kinks that i haven't experienced yet

I would love to be branded...like actually branded with a branding iron.  I know it would hurt like hell and I would hate that.  I'm sure I would scream and cry and pout for days, maybe weeks.  But I would love it!  I like the idea of being caged (as long as I can stretch out and not be cramped in pain).  I've never been suspended or on any kind of rack, and think it is terribly scary, but would like to try if my Master wanted it.  Basically, anything that my Master would like to try with me, I am very VERY interested in doing for him.  I also know that there are a million things in the realm of humiliation that I've not experienced that I'm sure my Master wants to do and though I don't like being humiliated, I like being humiliated.  I know that's hard to explain and understand, but I know that there are a lot of subs who know exactly what I mean and many people that can explain more eloquently what I mean.

I'm sure that there are many more kinks that I'd like to or be willing to try that I haven't thought of.

New/Old Chore

There was a time when my Master picked out all of my clothing.  At that time I had a lot of clothing, a lot of underclothing, etc...  I was a size 4/6.  Now I am a size 10...uck..but, ohwell.  So, all of that clothing doesn't fit anymore and my wardrobe is not as abundant as it was then.  Between those size points, I began to get irritated with my Master picking out my clothing for work because I didn't agree with some of his choices as being "professional".  He would try to argue that the woman's body was beautiful and it didn't matter if my nipples stuck out so.  I disagreed.  So the rule was changed to where I could select my work clothing.  And then I became depressed at how much of my clothing didn't fit and so the rule was put on the back burner.
Now, however, I've asked for the rule to be reinstated and my Master was happy with this, I think.  I rearranged and cleaned out and packed up things from my huge closet so that now things readily available actually fit me and I've separated what I feel comfortable wearing to work - thus work clothes - to a separate section.
I will now add this to my list of rules.  :)

Authority, Authoritay, and Taking It

Last night, I got "in trouble".  I can't remember exactly why, only that somehow it had to do with "authority".  I know I had asked him earlier if he was going to torture me tonight.  And he said, "yes".  I can't remember how we got on the subject of authority.  (I'm sure as soon as he reads this that he will "remind" me.) I think that I might have been mocking him by saying, "authoritay".  LOL  Anyway, I had had a couple glasses of wine.  It only takes one for me to "feel pretty good".  My Master got that, "oh, really" look on his face and pulled my pants down, leaned me over the bed, and started wacking me really hard with a plastic hanger.  OUCH!!!!  (I was really upset with myself because I had planned in my head from early in the evening that I was going to take as much as I could this night without my usual whining at the first smack.  I really have a low pain tolerance, but I don't like that fact about myself.  I want to be able to "take it".             Maybe I'm wrong, but I feel like I would be a better little girl if I could take more.  And that makes me want to take more.  But, I couldn't and I was whining and squealing and jumping around and he was throwing me back down on the bed over and over.  Then he handed me my little summer robe and told me to put on my sandals.  I was like..what?  why?  He led me outside into the backyard and around the side of the house where it is really dark.  He had his cell with him and I expected that he was going to make me pose nude while he took pics.  But, instead he led me to the front yard and out to the car.  I was like, "What are we doing?  Where are we going?  Someone might see me. "   He was like, "You were wearing nearly the same earlier when we went to the store."  ( I was wearing a skirt and tank and sandals.)   I was like, "Yeah, but this is a ROBE!!!!"  We got in the car and he told me to "Open the robe".  I was like freaking out a bit, but the wine kept me just a little calmer.  I was like, "Someone could see me!"  We were right in front of thehouse under a street light.  But I complied.  Then he started the car and drove me around the neighborhood like that.  I was like freaking out and whining all the while.  He said, "Now who is the authority."  I became quite quiet and said, "You are."    "WHAT?"  "You are, Daddy."  sigh....how humiliating!

Cigars

Ok, so I totally felt like a really bad girl.  My Master just took me to the 7-11 to get a cigar.  I really love the smell.....mmmmmmmmmmm.  So, he bought one and we rode around and smoked it together.  I felt like I was really being naughty and getting away with something.  My Master smokes.  I don't.  But, smoking a cigar is not smoking, right?  We rode and talked and then came back to the house.  (We have teens, so I wouldn't dare smoke in front of them, I guess, I wouldn't anyway.)  It was so much fun to do that little thing.  Except for the fact that I was wearing a skirt and going commando and my Master did not take advantage of me.  I had thought that maybe we would stop as we drove on the parkway and fuck.  Oooo...I really wanted to.  But, I was blabbering on and the next thing I knew we were parked in front of the house and I was like...ohhhhhhhhhh.  :(  But I told my Master how wonderful the outing and cigar was...because it really, really was a blast! 

A blog of my real life submission to my Master.

The writing of this blog was consented to by my Master.  I met my Master online about 8 years ago.  We started r/l about 4 months later and then we married 5 years ago.  I am his precious pet and treasure, his submissive.  I love him deeply and with all my heart.  He is my best friend as well as my Master.  He takes care of me and I serve him.  My submission continues to grow as I continue in the world of BDSM.