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The Olympics are over in Vancouver, unfortunately. Living in Vancouver, BC made it such more special. Decking out in red and white everyday, cheering on the Canadian athletes with fellow Canadians, the street parties, free events,  random hugs, slaps and seeing Canada win gold after gold was incredible. I’m sure there will be a massive hangover after this. Canadians all over came together and we were loud, proud and had one hell of a party.

I loved the Olympics and with hockey being my favourite sport (golds for both the men and women!!!!) I was into it before the games started. However, PG isn’t such a sports fan. He accepted my invitation to Canada game and let me watched the Russian vs Canada game but that is about as far as it expended. I really appreciated him being open to it, happy for me, going to a game and putting up with me and my craziness during the last two weeks.

I made a couple of proposals such as playing the Canadian anthem before we played which was rejected but I thought of a fun game that we both can play and enjoy. I would start singing Oh Canada and he would try to stop me by inflicting pain. I won the first round but I’m sure the next time he will be more prepared.

I have an idea for the next MVK and as much as I would love to share it, it will have to stay a secret because I have to run it by PG first. I was wondering, did anyone combine kink and the Olympics? I would love to hear some fun things that you did with an Olympic theme or basis.

It’s in the early evening Saturday, the hockey game is on in the background and I have my heavy collar on which is connected by a chain to the table. There isn’t much slack available as the chain are simply metal ankle cuffs. PG e-mailed and checked in with a call to give me the tasks with all the details. I’m allowed to be on my laptop and I figured it would be a nice touch to write this as I’m locked in.

It’s proving to be a bit difficult as I don’t have much slack but having my movement and freedom limiting is powerful. I needed a sip of water but had to struggle to reach it. It was a challenge and next time I’ll remember to move the water closer.  I’m helpless and and can only move as much as the chain will until it’s time for me to be unlocked. All I can do is rest here, be on my laptop and think about him and the restrictions that I’m under.

I like being restricted like this. I’m forced to stay here for the full hour and if (which I haven’t) forgot and tried to get up, I would get a quick reminder of his control over me. I’m wondering what we are going to do tomorrow. I really want to try to play tomorrow in some form, if he allows it. I miss being treated like his slut, whore or whatever else he wants me to be. To be pushed, sweaty and fall over in exhaustion when the day is done. I know we will have to take it easy but hopefully if I’m good and present myself naked, collar on and in position when he enters, we will be able to explore what we can do during this recovery process. I believe I’m healed enough for some play.

Our D/s relationship comes very naturally but the most important and beautiful thing is that it’s not holding me back and actually makes me feel more free. If something is up, I can easily bring it up. It can be something as simple as I’ve had a tough day at work and I really would like to be bratty and feisty, he supports it and encourages me or it can be something more serious and he is there for me.

I would love to keep writing but my time is up and I have to get unlocked. It’s amazing how slow I write when I’m locked in and my movements are restricted.

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Two Wednesdays ago was very special night. For the longest time, I’ve wanted a VCH (vertical clitoral hood) piercing but for one reason or another I never got it done.

PG knew that I’ve wanted to get it done and we were discussing that one night. It started out simple, I brought it up that I would like to do it with him there with me. Over the course of our conversations and the closer we become, the thought was mentioned to make it a special ceremony between us. As soon as I heard it, I knew it was right.

We knew we wanted it to be special and as sexy as piercing stores are, it wouldn’t of been the right atmosphere for us. We wanted it to be some place special to us. We also wanted the person who was doing the person to understand the D/s element of it and at the very least be comfortable and understanding with it. We found that with the best piercer in Vancouver who understood all of that.

The more we talked about it and waited, the more it meant. It’s a commitment to each other and to our relationship. Even though, we are both poly, we have a special relationship and bond.

After some organizing and patiently waiting, Wednesday night was here. We went out for sushi and headed back to my place for some intimate bonding before getting ready.  After setting up the sling, showering and bonding the cell phone rang and we were only minutes away.

