<?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-3837010690081348700</id><updated>2012-02-12T01:15:00.341-05:00</updated><category term='bdsm equipment'/><category term='bruises'/><category term='arousal'/><category term='endorphins'/><category term='presentation.erotic'/><category term='spanking'/><category term='copyright concerns'/><title type='text'>His mountain girl</title><subtitle type='html'>And the journey continues...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hismountaingirl.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>211</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3837010690081348700.post-8426417608432972754</id><published>2012-02-11T18:04:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2012-02-11T18:31:18.886-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The windows to the soul...</title><content type='html'>Sight..i find it interesting that my sense of sight has such a huge impact on my slave self....for example..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Master enters my door and i see Him i get weak in the knees and certain places get moist in anticipation ....when He sits in His chair and prepares me for His use my eyes flutter closed as i swoon in His arms..&lt;br /&gt;Then kneeling in my safe place between His knees He places my blindfold on me and buckles it tight..ok at this point i cannot see anything but dancing colors and swirling spaces..pure magic.And most of the time this is what happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But sometimes He skips the blindfold..sometimes He takes me as He looks into my eyes...and every time He does this the emotional impact..the connection..simply takes my breath away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watching His handsome face as He enjoys all that is His..the twinkle in His eye as my body is wracked by constant orgasm's&lt;br /&gt;His mouth set in a slight smile as His slave's body just keeps giving ..can't stop giving..don't want it to ever stop..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yes Master...."Ah but it has been yes for a long time now slut"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3837010690081348700-8426417608432972754?l=hismountaingirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hismountaingirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8426417608432972754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hismountaingirl.blogspot.com/2012/02/windows-to-soul.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3837010690081348700/posts/default/8426417608432972754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3837010690081348700/posts/default/8426417608432972754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hismountaingirl.blogspot.com/2012/02/windows-to-soul.html' title='The windows to the soul...'/><author><name>mountain girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06222347911449830954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3837010690081348700.post-3042444454044017775</id><published>2012-02-06T20:51:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2012-02-06T21:51:58.734-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Intense...</title><content type='html'>Ahh but it always is..our sessions flow on waves of intensity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the greeting at the door to His very hands on approach preparing me for His use..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning He raised the bar a bit more..begining with a little more pain/pleasure on my breasts..i dearly love the way He nibbles and bites them..always sexy and exactly what i need after waiting so many days for His touch..after the biting He put clamps on my nipples..not unusual at all..i look forward to it,i enjoy it.Now here is where the real fun begins..in addition to clamping the nipples He added several more on the fleshy part close to my underarm..OWW!..at first(i didnt know how sensitive that area was..lol) but after a few minutes i could appreciate the effect..very nice,of course it helped that Master has a wonderful touch softly stroking my skin..bringing pleasure up through the pain.&lt;br /&gt;He also knows that i enjoy it when He runs the back edge of His knife along my skin and added that lovely sensation to the other layers of pain/pleasure &lt;br /&gt;He had more in mind for me though..He stood me up and removed the clamps slowly(i think it hurts more taking them off...lol)then went to His sidetable and pulled out some chain..i adore chain!..i always have.So with my arms down at my sides..He wrapped the chain around my ribcage &lt;br /&gt;just under my breasts..than another chain just above them..cinched up tight..and pulled my breasts through so they were sticking out as much as possible.&lt;br /&gt;After just a minute or two i felt the first strike of the crop...first on one side than the next.Now here i have to admit that it isnt the first time Master has spanked my breasts..but it is the first time i couldnt wiggle away and after a few smacks i relaxed..once i relaxed i really liked it. i'm glad it happened the way it did and thrilled that yet another little milestone was acheived.(or so it seemed to me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the tit spanking or more accuratly "during" the tit spanking i was pretty deep in space and so things are a bit fuzzy...sometimes it takes a couple of days to recall everything..i do know i was bent over and filled by Him..such beautiful orgasms when He uses me that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will post more in a couple of days..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3837010690081348700-3042444454044017775?l=hismountaingirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hismountaingirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3042444454044017775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hismountaingirl.blogspot.com/2012/02/intense.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3837010690081348700/posts/default/3042444454044017775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3837010690081348700/posts/default/3042444454044017775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hismountaingirl.blogspot.com/2012/02/intense.html' title='Intense...'/><author><name>mountain girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06222347911449830954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3837010690081348700.post-1311568847801124930</id><published>2012-01-29T16:44:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-29T16:48:11.560-05:00</updated><title type='text'>An E mail to my Master...</title><content type='html'>Master&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;As we cum up on our 2 year mark as Master/slave i find myself reflecting on our journey...Who we are and what we do is not a "normal" relationship...but it was never meant to be that..it is more...but it is "us"...we fit each other.i personally love the way we are..(i have never known this intensity with another) ....Anyway..i am looking forward to serving You in the future.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;i wanted to say ..some of the milestones that we have achieved..do You remember our first few sessions?..a couple of zip ties and Your belt (not to mention just seeing Your knife)..made for a wonderful foundation in where we are now.&lt;br /&gt;Our second or third time in the motel ..You realized i needed to be "blindfolded" and not having anything else around..You covered my eyes with the edge of the pillowcase..but just a little so as not to scare me (since i was trembling so)...You seemed so concerned and protective of my needs..i felt so safe with You and still do of course.it's as if even from the very beginning "we" were meant to be....i still can't believe my fortune..finding my only Master right away..(sometimes wish i had met You years before...) &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;If i had a wish ..it would be to serve You more often.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Yes,once a week is wonderful...and i am Yours 24/7 although You are not here with me.....but i find myself craving more and make do with fantasies of You and Your use.&lt;br /&gt;yes almost every night i have You in my dreams.....the last several nights have been quite shockingly erotic...waking me,panting and breaking into a sweat...something i have becum accustomed to.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Belonging to You is my reward..absolutely awesome and amazing...no longer watching bdsm porn videos wishing i was the little slave taking all her Master is giving....&lt;br /&gt;i live my dream everyday and each time You take possesion of me in session my fantasies cum to life.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Whatever our future holds..i am sure it will be fantastic.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;As Your slave i realize how far we have cum....there are a couple of areas i wish i could serve You better ...perhaps in this next year i can surrender more..give You more.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Your slave/slut&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3837010690081348700-1311568847801124930?l=hismountaingirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3837010690081348700.post-6818996857960379410</id><published>2012-01-20T20:44:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-20T21:45:04.427-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a little further</title><content type='html'>Its no secret really that i simply adore it when  Master wields the crop...the loud crack as leather meets skin...warming it til it is a bright deep pink...or the slow sexy way He drags it across my skin..teasing all the sensitive places.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And again no secret that i adore the scent of Him..the taste of Him..the silky hardness of Him...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now combine the two..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After being blindfolded and cuffed  He had me remove His shoes...still kneeling there in the middle of the floor i heard Him moving around...the sound of His zipper being pulled down,the clink of His belt as He hung His pants on His hook....(mmmmm so yummy)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then right there in front of me i could sense Him..He moved a little closer and allowed me to brush my cheek and lips over His boxers (that barely held His treasure from me)oh my...then i felt the first stinging strike on my bottom....then another..taking His time spanking each cheek in turn.This was dizzying and wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;Stepping away from me...i floated back to earth..just in time to take His naked cock in my mouth..Master pushing all the way to the back of my throat as He continued spanking my bottom..it was beautiful...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The perfect combination of pain/pleasure..the sweetness of worshipping my Masters body while swimming in sheer sensation of His use.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was more...much more.i may share in another post.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06222347911449830954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3837010690081348700.post-3776333071999534440</id><published>2012-01-16T22:59:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-17T09:13:25.145-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Development</title><content type='html'>He says i have developed in several areas since the beginning...my holes are more receptive and pleasing to Him..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mouth and throat are more relaxed now and therefore able to accomodate His entire length and girth..i have always loved the feeling of Him filling my mouth and the taste of His cream...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His use of the crop and flogger always makes me excited and very content...clamps,Vampire Gloves,the sharp little wheel,His belt,mmmmm and his knife...all bring an erotic harmony to our sessions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently He was able to get the wand actually inside of me...not something that was possible or at least not easy before...&lt;br /&gt;The ease and comfort not to mention the pleasure of His hand inside of me has also improved....it used to make me nervous when He tried that..i find myself anticipating and wanting this more now..(the only down side is that i tend to squirt more when He makes me cum that way)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course there is more development to come...there always is.He has plans and goals for the near future....Things He has shared with me that He will do..i am looking forward to pleasing Him in all things...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is one area that i feel i am not developing very well in...my breasts are very very sensitive..and i truly love clamps(although they do hurt alot)and the wheel or the backside of His knife feels so amazing i usually cum from the sheer pain/pleasure of Master drawing dark pink lines on them...Masters teeth and mouth are pure heaven..my breasts ache and tingle just thinking about His bites ;) ..But if He strikes them with the crop i roll away(or try to)...too wierd the other day He flogged them and it was wonderful...i dunno..but i'm sure Master has a plan for that too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3837010690081348700-3776333071999534440?l=hismountaingirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hismountaingirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3776333071999534440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hismountaingirl.blogspot.com/2012/01/development.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3837010690081348700/posts/default/3776333071999534440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3837010690081348700/posts/default/3776333071999534440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hismountaingirl.blogspot.com/2012/01/development.html' title='Development'/><author><name>mountain girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06222347911449830954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3837010690081348700.post-6061327351520857873</id><published>2012-01-01T11:55:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-01T12:14:56.001-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Need</title><content type='html'>First of all...Happy New Year!...i hope you all had a safe and happy celebration with friends and family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have spent the last 18 hours or so in the hospital with my oldest son and his wife..they are expecting thier first baby and so far it is a very slow agonizing(for the Mom to be)process...and still not entirely sure if lil man will be making his debut or we will have to go home and come back when he is more serious about his intentions...lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But as i sit here thinking and waiting and stressing about things i cannot change...i find myself daydreaming..yearning for a quiet,safe,stress free moment..i feel a little guilty..after all im not the only one stressing right now.But all i can think of is the peace i feel kneeling between Master's legs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3837010690081348700-6061327351520857873?l=hismountaingirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hismountaingirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6061327351520857873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hismountaingirl.blogspot.com/2012/01/need.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3837010690081348700/posts/default/6061327351520857873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3837010690081348700/posts/default/6061327351520857873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hismountaingirl.blogspot.com/2012/01/need.html' title='Need'/><author><name>mountain girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06222347911449830954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3837010690081348700.post-2124992845433799990</id><published>2011-12-20T09:53:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-23T08:13:47.842-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Master/slave</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jraHmMGvTJ8/TvCiO8ONTCI/AAAAAAAAATI/4r0PyqrmUlk/s1600/imagesCA2MWZW0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jraHmMGvTJ8/TvCiO8ONTCI/AAAAAAAAATI/4r0PyqrmUlk/s200/imagesCA2MWZW0.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5688224706936523810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Absolute balance...as one inhales the other exhales..energy exchanged seamlessly.&lt;br /&gt;there is a give and take on both sides..passion,power..possession and surrender.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It happens over and over again...it is what makes us both return to each other..reveling in our perfect Total Power Exchange...feeding on each others energy..i am His..i belong to Him and yet each time He takes me i surrender as if it were the first time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need His passion..His touch..to be used by Him..i cling to each moment safely floating to that space He has created for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few days ago in session..during Presentation i quickly floated away on waves of intensity as He bit and chewed the soft flesh of my breasts..He pulled me down between His knees and allowed me to worship His cock..inhaling His essence..softly stroking the silky skin...rubbing my cheek along the shaft...swirling back to Him i realized i was kneeling in a puddle of my own juices..safely tucked between His legs...His strong hand soothing me...(as he sipped His coffee)....."Take my shoes off slut"....yes Sir..shall i get a towel?...(i worried He might get His feet wet..lol)..."No need"...as i scooted back to remove His shoes i found no traction..i felt like a deer on ice..(what a mess..lol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gently he helped me to my feet and cleaned me with a soft towel...just to make me cum over and over again..clamping tender skin on my breasts in several places He bent me over the end of the bed....one of my favorite sensations came next...Vampire Gloves..ohhh such sweet torture..sharp scratchy points dragged along my back..legs..ass..i whimpered as tiny rivulets of juices began to run down my legs..yet another little puddle..filled by Him..fucked by Him...swimming in sheer pleasure laced with pain...the sweetness of being filled by Him and the pain of His firm grasp of my hips with the gloves on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my back...head hanging over the edge..He continued His use ...one thing that stands out is having His cock fill my mouth while He spanked my tender parts with a crop....it seems that i relaxed then..my gag reflex did not kick in...i enjoyed His slow teasing with His cock...and imagined how beautiful it would feel if He ever chooses to cum down my throat in this position...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3837010690081348700-2124992845433799990?l=hismountaingirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hismountaingirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2124992845433799990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hismountaingirl.blogspot.com/2011/12/masterslave.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3837010690081348700/posts/default/2124992845433799990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3837010690081348700/posts/default/2124992845433799990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hismountaingirl.blogspot.com/2011/12/masterslave.html' title='Master/slave'/><author><name>mountain girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06222347911449830954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jraHmMGvTJ8/TvCiO8ONTCI/AAAAAAAAATI/4r0PyqrmUlk/s72-c/imagesCA2MWZW0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3837010690081348700.post-5907390426955558912</id><published>2011-12-14T15:18:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-14T15:41:50.084-05:00</updated><title type='text'>And i held my world in my hands...</title><content type='html'>Its ben a month since i posted anything....not to make excuses but family life has been busy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Master and i have had a few sessions..dozens of mind blowing orgasms and hours in dreamy subspace...i truly love all that He does in His use of me.... ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was an exceptionally profound moment a couple of weeks ago..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Presentation..after he had cuffed and blindfolded me..He stood me up and held me in the middle of the room...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holding me close,he guided my hand down to His cock and allowed me to hold it..stroke it..feel the silky hardness of Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have always had very passionate and intimate sessions..but my hands as well as the rest of me..body,heart and soul are controlled by Him...and often bound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this moment struck me deeply....my first impulse was to kneel..but He held me upright...honestly i had tears in my eyes...beautiful happy tears..standing there in His arms i felt as if i were holding the center of my universe in the palm of my hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are hundreds if not thousands of wonderful moments that have passed between Master and i...so why is this one so strong?.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3837010690081348700-5907390426955558912?l=hismountaingirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hismountaingirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5907390426955558912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hismountaingirl.blogspot.com/2011/12/and-i-held-my-world-in-my-hands.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3837010690081348700/posts/default/5907390426955558912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3837010690081348700/posts/default/5907390426955558912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hismountaingirl.blogspot.com/2011/12/and-i-held-my-world-in-my-hands.html' title='And i held my world in my hands...'/><author><name>mountain girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06222347911449830954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3837010690081348700.post-6179894987152079705</id><published>2011-11-13T19:03:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-13T19:19:44.554-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hurry up and wait...</title><content type='html'>i am anxiously waiting for our session this week Sir...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the need for Your touch is excruciating..and delicious..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my skin tingles at the thought of Your teeth softly biting me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my cheeks blush a warm deep pink as i imagine bending over in front of You,my Master...offering myself for Your enjoyment...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;spanking,fucking,using me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am Your slave/slut&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3837010690081348700-6179894987152079705?l=hismountaingirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hismountaingirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6179894987152079705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hismountaingirl.blogspot.com/2011/11/hurry-up-and-wait.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3837010690081348700/posts/default/6179894987152079705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3837010690081348700/posts/default/6179894987152079705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hismountaingirl.blogspot.com/2011/11/hurry-up-and-wait.html' title='Hurry up and wait...'/><author><name>mountain girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06222347911449830954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3837010690081348700.post-7934167969204240400</id><published>2011-10-30T18:33:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-30T19:47:57.967-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Joy</title><content type='html'>His first touch..His face so close to mine..lips almost touching as His strong hands lightly trace over all that belongs to Him..little bites here and there...squeezing my breasts..mmmmm&lt;br /&gt;no matter how long its been between uses this intimate moment heals all and solidifies our places in this journey...He is my Master and again under His hand i am free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He guided me to the bedroom.. as i stood before Him..His mouth gently biting my breasts i began to slip away..slowly losing ground as sensation washed over me.He pulled me down to my knees and blindfolded me..reaching between my legs His touch immediately made me cum several times..He cuffed my wrists and helped me up and over His lap..His left hand holding me firmly in place while with His other hand he paddled both cheeks soundly(still smarts..lol)next He inserted a rubber plug and more waves of intensity and soul wrenching orgasms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He helped me up and bent me over the end of the bed..mmm yes the flogger..so awesome.&lt;br /&gt;He leaned in and spoke in my ear.."get up on the bed slut..on your back..head over the end"...Yes Sir..my heart was racing as i quickly complied(last time i was in this position i loved it!)He secured my wrists and began....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are many times in session with Master that take my breath away and send me spinning thru space...and this is definitely on of them..strapped to the bed upside down..my face covered and surrounded by His naked,masculine,clean scent completely powerless to do anything but gently lick and kiss His manhood while He used my body..spanking tender places with the crop or flogger....He alternated strikes of the crop and running the braided shaft over my clit...back and forth..pain/pleasure/pain/pleasure......totally intoxicated by scent and sensation.....completely content to serve Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He brought me back to Him where i found myself kneeling between His legs blissfully swallowing every drop of Masters sweet cream.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3837010690081348700-7934167969204240400?l=hismountaingirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3837010690081348700.post-4268925553846656045</id><published>2011-10-12T14:58:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-23T19:18:10.038-04:00</updated><title type='text'>i love all that He does..</title><content type='html'>Cuffing my wrists ..anchors me to Him,no matter what happens next..i am safe and free in His hands...enjoying His bites or soft caress,my skin alive under His fingertips...often i have to hold onto His shoulders to keep my balance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blindfolded.....calming,sexy..being guided by his strong hands..His touch so patient and deliberate deftly beginning my journey to space with His talented hands...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spanked...sometimes the crop..others his belt..or on more rare occasions one of the paddles.....but always..always wonderful..how can that be?..when obviously it hurts..leather loudly smacking bare skin turning it warm shades of pink...my bottom swaying back and forth searching for the next kiss of leather.and if iam very lucky this is followed by the flogger...solid smacks on my bottom or shoulders..instantly relaxing ...i did not know i would need this so much..not just to be  flogged but of course flogged by my Master..as with all His use of me...it satisfies my soul.Recently He stood me up and flogged me ..hands over my head,but not bound in any way..i wondered as it began if i would be able to remain standing unassisted? and if i could would i be able to slip easily into sub space or would i remain grounded to maintain my balance.....as it turned out a little of both...then he touched my shoulder..i thought He wanted me to kneel..no just bend over...and i was thrilled to taste a droplet of His pre cum as He filled my mouth with His cock..i was sooo into the silky sensation of His cock in my mouth i forgot He still had the flogger in His hand....mmmmm i have always loved  being spanked/flogged while sucking Him..its like a complete circle of sensation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being bound....in any form is heaven for me..as He uses my body for His amusement..maybe the edge of His knife..or the prickly little wheel..or torturing my breasts deliciously ,placing or removing various clamps in sensitive places..chain encircling me or filling me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point i am soo gone..i can hear Him and of course feel His touch.. He knows how far out there i am and the next sensation is the sexy scratchy Vampire Gloves..and Him straddling my face..His clean scent all around me filling my mind and soul..beautiful colors swirling behind my blindfold..as His use..pleasure laced with pain explode as He fills me to overflowing..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3837010690081348700-4268925553846656045?l=hismountaingirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hismountaingirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4268925553846656045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hismountaingirl.blogspot.com/2011/10/i-love-all-that-he-does.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3837010690081348700/posts/default/4268925553846656045'/><link rel='self' 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0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 160px; height: 160px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pvQxkWzuCdo/ToPGOPom5-I/AAAAAAAAATA/JKnDJpqmcVg/s200/096_160.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657583504924796898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually it is further development for His slave..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chain is nothing new..if you have read any of my earlier posts you know i absolutely love it when i hear chain being brought out...and this last week i thought thats what was going to happen ...uh..wrong..after warming my bottom and back with the flogger and laying me spread eagle on the bed..i heard the cold slither of chain and i waited to be wrapped in it ...or filled with it..lol..but instead He secured it to the top of the bed and clipped my wrists to the middle part over my head...very nice..THEN He brought my ankles up and secured them to the chain on each side ...oh my?!&lt;br /&gt;That left everything wide open to Him....flogger..the crop..the wheel..the backside of His knife...all leaving warm deep pink marks on tender areas.He is very very good at sensation play...and i floated far far into space..i could hear Him moving...softly talking to me..encouraging,soothing..&lt;br /&gt;Finally He settles between my outstretched legs and unhooking them..rests my feet on His shoulders....slowly filling me..the colors of space becoming golden and even more beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upside down..laying on my bed upside down..my head hanging over the edge..of course wrists and ankles were cuffed securly to the four corners of the bed..He had blindfolded and ballgagged me.....i wasnt sure what to expect next..and was pleasantly surprised when He stood over my face straddling it..He didnt sit on my face ..simply placed His body so that His nakedness was covering my face....i was surrounded with His clean male scent..it was intoxicating..and as i began to get lost in His essence He continued His use of my body..making me cum over and over again...i absolutely adored this..He then removed the ballgag and filled my mouth with His cock...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am a very lucky little slave ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3837010690081348700-6843734094306189575?l=hismountaingirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hismountaingirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6843734094306189575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hismountaingirl.blogspot.com/2011/09/new-stuffsort-of.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3837010690081348700/posts/default/6843734094306189575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3837010690081348700/posts/default/6843734094306189575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hismountaingirl.blogspot.com/2011/09/new-stuffsort-of.html' title='New Stuff....sort of'/><author><name>mountain girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06222347911449830954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pvQxkWzuCdo/ToPGOPom5-I/AAAAAAAAATA/JKnDJpqmcVg/s72-c/096_160.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3837010690081348700.post-9095086655103608450</id><published>2011-09-26T20:41:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-26T21:02:35.725-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Naked</title><content type='html'>There is no hiding...not that i really want to..but the other day i was thinking about all of the changes since we began this journey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The way Master has guided His slave , and refined His use..the way i prepare for Him is the same now as it was then...except for the lingerie....early on He requested less satin and lace and more bare skin..pretty soon i was greeting Him in a pair of heels and a smile.Yeah He still every once in awhile likes to see me dressed up but mostly just skin....smooth,soft,lightly scented skin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The way i feel about being naked has changed however...i used to enjoy buying and wearing lacey things....partly for the colors and styles but also for the little bit of covering they afforded me..like some others i am and have always been on the curvy side..so hiding behind a bit of lace helped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was difficult at first to be that naked...every inch of me visable to Him and to be honest i struggled with it ...more than once i wanted to beg Him to change His requirement...but i didnt and finally began to feel better about it..Honestly it helped when i thought of it like this...if Master wants to see and have access to every inch of my body that is His right..i am His slave ( and He obviously is not offended by what He sees...lol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once i got my mind right..i found it very liberating...it is another way of being pleasing to Him...now it feels normal to be naked when he arrives...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3837010690081348700-9095086655103608450?l=hismountaingirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hismountaingirl.blogspot.com/feeds/9095086655103608450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hismountaingirl.blogspot.com/2011/09/naked.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3837010690081348700/posts/default/9095086655103608450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3837010690081348700/posts/default/9095086655103608450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hismountaingirl.blogspot.com/2011/09/naked.html' title='Naked'/><author><name>mountain girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06222347911449830954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3837010690081348700.post-5816969763725368996</id><published>2011-09-11T18:53:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-11T20:07:02.093-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Deeper...</title><content type='html'>i thought sub space was pretty amazing when we first began a little over a year ago...but it has developed into an amazing place my Master has designed for us.The level of trust and safety has grown exponentially since we began this journey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few weeks ago i realized just how far gone i can be...Of course He has known of this development..he keeps a very close eye on me and knows where i am at all times....But anyway after we were a ways into the session and Master had warmed my bottom with His belt and the flogger He laid me on the bed and played with the back edge of His knife up and down my legs...and on the bottoms of my feet..also tracing warm red lines on my most tender areas..bathing my soul in beautiful colorful orgasms...after which He helped me to my feet and i had trouble standing..it took a minute of Master holding me steady to shake off the dizziness before i could continue...lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its natural of course..the connection between Master and i growing deeper and more intense,nice..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just this last week Master sat at my dining room table sipping His coffee..with me spread open before Him...He relaxed and took His time toying with me..i honestly couldnt tell you how long i was there..only that i was far far away...body and soul dancing to His rhythm as wave after wave of pain/pleasure washed over me..and again as Master helped me up it took a minute before i could stand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And only minutes later in the bedroom i was surrounded by colors again as he bent me over the end of the bed and after playing with my ass He flogged my back and bottom..which made me very relaxed and pliable..and right on the edge of cumming again..which i did when he drizzled hot wax on my freshly flogged back.....i lost it..cum trickling down my legs i felt as if i were floating..barely aware of the mess i was making.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gently repositioned,not skipping a beat He continued his use of me..squeezing my breasts firmly and biting my nipples..wow,even laying flat i felt dizzy as He did that..i loved it.Then filling me with His hand and then His cock...slowly,sweetly filling me up..taking all that is His as He spoke softly in my ear reminding me who i belong to..and what my sole purpose is..His pleasure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is not possible to accurately convey the intensity of our sessions with the written word.An atmosphere that is wonderfully relaxed and free as well as electrically charged with power and passion.