Psalms of a Slave - I Give to You

i give to You a child

a little girl inside,

i give to You her eagerness

i give to You her pride.

her never ending wonder

of things still left untold,

a spark of gentle innocence

a heart for You to mold.

i give to You her visions

of rainbows shining bright,

i give to You her youthfulness

i give to You her light.

her never ending promise

to brighten up Your day,

a soul that's touched with fairy dust

to drink in all You say.

i give to You a woman

mature in her desire,

i give to You her faithfulness

i give to You her fire.

her endless need to comfort

the things that cut You deep,

a caring soul to reach for You

a love for You to keep.

i give to You her softness

to see You through the night,

i give to You her gentleness

i give to You her fight.

her never ending passion

for all You say and do,

a soul that's touched with elegance

someone to strengthen You.

i give to You a servant

a whore in sweet disguise,

i give to You her wantonness

i give to You a prize.

her deep and pure devotion

to fall upon her knees,

and offer flesh for Your desire

living just to please.

i give to You her freedom

her every breath to own,

i give to You her whimpered cries

i give to You her moan.

her never ending longing

to give all You pursue,

a soul that's touched with servitude

someone to worship You.

i give to You Your slave......

~kaleera~

The Sensation and Experience of - Cupping

Fire cupping and blood cupping are an interesting niche in the BDSM and Kink community. Master recently made a post outlining the history and application of cupping, which you can read here - The History and Application of Cupping. Yesterday, Master desired to have me submit to this for Him. I had experienced it once before but it was not much of a stand out memory. All I really remember from the first time I was cupped was how much they hurt my nipples. I had asked Master if it would hurt, which made Him laugh and promise He could certainly make it hurt.

I have to confess, I was not much enticed by the idea of cupping, The visual I thought was quite ugly, like giant boils,  and the process did not inspire me erotically. Submitting to something Master desires that is not arousing to me is, however, a huge turn on of its own accord. So Master had me strip and laid me face down on His bed. He rubbed my back with almond oil and I could hear Him preparing things behind me. It was startling each time He put a cup on me. I could hear the fire sound, like a bonfire hissing close behind me and then suddenly the heat of it was against my flesh and the cup would seal itself on my flesh, eliciting a loud gasp from me each time..

Once the cup had formed a good seal, the sensation would change and fluctuate and evolve. It was a mix between pressure, heat, tingling and pinching and it would flow back and forth between them all. I found it very interesting. Master slid them around on my skin once they were sealed and the energy build up was quite intense underneath the surface, moving with the cup.

I was beginning to enjoy it, particularly the sensation of the heat, when Master switched from using the fire and glass to the plastic pump cups. Those were completely different to me. The plastic ones went on and instantly pinched, similar to the feeling of pinching that a needle gives when its deep under the surface of your skin. The sensation from the plastic ones did not evolve and change as the glass ones had done. The pinch was more intense and drowned out what I had been enjoying feeling from the glass cups. The experience of the glass cups was almost spa like to me. The plastic cups, however, made me feel more like I was being tortured in the Tower of London. It didn't help much that there was a woman chanting a Celtic song, a cappella, in the background that sounded too similar to Eowyn's lament for Theodred.

After Master had used all the cups on me that He desired to, He told me He was going to create some bruises with them. He did this by uncupping and recupping the same spot over and over again with the plastic pump cups and dragging them around a bit. That was somewhat painful and He got some whining out of me.

I didn't find the cupping to be a very painful experience and for me,  it was not arousing, though there were moments the heat and tingling building up from the glass cups was starting to turn it in an erotic direction. It was definitely interesting, and it was a pleasure to submit to something unusual for Master. That was the source of pleasure for me.

If you explore cupping and any form of fire play, please be careful, research, know exactly what you are doing and take every precaution and step necessary to make it a safe and enjoyable experience.

