little scene. Suddenly I had other people interested in shooting me.

photo shoot pt. 2 “My time with Kyra”

Part 1 of the photo shoot can be read here.

And so Kyra steps into our world. A vision of black, corseted dreams, with laced boots and full cleavage. A professional Domme who works at the dungeon, yet has a sweet smile about her. Surprise, surprise, she’s barely taller than I am, but her boots make her tower over me.

She agrees to shoot photos with me. Sylvanus tells her what the scene is. Basically, I’ve been a very bad girl and I am in need of some spankings. Kyra likes this idea very much and she happily grins as she approaches me.

I’m still bound to my shackles and Kyra likes this. The desk is still turned and faced towards the wall and I am leaning against it, my ass ready for it’s spanking. Kyra lifts my skirt and begins spanking what she calls “such a spank-able ass.”

She asks Sylvanus if she is allowed to play with me or would he like her to pose the shots. He smiles and tells her “Both. I’d like to get some shots of what you are doing, but she is yours to play with as you like.” Kyra is delighted and asks if she can “pull down [my] panties.”

“Of course you may,” Sylvanus replies.

“Well, I don’t want to assume when property is not mine.” Kyra answers.

I was breathless at this point. Sure, Sylvanus has told me that I am his and he owns me, but there is something thrilling when someone else addresses you as “property.”

Kyra’s feminine hands pull my panties down around my knees. Her hands cup and caress my ass and I can hear her grin in amusement. She begins spanking me. The spanks start soft and grow harder. She pauses and I feel her hand rub circles into my flesh. Again she spanks me, pauses, and soothes my flesh. All the while she tells me how much she just loves giving spankings. “They are so intimate.” Oh, I couldn’t agree with her more! I think I wet myself in arousal.By now my ass is warm and heated. It feels good as Kyra’s hand rubs my flesh.

At one point, I feel Kyra press her body against mine. I feel her push herself into me, as if she were going to fuck me. Her cold vinyl is a contrast to my hot skin. I feel every detail of her fish net stockings and I become a whore. She may or may not have noticed me push into her as well. Oh how I love that feeling of being taken from behind only this time… it was a woman! I nearly came right then.

Sylvanus paused the spanking shoot and asked Kyra if she had any “weapons”. “What do you want?’ she asks. “What do you have?” he responds. “Honey I have everything, just tell me what you want and I know I have it.”

Sylvanus never skipped a beat and says, “A cane. Bring out a cane.”

I gasp suddenly to myself and my eyes grow wide. I have never been caned before and certainly not by anyone else. Kyra returns with a cane. I’m sure the nervousness reads clearly in my face. “So what do you want? Bruises? Welts? Blood?”

I chime in (inappropriately as I reflect back and I knew this then as I bit my lip at my sudden outburst.) “No.. please no blood. We still have more hours of shooting.” My voice trails off and I cringe at the thought of what my outburst may have cost me. No one seemed to mind.

I go back into my place. Kyra asks me.”This is your first time right?” I nod in agreement.”Don’t worry dar’lin (she got into a cute habit of calling me dar’lin), I’ll go easy and if it’s too much just let me know.”

Well, if anyone knows me, I hate having to ask someone to stop and I never have. I’ve always done my best to keep at it. I made up my mind that I was going to take what she was going to dish out. “I’ll start with a warm up.”

The cane came down on my ass in very short, quick hits. They weren’t hard, just persistent. After awhile they did begin to sting but when it got to be too much, Kyra would stop and rub her hand on my flesh to soothe it out. She’d spank me again and then cane me once more.

It was a truly delicious experience and I’m glad Kyra was my first. Naturally, she knew how to play with me and that made the experience truly addicting.

More than anything, however, Kyra wanted to throw me over her knee. You see, she never really got a chance to lay into me. The set up of the shoot made her use her left hand, but she is a righty. We set up a bench and I slowly lowered myself over her knee. (Remember this is a bit difficult since I’m still shackled.) Once in place, well, the fun really started.

