Dry earth needs water

Art by Odd Nerdrum ° Pissing woman

Yes, the girl is back. I had a wonderful vacation, nice weather, lots of sun and the sea. And dry earth. The orgasm-ban was discarded, but there was one instruction from T. i had to accomplish:

this command means that you at some time seclude yourself to connect with me. This moment is chosen with care and commitment and during that moment you surrender yourself, like a devoted submissive. My posession surrenders herself to her rooted masochism and her deeply felt humility to her Master.

The place slutgirl of me can be the woods, into the mud, near a lake, in a river, lying in the sun, the museum etc..... On this specific place and at that chosen time you accomplish with all your energy and intentions a ritual of which you know that your Owner will appreciate it. A sacred act of which you know and feel that you fully become soaked of the knowing that you are Mine. My slut surrenders herself totally to her Owner, visible and complete. A moment on which you feel I'm with you. Knowing that I'm looking at you, that moment as I curl my lips out of horny pleasure. You are allowed to use everything; your body, your fluids, your own piss, your slutcunt, but most of all your own and unique fantasy and imagination.

During this act I oblige you to cum mo!


T. was travelling with me in my heart anyhow. Sometimes in the background and sometimes more clear present. The moment i drove upon the area of the little farm-campground in the middle of the Ardèche, France, i knew it. Here i will accomplish my command. A quiet campground, not so much guests. With a swimmingpool, which later on seems to be a private swimmingpool because it wasn't used often by the other guests.


A hot, sweltering day. Lazy i lie upon a blanket in the dry grass. My beloved hubbie decides to go shopping with the kids in the little town nearby. Because i'm daydreaming so lovely in the sun i don't go with them. For sure my men are away for an hour or more, so this is a perfect moment for the instruction T. gave me.

It seems like i'm the only one at the campground, such a quietness. If there's another person around, then i'm not aware of his or her presence. Lovely tranquility sometimes disturbed by a car on the road further on, and the sound withers in the distance. Soft chattering from the chickens, a buzzing insect or a lost bleating from a goat are making me peaceful and relaxed. I'm on my back looking at the blue sky. I shove the blanket upwards so that the dry grass sting my bum. I'm not naked, wearing my bathingsuit because the campgrounds owner is at home, at his farm a little bit further on. And perhaps there's a campgroundguest who is going for a walk. I focus my thoughts on T., my Possesor. The moongirl and her Sun. Sunbeams touching my body. The Sun doesn't warm me but sets me on fire. Unyielding Sun that makes me sweat. I spread my legs wide open and place my folded hands above my head. A posture that summons memories, making me crave for my Owner. I surrender myself to the Sun, the ruthless heat and my craving thoughts and fantasies. As soon as i spread my legs the desire is blazing and scorch my soul. Aroused girl. The sun is burning on my crotch making my thoughts hotter. Turning into a longing slut. I fantasize

that i'm naked. My hands and legs are affixed. My Owner in front of me on an easy chair. He has a delicious view on my wideopen cunt. The sun i called ruthless betrays my excitement. The fluid running slowely from my longing cunt is clearly, glistening visible. T. transformed my breasts into sunflowers. Colourless wooden pegs all round my tits and on my nipples the special darkbrown painted ones. Sunflowers are so apposite for southern France. Aches travelling thru my body to substantial tickeling my cunt, making it even more glistening. T. is holding a whip in his hand, sometimes beating the pegs with it in a teasing way.

"The dry earth here needs water girlie, and you take care of that."

Indeed, i become more and more liquid. After each malicious blow and the pain coming with it i feel sweat pearling on my skin. This sweat on my skin is transposed in my cunt. Thick drops of horniness.

"Disgraceful mo, how impudent you lay down here. So open wide and so obvious aroused."

So therefore i deserve hard blows on my cunt that makes me shrivel from pain. So far it's possible for a girl that's affixed on the ground. But my Tormentor knows no mercy and colours my disgraceful cunt deep red. Glowing, burning screaming red. His unapproachable glance upon me. I search his eyes but He doesn't look at me. His glance scorching every inch of my body. And i know, the sun doesn't know mercy, every flaw will be visible. I become very, very small. Suddenly He pierces his eyes into mine. For a moment i'm scared.

"And now you're going to pee mo, the earth needs much more water. You are going to pee while I watch you. Every minute passing by brings in a hard blow on your cunt. So, go ahead slut."

Oh my, i become nervous. I'm not sure if i can manage it. I don't know if i can pee on command and if someone is watching me. A hard blow on my cunt provoking a scream of pain makes clear that one minute has passed by. I recover myself and try to focus on the peeing. I can feel the urge, but somehow i hold it, i can't let it go. The second even harder blow provokes another scream and tears in my eyes.

