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Wednesday night, PG and I stopped by the pet store to look around. One thing that was on your list was a choke collar that our friend showed us. When I first saw it, I knew I wanted to try it and tried to keep my containment in the store, pretending it was for a big dog was difficult.

As soon as we got in the car, I couldn’t help but touch it and caress it. It was very shiny and attractive. Trying it on had to wait as we went to one of our favourite Thai restaurants and had a lovely meal. After we got home, we couldn’t resist trying it out. We removed one of the links and he put it on me, it’s difficult to put on but it worked. We tried some bratty play where I would misbehave (try to bit him, pinch him …) and all he would have to do is pull and it was an instant correction.

The feeling was an increase pressure turning into pain. I could resist it for only so long before I would have to give in. We kept playing with it, testing it out and found that we both loved playing with it. I love the feeling of things around my neck. The choke collar makes a big impact.

It will be fun using our new choke collar in D/s training. Lots of possibilities are opening up for it.

Originally posted on Alpine Subdreams

It seems collars have so many different meanings these days and everyone wants their meaning to be the correct one.  (It’s amazing the drama that goes on behind kinky doors.)

Some people get collared after their first encounter, for others it may take months or years.  Many have collaring ceremonies, and others don’t.  For some they have physical collars that they wear all the time, others have ones that they only wear in private and for some the collar isn’t necessarily a physical thing but a mental thing.

So whose right?  I would have to say all of them.

There is no right or wrong it is really about what works for you.  Some people need the physical reminder of their slavery, or of their Mastery.  For some it is a something they wear proudly out in public and for others it might just be a beautiful necklace that their Master bought them.

Then there is the meaning behind the collar.  For some it means they are taken and off the market, for others it might mean something more significant almost like a wedding ring.  For others its simply a bond.

Again who is right? Does there really have to be a right or wrong?  As with everything kink is about what works for you.  Every M/s, D/s relationship I’ve encountered has different rules, and different limits.  So who is to say what is right or wrong?

I say unshackle yourselves from limiting views and enjoy yourself.  Make it up as you go along.  Keep it passionate, keep it spontaneous, and most of all keep it kinky, however you define that!

A collar is a personal thing between the Master and the slave, whatever meaning it holds for you that’s the right meaning.

x-post from Lady Evyl

No, I am not talking about needle play. I am talking about another craft gone fetish: Knitting! Yes you read it right. Yes I can knit and crochet. Another way to corrupt my crafty gift.

A member of my Fetlife groug, BDSM Toy Craft Corner, posted about a naughty knitting book coming out and asked if anyone already had kinky knitting projects to share until she recieved her online order book. Well that occupied most of my Sunday afternoon on Google: searching for the BDSM knitting Holy Grail. Let me share some of my finds with you:

Click on the image to bring you to the page with the pattern instructions.

Great for those on the poor side who need to make kinky gifts! Happy knitting

Mystress Lady Evyl

I don’t have any pictures, yet, but today I got a cute new bondage set from Sub-Shop.com. (Thanks, S!) It’s *very* AB and pretty. I especially like the fact that the set comes with thigh cuffs. Wrists can be padlocked to them to allow one to walk about without allowing one to remove a diaper. I also like the belt, but I’m not sure yet if it will be helpful or hindering while changing unruly ABs. Only one way to find out, eh?

X Posted from No Limits

There is often a lot of discussion on how a slave or submissive expresses their emotions, or if they even do. Emotions, of course, are extremely important in life in general, as well as in the BDSM world. Sir plays on my emotions in order to achieve the desired effect…He knows how to do it, and He does it really, really well.

Often, i make the mistake of being a ‘tough girl’ when He is using me. i try to push the emotion back, not letting the tears form, trying to harden myself from whatever He is inflicting upon me. People often say i am intelligent…one would think that i would understand that there is no amount of suppressing emotions that will keep Sir from taking what He wants from me. This morning, however, was a bit different.

You all know the morning routine by now i ask permission to use the restroom, take care of business, and upon returning to bed, am required to ask permission to suck Sir’s cock. It doesn’t matter if i am still half asleep and desire to come back to bed to sleep more, if He chooses to use me at that time, then i comply. It can be 1:00 in the morning, or 6:00 in the morning…what i need does not matter. This morning, i was half awake when asking permission to use the restroom, and upon returning to bed, asked to suck His cock, and was ordered to do so with the command of ‘gently’.

He then fell silent. Occasionally i heard a moan from Him, but no further words were spoken. i had no idea after 5 or 10 minutes had passed what He wanted from me. He always verbalizes His wants, His needs, and His desires to me…this time, He didn’t.

Eventually, He shoved my head down on His cock, and proceeded to do some breath control…but, again was silent. When i had exhausted my ‘resources’ of remaining breath, He brought me up, allowed me one breath, and shoved me back down all the way on His cock. Then He let go. Still, no words are spoken, so what did He want from me? Was i supposed to resume sucking, or continue the breath control on my own, which i have done often. This ambiguous part of the program was extremely frustrating for me…His slave…who wants nothing more than to please Him in any way He wishes.

At one point, He grabbed my hair…HARD, and shoved me back down on His cock. He held me there until i gagged and coughed, and He pulled me up off of Him by my hair, and that is when the feeling of being completely overwhelmed just took over and the tears started. i hate, hate, HATE it when i cry and work so hard to suppress that as well…another stupid mistake, i know. i continued sucking His cock and several minutes later felt the WHACK of Him pounding His fist into my back and growling ‘blow your nose bitch’ at me.