Her fingers ran through my hair, her hands caressed my ass. “I love your hair,” she grins. “Can I pull her hair again?” “Yes, of course you can.” She pulls on my hair and tugs me while smacking my ass. We go on like this for what seems forever. She tells me how she could just spank me for hours on end. She canes me a few more times to really mark me and while we are there, someone hands her a crop they had borrowed and she cropped me a few times also.

Honestly, I was in pure heaven. My ass stung in pain, yet the heat of it felt so good. I could feel how red my ass was. Kyra’s fingers pulling at my hair felt good and hearing her speak to me turned me into a puddle. Over and over she would tell me how much she loves my hair and just adores pulling it. Over and over as she caressed my ass, she told me how much she loves spanking it. She chuckles seductively as she speaks and all I can do is chuckle back and moan in pleasure.

I know there were many times that Sylvanus probably wanted to get a shot of me in pain, but I couldn’t stop smiling. I was having a great time. I couldn’t believe what was happening and I adored it. I thought of how thankful I was for Sylvanus to allow such a wonderful play session. I thought of Miss Ivy and how much I would have loved it if she were there as well.

I was in pure heaven with Kyra. When that shoot finally had to end (both to the reluctance of Kyra and myself). Sylvanus told me just how much fun he had shooting it. He also told me how much Kyra really seemed to enjoy me. It was often hard to get her to focus on the shoot when she was busy with me. He was quite pleased at how much enjoyment I brought her.

Our friend came over and removed my shackles and for the first time I could feel my marks for myself. Oh I smiled so wide and giggled. My fingers traced over the cane marks. I could feel the heat coming from my skin and warming my hands. I was in this little happy place and I didn’t want it to go away. Kyra put a spell on me. I was addicted. She says she could spank me for hours and I believe that she can… and even more so, I would happily let her.

Sylvanus told me to go change into another outfit. My time with Kyra was not over… but that is for the next post…..

the shoot

When Sylvanus first told me about a fetish photography event, I hesitated to go. A studio/dungeon was opening up their doors for a few hours to allow fetish photographers of all skill levels shoot a bunch of fetish models. What was cool was that this studio had a lot of dungeon equipment and rooms to shoot in. It was encouraged that all photographers come with a model and vice versa.

Did it sound like fun? Well, yes it did. What made me hesitate to go, was knowing that there would be models there. I wasn’t worried that I would not feel “skinny” enough. What I was worried about was not being as experienced as the other models. I was worried that other photographers wouldn’t want to shoot me because I had no modeling skills. I became a little less nervous when I found out there would be models of all skill levels.

We met up with the lovely Kelly Shibari who agreed to be a model for a friend that Sylvanus met through Fetlife. Naturally, I was Sylvanus’s model. His friend makes his own bondage gear and I was really excited to try on a few.

When we first got into the studio, Sylvanus and I went from room to room to see where and what we wanted to work with. Two photographers were already shooting. They were among the first to make it inside.

Our eyes immediately were interested in an old school desk with chair. We found a good place to set up the shoot and while Sylvanus did his set up, I left to complete my own.

I put on my pink ribbon and crossbones stockings,  a tank and panty set, a pink skirt and my pink collar. I was a vision of pink. A kind of chaotic vision of pink at that! It didn’t really all go together, but then again, little girls can’t dress themselves very well now can they? *wink*

The initial energy of the place was pretty low key. Many photographers without models were wandering around. Some people were sitting and observing. It’s that initial level of awkward when getting people together at a social gathering who don’t know each other.

Sylvanus and I set up our “bad school girl” scene next to another shoot that was going on. The photographer definitely knew what he was doing.

I immediately sat down and began doing my thing as best as I could. I gave Sylvanus many poses and faces. I did my best to play out my part for him. After some time of shooting, Sylvanus went to find his friend so that he could start coming out with some bondage equipment that would fit our scene a bit. He came back with some old fashioned metal ankle cuffs with chains that connected them and one of those really old fashioned neck yokes that have cuffs in the front of them. The cuffs held my hands out in front of me and I couldn’t move them. But before the bondage was put into place, a woman, who looked like a domme, finished her shoot. Sylvanus quickly asked her if she would like to take some pictures with me. So she became the domme school teacher who had to punish me. She held up the cuffs for my punishment. We shot a few pictures together. Once that was finished, my gear was snapped into place.