The Punishment and Discipline of a Slave

As a slave living in a BDSM power exchange relationship, I have agreed to obey Master and to submit to His will, which sometimes includes punishment and discipline. I have been asked so many times lately, by many of you what Master punishes me for, so I thought I would share a little bit about that.

Sometimes the distinction between punishment and discipline are blurred in explanation, because I have agreed to complete surrender and Ownership, it is Master's beliefs I am adapting and so I have looked to Him to understand the difference. Discipline then, is used by Master to correct my behavior, thought patterns and beliefs in reaction to disobedience, undesirable actions or thoughts, and incorrect beliefs. It is correction and education for the purpose of redirecting and reshaping me as a slave to behave or believe in a desired manner.
Punishment however, is a repercussion, an act of motivation and deterrence used when I willfully or knowingly displease Master. You can read more about the difference between the two here: Are Discipline and Punishment the same or is there a difference?

In my Master and slave relationship, there is a white board Master keeps in His bedroom with categories on it and if I do any of the listed things, a mark is added for punishment. I receive three strokes for each mark recorded. Over time, the things on the board have changed, as I have changed and progressed in my training.
At the beginning things such as doing yoga daily or taking out the garbage were on there, physical things that I was not performing without fail on my own accord. Disrespecting Master was on there.

Over time however, the physical categories have changed to emotional/mental ones. Now some of the things I am punished for include saying No to Master for any reason, believing Master is incorrect, believing Master does not understand, directing anger at Master and not seeing my own infractions before Master points them out. I love that it progresses and changes and grows with me. I love that Master adapts it to what He is currently trying to teach me.

Master almost always uses a paddle to punish me with, though He has used a wooden hairbrush and a cane and a belt on occasion. Ninety percent of the time it is a paddle. My first Master used a paddle to punish me with as well and so I have a strong emotional  tie to paddles for correction. He does not enjoy punishing a slave, and I can always tell by the look in His eyes. It makes my heart wrench. Yet the fact He does not enjoy it and does it anyways has created a great and deep respect in my heart for Him. I always know He is in control, He is in charge, He is shaping me, commanding me, cultivating me. I never have to doubt where the lines are. The deep cleansing and realignment to Master's will and to my goals as a slave, that occur after punishment, are very difficult for me to describe to anyone.  But I am sure many of you understand.

When Master disciplines or punishes me, it helps me to grow as His slave. It guides me through the willfulness and my own ego screaming that it is right. It motivates me to understand my thoughts and beliefs and to alter them to something beneficial. It deepens my submission to His path and His desires.It moves me beyond self judgement and opens me to bettering my service to Him. It is challenging to let go of ego, it can be so deeply convincing. When Master punishes me, it helps me see more clearly, the path He has unfolded before me. It helps me move forward on that path to surrendering myself completely to being His slave.

Though I do not enjoy displeasing Master in any way, I am grateful for His control and correction. It is a challenge being a slave, a very deep challenge. It makes sense to me then that it takes deep motivation and guidance to continue growing and surrendering all that I am. Master's discipline and punishment are a part of that and they help me become a better slave.

Give

It turns out that what you give to others, you give to yourself. Equally, what you fail to give to others, you fail to give to yourself. There is only one of us in the room.

Neale Donald Walsch

The Sensation and Experience of Being Figged

If you are not into BDSM play, you may or may not have heard of the term figging. Master recently made a post explaining the history, purpose and application of figging. I was quite surprised when I found out it's original use. Today He decided to have me experience this. I have to admit, I was rather terrified.  Somehow I anticipated it hurting more then a severe caning, and I am not sure why, as I have never heard anyone explain what it was like.

While He sat at the table carving the ginger, explaining why the piece He had was so perfect with a smile on His face the entire time interrupted only by the occasional chuckle, I tried to pretend I was not scared. Though I did tell Him that I suspected it was medically unsafe and if it hurt too much I was going to call 911. He informed me that I would not be able to since I would be bound and that there was nothing unsafe about it as long as a person is not allergic to ginger. He seemed quite happy when He was finished His carving and I was amazed that this piece of ginger now resembled a butt plug.

