<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6039929384736699530</id><updated>2011-09-11T10:55:16.360-04:00</updated><category term='Mantra'/><category term='Stories'/><category term='Needle Play'/><category term='Finding A Master'/><title type='text'>His Angelic Slut</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hisangelicslut.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6039929384736699530/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisangelicslut.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>His Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02910327659475376186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Iearv7o7VPs/SGnQ_shta1I/AAAAAAAAACM/gfCP15zvXy0/S220/SlutAngel.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>17</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6039929384736699530.post-2120622631842308661</id><published>2010-12-15T00:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-15T00:48:48.607-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wax Play</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d0e0e3; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Iearv7o7VPs/TQhVQl5lyBI/AAAAAAAAAF0/kWFrUkNiEUU/s1600/photo+5.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Iearv7o7VPs/TQhVQl5lyBI/AAAAAAAAAF0/kWFrUkNiEUU/s320/photo+5.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d0e0e3; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d0e0e3; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I have wanted to try wax for as long as I can remember and in the past I had chickened out on doing it. I am not sure why as I love pain maybe it was the fire that scared me. I had talked to 666 about playing with wax on a few occasions but nothing had came of it until a few weeks ago. I had mentioned to him again that I wanted to try it and a few days later I went out and bought some&amp;nbsp;tapered&amp;nbsp;candles (yes I was hoping).&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d0e0e3; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d0e0e3; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;That night 666 had me bring out the candles, as with most nights when we play many elements are included but candle wax is what I am focusing on. From the moments he told me to bring them out I was nervous. Looking back it was silly but the nervous feeling consumed me until the first drop of wax hit my naked tit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d0e0e3; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d0e0e3; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Iearv7o7VPs/TQhU5f-fYII/AAAAAAAAAFw/ij0tNuYlCDE/s1600/photo+4.JPG" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Iearv7o7VPs/TQhU5f-fYII/AAAAAAAAAFw/ij0tNuYlCDE/s320/photo+4.JPG" width="222" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d0e0e3; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d0e0e3; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d0e0e3; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;He had me start at my tits, earlier in the evening my nipples had been pinched between two&amp;nbsp;markers&amp;nbsp;and were still being held tight as the wax hit them. Each drop of wax was almost intoxicating the heat was intense but far from&amp;nbsp;extreme. I&amp;nbsp;couldn't&amp;nbsp;help but drip more and more drops on my naked tits ... the drops of wax splattering on my pale skin leaving there mark.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d0e0e3; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d0e0e3; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;My stomach also had splatters on it &amp;nbsp;from waiting for the next set of instructions. It took a while but I got up the nerve to ask if I&amp;nbsp;could&amp;nbsp;also cover my cunt with these delicious marks as well, I was of course told yes and encouraged to do so. My nerves built again but&amp;nbsp;didn't&amp;nbsp;last long as the drops began to hit my cunt and turn it into art work.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d0e0e3; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Iearv7o7VPs/TQhVkn7zJ-I/AAAAAAAAAF4/ttBASbeNjGs/s1600/photo+3.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Iearv7o7VPs/TQhVkn7zJ-I/AAAAAAAAAF4/ttBASbeNjGs/s320/photo+3.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d0e0e3; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d0e0e3; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d0e0e3; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;While playing with the wax on my body I had gotten so turned on that I was visibly shaking at one point. My endorphins were at an all time high and I was clearly enjoying being used.&amp;nbsp;Playing with wax was an intense&amp;nbsp;emotional&amp;nbsp;experience&amp;nbsp;that left me with a crazy submissive high that I have never&amp;nbsp;experienced&amp;nbsp;before. I cant wait to try it again :) I loved it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d0e0e3; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Iearv7o7VPs/TQhVvpNcveI/AAAAAAAAAF8/c54-TMaJtoo/s1600/photo+3+%25283%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Iearv7o7VPs/TQhVvpNcveI/AAAAAAAAAF8/c54-TMaJtoo/s320/photo+3+%25283%2529.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;If you look close you can see its wet :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d0e0e3; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6039929384736699530-2120622631842308661?l=hisangelicslut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hisangelicslut.blogspot.com/feeds/2120622631842308661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6039929384736699530&amp;postID=2120622631842308661' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6039929384736699530/posts/default/2120622631842308661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6039929384736699530/posts/default/2120622631842308661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisangelicslut.blogspot.com/2010/12/wax-play.html' title='Wax Play'/><author><name>His Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02910327659475376186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Iearv7o7VPs/SGnQ_shta1I/AAAAAAAAACM/gfCP15zvXy0/S220/SlutAngel.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Iearv7o7VPs/TQhVQl5lyBI/AAAAAAAAAF0/kWFrUkNiEUU/s72-c/photo+5.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6039929384736699530.post-2561379894931662130</id><published>2010-12-12T18:44:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-12T18:45:37.362-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stories'/><title type='text'>My First Taste</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cfe2f3; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Master holds my hand as he leads me down the hall towards the hotel room. “Angel, this is what you asked for, are you sure you still want it?” He whispers in my ear. I nod my head in conformation but am lost for real words. I am in deep thought when I hear his commanding voice “SLUT!, I asked you a question” he said. This time I respond out loud while bobbing my head up and down. “Yes Sir, this is what I want. I am just nervous; I have never done anything like this before.” Master reassures me that it’s ok to be nervous, and that he loves me. As I look up, I see that we are at the hotel room door. I stare at the room number and smile “number 618 how appropriate, Sir” I say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Angel, there is no turning back now, let’s go inside and get started.” He says while slowly opening the door. As we walk in I look around noticing that the room is gorgeous, dark colored walls and a lush bed with tonnes of pillows. Scanning the room I see an oversized chair at the other end by the window and more importantly; I see her, sitting there waiting for us. She’s as sexy as I remembered from our previous meetings, nice body with firm tits, long dark hair, and sensual eyes that I can get lost in. Before tonight we had met up a few times, discussing what each of us wanted to happen. We decided that since this would be the first time either of us had been with another woman and that we both would be nervous we would let my Master lead the scene while watching us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look up at Master and he nods in approval. I am nervous yet so excited, thinking back I am not even sure how all this happened. I had never wanted to be with a girl until recently and now all I could think about was kissing and licking every inch of her sexy body. He leads me over to her and I know that soon I will be doing things with her that I had previously only imagined. As I get closer she stands up, we are staring at each other not knowing how or where to start. It’s beginning to feel a little awkward when he speaks up. “Are you two just going to stand there? Go on kiss each other.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We both let out a nervous giggle. I take a deep breath, stepping closer to her, my hand caresses her face and I lean in. Our lips meet, slightly parted its soft and sensual. She becomes a little more aggressive as I feel her tongue slip inside my mouth. It takes me by surprise and I pull away for a second only to have her pull me back in. This time I kiss her back just as passionately, sucking on her bottom lip then pulling it towards me with my teeth. I kiss down her neck; I can smell her perfume it’s feminine and sweet, I am instantly lost in her scent. I suck on her neck roughly and hear her moan before using my tongue to trace back up her neck towards her ear, I kiss her ear lobe sucking it into my mouth and gently nibbling on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She slides her hands up my shirt towards my tits; I feel her hands through my bra, my nipples harden in response to her touch. As my breathing becoming more rapid I feel her hands reach inside my bra and make contact with the bare skin. I gasp and pull away only to feel a hard slap on me ass. “Slut, you are not to pull away from her, she has permission to touch you any where she likes as you do her.” I hear him scold. “Now, go ahead put your hands back on her tits, pull on her nipples if you like, she loves a little pain” He encourages. His words cause me to shiver in nervous anticipation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She wastes no time moving her hands back inside my bra, this time pinching and twisting my nipples until I let out little whimpers of excitement mixed with pain. I look at him, my eyes pleading but he just smiles and says nothing. I stand there stiff, not sure what to do while her hands are exploring my body. I know he’s not going to let me stand there doing nothing for long, and I am not surprised when I hear his next order to remove my shirt and bra. I hesitate for just a second before slipping my shirt off and then unclasping my bra letting it slide down, slowly exposing my tits to both of them. I look down in shame; struggling with the humiliation of being with another woman and the fact that I am actually loving it. I don’t want to be half naked alone, so I reach towards her and remove her shirt and bra while she rubs my tits. She’s beautiful and I find myself wanting her even more then I had before. I take a deep breath and move towards her. My mouth opening, tongue darting out and flicking her nipple with just the tip, I take it between my teeth and tug on it. I pull on her nipple until I hear her squeal then let up just a bit, kissing and sucking on them until they harden in my mouth, her skin is smooth and supple, I love the way it feels as I fondle her. While lavishing attention on one tit, I reach up with my hand and pinch the other until I feel her trying to squirm away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hands are roaming all over her sexy body while I kiss up towards her neck, my lips returning to her lips our tongues meet once again. We kiss, her lips are so soft and I am lost in the moment still unsure of what to do, while my mind is racing a mile a minute trying to figure out what is happening. Master must sense my uneasiness, I feel him standing behind me his strong hands rubbing my shoulders. He leans in and whispers to me, “Angel, you need to worship her body like you would mine. Pleasure her like you would me and you will be rewarded.” I shudder in response but do not want to let him down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I quickly think about what would please me in this situation, what I would like to have done if I was in her position. Our bodies are so close; putting my hands on her hips, I squat down in front of her unzipping her skirt and letting it fall to the floor. Her black lace panties are revealed and I gasp at the beauty of her pussy peeking through the lacy. I look behind me; Master is still watching and I can see his hard cock pushing at his jeans begging to be brought out to play. He nods his head and I turn back towards her. My hands reaching behind her, I rub her ass for just a brief second before pulling her towards me. Her lace covered cunt touching my lips as I place gentle kisses through the material, making the last one linger. I can smell her sweet scent and it’s intoxicating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can feel my own cunt leaking and my panties becoming soaked. I am so turned on my whole body is aching as I hear her moan from the kisses. I look up at her, her big brown eyes meet mine, they are begging me not to stop and I have no intentions of doing so. My fingers hook the sides of her panties, I inch them down, slowly teasing her by letting my fingers trace across her soft skin, the panties slowly sliding off, exposing her sexy cunt bit by bit. I lean into her, while removing her panties. Her scent is even stronger and I can see how wet she has became. This makes me smile, I am happy to know that I am turning her on as much as she is turning me on. I quickly reach out and touch her; she’s as wet as she looks and my fingers are covered in her juices. I am nervous; I have no idea how to touch her, or what she likes. I freeze, but recover quickly. I run my fingers up the length of her slit and stop at her clit letting my fingers linger there for just a moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I rub gentle circles around her clit but do not touch it. Her hips rocking involuntarily, she’s enjoying this but I am a tease and stop. I look over at my Master who is sitting in the chair behind us. I take my fingers from her dripping slit and bring it up to my lips. I trace them, feeling her juices wet my lips and then looking at him I slip them in my mouth sucking the juices off, letting him enjoy my first taste of a girl. Such a delicious first taste, she is as sweet as she smells and I can’t wait to lick up all her juices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Standing back up I kiss her letting her taste what I have just tasted. Kissing her is much different then kissing him, she’s so gentle with me. Our tongues are touching but it’s so sensual nothing like I have felt before, at that instant I know that I will kiss a girl again. I push her backwards until she reached the edge of the bed our lips never leaving each other. We tumble back onto the bed together and our kiss breaks as I straddle her waist. With a leg on either side of her my hands rub her tits, I can’t get over how soft they are, I love touching them. I pull gently at her nipples rolling them between my fingers as I watch her expression change. She’s sensitive and arches her back making me pull harder. The pain must be too much for her to handle and she pulls me towards her to ease it. She wraps her arms around me smashing my tits into hers. She grabs the back of my neck and kisses me hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the corner of the room I hear Master say, “Girls, don’t you think that’s about enough of that mushy kissing stuff?” We both giggle and answer in tandem “yes Sir!” Sliding down her body until my lips are aligned with that sweet cunt, I lean in and place soft kisses all around her mound. It’s shaved smooth and very soft just as I had imagined it. Her smell is divine and makes my own cunt ache to be touched.