That’s when I got nervous, this meant so much to us and was a significant act. When I get nervous (and happy) I giggle a lot. PG was great and supportive. He relaxed me, tied a breast harness on me and gave me a lot of kisses and hugs. The time came and I was in the sling, legs spread and PG standing beside me while holding my hand.

After I was cleaned, PG took the time to say some very sweet words which will remain private. It was really sweet and touching. My heart melted and feelings of love came rushing into me. It also left me speechless.

I was told to remember what this means and take deep breaths. There was a wow oh fuck when the needle went in. A couple of seconds later, the jewelry went in. I laid in the sling embracing the feelings with PG right there. The sensations rushing in me. After gaining a bit of composure, we talked about different things about the piercing such as how to clean it (urine is the fine) and about how long we would have to wait for certain activities.

The adrenaline rush hit me and I was bouncing all over the place. After saying goodbye to the amazing piercer, we spent the rest of the night together and celebrating our new commitment.

It was a magic and special night between us. The emotions, love and adrenaline was running high. This is surely a night that we will both remember and a special piece of metal in me that displays it.

Originally posted on Alpine Subdreams

After the little bit of water bondage that we did on Friday, PG decided that Sunday would be a great day to continue where we left off. I filled up the tub with warm water before climbing in making sure the water was perfect. PG sat outside of it and ordered me to move in the positions that he desired to get the rope where he wanted them. Rope was around my breast and my hands were tied to my side.

I was told to kneel in the full tub as he grabbed my hair and dunked me under water. The water surrounded me and without him holding me down, I would float back up. He would bring me back up, let me semi compose myself, tell me to take a deep breath and dunk me again. After holding me under water for a bit, he told me to sit up and we took a bit of a break for some sexual fun until he ordered me back on my knees and dunked me again. This time he added a bit more to it. As he dunked me he reached around and started finger fucking me, adding to the hotness that water bondage already is. I was soaking wet and with the feeling of water being moved all around me and his hand keeping my pussy busy, I was on cloud nine. We continued this for a while until he told me to lie on my back and we tried dunking from that angle but unfortunately it didn’t work and a nose plug will be needed for the future.

We played in the tub for just under a hour before it was time to dry off and curl up into bed. It was perfect and I was floaty, happy and horny.

A bit more information, I realized I don’t keep count when I’m submerge as the trust is there (I wouldn’t be doing it if it wasn’t). If I do have any trouble with being under water before he pulls me up, we have safety signals but every time I let a bit of bubbles out, he pulls me up. We don’t mess around with it as we would rather play it safe then push for another 5 seconds. If you decided to try water bondage, make sure you trust the person with your life as it is in their hands, do the proper research, have first aid training and make sure you have the strength and skill to do it. Here is a link to PG posting about his view of water bondage

PG and I  played for the first time over 3 years ago. Our relationship has grown and expanded beyond what either of us thought it would be. For our anniversary, PG took me out for a romantic greek dinner. After that we got ready for our scene that we have wanted to do for awhile.

Our idea was to do a street walker scene. I was dressed in boots with a jacket over a dress. We wanted to still be in role but not bring any attention to ourselves. On the way home, we pulled into a side street where he dropped me off. I was probably outside for about 30 seconds before a drugged out female came up to me and got in my face. I couldn’t make out what she was saying but I was getting scared. I didn’t realize PG didn’t drive around the block but just turned around so I couldn’t see him but he could see me.

He quickly drove up and was ready to rescue me but I  jumped into the car. We tried to continue the role play and did an okay job at it until we both decided to stop and simply enjoy each other without the roles. It just goes to show you even when everything between two people is planned, communicate and negotiated out side forces can throw it off track.

It worked out perfectly and we had a wonderful anniversary night including an adventure. It’s been three years of growth, support, love, happiness and many kinky memories. Happy Anniversary Love.

Originally posted on Alpine Subdreams

A couple of months ago, I decided to take a chance and experiment with dying my own clothes pins. I bought a bunch of them so I could give some to PG, a friend who’s birthday was coming up and some for myself. It’s really simple to do and I thought I would share.

