Monday, November 24, 2014

Kinky Days: Part 3

This is the third and final part of the series we started about a month ago to catch the blog up with our kinky activities.

As we mentioned in Part 1, we have been grappling with bringing kink into our lives at home, which may seem odd because we live it 24/7 when my kids aren't around. But there's a difference between the protocol and Master/sub live we live around the house and finding time—and ways—to play at home. Our lives had been stealing little scenes when my kids weren't around and/or going to our regular dungeon for the "hard stuff." I know I've complained about missing our dedicated "time to play" since the kids moved out, but looking back at the past few weeks...I have nothing to complain about. Though this post attempts to catch up on our kinky activities, I know we've had to edit out numerous scenes that left us little to say or did not come out so well in pictures.

If it's pictures you want, check out my tumblr or Craig's. Links are also below in the Find Us section.
Now that we've moved and the kids are gone, bringing the "hard stuff" home had been challenging. The next move, after what we did and experienced in Part 1 and Part 2, was to have a thorough rope scene...and more.

I instructed Lizzie to gather the rope on the bed and wait for me naked in our bedroom. I started with caning her all over to awaken her nerve endings before tying her up. I tied her up in a thorough full-body truss (like a turkey, perhaps?), as you can see.

I smacked, slapped, paddled, spanked, caned and more, manhandling her from place to place in the room. Then, carefully, slowly and erotically untying her, we moved into the next phase of the scene.
I knew when Craig told me to get out the rope that he had something in mind other than a quick spanking. I love this sort of scene, but it's very difficult for me to describe.

There's something very sensual about being wrapped in rope. Each time Craig pulls the rope tight, I'm left breathless for a moment, though there is only occasionally a physical reason for that.

After the thorough smacking, Craig pulled out nipple clamps and slowly added weight. He took pictures, so I could make a GIF. (If you'd like to see the close-up version, head over to my tumblr - here.) Then it was time to remove the rope and go into the bathroom.
I took Lizzie into our shower and filled her with warm water from an enema bottle, telling her to hold it. She knows how this plays out: if she spills or releases any water she will be thoroughly punished. I'll often try to get her to leak by spanking her hard or bringing her to orgasm. It's frustrating and hot for her, to be sure.

As she emptied herself I stood by and slowly began to carve a piece of fresh ginger into a butt plug. She watched with widening eyes of both fear and desire and a few minutes later was bent over the vanity, the ginger roughly inserted with no lubricant to be as complete of an experience as possible.

She writhed and mewed and cried and I spanked her again and again with the ginger inside her bottom. I then thrust the ginger in and out until she was nearly crazed, then pulled it out and allowed her her release.

I think we've "broken the ice" by bringing the "hard stuff" into our home, don't you?
I simply cannot describe this sort of scene. So:

Wednesday, November 12, 2014

Love Our Lurkers

We trudge along taking our photos and posting our stories and experiences on this blog week after week (mostly). So today is the day we acknowledge our readers—you, Fellow Kinkster. Started by Bonnie (Kinkster/Blogger, ret.) with torch passed to Hermione, this is the ninth LOL day.

I'm embarrassed to say I don't read blogs much. Just don't have time. I barely get onto FetLife. So just having regular readers (or photo-lookers) is a surprise to me. Black & Blue has been running two years now and our readership (or viewership?) has been astonishing to both Lizzie and myself.

I hope what we write and the experiences we share resonate with people. Certainly, we totally get that a great deal of our traffic is purely visual—people like to look at Lizzie's bottom and bits. But we write because we feel our shared perspective offers a touchpoint to people in one way or another.

Thanks to you, our readers, who come back week after week to check out what we have to say. You all make us feel quite humble. And from our spanking bench to yours, thanks for being a regular.
Over the two years Craig and I have been blogging together, I've enjoyed watching our stats grow. We can see that more and more people view our blog with every post. If you're here just to look, we appreciate your views.

Even more, of course, we appreciate the comments of our viewers. Craig and I make an effort to respond to every comment. Like so many things, Craig is better at responding than I am. But you can be certain that I read every comment on our blog.

Today, if you're lurking on our blog - looking at the pictures, reading our stories, enjoying the descriptions of our scenes - we invite you to leave a comment. We'd love to hear how you found us, what you enjoy, and what brings you back each week.

Thursday, November 6, 2014

NEW FEATURE! "Dramatic Readings" Episode 1

We were scrolling through all the dreck that comes into Lizzie's mailbox on FetLife, her kink email box and other places and were shocked at the ineptitude, poor grammar, outright cluelessness and other issues ranging from things as simple as poor taste to complete and utter density of forehead bone.

In a moment of sheer brilliance Lizzie said, "We should do dramatic readings of these things!" And that was that.

So...to kick off a new feature to our blog, we introduce (drum roll please!) "Dramatic Readings".

Taking off from Erica Scott's Correspondence Hall of Shame, such as here, we present the first in a series of audio recordings.

This "pilot" episode needs no set up (as you'll see later, some really do). It's presented in its entirety.

Enjoy?

(NOTE: This appears to be a video, but it is audio only.)


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Saturday, November 1, 2014

Kinky Days, Part 2

This post is the second part of the series we started last week. This was intended to catch the blog up with our kinky activities, but of course, we managed to find time for a scene we haven't yet included. Look for our rope scene in a future blog.

To finish up on last week's post, we've been lucky enough to be able to let our freak flag fly (a term I late, BTW, but it seemed to fit here so I used it anyway).

First off, our very busy weekend that started with the littles event at Disneyland ended up on a shooting range with a bunch of friends from the lifestyle. There were enough of us to get a private area in the canyon where there are multiple ranges. Many of the group brought a variety of guns to shoot, so it was great to get a chance to try different things. I haven't had a gun for over 25 years as I felt when I had kids in the house that was something I just didn't want to risk regardless of how safe and secure I was.

Here's Lizzie trying out a 9mm:
Last week, we wrote about attending the LittleSpace at Disneyland event. We weren’t able to attend both days of the event because we had plans on Sunday to go to a shooting range with another group of friends.

I grew up around guns, but when my father and brothers shoot, they do so on “the back forty” (quite literally, on the family farm in Kansas) rather than at a shooting range. This was my first trip to a shooting range. As it happened, the private area where we shot was similar to what I’m used to, barring the sound of constant fire from others nearby, but unseen, ranges. And while I’ve fired a wide variety of hunting rifles and shotguns, I’ve never used a handgun before. As you can see in the picture, Daddy is showing me how to do so safely.
Then, a week or so later we were off to Korea for a long weekend in Seoul (not work related—it's a long story). I smuggled my travel cane in the luggage (well, technically, it's not "smuggled" if you just stick it in the suitcase, but I liked the sound of "smuggled" better) and Lizzie and I found time in our hotel room to get in a nice caning scene.

It was a hard caning, and Lizzie whimpered and cried a bit as I struck again and again, leaving some marks that, unfortunately, faded rather quickly before I snapped a few pics. As you can see, Lizzie still is quite bruised from our hard scene we described in last weeks' post.
Before the bruises had faded from the hard spanking we wrote about last week, we were off for Korea. Traveling on week-old bruises is not quite as much fun as flying with fresh welts, but it did add some entertainment to the long flight. (We flew to London the day after the scene described here.)

During our short trip, we managed to get in a short scene in our hotel room. Craig had brought along his “travel cane” (a cane short enough to fit in most of our luggage, even the smaller carry-on bags). He used the cane to good effect, leaving me with better welts for the trip home.