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I trace her soft pussy with my fingers, teasingly though my fingers never touching her slick slit or hard clit. She wiggles around, trying in desperation to get me to touch her where she wants but I am not ready. I am enjoying teasing her and watching her squirm. I am so nervous; I take a deep breath and move towards her sticking my tongue out licking her cunt in one quick movement. My hands go to each of her thighs pushing them further apart. Her cunt is spread wide, clit peeking out, begging to be touched or better yet licked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Closing my eyes, my mouth is back at her now dripping slit, this time licking in an up and down motion stopping just before I reach her pulsing clit. It tastes wonderful and I can’t help but to go back for more. I am greedy and want all of her, my tongue stiffens and pushes past her swollen lips and into her sweet hole. Slowly, my tongue goes in and out, I am enjoying her scent and taste too much for this to go too fast. Her thighs tighten around my head until I push them apart again, my hands holding them where I want them to stay this time. I use her thighs to help me fuck her pussy with my tongue; my tongue pushes in and out of her slick cunt faster and faster until I feel her squirm hard against me. Slowing down I begin circling her clit with my tongue while fucking her tight cunt with my fingers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can hear her whimper and moan while I pleasure her. It’s such a turn on for me to be pleasing another woman like this. I can’t help but moan into her cunt while licking her clit, I have her cunt juice all over my face it’s all I can smell it’s all I can taste. Letting go of her thighs I run my hands up her sides until I reach her pert tits. I grab a hold of them, kneading and rubbing them while licking her hard clit. Her cunt juice is leaking out, smearing on my chin and making a puddle under her on the bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lost in pleasing her, and don’t notice that he has moved behind me until his hands are at my hips sliding both my panties and skirt down in one quick motion. I feel the cool air on my wet cunt and then feel his fingers tracing my wet slit. I stop pleasing her just long enough to feel a pop on my ass followed by a stern “keep doing what you’re doing you dirty wet slut” from him. Just hearing his words makes my pussy spasm. I hear him speaking again “You love this, don’t you? You’re a dirty slut, your cunt is dripping, and your thighs are soaked.” His fingers are playing with my pussy and I am sure he’s enjoying his up close view of what’s going on between her and I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am rocking my hips enjoying his touch while licking and sucking on her. I groan into her cunt as he steps away from me again. I hear him tell me “you will get your pleasure after you are finished with her” hearing that I really go at her needy cunt. My tongue is moving in and out of her wet hole; followed by kissing and licking of her hard sensitive clit. I feel her squirm and move under me, I know she is close and I think I may want this more than she does. While rubbing her clit with my tongue I keep my fingers buried deep inside of her, she shudders under me and lets out a long loud cry. Her pussy spasms and I move down to collect the sweet juice that is flowing out of her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sitting up she giggles and kisses me, tasting the sweet cum that is now all over my face. She then looks at me and says “it’s my turn to please you, get up here on the bed with me.” Feeling brave I crawl up on the bed, turn around and spread my legs wide giving them both a great view of my leaking cunt. “You naughty girl” I hear her say. I just smile and lean back on my elbows as I watch her move towards me and my waiting cunt. I feel her soft lips on me and I shiver; it’s so intense to watch her lick my pussy. I don’t care that I am staring and can’t help but leak in anticipation. I know she will find out just how naughty I am but I don’t care anymore. I want to feel her lips and tongue all over my greedy wet cunt and clit. I thrust my hips towards her but she holds me down while continuing her delicate kissing of my slit. I feel her tongue dip into me here and there; she is clearly teasing me and it’s driving me insane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am whimpering and look over to Master pleading for him to help me. For an instant I had hope as he walked towards me but I was soon reminded that I was his to use as he gripped a hold of both my nipples while pulling upwards, twisting slightly. Arching my back involuntarily to relieve the pain I was greeted with an evil laugh. “Slut you know you can get away from me there is no point in fighting it, enjoy the pain” he says as he pulls harder making me scream. As quickly as he started, it’s stopped and he has sat back down. She’s licking up the juices that are leaking out; her skin is so soft against mine, no stubble roughly scraping my thighs. Her tongue licks up the juice, cleaning my cunt. She plants playful kisses all over my thighs, lips and clit before devouring me again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I let out a playful moan, as she pushes her tongue into my slick hole. She is fucking me with her tongue and rubbing my sensitive clit with her fingers. I can’t think straight and my body is moving on its own. I try to get more, even beg for it but I am at her mercy, she keeps the pace just quick enough to keep me on edge but slow enough to drive me insane. I reach down to help her with my clit and she slaps my hand making me jerk it back up towards my tits. My fingers graze my nipples making me squeal out loud. I am breathing hard but just can’t get there, I am frustrated and he sees that. He lets her continue her sweet torture for just a bit longer before telling her “She has had enough, you can stop.” She lets out a sigh of disappointment but stops. She crawls back up onto the bed with me kissing me while I lay out of breath. I taste myself on her lips and am instantly turned on again. She leans in and whispers in my ear “I hope you enjoyed yourself, I know I did, let’s do this again.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I smile and blush before answering her “of course if Master allows it, I would love to play again.” I roll over unto my stomach, hands under my chin and my legs bent up. I stare at Master and notice for the first time he has his hard cock out and is stroking it. I giggle and ask him if he would like some help with that but am surprised when he tells me no. He quickly adds that I will be helping him out soon enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get up to get dressed as Master puts his cock away. My legs are shaky but I have a huge smile on my face. Standing up I am thankful that he’s there because my legs almost give out on me. He wraps his arms around me and pulls me into his chest, the only place I truly feel safe is in his arms. I smile, as I hear him tell her that she’s welcome to stay the night as the hotel room is paid for and that we will be calling her soon. He leads me out of the room and towards the elevator; I am confused when he presses the up button instead of the down. As we step inside the elevator there is another couple already in there and I am a little embarrassed by the way I am dressed and my current appearance, I know I have the just been fucked look about me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Master pays them no attention as he kisses my neck; it makes me a little uncomfortable but it’s not long before I am a puddle of mush in his arms. The couple gets off a few floors before us and as we continue up to our floor I feel Masters hand in my panties. “Still wet I see. Are you ready for round two?” he asks. I groan and push my cunt towards his hand. No words are needed as he already knows I will do exactly as told. We step out of the elevator and make our way towards the room; he opens the door and pushes me in as I giggle. We aren’t but a few steps inside the room with the door still closing as he’s pulling at my clothes, almost ripping them off of me. Master pushes me backwards towards the bed and down onto it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unzipping his pants he pulls out his already hard cock and demands that I suck it. Leaning in I take it into my mouth and slowly start sucking. This isn’t what he wants, so he takes control grabbing a hold of my hair and fucking my face as he pleases. I can’t help but gag as the drool drips from the corners of my mouth and down my chin, his cock is too big for my little mouth but I do the best I can. I love the feel of his cock in my mouth, stuffed full and needing more. I am doing what I can to keep up with him, licking and sucking on his cock as it pounds in and out of my mouth. “You are such a dirty cock sucker, I love how you suck my cock” he says. I reach up and take his balls in my hand rolling them gently between my fingers. I know he’s getting close as I feel his balls tighten in my hands. Without warning he quickly slides his cock out of my mouth and sprays his hot cum all over my tits letting out a final grunt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking at him I can’t help but smile, I love when he uses me like this. “Slut, clean me up” he says. I slowly lick the cum that’s dripped down his cock and onto his balls, teasing him in hopes that he will become hard again and fuck me. He knows my tricks though and has no intentions on fucking me right away. He pulls his cock away and has me roll over on to my stomach as he shoves a few pillows under my hips leaving my ass and cunt available for his use and abuse. He tells me that I will get my reward if I am a good girl. As he says this he attaches the wrist, thigh and ankle cuffs to me. Squirming I realize that soon I won’t be able to move, this thought makes me groan out loud. He ties my ankles to each corner of the bed leaving me spread wide open and then attaches my wrists to my thighs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He moves away from me, doesn’t touch or say anything to me. I strain to see what he’s doing but can’t see where he is at. I wait having no other choice, finally I break the silence. “Sir, where are you? Please don’t leave me like this” I say. I am told not to make another noise or he will be forced to gag me. I hate being gagged and hush quickly. I don’t have to wait long before feeling the sting of his crop on my ass. I let out a scream of surprise but hush quickly realizing my mistake. As you come around to my side I look up at you pleading with you to not put the ball gag in but I know it pleases you and there is little chance of getting out of it. You push the gag into my mouth, it’s not too big but strains my jaw and I know it will be aching soon. As you finish fastening it you step back admiring the view. “I love when your gagged, you look like such a wonton slut, just begging to be used” you say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You move behind me and pick up your crop once again. Without warning there is a series of slaps to my ass, each one making me groan. After another series of slaps I am begging you to stop from behind my gag. You know all too well that I am really enjoying this, despite my protests. You announce that I have 6 more on each ass cheek coming to me. “You will thank me for each one” I hear you say as you smack my ass. I do my best to thank you; although it’s completely jumbled you know that I am indeed doing as instructed. As the last stinging slap lands I let out a loud scream as the tears stream down my cheeks and land on the bed. Master appears at my side with a huge smile on his face. Leaning down he kisses my tears away telling me that I have been such a good girl and that I will be getting my reward as promised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I smile and wiggle my red ass at him. Master laughs as he playfully smacks my ass; he unfastens the gag and removes it. “I want to be able to hear you moan as I pound my hard cock into that dripping cunt” he says. Undoing the button and sliding the zipper down his pants fall to the floor. His sexy cock and irresistible body are revealed, I lick my lips wanting him. He rubs my ass cheeks making me squirm and whimper out loud. I can feel his breath on my bare cunt lips long before I feel his tongue lick the length of my wet slit. Pulling away from me he spits on my pussy, it becoming even more wet, and me becoming increasingly embarrassed. Taking his cock in his hands, he teases me with it, running it slowly up and down my slit and in circles around my sensitive clit. I try my hardest to get my cunt closer to his cock but it’s a lost cause I am tied to tightly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frustrated I moan and then beg. “Please Master; please, please fuck your slut. Please fuck me Sir, I have been so good, Pleaseeeeeee.” As the last word left my mouth I was rewarded with his cock pushed hard into my tight cunt. His cock pounds into me, hands roughly groping my sensitive ass as he uses it to hold me tight. His hard cock is moving quickly in and out of my pussy, I want to reach back and rub his balls but I have no choice but to be used for his pleasure. My eyes close to enjoy the feeling of being used, I love it when he makes me his. His hands leave my ass and venture towards my tits. Grabbing a hold of my nipples he twists and pulls on them as he continues his assault on my sore pussy. I scream out loud and am rewarded with more twisting, pinching and pulling while he tells me what a dirty cunt I am. Letting go of my tits he grabs my hips and pumps his cock in and out of my now sloppy cunt, “are you ready for your Masters cum, Slut?” he ask. I nod my head and moan as you continue to slam your cock in and out of me, within seconds I feel your hot cum filling my cunt. You collapse on top of me breathing hard whispering in my ear how much you love me and how proud you are of me. Sliding your cock out you come around and reward me with your cum. I quickly lick and suck the cum off of your cock cleaning it well with my tongue, I absolutely love the taste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Undoing my restraints I stretch and relax on the bed. You toss everything onto the floor, and then slide into bed next to me. You caress my body and rub my shoulders. I melt as you touch me; I love how caring you are. I turn to face you; we kiss, our tongues meet and our lips touch, these kisses are gentle and passionate. I let out a low growl and reach down and rub your balls. You pull away, “You greedy slut, maybe tomorrow but for, now we need to rest” he scolds. 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It started early in the night, after a while of us not having the chance to play these last 2 weeks where we have been able to have been great, full of flirting teasing &amp;amp; hornyness. Our night started out with me sending him a teasing pic of what I was wearing. He loves nighties and I picked one out special for him.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Iearv7o7VPs/TM-LP16xfFI/AAAAAAAAAFg/6xeJpcb1wgY/s1600/photo+1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Iearv7o7VPs/TM-LP16xfFI/AAAAAAAAAFg/6xeJpcb1wgY/s200/photo+1.JPG" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;He slowly worked me up into a horny submissive frenzy, having me slap in random places &amp;amp; crawl back and forth to get my toys one at a time. It&amp;nbsp;didn't&amp;nbsp;take long for me to feel my cunt reacting, tingling (I am sure the slaps&amp;nbsp;didn't&amp;nbsp;help) and&amp;nbsp;eventually&amp;nbsp;dripping, from humiliation I am sure. When he asked me to check to see how needy my cunt was I was surprised to find out that not only did 3 fingers fit but 4 did, although it was a little uncomfortable. This is a huge deal for me as I am super tight and often have issues fitting more then 2 in comfortably.