"Tears are good mo. Valuable liquid for the dry earth."

So another hard blow swishes on my already glowing cunt. That wasn't the one minute yet. This blow was for the tears so it seems. Soon after that another blow. Wow, minutes pass by too fast. Now the tears are rolling over my cheeks. I'm aware that the blows will come disorderly and become harder each time. This consciousness is breathtaking, the pain strikes into awe. So much awe that suddenly i feel my pee running. This brings in a nice, glowing pain that makes me cum. The warm glance of my Owner makes me feel proud. The sound of the zipper of His pants and i am startled. Anxious i wait for what comes next. I knew one day this would become reality. Then T.'s piss splashes on my tormented cunt, setting it on fire even more. Again i cum. I've never experienced this before, but this feels good. Oh so humiliating but also very, very intimate. Warm and intense and i surprise myself as i naturally open my mouth to drink my Owners exquisite fluid. It's making me dizzy........

While i fantasize all this, far away in sunny France, i can feel T. very close to me. It moves me. My Owner implants this little seed; making me also his piss-slut (more about that later) and this little seed already starts sprouting in my fantasies. Drinking T.'s piss wíll become reality some day. That scares me but intrigues me at the same time. Meanwhile i was very excited, but didn't dare to masturbate at that spot. Perhaps there's someone in the neighbourhood, taking a walk. And i have the order to cum. During my fantasies i did tighten and relaxing the muscles of my cunt. Et voilá. As my fantasy did intensify on the peeing i overcame myself, and did a step across a border. I always thought i have nothing with peeing, being a piss-slut and all of that. But my excitement, the longing and craving for T., feeling Him so close to me, my stimulating thoughts and fantasies were making me pee at that moment for real. Because of that i felt intensely that i am the slavegirl of T. His Possesion, wanna make Him happy and pleased. I am His, even if He's not around me. That made me cum deeply. After my special ritual for my Owner i walked with my head in the clouds towards the swimmingpool. Fortunately there was nobody there 'cause i suppose that i looked silly with that biiiiiiiiiig smile on my face. First a shower before i slipped into the swimmingpool to cool off.

See you later!

This girl hits the road towards the sun and the sea. I wish you a nice breathtaking summer. See you later! Summerkisses for all of you.....

Dark sex by R. C. Hörsch

I’M GOING SHE SAID,
I SAID GO, GO, GO, GO, GO, GO, GET OUT, GET. AND HE THREW HIS TONGUE, HALFWAY DOWN MY BELLY-ROLL
THAT MOUTH, MOUTH, MAN 'O WAR MOUTH.
DEEPER AND DEEPER AND DEEPER, I DON’T CHOKE NO MATTER WHAT THE COUGH
HE SCRATCHED UP MY LEGS AND PULLED DOWN ALL I HAD ON
AND SCRATCHING AND DIG, DIG, DIG, AND HONEY SWELLS IT UP AND OUT AND LAPS IT UP
AND ALL OVER HIS FINGERS, MY LIPS AND TONGUE AND SHIT
I CAN’T GET, I CAN’T GET, I CAN’T GET ENOUGH OF HOW HE GIVES IT.

HE SLAPS ME ON THE TABLE AND STICKS IT ALL FAT AND SOFT BETWEEN MY THOUGHTS AND HIS
IT GETS HARD, HARD, HARD, HARD AND ALL IN THE WRONG PLACE
SO I SAY REPLACE IT, HE POUTS AND HE PUMPS IT, I SAY DON’T, DON’T, DON’T DO THAT
C’MON, DON’T,. DON’T,
HE POUTS AND HE PUMPS IT HOME
AND THREE MINUTES LATER HE HITS IT TO HEAVEN, THEN OUT
I SAY THAT’S NOT HOW IT’S DONE, C’MON, THAT’S NOT HOW IT GOES
SO I SEW UP THE TEARS AND THE DUNGEON IT HEARTHROBS AND I WAS SCALING WALLS AND SEETHING,
JUST BREATHING, BREATHING IN YOUR STEAMING

AND I GOT GUNHOLDS AND HEAVEN IT’S SCREAMING, AND HEAVEN IT’S SCREAMING,
AND HEAVEN IT’S SCREAMING BENEATH US.

Words: Lydia Lunch

ADAGIO

T., my Sir is the Owner and Player of my body and mind and sees to that his willing instrument mo makes the most strange and beautiful music.