The dye

The first step is to go to a grocery store or dollar store and pick up some clothing dye and a bunch of clothes pins. I got two packs of dye for and 200 clothes pins for $4.00. You can choose a range of colours or even mix your own. For my first time I decided to go with blue and red. Follow the directions of the dye package. I used an old pot and started boiling the water and once it was going I inserted the clothespins. I was constantly checking on them and turning them to ensure all the clothes pins received enough dye. I was overly cautious and left them in for 30 minutes per batch.

In the pot

After they were done, I scoped them out and tried to keep as much dye in as possible in by using a strainer scooper (don’t know the technical name). I put it in the another pot and rinsed and drained them until they ran clear. After that I put down multiple layers of newspaper on my balcony and let them dry out for a couple of days.

Drying

They turned out perfectly and I couldn’t of been happier. It was a great addition to the other gifts I gave and I’m looking. It’s an easy project that you can do yourself and a nice addition to the usual plain wood clothespins.

Posted from my new revised blog, Alpine Subdreams

It came naturally but a bit surprising. I wasn’t expecting to have this type of relationship with PG but it keeps growing. We’ve recently decided to expand more into D/s. We have explored parts of it naturally but after talking we decided to expand and dive into the more mental and control aspect of it.

After an afternoon play date, PG was getting ready to leave and I was getting changed to do some non-important errands. We were talking and it came up that these items could wait for later to do. He told me to get undress, put my collar on me and told me to go to the bedroom. He told me to lie down face up and wait. After a couple of minutes, he took something similar to masking tape but thicker and taped all my limps to the under the bed restraints. He explained to me that I am to stay here for an hour and set my alarm. After the hour is up, I can easily pull on the tape to get out or in case of an emergency.

The first 15 minutes or so was difficult, I’m a bit restless at times and patience isn’t one of my strongest virtue. I tested the bounds and see how far I could move without breaking them. However, as the time past I relaxed and simply enjoyed the feeling of being spread open, helpless and pleasing him. He wanted me to be spread out and think about us and I did. When the alarm went off an hour later, it startled me as I was getting into a nice, spacey feeling. I could of stayed there if it wasn’t for what I had to do to get ready for the week.

It’s going to be an interesting journey as we expand our D/s relationship. There will be a lot to learn but I’m looking forward to seeing where it takes us.

Cross-posted from Alpine Subdreams

This is what I’ve been up to and I’m finally getting better and to myself.  It’s a bit of a funny story even though it’s been painful

PG and I headed to MVK to play last Saturday. He loves surprising me with scenes and I love how he does it. He keeps me in suspense and won’t give me any details about it (even though I try).

After watching a very hot knife play workshop, we grabbed the rack and started to play. The scene started out in a predicament with me straddling a metal bar, legs bound up behind me and my wrist restrained behind me. After the hard floor was a bit unforgiving, he made me stand up in a similar predicament situation.

He didn’t want me to see what he had in store and slipped a cloth bag over my head. I heard rumpling around and movements and then all of a sudden the most painful burning sensation feeling on my clit, labia and ass. It was overwhelming but not in the usual  good way. I couldn’t take it and started to burst in to tears. I forgot what I said but I had to get this feeling away. What was it? Wasabi was placed on the rope and then a crotch rope was done. We’ve played with wasabi before and it’s been a great experience. It’s intense but short lived. This time however it wasn’t, it was a type of wasabi that we haven’t tried before and being written in Japanese we didn’t know it was a concentrated version.

The swelling and burning started immediately and we quickly ended the scene. We went home and tried everything from water to aloe. The aloe helped but it still killed. PG has been really sweet and taking care of me when I can. I haven’t orgasmed since it happened over a week ago but I’m finally starting to get brief periods of being turned on.

Hence to say, I’ve been recovering the entire week, trying to keep my legs spread as much as possible and just relaxing. It is getting a bit better but it’s still healing. Hence to say I haven’t been that social lately or really in a sexy, kinky mood to write.

