I surrender

I just can’t take it anymore! My lusts have taken complete control of my mind and I can’t think straight. How long will you make me wait? I have been walking around like a caged animal all day long, barefoot and with just a short skirt and a top on. Nothing else. Wide open and available for your pleasure. I have been yearning so much it has driven me to desperation. You have explicitly forbidden me to masturbate as you want me as aroused as possible when you come to claim your property. But when are you coming to me? Oh, this is the worst of tortures I have ever experienced and I would rather be suffering on the rack than going through this ordeal.

As you close the door behind you I am drawn into your arms by a magnetism I cannot resist. Please hold me tighter. Your gentle kisses evokes a lust within me which just keeps on growing, making every fibre of my body yearning for love. I know that your soft kisses will turn more and more demanding, that soon you will want to place sweet sucking marks on my neck. Soon your teeth will sink into my flesh leaving marks of love. Please conquer me. I surrender to you completely.

I wrap one leg around you, rubbing myself against you like a shameless slut. My entire being is uproar with the ever consuming fire of lust and passion that rules my body and my mind. Yes, I am yours now. Only yours. Please use me as you wish. I love you passionately and eternally. This is happiness.

Please punish me hard, Master!

I feel your strong yet senstive hands gently sliding down my back as our lips meet and I close my eyes, for what reason I don't know. Our tongues meet and start sliding in and out of the others mouths while I tiptoe and curl my leg around you, shamelessly rubbing myself against you while our French kisses are getting deeper and more passionate all the time. My blood is boiling with desire and as Í feel your hands sliding in under my short skirt and cupping my buttocks I am moaning with lust. Raw, pure lust. Yes, it's happening again. My passions are taking control of me and there is nothing I could do to stop it even if i wanted to.

You draw up my skirt and exposes by buttocks, gently caressing them, pinching, slapping them lightly... then the scene takes on a new direction. Your kisses become more aggressive and demanding and you move down my neck, leaving vivid sucking marks in my flesh. Oh, how I love this. We would never enter into vanilla sex and this is just a starter. But I realize that before I can be released from all the excitement building up within me I shall have to suffer at your hands. From putting sucking marks on my neck and shoulders you begin to nibble my ears, my lips, down to my stiff nipples, then your nibbles turn into harsh bites and you are sinking your teeth into my flesh, without drawing blood but leaving vivid teeth mark. Oh, please bite my nipples again... harder... you can read my mind, I know that... yessss, now you are concentrating on my nipples and while you bite one you pinch the other between your thumb and forefinger, pulling and rolling it, squeeezing harder... mmm I feel like oing crazy from the intense pain but just want more... my moans are of passion and desire just as much as pain... please, bite me harder, torture me, yes, now the areola... your teeth sink into my breasts and I love it... don't stop, please...

You drag me by my ear to the shed. The door is closed and you force me down over the trestle. You strap me tightly to the trestle drawing the straps so tight they cut into my flesh. My ankles and wrists are tied to the foot of the trestle and I am bent forward with my taut bottom sticking up for maximum exposure and impact and my head down with my hair hanging before my eyes. My legs are wide apart and I feel ashamed about the glistening juices down my thighs.

You choose a long heavy stick made of pure Swedish spruce. The bark has been cut off and as this has been done with a knife the surface is jagged. I fear this dreadful punishment tool as much as I know that I must have it. When I am tightly strapped to the trestle you brandish your ferocious weapon, swishing the stick through the air. Even one single stroke will leave me screaming out loud and begging for mercy while I will still be begging for another one, harder please. The stick is very hard and the impact is almost paralyzing, a dull pain which keeps on spreading through every nerve in my body. It leaves huge hard welts and easily penetrate the skin. I know that you will not spare the rod and that you will lay on the strokes with full force. Oh, how many days will I have to lay on my stomach after this session?

- Tina, you know why you are being punished?

- Yes Master... because I am a wanton slut who is ruled by my pussy and my wicked thoughts. Please punish me hard and show me no mercy.

You raise your arm, take aim and I brace myself for the first vicious stroke, knowing that I will get my reward and my release when I have gone through my ordeal.

I love you, Master...

Freedom of speech? Not on Facebook!

Just to let you know that the Facebook group I started, 'Masochistic Women', was just removed by Facebook. Why? It definitely contained no offensive images - I checked it out daily to see that no photos of the sort had been added in order not to give Facebook an excuse to remove the group. But obvióusly they don't need any rational reasons as they removed it anyway. I can just assume that it was the name of the group that Facebook didn't approve. Obviously the very description 'masochistic women' is something obscene in some people's minds. What if for instance the gay community was treated this way? Dare we mention freedom of speech?

Will this sort of censorship happen also to the blogging community? I don't think so. There are too many resources which will help you getting your message through if one fails. The trouble with Facebook is that they think they have a divine right to decide what you and I should think and write about. This is censorship in its most disgusting form and with the huge fanbase that Facebook has today they are acting like they have a monopoly of network building resources. You may have built a network of thousands of friends just to have your account blocked at the whim of somebody who just wants to use his power. Yes, somehow I doubt there is any women behind this nonsense.

Anyway, tomorrow some entrepreneur out there will have created a better alternative to this community and Facebook will be history...

Masochistic Women’s Group

Thanks to my friend Mo Tard who took this great pic with Seffana at the Castle of Abadie. More about her on http://www.seffana.net

Here I am again! I hope you are all well and that this is going to be our greatest year sofar. Yes, let’s make it great! ^

I have been using Facebook for a while and although my activities there have been spasmodic it is a forum which has a big potential for creating contacts and it is good for interacting with others. Facebook does have its negative sides, though, especially if you are into our very special interests.

Anyway, I recently started a Facebook group, Masochistic Women. If you are a member of Facebook you are welcome to join. Any member can upload photos, videoclips and so on and discussions are especially welcome. Do check it out. And please accept my apologies for my long absence. Another good reason to have me punished… kisses, tina.

It's all over now...

Bethanny Anne Lough (Jessica Meyers) March 19, 1982 - October 2, 2009.

Rest in peace, sweet Beth. Our thoughts goes to your friend Jesse who will now have to go on living without you until the day you are reunited.

Update: Beth's heart has stopped and her condition is critical

Yes, I realize that you want to read about other things and that that's why you came here. Forgive me but I simply cannot think of anything else but Beth right now. I know it may feel a bit strange to pray for the life of somebody you never met or don't know. No, I have never met Beth, either. We only know each other through Facebook. The latest reports from more than three hours ago says she is supported by a breathing machine and her heart has stopped twice. So please concentrate all your thoughts and prayers on her recovery. I am praying for good news soon.

My blog will get back to normal very soon but right now I ask you to join me in focusing on Beth's recovery. Let's make a miracle happen.

Pray for Beth - she needs it right now!

One of my Facebok friends, the lovely Beth Lough, is at the moment in hospital in a critical condition after a serious car accident. According to her FB page it's updated by a friend who gives us updates on Beth's condition. Please join me in focusing all of your energy, positive thoughts and prayers on her recovery so she can come home to her loved ones very soon. Faith can work miracles. Thank you all.