This i wrote down after He placed clamps on my nipples and labia and ordered me to crawl into the cage. Oh, how terrible i find it to crawl when He's looking at me. He closes the door behind me and i have to sit down on hands and knees and feel. To feel how the pain of the clamps slowly travels thru my body. Before me a white paper and a red marker. I sit faced to the wall hearing T. who puts ready some stuff. I cannot see him. I have to describe in one phrase how i see us in our relationship. Who are we together? I can't write it down too fast, first i have to feel it very carefully. I hear him walking around while my thoughts call up some allegories. I want to please my Owner and astonish him. But because of this urge to do things well i become this little girl that can't think clearly, talks nonsense and sometimes is very clumsy. Beautiful words go trhu my mind, but in fact are these words too beautiful, not touching the essence of my deepest feelings. Finally i come up with the phrase mentioned above.
Is that one phrase? my Owner asks as He quickly glances over the paper. Read it aloud to me mo.

Uncertain i read aloud the words i've written down. He doesn't like it, too many words, perhaps too overdone, too beautiful? With bent head i wait for his reaction as He picks up the paper. He reads aloud the phrase again. Then silence.
Yes, i like it mo, you're allowed to crawl out of the cage.

ANDANTE

T. directs me to this chair that spreads your legs. (What's the word for it? Thank you....) As He attaches my arms to it, He shows me that the rope isn't that tight. So if i panic i'm loose in one second. Again i'm surprised and grateful for the understanding and empathy of my Tormentor. Sometimes i panic as i'm attached completely. Well, my legs are attached very firm. Then T. blindfolds me and puts on the collar. I am His.
Naked i sit on this chair, legs astraddled. T. makes up something nice. For him that is, for me it's something awkward. He connects the clamps with the heavy chains which are hanging from the ceiling to the ground. Then He attaches the clamps on my labia and because of the gravity of the chains the clamps are pulled of with one pull ór tormenting slowly depending on the bite of the clamps.
I don't need to do anything, just watching and enjoying. The chains are doing all the work for me.
Meanwhile T. sometimes pushes his fingers in me to check out or attaches the clamps again.

CRESCENDO

As my labia are tormented enough, T. thinks it's time to let them glow more intense. Through the cane, some whips and the paddle. He raises the rhytm and sometimes i cannot sit quietly because of the pain. The big dildo is pushed inside to ascertain that the stretching turns out to be efficient. This interchanges for a while. Constantly i'm close to an orgasm but it doesn't hold on. T. is whipping me up with severe beating and humiliating words. Then unexpectedly He pushes his fingers in me, squeezing. I feel very ashamed as i feel lots of juice dripping over my legs and His hands.
Is that pee? That isn't pee is it? i ask confused and embarrassed.
It didn't feel like peeing, it doesn't smell like it. Apparrently i came gushing. T. saw me gushing with great force.

I'm on my knees, sitting before a box. I can drape myself over it and have some support. Fifty blows with the cane is what i deserve and i have to count. It isn't the smallest cane. A little bit bigger which gives a more dusted pain. I still can feel this pain deeply four days later. I love this feeling very much. But during the beating i damn this cane because of the intense pain. The cane i curse, the cane i love and crave. T. gives me 10 blows each time. After which i can catch my breath and He using some whips and the paddle on me. These blows i don't have to count. For a present i bought my Owner a paddle and when this paddle arrived at home i had to swallow my fear. Because this paddle was much larger than i thought it was haha. For now i can feel how this paddle gives my bottom a nice glow. Ouch! Another kind of pain. The blows T. gives me by hand are a relieve after the blows from the cane and the crop. All these different kind of pain and blows are leading me to floating away. Far away. But every time my Owner calls me back as i have to count the blows from the cane. Then finally i let myself flow on the pain and the pain becomes a pleasure. (On the photograph you can see the remaining marks of my Owner after 4 days. I wear them with pride.)

FORTE

Do you know mo how deep i'm inside of you?

I know Sir, but i don't wanna hear it, please don't tell me.

But i can feel it and how. It hurts a lot! As if i'll be broken in two. At the same time it arouses me a lot. With restrained breath i can feel how my Tormentor moves His hand in and out. His hand is totally inside me. I have it very warm. The heat blazes up from my tormented cunt to my head. I sniffle ánd i laugh. I feel intense pain and intense lust. I am nothing, i am my Owners thing. His horny fuck-thing. His hand inside me, that tortures me and beats me. At the end T. penetrates me deep and starts fucking me. The scalding heat in my head still burns. I am begging T.

Hit me, please hurt me Sir!

