Dee’s birthday story

It’s my birthday, and I have received many wonderful gifts from many wonderful lovers today. But my owner and m’Lady, Tethys, has given me a very precious present: a story zie has written herself, read out and recorded for me to hear in hir own voice.

I am delighted and honoured that zie is willing for me to share the text of that story with you all. I hope you find it as arousing as I do. Enjoy!

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Collared

I really like D/s, and a lot of what it entails (yeah, duh, I know). A quick look at the BDSM and kinky categories over in my sidebar, and all the sub-categories, shows that I have and have had a lot of fun experimenting in the time I’ve kept this blog.  A few years ago I figured out that I am no longer entirely on the bottom end of the spectrum (hooray for switchy proclivities, which keeps Hylas well entertained).

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Pain versus pain

It’s been two weeks today since I took my last painkiller. Technically I am still allowed to take some – I could have taken up to four last week, and up until Sunday this week I am able to take three – but I haven’t needed to.

The last painkillers I took were on my flight over to Melbourne. I haven’t taken any since. This is a HUGE thing. Because remember that chronic, daily, never-goes-away-ever migraine? The one I’ve had for over six years? I take painkillers for that.

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Back to earth

After ten amazing and intense days with Tethys, I have landed back in the regular everyday world with a ‘thump’. And that thump hurts like a bastard. It’s a hurt that says: ‘you had something amazing for a few days. Now back to reality for you.’

I know I am lucky. So far as regular everyday worlds go, mine is pretty damned awesome! I live with an amazing husband who snuggles me good, makes me tea, comes on my tits and rubs it in lovingly, listens indulgently to my shenanigans, and conspires with my pet to plan something for my birthday (I assume it’s my birthday. Come on, guys!). I see my beloved pet three or four days a week and he paints my toenails for me, encourages me to plunder his arse (and teases mine in return), covers me in slobbery pet kisses, and generally is the bestest pet a Boss could ask for – even with the conspiracy-in-progress …

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The voyages of Dionysos

For those of you come part-way through the tale, let me tell you about Dionysos. He was part of this story right from the very beginning, as together we discovered what kink was – he from the top and myself from the bottom.

Over the years, we experimented with rope and chains and orgasm denial and pegs and flogging – all sorts of wicked and wonderful things. With him we learned swiftly that I adored having photographs taken from every conceivable angle … and somehow that it was extra funny when ducks were involved.

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Don’t submit to this movie

If you’re a kinkster who’s into BDSM? Don’t bother to watch this DVD. If you’re curious about submitting to your partner (or your partner submitting to you)? Don’t bother to watchthis DVD. If you just want something appalling to laugh at? Well, maybe this is for you – but make sure you’re part of a crowd of mockers. And have pizza. Otherwise you’re watching a crappy film by yourself, and you’ll never make it through.

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Bite me

Lean in close. Open your mouth and show your teeth to me. Capture my gaze, with the look in your eye that tells me you are about to clamp down and hurt me.

Curl your lips back. Flick your tongue. Blink slowly, knowing you have my full attention. Lean in closer.

Then take my skin between your teeth. Feel it caught between your jaws. Bear down. Press in. Growl in the back of your throat.

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Sadistic Moments

There are moments that stay with me throughout the evening. Moments that I endeavour to hold onto, to clasp within my fingers and not lose in the rush of pain, of endorphins, of submission. Some are captured by the camera for later. Some are held only behind my eyelids.

There is Dionysos: slowly and deliberately rolling up the (crimson red) sleeves of his shirt, the fabric folding over and over as his forearms are revealed. There is me, kneeling before him: sharply chided as my eyes slide sideways to see what Kiana is doing. There is me, my face reddening as my eyes snap back to focus on his; his scowl; his fingers folding his shirt-sleeves.

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Suffer

I suffer.

I suffer, for it has been too long.

I suffer, for it has been too long since you have hurt me. Since, released from my cage, I have cried out in pain, my crescendoing vocals matching the rhythmic agony you inflict.

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Trust

You are all I can see, kneeling above me as I lie on your bed. Your thighs are pressed hard against my waist and your hand rests on my throat, thumb and forefinger capturing my breath. I can feel the pressure of your finger tips, the way the webbing is not quite pressed against on my windpipe. Restraint with your restraint. I know you could press down, easily, and part of me yearns for it. Your eyes lock on mine, and I can hear your growl, see your teeth, feel your need to rend and rip and damage.

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