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3837010690081348700-5816969763725368996?l=hismountaingirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hismountaingirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5816969763725368996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hismountaingirl.blogspot.com/2011/09/deeper.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3837010690081348700/posts/default/5816969763725368996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3837010690081348700/posts/default/5816969763725368996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hismountaingirl.blogspot.com/2011/09/deeper.html' title='Deeper...'/><author><name>mountain girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06222347911449830954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3837010690081348700.post-2754314524141336133</id><published>2011-09-03T20:21:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-03T20:30:14.238-04:00</updated><title type='text'>We are back...</title><content type='html'>i apologize for the sudden disappearance of our blog a few weeks ago....it was necessary for awhile...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To catch you all up...Master and i are fine and still enjoying this journey together..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have missed sharing with you... &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3837010690081348700-2754314524141336133?l=hismountaingirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hismountaingirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2754314524141336133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hismountaingirl.blogspot.com/2011/09/we-are-back.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3837010690081348700/posts/default/2754314524141336133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3837010690081348700/posts/default/2754314524141336133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hismountaingirl.blogspot.com/2011/09/we-are-back.html' title='We are back...'/><author><name>mountain girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06222347911449830954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3837010690081348700.post-5472465292548580203</id><published>2011-07-16T22:23:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-17T20:07:43.145-04:00</updated><title type='text'>running behind...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1vfpGxnWnWc/TiN5Iy28bHI/AAAAAAAAASw/YDC0lk1o16Q/s1600/downsized_0909001045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1vfpGxnWnWc/TiN5Iy28bHI/AAAAAAAAASw/YDC0lk1o16Q/s200/downsized_0909001045.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630477151141391474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course i can only speak for myself....but there is a part of me..the slave/slut part..lol. that sometimes wants to be just used..it feels very raw and desperate at times..a slaves fantasy of her Master's lust and need...rough/hurried satisfaction for Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no warm up for His slut..just use.After all she is His property..her body belongs to Him to do with as He pleases..and in a flurry of bites and slaps he fucks and uses His slave..His property..taking His pleasure..leaving His seed in whichever hole he wants.and with a tender kiss at the door He leaves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just one more fantasy of mine that Master has brought to life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3837010690081348700-5472465292548580203?l=hismountaingirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hismountaingirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5472465292548580203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hismountaingirl.blogspot.com/2011/07/running-behind.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3837010690081348700/posts/default/5472465292548580203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3837010690081348700/posts/default/5472465292548580203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hismountaingirl.blogspot.com/2011/07/running-behind.html' title='running behind...'/><author><name>mountain girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06222347911449830954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1vfpGxnWnWc/TiN5Iy28bHI/AAAAAAAAASw/YDC0lk1o16Q/s72-c/downsized_0909001045.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3837010690081348700.post-5922024896229080475</id><published>2011-07-10T17:58:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-10T19:00:34.327-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Chain reaction...</title><content type='html'>He sat in His chair and pulled me in close..covering my breast with His very talented mouth....slowly increasing the pressure until the level of pain/pleasure began to sing in my mind...and the first of many orgasm's began to build.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still biting.. He pulled my foot into His lap..giving Him convienient access to play...toying with my clit and filling me with His fingers...expertly timing my orgasms ...the pain of His bite dancing with the pleasure of His fingers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He released me and stood...dropping His pants..i was allowed to suck His cock....sooo intoxicating..His scent,clean and masculine.my tongue tasting sweet droplets of pre cum....i get lost in this space..i feel as though i never want it to end....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He stopped just long enough to let me remove His shoes and socks..i was floaty so not too sure what order..my wrists were cuffed...i was blindfolded..nipples clamped&lt;br /&gt;What i do remember vividly is being bent over the end of the bed and Master fucking me from behind...His hands on my hips..  i cannot be still...i try, but as soon as He enters me a chain reaction happens...a warmth radiates throughout..as a nonstop orgasm builds and crashes over and over ..my body clenching ,flexing..wordlessly begging for His cream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He stopped... leaving me there..bent over..breathless..slowly He inserted the anal hook..its been awhile so i gasped..He secured it with a length of chain wrapped around my neck and locked around my waist...the next sensation was the sexy scratchy Vampire gloves..up and down my legs ,thighs,ass,shoulders and back..it's wonderful...powerful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He finally turned me around and laid me on the bed...The chain was a little snug around my neck..making me very aware of being bound by Him..cold unyeilding chain holding the hook deep inside of  me..i could feel Him between my legs...just barely touching my clit with the tip of His cock..back and forth..sliding in the velvet slickness...i couldnt stop cumming..He put the gloves back on and placed a hand on each breast...slowly squeezing...the combination of the pain in my breasts with the sublime pleasure of being filled by Him sent me swirling through bright beautiful colors...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking softly He brought me back to Him...gently releasing the chain He helped me off the bed and to my place... kneeling between His legs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3837010690081348700-5922024896229080475?l=hismountaingirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hismountaingirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5922024896229080475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hismountaingirl.blogspot.com/2011/07/chain-reaction.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3837010690081348700/posts/default/5922024896229080475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3837010690081348700/posts/default/5922024896229080475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hismountaingirl.blogspot.com/2011/07/chain-reaction.html' title='Chain reaction...'/><author><name>mountain girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06222347911449830954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3837010690081348700.post-1147087744029685689</id><published>2011-07-07T08:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-07T08:45:43.799-04:00</updated><title type='text'>new post coming soon</title><content type='html'>Recently iam having internet challenges..lol..and have a couple of posts in draft.just havent been able to post them. But will do so this week end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3837010690081348700-1147087744029685689?l=hismountaingirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hismountaingirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1147087744029685689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hismountaingirl.blogspot.com/2011/07/new-post-coming-soon.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3837010690081348700/posts/default/1147087744029685689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3837010690081348700/posts/default/1147087744029685689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hismountaingirl.blogspot.com/2011/07/new-post-coming-soon.html' title='new post coming soon'/><author><name>mountain girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06222347911449830954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3837010690081348700.post-2714547733839627461</id><published>2011-07-01T10:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-01T11:14:19.479-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The long journey</title><content type='html'>Like any journey there are places along the way that are harder than anyone knew, as with this journey that MY slut has been on and continues, as everyone knows the pressures of daily life sometime get in the way and these cum to affect the journey, as MY slut discovered a few weeks back. With some help and understanding, along with the key, dialog, MY slut came through this rough patch, and is now again on the right path, which is the one I am taking her on. Everyone should know of her erotic beauty and overwhelming need to serve now, to be used by ME now, this continues, as she take and learn more. I have developed and made her body, mind and soul what I require to use and serve ME, her little sensual and sexual touches now are noticed and enjoyed, she goes out of her way to prepare for MY use and her service to ME, and I notice them all. her body as becum the place I welcum and enjoy, the sight of her waiting for ME, knowing that she trembles waiting to ME and MY eyes, MY first touch, MY bite and tasting of her, and most of all to be in her place to be used and serve ME. she has developed into a wonderful and very responsive pain slut, wanting only more, because she knows that is what I enjoy and that is what makes her happy now. Every time I use her and depart, I start thinking about when, where and how I will use her again, the time between is too long sometimes to wait due to the erotic pain slut she is and continues to be for ME. Her journey continues! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3837010690081348700-2714547733839627461?l=hismountaingirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hismountaingirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2714547733839627461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hismountaingirl.blogspot.com/2011/07/long-journey.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3837010690081348700/posts/default/2714547733839627461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3837010690081348700/posts/default/2714547733839627461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hismountaingirl.blogspot.com/2011/07/long-journey.html' title='The long journey'/><author><name>mountain girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06222347911449830954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3837010690081348700.post-5765658133597758923</id><published>2011-06-20T17:11:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-20T18:33:49.627-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Better than ever..</title><content type='html'>Growth..whether personal growth as an individual or mutual growth in a relationship is vital...not always easy or painless but vital nonetheless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Master had me begin this blog over a year ago to help with that growth...sharing my thoughts,feelings and experiences has helped me sort through alot as things popped up...and just plain sharing the things we do together has been fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a couple of weeks it will be a year since He collared me...under His guidance i have lived many many fantasies...floated to countless spaces..and found what i had been searching for my entire life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few weeks ago i shared a little bit of the turmoil we were going through..i won't go into that subject here and now...but i do want to say that i learned a few things about He and i....first that as much i extol the virtues of communication..when under stress i clam up tight and battle my demons alone..ultimately lashing out at the one person that would have made a difference...And as dominant and powerful as Master is His patience,compassion and intuitive understanding of what was happening i found very impressive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so with that being said..the first session after our crisis...i anxiously awaited His arrival...my stomach was in knots..i had a lump in my throat..i needed Him to still the frightened little slave inside of me.As soon as He touched me i knew we would be fine,that we had made it and would grow from this experience.With His kiss He possessed me completely..body and soul...tenderly soothing any fears..leading me to the bedroom He filled me with His cock..yes but also with His words ..His intentions.i have never experienced anything like that before..having a conversation of sorts while being taken by my Master...having Him pull me on top of Him as He tweaked my nipples...listening to His gentle voice as i came over and over again..finally as he brought me back to Him i realized my face was covered in tears(and ruined mascara)from sheer emotion and happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the next week He asked if there was anything i would like to experience(he does this quite often)awhile back i bought the red strap and hadn't really gotten a good taste of it yet ...so our next session He spanked me with it and his belt (mmm)topping the spanking off with a few swats with the Vampire Gloves(makes me wet just thinking about it)....yeah i know it sounds extreme and painful but it sends me to a beautiful/warm/safe place.Master laid me back on the bed and continued His use of me..filling me with His hand..waves after wave of pleasure washing over me..my body continuing to cum even after he stopped..He sat very close to me lightly stroking my skin as i calmed and returned from sub space...talking softly He helped me to my knees gifting His slave with His cream...still at His feet He removed my blindfold(one of the last things He does to ease my return to real time)He gave me a sip of juice and carefully watched until i was moving around on my own.....lol i looked down and had to giggle....there on the sheet..was a perfect print of my ass..in tiny little blood drops!...from the couple of swats with the Vampire Gloves...there was no more blood anywhere else..just that one perfect print.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From soft and sensitive to passionately pushing boundaries i never know what He has in mind...what each session will be like..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This last session was a perfect example..He had said to be naked in heels...and usually that means i am allowed to wear a robe till He gets there.So when he arrived i was standing at the top of the stairs in a robe and heels...as He entered the room i untied my robe and slipped it off my shoulders but before i had it off completely He was whisking me into the bedroom..tossing the robe aside He spun me around and pushed me back on the bed..quickly blindfolded and wrists cuffed i was secured to the top corners of my bed....breathless..i could hear Him dragging my vanity bench to the end of the bed..now He was taking His time..sitting between my open legs He put each high heeled foot on His shoulders and slowly buckled my red leather cuffs around each ankle.Taking His time toying with me..with and without the scratchy,sexy,sharp Vampire Gloves..running his fingertips up and down my legs..across my tummy..breasts..carefully placed pinches on very tender folds of flesh..i was dizzy with sensation and soaking wet....He took me to the next level by filling my ass with what i thought was the jelly dildo...until He turned it on and held it there for a few minutes..the vibrations shaking me to the core..when i thought i could finally relax He turned the wand on my clit..Oh my gawd!..He continued his assault filling me with His hand...i thought i might faint a couple of times..i was swirling far far away..just to have him bring me back to the moment..plumping and squeezing my breast then biting my nipple yet again making me swoon with pain/pleasure...and each time i would float too far away He would pull me back to Him...orgasm after orgasm..i could feel juices flow out of my body..i could hear His breathing change as he enjoyed all that he was doing.He moved between my legs and filled me with His cock...face to face now..our lips barely touching...his words taking us over the edge on waves of power and passion.....i am His..this is my place..what i am for.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3837010690081348700-5765658133597758923?l=hismountaingirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hismountaingirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5765658133597758923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hismountaingirl.blogspot.com/2011/06/better-than-ever.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3837010690081348700/posts/default/5765658133597758923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3837010690081348700/posts/default/5765658133597758923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hismountaingirl.blogspot.com/2011/06/better-than-ever.html' title='Better than ever..'/><author><name>mountain girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06222347911449830954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3837010690081348700.post-2188333944187362560</id><published>2011-06-19T18:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-19T19:19:58.093-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Some of the things this slave loves..</title><content type='html'>Kneeling between His knees...i feel centered,safe and peaceful...........When He puts my leather cuffs on me..sometimes slow and sensuous other times quick and hard...always sexy..........Wearing my Blindfold...without my sense of sight all other senses are heightened..the slightest touch of His hand can make me cum..........the feel of the back edge of His knife..tracing long hot lines up and down my ass cheeks and legs..or teasing my breasts..........being filled by Him..probably the most intense feeling of His power over me..almost instantly I begin cumming..and dont stop until He brings me out of it..........Being used by Him..it doesnt matter how or with which implement...it always makes me happy..........Sucking His cock..i love His scent,i love how He tastes and feels in my mouth..sometimes He smacks my ass with the crop as He cums down my throat..absolute bliss..........When He uses the Vampire gloves.. Either lightly ran over my skin or spanked with them..its all very hot!..last session He carefully pinched my nipples..i loved it..........Being Blindfolded and slapped across the face..He doesnt do this very often so when it happens it is a surprise...i feel very warm and safe..very grounded and secure.........These are just a few things that bring joy and happiness.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3837010690081348700-2188333944187362560?l=hismountaingirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hismountaingirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2188333944187362560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hismountaingirl.blogspot.com/2011/06/some-of-things-this-slave-loves.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3837010690081348700/posts/default/2188333944187362560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3837010690081348700/posts/default/2188333944187362560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hismountaingirl.blogspot.com/2011/06/some-of-things-this-slave-loves.html' title='Some of the things this slave loves..'/><author><name>mountain girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06222347911449830954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3837010690081348700.post-883424193124708017</id><published>2011-06-05T18:05:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-05T18:22:17.153-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Relationships...worth the work.</title><content type='html'>He is correct..i asked for release...not His idea at all....and it wasnt because I was unhappy with Hiim...quite the opposite..i respect Him..admire Him..definately like Him and truly love Him....it was my insecurities and feelings of isolation that pushed me to tears and thankfully He is a patient man...He gave me a few days to think and then He initiated conversation.my instant reaction was happy tears..He hadnt given up on us..and my stubborn silence had not pushed Him away......Relationships take work..thankfully He is not afraid to roll up His sleeves....thank you all for your thoughts and comments.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3837010690081348700-883424193124708017?l=hismountaingirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hismountaingirl.blogspot.com/feeds/883424193124708017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3837010690081348700.post-4630773945079973708</id><published>2011-05-31T10:25:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-31T10:40:53.015-04:00</updated><title type='text'>??? what the hell ?</title><content type='html'>i am not sure what to do with myself now.even something as simple as shaving...when i belonged to Him i shaved everywhere...everyday... but when i stepped in the shower the other morning and reached for my razor i ended up in tears...just sat under the running water and bawled like a baby.&lt;br /&gt;Ok so if grooming is going to trigger waterworks what else can't i do without a meltdown?....i guess getting back to myself is going to be more painful then i imagined...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some simple goals for this next week..&lt;br /&gt;i want to shower without crying..&lt;br /&gt;i want to put all spanky type toys away..for now.&lt;br /&gt;i want just one night without dreaming of His touch.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3837010690081348700-4630773945079973708?l=hismountaingirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hismountaingirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4630773945079973708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hismountaingirl.blogspot.com/2011/05/what-hell.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3837010690081348700/posts/default/4630773945079973708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3837010690081348700/posts/default/4630773945079973708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hismountaingirl.blogspot.com/2011/05/what-hell.html' title='??? what the hell ?'/><author><name>mountain girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06222347911449830954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3837010690081348700.post-3208611008607277122</id><published>2011-05-30T20:15:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-31T08:08:33.309-04:00</updated><title type='text'>what comes next....</title><content type='html'>i appreciate all of the comments....and i will keep everyone up to date. love you all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3837010690081348700-3208611008607277122?l=hismountaingirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3837010690081348700.post-7371788316165836785</id><published>2011-05-26T20:32:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-26T20:38:06.149-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It's over...</title><content type='html'>Its not what either of us wanted...and the reasons have to be private for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But He is not my Master any more...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i won't be posting anything about Him from now on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to be honest i may not post anything for awhile...i can't make any words come out to explain even to myself what happened...or how it came to this.just suffice it to say i handled it all wrong.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3837010690081348700-7371788316165836785?l=hismountaingirl.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3837010690081348700.post-737747444272009512</id><published>2011-05-14T09:35:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-14T09:44:23.662-04:00</updated><title type='text'>slut</title><content type='html'>Text from Master..&lt;br /&gt;..wear something slutty,with heels,and access to all your holes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm...ok so today was to be a little different then last week..which&lt;br /&gt; was&lt;br /&gt; sensual,powerful....and so beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; This time He wanted His slut...dressed as a slut..something&lt;br /&gt; revealing...whorish....fuckable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; So i wore a tunic...low cut..and of course braless..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Whore heels...black nylons and garters....so that when i moved He could&lt;br /&gt; see&lt;br /&gt; almost everything....and if i bent over even a little he could see ( and&lt;br /&gt; access...)even more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; i get so wound up before He arrives..that when i hear His key in the&lt;br /&gt; door my&lt;br /&gt; heart races..and by the time He gets to the top of the stairs my wetness&lt;br /&gt; is&lt;br /&gt; trickling down my thighs..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; This time He immediately bent me over the table.....running His strong&lt;br /&gt; hands&lt;br /&gt; over my body..a mini inspection if you will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Guiding me to the bedroom...i thought i would be presenting myself to&lt;br /&gt; Him...as usual....mmmm..no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; After a brief once over He spun me around ...and pushed my face down to&lt;br /&gt; the&lt;br /&gt; bed.....leaving my ass in the air...with His foot He scooted my feet&lt;br /&gt; wide&lt;br /&gt; apart..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; closed my eyes....mmmm here it comes...something powerful..Master&lt;br /&gt; taking&lt;br /&gt; His slave then and there...then i felt the whisper of barbed leather&lt;br /&gt; tails..softly slapping at my ass and legs..striking the tender lips of&lt;br /&gt; my&lt;br /&gt; pussy...oh if i could have arched my back just a little more.the flogger&lt;br /&gt; is&lt;br /&gt; so freakin hot..the way it feels when it strikes the skin.He swung the&lt;br /&gt; leather tails between my legs..and then a few strokes on my ass..going&lt;br /&gt; back&lt;br /&gt; and forth for a bit....Then testing the waters so to speak...first with&lt;br /&gt; His&lt;br /&gt; fingers..and then the sound of His belt...that slick sound of leather&lt;br /&gt; pulling from the loops...the clink of His buckle...and me still spread&lt;br /&gt; wide..head down..wanting all that He chose to give me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Several strikes of His belt...my ass swaying back and forth meeting the&lt;br /&gt; leather half way...His hands..petting,soothing the inflamed&lt;br /&gt; skin...touching&lt;br /&gt; the swollen .. slick folds...(what goes on in my mind here never escapes&lt;br /&gt; my&lt;br /&gt; lips...)just sighs and moans ...next Master is naked...filling my body&lt;br /&gt; and&lt;br /&gt; soul...after what felt like forever He pulls away from me..and i&lt;br /&gt; whimpered...oh don't take it away..please.But this man knows what i&lt;br /&gt; need..and soon i was turned around and my mouth was&lt;br /&gt; filled...kissing,licking,sucking our juices from Master's glorious cock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Standing me back up..He pushed me back over the end of the&lt;br /&gt; bed.....fucking&lt;br /&gt; me....this time the edge of His knife scoring hot red lines down each&lt;br /&gt; ass&lt;br /&gt; cheek...and with each searing line....i came..over and over again&lt;br /&gt; ...positively dizzying...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; i found myself turned around and laid back on the bed...my blindfold was&lt;br /&gt; being buckled..(had i drifted away Sir?)...His hands soothing...His&lt;br /&gt; breathing seemed to echo in my mind..my hands were tied above my&lt;br /&gt; head...(when did You put the cuffs on me Sir?)....Master knelt next to&lt;br /&gt; me..touching,petting my face and neck...mmm then "Slap" on one&lt;br /&gt; cheek...oh my&lt;br /&gt; ...yes!...several more slaps...i sank deep into my slave&lt;br /&gt; skin...mmmm..more..i always love this..so safe in His hands.....my&lt;br /&gt; ankles&lt;br /&gt; were tied...yet i was still in my slut outfit...He pulled my breasts&lt;br /&gt; free of&lt;br /&gt; my blouse and clamped them....Master between my legs...His body pressing&lt;br /&gt; down on mine...His cock pushing inside of me....fingertips digging into&lt;br /&gt; my&lt;br /&gt; arms..Master's mouth breathing what i am  and what He will do with me&lt;br /&gt; into&lt;br /&gt; my ear.....all the while i kept cumming...i could not stop...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; i was very far away for a bit....beautiful colors swirled...dancing with&lt;br /&gt; sensations gifted to me by my master.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; i remember floating into a clear space..cool..more focused.Master had&lt;br /&gt; filled&lt;br /&gt; me with the vibrator...then clamps on my pussy&lt;br /&gt; lips....owww!...mmmmm...take&lt;br /&gt; them off...no wait leave them on...oooo add a couple more....no wait&lt;br /&gt; please.....(you see how far gone i can get?)...Master had put on a latex&lt;br /&gt; glove.....teasing my pussy...a little in ...and teasing my&lt;br /&gt; clit...filling&lt;br /&gt; me...reaching that spot that feels wonderful and burns at the same&lt;br /&gt; time....my juices flowing..teasing more ...filling again......oh my..i&lt;br /&gt; almost screamed...'Oh please Master..fill me ..fuck me !!!!"...but no&lt;br /&gt; words&lt;br /&gt; would cum...just incoherent guttural sounds of a slave cumming....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; How long was i there?...i don't know..i found myself between His&lt;br /&gt; knees...worshiping,swooning...soon the blessed leather of the crop&lt;br /&gt; kissed my&lt;br /&gt; skin.....and  sweet nectar filled my mouth...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3837010690081348700-737747444272009512?l=hismountaingirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hismountaingirl.blogspot.com/feeds/737747444272009512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hismountaingirl.blogspot.com/2011/05/slut.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3837010690081348700/posts/default/737747444272009512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3837010690081348700/posts/default/737747444272009512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hismountaingirl.blogspot.com/2011/05/slut.html' title='slut'/><author><name>mountain girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06222347911449830954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3837010690081348700.post-2120627737515012683</id><published>2011-05-02T09:08:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-02T09:14:00.708-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Layers of pain/pleasure</title><content type='html'>There is no way to tell how it's going to happen....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For all my preparations..the session progressed when He arrived and took total control of time and space and sensation.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Immedietely he took possession of my body....breasts,thighs,ass....fuck the Hi how are ya's....nope..This is mine...and this..and this too....all mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As His mouth claimed every inch of my breast's and nipples......His hands claiming my ass and thighs...i swiftly went sailing into space...you can't really blame me....it seemed just seconds into our session...i was on sensory overload..i did try to hang in there....really i did...but you try maintaining a sober facade while He bites and chews and kisses His way around your nipples....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He led me to the bedroom..His glass of wine in hand.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i stood between His legs...naked ..no heels,,no nightie......just me..His slave properly bathed,shaved,lightly perfumed....ready..(or so i thought)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More bites and kisses....i could feel my juices begin to trickle...then He adds clamps,several of them to each breast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He cuffed and blindfolded me...taking His time and playing with me between buckles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Standing in the middle of the room i heard chain.....and soon i was wrapped in it...delicious,cold chain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this space i was experiencing different levels and flavors of pain....my breasts seemed full of pain..then He removed the clamps...the pain changed colors..He lightly swatted them with the crop..again the pain changed..it was getting warmer..deeper..sweeter.Hot wax was next...it was perfect...He slowly and deliberately scraped the wax  off with His knife.....again different colors swirled around me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next He bent me over the bed and filled me..carrying me farther and farther away..this part is beautifully blurry...i remember His voice and His hands...He wore the Vampire gloves.. lightly squeezing my sore swollen breasts...so wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teasing me with a taste of Him....Master easing back and pulling me onto Him..filling me...He asked "where are you slut?"....mmm i am in Your space Sir...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06222347911449830954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3837010690081348700.post-7780635273784864610</id><published>2011-04-24T12:31:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-24T12:51:16.439-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Master's two sluts</title><content type='html'>Last week we had planned a group session..Master and His two sluts..it was&lt;br /&gt; to begin at noon.."s" is often a little late but i figured it would work&lt;br /&gt; out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Master's only requirement this time was black heels...so i dug around in my&lt;br /&gt; closet and found the highest,sexiest pair i owned...if He wanted His slave&lt;br /&gt; in black heels then that is what He would get.After my shower i dressed in a&lt;br /&gt; black and white lace tunic (mid thigh) high heels and a tiny bit of&lt;br /&gt; lipstick....thats it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; i finished getting ready early with about an hour to spare..so i puttered&lt;br /&gt; around..lighting candles,uncorked the wine,making sure Master had everything&lt;br /&gt; He could possibly want right at His fingertips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; i stopped to check my hair in the mirror and put on a little bit of lipgloss&lt;br /&gt; and out of the corner of my eye i saw Master's car pull in..damn! he was&lt;br /&gt; over 20 minutes early.i quickly poured His wine as he came through the&lt;br /&gt; door.He had that twinkle in His eye...that intense I know what I want and&lt;br /&gt; will have it now look.....with a slight smile He said"get up on the table&lt;br /&gt; slut"....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; He has done this before....used me on my own dining room table..There is&lt;br /&gt; something deliciously humiliating about it..there is no hiding from His&lt;br /&gt; examination...i feel every bit His property at that moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; i sat up on the table as instructed...Master sat on a chair right between my&lt;br /&gt; legs...toying with me...lightly touching  smooth soft skin&lt;br /&gt; ..pinching,tweaking,sweetly torturing the sensitive folds of skin...He took&lt;br /&gt; a sip of His wine.. and with His fingers pushed the protective hood back&lt;br /&gt; from my clit..He leaned forward and with His oh so talented mouth swished&lt;br /&gt; the cold wine over my clit...sending waves of excruciating pleasure over my&lt;br /&gt; body..then He would lean back and watch as the orgasm continued and juices&lt;br /&gt; began to puddle on my table.Next he took out His knife and ran the backside&lt;br /&gt; of it all over....up and down the inside of my legs..delicious.all along the&lt;br /&gt; sensitive folds of my girl parts....and then back to bathing my clit in cold&lt;br /&gt; wine...He took His time....leisurely playing with his slave ..coaxing orgasm&lt;br /&gt; after orgasm from my body..eventually sitting me up and pulling my dress&lt;br /&gt; over my head..now He had better access to my breasts..mesmerized i watched&lt;br /&gt; as He made pretty pink marks from the underside of my breasts to the nipples&lt;br /&gt; with the edge of His knife...