And i get much more then what i asked for. My Owner fucks me deep and hits me everywhere. On my breasts and most of all in my face. Several hard blows. Making me dizzy, taking my breath away. That makes me subside in bliss. His fuck-thing, that's what i am. Again i cum gushing. This time i'm not embarrassed.

On top of me, He is, my Owner. He fucks my mouth. Deep. Sometimes i can't breathe, sometimes He's poking that deep that makes me heave. Then He spurts over my face and sinks again over me. I look in his eyes, see the fire burning. He kisses me and i caress his back and bum.

CODA

This post doesn't suffice our meeting. There was happening so much more that i can't seize in words. Together we have walked much furthermore, but these are just words. The emotions i feel, so completely being His. My deep glowing submissiveness, His fiery Dominance and Sadism are engraved in my memory. There are no words for this, it's music that sings inside me. It sings inside my being. And i hope inside the being of my Owner.

Craving

Today i meet my Owner again! :-D

test

Wraf!

Goal!

At the moment there's the European soccer competition and instead of an orgasm-ban my Owner has decided that i have an orgasm-command for every Dutch goal. And Holland is doing very well at the moment. The first two competitions they won (3-1 & 4-1) and yesterday evening they won again (2-0)

A few days ago suddenly a beautiful but also a bit frightening feeling befalled me. But i'll start at the beginning. A while ago while i was craving intensely for my Owner and because of His mail and textmessages i was very aroused, He gave me an orgasm-ban. Ofcourse this is frustrating while you're craving so much, being aroused. But i noticed also another kind of feeling. Actually the not allowed to cum command felt really delicious. More than ever i felt myself the property of someone. The property of T. He who determines when i am allowed to cum. And with that He has an implement that has on distance a great effect. I am His and i can feel it in every fibre of my body. Because this feels so good i begged asked T. if He wants to give me this orgasm-ban. A little bit strange perhaps to ask this myself, but T. agreed with it. That was the beginning of the orgasm-ban (o-b).

Sometimes it was very difficult, but it wouldn't take long before i see Him again so i managed. T. started to like this ban more and more so i noticed. As we exchanged hot textmessages and mails and then finished it for the day, i could feel His sardonic laughter thru His last words:

'And you know mo, you're not allowed to cum. I, on the other hand, am going to masturbate on our hot words with you in my mind. Goodnight.'

Grrrrrrr but also what feels this terribly hmmmmmm.

During our last meeting we also talked about (don't ask me how this happened haha) the European championship. Just for fun, i was a bit corny, i said oh well and with every goal for Holland i have to masturbate. That's a good idea my Owner replied jokingly. Then i didn't know that the orgasm-ban changed into an orgasm-command. This became clear when T. sended me a textmessage last week when Holland had to play. Every goal stands for an orgasm on command. Watching soccer is now a totally different experience, i can assure you.

After the first match my Owner wrote to me;
'Ofcourse it was my intention to let you think of me. Like a Pavlov dog thinking of her Owner every time the Dutch team scores. Ooooooh ooooooh it was your lucky day because drie, trois, drei, three times a slut lady of her Owner!'

I remember that i thought at the third goal; hopefully it won't become more. Because that same evening/night these goals had to be transposed in orgasms. And i was very tired. Indeed it was my lucky day. It stayed 3 - 0.

In between theses matches i still have an orgasm-ban. But i've sinned once. Last week i had a very restless night, didn't get much sleep. Next morning as my kids went to school i got back into my cosy warm bed. But again i felt this restlessness and a negative stressed feeling. I released myself from this stress by masturbating. Ofcourse i mailed this to my Owner, i am a honest girl. He sended me a text message; you're a naughty, bad girl. I'll devise a proper punishment.

Oh how i wished to be at His feet at that moment, small and humble, awaiting my punishment. My Owner didn't answer. He kept silent. And then we're back at the beginning of this post. This beautiful but frightening feeling. I understood His silence very well. He was disappointed, perhaps also angry. I could imagine that. In former D/s relationships i always panicked as my Master kept silent or was angry. Feeling afraid and insecure. But now i felt quiet and meekness. Ofcourse i felt sad about my mistake, i sure don't wanna disappoint my Owner, but this peace and meekness has to do with absolute trust. Feeling and knowing that T. won't let me down. Because i am His girl, even with my mistakes. As i stood in the kitchen, drinking a glass of water, this beautiful feeling took me by surprise. A feeling i almost can't describe. A deep, intense, submissive feeling. This deep and intense i've never experienced before. I have no words for it. Again tears fill my eyes as i'm writing this down. The feeling overwhelmed me and i was a little bit afraid. But at the same time i felt intensely happy. Now i notice that my Owner walk upon a very subtle, but effective path to make me totally His. Somewhat confused i felt in a dreamless sleep.