 He brought me into the bedroom and ordered me to disrobe. I did so while watching Him lay out lengths of rope and pile pillows on the bed. He bent me over them and bound my hands to my legs with my bottom exposed and lifted. This position never fails to make me deliciously nervous. It was a strangely different feel, the insertion of the ginger into my anus. Master used cold water instead of lube which is startling enough.  I expected it to be instantly excruciating, but this was also an incorrect expectation that only built up my fear.

He took His time working it into me, and before He had the ginger fully in place I could feel it's warm tingling begin burning inside of me. It was very subtle at first, making me think, phew, this is nothing, I can handle this. In no time at all though, it went from a subtle background experience to an intense tingling and burning that captured my entire consciousness. I quickly discovered if you do not move at all, the burning is lessened, but apparently this did not fall into Master's plans as He began to cane me. It amused Him greatly,  if you clench your buttocks from the pain of the canes kiss, you squeeze onto the ginger and greatly intensify the burning.

I tried not moving and for the most part did well, except for the hardest strokes. I know I couldn't control my whimpering and moaning from the sensation at that point. And that is when Master decided to show me I truly had no control. He spanked me, which forced my buttocks to move, my anus to clench, and the burning to increase. He spanked me directly on the piece of ginger, which made it feel as though I were being penetrated over and over with a burning cock. The ginger's tingling fire continued to increase inside of me, though I noticed my body would learn to adapt in some small way to whatever He was doing to cause me to move.

When the Hitachi came out however, and Master used it on my clit, sliding His fingers in and out of me, I could do nothing but beg Him to stop moving me and scream for Him to please stop making me clench inside. His fingers inside of me caused the pain to intensify far more then the cane strokes did, and my body did not adapt, it moved inside and I lost all control over it. He gave me permission to cum if I could and all I could do was imagine how much it would burn and hurt to contract with orgasm around the ginger in my bottom. I did not think there was any way that would happen, but Master is a most patient and persistent Man. I orgasmed for Him, contracting over and over on the burning ginger, and cried out so long and hard I felt inhuman. It was as though I came fire and the incredible intensity left me in a state of blissful tears.

The burning lasted all together around 20-30 minutes inside of me. Less intense at the beginning and end, dissipating out into an enjoyable sensation. The removal of the ginger was far more intense for me then it's insertion because it refreshed the tingling burn. Master used me for His pleasure while I was still bound and tingling. The feeling of Him inside of me, and the movement of His thrusts against my sore, burning bottom were intense and delicious.

I never could have imagined telling you yesterday that I loved being figged, and yet I did. It was intense, and even though it hurt and it burned it was simultaneously stimulating and arousing everything inside of me. The combination was extremely powerful and the experience ended up being deeply erotic and enjoyed by us both. There is no lingering effect or sensation from the ginger, and I am a happy and well used slave.

Figging may be something you desire to experience. I would recommend reading Master's article on the application here, and I truly hope you enjoy it as much as we did!

5 More Tiny Ideas to Please your Master

1.  Prepare your Master or Mistress' favorite beverage and when you serve it to them, kneel before them, extend your arms out offering the drink, tilt your head down slightly and lower your eyes. Be a patient slave and hold this position until He takes His drink.


2. Give your Master or Mistress a foot massage.


3. When your Master is going out, kneel before Him and put His shoes on for Him.


4. Run your Master or Mistress a hot, candle lit bubble bath and bathe them and read to them while they soak and relax.


5. Turn your Master's dinner into a feast fit for a King. Set an elaborate table or create a charming space for His meal and decorate the table, light some candles, create some magic.