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Iearv7o7VPs/TM-PEJ5RFKI/AAAAAAAAAFk/ZATC1hJetto/s1600/photo+2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Iearv7o7VPs/TM-PEJ5RFKI/AAAAAAAAAFk/ZATC1hJetto/s200/photo+2.JPG" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Very Wet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;We played hard which is typical for us as I am very much a pain slut. So its no surprise that our night was filled with clips and clamps as well as tugging and slapping. He loves to make me moan and squirm in pain and if he can get me to shed a tear his cock will surely twitch. I was quite turned on with&amp;nbsp;clothespins&amp;nbsp;on my nipples, which after the intense play we had a few days before were still very sensitive. He also had me place my nipple clamps w/chain on my cunt lips and then let me fuck my needy cunt with my pink vibrator.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Iearv7o7VPs/TM-Rs0-c6wI/AAAAAAAAAFs/D-s-oQmOQVQ/s1600/photo+4.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Iearv7o7VPs/TM-Rs0-c6wI/AAAAAAAAAFs/D-s-oQmOQVQ/s1600/photo+4.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Iearv7o7VPs/TM-RTemhBXI/AAAAAAAAAFo/vvqimA28oj0/s1600/photo+3.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; display: inline !important; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Iearv7o7VPs/TM-RTemhBXI/AAAAAAAAAFo/vvqimA28oj0/s200/photo+3.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Iearv7o7VPs/TM-Rs0-c6wI/AAAAAAAAAFs/D-s-oQmOQVQ/s1600/photo+4.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;This is where things started to change as I was allowed to play I became closer and closer to the edge. You may or may not know that I have problems cumming, and when I say problems cumming what I really mean is that I&amp;nbsp;haven't&amp;nbsp;ever been able to and in my mind just can't. A few days ago I had been tweeting with mollykissdaily and&amp;nbsp;dlcsafts about my little problem and was trying to keep there tips in mind. It did help, I was super turned on and probably got closer to the edge then I have ever been but sadly, No I did not break the barrier.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;After calming down, the emotional rush hit. This happens every single time that I get remotely close to the big O .. its tough for me, and many times I feel like crying. This alone is enough to keep me from trying to over come my issue. I honestly don't know what it is, maybe my body reacting to being so close but denied but I really think its my submissive side showing through. I had&amp;nbsp;extreme&amp;nbsp;feelings of submissiveness this time. It hit me that he make me so happy and very&amp;nbsp;fulfilled, but I felt at that&amp;nbsp;moment&amp;nbsp;that I&amp;nbsp;didn't&amp;nbsp;please him as much as I&amp;nbsp;would&amp;nbsp;like to. Its important to me to make him happy, I want to&amp;nbsp;fulfill&amp;nbsp;his needs. I want to make him cum every time we play and for him to be happy and pleased with me always. Of course as we talked he assured me that through my submission I please him&amp;nbsp;regardless&amp;nbsp;of him cumming or not but I still felt badly.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;For me this is still very hard to swallow. I have this deep need to please him and feeling that I am not is just not acceptable. I am sure that I am not the only one to have felt this way, anyone else have these issues or any idea why I am having them please feel free to comment.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;His Angel&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6039929384736699530-1534257188142323355?l=hisangelicslut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hisangelicslut.blogspot.com/feeds/1534257188142323355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6039929384736699530&amp;postID=1534257188142323355' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6039929384736699530/posts/default/1534257188142323355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6039929384736699530/posts/default/1534257188142323355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisangelicslut.blogspot.com/2010/11/last-night-i-had-to-deal-with-some.html' title=''/><author><name>His Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02910327659475376186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Iearv7o7VPs/SGnQ_shta1I/AAAAAAAAACM/gfCP15zvXy0/S220/SlutAngel.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Iearv7o7VPs/TM-LP16xfFI/AAAAAAAAAFg/6xeJpcb1wgY/s72-c/photo+1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6039929384736699530.post-3284156881614989864</id><published>2010-10-30T02:18:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-30T10:49:24.071-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;The Evil Hanger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Iearv7o7VPs/TMuo2kgBfTI/AAAAAAAAAFI/jjjGM8fevUY/s1600/Hanger.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Iearv7o7VPs/TMuo2kgBfTI/AAAAAAAAAFI/jjjGM8fevUY/s200/Hanger.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;Earlier this week 666 had asked me to buy pant hangers and as soon as he mentioned it I had a pretty good idea what he had planed for them and believe me it was never for hanging pants :) So yesterday, while out shopping I did buy said hangers and after teasing each other back and forth all day I was quite a horny mess. I wish I could say that our night went completely smooth but my sassy and stuburn side came out and almost cost us our night.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Even before I was told to gather my things I was completely drenched. Something about being with him just&amp;nbsp;turns&amp;nbsp;me on. I was told to strip and as I slid my panties down my thighs I was greeted with a dripping wet cunt. I was told to crawl to get my things (hanger, string, water bottles, butt plug and vibrator) and come back with a toy in my mouth. Crawling is humiliating to me, something about being on my hands and knees with my tits swaying just gets to me. I quickly gathered my things and came back with my vibrator in my mouth. I was told to keep the vibrator in my mouth and I&amp;nbsp;wasn't&amp;nbsp;in much of a position to argue.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I&amp;nbsp;didn't&amp;nbsp;have to wait long to be told to attach the hanger to my tits. I was told to clamp them on deep and of course I knew this was so they&amp;nbsp;didn't&amp;nbsp;slip off easily. I wont burden you all with the small details but I was&amp;nbsp;eventually&amp;nbsp;told that I was to attach a full water bottle and let it dangle. It pulled nicely on my nipples making me breath heavy and drip even more. I have to admit that I was very nervous when I was told to attach the&amp;nbsp;second&amp;nbsp;one. I resisted a little knowing that the pain would be much more intense. I was told I could do it slowly, so I slowly added the weight and the pain was quite intense and a little to much for the hanger as the clips slid off, all I can say is OUCH. &amp;nbsp;It took a few times before we got the right water combo, of 1 full and the other 1/3 full to stay on. During out play session I also was told to crawl to the kitchen with the bottles attached. I have to say I think this was my favorite part of the night. It was humiliating and I loved the feeling of having to drag the bottles with my tits, it made me feel oh so submissive and so very turned on.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;After some intense play and some very sensitive nipples I was rewarded with some vibrator play and *sigh* a plug in my rear. I was quiet working up and enjoyed fucking my pussy with my vibrator while my hand bumped into my clit making me squirm even more. After playing I was still horny and went to bed still feeling the effects of it all. I am completely&amp;nbsp;grateful&amp;nbsp;for our time together and loved every min of it .. even being completely&amp;nbsp;exhausted&amp;nbsp;today from lack of sleep and having some very sensitive nipples to remind me of our fun. I love you Master and am so excited to feel your&amp;nbsp;dominance&amp;nbsp;and control over me again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Iearv7o7VPs/TMu1-zLRFTI/AAAAAAAAAFU/RSm7hiYQ3uU/s1600/photo+4.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Iearv7o7VPs/TMu1-zLRFTI/AAAAAAAAAFU/RSm7hiYQ3uU/s200/photo+4.JPG" width="144" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; color: black;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Iearv7o7VPs/TMu2kARN6nI/AAAAAAAAAFc/bJuWrWrgTRM/s1600/photo+3.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Iearv7o7VPs/TMu2kARN6nI/AAAAAAAAAFc/bJuWrWrgTRM/s200/photo+3.JPG" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;xoxo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;His Angel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6039929384736699530-3284156881614989864?l=hisangelicslut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hisangelicslut.blogspot.com/feeds/3284156881614989864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6039929384736699530&amp;postID=3284156881614989864' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6039929384736699530/posts/default/3284156881614989864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6039929384736699530/posts/default/3284156881614989864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisangelicslut.blogspot.com/2010/10/evil-hanger-earlier-this-week-666-had.html' title=''/><author><name>His Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02910327659475376186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Iearv7o7VPs/SGnQ_shta1I/AAAAAAAAACM/gfCP15zvXy0/S220/SlutAngel.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Iearv7o7VPs/TMuo2kgBfTI/AAAAAAAAAFI/jjjGM8fevUY/s72-c/Hanger.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6039929384736699530.post-410475020148059262</id><published>2010-10-28T00:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-28T00:00:10.501-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #45818e; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Its been a few days since I have blogged .. I got sick and&amp;nbsp;didn't&amp;nbsp;want to do anything but rest really. I am feeling better now and wanted to update here.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #45818e; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #45818e; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I often wonder how other peoples relationships work. What are their rules and why do they go about it the way they do. I know that each relationship is different and everyone has different ideas on how things work and what they expect.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #45818e; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #45818e; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Sometimes, when I am reading or talking to other people I think to myself that there is no way I could do what they are doing.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #45818e; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;I also find myself very envious of other peoples&amp;nbsp;challenges&amp;nbsp;and wonder what it would be like to do what they are doing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #45818e; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I wonder what types of struggles people have and if I am alone in mine. How do other people handle it. Its one reason why I am back blogging and on twitter, I need the interaction of other like minded people.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #45818e; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #45818e; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I often find myself&amp;nbsp;resisting&amp;nbsp;my Master even when I know its wrong or unjust. Is it because I am&amp;nbsp;ashamed&amp;nbsp;of who I am and the things that turn me on. I honestly do think that is part of it, my mom preached to me about sex and I have heard her say many negative things about it. She would&amp;nbsp;absolutely&amp;nbsp;freak if she knew I was submissive and that not only did I not mind sucking cock but I actually love it. Don't even get me started on bondage and spanking .. ha thats just unheard of in her world. I am working hard to work past these feelings and be ok with who I am, but it certainly is a work in progress. At one time I though I was making good progress but I think in the last year or so I have took some steps backwards.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #45818e; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #45818e; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Thankfully, I have a very caring and patient Master. He does push me, but I don't&amp;nbsp;believe&amp;nbsp;as much as he would like. I want him to be able to push me, its how I learn and grow but at the&amp;nbsp;same time&amp;nbsp;I am so scared and I fight him when I should just trust in him as I know he will never do me any harm.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #45818e; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #45818e; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Sorry for the random ramblings of this crazy submissive girl .. Thanks for listening and feel free to comment :)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #45818e; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #45818e; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;His Angel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6039929384736699530-410475020148059262?l=hisangelicslut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hisangelicslut.blogspot.com/feeds/410475020148059262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6039929384736699530&amp;postID=410475020148059262' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6039929384736699530/posts/default/410475020148059262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6039929384736699530/posts/default/410475020148059262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisangelicslut.blogspot.com/2010/10/its-been-few-days-since-i-have-blogged.html' title=''/><author><name>His Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02910327659475376186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Iearv7o7VPs/SGnQ_shta1I/AAAAAAAAACM/gfCP15zvXy0/S220/SlutAngel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6039929384736699530.post-5575399100575014238</id><published>2010-10-21T22:54:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-22T00:09:50.507-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mantra'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I am really enjoying the time I have been able to spend with my Master the last few days. I feel like we are getting back what we use to have and there is nothing in this world that could make me happier. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I am the happiest I can be when I can feel his dominance and control over me. We were able to spend sometime together last night and it felt nice submitting to him, I even woke up with a pleasant reminder and a few tiny bruises.  I love a dull ache or visual reminder of my submission to him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;So, today he decided that maybe I should start reciting my mantra again to reinforce my submission to him. I have had the same mantra for all of our relationship and I am a bit embarrassed to admit that it took me a few min to remember it. Yes, its been a very long time since its been said. At one point I was saying it everyday, &amp;amp; I am not even quiet sure what was the cause of it stopping. Its a little sad because reciting it makes me feel close to him and thats important to me.