Originally posted in two posts: Part I and Part II

The idea came up after returning from Beyond Leather and having some information that I didn’t want to volunteer to him. I knew if  I would share, the knowledge would be used against me.

We planned it for this past Sunday, my first free weekend in a month and on Victoria Day weekend. Since we’ve been together for just under 3 years now, we didn’t have to worry about negotiating. He already knows my limits and can read my body better then anybody else. A lot of the time, he will know something is wrong or when to stop before I do. However, for those who are going to do an interrogation scene, please heavily negotiate before and if possible, do it with someone who knows you well.

I had an idea of how the scene would go but I was completely wrong. He started off by getting everything set up before putting the straight jacket on me, putting metal ankle cuffs on,  a cloth bag over my head, and rope around my mouth to secure it. I started off bratty, he told me to get down on my knees and I disobeyed before he did that for me. He grabbed me and told me to stay still for a moment. I took the opportunity to attempt to hide (you can’t hide in my little dungeon). When he came back, he started the interrogation, explaining that I could simply give him the information that he desired or be tortured. He was an American and I was the “innocent” Canadian. I refused to which didn’t go over well. He took this harsh implement that we have, that leaves a tire tread mark on the part that you hit (here is the link, if you are interested) Without a warm up and with the frame of mind I was in, it killed. The string and impact was intense and after only a couple of hits, I could feel my ass burning and I burst into tears. I kept denying him the information that he wanted and he proceeded to hit me over and over again.

I had the hood on and the more I was crying and drooling, the harder it was to breath. At some points, it was a huge effort to get enough air in. After making my ass red, he let me calm down a bit while I heard him grab the latex sheet. The next thing I knew, I was being placed on top of it. He took his boot, pressed it on my ass and kept asking me this whole time that it would be okay to give in, no one would blame me but I kept staying strong. I was resting on the sheet, catching my breath when he mentioned that I looked too relaxed and started dropping water over the bag. I slipped a bit out of the space as it tickled until I was suddenly put back into interrogation mode when my breathing was being controlled again.

Once I was on the sheet, I heard him rumpling around and the next sensation I felt was a tack being blown into my ass (it’s a fun toy that is designed for kink purposes) He continued to blow more and more tacks into me as I struggled, trying to protect myself. Some of them would really hurt but some weren’t too bad. I’m not sure at the number of them that were in but when there was a fair amount in, he stood up and pressed his boot into them causing sensations of pain and intensity to run all over my body. He seemed satisfied with the results so far but thought that more would get me to talk. He continued to shoot more and more into me and by that time, I was breathing hard with the bag still on. The intensity of the play, my whole head space and the heat from the straitjacket started to take its affects physical on me and I felt like I was going to be sick. Luckily my interrogator didn’t want that, released me from the straitjacket and gave me some water before moving on too phase B.

There was this contraption set up in my living room from two of the hard points in my ceiling, the chains came running down and attached were all these carabiners and these two big heavy straps. One at a time, one leg went in and was secured to the chain and then the other. It was like being in a swing. After my legs were secured, he attached a back portion to it. Interrogation is hot but not when you fall backwards. After that portion was secured, he took suspension cuffs and attached them to the chain, the first thing I thought of was that I can get out of this but he noticed right away and used handcuffs to secure the D-ring to the chain above. He started out phase B by taking vampire gloves and working my ass over between the tacks that were still in, leaving scratches all over and on my inner thighs. Some of the tacks came out and I could feel the blood dripping down my ass. I heard some rumping around and then felt the most painful thing I’ve ever experienced on my nipples, it felt like my nipples  were being twisted off, stretched and abused. He did the right one first and then continued to the left. He left them on for about 5 minutes (it seemed so much longer) until be took them off hurt. The pain from taking them off was excruciating, more then putting them on. I thought I was going to give up right then. Once I caught my breath for a moment, he said he was going to do it again.  Before he could, I gave in and said I would tell him after going back and forth for a couple of minutes.