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; He helped me to my feet and led me to the bedroom.. It was still just the&lt;br /&gt; two of us as "s" had not arrived yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; He laid me on the bed..putting on my cuffs and securing me to the top&lt;br /&gt; corners of the bed...He filled me with the dildo as He was buckling my ankle&lt;br /&gt; cuffs and turned it on..as my body would clench and try to push it out He&lt;br /&gt;would just put it back in...He blindfolded me and went right back to playing&lt;br /&gt; with the vibrating dong...at this moment i was just about to cum...again and&lt;br /&gt; i heard "s" coming through the front door..Master left me to greet her and&lt;br /&gt; as they come back into the room  iwas in the middle of a huge vibrating&lt;br /&gt; orgasm..He took the dong away and the next thing i felt was her sweet mouth&lt;br /&gt; on my clit...she was pulled away and i could hear them..soft sighs from her&lt;br /&gt; as Master kissed and coaxed her body to His bidding as well.she was stripped&lt;br /&gt; and then Master unfastened me and helped me up...He asked her if she had&lt;br /&gt; brought her cuffs and she had to admit that she didnt...she had forgotten&lt;br /&gt; them....being the helpful slave..i volunteered mine.So He removed my wrist&lt;br /&gt; cuffs and put them on her..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; He laid her on the bed ..secured her to the corners  and i found myself&lt;br /&gt; kneeling between her legs...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Now i have to say here that when Master has the two of us in this&lt;br /&gt; position..it is like being a part of a beautiful symphony...He plays us both&lt;br /&gt; together and apart..i hear what He does to her and i feel what is done to&lt;br /&gt; me...and for her it is the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; So....kneeling between her legs He pushed my face down and i was allowed to&lt;br /&gt; taste and play with her..at the same time He brought out the Vampire&lt;br /&gt; Gloves.....mmmm i love this toy and the question i asked last week was&lt;br /&gt; answered within minutes...with a light but effective smack on each ass&lt;br /&gt; cheek.He played with her for a minute and then inserted the anal hook into&lt;br /&gt; me..........And here it starts getting fuzzy...  Master inside of me...moving the&lt;br /&gt; hook....as He gently rocks us back and forth..i begin cumming non stop...more glove ...another couple swats with gloves..i can&lt;br /&gt; here her moaning..i am tasting her.. kissing Him...He bites my tongue as she&lt;br /&gt; cums for Him........it was sooo incredible and intense....my next clear thought is i&lt;br /&gt; am kneeling upright at the end of the bed His hand is on me and cum seems to be pouring out of&lt;br /&gt; me..He straddles her ..facing me and pushes my head down filling my mouth... i am allowed to worship His cock...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3837010690081348700-7780635273784864610?l=hismountaingirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hismountaingirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7780635273784864610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hismountaingirl.blogspot.com/2011/04/masters-two-sluts.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3837010690081348700/posts/default/7780635273784864610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3837010690081348700/posts/default/7780635273784864610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hismountaingirl.blogspot.com/2011/04/masters-two-sluts.html' title='Master&apos;s two sluts'/><author><name>mountain girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06222347911449830954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3837010690081348700.post-7756919648682227495</id><published>2011-04-17T18:17:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-17T18:22:59.884-04:00</updated><title type='text'>"hooked "</title><content type='html'>This next new toy is something i gave seen in movies and pics for a couple of years now...and i always wondered how it would feel...Thankfully Master has a wonderful sense of adventure and agreed to let me get it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; It is an Anal Hook...it is stainless steel and quite hefty feeling in your hand....on the end of the hook is a steel ball about 1 1/2 inch across (although it feels much bigger)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; This last week Master used it on me...it was very intense. Not just the feeling of it being inserted...but as it moves it stirs all sorts of feelings down there....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He secured the top to chain He had wrapped around my neck..that took my breath away a little...and then as he was playing with me He would move it..kinda rocked it back and forth......i loved it...although it may take a little getting used to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; i saw a movie once...where a slave had an anal hook and her Master was moving it around while he took her doggy style......mmm ..i have butterflies..&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3837010690081348700-7756919648682227495?l=hismountaingirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hismountaingirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7756919648682227495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hismountaingirl.blogspot.com/2011/04/hooked.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3837010690081348700/posts/default/7756919648682227495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3837010690081348700/posts/default/7756919648682227495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hismountaingirl.blogspot.com/2011/04/hooked.html' title='&quot;hooked &quot;'/><author><name>mountain girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06222347911449830954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3837010690081348700.post-153883022966064799</id><published>2011-04-17T18:11:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-17T18:17:26.533-04:00</updated><title type='text'>His new toy...</title><content type='html'>Master has a couple of new toys....the first one is a pair of Vampire Gloves..black buttery soft leather..with close to a hundred sharp little points on each one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They look very intimidating..and very sexy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; When He tried them  this last week the sensation was more than i ever imagined...i mean we have a stainless steel prickly wheel and i have always loved that..but this is something else.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; When Master touches me with His bare hands it is powerful..now add a couple hundred sharp little points to that powerful caress...Oww and Wow..lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; He squeezed my breasts..i loved it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; He squeezed my ass and thighs..heaven&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; He pinched my nipple between His thumb and forefinger..my juices trickled down my legs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; No matter where He put His hands..he left a trail of white hot pleasure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; He will be back in a few days..and has promised to play more with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Hmmm..i wonder if He can spank with them?.....lightly of course........*sigh*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3837010690081348700-153883022966064799?l=hismountaingirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hismountaingirl.blogspot.com/feeds/153883022966064799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hismountaingirl.blogspot.com/2011/04/his-new-toy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3837010690081348700/posts/default/153883022966064799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3837010690081348700/posts/default/153883022966064799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hismountaingirl.blogspot.com/2011/04/his-new-toy.html' title='His new toy...'/><author><name>mountain girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06222347911449830954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3837010690081348700.post-3773203661771229021</id><published>2011-04-14T19:34:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-14T21:37:21.110-04:00</updated><title type='text'>a slaves thoughtless bahavior..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6JYyRDQ1hro/Taebd6YhcaI/AAAAAAAAAR0/12zbB-sNuTk/s1600/081_160.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 160px; height: 160px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6JYyRDQ1hro/Taebd6YhcaI/AAAAAAAAAR0/12zbB-sNuTk/s200/081_160.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595612000221753762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It had been a very long,terrible couple of weeks without being used by Master and on top of that i had some not too good news about my health and totally lost my place for a few days...it was awful.And the one person on this planet i needed to share with is the one i flipped on..Master.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am ashamed to admit that after a misunderstanding in a couple of text messages..i thought He didn't care about the severity of my problem...so in ignorant frustration i sent Him a not very nice e mail...and when He asked for information i continued the brat act...i wasn't thinking clearly..until He became angry and made me come right out and say what  was going on...it got pretty bad for a few minutes..until He dropped the "R" word...He said that if i wanted to be "released" all i had to do was ask Him...hurt and in shock i dropped to my knees in the back of the store(yes..i was at work)...my mind was spinning...how in the hell had i gone from an owned/collared slave.. happy with the Master of a lifetime..to this?..crying on my knees in the back room at work...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i couldn't even imagine what my life would be like without belonging to Him...i sooo did not want to be released...and as if He could read my mind from miles and miles away He texted me "I did not say I would release you,but if that is what you want it can be arranged".."I asked you a question slut,so is that what you want?"...suddenly everything became crystal clear and calm again..."no Sir i do not want to be released"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; We talked through the rest of our miscommunication and agreed that He would see me the following day...He had been calm and reasonable throughout...i was happy that i would see Him the next day.....but how would He act?..this has never happened before with us.And i wasn't sure what to expect when He got there...would He give me a punishment spanking?....would He be cruel and cold taking what is His and leave me ashamed and dejected?....my mind went through a dozen different scenarios..all of them would have been deserved for my thoughtless behavior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; So that next morning i prepared for my Master...just like i always do...and as usual my mind calmed and cleared as i slipped into my slave skin... He arrived on time..coming through the door as i poured His wine..i slipped my robe off my shoulders and awaited His touch..softly kissing me..His right hand twisting my hair just enough to guide me to the bedroom..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was so calm and gentle...His hands and lips absolutely reclaiming His slave...i wanted to cry..to try to explain how desperate my addiction to Him is ..sometimes it is too much for me to manage gracefully.But there was no room for words...just Master...guiding His slave back to her place...with His hands on my shoulders i was put in my place..kneeling between His feet..what went through my mind then??..sheer gratitude that He would allow me to serve Him..that we would be ok now that He had taken control once more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Still kneeling before Him..He looped His fingers under my collar..twisting it just enough to make His point...that i would not get my collar removed.."this is what you are now..My slave,My slut....and you will keep Me informed on these matters..."nuzzling very close to my ear..."you made me very mad...saying I don't care"...He spoke calmly..lovingly..(i felt even more ashamed of myself..that i had so unfairly lashed out at Him) Master gently buckled my wrist and ankle cuffs..and then carefully opening a new toy that had come in the mail that week....Vampire Gloves..He slowly pulled each one on...flexing and stretching His hands...i was mesmerized...and then His touch on my breasts...ahh..mmm...it couldn't have been more perfect..on my legs..and thighs..my bottom...everywhere He placed His hands..pain/pleasure....Master took my nipple between His thumb and forefinger and squeezed slightly...and i spun blissfully into space..blindfolded and guided to the bed..He placed me on my hands and knees....more pain/pleasure from the gloves...dragging them down my back and backside..reaching under to squeeze my aching breasts and even more exquisitely..my very tender parts.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He left me kneeling there breathless for a minute...i heard Him gathering things and then the sound of chain....cold slithery unyielding chain...one end wrapped around my neck...the rest draped coldly down my backside....next another new toy..an anal hook...Master quickly filled me with it and secured it to the chain....using the rest of the chain to fill my cunt..wow....i have to say..i had always wondered how that would feel and it was sooo worth the wait..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was swirling in all that sensation..hearing His voice ..feeling His hands..and His toys......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; A minute later..."smack"....mmmm the crop..3 or 4 times on the left ass cheek..nice.Then Master taking my foot in His hand and striking the soles of my feet several times.."yes Sir".....next the other side...perfect..and my right foot getting the same......panting..moaning...my girl parts clenching down on the chain&lt;br /&gt; inside...Master removed the hook and turned me over on my back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Securing my wrists and ankles to the corners of the bed...gently stroking my skin..applying clamps to my nipples...and playing with the edge of His knife...my body reacting to His torture...taking pain/pleasure...happily giving what is His... Master brought the crop back to play ...striking my tender pussy lips several times..expertly bringing His slave closer to the edge with each resounding smack of leather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Very slowly He began to pull the chain from my body...link by link...dragging it over my clit...slithery chain covered in juices..slowly pulling a beautiful orgasm from me....i don't think i could breathe for a few seconds...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Oh He's not done yet....next i heard Him putting on a latex glove..."snap"...mmmmm..His warm fingers filled me..coaxing more and more orgasms from me..when He is satisfied that i have had enough..He gently helped me up...still blindfolded He held me close..whispering "you have been alone too long"...taking my breath away as He guided my hand down to His hard cock.."come..i will give you what you need...there my slut..worship your Master's cock...thats right....drink...."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3837010690081348700-3773203661771229021?l=hismountaingirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hismountaingirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3773203661771229021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hismountaingirl.blogspot.com/2011/04/slaves-thoughtless-bahavior.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3837010690081348700/posts/default/3773203661771229021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3837010690081348700/posts/default/3773203661771229021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hismountaingirl.blogspot.com/2011/04/slaves-thoughtless-bahavior.html' title='a slaves thoughtless bahavior..'/><author><name>mountain girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06222347911449830954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6JYyRDQ1hro/Taebd6YhcaI/AAAAAAAAAR0/12zbB-sNuTk/s72-c/081_160.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3837010690081348700.post-538270386863858745</id><published>2011-04-01T07:32:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-01T07:52:48.065-04:00</updated><title type='text'>sensual</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-f2LoX2YaG1g/TZW5tInpw9I/AAAAAAAAARs/C0Onk8KJr5Y/s1600/2%2Bcandle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 160px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-f2LoX2YaG1g/TZW5tInpw9I/AAAAAAAAARs/C0Onk8KJr5Y/s200/2%2Bcandle.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590578697509389266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Master knows very well the effect He has on me..what it means to me when He does certain things...certain seemingly simple acts effect me profoundly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i prepared for this mornings session like i normally do..i carefully lay out all of His toys...i make sure that the tie downs on all corners of the bed are in place...there is a glass of ice water on His side table...candles are lit...His sparkling wine is uncorked and ready to pour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next i step into the shower...carefully washing and shaving for His enjoyment...smooth, clean skin for Master to touch....and as usual this ritual calms my mind and thoughts of Him stir my body and soul.By the time my Master arrives i am anxious to serve Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i heard His key in the door,and poured His wine...breathless waiting for my Sir's touch..it never fails to impress me ..the power of His touch. Simply stroking my skin or gently cupping my breasts sends waves of pleasure and utter submission to my very soul...it has always been so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He told me to follow Him and bring His glass.. As i set His wine down..he led me to the bed and had me lie down...very softly touching and teasing...coaxing response from His slave.. There were no cuffs..blindfold..gag..no paddle or crop...no pain..just sheer pleasure from Master's expert hands...i briefly closed my eyes as i floated closer to cumming..and when i opened them..there was Master's deep brown eyes..watching me,willing me to cum for Him...absolutely beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still unbound...Master filled me with His hand..slowly bringing me to the edge with His right hand...while His left hand applied expert pressure on my neck...just as i began to fade He released His grip as i came..wave after wave of fluid filling His hand..soaking the bed..and again...this time His hand felt deeper inside of me..and again just before i blacked out ..the release of His grip as i came yet again caused an incredible amount of cum to flow out of me...spinning i could feel His hands stroking softly..soothing,calming..as i floated back to Him.He whispered "get up my slut..go clean your cunt..and the bed..no leave the bed like it is..you will be just be cumming on it again" He helped me up and i did as asked. Surprised at the amount of silky liquid wetting my thighs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Returning to Him..He stayed on the sensual side and covered my face neck ..ears with kisses and soft nibbles.. Standing in front of me...He teased me with just a taste of His cock.And then stripping off His clothes..He beckoned me to join Him on the bed... Allowing me a moment to worship His cock..pure bliss...then He reached down and pulled me up on top of Him..i was confused for just a second...this was new.wonderful,but new. being filled my Him..held and touched by Him was very sensuous and as my body came in waves i realized the power He has over me...even in this beautiful act i am His slave....."this is your reward...you have come far this last year...and more to come."...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holding..touching..stroking..speaking words that even now take my breath and make my heart skip a beat.... His voice..His words.. His body.. carried us both to the edge and we finally came together ...i don't know that i have ever felt more a slave or more content. When our breathing settled He gave me permission to lick Him clean..reinforcing my place as His slave/slut &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The intensity of this session is difficult to articulate...serving Him always has a powerful impact on me..and each session is a gift i treasure.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3837010690081348700-538270386863858745?l=hismountaingirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hismountaingirl.blogspot.com/feeds/538270386863858745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hismountaingirl.blogspot.com/2011/04/sensual.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3837010690081348700/posts/default/538270386863858745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3837010690081348700/posts/default/538270386863858745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hismountaingirl.blogspot.com/2011/04/sensual.html' title='sensual'/><author><name>mountain girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06222347911449830954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-f2LoX2YaG1g/TZW5tInpw9I/AAAAAAAAARs/C0Onk8KJr5Y/s72-c/2%2Bcandle.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3837010690081348700.post-6908354656500617860</id><published>2011-03-28T10:13:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-28T10:39:55.635-04:00</updated><title type='text'>slave thoughts....</title><content type='html'>What i normally post here recently has been detailed descriptions of sessions with Master..it is for His enjoyment that i share the intimate details of His use of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the TPE doesn't stop when He leaves..no...it is on auto pilot..lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every moment awake or asleep is consumed by thoughts of Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As i shopped for groceries last week i also bought clothespins...why? i don't hang my laundry out to dry...i purchased them just in case Master may want to play with them..that same day i brought home a bottle of sparkling wine...for Him to sip as He toyed with His slave.Little things, yes but my mind does this all the time now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i may only see Master once every couple of weeks..but i behave and think like His property..His slave all day..every day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be honest it can be frustrating..my heart and soul need to kneel all the time..but He is not always here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Master asked me the other day how i managed my addiction to Him ..the cravings that never seem to go away...i mean i don't just act like His slave a few minutes before He gets here and then back to non submissive when He leaves..this is what i am now.And sometimes i am overwhelmed by the emotions and desperate need to serve Him.This is my answer to how i manage the cravings...first i try to keep busy...when that is not enough i take a long hot shower and there in the privacy of my bathroom i shed the tears of frustration..quietly .. slowly the pressure eases and my mind clears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This isn't an earth shattering revelation on how to manage a slaves lonliness...i know.And others may have different methods of dealing...but so far this is working for this slave.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3837010690081348700-6908354656500617860?l=hismountaingirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hismountaingirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6908354656500617860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hismountaingirl.blogspot.com/2011/03/slave-thoughts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3837010690081348700/posts/default/6908354656500617860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3837010690081348700/posts/default/6908354656500617860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hismountaingirl.blogspot.com/2011/03/slave-thoughts.html' title='slave thoughts....'/><author><name>mountain girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06222347911449830954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3837010690081348700.post-5358194317888487306</id><published>2011-03-22T20:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-22T21:09:59.657-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hurts sooo good....</title><content type='html'>Standing at the top of the stairs naked i waited....He had said no clothing&gt; not even shoes this time...and as much as i may want to cover myself..i&gt; obey.my mind becomes very calm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i stood by the table as He came in...He bent me over the end of the table and His hands claimed what belongs to Him....His fingers filling me.. in seconds  the first of many orgasms swept me away..He had me lick His fingers clean..and poured Himself a glass of wine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With His glass in one hand He reached back and pulled me to the bedroom by my cuntlips...(Master is a tall man so i was on my tippy toes). He began with me standing between His legs... nibbling and biting my nipples..pain laced pleasure sending my juices trickling down my thighs..not satisfied with just nipples this time...He bit the very tender flesh all around my breasts...leaving deep red marks that would bruise nicely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kneeling between His legs He snugly buckled my blindfold...and wrist cuffs.Then the lovely pressure of clamps on my nipples...mmmm this always settles me into the first level of sub space...but again not just playing with my nipples He clamped each breast with several more nasty little clamps...it took me a few seconds to focus again..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Master stood me up and i heard the slither of chain...He wrapped it around my middle...then He buckled my ankle cuffs...i wondered as He was doing this..just what did He have in mind??...in seconds i had the answer.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kneeling on the floor..the spanking horse behind me..my arms were secured over the top of the back legs(?) and my ankles were secured by the chain..He plugged my ass and filled me with the vibrator...turning it on ..watching me shake and tremble as i came..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then He stood in front of me and filled my mouth..absolute bliss. While still in this position He ran the wheel over my skin...and tortured the soles of my feet with the crop and His knife...the pain/pleasure was so intense..so amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Changing position...Master stood me up and bent me over the sawhorse at the end of the bed....sitting in front of me again He fed me His cock...and beat my ass with the crop..i truly love this.. but this time the strikes were much harder and faster...and after an especially stinging strike i pulled away crying a little...only to be jerked by my hair back into place and reprimanded that i was to suck His cock and not move...the spanking continued but my focus was on His beautiful cock..filling my mouth..His precum oh so sweet on my tongue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taking His time and complete advantage of my bent position..He stood behind me and filled me with His cock...mmm i am a lucky slave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; At this point as usual i get fuzzy and a little lost...i found myself on my back on the bed...Master locking my wrists to the top corners..all of the painful breast clamps moving and changing how they hurt..Master's knife on my cuntlips...ass cheeks and thighs..clamps being put on my labia and the vibrator filling me....then His fist..i seemed to be one huge orgasm...it wouldn't stop....When Master laid on top of me and pushed His cock deep inside..His body pressing down on the clamps...ohhh..that hurt so good...and His mouth..so close to mine breathing words that make me His slave..His slut..cumming...cumming..my body pinned by Him..used and fucked by Him...forever possessed by Him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3837010690081348700-5358194317888487306?l=hismountaingirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hismountaingirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5358194317888487306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hismountaingirl.blogspot.com/2011/03/hurts-sooo-good.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3837010690081348700/posts/default/5358194317888487306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3837010690081348700/posts/default/5358194317888487306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hismountaingirl.blogspot.com/2011/03/hurts-sooo-good.html' title='Hurts sooo good....'/><author><name>mountain girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06222347911449830954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3837010690081348700.post-9056083145006900968</id><published>2011-03-01T17:51:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-01T18:00:03.359-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What i am for...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tmsHrGQxGnQ/TW15bEktd3I/AAAAAAAAARk/7JKSG7t9b98/s1600/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 123px; height: 170px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tmsHrGQxGnQ/TW15bEktd3I/AAAAAAAAARk/7JKSG7t9b98/s200/1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579249019373057906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; It's been a wonderful and exciting year..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; So many new and mind blowing experiences with Master...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; At first it was a lot to withstand a spanking with His belt and although my&lt;br /&gt; pain threshold is still kind of low..i relish and enjoy the pain/pleasure&lt;br /&gt; that He gives me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; There have been many things that i thought at first mention i would never be&lt;br /&gt; able to tolerate much less enjoy...and i was wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; He had listed some things He intended to do to me.....slapping,fisting,knife&lt;br /&gt; play,breath play....and i cringed a little inside ..wondering if i could&lt;br /&gt; endure these things.But as He introduced each experience he took great care&lt;br /&gt; in ensuring that i was ok..that i was responding positively and that it&lt;br /&gt; wasn't too much all at once..He would give me a little taste of something&lt;br /&gt; new and awhile later do it again..so that my mind flowed with the new&lt;br /&gt; experience and pain/pleasure became my drug..my addiction..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; my body, mind and soul all craved His touch..His hands and voice carried me&lt;br /&gt; to sub space and back many many many times...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; So with that said...our session a few day's ago was amazing..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; i poured Him a glass of wine and followed Him to the playroom..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Presentation ... as always begins the session and my trip to sub&lt;br /&gt; space...this time i slipped away while Master was biting my breasts..i don't&lt;br /&gt; know how ..but He can tell when i am swirling away with sensation and&lt;br /&gt; colors...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; He pulled me down between His knees and buckled my wrist cuffs...blindfolded&lt;br /&gt; me and helping me stand secured my ankle cuffs as well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Unable to see..He guided me to the sawhorse..this is fairly new and i have&lt;br /&gt; found that i love being flogged and spanked in this position.(the only thing&lt;br /&gt; i would change is maybe make the sawhorse bigger and more sturdy)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; And spanked  is exactly what He did..as well as fill my holes and tease me&lt;br /&gt; with his cock...mmm and hot wax..followed by His knife... all of this mixed&lt;br /&gt; with Master's fist and hands..and not being able to scoot away or even&lt;br /&gt; wiggle much was awesome..even though i lose details while in sub&lt;br /&gt; space...when Master unhooked me from the sawhorse and helped me stand i&lt;br /&gt; remember being a little shaky,but so hoping that He would use the crop&lt;br /&gt; next....(thankfully He read my mind)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; He gently laid me on my back and secured my wrists and ankles to the corners&lt;br /&gt; of the bed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; He spanked my pussy with the crop as well as my breasts...i could hear His&lt;br /&gt; voice..and the sound of wet leather slapping flesh..i felt Master's hands on&lt;br /&gt; my neck..my breath taken..then His hands move and i came...and again..my&lt;br /&gt; breath taken..His hands moved..another orgasm...i was far far away at this&lt;br /&gt; point..He released me and rolled me onto my tummy...now on my hands and&lt;br /&gt; knees.. Crop in hand Master laid on the bed in front of me...He knew that&lt;br /&gt; at i was wound up and with His soothing voice he guided me...."relax&lt;br /&gt; slut...thats it nice and slow..this is what you are for now..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; yes Master..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3837010690081348700-9056083145006900968?l=hismountaingirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hismountaingirl.blogspot.com/feeds/9056083145006900968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hismountaingirl.blogspot.com/2011/03/what-i-am-for.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3837010690081348700/posts/default/9056083145006900968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3837010690081348700/posts/default/9056083145006900968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hismountaingirl.blogspot.com/2011/03/what-i-am-for.html' title='What i am for...'/><author><name>mountain girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06222347911449830954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tmsHrGQxGnQ/TW15bEktd3I/AAAAAAAAARk/7JKSG7t9b98/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3837010690081348700.post-4646936072982190311</id><published>2011-02-16T20:25:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-16T20:35:14.902-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Master's playroom...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cxlA0nXp9eA/TVx57K3BjXI/AAAAAAAAARc/JtWGq9uEnEg/s1600/room%2B006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cxlA0nXp9eA/TVx57K3BjXI/AAAAAAAAARc/JtWGq9uEnEg/s200/room%2B006.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574464496212217202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To catch up ... my son has moved out and i am in the process of reclaiming&lt;br /&gt;my space in my apartment...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Master's playroom is nearly complete..i have painted it and even built our&lt;br /&gt;first spanking horse,this was my first experience being bound to a&lt;br /&gt;sawhorse...very nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.. this week because of both work schedules we were pressed for time to&lt;br /&gt;get together for a session...And even though Master would much rather take&lt;br /&gt;His time enjoying...we settled for a brief before work mini session...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No time for slowly slipping into space...as soon as He hit the top of the&lt;br /&gt;stairs.. His mouth was on my breasts..His fingers in my cunt within seconds&lt;br /&gt;juices trickled down my thighs...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Master led me to His new playroom..i was tickled at the look on His face..He&lt;br /&gt;seemed pleased.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He promptly zip tied me.. bent over to the legs of the sawhorse...(see&lt;br /&gt;picture above) soothing me with light touches..brushing my hair over my&lt;br /&gt;shoulder...as he walked around the room gathering items He needed..clamps&lt;br /&gt;for my nipples first..Then He opened the top drawer of the little chest and&lt;br /&gt;found a large vibrator..finding that the batteries were still working (i was&lt;br /&gt;surprised it has been like a year..) He filled me with it.. and taking off&lt;br /&gt;His belt He spanked me ... having me bent over at that height was good for&lt;br /&gt; other use as well...teasing me with a taste of Him he began to flog me...mmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was quickly cut free and led to the bed..i absolutely love the feeling of&lt;br /&gt;Master inside of me...of being taken by Him..His hands on my throat&lt;br /&gt;as i surrendered all to Him...His voice getting farther away as i begin to&lt;br /&gt;fade...He moved His hands to my breasts and my breath came rushing back...my&lt;br /&gt;body exploded with orgasm...pulling me up off the bed and then quickly to my&lt;br /&gt;knees..my mouth filling with Master's sweet cream ...suckling Him.. as we&lt;br /&gt;floated back to earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; i can't wait till next session..and we have more time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3837010690081348700-4646936072982190311?l=hismountaingirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hismountaingirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4646936072982190311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hismountaingirl.blogspot.com/2011/02/masters-playroom.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3837010690081348700/posts/default/4646936072982190311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3837010690081348700/posts/default/4646936072982190311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hismountaingirl.blogspot.com/2011/02/masters-playroom.html' title='Master&apos;s playroom...'/><author><name>mountain girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06222347911449830954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cxlA0nXp9eA/TVx57K3BjXI/AAAAAAAAARc/JtWGq9uEnEg/s72-c/room%2B006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3837010690081348700.post-4493793915759885988</id><published>2011-02-05T18:15:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-05T18:25:42.357-05:00</updated><title type='text'>All His......</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uP4Y5aSWDqQ/TU3bzGb-lXI/AAAAAAAAARU/U1tkywAf4YQ/s1600/hotness.