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;So today when I had privacy I went into my bed room removed all of my clothes and knelt on the floor. That in its self is enough to really bring out my submissive feelings, its very humbling to kneel naked on the floor offering myself to him. I generally say my mantra out loud 18 times (my master has a thing for the number 6 so 6+6+6=18)  but because I hadn't already done it when he asked me about it today he changed it up a bit. He now wanted me to do it 36 times (18+18 = well you get the point) but did allow me to play with myself while I said it. So as I knelt saying out loud "I have given myself to (insert name), I love him and want to submit to him" I gently rubbed my clit in small circles just enough for me to feel my pussy react and become wet. As I said my mantra and rubbed my clit I could feel my submission wash over me and even now hours later I have a very submissive feeling about me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;As I finished my mantra I could feel the ache in my knees and back. I have never been able to kneel long and after not doing it for so long I could feel the stiffness but doing it for him was worth every last ache I felt. Saying my mantra use to be an important aspect of my daily submission to him and I am happy to have it back. Repeating those words over and over just reinforces to me who I am, who I belong to, and who loves me. So thank you Master for having me do it again :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;His Angel &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6039929384736699530-5575399100575014238?l=hisangelicslut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hisangelicslut.blogspot.com/feeds/5575399100575014238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6039929384736699530&amp;postID=5575399100575014238' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6039929384736699530/posts/default/5575399100575014238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6039929384736699530/posts/default/5575399100575014238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisangelicslut.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-am-really-enjoying-time-i-have-been.html' title=''/><author><name>His Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02910327659475376186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Iearv7o7VPs/SGnQ_shta1I/AAAAAAAAACM/gfCP15zvXy0/S220/SlutAngel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6039929384736699530.post-1146448419554174476</id><published>2010-10-20T22:43:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-20T23:56:44.060-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;:) I am so happy to be blogging again. My life has been turned upside down and lots of things have changed but a few things remain the same. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;So, whats changed. Well I had been sick for a while and its hard to explain its not that I way dying I just felt horrible all the time and was constantly tired. I lost my job which in it self would seem horrible but was truly a blessing in disguise. I hated my job and was very unhappy there and it made me a miserable person. After I lost my job I became even more sick and ended up needing surgery. Who would have thought that a little gallbladder could have caused me so many issues. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I am now back in school. Will someone please tell me whats wrong with me, why at 27 would I go back to school. Truth be told .. I LOVE it. I am happy and super excited about a new career its something completely different then what I have done in the past. I cant wait for school to be completed and to start working again. Yep, I am crazy .. I love working!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;So whats the same? I am still very much submissive and still very much in love with TheWiz666. We have been together for 2 years and 7 months. We have had lots of good times and a few not so good times. I think because both of our lives are changing so drastically right now that it has effected our relationship in a negative way but because we have always had a strong relationship built on friendship and honesty we are working through this difficult time and finally seeing the bright side of things again. I love him with all my heart and will try to work through anything to see our relationship succeed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I want to try to write in my blog at least a few times a week. Mostly based on prompts but at times it will be random rants and thoughts or things that 666 wants me to write about and express. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;His Angel &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6039929384736699530-1146448419554174476?l=hisangelicslut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hisangelicslut.blogspot.com/feeds/1146448419554174476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6039929384736699530&amp;postID=1146448419554174476' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6039929384736699530/posts/default/1146448419554174476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6039929384736699530/posts/default/1146448419554174476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisangelicslut.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-am-so-happy-to-be-blogging-again.html' title=''/><author><name>His Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02910327659475376186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Iearv7o7VPs/SGnQ_shta1I/AAAAAAAAACM/gfCP15zvXy0/S220/SlutAngel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6039929384736699530.post-8710758567561857883</id><published>2010-01-19T00:37:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T01:09:11.238-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#336666;"&gt;Today is a happy day for me, as is every other 18th day of a month. I smile every time I write the date because it reminds me of what a great life and partner I have. It's hard for me to believe that my relationship with his has been growing for 22 months now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#336666;"&gt;In the last 22 months so many things in my life have changed. I have transformed as a person and have grown in both my vanilla and D/s life. Along the way many people have helped me grow and learn but I am most grateful to him for always being there for me. He has shown me so many things but most importantly he has showed me that love is patient, people can be trusted and happiness is possible. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#336666;"&gt;I wish that I could say that i am the perfect submissive but that is so far from the truth. I have a lot of emotional hand-ups that keep me from being the submissive that I would like to one day be. He helps me through my tough times, which let me tell you are often. I have issues letting go of my control and giving it to him. It's not that I don't want to, it's that i am afraid of what will happen once I do. It is also not so much about me trusting him because I trust him more then I trust anyone else in my life. It's myself that I don't trust, I am also afraid of overstepping my boundaries as a submissive. I often wonder if I let something happen and I hate it, how do I let him know without topping from the bottom. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#336666;"&gt;This of course is one of the problems with long distance/Online relationships. At least for me because I worry that he wont know when I am struggling though a scene because he cant see it in my body language and I don't want to say anything in fear of being overly pushy. He has always been there for me, understanding when I push, patient with my rebellious ways and always so loving.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#336666;"&gt;I am a happier person for having him in my life. He has helped me become a happier person, it shows in every aspect of my life and other people have noticed as well. Of course when my relationship with him is strained that shows as well. I have leaned some things during the last 22 months, I have learned that a good relationship starts with a good friendship, that communication and being open and honest with the ones you love the most is the key to staying happy and that when you love someone you love all of them and you are patient with them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#336666;"&gt;I am happy to say that I have the best friendship with him as he is my best friend. I can tell him anything and never fear the judgement that people often give when you are honest. We have awesome communication, oh yes there is the occasional lapse, but we always seem to work through it. Most importantly I love him unconditionally as he truly means everything to me. I love sharing my life with him, telling him things I just can't tell anyone else. I love having him in my life because without him it's just not complete. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#336666;"&gt;So today on the 22nd month Anniversary of our love and relationship I just want to tell you that I love you with all my heart and if I get to be with you forever I will be the happiest person in the world. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#336666;"&gt;Kisses ... I love you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#336666;"&gt;Your Angel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6039929384736699530-8710758567561857883?l=hisangelicslut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hisangelicslut.blogspot.com/feeds/8710758567561857883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6039929384736699530&amp;postID=8710758567561857883' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6039929384736699530/posts/default/8710758567561857883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6039929384736699530/posts/default/8710758567561857883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisangelicslut.blogspot.com/2010/01/today-is-happy-day-for-me-as-is-every.html' title=''/><author><name>His Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02910327659475376186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Iearv7o7VPs/SGnQ_shta1I/AAAAAAAAACM/gfCP15zvXy0/S220/SlutAngel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6039929384736699530.post-4925097072659814068</id><published>2008-09-18T00:09:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T23:50:39.221-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Happy Anniversary!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been a wonderful 6 months since you offered your submission and the beginning of a new beautiful and ever growing relationship. You are my Angel, my Slut and my friend. We have shared so very much in these short 6 months but it feels as though it has been several incredible years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have been a wonderful and happy addition to my life. I have been happy helping and pleased with your progress in losing weight. Your dedication and devotion has been very good and to me absolutely fabulous. I simply ignore your grumbling and send you off to the gym&lt;br /&gt;or create new inventive supplementary exercises.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have be a witness to your incredible growth, you are more self confident and happy in life now. So very much has happened in each of our lives, it is wonderful to be able to share with you the good and bad. Job changes, job politics, household politics, evacuations, dieting, politics, religion, the letter 'u', metric and philosophy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anytime one of has been upset, the other is there for the other. You know that I am not going anywhere without you and that our relationship is real; that we are growing larger and we are growing together. I am always proud of both you and your actions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love YOU deeply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kisses on your halo ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Master and friend,&lt;br /&gt;TheWiz666&lt;br /&gt;(insert MY name if you know it, with MORE kisses and a HUGE hug)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6039929384736699530-4925097072659814068?l=hisangelicslut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hisangelicslut.blogspot.com/feeds/4925097072659814068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6039929384736699530&amp;postID=4925097072659814068' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6039929384736699530/posts/default/4925097072659814068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6039929384736699530/posts/default/4925097072659814068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisangelicslut.blogspot.com/2008/09/happy-anniversary-it-has-been-wonderful_1295.html' title=''/><author><name>thewiz666</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02612979848752650109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g8ZdB_0fAAM/TNDpQDY7_eI/AAAAAAAAAB8/DlBXhEBcw6k/S220/Devil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6039929384736699530.post-6726553701666046948</id><published>2008-09-06T02:52:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T03:04:21.908-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stories'/><title type='text'>Awaiting Your Arrival .. Part 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;*** This is a story that I wrote for 666 ... I hope you all enjoy it ... its the first time I have ever posted for the public to read ... Please feel free to comment ..... His Angel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Awaiting Your Arrival&lt;br /&gt;Part 1&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wake up slowly the sun shining thought the window on my half exposed naked body. My skin feels warm and I smile knowing that you will be back tonight. I have missed you while you were away and I can’t wait to see you. Getting up the first thing I do is go check to see if I have any e-mail from you. As soon as I open my mail I see your e-mail waiting there for me. I love to see that I have mail from you and I hurry to ready what you have written me. I click open and smile as I read your words to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My Angel,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have missed you while I have been away. I have had so many naughty thoughts running though my mind and I can’t wait to be back tonight so I can play with you. I will be there to see you at 9pm tonight, I expect you to be ready for me, I want you to be a horny slut for me today here is what I expect of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are to take a long hot shower making sure you are extra clean for me, be sure to pay extra special attention to that pussy and ass I own. As soon as you get out of the shower you are to insert your anal balls and remote control vibrating egg. Once you have done that you may go about getting dressed for the rest of your day, but slut no panties today, I want you to feel slutty today. Every hour on the hour I expect you to turn your vibrator on and leave it on for 10 min. You are to turn it off after 10 min the point of this is for you to be hot and bothered not satisfied. Every hour on the half hour you are to attach clothes pegs to your nipples, twist and turn them for 10 min. By the end of the day your nipples will be very sore, it’s what I want I know you will make me proud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 8pm tonight you will go freshen up but you are not to wipe your pussy at all I want to know how slutty you were for me today. Be ready at 9pm kneeling naked with your collar and cuffs on by the front door. Turn the vibrator on and have the remote to it held out for me to take control of when I arrive. I can’t wait to see you tonight. I have a surprise for you, something you have been asking for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you&lt;br /&gt;666&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I close the e-mail and sigh, I know that I will be so worked up by the end of the day but I can’t wait to see you tonight so I am very excited. I sit there for a little longer pondering