Unexpected moments

The evening had turned unexpectedly cool, so taking advantage of that one slid onto His lap for a hug. Sitting astride Him one pressed naked flesh along his length and rested the head in the crook of his shoulder. He responded by gently stroking the back with one hand and an arse cheek with the other...

The body relaxed under the soothing, stroking motions...

It was a rookie mistake.

Of course what He was doing was range finding because the hand on the back found that spot, just above the shoulders, that renders you unable to get up and his other hand delivered an experimental slap on that arse cheek.

Squirming was futile as He just applied more pressure on the shoulders until one was pinned against his chest...

And then His other hand landed rhythmic blows on the arse. They fluctuated between hard and soft and then they just got harder and harder until one was whimpering into His shoulder.

He has a nasty hard hand...

And hug doesn't mean what he thinks it means :(

Disturbing things

His hand was wrapped around a breast causing the strangest sensation. It pushes the breast tissue forward and makes the nipple stretch and flatten out. Rubbing an experimental finger over the nipple and giving it a tweak one found it had very little feeling. It's like the nipple loses all sensation one naively commented.

He of course took that as a challenge... needless to say he won.

I'd like to try this with a belt or rope instead of my hand He commented. See if we can make them go purple...

Whimpers quietly

Holidays... continued

It is no secret that we travel less than light. Oh it's not clothes that burden us, but bedding. We like our own pillows and one small slave is forced to take a doona 'cos He does not share bedding; his, the hotels... it makes no difference. This time He decided to not take his pillow so it was only princess loaded down with hers...

He mocked quietly

Waking up in the darkened hotel room one realised that it was cold. Fumbling for the doona one found it... securely wrapped around Him. Gentle moves to retrieve it were met with firm clutching, as He took it further away to join all the rest of the bedding he was hoarding. Sighing one went back to an uneasy sleep muttering depreciating comments about masters who are greedy little bedding hogs.

At some stage one woke up and managed to free the doona from its captor. Of course it was wrong side up; the toes could feel the embroidered butterflies. So turning it one made to snuggle down. He sensed the movement and pounced...

A tussled ensued... it was brief and ugly

One small slave won :D

Waking up a brief time later one gave up, got up, showered and assessed last night's damage.

Yep He wrecked it. It will probably take a couple of days for the swelling to go down :(

We went down for breakfast, bleary eyed... well one of us was... the other one looked smugly triumphant and chipper. He stayed that way through several laps of a very good hotel breakfast buffet.

He was still looking that way as one drifted off... or tried to... in a desperate attempt to catch up on some sleep before we checked out. It was doomed to be short. In fact He awoke one at the appointed hour by trying to give one a matching set of wrecked holes. He's a giver like that...

Paying our account we hit the road, pausing to stop at a gaming store and to take some pics of these fabulous little guys on the way

Now we were supposed to stop at IKEA on the way home to look for a new book case to house all these bloody games that are starting to spill out all over the place. It was sweltering and even with the air-con in the car turned on full blast our shirts were soaked. We looked at the idea, admitted to being foot sore, hot and tired. We made vague noises of commitment to checking it out online and getting it delivered and ran for home. It ended up with a dream run and we finished up the afternoon sitting in the pool groaning in relief.

Some parts of us more than others might one add...

Might plead for an early night... under our respective doonas... glares balefully at the thief

Holidays

Ho... holidays... warbles happily, slightly off key

Ah where to begin? Perhaps at our first port of call on the way down the coast? We only went there for one reason; to try on a certain company for size as they have one item coming up in their fall release that interests us both. As scary a concept though that is, it had to happen sometime eventually. Any way we got there to find that they are there no more, so one small slave is going to have to travel into the city... oh damn what a shame... not.

 

While there He had to answer the call of nature. He was only gone for 10 minutes, but a girl can do awful things left unsupervised in a sports shoe store...

It might have used up the ugly shoe allowance for another five years, but it was worth it. These little puppies are like walking on marshmallows.

Tries hard to look repentant...

And fails miserably :D

We made it to the coast via Harbour Town, which is an outlet shopping complex. He found another pair of Converse for his captured breeding programme. See He's allowed to buy ugly shoes and no one says no to him... pouts. Mind you there were a few pairs of shoes that made it into one small slave's stash that may not pass enthusiastic inspection by Him when the time comes to wear them so...

Your shoe choices are awesome Master :D

There was also a bright pink handbag that might have crawled into the stash from there as well. Mind you it's not as bright as those shoes above :)

Finally we made it to the hotel... fashionably late by that stage... to overlook this view

We left after a quick shower to wander down the road to continue His experiment with chicken korma from around the country side. The food was superb, which considering how long the walk turned out to be was just as well. Wandering... well it was more waddling... back to the hotel we passed this lovely creature all bathed in lights that changed colour. 

Of course the camera only liked the purple...

This is the universe taking the piss isn't it?

Picking up a little aperitif at the local bottle shop, we curled up on the balcony looking over the lights and anesthetised our feet. Marathon shopping... made easier for one of us by those awesome shoes... followed by a march that went on forever was a bit more than we had bargained on. He was whimpering like a girl...

Something that He made one do later as he undid all the anal plugs good work by pounding the arse into submission...

Think He broke the damn thing...

More sexy slave stuff

Or rather more stuff they don't mention in those threads...

This morning was spent detailing the car. It was a hot as hell and with enough humidity that it felt like you were in a glass house. An hour and a half later one emerged... dripping. Oh wait maybe this is like those threads. There was dripping after all.

Why all this sudden flurry of activity you may be wondering. Ah well we are off to the Gold Coast for a couple of days. It's a place that is the love child of Florida's fling with Vegas... if such a thing happened... only not so classy and with a lot more crime. Anyway there will be pics, but for the next couple of days there will just be a place holder put up on the blog.

Oh and what was the reward for all that hot sexy slave action? 'Cos time on Fet keeps telling us that good slaves are rewarded by mutually beneficial behaviour. The Njoy reacquainted itself with one's arse....

Maybe the pleasure of a job well done was reward enough...

Who'd a thunk it?

Or important things learnt on Fet this week...

It has come to one small slave's attention that calling Him bastard, even capitalised and bolded, might be perceived as less than respectful.

Well who knew?

Guess screaming obscenities in His direction is probably less so then?

Sighs live and learn baby, live and learn...