It was a lovely day, warm and beautiful and the woods were deserted, so obviously we got naked. Well, I say deserted…while Mat and I were talking a walk here we were accosted by a polite but fascinated observer. After a little chat he went on his way leaving us to take this photograph.Woods

Happy HNT!

Woods are another Scavenger Hunt location. I make this my fifteenth!

Scavenger-Hunt-Gold

When he received the email from his mistress he thought he knew what it contained from the subject line alone. He was wrong.

“Tomorrow morning when you awake take a tray of ice cubes from the freezer and tip them all into an ice bucket. Top it up with water until it is nearly full. Then immerse your cock and balls into the water for as long as you can. Use a stopwatch to measure how long that is and send me a message to let me know immediately.”

He shivered as he read the email, whether in fear or anticipation he didn’t even know himself.

The next morning he got out of bed reluctantly and went down to the kitchen not bothering to put clothes on. He took a tray of ice cubes out of the freezer and tipped them clattering into the ice bucket. Automatically he refilled the tray and returned it to the freezer. He topped up the ice bucket under the tap and then stood holding it awkwardly.

He was horribly aware of his cock, now unbelievably erect, as he contemplated the cold. He attempted to dip the tip of his erection into the water as he held the bucket. He drew back quickly. It was cold!
Finally he placed the ice bucket on a kitchen stool and with his eyes on the second-hand on the clock leaned over it and plunged his cock in. When the water reached his balls he recoiled and pulled out shivering. That was two second surely, maybe even three.

He sent his mistress his reply before heading off for a thankfully warm shower and starting his day.

Her reply arrived that evening. Praising his obedience and demanding a repeat the following day with one small change; the length of time specified precisely for him.

The next morning he stood naked leaning over the full ice bucket his eyes fixed on the clock. He leaned in, immersing his cock into the cold water, biting his lip as he counted the seconds. One, two, three, the shock of the cold made him gasp. Four, five, six, the cold seeped into him. Seven, eight, he withdrew swiftly and gratefully.

When he saw that his Domme had replied to his message of compliance he hesitated before opening it. When he saw how long the next days immersion was to be he wondered if he could endure.

The erection that stirred as he woke seemed a horribly irony as he prepared the ice bucket which was to torture his flesh. He whimpered as he plunged his cock and balls into the icy liquid.
“Mistress” he sobbed softly as thirty long seconds ticked by. His suffering was her delight.

The next message from his Domme added a new dimension to the challenge. He was to phone his mistress so that she could listen in to his morning awakening.

He prepared the icy water as usual before calling.
“Good morning ma’am”.
“Good morning”, she smiled.
“I’m ready” he murmured quietly.
“Then go ahead”.
The cold was no less shocking than before and he was hardly aware of the soft moan he let out. What he heard however was the soft purr of his mistress’ delight.
Her cooing “Good boy” held him still in the midst of his distress, and buoyed him up.
When she softly whispered after an unmeasurable time “that’s enough” he was almost reluctant for the moment to end.

He hadn’t expected another message but to his terror and delight one was waiting when he arrived home. He was to repeat his challenge one last time, again with his Domme on the phone while he did so. He wondered what evil she had planned, how long would she torture him for tomorrow?
His hands were shaking slightly as he tipped the ice cubes out of their tray. He refilled it with a slight sense of regret that this was the end of his challenge. He added the cold water and put the ice bucket on its stool before phoning his Domme.

At her command he lowered his cock into the water, leaning forward until his balls were immersed also. This last time he wanted her to be pleased with his suffering, to take exactly what she demanded from him.
His murmurs of “Mistress” were almost incoherent as the chill bit into him.
“Now take an ice cube in your hand”, the new instruction startled him.
“Yes, Mistress”.
He did as he was bidden. At her command he trailed it over his naked chest, rolling it over his nipples, leaving a trail of water across his flesh as it melted.
“Now push it into your ass”, she commanded, “let it cool you from the inside”.
“Mistress” he moaned. Was that acquiescence or a plea for mercy? He didn’t know.
“Now”.
That word, that insistence and he pushed what remained of the cube inside him.
The cold was everywhere, inside, outside. But his mistress warmed him with her approval, her encouragement and her delight.

Then, finally, she released him from the cold, his challenge completed at last.

Waterfall

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In Ireland we found this beautiful waterfall. The surprise? Mat and I got naked and had a swim.

Surprise Saturday

This is a Scavenger Hunt location too.

Scavenger-Hunt-Gold

Rope and SteelD/s has been struggling to find space in my life recently. Of course there are the little rituals that keep our lives ticking over but some things have been missing…and missed. As they become less common the confidence to even try to find them suffers and so begins a vicious spiral.

