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.

I hereby declare the law of procrastination obsolete

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Self-punishment update

This week I have been staying in a friend’s cabin and I still have some days to go. It has been a most wonderful time especially for satisfying my masochistic urges. Each morning I go out barefoot in the cold dew to pick switches and birch rods which I then use on my bare bottom. The absolute minimum per session is one hundred strokes but I often keep on trashing myself a bit more as I get so horny and excited that I simply cannot stop. After each session I lay down masturbating frantically for a long time, driving myself to the most fantastic orgasms, fuelled by the burning fire in my buttocks.

I punish myself with 100 strokes several times a day and each night before I go to bed I give myself an extra hard trashing which keeps me desperately hot until I finally fall asleep after more orgasms than I can count. Last night I actually succeeded to draw blood by using a birch rod with several smaller branches. Just above my buttocks where the skin is more sensitive but believe me, it was a gorgeous feeling to see the bloody streak on my skin. All these trashings have made the skin on my rump rough and harder to break but I am working on it. Maybe it’s a good thing that I will soon be home again as my poor bottom will have to rest and I simply cannot stop whipping myself when I’m out here.

I hope you are having a wonderful time, wherever you are. If you like my blog, please subscribe to it by an RSS-feed so you don’t miss anything. Hugs and kisses from your horny slaveslut tina.

The noble art of marketing

I just saw a post in a web forum where a guy was wondering why he never got any answers from women to his posts. Without having seen this particular post I have a pretty good idea why.
Enter a forum or a chat room as a female and you are instantly bombarded with photos of many men’s most precious possession: their cock! Usually in an erect state and the text goes something like “can you take a XL dick… pm me now”.

Seriously, if I wanted a dildo I would go out and buy one! I don’t need the entire kit – all the rest that comes with the dick. A dildo would, I suspect, in many cases have a more advanced intellectual capacity than the guys who post this rubbish. For me it’s a real turn-off, Besides, if your unique selling point is your dick, I would say your chances of getting a reply from any woman is microscopic.

Now and then I cyber-play. I used to have a very active IRC period and I still use it at times. So what do I encounter when I log in? Either “hi slut”, “come here slut”, just “hi” or “a/s/l”.

A/s/l? Am I supposed to answer 40/f/Stockholm? What a wonderful way of having a conversation. The a/s/l bit alone tells me that this person will not be of any interest to me. Just imagine what the play would be like. A lot of abbreviations there too, I suppose.

Our personality shines through very effectively in the way we use the language. The man who has a way with words will certainly spark my interest. After all, this was how I met my Master. A beautiful, rich language is a sign of creativity and it really turns me on. Yes, I think such a language is very sexy.

But what if you simply cannot do any better? If your skills in writing are so limited that you could not write more advanced sentences than 7-8 words at a time? Can you compensate your verbal shortcomings by having a huge dick?

No, I don’t think so. At least you are not for me. If you want to get through to any woman it will take a lot more than a photo of your cock.

By the way, anyone out there who recognize this artist? There was a set of pics about this girl Sheila being punished in many different ways. I would very much like to have these pics as I find them arousing.