Belle de jour

No, you're wrong. I'm not craving at all. ;-) * Put on my pokerface * This is a fragment from an old classic movie that was on Dutch television the other day. Belle de jour from Buñuel 1967. In which a craving Catherine Deneuve lives a double life to explore her masochistic feelings. A little bit old fashioned perhaps but still an interesting movie that in that time was refused for Cannes because the jury found the movie controversial. Yet a year later the movie won the Golden Lion in Venice. One of the best characters of Deneuve, i think. This fragment is the very beginning of the movie and although in French, the images speak for themselves.

Reverbation and shared sorrow

As we arrived in DB we went to our familiar pub for a cup of coffee. That there was lots of more coffee that day we didn't know yet. We could take place at our trusted seats totally in the back of the pub, where T. easily can come under my skirt groping me without being noticed. I brought my Owner a present for his birthday; a collection of poems. The other present i bought for Him wasn't fit to open in the pub. ;-) That had to wait for a proper moment and place. We talked about my 'unwillingness' , what's the reason that i felt uneasy to accomplish my Owners orders? T. told me that He was angry and sad and ofcourse i find this terrible. We talked about his anger; i can't tell when He's angry. I wasn't allowed to wear the collar, not yet, i didn't earn it. Maybe that afternoon. That touched me very much. We talked about desires and expectations. Then it was time to go.

"Do you know where we are going too mo?"

Indeed i had a presumption. This turned out to be the right one. The sexvideotheque where you can rent a room. Unfortunately you can't reserve this room. T. assumed that if we arrive there, the room is vacant. But his optimism wasn't correct. The room was occupied and probably for an hour or two apologized the owner. Meanwhile i felt embarrassed because the male customers were examining me curiously.

We were walking thru DB, the sun was shining, my hand in my Owners hand. We had a nice lunch, feeling great. Again my Owner tried the videotheque. Still occupied. T. had another option but because He had to leave early this meeting we hadn't enough time for it. We went to the cathedral i love so much. Sitting quietly and talking. And again a last try at the videotheque. When it became clear that the room was still occupied (tjeez does this man alone needs so much time? ;-)) we decided to go back to the pub. Time for a cold beer and a glass of wine for me.

Being with my Owner and no possibilities to play is frustrating because i was craving like hell. But so did my Owner. I was allowed to notice that when T. took my hand and directed it to his vital parts. We were sitting there in the back of the pub on our trusted seats. T. unzipped his trousers and i felt his masculinity in all his splendour. My hand pinching and softly stroking his warm cock provoked my lips a longing sigh. Shared sorrow.

"If i would command you to give me a blowjob right here, right now, you would do that little slut of me."

I wasn't so sure about that really. Although we were sitting in the back of the pub, we were still visible to others. But oh those eyes of my Possessor, if He should command me that, first i'll be hesitating but finally i would do it. I think. I would close my eyes, shutting the world out. Then only our magical world excists. He and i. But He didn't command me to give him a blowjob.

Because of a post from the lovely s.o.d. we were talking about breasts. Big one, small ones. Which did my Owner prefer i asked him curiously. T. likes it that i have a full body.

"If I beat your breasts then my blow resonates so deliciously on your body. It shudders and is moving softly like an echo. It's nice looking at that."

Despite of the fact that the day wasn't exactly as T. had planned and of which i was longing and craving, it was so good to be together again. Talking and getting to know each other better is nice also. Then it was time to travel back to my daily existence. Delays and liveliness on the station. T.'s train went on time. He gave me permission to masturbate on the train, knowing that He also was freeing himself from the craving and tension. Ofcourse i had to send him a textmessage about the how and when. Finally my train arrived. On the toilet i brought myself to a climax two times. It didn't take long dear reader, as you can imagine. Back to my seat, not yet taken lucky me, i send T. a textmessage. His reaction was so very hot and yes i got permission, so again i went to the toilet. After a trainstop. I went to the other direction because suppose someone will notice that I was going to the toilet again. Ha! So very much not wanna be a slut but i can't deny it. Surely i am....... Therefore feeling guilty, shameful behavior.

The SM path i am walking on is testing above all my patience. But it's a consolation to know that my Owner is craving as much as i do. Meanwhile i have to continue the stretching etc..... When i'll meet my Owner again i don't know. So i happily crave and bounce till next time.