What a welcome relief then to get away from the limitations of ordinary, everyday life for a little while and have a break. New surroundings and a lack of routine are both things that seem to open up the space for play.

I would have said we were tired, that we needed sleep but when Mat lay back across the bed, naked, just inviting me to play with his body I could hardly resist. I took my dagger and ran it lightly across his body; threatening and gentle. I used the flat of it to tap his balls and I pressed the point of it into his skin until it left a mark. with my hands I stroked his face and tweaked his nipples. I wanked his cock and watched him gasp but I held back from giving him too much pleasure.

After all, we did need to sleep. I took rope and tied it around the base of his cock and then pulling it back between his legs I settled down to sleep still holding and tugging my Boy.

Waking, holding the rope, in the early light was a delight. A pleasure too long missed. My Boy and I, for once, awake together.

I couldn’t resist playing with his body and began to wank him again. I took up my dagger and laid it across his throat with one hand as I pulled him to the edge of orgasm with the other. I let it fade and then enjoyed bringing him to the point of no return. My good Boy, steel across his throat as he bucked in helpless pleasure.

For those precious hours he was my Boy and I was his Domme. Perfect, happy and complete; with rope and steel.

 

AndromedaThis is not strictly a picture of a human I admit but I’ve always loved statues and I’ve always loved the story of Andromeda.

Really what’s not to like; a beautiful girl being fed to a terrifying sea serpent and considerately provided naked because those clothes really get stuck in your teeth. I assume the monster is just supposed to find the chain sort of chewy.

And of course, said girl is conveniently rescued by a handsome hero with a big sword. I’ve already said I want to be the hero, so here is the reward.

Happy HNT!

When you feel unable to speak and yet your heart is full.

Sonnet VIII  – The Secret

I hold a secret close within my heart,
With force that may not ever be revealed,
The words of love that from my lips would start,
Are held inside, for must my lips be sealed.
Were I to speak the love I feel within,
You would pour scorn on such a raging flood
Of heartfelt passion that my eyes would dim
And in that dark would pain become my blood.
And yet that pouring out of love, denied
Is substitute for more intense desire,
The need for lust itself to be untied
And touch inflame our bodies into fire.
But passions fires are banked and love is dumb,
Yet hearts need words and these rhymes give them some.

© Caitlin 2014

A hopelessly romantic fantasy of submission but this one is all mine.

“Your Mistress commands you wear this until you are with me again.” was all the note said.

Matthew looked at the contents of the envelope; one handwritten note and a simple black friendship band. He regarded it doubtfully.
‘At least it is subtle’ he thought. Tying it on his wrist was a tricky problem and involved the use of teeth but at last he got it fastened. He turned his wrist this way and that regarding the symbol of his bondage and then pushed it up under his cuff.

On the way into the office he was uncomfortably aware of the extra weight, although tiny, on his wrist. He found his eyes flicking to it as he drove.
“Still, if Mistress demands it” he reflected.

His morning was occasionally distracted by the presence of the bracelet on his wrist. He looked at it curiously wondering whether Rowena had made it herself, and as he thought of her and of seeing her that night a gentle smile fell across his face.
“Nice bracelet”, he looked up, startled, from his reverie as Marie from finance stood by his desk.
“Er, yes, thank you”, he muttered discomforted. Self consciously he tugged his shirt sleeve down to cover the friendship band up and hide the all too visible reminder of his submission.

In the afternoon he found his fingers running over it gently, turning about his wrist. A tiny link to his Mistress, loved but distant. He was her Boy, even here in the middle of his busy day.

Later, at home, he regarded it doubtfully as he stripped naked to have a shower.
‘Until you are with me’ the note had said. He left it on.

It survived unscathed, only a little damp, and he turned his wrist looking at it while he pondered what to wear to meet his Mistress. He pulled out a short sleeve shirt, as it was a warm night, and assessed his image in the mirror critically. The band simple and unobtrusive, yet marking him as an owned Boy, a possession, a plaything, Rowena’s. He was unaware of the pleasure in his face as he hurried out to meet her.

The bar they were meeting at was crowded. She was sitting at a table by herself. She had come straight from work and looked a little tired. Her face transformed as she saw him.
“Matthew”, she smiled with delight. “My Boy” she added quietly as she gestured him into the chair. She held out her hand imperiously and he put his wrist into it, the bracelet clearly on display.
“Good Boy”, her praise was sweet.

Later, much later, he found himself, naked, sore, kneeling at her feet, his head to the floor. Rowena stood over him, all tiredness vanished, refreshed by each moment she had used him, hurt him, played with him.
“Up Boy”, she lifted his head until he was looking up at her. She took his hand and stroked the bracelet knotted around it.
“Shall I release you from this now?”, she asked him gently.

He looked up at her adoringly, “No Mistress, please let me wear it”.

 

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