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 160px; height: 120px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uP4Y5aSWDqQ/TU3bzGb-lXI/AAAAAAAAARU/U1tkywAf4YQ/s200/hotness.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570349985074943346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When He arrived i was standing at the top of the stairs ..naked in a pair of heels as instructed...Even His requirements and instructions make me wet and&lt;br /&gt;remind me of His power over me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His hands and mouth made a brief inspection of His property...and i was spun&lt;br /&gt;around and taken to the bedroom...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He sat in His chair and pulled me close to Him...i had waited all week for&lt;br /&gt;this moment..waiting for the feelings that only He can give me..His hands&lt;br /&gt;caressing my skin..His mouth kissing and biting.....The mixture of&lt;br /&gt;pain/pleasure that sends me to that place only Master can take me..&lt;br /&gt;...floating safely in and out of the colors of space..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He pulled me down between His knees...and i closed my eyes..yes this is my&lt;br /&gt;safe place..and no matter what comes next i begin here.. with His kiss He&lt;br /&gt;soothes my soul...with His hands He stirs His slave into opening for Him..to&lt;br /&gt;give to Him and take whatever use He needs to give...He double clamped my&lt;br /&gt;sensitive breasts..one on each nipple and another just above on the tender&lt;br /&gt;skin  i sighed the word "yes"and He repled "of course Yes...always Yes now&lt;br /&gt;slut" ....Blindfolded and my wrists cuffed and bound behind my back..He took&lt;br /&gt;the first orgasm from my body...His lips so close to my ear.."yes..my&lt;br /&gt;slut..that's it.. you cum so easy now don't you.....you can't stop can&lt;br /&gt;you..no. just keep on giving to Me..that's it..My slut.My&lt;br /&gt;whore....good...yes..one more time...ahh good......"when He is done i am&lt;br /&gt;kneeling in a small puddle of my own cum...shaking and panting i was helped&lt;br /&gt;to my feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He sat me on the edge of my bed and cuffed each ankle..while He had me like&lt;br /&gt;this He also attached a ring of zip ties just below my knees.....i am sure i&lt;br /&gt;whined just a little..i was sure that whatever he had in mind .. it was&lt;br /&gt;going to hurt......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was laid back and hogtied face up...my knees were forced opened and the&lt;br /&gt;straps pulled taut...i recall being a bit mortified at the response from my&lt;br /&gt;pussy...clenching,flexing...begging for more from Him....and more is what He&lt;br /&gt;had in mind..He started with the crop...with each strike he brought the&lt;br /&gt;inner slut more fully out into the light....flinching at the pain ..arching&lt;br /&gt;up for more pleasure..sounds of wet leather..he stopped briefly to play with&lt;br /&gt;me....and then smacked me right above my clit ..a warm gush of cum surprised&lt;br /&gt;me...and He swithched to playing with the chain and clamps...to&lt;br /&gt;fisting....back to pussy spanking...more fisting...each wave of&lt;br /&gt;pain/pleasure bigger than the last....hot cum flowing out of me into&lt;br /&gt;Master's hand...ultimately making a wet spot over a foot wide on my&lt;br /&gt;bed...the wheel or His knife...the crop or His fist ...all of it carried me&lt;br /&gt;far away to our space...At one point He removed the clamps..and slapped my&lt;br /&gt;left breast with the crop....i only took a few swats...and He stopped....all&lt;br /&gt;my focus was on what He had created with my cunt...it was sooo intense and&lt;br /&gt;wonderful i failed to change gears to any other sensations...Without missing&lt;br /&gt;a beat Master continued  His assault ....using my body for His&lt;br /&gt;pleasure...taking what he wanted...satisfying this slaves need to give and&lt;br /&gt;Master's right to take and enjoy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567753792545835938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a toast and a sip of sparkling wine He led us both to the bedroom...&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;she and i both presented ourselves to Him..both cumming as His talented hands worked their magic..Master kissing one of us while playing with the other's nipples or pussy...tasting one and feeling another as He took what is His...and gave pain/pleasure that we can't do without now...&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;He pulled her sexy nightie off of her and spun us both around ..bent over the end of the bed..shoulder to shoulder i looked over and we both smiled...ready for whatever His wicked imagination had cum up with..&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Of course a warm up spanking was in order...and this time it was with the black strap..several strikes on my bottom first and then her turn...Master turning both our asses a deep pink..leaving us shaking,waiting for more of His touch..&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Then the sound of chain...we both love this..He filled her with one end of it and me with the other....chain draping between us..2 sluts connected to each other by beautiful..cold chain&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;He brought out our wrist cuffs...He cuffed both of her wrists  and secured her to the bed....He cuffed my right wrist and had me kneel between her legs...still connected by the chain..what an awesome sensation.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Master took His time toying with us...a little fun with the crop..the wheel..(we both love this...mmmm and His knife..)lightly touching us as He put the clamps on both of her nipples..and on one of mine.Next He plugged my ass..securing my place in sub space.....so different this time..with one cuff,one nipple clamped,my holes filled and watching all that He was doing to us both...&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;i watched as He put clamps on either side of her pretty pussy lips...and held them open for Him as He played with the wheel on her tender pink parts....no wonder He loves to do that to me ..it's absolutely beautiful. And her little moans and sighs..hot.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Filling her ..playing with her..bringing her to multiple orgasms..all while i watched and held the little clamps...Master put His hand on her throat..kissing her as He applied a little pressure...taking her breath..He removed His hand and as she came to..He made her cum again..sooo amazing to see.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;He pulled the chain from my body and He had me sit on her face..both of us tasting each other as Master touched and soothed us...&lt;br /&gt;i watched as He spanked her pussy with the crop..her pretty mouth sending me over the edge of yet another orgasm...He filled her with the jelly dildo..expertly bringing another wave of pleasure...&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;His sluts bathed in sensations...the wand,the wheel,His knife...His hands and voice guiding us...she and i finally sharing His gift...kissing each other as we licked and sucked our precious prize....sharing with my sister in submission..priceless.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3837010690081348700-3457833081144621590?l=hismountaingirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hismountaingirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3457833081144621590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hismountaingirl.blogspot.com/2011/01/session-with-his-2-sluts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3837010690081348700/posts/default/3457833081144621590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3837010690081348700/posts/default/3457833081144621590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hismountaingirl.blogspot.com/2011/01/session-with-his-2-sluts.html' title='Session with His 2 sluts...'/><author><name>mountain girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06222347911449830954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uP4Y5aSWDqQ/TUSikzmHS6I/AAAAAAAAARI/V_dxychmueo/s72-c/session%2Bjanuary%2B25%2B2011%2B001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3837010690081348700.post-2127246355896642491</id><published>2011-01-23T09:49:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-23T09:57:43.609-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A new twist...</title><content type='html'>As i prepared for His arrival i felt the familiar changes happening to me&lt;br /&gt; mentally and physically...it's nothing new ..it happens every time i get&lt;br /&gt; ready for a session with my Master...i slide more completely into my slave&lt;br /&gt; skin...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; by the time i finish showering and getting dressed i have slipped into a&lt;br /&gt; calm, quiet mindset....my soul is relaxed and open to whatever He has in&lt;br /&gt; mind...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; but my body is doing another thing entirely...my skin comes alive...my&lt;br /&gt; nipples ache and my pussy always feels hyper sensitive and soaked....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; So ...when He arrives i am "ready".. to put it mildly. He had asked that i&lt;br /&gt; wear a skirt and blouse and heels..(no undergarments)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Each time we have a session He has a new twist to it...this is one of the&lt;br /&gt; many things that i adore about Him..never a dull moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; This time during Presentation as He was opening my blouse and nibbling on my&lt;br /&gt; nipples He pulled me down to sit on His lap..and not missing a single beat&lt;br /&gt; at biting my right breast He slid His hand under my skirt and played with my&lt;br /&gt; clit...i wiggled to stand a little and He firmly set me back down...(i knew&lt;br /&gt; that when i came i might soak His pantleg)...He will have this His way..wet&lt;br /&gt; spots be damned.&lt;br /&gt; That particular orgasm was blinding..the searing pain of His bites mixed&lt;br /&gt; with the pleasure of His ministrations was simply amazing.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; There was no kneeling this time...He had other plans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; He helped me up and set me on the edge of my bed...pushing me backwards i&lt;br /&gt; was quickly blindfolded and cuffed.He didn't waste anytime securing my&lt;br /&gt; wrists to the top corners of the bed....i have to admit that the quickness&lt;br /&gt; and urgency of being restrained by Him was thrilling...and&lt;br /&gt; breathtaking..nipples clamped...He proceeded to spank my pussy..i sooo love&lt;br /&gt; this feeling and He knows exactly what i need when He does this (all i can&lt;br /&gt; remember for a minute is arching up to meet the strikes)...He&lt;br /&gt; stopped..leaving me breathless and squirming. apparently His focus was on my&lt;br /&gt; cunt this time...next He plugged both of my holes..the medium plug in my ass&lt;br /&gt; and the jelly dildo in my pussy..then He put a clamp on each side of my&lt;br /&gt; pussy lips..taking the breath out of me..i was overwhelmed in sensation...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; So far i had stayed in subspace .. happily absorbing pain/pleasure and&lt;br /&gt; Master's hands working their magic....mmmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; i felt a change around me...Master's weight pressing down on the bed by my&lt;br /&gt; feet....and the shock of the wand being applied to my clit....i think i&lt;br /&gt; screamed a little...it is soooo intense and with the clamps it hurt....and&lt;br /&gt; well ok it felt good..and then it felt great...my Master is very adept at&lt;br /&gt; getting orgasm's with that wicked wand...after a few minutes He stopped&lt;br /&gt; playing with the wand and for just a moment all was quiet...He played a bit&lt;br /&gt; with the dildo (delicious) somewhere in this He played with the wheel and&lt;br /&gt; His knife....on the backs of my legs and my tit's  and all over my sensitive&lt;br /&gt; areas making me cum more and more.... (sorry if this part is a bit&lt;br /&gt;blurry...i was very much out in space)Next thing i recall is Master&lt;br /&gt; straddling me....He was facing the foot of the bed..i remember i could smell&lt;br /&gt; His essence  His skin.....and i thought maybe He would have me lick His ass&lt;br /&gt; or balls or kiss the inside of His thighs....but ..no...He had other things&lt;br /&gt; to do..He started moving the dildo in and out of my cunt very quickly..my&lt;br /&gt; skin started to tingle and the heat of orgasm began to spread throughout my&lt;br /&gt; body..i couldn't catch my breath...and than wave after wave  rolled over&lt;br /&gt; me...pinned by Him..fucked by Him..i started cumming and just couldn't&lt;br /&gt; stop..even after He got up and unfastened me ..placing me between His legs&lt;br /&gt; giving His slave her fix..blessedly beating my ass with the Barbed Wire&lt;br /&gt; Bastard Flogger..puncuating each thrust down my throat with another well&lt;br /&gt; placed strike....(this brought tears of joy to my eyes...)words alone could&lt;br /&gt; never describe how sublimely beautiful this moment is for me..Master cumming&lt;br /&gt; down my throat and my soul cumming with Him...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; i am one very well used/fucked/luved  slave/slut&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3837010690081348700-2127246355896642491?l=hismountaingirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hismountaingirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2127246355896642491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hismountaingirl.blogspot.com/2011/01/new-twist.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3837010690081348700/posts/default/2127246355896642491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3837010690081348700/posts/default/2127246355896642491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hismountaingirl.blogspot.com/2011/01/new-twist.html' title='A new twist...'/><author><name>mountain girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06222347911449830954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3837010690081348700.post-4350905527753926408</id><published>2011-01-18T13:13:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-18T13:24:21.006-05:00</updated><title type='text'>afterglow....</title><content type='html'>i will be posting about today's session with Master very soon...and i wasn't going to write anything about it today...but i was just sitting here sipping a glass of wine ..(Master left just a few minutes ago...)and as i gazed out the window thinking happy thoughts i realized there were tears in my eyes.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not sad or angry tears...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No,i feel happy and glowing..and for some odd reason there are tears trickling down my cheeks...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3837010690081348700-4350905527753926408?l=hismountaingirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hismountaingirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4350905527753926408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hismountaingirl.blogspot.com/2011/01/afterglow.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3837010690081348700/posts/default/4350905527753926408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3837010690081348700/posts/default/4350905527753926408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hismountaingirl.blogspot.com/2011/01/afterglow.html' title='afterglow....'/><author><name>mountain girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06222347911449830954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3837010690081348700.post-2161699762117169460</id><published>2011-01-13T11:43:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-13T14:10:57.852-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Leather and chains...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uP4Y5aSWDqQ/TS9N4p8f51I/AAAAAAAAARA/0-uRxqB0oHQ/s1600/session%2Bjan%2B10%2B004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uP4Y5aSWDqQ/TS9N4p8f51I/AAAAAAAAARA/0-uRxqB0oHQ/s200/session%2Bjan%2B10%2B004.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561749700553467730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "Wear leather and chains..heels no nylons.."this was His requirement for&lt;br /&gt; this session..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; i added a skirt..which was quickly dispatched during His greeting...which is&lt;br /&gt; far more than a normal greeting..it's more of a reclaiming...&lt;br /&gt; far more intimate than a kiss....more powerful than a hug....His hands and&lt;br /&gt; mouth touch and taste what belongs to him...tweaking a little here and&lt;br /&gt; there..little bites mixed with lovely kisses....the perfect primer for what&lt;br /&gt; will come next...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; He led me to the bedroom and we began as usual with Presentation..His slave&lt;br /&gt; standing before Him as instructed naked except for leather and chains..i&lt;br /&gt; absolutely love this part..Master's hands on my body..His mouth on my&lt;br /&gt; nipples biting harder ..the level of pain rising steadily&lt;br /&gt; my juices begining to trickle down my leg...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; He has me kneel and blindfolds me next i remove His shoes and socks...this&lt;br /&gt; is what His slave needs and the trip to subspace has begun.&lt;br /&gt; i am cuffed and helped to my feet..Master bends me over the end of my bed&lt;br /&gt; ..taking His time...i can hear Him moving around the room..selecting&lt;br /&gt; items..He is behind me,His hand is lightly stroking my bottom...and i wait&lt;br /&gt; for the first kiss of leather...several delicious&lt;br /&gt; smacks from the black strap leave pretty red and pink marks and Master stops&lt;br /&gt; it seems to admire His handiwork...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Next i hear the sound that sends my heart racing every time....chain.&lt;br /&gt; cold slithery unyielding chain....i am still bent over the end of the&lt;br /&gt; bed..will He have me stand and wrap me in chain?...no, not this time&lt;br /&gt; This time i am to be filled with it..i can hear Him putting on the latex&lt;br /&gt; gloves...oh He wouldn't..would He?...yes my ass is filled first than my&lt;br /&gt; pussy...He is also using the prickly wheel on the backs of my legs...and my&lt;br /&gt; bottom and back....i am very literally swimming in sensation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Master orders me up on the bed on my hands and knees...chain still in&lt;br /&gt; place...i am hogtied ankles to wrists face down...more play with the wheel&lt;br /&gt; and His knife....more orgasms...sensation on the soles of my feet and the&lt;br /&gt; palms of my hands...tender areas are not left out..no,Master pays alot of&lt;br /&gt; attention to the tenderest spots...He turns me over and reattaches the&lt;br /&gt; hogtie...now face up ..the chain moving over my clit Master has me cumming&lt;br /&gt; nonstop ...alternating pain and pleasure as i float in chainspace...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Finally He removes the hogtie and helps me off the bed...my mouth waters at&lt;br /&gt; the prospect of tasting Him...kneeling i am allowed to kiss and adore my&lt;br /&gt; Master's cock..showing Him with my mouth alone how much i love being His&lt;br /&gt; slave and how fortunate i am to recieve this gift.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3837010690081348700-2161699762117169460?l=hismountaingirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hismountaingirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2161699762117169460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hismountaingirl.blogspot.com/2011/01/leather-and-chains.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3837010690081348700/posts/default/2161699762117169460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3837010690081348700/posts/default/2161699762117169460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hismountaingirl.blogspot.com/2011/01/leather-and-chains.html' title='Leather and chains...'/><author><name>mountain girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06222347911449830954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uP4Y5aSWDqQ/TS9N4p8f51I/AAAAAAAAARA/0-uRxqB0oHQ/s72-c/session%2Bjan%2B10%2B004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3837010690081348700.post-1032561661248799862</id><published>2011-01-12T08:50:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-12T09:12:05.502-05:00</updated><title type='text'>2011 the year for this slave and her Master...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uP4Y5aSWDqQ/TS22U1_8xhI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/EWcDuSbQd_o/s1600/096_160.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 160px; height: 160px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uP4Y5aSWDqQ/TS22U1_8xhI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/EWcDuSbQd_o/s200/096_160.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561301584081372690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is my wish for this next year...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2010 was wonderful ..getting to know each other..learning certain ways to please Him..finding my real slave self emerging finally under His steady hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we didn't have alot of privacy..my son still lives at home and that played a big part in how much time we could spend as we scheduled around him...Master has been very respectful of my family and been very patient.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the first of February my son is moving out...not by his own choice but by mine.&lt;br /&gt;It is time he grew up and struggled a little ...everyone does,i believe it's necessary to grow and mature properly....so far he has not had to do anything for himself..(and hasn't worked in over a year)..we can call this tough love if you like&lt;br /&gt;but it's time for a reality check.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough about him....very soon i will be able to paint and decorate Master's playroom..with plenty of space and privacy for Him to flex His Masterly muscles... &lt;br /&gt;and peace and tranquility for this slave to bend and kneel and serve.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3837010690081348700-1032561661248799862?l=hismountaingirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hismountaingirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1032561661248799862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hismountaingirl.blogspot.com/2011/01/2011-year-for-this-slave-and-her-master.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3837010690081348700/posts/default/1032561661248799862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3837010690081348700/posts/default/1032561661248799862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hismountaingirl.blogspot.com/2011/01/2011-year-for-this-slave-and-her-master.html' title='2011 the year for this slave and her Master...'/><author><name>mountain girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06222347911449830954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uP4Y5aSWDqQ/TS22U1_8xhI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/EWcDuSbQd_o/s72-c/096_160.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3837010690081348700.post-8170758008097706028</id><published>2011-01-09T10:19:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-09T10:23:01.720-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreams..an e mail to Master</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uP4Y5aSWDqQ/TSnSiLl5AmI/AAAAAAAAAQs/HJm8W_rBdR4/s1600/3447.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 99px; height: 133px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uP4Y5aSWDqQ/TSnSiLl5AmI/AAAAAAAAAQs/HJm8W_rBdR4/s200/3447.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560206699634688610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Master&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; i have had vivid dreams ..highly erotic,sexual dreams pretty much since i&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; met You. and over time the dreams have just gotten more detailed and wet.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; Where i at one time may have dreamed of a bare botttom spanking or bent over&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; and flogged..waking with my hand where it shouldn't be and very&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; aroused...more recently the dreams are more like last nights dream.....It&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; was as if i was reliving a session..swirling sensations..your voice softly&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; reminding me what i am..and what i am for..at the same time Your cock was in&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; my mouth..pulsing,growing..sweet droplets of pre cum..i could almost taste&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; You...and Your scent was intoxicating...(always)..You had the black strap in&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; Your hand and were striking my ass with it..increasing the intensity as you&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; got closer to climax...i remember that i wanted to taste Your cum..swallow&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; it ..bask in the sweetness of it..and whimpered,  not from the spanking..but&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; the desire to have You fill my mouth with Your cream.(very strong thought as&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; i woke) And You did cum down my throat...softly speaking the words that i&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; love to hear.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; That is only one dream..they are never the same..another dream earlier this&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; week i woke up crying..but so content.You had tied me face down(i remember&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; it was very hard to move at all)and used what felt like several different&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; things to spank me with.....it was very intense.(i think there was a pillow&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; under me because You had great access to my pussy&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; There are dreams every night sometimes several...&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; Your slave/slut&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3837010690081348700-8170758008097706028?l=hismountaingirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hismountaingirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8170758008097706028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hismountaingirl.blogspot.com/2011/01/dreamsan-e-mail-to-master.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3837010690081348700/posts/default/8170758008097706028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3837010690081348700/posts/default/8170758008097706028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hismountaingirl.blogspot.com/2011/01/dreamsan-e-mail-to-master.html' title='Dreams..an e mail to Master'/><author><name>mountain girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06222347911449830954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uP4Y5aSWDqQ/TSnSiLl5AmI/AAAAAAAAAQs/HJm8W_rBdR4/s72-c/3447.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3837010690081348700.post-5154181763283020576</id><published>2011-01-01T09:10:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-01T09:17:14.918-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uP4Y5aSWDqQ/TR829090rhI/AAAAAAAAAQc/1BDvbL9n2Q8/s1600/749_160.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 107px; height: 160px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uP4Y5aSWDqQ/TR829090rhI/AAAAAAAAAQc/1BDvbL9n2Q8/s200/749_160.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557220901016350226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wishing you all health and happiness in the upcoming year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And lots of warm pink bottoms!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3837010690081348700-5154181763283020576?l=hismountaingirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hismountaingirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5154181763283020576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hismountaingirl.blogspot.com/2011/01/happy-new-year.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3837010690081348700/posts/default/5154181763283020576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3837010690081348700/posts/default/5154181763283020576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hismountaingirl.blogspot.com/2011/01/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year!!!!!!!'/><author><name>mountain girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06222347911449830954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uP4Y5aSWDqQ/TR829090rhI/AAAAAAAAAQc/1BDvbL9n2Q8/s72-c/749_160.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3837010690081348700.post-8762764415730642343</id><published>2010-12-30T15:51:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-30T16:12:15.483-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Black or White Satin.........Both?..yes Sir.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uP4Y5aSWDqQ/TRzzNWZk3JI/AAAAAAAAAQU/hPZECGvQcqM/s1600/918_160.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 160px; height: 120px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uP4Y5aSWDqQ/TRzzNWZk3JI/AAAAAAAAAQU/hPZECGvQcqM/s200/918_160.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556583450945051794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photo is from xhamster...i think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have done this before....several times.And each time the level of comfort and excitement grows...&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Because it had snowed a couple of days ago "s" was a little behind schedule....and arrived a minute after Master walked in....And this was her first view as she reached the top of the stairs...Master sitting at my dining room table ..His hand between my legs bringing me to the first of many..many orgasms...(evidenced by the little puddle of cum dropplets between my feet)...she set her bags down and after a quick kiss she was next..(she was wearing a white satin bustier and nylons and i was wearing almost  exactly the same but in black satin)..within a few minutes we were both properly warmed up and led to the bedroom.i have to say that this greeting was the epitome of us as a threesome....i love to watch His face as she chatters and scurries around finally settling into the session..He is intense and stoic..and she giggles and does little things that i find adorable...for example..when He and i are alone during Presentation while He is nibbling or touching even putting on my cuffs..i love to kiss Him softly on His forehead or His cheek...just adoring the closeness of us.While "s" often kisses Him spontaneously throughout the session..and if she is not tied down it is very likely that she will zip out of the room to get a drink for all of us ..or maybe a new toy from her bag...lol....she has a playfulness and a sweetness about her.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Anyway....back to the bedroom.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Master bent me over the end of my bed... and half a minute later "s" was right next to me with a giggle and a quick kiss...both bottoms Presented to Him. A couple of whacks on her bottom equaled the same for mine.this went on for a few minutes ...until He stopped and she giggled..."He broke the crop"...?? and sure enough it was sitting on the table ..just a stick.. the leather bat on the end had flown off somewhere...not to be detered by a little equipment malfunction He quickly had the Midnight Rose paddle in His hand.Now our bottoms were warmed up as well...&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;He stood us up and buckled her wrist cuffs on her...laying her down on the bed...allowing me to taste her..as He plugged my bottom and played with us...clamps here and there...He blindfolded her and not me as of yet...allowing me to watch as He used her ..running His knife skillfully over her tender areas..watching her squirm and moan (so freakin hot..)He brought her to a very intense orgasm and pushed my face down to drink her juices which made her cum even harder.....He also used His knife on my ass....leaving quite a few beautiful red lines i absolutely love that sensation and it always sends me to subspace...there was more smacking with a crop(hers)...my breast,her legs and breasts,her pussy...a delicious mix of pleasure and pain.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;He did blindfold me ....continuing His use of us...filling her with chain and slowly pulling it out, then filling me....the sounds of both of us cumming over and over again..&lt;br /&gt;being allowed to touch Him..the silky smooth hardness of Him and then His scent and taste ...His left hand entwined in my hair fucking my mouth ...as He brought her to yet another screaming orgasm...His sweet cream filling my mouth. As our breathing slowed and He unbound us...we shared little kisses..touching and talking...some giggles.. sharing a glass of wine...basically coming back down to earth.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Master eventually had to leave and left "s" and i to our "girl time".......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3837010690081348700-8762764415730642343?l=hismountaingirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hismountaingirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8762764415730642343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hismountaingirl.blogspot.com/2010/12/black-or-white-satinbothyes-sir.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3837010690081348700/posts/default/8762764415730642343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3837010690081348700/posts/default/8762764415730642343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hismountaingirl.blogspot.com/2010/12/black-or-white-satinbothyes-sir.html' title='Black or White Satin.........Both?..yes Sir.'/><author><name>mountain girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06222347911449830954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uP4Y5aSWDqQ/TRzzNWZk3JI/AAAAAAAAAQU/hPZECGvQcqM/s72-c/918_160.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3837010690081348700.post-5862218628732995638</id><published>2010-12-23T14:54:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-26T11:00:14.344-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The gift that keeps on giving....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uP4Y5aSWDqQ/TROu1g7j_EI/AAAAAAAAAQI/5ta--LOxhec/s1600/franz1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 132px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uP4Y5aSWDqQ/TROu1g7j_EI/AAAAAAAAAQI/5ta--LOxhec/s200/franz1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553974999874010178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seemed as though it had been so long since Master had touched me..and the closer the moment came the more excited and subbie i became....He was going to be here at 11 this morning,but He e mailed that it would be sooner...closer to 10:30..yeah its only 30 minutes but the reaction from my body and soul was immediate....i think i whimpered a little..and ran to get ready.i had planned a more elaborate heels and stockings type outfit but with the time shortened i stepped out of the shower and slipped on a nightie..nothing sexy really..but very easy to take off....(lol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its hard to describe ...the intimacy of His greeting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are very few ..if any words.It's more his presence..quiet,powerful,absolute.&lt;br /&gt;There is no mistaking His intent..When He walks into the room and sets His eyes on me it is very clear what He wants and will have...His property,His slut,His devoted slave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lightly touching..His warm sensuous lips claiming me a kiss at a time..kisses turn to nibbles...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He paused His Masterly assault on my soul..so very briefly..and sent me for His coffee..shaking,wet and completely naked i met Him in the bedroom and set His drink on His side table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have said it before....with just a touch or two he has me well on my way to subspace.And this time is no exception...standing before Him..His mouth on my nipples..bringing me very close to tears..making my juices begin to trickle down my thighs...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kneeling..blindfolded..wrist cuffs buckled snugly....Master's fingers making me cum over and over again..until a there was a little puddle of juices between my knees on the floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His hand in my hair ..he pushed my face towards the floor....."lick your cum off the floor slut".....this was a first.He has never done that before..and it had a very profound effect on me ....i became something different for just a minute...licking my own cum off of my floor.....very likely the most humiliating thing i have done in my entire life.strange thing is it felt perfectly natural to do that for Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This session seemed to be one for pushing a couple of boundaries...minutes later he had me bent over the end of my bed..wrists bound up over my head...His hand entwined in my hair ..pinning me there as he beat my ass and legs with the flogger...harder this time ...more intense than before...just to the point of tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sensation...pain/pleasure..it swirls together....spanking my tender areas with the crop..nipples,pussy lips,clit....his knife...the wheel...chain wrapped around me...inside of me.i cannot count the orgasms anymore...they are endless.