That’s when i got mad. i threw the sheets off of me, and jerked myself out of bed, hearing Him say in a very angry tone some not-so-nice things about my judgment in behavior. i followed His orders by blowing my nose, and immediately returned not only to bed, but to sucking His cock, while i was being reprimanded about my inability to control my anger.

Disappointing Sir is THE most devastating thing that can happen to me. i work so very hard at making sure that i do the very best job that i can for Him, and when i fail, it’s devastating. This was no different. i had not controlled my emotions, and allowed that frustration to come to the surface, and that was a serious lapse in judgment, and i knew that i would be punished.

While still sucking His cock, i felt Sir remove my collar, and i knew what that meant. i lost count of how many times i felt that collar whipped against my back, but knew that i deserved every single whip of it. When He was finished whipping me, He ordered me on my stomach, and to spread my ass, and then He gave me an ass raping that won’t soon be forgotten, still reprimanding me during it…which, of course, was much more brutal than the ass rape itself.

Then it was over…as i lay sobbing from the physical pain and the emotional pain, i felt Him wrap Himself around me, as i think He knows that i will continue to punish myself far beyond any punishment He gives me. We took some time, talked about it, made peace with the situation, and eventually even giggled at each other, and as i was getting up to make Him breakfast, He decided that He needed to fuck my cunt, which He did, allowing me to have that final release that i so desired.

He is a very, very good owner.

Thank You Sir, for this experience.

I am a big fan of DIY. I have always been crafty. In college I studied arts. That did not become a career path. But art remains a constant present in my life. So when BDSM became a norm for me I had to combine the two. And this passion led me to create the BDSM Toys Crafter Corner group on Fetlife.

Funny how I often get the comment “I hope a sub did it for you”…why I like doing it. And I don’t think the sub would do it better. Sometimes we are best served by ourselves. Enjoy the pics!

Yes I can take orders

Mystress Lady Evyl

This past week I published more images from a couple of recent shoots…

Kobe and Candle playing on the bed chained together

Now for some refreshment after all that hard work

Then Addie came by to show off her pretty pale body in red trim for us

More available at Atlanta Bondage and Atlanta Fetish Works

Greetings KSL! This is My first post here. I produce the Atlanta Bondage blog, as well as maintain a photography portfolio at Atlanta Fetish Works. I’m sharing a couple of photos from My most recent shoot with Kobe Lee and Candle Box. More from the same set are available on Atlanta Bondage.

X Posted from “No Limits”

As summer begins to make its final appearance in our neck of the woods, the temperatures are getting cooler, and the days are growing shorter. It’s been rainy here quite a bit over the past week, so Sir has been using His slave in ‘overtime’ mode…i suppose to pass the time…and for His pleasure.

It’s just another typical day in Sir’s household…the morning starts off with my requesting permission to use the restroom, as i am required to do anytime i need to use the restroom. i return and climb back into bed because it’s a nice weekend morning, with the rain falling gently outside. i love the sound of the raindrops pitter patter against the window, and the darkness that the clouds provide. It provides calm…it provides peace and tranquility within me.

As is also the requirement, when i return from the restroom, i am required to immediately ask permission to suck Sir’s cock. He was positioned in the bed, so i would be on His left side…you remember, the side that gives me problems. i was granted permission, and, as i always do when i am on His left side, ask if His preference would be for me to be on the other side. This time He said no.

i started sucking, listening to His cues and prompts, to make sure that i suck Him exactly the way He wants to be sucked. He started getting more aggressive, more brutal, and the gagging began very quickly. He is gracious enough to allow me one swallow…one breath…to get any vomit that i have gagged up to go back down, and normally, that is just fine. Not this time.

He forced my throat all the way down, held it, and then proceeded to grind His cock deep into the recesses of my throat, and that’s all it took. The vomit came up, He finally let go, knowing what was happening, and i jumped up and ran to the bathroom to puke. The rule is that i am not allowed to puke in His bed, and i am not willing to find out what would happen if that rule were to be broken.

When i returned back to bed, i immediately got right back in and started sucking again…no talking…no nothing…i was focused and ready. i felt Him hook His hand in my collar as He does all of the time, to get a good grip or do breath control, and then i felt Him unhook my collar…and i knew what that meant.

As i continued to suck His cock, i was whipped on my back with my collar. i remember, hearing Him say “that’s for making me wait! I don’t like to be kept waiting!” i am assuming that was when i was puking, and He wasn’t having His cock sucked for that brief moment. i was being punished for something that He caused me to do. i, very quickly, saw that this was a ‘lose-lose’ situation for me. He continued to brutally fuck my face and every word He said was accompanied with a whip of the collar.

“Get on your stomach bitch and spread your ass” was what i heard next. Sir has been using my ass a LOT these days, so with my back burning from the whipping, He slammed His hard, thick cock right into my ass for a brutal ass raping. It hurt…it provided no pleasure to me (not that it matters), and i was there, hoping this brutalization would end soon.

Sometimes, i think i go through completely through subspace when He is brutalizing me like this. There are parts of this that i didn’t remember, and had to ask Him for assistance in relaying what happened, but then He tells me what happened next, and it all comes back, with the exception of things that might have been said while i was in my floaty land. i find it intriguing…and scary.

Finally, as He collapsed on my burning, whipped back, and we laid there in our silence, His cock still buried deep in my ass, our connection as one soul…one body…one mind…the only sound we could hear was the pitter patter of the rain against the window, and the only sight we could see was the darkness of the clouds enveloping us within its grasp, and the only feeling we could feel was the feeling of release for Him, and the peace and tranquility felt within myself.

And that was just the beginning…