*Note: The thing he used on my nipples was to castrate  pigs and other animals. It’s these small rubber circles that come with this metal tool that stretches them out. PG picked it up at a kinky swap meet from some very good friends. I didn’t know about it till Sunday. Thank you

After telling him where the paper was, he proceeded to ask me what was on it and the items that I didn’t want him to know about. He enjoyed the ideas and unfortunately it looks like we have a new punishment (not the good type) for the future. I had no idea how long the scene last but apparently it last about 2 hours before I gave in and told him.

There was one thing that I wanted to know about though, he was giving me hints about one of the things that he was going to do involving fire. He asked me if I wanted to be told it or experience it and of course I chose experience it. He did it nicely since I was well worked over. He took tea candles and put them on a stool, just above my suspended ass. The heat rose and started to burn. If the nipple thing didn’t make me give in, this surely would.

After I gave in, he held me  in the sling before taking the tacks out of my ass. I’ve never had so many in before and they killed coming out. Blood was dripping and tears were running down my face. After all of them came out, he took me down, cuddled with some blood all over us and we basket in our post play glow and orgasmed.

It was a great scene overall but completely different from play we usual do. I felt like I was  some place else with the bag over me and him interrogating me. It didn’t feel like him at most points (which was a good thing). There wasn’t the usual subspace high that I usually experience but a different high from resisting, the pain. We talked about it afterwards and he purposly didn’t touch me and created a distant between us that made this type of scene worked. What a unique and fun way to spend our long weekend, I can’t wait to do another interrogation scene again.

Cross posted from Alpine Subdreams

I was ordered to strip down to nothing but my garter belt, stockings and shoes. Almost bare, feeling sexy and standing in front of him. He orders me to lie down on the medical table, face up. I lie down and he pulls out the metal hand and ankle cuffs. Unfortunately, as sexy as metal cuffs are they tend to hurt when you struggle and after a quick change we switched to leather cuffs but left one arm with the metal. After a bit of hemp rope was added to my crotch and ankles, we were set.

PG started out by making my nipples tender by grabbing them, twisting and teasing them before pulling out the violet wand. I love the feel and look of it. As soon as it’s turned on, the smell memorizes me. He started out by teasing and threatening me that he was going to place it on my nipple. He allowed the current to connect to the side portion of my breast before moving up and zapping my nipple. He went back and forth between each breast while I was trying to get away from the bounds, struggling to move to avoid the shock on my sensitive nipples.

He moved down to my inner and outer thighs, I couldn’t help but move my ass up to feel the shocks on it. He ordered me to spread  my legs which was a bit difficult in the bounds but I found a way to spread them to give him access to anything he wanted. The rope that was forming a tight crotch rope protected me for a bit. At least until my mouth got me into trouble and mentioned that. He moved the wand in a position that the shocks would reach under the ropes and zap me where I was once protected.

He grabbed a gas masks from the toy bag and put it on me, knowing how much I love it and the control over my breath that he obtains from it. He put it on me and immediately my head went into the nice, floaty space while he continued to torture me.

After trying to escape the zaps unsuccessfully, we had to give the violet wand a break and since I was moving around a lot and struggling, he wanted to give me a challenge. The moment I heard those words, I was nervous. He grabbed a pair of clover clamps, attached it to rope that was connected to my leg. Everytime I would move, it would cause me to pull on the clamps and possible off. He took out some sharpie things and tried to make me move. I was trying so hard to stay still as I didn’t want to pull on the clover clamps. He kept trying to make me flinch or pull but I was surprising good, moving everything but my right leg.

After staying still from the sharp pointy things, he pulled out the violet wand and started zapping my breast and inner thighs however I still stayed still with all my might. After continuous tries he took the clamps off and we played a bit more before PG started to bring me down from our hot play.

It was a fun night, I love playing out in public and electricity, gas masks, challenges always make a hot and memorable scene with PG.