Dear Master - This Morning

Dear Master,

This morning I slipped out of bed at 4 am and I knelt at the foot of Your bed while You slept.
I prayed to You.
 I asked to be forgiven my moments of blindness. I asked that this day I serve You with love and devotion. I asked that I might remain strong in my submission to You no matter what the day may present. I reaffirmed in my heart my role as Your slave. I asked that all I do this day be filled with the grace of the love I bare You, that all that I think and feel and create be shaped by Your teachings, and by my submission and desire to please You.. I asked that through my service this day You will know You are worshiped and loved above all else. And I gave thanks for the blessing of belonging to You.

Have a beautiful morning~
Your slave

Service

The value of all service lies in the spirit in which you

serve and not in the importance or magnitude of the service.

Even the lowliest task or deed is made holy, joyous,

and prosperous when it is filled with love.

~Charles Fillmore~

Master's Canvas

There is something so beautifully arousing and so deeply cleansing about being whipped and flogged by Master. While the daily spankings, use,  and varied methods of subjecting me to pain are a part of my service to Him that I adore, the flogging always seems an elevated experience. Master often lets me know ahead of time what He will be doing that day and it never fails to cause me to build up a confusing mixture of desire to submit and fear. Its impossible to explain how much this stimulates all of my nerve endings, how much it causes my body to heat, how much it makes my heart thump, how wet it makes me for Him.

Yesterday when I came into His room and saw the variety of floggers and implements on the bed, I stopped breathing for a moment. Involuntarily, my legs clenched together, my thighs dampened, my nipples hardened and then the fear rushed through my mind. What if its too much for me to take? What if my pain tolerance is low today? How much can I take for Him? What if it hurts so much that I cannot remain in position?

Master had me put my hands behind my head and face Him, legs spread. He whipped and flogged my breasts, stomach, hips - and ever so gently, my face. It always terrifies me to have my breasts whipped. That terror though makes me deeply enjoy submitting to it for Him. There is something sacred to be found for me in submitting to acts that please Master and yet terrify me. (in a delicious way, naturally) Then He placed me facing the wall with my stretched hands above my head and proceeded to flog my back and bottom.

I find it entrancing, how Master always goes for something different, each time He whips me. I can feel the difference in His intent, in how the pain is spaced, in the rhythm of the implements He uses on me, and I can hear it in the melody created by the cut through the air, the impact on my skin and the gasps and cries that escape my lips. I can see it in the marks, always placed so differently, like a new painting each time. When Master told me I was His canvas, the rushes of fear and thought vanished, and I became just that for Him. A canvas to paint his strokes upon. I opened further to the pain and became a part of the flow of movement from Him through the floggers, piercing my flesh, jolting down to my pussy and trickling its way up through my heart, through my breath, through my life until there was nothing but Master. Master and His desire, Master and His pleasure. Master and His dreams. Master and His canvas.

He told me to cry for Him, to cry for my Master and I obeyed. The intensity of the lashes demanded I comply. The shocking pain of the impact demanded I comply. The burning trickles of the lashes previous marks on my flesh demanded I comply. Sacred tears from deep within me, freely given to my Lord and Master. A token of my submission and devotion, of the unconditional love and surrender that excludes nothing, not even pain. And when the beating stopped and Master allowed me to worship and pleasure Him, my tears trickled onto His flesh like an offering and the beauty and intimacy of the moment overwhelmed me.

Master, You are the artist painting and blending and conjuring your slaves life. The pictures You paint mesmerize me to the core of my soul. I am deeply blessed to be Your canvas, Your clay, Your masterpiece, Your devoted slave.

Psalms of a Slave -Own Me

Touch me
reach inside so deep
Hold me
gently let me weep...
Light me
fire burning bright
Wake me
let me greet the night...
Pierce me
bleed me from my soul
Love me
that will make me whole...
Show me
what i cannot see
Mark me
then i will be free...
Spare me
twisting pain inside
Build me
brave so i wont hide...
Strip me
let my light shine through
Shape me
mold me just for You...
Trust me
pleasure i will bring
Own me
be my everything...

~slave kaleera~