hnt august 13 2009

“You have such beautiful hair.”

I love my hair.

My hair is a source of pride for me. Instead of inheriting my mother’s thin strands of hair, I boast thick, heavy tresses. It’s so heavy that I can’t even put it up into a bun or any sort of updo without copious amounts of hairspray and no less than a dozen bobby pins. I end up pulling it back into a side ponytail when it’s hot.

Even as a little girl, I would draw comments from the other hairdressers about my hair. I cried hysterically when my father cut most of it off during my preschool years. He claimed it was because it took too long to wash and comb out my waist-length hair.

I can’t remember a single first time with a play partner where they didn’t compliment my hair.

Of course, I fucking love hair pulling.

I love face slapping as well, and if you put those two things together? Mmm. Two good things go very well together.

I love it when Mark’s fingers are curled up in the tangles of my hair. . .

He tugs on it. He grabs it and pulls, hard.

I gasp. He slaps my face.

I pull away instinctively and he pulls me back by the hair.

It’s one of those things that immediately puts me into a submissive headspace.

It may not look like much from the back, but it’s full of natural wave and body. I’ve never dyed it so it’s full of natural highlights. I’m a very femme girl, and I can easily go a year without cutting my hair. I’m afraid to get it cut now, because it’s so long.

So here’s a picture of my backside. . . the view that my play partners get right before they reach out and sink their fingers into my hair.

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Mark and I have been exploring and playing by ourselves. We’ve been growing and staying in lately.

I’m hoping to get involved in the NYC scene in the fall. I also need to update this blog! I’ve been so preoccupied with school and life and growing up that I think I should remember to slow down a bit.

I should remember to let down my hair more often.

Happy HNT!

While I’m not really at all naked in this picture, my interpretation of “half-nekkid” also implies that pictures can represent other aspects of my life. Revealing myself and all that jazz.

This is me all dressed for my respectable internship position. I work three times a week and then go to class. I also quite like getting dressed up like this sometimes because then I can have fantasies where I’m dressed up and then get all disheveled. Oooh.

(PS: Secretly posting from work, sssssh.)

This one is a bit of a cheat. This is a photo Sir took during a session a while ago. If I can remember correctly, this was right after a caning, where I’m still clutching the huge red strap on dildo Sir uses as my safe signal. I’m blindfolded and gagged. You can only see the strap of the gag here.

(It works, as ridiculous as it looks. The few times I’ve fainted, it rolled right out of my hands. I tend to throw it at the ground when I’m using it as a safeword, though.)

I feel like this is still very revealing. I actually feel almost as revealed and scandalized as I did with the punishment picture last week. Me at my most vulnerable.

(Post by sir/MarkSwell)…

Last night we finally found time to get Delilah over my knee and deliver on our promise to the Friends of Jefferson fundraiser.

We only got a very small number of direct pledges from our site, but a promise is a promise.

Anyways, Delilah also had to answer for a several infractions of our her own over the last few weeks. We are developing a new routine where she is gagged and I go over her daily slave tasks for each day since the last “review”. She explained the rules in a previous post. So while lying across my lap, I used my laptop to go over all the email logs. For each day, I made sure she sent me her required slave reports and her daily picture. Of course she had a very busy few weeks so I had found MANY missing required slave tasks. She gets particularly attention when I’m missing my daily photo.

She had cope with my bare hand for each one of those. The gag is especially fun because for some reason she still tries to argue with me over each infraction.

I find the arguing with me a little funny. If I had just grabbed her and started spanking her ass for NO REASON (cause I wanted to….) she never complains. Being spanked as an “object” gets her hot and wet. But if I’m spanking her for a reason – because of an infraction or a punishment, then for some reason she gets very frustrated if I’m doing it “unjustly”. She gets frustrated enough that she actually tries to talk through the gag. Which is simultaneously funny and a little hot. Especially since I can just add another strike for being defiant.

I saved the our “donated” lashes for the end. Overall we owed 6 hard lashes to our readers. For these I added the blindfold and switched to using the metal and rattan canes. She also received a few extra hard cane lashes for some stolen orgasms (masturbating without permission). So, in total she received about 8 or so very hard cane lashes. I think I always intentionally lose count, would rather just keep striking her until I think she’s done anyways.

She did ask for a small break in the middle of the caning, which she got. The pain was quite difficult and there were tears. I gave her the option to stop, but she wanted to finish her punishment, and did so quite beautifully.

right after i got out of the shower.

and i don’t know what those white posts are.

still getting used to HNT.

My first HNT is kind of half-assed because I’m exhausted from the collegiate responsibilities I had today.

The story is that I haven’t wore a proper bra in a while. Sir doesn’t really like them (He prefers my natural breasts) and during the summer, the bra I had was itchy and synthetic so I just went without. This bra, is the one I bought after I had another bra fitting. Turns out I was wearing a too small bra, which is why it was so uncomfortable. Who knew? This one is so comfortable, though plain. I don’t wear much lingerie.

(I think I have decent breasts for an Asian woman.)