Life, Love, Sex

By the way, Ow

I went to a tea party yesterday.

Managed to walk out with bruises on either arm.

That’ll teach me to sit within arms reach of Boymeat.

HNT- The Day After

My marks the day after…

(By the way, taking a picture of one’s own back is fairly difficult.)

Moving on Up!

Yesterday as I was driving to meet my mom and aunt for a movie and dinner I had a random flashback of Boymeat slapping me in the face.

My cunt instantly tightened and my clit started tingling.  Just in that flash of a memory.  Intense, right?

Then later that night I went to Vicky’s to replace my favorite black bra that’s gone missing and discovered while trying on my faithful 36B that I was spilling out of the cups- so I had the girl bring me 36Cs and wouldn’t you know they fit perfectly!

And I knew my boobs had grown- I even asked Jefferson a few months ago if he’d noticed a change - but of course being a guy, he hadn’t.

I put on my new bra when I got home and danced around my room in my underwear (to Daft Punk’s Celebration, no lie).

Not Quite HNT

How about, Holy Fuck Friday?

Marks from my very first single tailing.

I am now a very huge fan.

My Friend Match

My friend Match? Adore him.

But sometimes, wow. Sometimes I think we’re not even playing the same sport, let alone in the same league.

Check this out:

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That’s crazy shit, right?

Except, um, I kinda want to know what that feels like. Maybe not quite as intense as that, but I’m definitely curious as to what a real singletailing feels like (not just the light strokes I’ve tasted).

Boymeat?

The One Where Boymeat Hits Me

I don’t know where it came from, but suddenly there was a cane and it was in Boymeat’s hand. And it wasn’t your average, run of the mill rattan cane. No, it was some heavy duty rubberized sucker that for some strange reason Callie owns. So Boymeat does as he’s known to do and starts gently (and I use this word loosely) hitting the tops of my thighs over my jeans. When I started complaining too much, he had me lay on my stomach so he could cane my ass.

Ouch. Mother fuck. Soon I was starting to sweat and had to strip out of my clothes. After a little bit more, Boymeat decided to give me a break and go smoke a cigarette. I took the opportunity to hide the cane under the couch, but the other people at the party wouldn’t let it stay hidden. Hmpf.

But I sure paid for it when he came back.

My ass had already been battered that night, but nothing compared to the damage he did to the tops of my thighs. Especially when I made the mistake of wondering out loud whether a cane that thick could leave welts. (It can.) Blow after blow I would curse and squirm, dropping to my knees on the hardest of hits.

By the end of the night the tops of my thighs were swollen and deep red with patches of purple forming.

I’d wished I worn a skirt that night when it came time to put on my jeans.  Such is my luck.

HNT- Tuesday Night’s Damage

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TES Class Quick Write Up

So last night I demo bottomed for Boymeat at TES as he taught Caning 101 (I’ll have to build up a bit before I could bottom to his 301 class…). Were you there??? No, I don’t think so! It was a very small crowd with about half the attendance being friends! (Wendy, Jocasta, Zelda, and X)

I’m kinda thankful it was a small class for my first time demo bottoming for pain (I’d only ever done the g-spot classes with Jefferson).

I was a huge hit though. Apparently, I’m a very fun bottom. How ’bout that? Hehe.

First Boymeat gave his presentation on canes- different materials, sizes, all that good stuff. Then he was ready for me. So I stripped, not quickly enough though. Less because I was shy, more because, you know, I’ve been seriously hating my body these days. (Another reason I was thankful it was a smaller crowd.)

Once naked, he started going through the various parts of the body he likes to hit. Ass, thighs, arms, calves (Ow!), and feet (Ow!)! The class was a little against me though- they kept prompting Boymeat to do mean things! Especially that heckler, Wendy.

It went well though. I was cute. Boymeat was mean. And I got all sub-spacey. That was the best part probably.

Shit, I wanna do it again as soon as my ass body heals (because I’m marked and bruised from shoulder to knee!).