what your surprise will be but decided not to worry too much I am sure I will love it. I go start the shower and undress looking at myself in the mirror. I feel good looking at myself naked in the mirror with only my collar on. As the water gets to the prefect temperature I remove my collar and get in. The water feels so nice on my body. It’s warm and I close my eyes letting myself relax as the water runs down my body. The water starts to cool and I decide I better wash my body and hair before I am left with no warm water. I lather my luffa and make sure to pay extra special care to my ass and pussy. I thoroughly wash both areas running my soapy fingers in and around them. To make sure my pussy is extra desirable to you I shave leaving the skin smooth and soft. Quickly I wash my hair and get out of the shower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drying off I walk to my bedroom to get the anal balls, remote control vibrating egg and some lube. Lubing up the balls I insert them in my ass feeling both balls pop in. I stand and wiggle my ass feeling the balls vibrate deep inside of me. I slip the egg inside my already wet pussy and put on my bra looking at the panties knowing I have to go without today. I slip on a cute summer dress and slide my feet into some sexy heels. It’s Saturday and I need to run some errands. Before I know it is already 12pm and I turn the vibrator on and set the timer on my phone for 10 minutes. The vibrator buzzes away making the balls in my ass move, as the 10 minutes come to an end I am hot and bothered and really don’t want to turn my vibrator off but remember your words about this not being about me being satisfied but about me being so very horny by the end of the day. I turn the vibrator off and quickly go to my car trying not to think about my throbbing pussy. I drive to the store and as I pull into the parking lot I see that it is 12:30pm and I need to put the clothes pegs on each of my nipples. I look around but it’s pretty busy and there is really nowhere to hide so I pull out my boobs until I can see just the nipple, I quickly look around to make sure no one is watching and I put the clothes peg on twisting and pulling on it for the full 10 min. When the timer goes off I take the pegs off yelping at the blood rushes back in. Getting out of my car I make my way to the store my nipples hard and tender. I hurry thought the store picking up the things I need but I am not quick enough. 1:00pm hits and I reach in my purse and press the button bringing my vibrator to life. I sigh feeling the toys inside me and my pussy juices starting to drip down my leg. Quickly I make my way to the check out, being very distracted by the toys and so glad when the 10 minutes is finally up. As soon as the times goes off I turn the vibrator off and rush to my car hoping that I will make it home before the clothes pegs need to go back on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Gosh dang it” I say out loud as 1:30pm hits and I am still not home. I pull off the road and onto a street that isn’t traveled much. I pull my boobs all the way out this time attaching the pegs and gasping as they pinch. It’s already so painful and the 10 minutes just started, I reluctantly bring my hands up to each peg twisting and pulling, trying my best to make you proud. I twist and pull, my pussy betraying me it leaking onto my car seat. My pussy begging to be touched while my nipples are screaming in pain. Just as my 10 minutes are up a car comes down the road from behind me. I freeze up as they pass; I make eye contact with the man driving the car. I am so embarrassed that I rip the clothes pegs off screaming as I do and pull my bra and dress top up over my exposed breasts. Turning the car around I return home with 2 minutes to spare before my vibrator is to come back on. As soon as I get in the door the clock announces that it is 2:00pm. I quickly put down my things and turn the vibrator on. I sit on the couch with my naked rear touching the cushion and my dress hiked up around my waist. Spreading my legs I let the vibrator do its magic while the anal balls roll around making me squirm. The timer announced the end of the pleasure and I was not ready for the vibrator to go off but turned it off knowing you would be upset with me otherwise. I moan out loud so horny and worked up, wishing so badly that you were here to fuck me long and hard. I lay on the couch, my pussy throbbing and soaking wet. I am dying to touch it but think better of it, you didn’t mention that I was allowed and I don’t intend on being punished after you have been away for so long. As 2:30pm hits I reach into my purse and take out the clothes pegs I attaching them to my nipples letting out a long moan. My pussy is begging for attention as I twist and pull on the clothes pegs, I twist hard and let out a cry followed by some tears. I smile, wishing you were here to kiss my tears away. I continue to twist and pull, my pussy dripping on to the couch. When my time is up I get off the couch and kneel in front of it licking the wet spots up while rubbing my nipples on the edge of the couch to pull the pegs off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My nipples and pussy both throb, my nipples begging to be gently rubbed to remove the pain while my pussy is begging to be rubbed to receive some pleasure. I still have 6 and a half more hours to go before you will be here and I can think of nothing but my pussy, my nipples and having your hard cock in me. I decide to busy myself with some chores straightening the house and doing some laundry before you arrive. This helps a little but the brakes every 30 min to turn the vibrator on or to torment my nipples are driving me mad. My pussy is now dripping wet almost constantly and my thighs are slick with juices making me feel dirty, I know this is exactly what you had in mind. Hot, bothered and horny, I go and lay back on the couch waiting for 7pm to come around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 7pm on the dot I turn the vibrator on and grab a book of naughty stories. I should have known better this late in the day while being so turned on, the stories had me imagining I was the girl in the story being spanked for being naughty and then giving my Master a blow job to thank him for caring for me. As the 10 minutes came to an end I was desperate to give my clit some attention it ached to be touched and not being able to was driving me insane. I turned the vibrator off feeling the frustration build inside of me wishing so badly I could just play with my clit. I reached for my cell phone to call you but I got the machine. “Hey leave me a message and I’ll get back to you … BEEEEP.” So I left you a message. “Sir, it’s your slut. Um I was wondering if I could Um please be allowed to play with my clit or maybe you could come over sooner I am so very horny and just really want to see you. Um well ok I would really like you to fuck me. Please call me back, I love you.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hang up the phone and know that you were probably sitting right there looking at the caller id when I was calling, and now you are listening to the voicemail grinning from ear to ear knowing that I am so despite to play.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;I know at this point that I only have 2 more hrs and 3 more play sessions to go before I get to see you. As it gets closer to 7:30pm I get my clothes pegs and hold them in my hand waiting for the time to come to put them back on. My nipples are so very sore and I know these last 2 sessions are going to be very painful. I clench my teeth and put the first peg on letting out a hiss of pain before putting the next one on. I laid there not wanting to pull or twist them but also didn’t want to disappoint you being this close to the end. I got an idea and kneeled on the floor and got into the submissive position, ass in the air, head to the ground, arms stretched out in front of me, this of course caused my pegged nipples to dig into the ground. I breathed in deep as I felt my nipples rub against the carpet. I laid there just for a seconded before reaching my hands under me and grabbed the pegs twisting and pulling them focusing on my submission to you and the pain you wanted me to endure. As the timer went off I pulled the pegs off and screamed in pain. Panting I laid there relaxing my nipples pulsing in pain, I get up knowing that soon you will be here and I can’t wait to see you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I turn on my computer hoping to see an e-mail from you but there wasn’t one there, you were really going to torment me with anticipation tonight. I close my computer and check the time 7:50pm, I only have 10 minutes to wait before I can start getting ready. Every couple minutes I check my phone for the time wishing for the time to come quicker. As soon as 8pm hits I turn on the vibrator and rush to the bathroom to start getting ready. My excitement is taking over and the vibrator is helping it along. As I move around the bathroom, putting on deodorant and make up, making sure my hair is straight the balls are rolling around in my ass and the vibrator is buzzing a little less powerful as its been used all day long. My 10 min are up and I moan loudly as I turn it off. Making sure everything is perfect I remove my clothes and spray on the perfume I know you love, the last thing I do is put on both my ankle and wrist cuffs closing my eyes to enjoy the familiar sensation. It’s now 7:30pm I sigh because my nipples are in so much pain without the pegs and this will only serve to make it worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I put the pegs on one at a time, I can see myself in the mirror, the pained look slowly creeps across my face. I reluctantly bring my hands up to the ends of the pegs grabbing a hold of them while twisting and pulling. My expression is so pained yet so beautiful. I love to look at myself and see the submissive me staring back; I can’t help but love what I see in the mirror. I am fighting back the tears as I have just fixed my makeup and know that the eye liner and mascara will run if I start crying now. I hold back as long as I can but the tears build and before I know it there spilling over the edge and down my cheeks. The black lines appear slowly, as the pain from my nipples starts to increase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hear the door open and check the time quickly it’s not even 7:40pm yet. I panic not knowing why you are early. I turn the vibrator on and rush to the front door kneeling quickly at your feet while holding the remote to the vibrator out for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be continued ….&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6039929384736699530-6726553701666046948?l=hisangelicslut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hisangelicslut.blogspot.com/feeds/6726553701666046948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6039929384736699530&amp;postID=6726553701666046948' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6039929384736699530/posts/default/6726553701666046948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6039929384736699530/posts/default/6726553701666046948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisangelicslut.blogspot.com/2008/09/awaiting-your-arrival-part-1.html' title='Awaiting Your Arrival .. Part 1'/><author><name>His Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02910327659475376186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Iearv7o7VPs/SGnQ_shta1I/AAAAAAAAACM/gfCP15zvXy0/S220/SlutAngel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6039929384736699530.post-3958977840895508631</id><published>2008-09-06T02:43:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T03:03:03.282-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stories'/><title type='text'>Awaiting Your Arrival .. Part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Awaiting Your Arrival&lt;br /&gt;Part 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Slut, I am pretty sure your e-mail said to be here waiting for me at the front door kneeling and naked. Did it not?” You ask. “Yes, Sir, I am sorry I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;wasn&lt;/span&gt;’t here when you came in but Sir you were early. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;wasn&lt;/span&gt;’t expecting you for another 20 minutes.” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;You leave me kneeling there the vibrator buzzing deep inside my pussy, clothes pegs still attached to my nipples. Reaching out you flick each of the pegs while asking me “Slut, did you not leave me a voicemail begging me to come over early?” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;I sigh knowing you are right, I did beg you go come over early and I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;wasn&lt;/span&gt;’t ready. I guess I got in my own thoughts, thinking about how I messed up after trying so hard to be good today. You grabbed the pegs and tugged on them making me yelp and come back to reality. “Yes, Sir you are right I did beg you to come over early, your slut is sorry that she &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;wasn&lt;/span&gt;’t ready for you, please punish her.” You hear the regret in my voice as I talk to you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;“Oh slut I intend to.” you say ripping the pegs off and causing me to cry out. Tears ran down my cheeks freely from both the pain to my nipples and the embarrassment of not obeying you. “First things first” you say pausing to give me time to think about how you would punish me. Finally after what seemed like eternity I hear you tell me “First, I want to hold you in my arms, it’s been way to long and I have missed you.” With that you click off the vibrator and tell me that I can remove it and clean it off with my mouth. I do so quickly, but you tell me to slow down and enjoy the taste of that pussy you own. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;You help me up, and wrap your arms around me. You whisper in my ear how much you love me and how you have missed me. Even through my disappointment in failing you I smile. My tears once again roll down my face, I realize that my makeup is ruined and I hang my head down. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;You are having none of this, you make me look up at you. “Slut look up at me there is no need to be ashamed, we all make mistakes, you will pay for yours later and then all will be forgiven.” You reassure me. I look up at you and see you staring at me you gently take my face in your hands and kiss away the tears. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;“Sir, I am sorry my makeup is ruined, I had wanted to look nice for you tonight. I have missed you and I love you so very much.” I say to you while looking into your eyes. “My Angel, you have nothing to worry about, I love when you look like this for me, it’s so very sexy.” Is all you need to say to me to get me to smile. I lean in and give you a kiss, you allowing it to last while we both enjoy each other. You break the kiss and hold me tight, leaving me aching for more. I lean into you feeling your arms around me. I just love when you hold me tight it makes me feel so safe. You hold me for a while and our bodies in a tight embrace.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;“Alright slut its time, kneel and follow me to the room.” You tell me in a stern voice. I look at you pleading not to have to crawl, but think better of asking as I have already disappointed you enough in one night. I drop to my knees and crawl behind you as you walk towards the bedroom.