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3837010690081348700-5862218628732995638?l=hismountaingirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hismountaingirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5862218628732995638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hismountaingirl.blogspot.com/2010/12/gift-that-keeps-on-giving.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3837010690081348700/posts/default/5862218628732995638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='html'>Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since i am sure i am not the only one that is running crazy getting ready for Christmas day..i just wanted to say .....i hope you all have a safe and happy Holiday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the one time of the year that my family can get together and enjoy each others company.i can't wait to watch my son's together...they act like they are 10 years old again...lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3837010690081348700-5802318512001584581?l=hismountaingirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hismountaingirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5802318512001584581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hismountaingirl.blogspot.com/2010/12/its-almost-christmas.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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trust..most people do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Past relationships,friends,lovers,spouses.....even family.It happens..sometimes the ones closest to us let us down...and being human we carry the baggage for years..i did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i carried my bags of hurt and distrust around for almost 2 decades...dutifully delivering the bundle to each new relationship...and i guess expected someone to make it all go away..Well that doesn't happen and i ultimately had to take out my own trash....nobody made me...i just got tired of packing it around and being unhappy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This has some to do with the choices i have made in the last couple of years....after soul searching and seriously accepting what i am and what i want for my future..i took deliberate steps to my happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were a couple of disappointments at first...my ex girlfriend rejected me for what she considered gross and wrong desires...(devastating..standing there in a garter and heels...)And the wanna be Dom that didn't have a clue what he was doing...&lt;br /&gt;(thankfully it was brief..)And even with these two rejections...i learned what i needed.And a few months later i found the Master i deserve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never a rejection from Him..no,just acceptance and encouragement....No blustery words of what he will do and how strong and dominant He is....Nope,He is dominant.No need to puff out His chest.He is a Master..deliberate,calm,strong,and very intense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as for trust....i am experiencing that in a very profound and deep way now.They say that trust is earned..i believe trust grows..it either lives and thrives in a relationship or doesn't exist at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simply speaking for myself...i trust my Master with my life..and my future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of all the feelings and emotions involved with being His slave...trust is one of the sweetest.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3837010690081348700-8033031852925319734?l=hismountaingirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hismountaingirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8033031852925319734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hismountaingirl.blogspot.com/2010/12/trust.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3837010690081348700/posts/default/8033031852925319734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3837010690081348700/posts/default/8033031852925319734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hismountaingirl.blogspot.com/2010/12/trust.html' title='Trust...'/><author><name>mountain girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06222347911449830954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3837010690081348700.post-8718284622481432411</id><published>2010-12-07T15:26:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-08T20:17:30.975-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A session filled with my favorite things......</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uP4Y5aSWDqQ/TP6Z4VY2qoI/AAAAAAAAAQA/FzSKMfD3Q_Y/s1600/portz4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 132px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uP4Y5aSWDqQ/TP6Z4VY2qoI/AAAAAAAAAQA/FzSKMfD3Q_Y/s200/portz4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548040984060144258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are not in order of how much i like them....they are in order of when they happened....(i think..lol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Biting...yes it hurts like hell....a sharp,hot pain..but He starts like a kiss slow and easy.. increasing the pressure until He is satisfied ...and i am soaking wet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ballgag and blindfold..kneeling before Him as He buckles my blindfold..always,always makes me feel safe and begins our journey.This time He also attached the ballgag..even though i love the ballgag..it has an impact on me emotionally..another step deeper into submission..no voice....(good lord i am getting wet just thinking about it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wrist and Ankle cuffs...usually done before the Ballgag..but this time not being able to see heightened the sensations..i was kneeling for my wrist cuffs...but standing for the ankle cuffs..precariously balancing on one foot while the other was perched on His thigh..taking His time to buckle them and play with His property...lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;crop...all over my ass and legs and pussy...so happy that He has one now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;clamps.....After all the attention He gave my breasts at the beginning of the session..roughly kneading them..squeezing them..and then biting them..they were extremely sensitive and putting the clamps on hurt at first..and then felt amazing as far as i am concerned He can put them anywhere He wants....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chain wrapped around my waist..down between my legs...if you haven't guessed yet...i love it when He binds me in chain.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Master bending me over the end of the bed and filling me...so amazing that this one seemingly simple act of taking me this way is soooo powerful...i feel very much my place as His slave like this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pussy spanking...with His Crop and the little leather thong whip...ooooh and clamps!&lt;br /&gt;He has used them a little before..but this time it felt different...He put a clamp on each side of the labia..and left them there for quite a little while..nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Master's Knife...it makes several appearances during this session...tracing lines around my nipples and the sides of my breasts...the tender skin on the insides of my thighs..and not to leave out the tenderest area of all ..this time he just barely touched my clit with the edge of it...absolutely awesome..very intense&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hogtied...sub space changes when He connects the 4 points...i go from floaty and fuzzy to focused and extremely aroused...ready for pretty much anything....i am finding that i really like this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fisting...i love the feeling of it..(now..)not sure just how much of His hand is in there though..even when He takes His hand out...i just keep cumming...i simply love the way He reads my body and finds the right pace and pressure making it a very pleasurable experience...not to mention wet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Master feeding me His sweet cream...kneeling between His legs..as He spanks me with the Crop...mmmmmm..pure heaven.&lt;div 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things......'/><author><name>mountain girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06222347911449830954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uP4Y5aSWDqQ/TP6Z4VY2qoI/AAAAAAAAAQA/FzSKMfD3Q_Y/s72-c/portz4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3837010690081348700.post-666970140288378286</id><published>2010-12-01T20:25:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-01T20:42:39.273-05:00</updated><title type='text'>On that note.....</title><content type='html'>i miss Him.....i need His touch and because of job's and schedule's and life ......it looks like i will not get my "fix" of Him for another week......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So....i will probably not post much for the next week....i mean how many times do you want to read about my need of Him....my cravings for His use of me....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And because i care about my readers..(and as a public service...)i will refrain from my whining and crying and other brat related meanderings....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there a 12 step program for slaves missing their Master's?........no?..well ok i will go clean something or... maybe i will paint a masterpiece..mmmmmm    who knows..&lt;br /&gt;i'll find something constructive to do.......lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3837010690081348700-666970140288378286?l=hismountaingirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hismountaingirl.blogspot.com/feeds/666970140288378286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hismountaingirl.blogspot.com/2010/12/on-that-note.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3837010690081348700/posts/default/666970140288378286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3837010690081348700/posts/default/666970140288378286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hismountaingirl.blogspot.com/2010/12/on-that-note.html' title='On that note.....'/><author><name>mountain girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06222347911449830954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3837010690081348700.post-6708881203486732339</id><published>2010-12-01T08:29:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-01T08:54:03.054-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Double edged sword...</title><content type='html'>Oh so long ago when Master and i began this journey..i thought the way i felt about Him and His use of me was intense..after all i had never felt this way before..never experienced that level of surrender...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as time has ticked by the feelings have grown..exponentially.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course it is to be expected..Master has cultivated this level of need and submission in me...encouraged the cravings for His touch.He has always known how much i would become addicted to Him.It pleases Him..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And living with my cravings and needs...gets challenging sometimes.There is no escape from thoughts of Him and dreams of His use of me....it is now a fact of life for me.It seems i walk through my daily tasks in a constant state of extreme arousal&lt;br /&gt;remembering..reliving if you will the sensation of His touch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have dealt with this in varying degrees of success for a long time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i simply love the fact that i am His.i belong to Him..this brings me great joy and inner peace...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3837010690081348700-6708881203486732339?l=hismountaingirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hismountaingirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6708881203486732339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hismountaingirl.blogspot.com/2010/12/double-edged-sword.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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be hogtied...helpless and vulnerable....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when He and i began...and the subject of "toys" came up....which was and still is often....we both mentioned the items that we would like to have...His list consisted of the basics....a sturdy paddle..blindfold..Anal plugs..and a decent flogger....And truth be told the man has choreographed a complete session with a zip tie and His belt.....(lol so we know He doesn't "need" toys...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He often asks me if there is anything that i would like to experience...any dirty little secret i would like to share...that He would just love to bring to life for me..and He has..many, many times..Thanks to His imagination i pretty much live all my wildest fantasies.So awhile back i sent Him a picture of a hogtie strap....with the link to the online store that was selling them..and He answered Yes..i could order it if i wanted to....no more was said until it came in the mail about a week later.i e mailed Him and told Him the good news....it had arrived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next time He came over for a session it was out on His table for Him to see...He looked at it turned it over in His hand ...and set it down.That session was amazing as they all have been..but He didn't use it on me....when He left that day i put it in His drawer by His chair...and kinda stopped thinking about it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weeks went by...Master and i had our time together..our sessions continued each one more amazing than the last...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine how my heart fluttered this last time...as i was kneeling before Him..mesmerized by His touch...as He gently buckled my cuffs to my wrists..(after putting clamps on my nipples)...dizzy with sensation and slavery....(the latter very much compounding the former.)As He kissed my neck..He locked my wrists behind my back.....at first i thought it was with the double ended snap hook...But as my fingers felt the metal and leather i realized what was about to happen...my breath quickened...i think i squeaked or moaned..(??)i do know that when He touched me again i came...juices trickling down my thighs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He gently helped me to my feet and laid me down on the bed...fastening my ankle cuffs.. He connected all 4 points .. behind me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was in a different space..... more focused..more aware..more aroused...i remember thinking..."mmmm finally..i am exactly where i should be...hogtied..spread wide open for Master.....oh good lord yes...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Usually i miss details..it is a fact of subspace life....if i get floaty and far away..which is wonderful....don't get me wrong..but details will escape me. And Master never complains when i get the sequence wrong or don't remember something right away...He understands the "spaces" He sends me to...He knows when i am there and more importantly..how to bring me back to Him...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway....this time..i am not "floaty" i am "very aware" and it was freaking awesome....This man...my Master has me trussed up and spread wide ....yet another fantasy cumming true...He touches me everywhere..i felt the edge of His knife..slowly tracing lines up and down my thighs..and the tender folds of my pussy&lt;br /&gt;even tracing along the inner,more sensitive folds..i felt like i was on the edge of a razor blade...so focused,,so ready for the next sensation.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i could hear Him moving around the room..i know for a fact that my hips were gyrating shamelessly off the bed...i felt kind of embarrassed (for just a second)and gave in to simply lusting for the next touch..His hand touching my thighs and my tummy...bidding me to be still..And then the sting of the crop on my pussy....OMG!oww!and another....and another..pretty soon i am arching up for the next strike...the leather started making wet sounds as He slapped the tender flesh...The pussy spanking stopped..as Master filled me with His fingers...slowly,expertly pushing me over the brink of a Tsunami type orgasm....(my bed was just soaked)...as i spun back to earth.. following His voice...He filled my mouth with heaven...still spread wide and hogtied..Master's left hand pulling my hair..pulling me closer..setting the pace ..cumming down my throat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3837010690081348700-5614183908790868707?l=hismountaingirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hismountaingirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5614183908790868707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hismountaingirl.blogspot.com/2010/11/hogtied.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3837010690081348700/posts/default/5614183908790868707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3837010690081348700/posts/default/5614183908790868707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hismountaingirl.blogspot.com/2010/11/hogtied.html' title='Hogtied...'/><author><name>mountain girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06222347911449830954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3837010690081348700.post-2200971487783452819</id><published>2010-11-24T14:19:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-24T14:39:56.043-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What are you thankful for slave?...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uP4Y5aSWDqQ/TO1nAaKYp_I/AAAAAAAAAPw/xqA25442aTg/s1600/session%2B003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uP4Y5aSWDqQ/TO1nAaKYp_I/AAAAAAAAAPw/xqA25442aTg/s200/session%2B003.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543199973083490290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For my place at Your feet Sir....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the look in Your eyes when You claim me over and over again....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the steady,confident way You lead me....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Your patience and guidance as i grow into the slave i was always meant to be....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Your imagination and finesse..as You introduce new sensations to me...( and may i say ..You have exceeded all my fantasies..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the pain/pleasure as You use me....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of all i am thankful that it was You.. that took my hand on this journey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank You Master....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3837010690081348700-2200971487783452819?l=hismountaingirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hismountaingirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2200971487783452819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hismountaingirl.blogspot.com/2010/11/what-are-you-thankful-for-slave.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3837010690081348700/posts/default/2200971487783452819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3837010690081348700/posts/default/2200971487783452819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hismountaingirl.blogspot.com/2010/11/what-are-you-thankful-for-slave.html' title='What are you thankful for slave?...'/><author><name>mountain girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06222347911449830954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uP4Y5aSWDqQ/TO1nAaKYp_I/AAAAAAAAAPw/xqA25442aTg/s72-c/session%2B003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3837010690081348700.post-6705368010837755300</id><published>2010-11-23T16:43:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-23T16:54:57.592-05:00</updated><title type='text'>want vs need...a quick thought...</title><content type='html'>i want Him...i need to feel His power...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to bend my knee..eyes downcast...i need Him to dominate me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to feel Him...i need Him to hurt me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to hear Him call me "that" word....i need to feel my place...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want His soft,sensuous touch...i need to surrender all that i am....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just a thought......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3837010690081348700-6705368010837755300?l=hismountaingirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hismountaingirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6705368010837755300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hismountaingirl.blogspot.com/2010/11/want-vs-needa-quick-thought.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3837010690081348700/posts/default/6705368010837755300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3837010690081348700/posts/default/6705368010837755300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hismountaingirl.blogspot.com/2010/11/want-vs-needa-quick-thought.html' title='want vs need...a quick thought...'/><author><name>mountain girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06222347911449830954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3837010690081348700.post-702297752094204490</id><published>2010-11-22T18:40:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-22T19:01:27.647-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank You Master....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uP4Y5aSWDqQ/TOsELBRU2VI/AAAAAAAAAPo/LuRoClE2IOc/s1600/felzl6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 133px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uP4Y5aSWDqQ/TOsELBRU2VI/AAAAAAAAAPo/LuRoClE2IOc/s200/felzl6.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542528353775704402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Master... my instructions were simple...have a glass of wine for You and be naked...  "s" arrived about half an hour before You...You had sent a message that You would be a little late..and for us to relax and wait for You..(but no touching each other...lol ..who us??) As we waited we poured a glass of wine and chatted..i threw on a robe......which went flying across the livingroom when i heard Your footsteps coming up the stairs...lol... it is still difficult to recount details....the best i can offer is what i felt as You took us through this sensational experience.&lt;br /&gt; First..Your kiss...i have to say my Lord that being kissed by You is amazing..the finesse and passion ..pleasure coursing through my body mixed with a little pain as You nibble and bite...and in that first kiss my journey to sub space began.And by the way.. watching You have that same effect on "s" is sooo hot!....&lt;br /&gt; Following You to the bedroom...she and i both standing before You....waiting to see what was going to happen next.. When You bent me over Your lap and spanked me with the big paddle i wanted to take more...i always mentally want more..i just wiggle away and can't be still...and the tears that followed were sweet..being pushed a little over my limit...a beautiful release.&lt;br /&gt;Then it was her turn....soo much harder to watch a spanking then get one....she is a very brave girl and took the paddle very well...she seems to have a higher tolerance than i do....Which is a win..win situation for You...lol.&lt;br /&gt; After You wrapped the scarf around my eyes and blindfolded "s" it all begins to blur...the sounds of You moving around the room..mixed with the moans and whimpers of she and i...are intoxicating to say the least...my body and mind reacting to Your touch...plugging my ass..and the edge of Your knife on tender places...that mixed with hearing her as You filled her as well ....and somehow it seems we both came at the same time....&lt;br /&gt; The next thing i remember is the cold slither of chain...i know that i began to tremble here..i couldn't stop myself..("s" even reached out to calm&gt; me...touching my shoulder.)But it wasn't fear that made me shake ..it was excitment..Master i love it when You bring out the chains....wrapping it around my neck and locking it there....and the sound of You doing the same for her....awesome....Another new twist was when You laid me on my back and let her watch as You filled me ...link by link ....the sensation of being filled and hearing her gasps and comments was soooo sexy..&lt;br /&gt; What follows in memories is jumbled...(the main reason this post has taken so long to put together..)i was so far gone in chain space...both of us sucking You...the feel of Your knife on the bottoms of my feet...mmmmm and my breasts..there are quite alot of marks still...And trying to take the entire length of You down my throat....still more work to be done there...&lt;br /&gt; And finally Sir...the sweet memory of You filling me with Your cream.....and You allowing "s" to lick and suck ..sharing..bring us all back to chatting playfully..the easy calm feeling after our sessions is wonderful....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Your slave/slut&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3837010690081348700-702297752094204490?l=hismountaingirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hismountaingirl.blogspot.com/feeds/702297752094204490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hismountaingirl.blogspot.com/2010/11/thank-you-master.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3837010690081348700/posts/default/702297752094204490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3837010690081348700/posts/default/702297752094204490'/><link 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life altering changes...all for the better mind you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Master collared me in July..and that day kneeling before Him i felt complete in my submission to Him.And that feeling has grown...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have grown..recently i posted about this change..this metamorphisis.Finding freedom in slavery..or better yet...finding freedom in my slavery to Him..because it is all about Him..He is the one that educated and trained my body and mind.my heart and soul soon followed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's His voice that i hear in my dreams...His hands that wield the paddle or belt or whatever he chooses to use on me...those same hands sending my body into waves of pleasure....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems that no matter what i am doing ..or where i am ..i am thinking of Him..His use of me ...ways to please Him.This leaves me soaking wet and throbbing most of the time....*sigh*... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway..still not sleepy...i am getting my notes together for my next post..about todays session with Master and "s"...it was wonderful and intense..(no surprise there)but as usual i missed some details...i will have to compare notes with "s"....That usually helps.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3837010690081348700-8452339192527943568?l=hismountaingirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hismountaingirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8452339192527943568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hismountaingirl.blogspot.com/2010/11/its-after-2-am-and-i-am-still-not.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3837010690081348700/posts/default/8452339192527943568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3837010690081348700/posts/default/8452339192527943568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hismountaingirl.blogspot.com/2010/11/its-after-2-am-and-i-am-still-not.html' title='It&apos;s after 2 am and i am still not sleepy....'/><author><name>mountain girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06222347911449830954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3837010690081348700.post-6821284677866143987</id><published>2010-11-15T18:40:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-17T01:46:53.487-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dream vs Reality</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uP4Y5aSWDqQ/TOHiHcoW8QI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/ucBnYV_Cdzo/s1600/52768908v1_225x225_Front_padToSquare-true.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uP4Y5aSWDqQ/TOHiHcoW8QI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/ucBnYV_Cdzo/s200/52768908v1_225x225_Front_padToSquare-true.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539957634214850818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh if only dreams came true.......in some cases they do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have always been a practical girl...my entire life i dealt with my circumstances and my future in a realistic manner....i knew that things would be "ok"..no matter how stressful they became..me and mine would make out alright. my Grandmother told me when i was 8 or 9..that i was special..(all Grandmothers say that ..i know...lol)&lt;br /&gt;But she also made sure to tell me when i reached my early teens that there was something unusual about me...that it was precious and to never lose it until i could give it to someone special.(yeah at the time i was confused too..)And as the years rolled by i thought about that every once in a while....did she mean my marriage at such a young age??..no.Maybe she meant my being a single Mother for sooo many years..ehh..probably not.Oh i know she was referring to my living the alternative lifestyle of a lesbian for 18 years....surely that was it.....no,i don't think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the reason i think this is....no matter what changes happened in my life..no matter who i was with(or alone)one thing about me..my "id" remained the same...my core..who and what i am ...and always have been remained constant......i am a slave.&lt;br /&gt;i was born to be a slave(do not confuse that with being a doormat...that i am not.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think that is what my Grandmother saw when i was so young...And what a lovely compliment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as i grew to be a woman and worked through life's struggles..raising my babies i subconsciously looked for that someone special...i knew what kind of soul that person needed to have..i thought once or twice that i had found it ..only to realize the facade or the mask that some showed me to win my heart were just lies......And how heartbreaking to figure out that yet another seemingly strong,confident soul was just window dressing....no substance. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i even went so far as to go back to an Ex...and confess my needs..hoping desperately maybe to find what i thought just might be there.What i craved and unfortunately would not find there.(humiliating....and pathetic...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i spent the following year or so soul searching...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And after a brief "trial and error" period i found what i had searched for...And here is where Dream vs Reality kicks in...At the time i thought if i was lucky maybe a few of my fantasies would come true..like kneeling before a handsome man..eyes downcast..offering my body and soul as He pulls me over His lap and spanks me...ahh those were fantasies that carried me many years in my life alone..(and many.many..nights alone with my hand between my legs...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had no earthly idea when i met my Master that i would live not only those mild little fantasies but more....much more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i would no longer be the solitary submissive lurking on bdsm sites watching other girls being used..tied and spanked...dominated and fucked....in hundreds of different ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i would live that use...by this powerful handsome man...not just submitting to Him but used..claimed..owned..by Him.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And not just used..but surrounded..immersed in my slavery to Him.i would grow from the nervous submissive..trembling semi naked in a motel room..to this......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am His slave/slut...i am calm and confident in the path that He has chosen to take me down.i am focused 24/7 on His happiness..His pleasure.devoted to Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i no longer long for sensation..i swim in it.i don't lament on a life unlived...i live and breathe a life graciously given to me by my Master..reveling in the colors and textures of new experiences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as He adds new sensations and experiences..which he does always.i feel safe to enjoy.. with Him watching and guiding me.Enhancing me..making me become more.sometimes on the verge of tears....of pure happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cried today...beautiful..happy tears.Master spanked me and touched my soul at the same time....He does this alot.....ahhhh, but i cry when He kisses me..or when He touches that which he owns.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am very aware of how lucky i am to have found Him..and even more fortunate that He and i fit together so well...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3837010690081348700-6821284677866143987?l=hismountaingirl.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uP4Y5aSWDqQ/TOHiHcoW8QI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/ucBnYV_Cdzo/s72-c/52768908v1_225x225_Front_padToSquare-true.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3837010690081348700.post-3547133308047992390</id><published>2010-11-14T15:32:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-14T18:32:57.610-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It can't be easy...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uP4Y5aSWDqQ/TOBN5qoXpVI/AAAAAAAAAO4/wmYul1SQEoQ/s1600/11949846511933833817man_in_chair_-_thinking_01_svg_thumb.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 100px; height: 92px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uP4Y5aSWDqQ/TOBN5qoXpVI/AAAAAAAAAO4/wmYul1SQEoQ/s200/11949846511933833817man_in_chair_-_thinking_01_svg_thumb.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539513194757203282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm just saying..i can only imagine what He must go through.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The demands of His job...can't be easy.i imagine His employer and co-workers make it a bit tough sometimes.....he never complains though..just does what he must to do His job to the best of His ability...as only He can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What about family and friends...also could be demanding..again....no complaints.He does what he has to for all of the people in His life that need Him...maintaining stability and compassion...after all they need him..all in different ways.And he is not going to let any of them down...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rest for Him is precious when it comes...maybe as He drives..His mind can relax a little...or perhaps that private moment in the shower...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does He ever get the time He needs?....just Master time...no one trying to ask a question...or maybe needing something..a bit of His attention..or advice..or the keys to the car..i wonder...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you ever stop and think about any of this??...how many other people pulling on His arm...calling,asking,bugging,can you do this??...would you mind stopping for that??..I need this on my desk by tomorrow!..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't really have a solution....no and i am guilty as hell of being one of the many waiting for His attention.....quietly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just think He pulls it off beautifully...seems almost effortless...His strength and composure and energy(my god..the man has some energy..)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3837010690081348700-3547133308047992390?l=hismountaingirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hismountaingirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3547133308047992390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hismountaingirl.blogspot.com/2010/11/day-in-life-of-his-royal-hotness.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3837010690081348700/posts/default/3547133308047992390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3837010690081348700/posts/default/3547133308047992390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hismountaingirl.blogspot.com/2010/11/day-in-life-of-his-royal-hotness.html' title='It can&apos;t be easy...'/><author><name>mountain girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06222347911449830954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uP4Y5aSWDqQ/TOBN5qoXpVI/AAAAAAAAAO4/wmYul1SQEoQ/s72-c/11949846511933833817man_in_chair_-_thinking_01_svg_thumb.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3837010690081348700.post-243853339479274842</id><published>2010-11-10T22:54:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-11T14:00:02.178-05:00</updated><title type='text'>more on balance...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uP4Y5aSWDqQ/TNw6IbFFJ2I/AAAAAAAAAOw/evyQpN4G3Ms/s1600/images%2Bmice.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 127px; height: 106px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uP4Y5aSWDqQ/TNw6IbFFJ2I/AAAAAAAAAOw/evyQpN4G3Ms/s200/images%2Bmice.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538365558141298530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the same note as my previous post i do want to say that one of the things i love the most about being His and belonging to Him is that in our dynamic the power He has is amazing...it's calm and confident and very intense.And in my submission i have had very little struggle..i usually feel calm and pliable in His hands...i don't rebel or fuss and never sass or argue....and that will stay that way...