Sylvanus turned the desk around so that now my back faced the camera. He began shooting some photos of my ass in the air. He lifted up my skirt so that my pink panties were exposed. It didn’t stop there, my panties were pulled down to expose my ass. I think at this point the atmosphere of the room was changed. The energy seemed to pick up and other photographers would occasionally shoot our scene as well. I was having a lot of fun.

It seemed like Sylvanus and I were coming towards the end of the shoot when some other models walked into the room. They worked at the dungeon and had come in that day to be models for any photographers that needed one.

“Anyone here need a model?” she exclaims. Sylvanus immediately takes her attention and asks her if she would like to shoot with me.

She looks at me and smiles. “Do I get to play with her too?” I grin back as Sylvanus says, “Of course you can. She needs a spanking.”

Her name is Kyra and she is a professional domme. My time with Kyra was fantastic and full of firsts, simply because she is a woman and I haven’t done anything with a woman before. But this is a post for another time.

Stay tuned for part two of the photo shoot, “my time with Kyra”.

a trip to the store

We all know that the fabulous Miss Ivy has been giving me tasks to complete from time to time. However, yesterday was a day that my number one owner, Sylvanus, decided to give me a task as well. I needed to go to the grocery store to pick up a few things. I am able to walk there, it is only a block away.

I had made mention earlier, on the twitter timeline, that I was feeling the need to submit. So naturally, Sylvanus made my trip to the store more than just a trip. Through text, he gave me my instructions:

First, you must use your smartballs

Already I failed miserably at this. I totally forgot them before I left the house. I got so focused on the other texts that followed that by the time I made it out of the house, I had forgotten about the smartballs. I was reminded when Sylvanus asked me if they were still inside me when we crawled into bed. I gasped and told him that I had “totally forgot.” I got 3 good, hard spankings for my forgetfulness.

Second, remove your public collar and wear your small black collar.

I love this collar. It is a true collar, only the width is very skinny and it’s made of black leather. I actually think it makes quite the sexy piece of jewelry. I enjoy wearing it with the buckle facing forward. It just looks so good and feminine to me.

Third, wear no bra, but a shirt that is tight enough to show your nipples clearly when erect.

I had the perfect shirt. It was a black shirt with the word “guilty” written in red, goth-like lettering on the front. My nipples were erect when I put it on and you could clearly see they were. So, the shirt was a good choice.

These tasks will do two things: they will make you aware of your body as a sexual object and aware of my ownership of it.

I became very aware of my body. In fact the second I left the house, my tits were swaying back and forth. It was quite noticeable. Not something I have the pleasure of feeling often. I soon got over that very quickly. The day was not hot, but warm. By the time I made it back home again, the flesh underneath my breasts was soaked in my sweat. I thought of Sylvanus the whole time. Hoping that I was pleasing him.

I want you to drive our cart. listening to your phone. Be sure to make eye contact with each person you pass, taking note of how they regard you.

We have one of those little carts that you can take the store, load it up and take it back home again without using the grocery stores carts to take home. As I left the house, pushing the cart, my first encounter was with a group of teenagers. We passed by each other. Barely a glance. I thought for sure it would be the teen boys who would notice. I passed by a few people on my way there and back. Not many people gave me a reaction. I think one woman gave me the stare down. The problem with living in a city like Los Angeles, is wearing what I did is pretty much considered a fashion statement. People might think I am goth or emo.. not submissive. While in the store, I didn’t really notice any odd looks. I checked out at a self check out station. I had very few items and all the other registers had long lines. I did fail once more on my instructions. Half way to the store, I realized I was not wearing any ear buds and so could not listen to music. I suppose that works out in Sylvanus’s favor. Not having ear buds in my ears makes me more susceptible to conversation.

Text when you leave home, get to the store, leave the store, and get home.

This was an easy task to fulfill. I have always made it a habit to tell Sylvanus where I am and where I am going. Especially when it was to and from work. Since I had a long commute every day, it was important to me to let him now that I had made it safely to work and back home again. Wouldn’t want him to worry about me unnecessarily.

So there you have it. My little trip to the store. Hope you enjoyed it as much as I did. *grins*