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kind of random
1:12PM on January 06, 2010

I would like to make a video of my nipples actually GETTING hard, but every time I think about it, they get hard immediately.  Just rubbing against the fabric of my shirt gets them hard. 

whoops
2:30AM on January 06, 2010

Note to self and any future master.  *Allergic to the adhesive in duct tape as well as some bandages!* 

A New Master? Night 2
1:59AM on January 03, 2010

I am beginning to go from wet and horny to a bit weary and annoyed.  I want the tape off.  I want to play with a new toy that I got today. 

I asked him if I could play with my toy if I promised not to touch my breasts or cum.  (was feeling bold) I was given a firm "NO." 

I let him know that I bought the ginger and it was in the refrigerator.  He told me to "prepare it tomorrow."  My problem with that is that I am not sure exactly how he wants me to prepare it.  He gave me no size idea or exactly where it was going to go.  (I know where it traditionally goes, but we had talked about other areas before.)

Just a little over 12 hours to go!!! 

I hope he is pleased with me.

A New Master?
3:29AM on January 02, 2010



My ex boyfriend from last year was about as vanilla as one can be.  He talked a big talk.  He even bought wrist restraints and so on for us, but, we never used them.  They still sit in my dresser drawer, box unopened.  

I am really not sure how the subject came up, but we were chatting online and somehow we started talking about sex.  I found out that in the past few months, he had started enveloping himself in the BDSM lifestyle.  I told him about my current relationship and how I call him "sir" AND how he ordered me to sleep all night a few nights ago, with a small plug in my butt.  I told him how at first it felt good, then it started to hurt, then it felt good, etc.  I even had to go to a nail appointment with it in the next day.  Sir had directed me through masturbation the previous night but made it clear that I was not to play with myself at all until he said that I could and that the butt plug was to remain in place as well.  My ex gave no real interested reaction, only told me that I used the wrong type of plug...blah blah blah.  I asked him to enlighten me on what interests him now.  He told me that he would not discuss it with me as long as I was someone else's sub.  I was disappointed and felt a little hurt that I had shared such an intimate story with him, but he didn't seem to care. 

A few hours later, we met up online again.  I think this is where he decided to begin to test me.  I made up a story about how I had broken things off with Sir so that he would tell me more about his life now.  We talked about a couple of things like figging and spanking.  I told him that I like peppermint oil better than ginger because it is simply more convenient.  His response was, "NO, GINGER!"  I said "ok."  He continued to tell me to go to the store tomorrow and buy some ginger, bring it home and put it in the refrigerator.  Again, I just said "ok."  We talked about a few other inconsequential topics.  Then he mentioned a friend of his who had gone off of antidepressants and was having a rough time with it.  I told him that I went off of them too, because I couldn't cum when I was taking them.  Then I added that I might as well be on them again because I hadn't been able to cum in a couple of days.  I said that I think I may have overused my vibrator.  He suggested that I take a few days without trying to cum.  I said that I had already thought of that, but that my nipples are constantly in a state of arousal and I like to play with them at every opportunity.  That inevitably leads to the vibrator.  He told me to put plasters (bandaids) on my nipples.  I argued that I had tried that but that they still get hard and then I play with them anyway.  He told me to get bigger plasters.  I said that I didn't think it would work, nor did I have any.  I joked that I could just duct tape them.  He told me that was what I was to do.  I tried to not react much at the thought of that.  I said "sure."  He then said "YOU WILL COVER YOUR NIPPLES WITH DUCT TAPE AND YOU WILL NOT TOUCH THEM UNTIL SATURDAY NIGHT."  (It was so odd to "hear" him talking like this)  I said that it would hurt too badly to take the tape off and maybe I could put the bandaids on first then cover those with duct tape.  He responded with "SUNDAY NIGHT...and stop talking to me about the damned plasters!!"  Wow, that kind of startled me.  I said "ok."  (normally, I would respond with 'yes, sir' but earlier in the day, I had said that to him and he said he was NOT MY SIR.  I didn't question it.) 