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So having a moment of bratty feelings for not getting time with Him is reason enough i think to take a deeper look inside of myself...He hasn't complained and trust me if he saw a problem with my behavior He is quite capable of correcting it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe that momentary lapse was caused by being denied(albeit briefly) what i most crave...like an addict.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps simply recognizing the weakness and focusing more on relaxing and calming my mind it will be easier to manage the deep cravings and focus on the only thing that truly matters...and that is making him happy and proud that He chose me to be His slave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Contrary to popular beliefs..that does not always mean sexual service or use...sometimes that means being patient and supportive.An enhancement to His life not a stress...As mouse said in one of her recent posts(one of my favorite fellow bloggers )mouse only wanted to be pleasing to her Master.....she wanted to do things for Him...she wanted to lessen His load and make His life as pleasurable as possible....sincerely an inspiration to me.and just as mouse learns to please her Master by trial and error..so do i.refining my efforts daily sometimes...lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's to proactive slavery...*hugs mouse*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3837010690081348700-243853339479274842?l=hismountaingirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hismountaingirl.blogspot.com/feeds/243853339479274842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hismountaingirl.blogspot.com/2010/11/more-on-balance.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3837010690081348700/posts/default/243853339479274842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3837010690081348700/posts/default/243853339479274842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hismountaingirl.blogspot.com/2010/11/more-on-balance.html' title='more on balance...'/><author><name>mountain girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06222347911449830954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uP4Y5aSWDqQ/TNw6IbFFJ2I/AAAAAAAAAOw/evyQpN4G3Ms/s72-c/images%2Bmice.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3837010690081348700.post-2296539497852447742</id><published>2010-11-10T19:36:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-10T20:21:19.614-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Balance....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uP4Y5aSWDqQ/TNtEuypVsTI/AAAAAAAAAOo/dWfFyca6vmE/s1600/_2F_images_2F_origs_2F_809_2F__woman_kneeling__with_head_down___c_2009_diana_moses_botkin__charcoal_drawing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uP4Y5aSWDqQ/TNtEuypVsTI/AAAAAAAAAOo/dWfFyca6vmE/s200/_2F_images_2F_origs_2F_809_2F__woman_kneeling__with_head_down___c_2009_diana_moses_botkin__charcoal_drawing.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538095737441988914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His slave/slut...and very happy to be so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His happiness and pleasure are foremost in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each time He wants or needs me i will do whatever is necessary to please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So..why am i feeling like a selfish child?...because he is going out of town for a couple of day's and had mentioned maybe getting together briefly this morning before we had to go to work... and i got excited...at the thought of being used by Him and the opportunity to slip away for a rendezvous of sorts..It didn't work out ...not enough time to enjoy all that He owns.Completely understandable.....Master enjoys taking His time...savoring every moment...and never rushes through a session.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when he said it wasn't going to happen..for just the briefest moment i felt selfish.Not proud of it..and it kind of makes me wonder ...perhaps i need to work on a couple of things...But as i give my body..heart..mind and soul for His pleasure it thrills me beyond words....(i crave this feeling all of the time..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i also felt a little guilty that i reacted (in an e mail)like a petulant child...&lt;br /&gt;He already has enough on His plate...doesn't need a bratty slave pouting over having to wait a few day's for her Master's attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway....he will be back soon.And i will refine my focus on my slavery to Him.&lt;br /&gt;i don't like the way it felt to be a brat..even if it was only for a second.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3837010690081348700-2296539497852447742?l=hismountaingirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hismountaingirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2296539497852447742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hismountaingirl.blogspot.com/2010/11/balance.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3837010690081348700/posts/default/2296539497852447742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3837010690081348700/posts/default/2296539497852447742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hismountaingirl.blogspot.com/2010/11/balance.html' title='Balance....'/><author><name>mountain girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06222347911449830954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uP4Y5aSWDqQ/TNtEuypVsTI/AAAAAAAAAOo/dWfFyca6vmE/s72-c/_2F_images_2F_origs_2F_809_2F__woman_kneeling__with_head_down___c_2009_diana_moses_botkin__charcoal_drawing.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3837010690081348700.post-3115654497734291366</id><published>2010-11-07T07:59:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-07T08:30:22.190-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Even when He's not here...</title><content type='html'>i dearly love to share with my readers the goings on of Master's use of me..of course that is if i can remember all of the details ...lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that use isn't all that happens between us....we don't live together so there are days and sometimes more that we do not see each other.But that doesn't mean i am "unattended"... It doesn't matter that He is not "here" in person.....He is under my skin...in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He has actually very few rules for me to follow...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No masturbating...&lt;br /&gt;Daily anal training...(sleep with small plug and one hour morning and night with medium plug...it used to be while driving back and forth to work..but i don't drive anymore.)&lt;br /&gt;Grooming..(shaved and smooth)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first i struggled with the first two....for years the only orgasms i had were at my own hand..And anal training ..well at the very least it was uncomfortable...it's better now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far the result of these rules is...i am in an almost constant state of arousal.And of course thinking about Him in any way just makes it worse....which happens all the time..awake or in my dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;always His.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3837010690081348700-3115654497734291366?l=hismountaingirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hismountaingirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3115654497734291366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hismountaingirl.blogspot.com/2010/11/even-when-hes-not-here.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3837010690081348700/posts/default/3115654497734291366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3837010690081348700/posts/default/3115654497734291366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hismountaingirl.blogspot.com/2010/11/even-when-hes-not-here.html' title='Even when He&apos;s not here...'/><author><name>mountain girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06222347911449830954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3837010690081348700.post-6098794281300802368</id><published>2010-11-05T10:58:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-11-05T16:06:21.341-04:00</updated><title type='text'>New levels....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uP4Y5aSWDqQ/TNRiVzjs4MI/AAAAAAAAAOg/VcwHkjctj6s/s1600/portz4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 132px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uP4Y5aSWDqQ/TNRiVzjs4MI/AAAAAAAAAOg/VcwHkjctj6s/s200/portz4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536157968701907138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His imagination never ceases to amaze me...and His seemingly effortless ability to take me to new levels always impress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kneeling in my place before Him yesterday...my thoughts were simple and focused...&lt;br /&gt;i am there for His use..i am there to serve..i am His slave..free to worship and adore Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i trembled a little waiting ...and melted completely the moment He touched me....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His nibbles and bites lay the foundation of use yet to come....clamps on my nipples..chain wound between my breasts and locked at the back of my neck just secure to me to Him as i drift into space....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my wrists were secured over my head to the door...blindfolded..bound..and tingling from the first few orgasms at presentation..As He strikes my breasts and belly,thighs and pussy with His new crop....oh how perfect that felt..just the right amount of sensuous sting..did i feel the wheel being slowly ran over tender still pink flesh?....yes i think so.....between slaps with His new toy He played with me..touching, tweaking ...His fingers driving me over the edge again and again..i remember saying "ahh Master i am standing in my own cum"...he leaned in very close.. with His hand still partially in me and said"What did you say slut?"....oh god with those words i came again in His hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He gently helped me to the end of the bed and laid me down on my back...my wrists were secured above my head to the corners of the bed.....i heard the sound of more chain.....and shivered..i thought maybe he was going to wind it around my legs or waist...mmmmmm.But i felt it between my legs...what?..no He wouldn't..would He?...i tried not to struggle ..to be still. The feeling of His fingers playing...filling me ..and then link by link He filled me with cold unyielding chain.....He laid the chain up over my clit...across my belly.....toying with me.. slapping my feet and thighs and pussy with the crop...As He pulled the chain slowly from my body He pulled a wrenching orgasm from my soul...now it felt hot and flowing...chain covered in juices...soaked in submission and tears of a naked slave...as He helped me to my knees..and nestled me safely in my place at His feet i felt that familiar stirring in my soul..the joy of His gift..He feeds me ..provides what i must have to live now.my Masters cream....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If chain wrapped around my body takes me to chain space.. a bright illuminated place&lt;br /&gt;i dearly love.... chain inside of my body felt like liquid light...Perhaps i can make more sense of this after another dozen times or so.....mmmmmm&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3837010690081348700-6098794281300802368?l=hismountaingirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hismountaingirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6098794281300802368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hismountaingirl.blogspot.com/2010/11/new-levels.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3837010690081348700/posts/default/6098794281300802368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3837010690081348700/posts/default/6098794281300802368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hismountaingirl.blogspot.com/2010/11/new-levels.html' title='New levels....'/><author><name>mountain girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06222347911449830954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uP4Y5aSWDqQ/TNRiVzjs4MI/AAAAAAAAAOg/VcwHkjctj6s/s72-c/portz4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3837010690081348700.post-1179181983778779579</id><published>2010-11-03T07:00:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-11-03T07:24:11.991-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a thought</title><content type='html'>i couldn't sleep...my mind keeps wandering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There have been so many changes inside of me in the last year..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing that keeps going through my head is how my perception of my submission and slavery to Master has changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we began i wrote here in my blog (in volumes!) all my thoughts on what it meant to me...all that i would be willing to do...how kneeling before Him made me feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all of it is still true....only deeper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More profound....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's as if i woke recently in a new skin...a slave skin...or maybe a better way to describe it is a metamorphosis.i began as His submissive and emerged as His slave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i find my mind simplifying..refining..sorting out the clutter. It is alleviating stress by the ton's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had written awhile back that i found freedom in my slavery to Him..i just didn't realize then how deeply beautiful that would feel.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3837010690081348700-1179181983778779579?l=hismountaingirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hismountaingirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1179181983778779579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hismountaingirl.blogspot.com/2010/11/just-thought.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3837010690081348700/posts/default/1179181983778779579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3837010690081348700/posts/default/1179181983778779579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hismountaingirl.blogspot.com/2010/11/just-thought.html' title='Just a thought'/><author><name>mountain girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06222347911449830954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3837010690081348700.post-115337305384962315</id><published>2010-10-31T19:08:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-31T19:36:57.242-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Chain space......shared.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uP4Y5aSWDqQ/TM39Id0EIUI/AAAAAAAAAOY/iNVdEoONRV0/s1600/herric1+arte+bdsm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 129px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uP4Y5aSWDqQ/TM39Id0EIUI/AAAAAAAAAOY/iNVdEoONRV0/s200/herric1+arte+bdsm.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534357838991991106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i tried..i really did...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wrote the post from last session with sis (sister in submission) and Master and He had put us both in chains ..tied us together....so freaking hot..but "space "cadet that i am i could not for the life of me figure out when..where in that wonderful..erotic afternoon it happened.sooo here is what i experienced in those beautiful,precious moments...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was standing naked (just a pair of high heels and wrist cuffs..)blindfolded...listening to Master  moving around the room..i could hear sis..soft sounds of her breathing,sighing...and then the slither of chain...oh god...i remember trembling..from anticipation..i love chain space.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didn't know if He was going to put the chain on me for sis to see(she told Him she really wanted to see that)or if He was going to chain her and i together...it turned out to be the latter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway ...once i heard the chain i felt His hand touch me ..soothing and reassuring me...and then He wrapped it around my neck...securing it behind me..running it between my legs..and up between my breasts..snugly locked at the base of my throat....i think He whispered something in my ear.but i was pretty well gone at this point.i heard Him putting chains on sis..and she seemed to quiet down a bit...He moved us together breast to breast...her wrists secured behind my back and mine behind hers......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i could hear her words..feel her silky soft cheek against mine...knowing that Master was moving around us..i wondered what might be next...and my answer was the hot kiss of leather on my backside...and the sound of the same on hers...a sharp intake of breath..a little wimper..her hand reaching down to gently rub the sting away from His last strike.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Master enjoyed using both of us in this way...and we simply loved it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is to many more lashings by His Royal Hotness..tied to this lovely lady&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3837010690081348700-115337305384962315?l=hismountaingirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hismountaingirl.blogspot.com/feeds/115337305384962315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hismountaingirl.blogspot.com/2010/10/chain-spaceshared.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3837010690081348700/posts/default/115337305384962315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3837010690081348700/posts/default/115337305384962315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hismountaingirl.blogspot.com/2010/10/chain-spaceshared.html' title='Chain space......shared.'/><author><name>mountain girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06222347911449830954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uP4Y5aSWDqQ/TM39Id0EIUI/AAAAAAAAAOY/iNVdEoONRV0/s72-c/herric1+arte+bdsm.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3837010690081348700.post-3631700888072595268</id><published>2010-10-29T20:21:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-31T19:08:25.157-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Master's sluts</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uP4Y5aSWDqQ/TMtnn7V9VeI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/OxHR3c5y8eA/s1600/v+pics+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uP4Y5aSWDqQ/TMtnn7V9VeI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/OxHR3c5y8eA/s200/v+pics+014.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533630502797137378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could it get hotter?...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knowing Master's imagination..i would say probably..yes.i am not sure how.....but definitely yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sis(sister in submission) had arrived about 15 minutes before Master...and scurrying around getting ready seemed natural and comfortable..helping her with the buckles on her outfit...getting out the wine glasses...giggling.we were ready just in time....in He walked.i handed Him His glass of champagne (sis's idea to toast...lol)....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a sip...we were to follow Him into the bedroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Presentation...takes on a new facet when another sub is involved...i was mesmerized.&lt;br /&gt;He was in no hurry..taking His time with both of us.The touch of His hand ..the slow easy way He explores my body..sent me well on my way to sub space...but as i began to drift..i realized that sis was on her own little journey...He is truly talented..(if not ambidextrous...)His 2 sluts..each on our way to cumming for Him...His way of getting the session well underway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Standing there He bent me over His knee..partly to check out the word He had carved into my ass last week and of course to spank me..and then He spanked her..i watched with a lump in my throat..she took the smacks of the Son of Buster paddle alot better than i did..i wanted to reach out and soothe her red bottom...but i didn't.up until recently i had taken my spankings or floggings alone...it is quite a bit more emotional sharing and watching another...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we both knelt before Him...we were both cuffed hands behind our backs..blindfolded..and i heard a sound that made my juices trickle down my leg....a loud resounding "SLAP".. sis's sharp intake of breath..and little moan...i felt the next one...and instantly felt warm and safe..opened up...He took turns slapping each of us..(amazingly He left no marks..)Then deeply kissing us in turn...biting our tongues almost to the point of tears...stopping to soothe and calm.....just to take us to the next level.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i became a bit spacey here..kneeling,blindfolded...rocking a little back on my heels...and i heard Master behind me..and the sound of sis making little sounds as He situated her on the bed....after a few minutes He helped me to my feet and guided me to the end of the bed....And i have to admit this part is way HOT...doing something that i personally love to do...with the encouragment of my Master ..plus getting smacked on the ass!...heaven.Now remember here i am still blindfolded..i can hear what He is doing to her...but not see it.i can sense her reactions to the pain and the pleasure...i can feel her cumming over and over...and Master whispering His instructions and praises to us both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our positions were switched...and while i was on my back He rolled the wheel on the soles of my feet....how can something hurt like that and feel so good?...mmmmm..pussy spanking..slapping my breasts....Master straddling my face..sucking Him..(too deep and i choked...)He helped me up..after composing myself ..sis and i shared the honor of sucking Him again...taking our time and enjoying every second....i never thought i would enjoy sharing this with anyone ..but it was fun and playful..just plain sexy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time Master came inside of her ..i had not experienced that before watching Him fill another with His cream...i licked Him clean..then her.. savoring the taste of their cum combined...as she finished cumming in my mouth...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3837010690081348700-3631700888072595268?l=hismountaingirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hismountaingirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3631700888072595268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hismountaingirl.blogspot.com/2010/10/masters-sluts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3837010690081348700/posts/default/3631700888072595268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3837010690081348700/posts/default/3631700888072595268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hismountaingirl.blogspot.com/2010/10/masters-sluts.html' title='Master&apos;s sluts'/><author><name>mountain girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06222347911449830954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uP4Y5aSWDqQ/TMtnn7V9VeI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/OxHR3c5y8eA/s72-c/v+pics+014.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3837010690081348700.post-6786167913517113912</id><published>2010-10-24T06:54:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-31T10:15:09.294-04:00</updated><title type='text'>So vivid ....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uP4Y5aSWDqQ/TMQWEX94GyI/AAAAAAAAAOI/g4QANddgYPc/s1600/635_160.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 111px; height: 160px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uP4Y5aSWDqQ/TMQWEX94GyI/AAAAAAAAAOI/g4QANddgYPc/s200/635_160.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531570506726644514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i woke several hours ago...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was sure He was there..i could feel Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was on my back..hands over my head..knees up and spread wide open....i could feel the trickle of my juices making a wet spot on my bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my heart was racing..waiting for His next touch.just the tiniest bit of sweat on my face.In this split second of twilight between dream and reality i was sure He was in my bed...but no.For all the throbbing and clenching and writhing my body was doing...it was in vain.Master's little slut was alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have been awake since 4 am ...my mind can't return to sleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3837010690081348700-6786167913517113912?l=hismountaingirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hismountaingirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6786167913517113912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hismountaingirl.blogspot.com/2010/10/so-vivid.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3837010690081348700/posts/default/6786167913517113912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3837010690081348700/posts/default/6786167913517113912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hismountaingirl.blogspot.com/2010/10/so-vivid.html' title='So vivid ....'/><author><name>mountain girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06222347911449830954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uP4Y5aSWDqQ/TMQWEX94GyI/AAAAAAAAAOI/g4QANddgYPc/s72-c/635_160.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3837010690081348700.post-7532495362294158639</id><published>2010-10-22T15:48:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-22T17:27:10.660-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Master delivers...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uP4Y5aSWDqQ/TMIBdSYX9dI/AAAAAAAAANg/rZ0xcmcwavs/s1600/slut.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uP4Y5aSWDqQ/TMIBdSYX9dI/AAAAAAAAANg/rZ0xcmcwavs/s200/slut.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530984895026296274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It happened almost instantly this time...slipping into sub space.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Master arrived this morning and i stood before Him..the moment was soft and sensual...His hands lightly touching me..His face so close as if He were inhaling my very essence.it was here that i began to slip away..knowing that i was safe in His hands and sensation would be the name of todays dance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tender nibbles on my breasts..His fingers parting my thighs..the sweetest of orgasms making my knees buckle and cum trickle down my legs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clamps not only on my nipples but also on the tender flesh just above..it felt amazing..kneeling,removing His shoes..blindfolded..His cheek touching mine..i was so gone at this point i think there were tears in my eyes,it was pure bliss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Master helped me to my feet..and turned me around..arms up over my head...i could hear the slither of the chain..my heart started racing...yes!oh god yes..i absolutely love chain space..He wrapped it around my waist and crisscrossed it between my breasts closing it behind my neck...it feels awesome..it is cold and tight and unlike rope or even leather..there is NO give in it.mmmmmmmmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He had said He would do it..mark me.carve that word in my ass...the thought of it has had me soaking wet for days...why?..because He wants to do it.and i want to give that to Him.So once chained and blindfolded and safely in space He bent me over the end of my bed....my ass was plugged and the next sensation was heat on my left butt cheek..it was beautiful..i love hot wax.i could hear my own moans and whimpers..His voice,His hands holding me steady..soothing me.Next was the exquisite edge of His knife slowly carving letters in my flesh..s..l..u..t....topped of by a brief heartfelt paddling.The man is truly devoted to His art!..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did i mention that sensation was todays dance??..theres more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was told to kneel in the middle of the bed...more chain was brought out.my ankles were chained up to my waist(sort of a hog tie position..)making me cum several times with one of the toys..He switched from pleasure to pain smacking the bottoms of my feet with the little paddle.....wow! i had always wondered how that would feel and now i know...yes it hurts and yes i want Him to do it again..(maybe with one of the slappy toys next time)...And back to pleasure...His hand filling me..sending waves crashing through my mind...as the longest orgasm i have ever had rolled on and on.&lt;br /&gt;i went a little dumb here..(shocking i know..) but my brain didn't kick back in for a few minutes...Master had bound my hands behind my back and i found myself trying to unhook them (?) i guess i wanted my hands in front of me for balance..anyway seeing me struggle he helped me down to the foot of the bed and unlocked my wrists..soothed and safe on my knees before my Master..He gave me what i needed and have craved for so long.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3837010690081348700-7532495362294158639?l=hismountaingirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hismountaingirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7532495362294158639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hismountaingirl.blogspot.com/2010/10/master-delivers.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3837010690081348700/posts/default/7532495362294158639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3837010690081348700/posts/default/7532495362294158639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hismountaingirl.blogspot.com/2010/10/master-delivers.html' title='Master delivers...'/><author><name>mountain girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06222347911449830954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uP4Y5aSWDqQ/TMIBdSYX9dI/AAAAAAAAANg/rZ0xcmcwavs/s72-c/slut.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3837010690081348700.post-1554069527319387669</id><published>2010-10-21T22:23:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-21T22:37:40.330-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Following Suit...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uP4Y5aSWDqQ/TMD4tVcCudI/AAAAAAAAANY/sw-tWs2_NkQ/s1600/kierst2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 151px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uP4Y5aSWDqQ/TMD4tVcCudI/AAAAAAAAANY/sw-tWs2_NkQ/s200/kierst2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530693800143534546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Apparently..this is Love your Lurker week.....and i do!....i do..i do ...i do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bless my Lurkers...Y'all stop by every day and read about my sordid,tawdry,dirty,sexy,sensuous,finally fu#$ing fulfilling life.......bless you all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since March of this year my blog has had OVER 11,600 visitor's.......WooooooHooooo...&lt;br /&gt;like most of my fellow bloggers i love to get feedback...if you you have any feeling or opinion about what you read on my blog.....say so.i won't bite..(well...sometimes..but only if Master say's it's ok...lol)i promise to answer any questions and respond to any opinions you may leave....that is if i can get to the computer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3837010690081348700-1554069527319387669?l=hismountaingirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hismountaingirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1554069527319387669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hismountaingirl.blogspot.com/2010/10/following-suit.html#comment-form' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3837010690081348700/posts/default/1554069527319387669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3837010690081348700/posts/default/1554069527319387669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hismountaingirl.blogspot.com/2010/10/following-suit.html' title='Following Suit...'/><author><name>mountain girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06222347911449830954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uP4Y5aSWDqQ/TMD4tVcCudI/AAAAAAAAANY/sw-tWs2_NkQ/s72-c/kierst2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3837010690081348700.post-2203109561193359531</id><published>2010-10-19T10:34:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-19T10:45:47.441-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A peek at a private  e mail to Master..</title><content type='html'>Master&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; i have heard that kneeling for a golden shower or being slapped or put into&lt;br /&gt;&gt; a kneeling position is humiliating...but i don't feel humiliated when You&lt;br /&gt;&gt; use me..or when i kneel and i certainly didn't feel humiliated when you slapped    me...i&lt;br /&gt;&gt; always feel calm and safe and exactly where i belong.i mean what's the&lt;br /&gt;&gt; point of submitting to a Master if the slave only feels humiliated and&lt;br /&gt;&gt; frightened all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; i imagine being peed on has an element of humiliation..but if that is what i&lt;br /&gt;&gt; am.. and what i am for ...Your pleasure,Your entertainment to do whatever&lt;br /&gt;&gt; You see fit to do. then when i gave my power to You that is what i wanted.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; On another note....there are some similarities between "s" and myself..but&lt;br /&gt;&gt; also some differences..she likes the sensation of pain no matter who&lt;br /&gt;&gt; administers it but she is not into the total power exchange..and that is&lt;br /&gt;&gt; cool it's what works for her.. she is a lovely lady..i am glad to know her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  i on the other hand am&lt;br /&gt;&gt; very much into giving my power and surrendering..the pain is exquisite only&lt;br /&gt;&gt; because You give it to me..i am not interested in being beaten or spanked or&lt;br /&gt;&gt; used unless You derive pleasure from it.then it rocks my world..but just for&lt;br /&gt;&gt; the sake of pain ...doesn't really do anything for me i mean some people&lt;br /&gt;&gt; self spank or have "buddies " that spank them without a deeper&lt;br /&gt;&gt; dynamic....our session with "s" was enjoyable and i had fun playing girly&lt;br /&gt;&gt; games with her...but only because You sanctioned it and it brings You&lt;br /&gt;&gt; enjoyment..You said before that there was a power in sharing what You own&lt;br /&gt;&gt; and i can see that now..&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3837010690081348700-2203109561193359531?l=hismountaingirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hismountaingirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2203109561193359531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hismountaingirl.blogspot.com/2010/10/peek-at-private-e-mail-to-master.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3837010690081348700/posts/default/2203109561193359531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3837010690081348700/posts/default/2203109561193359531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hismountaingirl.blogspot.com/2010/10/peek-at-private-e-mail-to-master.html' title='A peek at a private  e mail to Master..'/><author><name>mountain girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06222347911449830954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3837010690081348700.post-4070278854331794588</id><published>2010-10-19T09:28:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-19T09:46:50.950-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Twos company..Three's a great time....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uP4Y5aSWDqQ/TL2eGzCNzrI/AAAAAAAAANQ/aiAGiYpI2u4/s1600/918_160.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 160px; height: 120px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uP4Y5aSWDqQ/TL2eGzCNzrI/AAAAAAAAANQ/aiAGiYpI2u4/s200/918_160.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529749757096742578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;photo found on xhamster/photos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Master had set the date and time for this last session with another submissive woman..she and i had met last week at His suggestion..to help ease any tension we may have had. She arrived at my house about 20 minutes before Master did..and we were&gt; ready (but just barely...lol) she was still scurrying around putting her things away when He walked up the stairs.This memory of Him still makes me wet...His intensity changes the atmosphere in the room...and i find myself instantly and utterly under His spell.anyway..once He was inside our session began as He greeted and touched us both then took us to the bedroom...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; i wasn't sure how this Presentation would go..would we individually Present ourselves while the other stood aside and watched ? or would it be together?...turned out it was a little bit of both...Master taking turns with each of us..removing my blouse and then her pretty nightie and then back to me.. removing my skirt....pinching and playing with both of us at His leisure..i was pleasantly surprised how relaxed and easy everything was unfolding....He eventually sent me off for His glass of wine. When i came back in the room He had her on the edge of an orgasm..(so hot to watch..her pretty face all flushed red..) He motioned for me to stand on the other side of Him as her breathing slowed just a little and she opened her eyes...He had pulled me close to Him and nibbled and bit my nipples... His hand sending wave after wave of pleasure washing over me..for just a moment i forgot she was in the room until i opened my eyes and saw her smiling at us...