&lt;br /&gt;You stop once you get to the middle of the bedroom. I kneel next to you waiting for your command but all you tell me is “Stay Pet, I will be back.” And then you leave the room. I kneel wondering where you went but not daring to look, I know I am already in enough trouble and don’t want to add to it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;I hear you in the other room and then I hear you go out the front door. I start to panic thinking you have left me, wondering if I have disappointed you enough for you to leave. After what seems like an eternity I hear you come back through the front door and shut it behind you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;You don’t come back in the room right away, I can hear you rummaging through the cabinets but knowing you are in the house makes me feel better. My knees are starting to ache and I begin fidgeting when you come back in. As soon as I hear you enter the room I tense up waiting for you to say something to me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;I see that you have a padded saw horse with you, I have never seen it before and wonder if this was the surprise you had mentioned earlier. I never had talked about playing with one but maybe this was it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;“Slut, stand up and lean over this with your feet on either side of the legs and your hands grabbing a hold of the legs.” You tell me. As I stand up you slap my ass and I scream out loud, not because it hurt but because I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;wasn&lt;/span&gt;’t expecting it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;I quickly get into position lowering myself over the sawhorse and grabbing a hold of the legs. You quickly clip me to the legs and begin rubbing my ass, your hands slid up and down its slopes occasionally reaching all the way to my slit. Its feeling good and I start moaning, this is your cue to stop as you don’t want me having too much enjoyment. You announce to me. “I am going to warm up your ass slut, are you ready?” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;“Yes, Sir” I say fully expecting you to start spanking me. “OUCH” I scream as I feel something hot hit my ass. Then again, I don’t know what it is and I just keep saying “ouch that hurts” over and over trying to figure out what is causing the pain. Finally it hits me, its wax!!! Once I know what it is, it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;doesn&lt;/span&gt;’t seem to hurt nearly as bad, I feel the wax on my ass. Each drop covering it more and more. You are dripping it slowly down the curves of my ass, spreading my cheeks you drip the wax in my ass crack letting the wax pool around my puckered ass hole. It takes a while but you cover my ass completely with wax. You drip some of the wax on my back causing me to again yelp in pain. You only drip a few lines of wax on my back before putting the candle down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You run your hands over my body I feel the contrast of when you’re touching the wax and when you are touching my skin, it feels fantastic.  My pussy is still wet from all the excitement today and now it is dripping again. I can feel it drip down my thigh and become embarrassed knowing that I can’t control my pussy, my pussy is showing you all too clearly that I am turned on. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;“You are such a naughty slut, your pussy is dripping wet, I can’t believe how turned on you are.” You say to me while running your fingers up and down my slit.  You bring your pussy covered fingered up to my mouth and I clean them without being asked. You tell me that I am a good girl and I smile knowing that you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;aren&lt;/span&gt;’t too upset with me. You bring your fingers back down to my pussy this time rubbing the juices all over my boobs and pinching my nipples. I moan my nipples being so very tender; your touch feels so painful yet so very nice. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Your hands leave my boobs and you once again stand behind me. I hear you pick up something and then I feel it slide down my back, over and over again sending chills down my spine. It feels so soft on my skin; you walk around in front of me holding it. A brand new red soft flogger, my eyes grow with excitement. I have been begging you to buy and use it on me but you always until now have told me no. Then the fear hits me, I have read a lot about them and I know while soft it stings and I will feel pain. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;You start out teasing me with the flogger, running it up and down my back; you spank me lightly with it but only enough to tease and turn me on you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;aren&lt;/span&gt;’t causing any real pain yet. I sense you want me to beg but I can’t bring myself to do it. I hate begging, and always fight it as long as I can. I don’t have much fight in me tonight though, I have been teased all day long and I just can’t take it anymore. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;“Please Sir” you hear me say. “Please, Sir. Is that how you beg slut?” you ask me. “No, Sir. I am sorry” I say. “Well, until you beg properly this is all you shall receive.” You tell me casually as you continue to torment me by teasing me with the whip. I try again hoping it pleases you more this time. “Sir, please spank your slut” you hear me whisper. “Not good enough SLUT and you don’t whisper when you beg do it RIGHT!” you tell me you voice a little more stern. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;I sigh, as you continue to tease me. I can tell that you are not going to give in. I try a couple more times to beg but the words just won’t come out. Finally after much teasing I give in and let the words flow out. “Sir, please please please whip your dirty naughty slut. I have been so naughty and need to be punished, please Sir, please.” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;“SMACK, SMACK, SMACK” the flogger rained down on my ass sending the wax flying in random directions. “OUCH that hurts!!!” I scream between blows. “Of course it hurts, what were you expecting” you respond. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;I am going to spank your ass and back with this flogger until there is no longer any sign that the wax had been here.” You say. The flogger lands hard on my ass causing a slapping sound. “SLAP SLAP SLAP” the wax is flying. I feel you spreading my ass cheeks and my eyes widen as your words come back to mind. You are going to slap my ass crack because there is wax there. I begin to beg, hoping you will have mercy on me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;“Please Sir, don’t slap my ass crack, please don’t you can’t &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;pleaseeeeeeeeeeee&lt;/span&gt; NO! I beg the apprehension apparent in my voice. You stop and I think you are going to show me mercy but then I see you standing in front of me holding nipple clamps. My nipples already so sore I start crying before you even say anything. “Slut, did you tell me that I can’t spank the ass that I OWN!!” you say sounding a little annoyed. “Yes, Sir but I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;didn&lt;/span&gt;’t mean it like that. Of course you can do whatever you please to my ass and my body.” I try to explain.   Not listening to me you attach the nipple clamps with a evil grin,  I scream in pain and I beg you to remove them. You won’t and remind me that it’s your body to do with as you please, and right now it pleases you for me to be in pain. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;You pull my nipples up by the clamps causing me to scream out. You then let go of the clamps letting my boobs and the clamps fall back towards my body the clamps are still swinging from my nipples when you walk back around me and spread my ass cheeks wide once again. You start spanking the wax out of the crack, I scream and it causes the nipple clamps to sway even more. Tears are staining my cheeks and just when I think I can’t take anymore you move to my back and carefully remove the wax with the flogger leaving little welts in the place of where the wax had been. My nipples are now throbbing as you finish flogging me. You lay the flogger down and move to the front of me once again, I fully expect you to pull the clamps off so when you take them off gently and replace the clamps with soft kisses, I can’t help but smile and let out a soft moan. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;You rub my tender nipples between your fingers, so caring and just rough enough to make me moan with pleasure my cunt yet again betraying me tingling and dripping with excitement. Looking into your eyes all I can see is the love you have for me you lean in towards me and kiss me passionately making me melt. You kissing me and touching me has me so turned on. I love the feeling of your hands all over my body, not being able to move or control your touch in any way.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;You stand and move behind me. “Angel, you are so wet, such a naughty slut you are” you say while running your fingers up and down my pussy. “Yes Sir, I am a naughty slut, YOUR naughty slut, Sir. Please fuck your naughty slut, please fuck me Sir.” I respond. You move behind me but it’s just to tease me. You take your cock out and run it up and down my slit, teasing me, pushing it in just enough for me to get a taste of it and then pulling it back out.  All this teasing has me so worked up, moaning and begging you for more. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;You push your cock all the way into my pussy while asking me “is that what you want slut, you want my hard cock in your pussy.” After a few strokes you pull it back out and tell me “to bad.”  I groan feeling so empty without your cock inside of me. Standing in front of me yet again I can see that your cock is now covered in my juices. You rub it over my lips before pressing it into my mouth. I suck on it, unable to hold onto it I am at your mercy. You fuck my face while I try to lick and suck on your cock showing it the attention it deserves. As you fuck my face you are still talking to me. “You are such a good cock sucker, suck on my cock Angel, make me feel your love.” This only serves to excite me making me suck on your cock with my enthusiasm. Getting a little rougher with me you push your cock all the way in and I feel it slide down my throat making me gag a little while I get use to your cock being there. Your cock sliding in and out of my throat, I can feel that you are getting close to cumming but you quickly pull out of my mouth before it happens. “Slut I am not done with you yet. I am saving my cum for another part of that sexy body I own.” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;You move behind me and put your cock in my dripping pussy. “I love your pussy slut; it feels so tight around my cock.” You tell me while fucking me from behind. The vulnerable position I am in makes it so easy for you to fuck me like this and being tied up allows you full access to any part of my body without obstruction. “Sir, please fuck me hard I want to feel your cum in my pussy. Please cum inside of me.” I say while pushing back against your cock. You give me exactly what I want a  hard cock &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;un&lt;/span&gt; my dripping wet pussy. You fuck me hard, your balls slapping my thighs, there is no mercy and I am groaning from the force but loving every minute of it. “&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;MMMM&lt;/span&gt; Sir, I love your cock. I love when you fuck me hard and make me moan.” I say to you between groans. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;A few more powerful thrusts and I feel your hot cum fill my throbbing pussy you slide your cock in and out of my pussy a few more times while the last of the cum drips out of your cock and into my pussy. You lean over me and wrap your arms around me from behind. Holding me tight you tell me that you love me, sliding your cock out of my pussy, your cum drips out and onto my already wet thighs. I feel you run your fingers down my slit and bring them up to my lips. “Taste our juices Angel.” You say to me as I lick your fingers clean while looking into your eyes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;You &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;unclip&lt;/span&gt; me and we make our way to the bed. Laying down our naked bodies pressed together, I lay my head on your chest and wrap my arms around you, my hands running down your sides and caressing your ass. Looking up at you I tell you “Sir, I love you so much I am sorry that I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;wasn&lt;/span&gt;’t ready for you when you got here.” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;While running your hands though my hair you look at me “Angel, I knew you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;wouldn&lt;/span&gt;’t be ready if I came early but your new flogger &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;wouldn&lt;/span&gt;’t have been nearly as fun of a surprise if I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;didn&lt;/span&gt;’t have an excuse to use it on your sexy ass. I smile, and then lean in to kiss you. The faint taste of sex left on my lips from our fun today. You whisper “good night Angel” and we both drift off to sleep wrapped in each others arms.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;** His Angel **&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6039929384736699530-3958977840895508631?l=hisangelicslut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hisangelicslut.blogspot.com/feeds/3958977840895508631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6039929384736699530&amp;postID=3958977840895508631' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6039929384736699530/posts/default/3958977840895508631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6039929384736699530/posts/default/3958977840895508631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisangelicslut.blogspot.com/2008/09/awaiting-your-arrival-part-2.html' title='Awaiting Your Arrival .. Part 2'/><author><name>His Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02910327659475376186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Iearv7o7VPs/SGnQ_shta1I/AAAAAAAAACM/gfCP15zvXy0/S220/SlutAngel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6039929384736699530.post-5308917736660417785</id><published>2008-08-02T01:41:00.018-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-02T15:59:01.798-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Needle Play'/><title type='text'>Needle Play</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Iearv7o7VPs/SJP51U-R4cI/AAAAAAAAADk/jFFhnZRs0nA/s1600-h/breasts.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229798286865588674" style="CURSOR: hand" height="261" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Iearv7o7VPs/SJP51U-R4cI/AAAAAAAAADk/jFFhnZRs0nA/s400/breasts.jpg" width="175" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;For a while now I have been interested in needle play, something about it just intrigues me. I have to admit; at first the thought of this type of play scared me. Fortunately, I have grown and many of the things I swore I would never do, I have at least tried. Some I have even grown to like. I am also lucky to have such a great Dominant man in my life, someone who pushes me to share my interests and to also learn about them. This paper is for me to gain knowledge about needle play and for me to share with others what I have learned. This is by no means a how-to on needles. You should always learn from an experienced person before attempting this. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Iearv7o7VPs/SJP4UYT1HMI/AAAAAAAAACk/Ii4Oq5O1qlk/s1600-h/long+corset.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229796621313973442" style="WIDTH: 223px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 241px" height="213" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Iearv7o7VPs/SJP4UYT1HMI/AAAAAAAAACk/Ii4Oq5O1qlk/s400/long+corset.jpg" width="189" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Needle Play&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needle play is the practice of inserting needles under the skin of the submissive. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most often when you mention to someone that you are interested in playing with needles they say “ouch” or “why would you want to do that?” Most people consider this kink to be dangerous and a very hard limit, but for some it’s very intense and extremely gratifying. With proper education and research this can be as safe as any other form of play. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So really what is the big deal, it’s just a little needle. A needle has 3 parts (see pic 1), the hub or plastic part that you connect to the syringe. Be sure not to remove the hub as it keeps the needle from going all the way through the skin and also gives you something to hold onto so that the needle can remain sterile. The other two parts of the needle are the shaft and the bevel. The shaft is the long metal length of the needle and the bevel is the slanted tip. For needle play you should use sterile, hypodermic or acupuncture needles. Safety pins and sewing needles should not be used. They are not sharp, not sterile and are porous so they harbor bacteria. Hypodermic needles are thin, cheap, sterile, disposable, and have the plastic hub to hold onto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hypodermic needles come in different lengths and sizes called gauges. The higher the needle gauge the smaller the needles diameter is. So this means that a 22 gauge needle is smaller than a 16 gauge. It is recommended for needle play to use between a 19 and 27 gauge needle that is 1.5 inches long. In general, most areas should be pierced with a 21 gauge needle while more sensitive areas should be done with a 25 or 27 gauge needle. If a more intense sensation is desired a 19 gauge needle can be used in all but the most sensitive of areas. If you are looking to purchase needles, it is best to buy them online or at a veterinary supply store, although the latter isn’t preferred because they tend to not be as sharp since they are meant to go through animal hide. Although you can buy them at some pharmacies, they can be much more difficult to obtain there. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Iearv7o7VPs/SJP7o0P2FgI/AAAAAAAAAD0/UkHeV3FDcIs/s1600-h/Needle_parts.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229800270945719810" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Iearv7o7VPs/SJP7o0P2FgI/AAAAAAAAAD0/UkHeV3FDcIs/s400/Needle_parts.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Pic 1 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;As with all BDSM activities, safety is extremely important when playing with needles. First and probably most importantly, you need to be aware of blood borne diseases such as HIV or hepatitis due to needle stick injuries. You need to follow Universal Precautions and always assume everyone is infected since it’s impossible to tell who is and who isn’t infected without a blood test. If you are doing the piercing on someone else, be careful not to jab yourself after inserting the needle. Wearing latex or synthetic gloves (if you are allergic to latex) will keep the transmission of blood to a minimum, but can’t protect you from accidental needle sticks, so you need to be extra careful. Infection is the primary danger when playing with needles. To avoid infection make sure to use new sterile needles and never reuse a needle, even on the same person. After the first use, the needle, whose shaft is hollow, can harbor bacteria and becomes dull causing the skin to tear, increasing the chance of infection and inflicting unnecessary pain. (See picture 2)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before starting, you should thoroughly wash your hands with antibacterial soap and warm water. Once your hands are clean and gloved, you can clean the area to be pierced with soap. Wipe it with rubbing alcohol and wipe it down with clear betadine (Do not use if allergic to iodine). By cleaning the skin this way you will lower the chances of infection, once the skin is clean do not touch it. When you are done playing, used needles should be properly disposed of in a sharps container or a thick plastic bottle, such as a detergent bottle, with a lid. While playing, all those involved in the play should be both alcohol and drug free. Both these substances impair judgment and alcohol will enhance bleeding. Like alcohol, aspirin can also enhance bleeding and should be avoided prior to needle play. If done properly, there is far less danger of injury or infection than from being scratched by a cat. This is due to the depth of insertion being controlled and the use of sterile needles. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Iearv7o7VPs/SJP4Uvejr6I/AAAAAAAAAC0/7iYl6Rxzj9c/s1600-h/Newneedle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229796627532984226" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Iearv7o7VPs/SJP4Uvejr6I/AAAAAAAAAC0/7iYl6Rxzj9c/s400/Newneedle.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Pic 2&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While playing with needles you have plenty of options about where to pierce, but there are also areas to avoid. Internal organs, bones, and eyes are all areas that should never be pierced with a needle. Do not pierce the hands, wrists, or spine and be careful to avoid joints, bones close to the surface, armpits and the sternum. Also, do not pierce the penis shaft; it contains both arteries and blood vessels that should not be pierced. Not to worry though, even with those areas that need to be avoided, there are still plenty more areas to play with. The surface skin of the thighs, buttocks, arms, stomach, shoulders, cheeks, chest and breasts are the easiest and least painful areas to pierce. The easiest places to pierce are the fleshy areas like the thighs or the bottom of the navel pointing down. The genitals can be pierced and can be quiet intense to play with, but before playing in these areas you should obtain further training by someone who is familiar with and competent at genital piercings. With that said, the foreskin, scrotum, labia, clithood and the underside of the penis can be pierced to obtain a moderately intense sensation. When playing in these areas, special care needs to be taken to avoid blood vessels and irregularities in the skin. Also the nipples, cockhead, and clit can be pierced but are all extremely painful. The nipples are thick and tough, making them more difficult to pierce. Piercings in these areas should be kept shallow and are expected to bleed a little. While piercing, you can experiment with placing the needles into patterns, using ribbon to lace around the needles to make a corset look, or even gluing feathers to the hub to make wings. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Iearv7o7VPs/SJP51PkM3EI/AAAAAAAAADc/NuGXx_2wSTo/s1600-h/lots.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229798285414030402" style="WIDTH: 242px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 294px" height="275" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Iearv7o7VPs/SJP51PkM3EI/AAAAAAAAADc/NuGXx_2wSTo/s400/lots.jpg" width="162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now with a good idea of where is safe to pierce and where isn’t, it’s time to have some fun. It’s a good idea to practice before actually piercing a person, a thawed roasting chicken works well for this purpose. It takes about the same amount of pressure to pierce a person’s flesh as it does the chicken's skin and provides good practice. Once you are ready to pierce a person, start by getting all the needed supplies together; soap, clear betadine, rubbing alcohol, cotton balls, needles, cork, towels and Neosporin. Wash your hands and put on gloves. Clean the area to be pierced to avoid infection. Pick a fleshy area to pierce such as the thighs or buttocks. Handling the needle carefully, touching only the plastic hub, pinch a little of the surface skin and then place the needle so it’s aimed to go through the skin with the longest side of the needle against the skin. When ready, push the needle all the way through in one smooth movement until the plastic hub rests against the skin. The needle is very sharp and should need very little pressure to penetrate the skin. To help get in the right mind set and to help cope with the pain once the needle is positioned to pierce, take a deep breath and hold it for a second then breathe out while pushing the needle through. Once the needle is in, you should allow time between piercings to adjust to the sensations and time for you to be able to judge their reaction. Everyone is different and some people do find it easier if the piercings are done quickly with little time between them. With the needle in, you can gently move it for a greater effect and more sensations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once you are ready to move on to the next piercing, you can put a small piece of cork on the end of the needle to keep the needle from jabbing into nearby areas. If you use cork it should be put in the microwave to make it sterile. Remember that the needle has to go back through the skin and needs to be kept sterile the whole time you are playing. When ready to remove the needle, you need to be just as careful as when you put it in. Keep the needle straight and pull it out in one fluid movement. You may see a few blood spots but these are normal. When the needle is removed, wipe the area clean with rubbing alcohol and then dab a small amount of Neosporin where each needle had been. Check your partner often, watching for the common reactions to this type of play. These reactions include being faint, turning pale, and shaking. This happens because of the flood of hormones and neurotransmitters circulating through the body. Be safe when playing, excessive bleeding, reactions, and infection are all reason to contact a physician or to go to your local emergency room. It is always better to be safe than sorry. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Iearv7o7VPs/SJP50-8G0cI/AAAAAAAAADU/gA_jqBgo-xU/s1600-h/pen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229798280950895042" style="WIDTH: 126px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 186px" height="217" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Iearv7o7VPs/SJP50-8G0cI/AAAAAAAAADU/gA_jqBgo-xU/s400/pen.jpg" width="156" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Iearv7o7VPs/SJP4U8jWMPI/AAAAAAAAAC8/vZgPjMgAPrQ/s1600-h/labia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229796631042732274" style="WIDTH: 148px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 185px" height="302" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Iearv7o7VPs/SJP4U8jWMPI/AAAAAAAAAC8/vZgPjMgAPrQ/s400/labia.jpg" width="234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that you know the basics of needle play and how to be safe, you may be wondering why. Why do people like this type of play? For some it’s a psychological kick, a feeling of being so intimately and invasively penetrated. While for others it produces an intense natural endorphin high which can last hours and can even induce orgasm in those who experience it. Yet for other people it’s about self expression and sexual pleasure. This experience is very different from the experience most people have had with phlebotomists in medical settings. This is in part because the needle is placed through the skin at a tangent so that both ends are accessible rather than “into” the skin. So we know why submissives might enjoy it, but what about the Dominant? What makes them want to pierce an innocent willing victim? Well for many Dominants there is a feeling of total awe and wonder for the submissive that would trust them with so much of their well being. It is also just as much of a rush for them. If you are into pain, you may already know that it is possible to feel pain, not as pain, but actually as pleasure under the right conditions. This often happens when playing with needles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just remember to research, learn, and practice before ever trying this. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Iearv7o7VPs/SJP4VejEd5I/AAAAAAAAADE/-gPPBeMfWAA/s1600-h/angel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229796640168376210" style="WIDTH: 190px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 229px" height="247" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Iearv7o7VPs/SJP4VejEd5I/AAAAAAAAADE/-gPPBeMfWAA/s400/angel.jpg" width="200" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For me, I was one of those people who said no way am I going to ever do that, it’s a hard limit, no way!! Oh how I know better than to say those words now. While searching the web I came across a picture of a girl who had many needles pierced though her back and then laced up with ribbon like a corset. It looked elegant, sexy and so incredibly hot. Since then, I have been very intrigued, wanting to learn about it. I already love pain and get extremely turned on by it, so to me, this is something I want to experience. I want to be pierced. I want to feel the endorphin high that so many people talk about. I want to try this!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Resources:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.massmind.org/techref/other/bdsmneedles.htm"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;BDSM – Needle Play&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://public.diversity.org.uk/deviant/fsplyprc.htm"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Deviants’ Dictionary&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.informedconsent.co.uk/dictionary/Needle_play/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;IC Needle Play&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bondage.com/which/122/show_column.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Illuminations – Breast Torture&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.leathernroses.com/generalbdsm/elianneneedleplay.htm"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Needle Play 101&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Play_piercing"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Wikipedia- Play Piercing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;** Special thanks to &lt;a href="http://cogitativeowl.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Donriser&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;TheWiz666&lt;/span&gt; for helping me edit **&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6039929384736699530-5308917736660417785?l=hisangelicslut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hisangelicslut.blogspot.com/feeds/5308917736660417785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6039929384736699530&amp;postID=5308917736660417785' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6039929384736699530/posts/default/5308917736660417785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6039929384736699530/posts/default/5308917736660417785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisangelicslut.blogspot.com/2008/08/needle-play.html' title='Needle Play'/><author><name>His Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02910327659475376186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Iearv7o7VPs/SGnQ_shta1I/AAAAAAAAACM/gfCP15zvXy0/S220/SlutAngel.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Iearv7o7VPs/SJP51U-R4cI/AAAAAAAAADk/jFFhnZRs0nA/s72-c/breasts.