I asked him what I would be doing with the ginger and he told me that he would let me know tomorrow.  "OK" I said.  He then said "by midnight, you will cover your nipples with the tape and I want two photos so that I can be assured that you have done this properly and you are NOT to touch your nipples before then either"  YIKES!  My eyes widened at the computer screen.  I asked him if he would like a photo before I put the tape on.  His response was "why would I?"  I sighed, disappointed again.  "I just thought that you might want to see what they look like when I have been playing with them."  I added that he needed to be forewarned that the only duct tape I have is bright pink.  He said "JESUS!"  I started to explain that it was cheaper than the regular..." and he cut me off asking if I wanted to keep the tape on until Monday.  I don't think I have ever typed "NO" faster in my life.  He gave me 15 minutes to do whatever I wanted to my nipples and to send him a photo.  Quickly, I set the timer on the camera and he began to count down.  The next count was 13.  I clicked off a couple of photos while I tugged and rubbed and pinched my nipples.  I squeezed my breasts together so that the nipples almost touched each other.  I switched between each breast, using both hands to squeeze them like I was trying to express milk that would never come, my breasts turning near purple.  I flicked my nipples, rolled them between my finger tips and rubbed the palms of my hands quickly across the surface.  It felt so good.  The next thing I knew, I turned to the computer and saw that I only had 2 minutes left.  I tried to not spoil it by stressing out.  I merely relaxed and enjoyed my favorite pastime.  Another thought entered my mind.  "This means that I can't fall asleep rubbing my nipples."  It's such a comfort to me, like thumb sucking.  I like to rub them and hold them while I drift off to slumber.  I may, indeed have to take up thumb sucking!  "STOP NOW"  "DAMN!" I whispered to myself.  I did get a couple of nice photos, but what good will they do me when I am not allowed to cum for nearly 3 days!??  I chose a photo that showed both breasts with my fingers around each nipple.  I sent it to him through the chat and he let it sit there for several minutes.  Grrr.  I stated, "you aren't going to accept that file because you know that I want you to see it, right?"  He said "for you, I will accept it."  Then he told me that it was a very nice photo.  I grinned.  (he never was horribly complimentary when we dated, perhaps this is the perfect niche for him) 

We went on to talk about completely non sexual topics, catching up a little bit.  Then he went to bed, reitterrating his instructions.  I took a shower and cut several long-ish strips of bright pink duct tape, pressing the fabric of the tape into my nipples and across the areola.  It took 3 layers before my nipples weren't so noticeable under the tape.  I missed them already.  I snapped a few photos and picked 3 to send, one right, one left and one of both breasts.  I hope that I don't get into trouble for sending more than 2. 

I sit here now, writing this, my nipples are somehow still hard beneath the tape.  My pussy is literally dripping and I am wishing that time would fly by until Sunday night.  I can't forget to buy ginger.  I don't want to know what the punishment for that would be.  It's 8am for him now.  I hope that he likes the photos.  Maybe if I am very good, he will let me remove the tape early. 

A Fantasy
3:42AM on December 29, 2009


Again, I sat outside with my sweater completely open.  Peppermint oil on my nipples to intensify the cold air.  A fantasy builds in my mind.  I envisioned that after I stepped back inside, there is a knock on my door.  I open the door, my breasts still exposed, to see an older man standing there.  He is at least in his 60's, looking like a kindly grandfather.   He has a stern look on his face and tells me that he has seen what I have been doing.  I notice a considerable bulge in his pants.  He continues to scold me and says that he will call the police or he has to punish me for being a bad girl.  Pushing his way inside my house, he pulls me to the couch and tells me that he will not make any call because he thinks that he can teach me my lesson.  He forces me across his lap, surprisingly strong for his age.  I try to struggle, but decide that I should take my punishment rather than risk an embarrassing visit by the police.  The man removes my sweater and leans over me, holding me in place with his upper body while pulling my pants down.  His hands are like ice on my naked bottom as he rubs them across my cheeks.  Then *smack* the first stinging blow hits my ass and I cry out.  I can't believe this is happening.  *Smack* *smack* Several more blows to my bottom as he tells me that this is what happens to bad girls.  He rubs my butt which makes the pain worse.  My ass must be bright pink by now.  Another spank before he wets his finger and spreads my cheeks apart.  My eyes widen as he pushes his finger into my little butthole and continues his assault on my upper thighs and bottom.  His finger plunges into me with such force that it makes my body lunge forward with every stroke.  I am panicking.  What have I done?  I shouldn't have been outside with my breasts exposed.  The man's voice changes then and he tells me that I am taking my punishment well.  I can feel my pussy getting wet and the bulge in the man's pants growing under my tummy.  He twists his rough finger in my butt and I moan.  Now gently, he moves it in and out, his thumb reaching down to my pussy.  The man tells me that he is going to show me the rewards that good girls get.

My fantasy hasn't gotten any further than that because I am far too turned on to write anything else. 

night
5:10AM on December 28, 2009


It's now become a nightly ritual.  I rub lotion all over my tits, paying a lot of attention to my nipples.  I wear just a sweatshirt or sweater and pajama bottoms and go out to my porch.  I smoke a cigarette with the sweater completely open, exposing my breasts to the night air.  The lotion intensifies the cold while keeping my nipples from getting rough.  God it feels good.  In the darkness, I know that my alabaster skin can still be seen while I reach up to my nipples and pull on them - icy to the touch. 

a little crazy
9:44PM on December 22, 2009



I spent a few minutes outside tonight.  I sat on my porch wearing jeans with no panties.  My little plug inserted up my butthole.  I wore a jacket with a broken zipper and nothing underneath.  I had put vaporub on my nipples and clit.  The snowy cold felt wonderful. I smoked a cigarette and pulled on my nipples, underneath my jacket with my other hand.  I did kegel exercises, squeezing my pussy and my sphincter pulsed around the plug in my ass.  If only someone had seen me.  I am going to use my vibrator on my hard nipples now.  I love the sting.