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; i was  blindfolded first..and so alot of what i think happened i heard and did not see..but let me say this..to "hear' another girl moan in pleasure and then hear the smack of a paddle and hear her cries is freaking HOT...i knew what she was feeling..the pleasure of His hand and the pain of His paddle. i could almost feel her suffering and her excitement....And of course an equal number of times it was my cries and moans the resounded through my room.Every once in awhile her hand would find mine and we would share a little squeeze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; i want to mention here that this was a new experience for me..and although there were some of the same things happening with her there..i found my response was different..When Master and i are alone and He touches me or spanks me or bites..it is so focused and intense...literally dozens of orgasms one after another until i see stars...sometimes all He has to do is whisper in my ear and cum streams down my legs...as i float away to spaces that only He can send me to.But this time with her there it was exciting and&gt; erotic and i truly enjoyed listening and watching the whole thing. But i was&gt; a little distracted this time. my mind wandered and wasn't still as usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; We were bent over and spanked...He tied her spread eagled to the bed and guided me between her legs.....i thought i had died and went to heaven right then..a beautiful woman to lick and taste..And my Master behind me ,flogging me.. and i could sense Him right over my shoulder watching us .. egging us on.There were many positions and combinations...And they all shared a common theme..it was all extremely erotic.And while she and i were busy following His direction...He was busy spanking here and there..using us..finding pleasure in our mouths or our bodies ..always (for me at least) puncuating the pleasure with just the right amount of pain..And every once in awhile He would lean in and share a sip of wine with His kiss...(this has always made me weak in the knees..i mean how sexy is that?) Something i had never done before..sharing His cock...was actually very enjoyable and sexy.we sucked Him together..(very hot) and when He came inside of me..He allowed her to lick me clean...i loved the intimacy of that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; He has said we will be doing his again....hell yeah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3837010690081348700-4070278854331794588?l=hismountaingirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hismountaingirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4070278854331794588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hismountaingirl.blogspot.com/2010/10/twos-companythrees-great-time.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3837010690081348700/posts/default/4070278854331794588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3837010690081348700/posts/default/4070278854331794588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hismountaingirl.blogspot.com/2010/10/twos-companythrees-great-time.html' title='Twos company..Three&apos;s a great time....'/><author><name>mountain girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06222347911449830954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uP4Y5aSWDqQ/TL2eGzCNzrI/AAAAAAAAANQ/aiAGiYpI2u4/s72-c/918_160.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3837010690081348700.post-2970280960742707950</id><published>2010-10-14T09:16:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-14T09:28:41.964-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Living a dream..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uP4Y5aSWDqQ/TLcCvmcV2NI/AAAAAAAAANI/gzOd-xyjY4I/s1600/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 133px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uP4Y5aSWDqQ/TLcCvmcV2NI/AAAAAAAAANI/gzOd-xyjY4I/s200/2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527890084417099986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not many people get to do that....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As i sat at the table this morning drinking my coffee it just sort of hit me..That i am living my dreams and fantasies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i first met Master He had said that He would show me and guide me to my fantasies..at the time i took it as maybe the M/s version of talking dirty..(it gets me all excited..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But every single thing He said He would do....He has done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am living my dream every day...and my fantasies are  no longer locked in my imagination..they cum true each session with Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i realize how fortunate i am that He has brought me here....had fate given me a different hand(different man) i doubt i would be this happy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3837010690081348700-2970280960742707950?l=hismountaingirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hismountaingirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2970280960742707950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hismountaingirl.blogspot.com/2010/10/living-dream.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3837010690081348700/posts/default/2970280960742707950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3837010690081348700/posts/default/2970280960742707950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hismountaingirl.blogspot.com/2010/10/living-dream.html' title='Living a dream..'/><author><name>mountain girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06222347911449830954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uP4Y5aSWDqQ/TLcCvmcV2NI/AAAAAAAAANI/gzOd-xyjY4I/s72-c/2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3837010690081348700.post-3372968803282561563</id><published>2010-10-12T17:26:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-12T17:37:11.840-04:00</updated><title type='text'>New developments...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uP4Y5aSWDqQ/TLTTCVCgmqI/AAAAAAAAANA/byV0hMGuKRo/s1600/15735824v1_225x225_Front_padToSquare-true.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uP4Y5aSWDqQ/TLTTCVCgmqI/AAAAAAAAANA/byV0hMGuKRo/s200/15735824v1_225x225_Front_padToSquare-true.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527274679651310242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently Master had instructed me to look for another woman to join us in session.And so i posted a profile and looked in our general area.After a couple of weeks He e mailed me and told me to make contact with a particular woman..It turns out that He knew her,had used her before and very soon we were making plans for a preliminary meeting.With Masters permission she and i met for lunch....and also with His permission she and i got "aquainted"....(wink) We had a lovely afternoon,good food..a couple of Margaritas..Of course our conversation consisted of lots of subbie chatter..what submission meant to each of us..the lifestyle in general..dating in particular.And yes we did discuss Master..it felt kind of strange at first talking to another woman about Him and knowing that she knew exactly what i meant..but i was very comfortable with her and our conversation was light and enjoyable..a very positive experience. After lunch we went back to my house...Master had given His permission that if we both wanted to experience each other we could.Of course he was to be briefed on our activities. Once inside it was very sweet...kissing..giggling..stripping off each others clothes.. touching and exploring each others bodies..(soft and feminine as only 2 women can do)soft lips kissing soft lips..the scent of our perfumes mixing together....&gt; small slender fingers exploring slowly...tasting each other's sweetness. We had a blast...it was very much like taking a lovely bubble bath..soft, sensuous,relaxing.... it wasn't the same as sex with Master...of course not..when He is in the room the energy is palpable ..the orgasms mind blowing...pain and pleasure at His hand sending me to "spaces" far far away...i missed His touch.. i cum the minute He touches me...But i should after all i belong to Him. i did show her His implements..and i did slap her inner thighs with one of the small slappers(she seemed to love it)she had brought some of her own things and lo and behold she also has a wheel (ahh and the similarities go on and on) i used her wheel on her girly parts ohh what fun ... and absolutely awesome to watch her cum and cum some more....no wonder Master likes to watch me orgasm...it's a beautiful sight. With that out of our system and our blooming subbie friendship well on its way..we sat in the livingroom with a glass of wine and texted Master a few details. We have all made time to get together this week for a session.....and to be honest i am nervous.i have never had this experience before. Thankfully Master is the one to control what happens...it should be interesting&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3837010690081348700-3372968803282561563?l=hismountaingirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hismountaingirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3372968803282561563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hismountaingirl.blogspot.com/2010/10/new-developments.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3837010690081348700/posts/default/3372968803282561563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3837010690081348700/posts/default/3372968803282561563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hismountaingirl.blogspot.com/2010/10/new-developments.html' title='New developments...'/><author><name>mountain girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06222347911449830954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uP4Y5aSWDqQ/TLTTCVCgmqI/AAAAAAAAANA/byV0hMGuKRo/s72-c/15735824v1_225x225_Front_padToSquare-true.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3837010690081348700.post-1912348068796057669</id><published>2010-10-10T09:31:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-10T09:33:43.603-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A lot going on</title><content type='html'>Sorry i haven't posted much this last week....just a lot going on with life in general.i will get back to regular posts hopefully this week.Have a wonderful Sunday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3837010690081348700-1912348068796057669?l=hismountaingirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hismountaingirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1912348068796057669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hismountaingirl.blogspot.com/2010/10/lot-going-on.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3837010690081348700/posts/default/1912348068796057669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3837010690081348700/posts/default/1912348068796057669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hismountaingirl.blogspot.com/2010/10/lot-going-on.html' title='A lot going on'/><author><name>mountain girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06222347911449830954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3837010690081348700.post-2869322285214338089</id><published>2010-10-05T08:47:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-05T09:52:13.863-04:00</updated><title type='text'>ahh..thank you Sir..</title><content type='html'>i have never been happier..or more satisfied in my entire life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't really have anything clever or poetic to say today..just Thank you to the man that has encouraged me to "be" who and what i really was meant to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our session yesterday was wonderful and amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Master will often ask me if there is anything that i would like to try....and sometimes i have to get my nerve up to actually say what dark secret fantasies i may want to experience(good girls don't ask for things like that...lol)And of course He is not going to just "do" what i request..he will mull it over and when he feels i am ready or the time is right He will make it happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that is what happened yesterday....my instructions were to just be ready for Him...And when He unlocked my door and came up the steps i was there as instructed..waiting.He had that "look" on His face...the one that makes me wet and so utterly submissive.Reclaiming me with His kiss and His touch...he sends me for His coffee and i joined Him in the bedroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have wrote many times of the importance of "Presentation" it is where He sets the dance in motion..each session has different steps and rhythm.As i set His coffee down and stood before Him a familiar calm washes over me..Yes,His hands stripping off my clothes..His bites starting the music that will be our session.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After several orgasms at His hand He had me kneel for my blindfold..i was well on my way to sub space at this point...gently putting the ball gag in my mouth and buckling it snugly..i could only feel his touch and hear His whisper in my ear....mmmm such a blissful moment.And then.....SMACK!..He slapped one cheek...and then the other.The first slap surprised me but by the second one i relaxed and absorbed it and a couple more......Freaking amazing!the place it sent me was so safe and made me feel soooo small ....i really loved the way He introduced me to this new sensation...as always.That He could take me to that space and NOT leave a mark...wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course there was more sensation in store for me....there always is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seemed like an eternity that Master kept me in cum space...before allowing me to serve Him..and Yes when He cums it still brings tears to my eyes....pure blissful happiness that i have brought Him pleasure.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3837010690081348700-2869322285214338089?l=hismountaingirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hismountaingirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2869322285214338089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hismountaingirl.blogspot.com/2010/10/ahhthank-you-sir.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3837010690081348700/posts/default/2869322285214338089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3837010690081348700/posts/default/2869322285214338089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hismountaingirl.blogspot.com/2010/10/ahhthank-you-sir.html' title='ahh..thank you Sir..'/><author><name>mountain girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06222347911449830954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3837010690081348700.post-2790988193420642372</id><published>2010-09-30T09:22:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-02T11:16:53.245-04:00</updated><title type='text'>i need...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uP4Y5aSWDqQ/TKdLrORFieI/AAAAAAAAAM4/rEWxVTTOBB0/s1600/0825001351.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uP4Y5aSWDqQ/TKdLrORFieI/AAAAAAAAAM4/rEWxVTTOBB0/s200/0825001351.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523466673929423330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This...my skin tingles and itches for more marks like these..Masters marks.i will see Him in a couple of days and this is all i can think of...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3837010690081348700-2790988193420642372?l=hismountaingirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hismountaingirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2790988193420642372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hismountaingirl.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-need.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3837010690081348700/posts/default/2790988193420642372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3837010690081348700/posts/default/2790988193420642372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hismountaingirl.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-need.html' title='i need...'/><author><name>mountain girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06222347911449830954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uP4Y5aSWDqQ/TKdLrORFieI/AAAAAAAAAM4/rEWxVTTOBB0/s72-c/0825001351.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3837010690081348700.post-6825709853298396001</id><published>2010-09-30T09:22:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-30T09:25:04.865-04:00</updated><title type='text'>more on feelings</title><content type='html'>&gt; Sir&gt;&gt; What do i want to sense and feel..... What i feel when You use me is&gt; immense, stronger and deeper than anything i have ever felt before.Yes&gt; certain implements have different impacts on me..The paddles are wonderful&gt; and heat my bottom up nicely..(very good for attitude adjustments....) But&gt; Your belt it more intimate,more painful yes but most definitely reaches a&gt; deeper place inside of me.The same is true with You biting me,or using Your&gt; knife...it is the intimacy of these actions that send me to ultra submissive&gt; space.The flogger is very close to that feeling..i don't know why..( except&gt; that when You flog me and feed me Your cock..i cry from sheer happiness when&gt; You cum...it is very emotional..)&gt; i love being bound in any way by You...i love the way chain feels on my&gt; skin......i "need" my blindfold the way a child needs a security&gt; blanket...it calms me and helps me focus...making the places You take me&gt; more pleasurable..and honestly anything "new" is easier if i am blindfolded.&gt;&gt; What i want to experience?? with You...everything and&gt; anything..literally.Under Your hand and watchful eye i am safe and open to&gt; whatever You wish to do..&gt;&gt; Master when i prepare for You for Your arrival..and You walk thru that door&gt; i am already there..with a mere touch You send me to our space and it is up&gt; to You the pace and path that we take.&gt;&gt; i know that when more space is available here that more things will occur..i&gt; can't wait to enjoy the freedom of having more privacy and space....&gt;&gt; Your slave/slut&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3837010690081348700-6825709853298396001?l=hismountaingirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hismountaingirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6825709853298396001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hismountaingirl.blogspot.com/2010/09/more-on-feelings.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3837010690081348700/posts/default/6825709853298396001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3837010690081348700/posts/default/6825709853298396001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hismountaingirl.blogspot.com/2010/09/more-on-feelings.html' title='more on feelings'/><author><name>mountain girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06222347911449830954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3837010690081348700.post-9197108015491018742</id><published>2010-09-27T20:00:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-27T20:29:25.967-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Waiting...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uP4Y5aSWDqQ/TKE1YahpTwI/AAAAAAAAAMw/R0nrH-LkuwY/s1600/felzl6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uP4Y5aSWDqQ/TKE1YahpTwI/AAAAAAAAAMw/R0nrH-LkuwY/s200/felzl6.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521753311686512386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope to see Him soon...i miss Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss the power of His touch..That devilish intense look in His eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The way it feels when He whispers in my ear....mmmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The freedom i feel when bound by Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss that happy "so safe" feeling of being used by Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mmm and the music that i feel serving Him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3837010690081348700-9197108015491018742?l=hismountaingirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hismountaingirl.blogspot.com/feeds/9197108015491018742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hismountaingirl.blogspot.com/2010/09/waiting.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3837010690081348700/posts/default/9197108015491018742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3837010690081348700/posts/default/9197108015491018742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hismountaingirl.blogspot.com/2010/09/waiting.html' title='Waiting...'/><author><name>mountain girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06222347911449830954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uP4Y5aSWDqQ/TKE1YahpTwI/AAAAAAAAAMw/R0nrH-LkuwY/s72-c/felzl6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3837010690081348700.post-2034474558887952854</id><published>2010-09-24T20:16:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-25T09:11:43.484-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Too much of a good thing???</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uP4Y5aSWDqQ/TJ1AEMCyxyI/AAAAAAAAAMg/73Zls1ruFLE/s1600/helms.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 130px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uP4Y5aSWDqQ/TJ1AEMCyxyI/AAAAAAAAAMg/73Zls1ruFLE/s200/helms.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520639158922692386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No...not too much ..but definitely pushing limits...(As only Master can do..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the first session that Master let Himself in with His own key. And to be honest....i was so excited. The thought of my Master unlocking my door and entering my home....not as a guest.. but as a key carrying member of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had thought of this for days...and each time i would get all hot and bothered..fantasizing about Master showing up and catching me in any of my domestic chores...and having His way with me....(mmm getting hot again!..lol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.....Master arrived yesterday morning as i was finishing up the breakfast dishes..and just like a long held fantasy come true ...he stood behind me..lightly touching the curve of my waist...the swell of my hip..delicious.His voice in my ear..pulling my skirt up His hands testing,touching,teasing what belongs to Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not moving from my place at the counter in my kitchen..he bent me over...my naked bottom ..vulnerable.With His free hand he unbuckled His belt...(the sound made me sooooo wet..)i closed my eyes.....one..two...ahhh three..and on and on to spanko's heaven...i love that He takes His time ...each crack of the belt well placed and appreciated&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the time this little scene was finished our session was in full swing..Before He strolled out of the kitchen he whispered in my ear.."bring my coffee to me ..slut"..Well i don't know about anyone elses reaction to that word..but it gives me butterflies when He talks like that.And being a good little slave i obediently fixed His coffee and carried it to the bedroom(bottom warm and my blouse still hiked up over my breasts)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i still tremble when i present myself to Him....not from fear or trepidation..but pure arousal...And part of that is that i never know what He will do next..This session is a perfect example of that. he pulled my skirt off and tossed it..next he pulled my blouse off(also tossed)leaving me standing in just a pair of heels,next He simply put a clamp on each nipple.Then pushing me to my knees he buckled my blindfold on....afer a couple of orgasms He helped me stand and wrapped me in chain....2 lengths ran from my neck down between my legs and up my back(leaving me very exposed)next He pushed me back on the bed and attached my wrists to the chain at my waist....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The energy in the room changed...laying there bound and blinfolded i could hear Him moving around picking up items putting them down ..perhaps removing His clothing(was that a zipper?)His breathing deepens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next sound i heard was the harsh insistant buzz of that damned Hitachi Wand..(i have owned it for 8 years and rarely ever use it ..it is just tooo intense)i think i squeeled a little as He very expertly kept me in cum space for what seemed like forever...When he stopped it was to put a couple of clamps on my labia...(Oww!)and a little pussy spanking for good measure....and right back to the wand.What wonderful torture. mmmm Master is just full of surprises.By the time he finished i was crying..begging..thanking Him...all of them i think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coming out of serve space i found myself still chained..kneeling.His taste still on my lips..His hands touching me gently..guiding me back to Him.As He takes off my blindfold i realize he is already dressed..(wow..time slips away...lol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His parting words (with a twinkle in His eyes)..."thats what happens when you leave your toys out"...Yep He's a keeper..lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3837010690081348700-2034474558887952854?l=hismountaingirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hismountaingirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2034474558887952854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hismountaingirl.blogspot.com/2010/09/too-much-of-good-thing.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3837010690081348700.post-3744749883999133290</id><published>2010-09-19T11:25:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-19T12:11:48.804-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Masters marks...</title><content type='html'>i post  pictures of His marks as they change...as much for my own pleasure as anyone elses.i love looking at the red and pink of my skin....and because i bruise so easily (always have)the shades of red and purple changing into black and blue and finally fading are mesmerizing to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i send Master pictures of His art as the canvas changes...i love the way they look..and feel.And it's fun to share with Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But His marks aren't all on the outside...no He has marked me.. heart and soul.And thankfully those marks don't fade...they are bright and vibrant. When i feel needy and crave His touch(this happens quite often) i just close my eyes and feel Him there with me.It is very calming..alot like when He puts my blindfold on me.Calm and safe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of feeling needy...until i met Him i had never "needed" anyone.This is taking some getting used to...frankly i am not sure why i am having an issue accepting this part of my submission..i know that craving and needing His touch is normal and to be expected..He certainly doesn't seem to have a problem with it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i am not used to feeling this much...And to be honest no one has ever gotten under my skin like He has.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is on my mind almost constantly...it feels wonderful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3837010690081348700-3744749883999133290?l=hismountaingirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hismountaingirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3744749883999133290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hismountaingirl.blogspot.com/2010/09/masters-marks.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3837010690081348700/posts/default/3744749883999133290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3837010690081348700/posts/default/3744749883999133290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hismountaingirl.blogspot.com/2010/09/masters-marks.html' title='Masters marks...'/><author><name>mountain girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06222347911449830954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3837010690081348700.post-1144407431659549870</id><published>2010-09-18T08:35:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-18T08:43:17.839-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Such a busy week</title><content type='html'>Appologies for not posting anything this week....my youngest son and his high school sweetheart were married (after 8 years of dating...lol)They are a natural couple ..always have been.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So with work schedules changing a little and thier plans i haven't had any time to see Master much less write anything...He has had a busy week also with His work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hpoefully we will see each other in the next few days and i will be back to catch up on reading my fellow bloggers most titilating prose.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3837010690081348700-1144407431659549870?l=hismountaingirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hismountaingirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1144407431659549870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hismountaingirl.blogspot.com/2010/09/such-busy-week.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3837010690081348700/posts/default/1144407431659549870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3837010690081348700/posts/default/1144407431659549870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hismountaingirl.blogspot.com/2010/09/such-busy-week.html' title='Such a busy week'/><author><name>mountain girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06222347911449830954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3837010690081348700.post-6301168268415716687</id><published>2010-09-11T18:10:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-11T18:16:27.515-04:00</updated><title type='text'>i just thought this was cool</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uP4Y5aSWDqQ/TIv_MglfqTI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/AWnMVEk_vAo/s1600/Mitch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 135px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uP4Y5aSWDqQ/TIv_MglfqTI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/AWnMVEk_vAo/s200/Mitch.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515782759016016178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i wanted to share...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i found it on allthingsspanking.com  and the person that posted it is named Mitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just thought i'd share.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3837010690081348700-6301168268415716687?l=hismountaingirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hismountaingirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6301168268415716687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hismountaingirl.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-just-thought-this-was-cool.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3837010690081348700/posts/default/6301168268415716687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3837010690081348700/posts/default/6301168268415716687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hismountaingirl.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-just-thought-this-was-cool.html' title='i just thought this was cool'/><author><name>mountain girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06222347911449830954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uP4Y5aSWDqQ/TIv_MglfqTI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/AWnMVEk_vAo/s72-c/Mitch.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3837010690081348700.post-8338172138368055775</id><published>2010-09-09T18:12:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-10T11:38:59.640-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spanking'/><title type='text'>Toasted Buns...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uP4Y5aSWDqQ/TIo_32X_jWI/AAAAAAAAAMA/DPMI8i9jWbI/s1600/downsized_0909001045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uP4Y5aSWDqQ/TIo_32X_jWI/AAAAAAAAAMA/DPMI8i9jWbI/s200/downsized_0909001045.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515290922390097250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally...my bottom is warm and very tender..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember it had been a couple of weeks..and we hate waiting that long.But it is always worth it:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning's session with Master was a pure spanko's dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No counting(i probably couldn't have anyway)..With each smack i just moaned and enjoyed every sensation..pure unadulterated spanking with several different implements... paddle's(?) ..a strap,so hot getting smacked with that big black strap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Filled by Him..wonderfully used by Him..i am a very happy and content slave with a lovely red striped bottom...*sigh*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3837010690081348700-8338172138368055775?l=hismountaingirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hismountaingirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8338172138368055775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hismountaingirl.blogspot.com/2010/09/toasted-buns.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3837010690081348700/posts/default/8338172138368055775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3837010690081348700/posts/default/8338172138368055775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hismountaingirl.blogspot.com/2010/09/toasted-buns.html' title='Toasted Buns...'/><author><name>mountain girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06222347911449830954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uP4Y5aSWDqQ/TIo_32X_jWI/AAAAAAAAAMA/DPMI8i9jWbI/s72-c/downsized_0909001045.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3837010690081348700.post-8691428382213273431</id><published>2010-09-07T12:53:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-07T13:00:53.170-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bruises'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spanking'/><title type='text'>What i really want...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uP4Y5aSWDqQ/TIZuRu3_gwI/AAAAAAAAALw/iBuOIx1LfrY/s1600/0619001343a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uP4Y5aSWDqQ/TIZuRu3_gwI/AAAAAAAAALw/iBuOIx1LfrY/s200/0619001343a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514216044681462530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This picture was taken a couple of months ago....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now my bottom is clear of Masters marks (except for a few red lines still left from His knife)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to be spanked again..just like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Master has said that He will be here Thursday....oh please hurry Sir.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3837010690081348700-8691428382213273431?l=hismountaingirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hismountaingirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8691428382213273431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hismountaingirl.blogspot.com/2010/09/what-i-really-want.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3837010690081348700/posts/default/8691428382213273431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3837010690081348700/posts/default/8691428382213273431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hismountaingirl.blogspot.com/2010/09/what-i-really-want.html' title='What i really want...'/><author><name>mountain girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06222347911449830954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uP4Y5aSWDqQ/TIZuRu3_gwI/AAAAAAAAALw/iBuOIx1LfrY/s72-c/0619001343a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3837010690081348700.post-6348179224292980028</id><published>2010-09-05T22:58:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-05T23:05:33.119-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bdsm equipment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='copyright concerns'/><title type='text'>oops..</title><content type='html'>Sorry i posted some plans and pics of things i wanted to share ...decorating Masters playroom....And realized after i hit Publish Post that i may have a problem with one of the vendors..publishing their picture of a certain piece of equipment..when i copied the pic a couple of moths ago it allowed it..and just today when i attempted to copy another picture it popped up a warning about using their pictures without written consent..i understand their concern and just deleted the post completely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what i will have to do instead is as i purchase the "furniture" i will update with my own personal pics of what iam buying..so patience is a virtue and as i get it i will post it..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3837010690081348700-6348179224292980028?l=hismountaingirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hismountaingirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6348179224292980028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hismountaingirl.blogspot.com/2010/09/oops.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3837010690081348700/posts/default/6348179224292980028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3837010690081348700/posts/default/6348179224292980028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hismountaingirl.blogspot.com/2010/09/oops.html' title='oops..'/><author><name>mountain girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06222347911449830954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3837010690081348700.post-7976894569983904959</id><published>2010-09-05T19:36:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-05T20:12:06.633-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Colors</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uP4Y5aSWDqQ/TIQpi8NYmNI/AAAAAAAAAKc/qn14QSjoEto/s1600/1910.