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6039929384736699530.post-270110994644929957</id><published>2008-07-23T22:47:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T00:31:14.712-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My Angelic Slut,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four incredible months have elapsed since you made the wonderful offer of the gift of submission to me on the 18th (6+6+6) of March. We have been friends for much longer. It means so very much to me, the time that we have spent and grown together ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have had great pleasure and fun together. Choker, hotel, shopping, doorway, skirts, shoes, coins, paper, gag, ice, corsets, no panties, rope, stories, photos, telephone calls, pegs, dirty-fun, vibrators, and plugs. You have made me feel very proud and happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have made great progress in your desire to lose weight. I have tryed to be your greatest motivator and cheerleader with diet and the gym itself. You should be very proud of all of your accomplishments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are SPECIAL and you are LOVED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have lots of plans for you ... decades worth.... EVIL plans!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Me (666 )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6039929384736699530-270110994644929957?l=hisangelicslut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hisangelicslut.blogspot.com/feeds/270110994644929957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6039929384736699530&amp;postID=270110994644929957' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6039929384736699530/posts/default/270110994644929957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6039929384736699530/posts/default/270110994644929957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisangelicslut.blogspot.com/2008/07/my-angelic-slut-four-incredible-months.html' title=''/><author><name>thewiz666</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02612979848752650109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g8ZdB_0fAAM/TNDpQDY7_eI/AAAAAAAAAB8/DlBXhEBcw6k/S220/Devil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6039929384736699530.post-8935657963388584561</id><published>2008-07-18T19:34:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-20T02:00:26.634-04:00</updated><title type='text'>4 Months of Happiness :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Sir,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 months ago today I became your submissive, something that I have been thankful for each and everyday since. I couldn't ask for a better Dominant then you are to me, you truly make me happy. In the last 4 months I have grown and had some limits pushed. One of us hates skirts but the other one just loves them :) You have also have been so encouraging for me during my diet and exercise task, if it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;wasn't&lt;/span&gt; for you I would have gave up long ago. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;You encourage and expect me to be open and honest with you and I have never once felt as if I was being judged by you. You also encourage me to learn and grow, which is so very nice because doing the same thing all the time is boring and getting to experience new things with such a wonderful person is so much fun!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being your submissive is so exciting and rewarding. I love being able to do special things for you, there really is nothing better to me then pleasing you and making you happy all the time. Thank you for allowing me to be me and appreciating my submission to you. I love being your friend, I love being your submissive and most of all I love you so very much!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;I look forward to being yours for as long as you will keep me :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;xoxo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His Angel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a truly wonderful man in my life, who is kind, patient, and very loving. Oh yes and so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt; very evil .. believe me hes evil :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6039929384736699530-8935657963388584561?l=hisangelicslut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hisangelicslut.blogspot.com/feeds/8935657963388584561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6039929384736699530&amp;postID=8935657963388584561' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6039929384736699530/posts/default/8935657963388584561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6039929384736699530/posts/default/8935657963388584561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisangelicslut.blogspot.com/2008/07/4-months-of-happyness.html' title='4 Months of Happiness :)'/><author><name>His Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02910327659475376186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Iearv7o7VPs/SGnQ_shta1I/AAAAAAAAACM/gfCP15zvXy0/S220/SlutAngel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6039929384736699530.post-5898592660105208720</id><published>2008-07-03T03:02:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-02T02:54:32.761-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Finding A Master'/><title type='text'>My Views on Finding A Master</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I am adding this to my blog because both Wiz and I thought that it could be helpful for others and because it gives some incite into my feelings and thoughts on how to approach a new D/s relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This all started because of a question that was posted at the Academy the question was how do you find a good Master or what to avoid. Here is my thoughts, feelings and experiences with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before coming to the Academy I had experienced the chat rooms and other forums. I found some nice people but it was never what I was looking for. I also ran into so many of the "players" before coming here. People demanding my submission and expecting respect. I started having serious doubts about being a submissive and about my thoughts on submission. I thought that since I wouldn't allow myself to submit to these "bullies" that I wasn't a real submissive. Since being at the academy this hasn't been a problem but at first I protected myself from this. I didn't let myself get to know anyone, I didn't get involved with any of the conversations and all I would do is task and put everything I had into that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I now know that my feelings and thoughts about submission aren't wrong and that there are so many different ways to submit, none of them wrong. Its easy to doubt yourself when you have someone telling you that if you don't do this then your not really submissive but in fact its really the other way around if they were truly Dominant then they would respect your boundaries. I have went through these feelings again since then at the Academy but it was easier to deal with, because I had supportive friends to lean on and to reassure me that I in fact was a good submissive. I think that to be happy in any relationship you have to find someone who shares your simular thoughts and views.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Before becoming TheWiz666's submissive I was his friend. I have been his friend a lot longer then I have been his submissive and as his submissive I am always his friend first. He helped me heal from my last relationship and has always been there for me, offering his comfort and support. So when I was strong enough to move on, it only made sense to offer my submission to him. He is what I want in a dominant. I found myself drawn to him wanting to submit to him and please him. I want nothing more then to show him the same love and devotion he shows me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Before I offered myself to him we talked about what he expected of me, the things that pleased him and the things that pleased me but the most important thing we discussed was that we didn't want our D/s relationship to effect our friendship in a negative way and that no matter what we would both always put our friendship first. I think the most important things when looking for a new Dominant is to build a friendship first, learn about each other, find out about each others wants and expectations and then if you feel the connection, offer your submission to them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I know that this isn't always the easiest thing to achieve and that after being in a relationship and feeling the closeness you get from it, it is hard to take the time to get to know a new person when all you really want to do is feel the closeness again and to show your submission to another but without knowing each other you are setting yourself up for a hard relationship and possible failure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;These are of course only my views and thoughts and what has worked best for me. I hope that by sharing this it helps someone else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Curious&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6039929384736699530-5898592660105208720?l=hisangelicslut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hisangelicslut.blogspot.com/feeds/5898592660105208720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6039929384736699530&amp;postID=5898592660105208720' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6039929384736699530/posts/default/5898592660105208720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6039929384736699530/posts/default/5898592660105208720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisangelicslut.blogspot.com/2008/07/my-views-on-finding-master.html' title='My Views on Finding A Master'/><author><name>His Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02910327659475376186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Iearv7o7VPs/SGnQ_shta1I/AAAAAAAAACM/gfCP15zvXy0/S220/SlutAngel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6039929384736699530.post-562019308989305030</id><published>2008-07-02T01:14:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-20T01:46:49.007-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My Angelic SLUT is here to share everything ... fears, dreams and aspirations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It may look like she doesn't want to share but she does. She just loves shoes this much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want her to expand her horizons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TheWiz666&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6039929384736699530-562019308989305030?l=hisangelicslut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hisangelicslut.blogspot.com/feeds/562019308989305030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6039929384736699530&amp;postID=562019308989305030' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6039929384736699530/posts/default/562019308989305030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6039929384736699530/posts/default/562019308989305030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisangelicslut.blogspot.com/2008/07/my-angelic-slut-is-here-to-share.html' title=''/><author><name>thewiz666</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02612979848752650109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g8ZdB_0fAAM/TNDpQDY7_eI/AAAAAAAAAB8/DlBXhEBcw6k/S220/Devil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6039929384736699530.post-2023272894331055722</id><published>2008-07-01T02:44:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T03:04:30.165-04:00</updated><title type='text'>First things First</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Hi to anyone out there reading my blog. For a while now I have been thinking about starting a blog so that I have an outlet to express myself outside the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.bdsmlibrary.com/academy"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Academy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;. I talked to TheWiz666 about it and him and I decided that it is something we both would like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently I have been going though a lot and dealing with a lot of emotions. This is effecting me both online and in my real life. I often deal with insecurities, not being sure if I am good enough. This is slowly getting better Wiz has helped me so much and his constant reassurance is so amazing. Everyday I love and appreciate him a little more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A while back I found this submissive creed ... it is in so many ways the way I wish to be as a submissive:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will communicate with complete honesty my needs, desires,&lt;br /&gt;limits, and experience. I realize that failing to do so will not only&lt;br /&gt;prevent my Master and I from having the best experience&lt;br /&gt;possible, but can also lead to physical and emotional harm. I will&lt;br /&gt;not try to manipulate my Master. I will not push to make a scene&lt;br /&gt;go the way I feel it should. I will keep an open mind about trying&lt;br /&gt;things that I am not accustomed to or comfortable with and&lt;br /&gt;expanding my limits. I will continue to grow as a submissive and&lt;br /&gt;as a human being. I will accept the responsibility of discovering&lt;br /&gt;what pleases my Master, and will do my best to fulfill His wishes&lt;br /&gt;and desires. I will not allow myself to be harmed or abused, I&lt;br /&gt;know that submissive does not equal "doormat".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be courteous and helpful to my fellow submissives, I will&lt;br /&gt;share my knowledge and experiences with others in the hope&lt;br /&gt;that they will learn from where I have been I will take the time&lt;br /&gt;to help those new to the scene start out on the correct path.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be responsive to my Master, I will not try to hide what my&lt;br /&gt;mind and body are feeling so that I may assist Him in His&lt;br /&gt;responsibilities as my&lt;br /&gt;Authority, I know&lt;br /&gt;that Dominants are not telepathists, and will not expect my Master&lt;br /&gt;to know thought or&lt;br /&gt;feelings&lt;br /&gt;which I do not share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will never think myself a "better" submissive because I choose to&lt;br /&gt;submitt on a&lt;br /&gt;different level than&lt;br /&gt;another. I will not be boastful of experiences I have had as a sub. I&lt;br /&gt;know that my&lt;br /&gt;actions reflect&lt;br /&gt;upon my Master, and will do my best to help others see him in a&lt;br /&gt;positive way, I will not&lt;br /&gt;intentionally embarrass or displease my Master.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Above all, I will wear my title of submissive with honor, I will never&lt;br /&gt;cause others to&lt;br /&gt;think that being submissive means to be weak or sub~human.&lt;br /&gt;I will take pride in who and what I am, and&lt;br /&gt;will never show myself in a negative way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Author Unknown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you would like to see if you can find the submissive creed &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.geocities.com/bdsm_realm/subcreed.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6039929384736699530-2023272894331055722?l=hisangelicslut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hisangelicslut.blogspot.com/feeds/2023272894331055722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6039929384736699530&amp;postID=2023272894331055722' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6039929384736699530/posts/default/2023272894331055722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6039929384736699530/posts/default/2023272894331055722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisangelicslut.blogspot.com/2008/07/first-things-first.html' title='First things First'/><author><name>His Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02910327659475376186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Iearv7o7VPs/SGnQ_shta1I/AAAAAAAAACM/gfCP15zvXy0/S220/SlutAngel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