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uP4Y5aSWDqQ/TIQpi8NYmNI/AAAAAAAAAKc/qn14QSjoEto/s200/1910.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513577524062886098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Master touches me the colors begin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sub space is a soft green..it's calm and exciting and wet...if cum space begins here the color turns a beautiful deep blue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As He changes pace the colors shift.. spanking space becomes a deep purple/pink..&lt;br /&gt;warm, receptive,pliable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chain space and pain space are bright..not really a color..more like  an illumination&lt;br /&gt;as if i am being bathed in light...i feel as if i am floating far away anchored to Master by His voice....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally serve space..that most fulfilling of places has a warm golden glow...just lovely.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3837010690081348700-7976894569983904959?l=hismountaingirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hismountaingirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7976894569983904959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hismountaingirl.blogspot.com/2010/09/colors.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3837010690081348700/posts/default/7976894569983904959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3837010690081348700/posts/default/7976894569983904959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hismountaingirl.blogspot.com/2010/09/colors.html' title='Colors'/><author><name>mountain girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06222347911449830954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uP4Y5aSWDqQ/TIQpi8NYmNI/AAAAAAAAAKc/qn14QSjoEto/s72-c/1910.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3837010690081348700.post-1120861121599056752</id><published>2010-09-04T09:37:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-04T09:56:43.649-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spanking'/><title type='text'>Please Sir..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uP4Y5aSWDqQ/TIJNU_5kavI/AAAAAAAAAKM/svnVj1Ua-Co/s1600/357820981v2_225x225_Front_padToSquare-true.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uP4Y5aSWDqQ/TIJNU_5kavI/AAAAAAAAAKM/svnVj1Ua-Co/s200/357820981v2_225x225_Front_padToSquare-true.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513053917000526578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The blush of my last spanking by You is gone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The little bruises You left on my breasts are almost healed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my body is a blank canvas...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3837010690081348700-1120861121599056752?l=hismountaingirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hismountaingirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1120861121599056752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hismountaingirl.blogspot.com/2010/09/please-sir.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3837010690081348700/posts/default/1120861121599056752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3837010690081348700/posts/default/1120861121599056752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hismountaingirl.blogspot.com/2010/09/please-sir.html' title='Please Sir..'/><author><name>mountain girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06222347911449830954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uP4Y5aSWDqQ/TIJNU_5kavI/AAAAAAAAAKM/svnVj1Ua-Co/s72-c/357820981v2_225x225_Front_padToSquare-true.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3837010690081348700.post-7787739267450522751</id><published>2010-09-02T11:03:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-02T11:13:53.249-04:00</updated><title type='text'>There is a storm brewing..</title><content type='html'>It's not what i want....no one does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's barreling toward us and we are helpless to stop it...at best we can try to just get out of it's direct path.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will it destroy everything in it's path? everything we have built..and if it does can we rebuild?...will we even want to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will see...won't we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am not so sure.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3837010690081348700-7787739267450522751?l=hismountaingirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hismountaingirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7787739267450522751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hismountaingirl.blogspot.com/2010/09/there-is-storm-brewing.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3837010690081348700/posts/default/7787739267450522751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3837010690081348700/posts/default/7787739267450522751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hismountaingirl.blogspot.com/2010/09/there-is-storm-brewing.html' title='There is a storm brewing..'/><author><name>mountain girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06222347911449830954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3837010690081348700.post-4417135902172392560</id><published>2010-08-31T10:37:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-31T11:14:09.689-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreams...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uP4Y5aSWDqQ/TH0b0gg9C8I/AAAAAAAAAKE/bkRXZdCjGDc/s1600/franz1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 132px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uP4Y5aSWDqQ/TH0b0gg9C8I/AAAAAAAAAKE/bkRXZdCjGDc/s200/franz1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511592107866655682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The longer i know Him..the more connected to Him i become..the more active he is in my dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my dreams are like mini movies..they always have been (though not until recently were they X rated)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems that the minute my eyes close he is there...His handsome face,dark intense brown eyes,His mouth set with just a hint of a satisfied smile....It's that look that makes me wet and weak in the knees.Which works out well since this look also say's "kneel".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And from there in the land of dreams dozens of scenarios play out nightly..Some are exact reruns of actual things he has done..others are fantastic versions of what He has mentioned he will do..ideas He no doubt will bring to life when He feels it is time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regardless of His use of me in my dreams the waking result is the same....me, soaking wet..breathing hard..my skin still remembering His touch..my soul desperately needing to serve Him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3837010690081348700-4417135902172392560?l=hismountaingirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hismountaingirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4417135902172392560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hismountaingirl.blogspot.com/2010/08/dreams.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3837010690081348700/posts/default/4417135902172392560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3837010690081348700/posts/default/4417135902172392560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hismountaingirl.blogspot.com/2010/08/dreams.html' title='Dreams...'/><author><name>mountain girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06222347911449830954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uP4Y5aSWDqQ/TH0b0gg9C8I/AAAAAAAAAKE/bkRXZdCjGDc/s72-c/franz1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3837010690081348700.post-701302753985331270</id><published>2010-08-29T16:07:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-29T16:39:15.143-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Report...an E mail between Master and slave</title><content type='html'>Master: "slut report to Me about My last use of you, all that you remember"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;slave/slut:"i remember your mouth..biting, making me wet..the braided handled strap turning my ass a deep pink....mmmm and chain..that felt sooo sexy wrapped around my legs.i remember my hands tied behind my back...the strikes on my tits...i know i moved Master ..but i liked it.i remember You pushing me to my knees..filled by You ..i kept cumming..i couldn't stop as You played with the knife on my ass..drawing long hot lines in my flesh.i remember being turned over Sir..Your fist filling me ...still cumming...Finally Sir i remember You in my mouth Your hand gently touching my head...powerfully shooting cum straight down my throat...oh Sir this is making me wet again"....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3837010690081348700-701302753985331270?l=hismountaingirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hismountaingirl.blogspot.com/feeds/701302753985331270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hismountaingirl.blogspot.com/2010/08/reportan-e-mail-between-master-and.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3837010690081348700/posts/default/701302753985331270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3837010690081348700/posts/default/701302753985331270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hismountaingirl.blogspot.com/2010/08/reportan-e-mail-between-master-and.html' title='Report...an E mail between Master and slave'/><author><name>mountain girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06222347911449830954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3837010690081348700.post-1012794209475962776</id><published>2010-08-29T12:28:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-29T13:41:53.994-04:00</updated><title type='text'>So Sexy...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uP4Y5aSWDqQ/THqWlxwtutI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/UaFsxV-lIMk/s1600/sinn1+chain.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 117px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uP4Y5aSWDqQ/THqWlxwtutI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/UaFsxV-lIMk/s200/sinn1+chain.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510882669798210258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;His hands softly touching my skin..His mouth warm on my breasts...nibbling,biting starting that journey to our "space" He and i dancing through the colors and shapes of pain and pleasure...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once He puts my blindfold on me i see these colors more vividly..now accompanied by sounds..the beautiful melody of our breathing,the sound of chain as He takes it from the basket by His chair..turning me around as He connects it to my collar and down between my breasts ..between my legs up my back to be secured at the back of my neck.It is cold and snug and already limiting my movement..Next my wrists are tied behind me..leaving me so open to His touch. Standing there my feet slightly apart He has connected another length of chain to my ankle and wrapping it around my calves and thighs He secures it to the small of my back ..this is done to both sides ..it feels as if i have become a beautiful chain sculpture...He circles me,touching here and there...adjusting His work of art.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am breathless..floating..drifting.. anchored to Him by his voice and His touch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The warmth of leather on my bottom..more leather on my breasts...my entire body feels like a shade of dark pink.lovely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Master filling me...all of me..body and soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did i finish one orgasm before i was carried away with another?...i couldn't tell.&lt;br /&gt;i simply followed where he led me....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3837010690081348700-1012794209475962776?l=hismountaingirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hismountaingirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1012794209475962776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hismountaingirl.blogspot.com/2010/08/so-sexy.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3837010690081348700/posts/default/1012794209475962776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3837010690081348700/posts/default/1012794209475962776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hismountaingirl.blogspot.com/2010/08/so-sexy.html' title='So Sexy...'/><author><name>mountain girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06222347911449830954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uP4Y5aSWDqQ/THqWlxwtutI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/UaFsxV-lIMk/s72-c/sinn1+chain.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3837010690081348700.post-3836862817813609085</id><published>2010-08-27T09:40:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-27T12:41:11.727-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happiness...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uP4Y5aSWDqQ/THfA0Lc0KKI/AAAAAAAAAJs/VbK7OvJhTCc/s1600/rallic1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 139px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uP4Y5aSWDqQ/THfA0Lc0KKI/AAAAAAAAAJs/VbK7OvJhTCc/s200/rallic1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510084671770470562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;picture from Arte bdsm artist rallic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i found this picture and felt an incredible need to share it...lovely isn't she?..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her leg lifting slightly as the leather kisses her backside..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her bottom turned obediently to her Master..her pretty face buried in her arms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have been her..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love offering myself to Master in this way...."bottoms up"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3837010690081348700-3836862817813609085?l=hismountaingirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hismountaingirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3836862817813609085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hismountaingirl.blogspot.com/2010/08/happiness.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3837010690081348700/posts/default/3836862817813609085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3837010690081348700/posts/default/3836862817813609085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hismountaingirl.blogspot.com/2010/08/happiness.html' title='Happiness...'/><author><name>mountain girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06222347911449830954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uP4Y5aSWDqQ/THfA0Lc0KKI/AAAAAAAAAJs/VbK7OvJhTCc/s72-c/rallic1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3837010690081348700.post-6468585133056520095</id><published>2010-08-26T10:51:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-26T11:16:11.056-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Safe word......</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uP4Y5aSWDqQ/THZ_y8724BI/AAAAAAAAAJc/S-E6AgBvlqA/s1600/137816428v7_225x225_Front_padToSquare-true.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uP4Y5aSWDqQ/THZ_y8724BI/AAAAAAAAAJc/S-E6AgBvlqA/s200/137816428v7_225x225_Front_padToSquare-true.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509731707461754898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost every D/s..M/s relationship has one..or should have one.A way of for the slave/sub to communicate with their Master/Dom if things get too intense or overwhelming.We don't always have a voice so a hand signal is also a good idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't speak for all of course...but when i am in certain "spaces" it isn't easy to form a coherant thought much less speak words.( hence the hand signal)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Master and i had agreed to a safe word and hand signal...but have never had to use them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter what he does with me during a session he is always watching me carefully..my reactions, breathing, circulation,my general well being. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also he knows when i am in sub space and where i need to go next...&lt;br /&gt;pushing limits or slowing down as He determines the need.This in turn allows me to feel very safe and able to relax and enjoy serving Him....knowing that no matter what His use of me will be,regardless of the form or implement He will use..i am safe to please Him in any way He chooses.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uP4Y5aSWDqQ/THZ_y8724BI/AAAAAAAAAJc/S-E6AgBvlqA/s72-c/137816428v7_225x225_Front_padToSquare-true.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3837010690081348700.post-1931903834467132959</id><published>2010-08-23T15:23:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-25T12:44:26.838-04:00</updated><title type='text'>i am...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uP4Y5aSWDqQ/THLK5Ki6-vI/AAAAAAAAAJE/yZkG8qNOO0Y/s1600/88717764v8_225x225_Front_padToSquare-true.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uP4Y5aSWDqQ/THLK5Ki6-vI/AAAAAAAAAJE/yZkG8qNOO0Y/s200/88717764v8_225x225_Front_padToSquare-true.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508688377659718386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Content in my place at His feet..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grateful that i am learning patience..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excited to see Him..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honored to receive His cum..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anxious to be used by Him..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Addicted to His touch..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy to belong to Him..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Proud to wear His collar..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His property.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3837010690081348700-1931903834467132959?l=hismountaingirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hismountaingirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1931903834467132959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hismountaingirl.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-am.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3837010690081348700/posts/default/1931903834467132959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3837010690081348700/posts/default/1931903834467132959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hismountaingirl.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-am.html' title='i am...'/><author><name>mountain girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06222347911449830954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uP4Y5aSWDqQ/THLK5Ki6-vI/AAAAAAAAAJE/yZkG8qNOO0Y/s72-c/88717764v8_225x225_Front_padToSquare-true.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3837010690081348700.post-4559206612826407802</id><published>2010-08-23T02:28:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-23T12:10:34.182-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Some of my favorite things...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uP4Y5aSWDqQ/THKcrw3UvTI/AAAAAAAAAI8/WZ-_lETVp3o/s1600/downsized_0815001357.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uP4Y5aSWDqQ/THKcrw3UvTI/AAAAAAAAAI8/WZ-_lETVp3o/s200/downsized_0815001357.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508637569892793650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As i was cleaning my room today i organized and tidied up Masters tools and toys..&lt;br /&gt;and started thinking of the things Master does with them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course there are my cuffs..beautiful soft red leather.. mmmmm i simply adore it when Master buckles them nice and snug.&lt;br /&gt;my blindfold is soft black leather with an attached ball gag .. very comfy..when Master puts it on me and buckles it i enter a warm safe space of His voice and touch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there is the Wheel...sharp little spikes that he rolls over my skin..i like this alot but i also just love His knife.He uses them on different parts for different sensations.( i am getting wet just thinking about it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and the clamps....lightweight but quite a strong pinch.i love having them put on...but they hurt like hell when He takes them off....(which is a good thing...lol)or if He gently flogs my breasts when they are still on...very intense.As much as i love the clamps for nipple and breast play...nothing even comes close to His mouth and teeth for pleasure/pain..something so intimate about that..so connecting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of His other implements...paddles and straps and such ...my hands down favorite is the flogger.it feels amazing ..and it can be used on any part of my body. as gently or as hard as He wants.The little midnight rose paddle has a nice sting to it (but His belt beats it...lol)&lt;br /&gt;The big paddle and the big slapper are fun in small doses....hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A recent aquisition to His collection is a set of 5 smaller slappy toys..2 mini tawse type..very nice in His very talented hands!...and 3 looped belt types ..the one He used last week hit pretty hard..we will see about the other two hopefully soon..( in the picture i added the wheel just for size reference...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and i'm thinking i just might become a chain junkie!..i love how it feels. and how the energy in the room changes when He takes it out.a completely different level.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And even though i have listed a few "things" that i like...none of it is any good without Him.Its the way he uses it that gives it life..His timing and energy that choreograph each session.His passion that takes a simple piece of leather or length of chain and turns it into an erotic sensuous experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't wait to see Him again this week....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm such a lucky slave.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3837010690081348700-4559206612826407802?l=hismountaingirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hismountaingirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4559206612826407802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hismountaingirl.blogspot.com/2010/08/some-of-my-favorite-things.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3837010690081348700/posts/default/4559206612826407802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3837010690081348700/posts/default/4559206612826407802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hismountaingirl.blogspot.com/2010/08/some-of-my-favorite-things.html' title='Some of my favorite things...'/><author><name>mountain girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06222347911449830954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uP4Y5aSWDqQ/THKcrw3UvTI/AAAAAAAAAI8/WZ-_lETVp3o/s72-c/downsized_0815001357.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3837010690081348700.post-3807399693206893418</id><published>2010-08-22T13:08:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-23T09:35:18.718-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Whats a slave to do?....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uP4Y5aSWDqQ/THFaIbO023I/AAAAAAAAAI0/EJRk0wLfGtw/s1600/45159346v_225x225_Front_padToSquare-true.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uP4Y5aSWDqQ/THFaIbO023I/AAAAAAAAAI0/EJRk0wLfGtw/s200/45159346v_225x225_Front_padToSquare-true.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508282920046222194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she has nothing to keep her hands and mind busy....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daydream..flashback..relive the last session with Master...&lt;br /&gt;It's something i do alot of...i can't help it...i can still hear His voice...feel His hands as He bent me over and filled my holes with a toy in one and an anal plug in the other....securely holding it all in place with thick cold chain.&lt;br /&gt;How do i describe that feeling..&lt;br /&gt;The chain around my throat..ran down between my breasts..between my legs..cold and hard against my clit...while Master warmed my skin with the flogger and a couple of the little leather straps we just got in the mail....i wondered what they would feel like on my breasts...hurts sooo good.i can't wait for Master to use the other wicked little straps...mmm maybe on the inside of my thighs or my bottom.*sigh*.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chain around my wrists..chain around my thighs...delicious.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3837010690081348700-3807399693206893418?l=hismountaingirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uP4Y5aSWDqQ/THFaIbO023I/AAAAAAAAAI0/EJRk0wLfGtw/s72-c/45159346v_225x225_Front_padToSquare-true.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3837010690081348700.post-2892659095299214860</id><published>2010-08-19T18:26:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-19T20:03:27.492-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Gift?...</title><content type='html'>i have heard it said that submission is a gift...the act of bending ones knee to a Master/Dom is akin to giving them a precious gift...i don't disagree entirely..surrender is a beautiful thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i believe that Master gives as many gifts as He recieves...tit for tat so to speak..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The gift of patience...without patience how could he train,educate and mold me?&lt;br /&gt;The gift of stability and strength...this is where i lean on and draw my strength from.&lt;br /&gt;The gift of self disipline and self control...so very appreciated.&lt;br /&gt;The gift of passion...a seemingly endless flow that carries us both down this path.&lt;br /&gt;The gift of imagination...always changing,never predictable,so very exciting.&lt;br /&gt;And so many more wonderful traits..responsibility,disipline,compassion,understanding.&lt;br /&gt;Add to this.. soulful dark brown eyes and superior kissing skills.Sounds like a gift to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3837010690081348700-2892659095299214860?l=hismountaingirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hismountaingirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2892659095299214860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hismountaingirl.blogspot.com/2010/08/gift.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3837010690081348700/posts/default/2892659095299214860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3837010690081348700/posts/default/2892659095299214860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hismountaingirl.blogspot.com/2010/08/gift.html' title='Gift?...'/><author><name>mountain girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06222347911449830954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3837010690081348700.post-8349495303501857779</id><published>2010-08-17T18:10:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-19T07:45:35.558-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Worship</title><content type='html'>"The reverent love and devotion accorded a diety,an idol,or a sacred object."...yeah on a certain level i could define my submission to my Master as worship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kneeling before Him..Surrendering all that i am to Him....&lt;br /&gt;His acceptance of my offering..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had always wanted to feel this.. to worship and adore.. submitting completely to One.The submissive inside of me has always craved this.But until Master no one else was worthy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each time i kneel before Him ..emotions catch in my throat..and the tears are not far below the surface..it all comes from sublime happiness.Right there on my knees i want to show Him how much i am His (of course He knows ..)i love taking off His shoes and socks , touching,kissing His feet...&lt;br /&gt;To lay my head in His lap and just adore all of Him.Breathing in His scent and if allowed tenderly,reverently worship that which fills me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As this journey with Master progresses i can imagine many ways to show my devotion to Him..and hope that as time allows i get the chance to do so....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time for us is precious and with both of our schedules so demanding it creates a challenge to have that time to pamper Him..i hope that in the very near future that changes..at least on my end...i intend to create a relaxing,sensual,exciting haven for my Master to enjoy.(and do all those wicked,naughty,Masterly things that He can imagine)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3837010690081348700-8349495303501857779?l=hismountaingirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hismountaingirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8349495303501857779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hismountaingirl.blogspot.com/2010/08/worship.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3837010690081348700/posts/default/8349495303501857779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3837010690081348700/posts/default/8349495303501857779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hismountaingirl.blogspot.com/2010/08/worship.html' title='Worship'/><author><name>mountain girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06222347911449830954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3837010690081348700.post-6776808081516637329</id><published>2010-08-17T14:37:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-17T15:35:26.823-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Sir..</title><content type='html'>It had only been a couple of weeks since our last session Master but it felt like longer..didn't it?&lt;br /&gt;The last week being especially difficult...every night in my dreams i relived Your use of me.Waking in a sweat, panting, writhing in my bed.And just the other night waking with a start, my right hand where it shouldn't have been.. almost on the edge of an orgasm...Then laying there awake calming myself trying to go back to sleep(with my hands outside the blankets...lol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But waiting for Your touch makes it so much sweeter..just minutes before You arrived this morning as i made Your coffee i thought about the feeling of Your mouth on my breasts...how much it hurts when You bite down..how it sends me spinning away in pain/pleasure.i never know what i want at that exact moment..stop biting take the pain away...no ,keep me there ..in that beautiful pain space just another minute.But it's never just pain..You always bring pleasure with it.You can tell when You reach between my legs...in just a few seconds cumming for the first of well over a dozen times...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have said it before Sir ..the only down side to going into "spaces" is losing the details for awhile.But even without exact detail...i swam in sensation,the heat of each strike of the flogger and the little paddle..the cold slithery chain..hot wax..Your strong hands securing me in position for Your pleasure...Every part of me filled by You..i could hear Your breathing change then..Your voice coaxing me just a little further...i can't think of a word to describe how huge that moment was and how small and submissive i felt..still hours later i feel the power of Your hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tears of joy as i knelt finally before You ...Your scent and taste intoxicating..recieving the sweetest of rewards my Sir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forever changed..constantly growing..always Yours.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3837010690081348700-6776808081516637329?l=hismountaingirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hismountaingirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6776808081516637329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hismountaingirl.blogspot.com/2010/08/oh-sir.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3837010690081348700/posts/default/6776808081516637329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3837010690081348700/posts/default/6776808081516637329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hismountaingirl.blogspot.com/2010/08/oh-sir.html' title='Oh Sir..'/><author><name>mountain girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06222347911449830954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3837010690081348700.post-4836980469948737837</id><published>2010-08-15T16:01:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-15T16:25:58.140-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Some fantasies do come true..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uP4Y5aSWDqQ/TGhH0e4YlxI/AAAAAAAAAIk/EiL4L4SHpGo/s1600/BallChainFlogger.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 132px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uP4Y5aSWDqQ/TGhH0e4YlxI/AAAAAAAAAIk/EiL4L4SHpGo/s200/BallChainFlogger.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505729511428757266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Master asked if there was anything new that i would like to experience it didn't take too terribly long to come up with a few ideas....*giggles*..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first thing that popped into my head is this Chain Flogger...yes i am sure it could be fairly dangerous (it is heavy) But in Masters hands i know it will be wonderful....so i sent this picture to Him and He said yes..If i wanted it i could get it.(Yay!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since He asked i gave Him the rest of my wishlist...lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A spanking horse&lt;br /&gt;A St Andrews type Cross&lt;br /&gt;A couple of light Floggers&lt;br /&gt;oh and i sent him a picture of a French Martinet....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is so considerate...lol  He didn't say no to a single item...hehehehe. &lt;br /&gt;Ahh the joys of being His slave!...whats more is His acceptance of me..He doesn't think it strange or wrong..the thoughts i have ...it is natural and normal for us.&lt;br /&gt;There is a safety with him to experience and enjoy each new sensation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06222347911449830954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uP4Y5aSWDqQ/TGhH0e4YlxI/AAAAAAAAAIk/EiL4L4SHpGo/s72-c/BallChainFlogger.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3837010690081348700.post-5864920768994377435</id><published>2010-08-13T21:35:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-13T22:38:47.650-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What my slavery means..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uP4Y5aSWDqQ/TGYBLdUNTqI/AAAAAAAAAIc/TdcDfpktdQ8/s1600/52768908v1_225x225_Front_padToSquare-true.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uP4Y5aSWDqQ/TGYBLdUNTqI/AAAAAAAAAIc/TdcDfpktdQ8/s200/52768908v1_225x225_Front_padToSquare-true.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505088890866585250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It means belonging to someone strong enough to bend my soul into a beautiful work of art..and at the same time protect me and keep me safe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It means finally being able to trust without question or doubt..having given Master all control over me.and knowing that doing so gives Him pleasure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It means knowing where i stand..(kneel) with Him,knowing my place and my value to Him.&lt;br /&gt;Embracing what i am with pride..His slave/slut/property..and anything else He wants me to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It means absolute freedom to be utterly submissive to Him..and know that it is normal and natural and completely liberating....i have never felt such freedom as when i am bound by Him..blindfolded by Him..unable to move,only feel and react to His use.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It means He will expand my abilities and boundries as He feels i am ready..always taking His time ..making sure iam ready and able.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It means that when He comes to me it is because He truly wants to...He never has to..He will touch me ,use me for His pleasure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It means finding honor in serving Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It means knowing that many years down the road my slavery and service will still be cherished by Him&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3837010690081348700-5864920768994377435?l=hismountaingirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hismountaingirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5864920768994377435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hismountaingirl.blogspot.com/2010/08/what-my-slavery-means.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3837010690081348700/posts/default/5864920768994377435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3837010690081348700/posts/default/5864920768994377435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hismountaingirl.blogspot.com/2010/08/what-my-slavery-means.html' title='What my slavery means..'/><author><name>mountain girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06222347911449830954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uP4Y5aSWDqQ/TGYBLdUNTqI/AAAAAAAAAIc/TdcDfpktdQ8/s72-c/52768908v1_225x225_Front_padToSquare-true.png' 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