MA

Masochists Anonymous

Did you know TES was originally started as a support group for masochists? Yeppers. It’s true.

Well, hi, I’m Avah, and I’m a masochist. And I’m letting Boymeat cane me for a class at TES this Tuesday (1/29). You know, for the sake of education.  (Well, that and the fact that I like it.)

If you’re in the area, and free at 8pm, come watch Boymeat be really mean to me.

It’ll be fun. I squirm and make funny noises.

(Info can be found on TES’s website. The caning class isn’t on the calendar as it was a last minute change. But same time and place.)

Writers Block

I’m suffering from some severe writer’s block.  Weeks have gone by now where I’ve wanted to write, but every time I go to put pen to paper, absolutely nothing comes out and I flitter to another activity.  But there are so many stories I want to tell, and I’m starting to fear they may never get told.

I want to tell you about Brian, who I met while escorting.  We had one of those instant chemistry kind of things, but it never developed into anything because he couldn’t get over the fact he was 17 years my senior.  Nor could he manage to stay in touch between the times he was in town on business.  He popped up out of no where, after 6 months, asking to see me.  I told him if he was going to treat me like a whore, then I would treat him like a John - and gave him a pretty high price.  He declined, apologized for hurting my feelings, and wished me well.  That was the last I heard from him, almost 2 years ago.

Then there’s Michael.  Going all the way back to when I was 17.  There’s a lot to talk about with him and our 3 year off and on relationship.  The highs and lows.  The fact I see him on campus every once in a while still and wish he would fucking graduate all ready!

I want to tell you about my first experience with submission- talking online and on the phone with someone from Collarme.  What it was like for me exploring my darker side for the first time.

And there are probably even more stories from my past that I’ll want to tell as they come to me.

In more recent months, there’s so much I’ve done and I’ve barely gotten around to scratching the surface.

Back in the fall I had a date with someone from camp and learned of an interesting perception he had of me.  Apparently he thought I was quite hardcore and remarked at being surprised to see me write about marriage and kids on the blog.  It’s also a funny story because I wouldn’t exactly stop talking long enough for him to kiss me.  So I told him to just tell me to shut up.  He caught on quickly enough.

Of course I never wrote about Floating World.  My first suspension, making friends, tears and heart break, playing with a new couple.  I’d like to get around to writing that event one day.

I’d like to write more about Match, my friend from camp.  I don’t even know what I’d write though.  It’d be hard not to gush about what an amazing guy he is.  He’s really one of the nicest guys you’ll ever meet.  He came to visit me back in the fall and actually helped me Christen my house.  In all my years, I’d never had sex there (I was very virginal in high school).

There’s another story of Boymeat caning the tops of my thighs so badly I could barely put on my jeans at the end of the night because of how swollen the welts were.  Then also how I couldn’t even put my laptop on my lap for a few days because of how badly bruised I was.  Have I also mentioned how much I loved it?  Shhh…don’t tell him! 

Then there was the time Jefferson got his whole fist in me for the first time- up to the narrow part I’m talking.  We were putting on a show for some guy and he starts fingering me and of course I’m thrashing on the bed in like a non-stop orgasm.  I even bump my head on the night stand during it.  And he starts working his fist in and before I know it, it’s all the way in.  I couldn’t really stand it that day, but I was ecstatic to know it was possible.

I also would like to share a reading of my tarot cards Desire did for me earlier this month, but of course I’ve forgotten half of what she told me at this point.  I should have written it down at the time.  But she had some good insights into my love life, and also my school life, and it was amazing how dead on she was.

My first TES meeting and then my first time at Paddles with Jocasta.

My first orgy at Marcus’s.  Wendy fisting me.

Tea parties.

Dancing with Jefferson in his living room.

New Year’s Eve with friends.

Countless stories are going untold because I can’t unlock my brain.  And all of these snippets are just synopses, they’re not justice for the tales.  But at least I’m giving them some kind of voice.

It’s a little strange, but my break-up post with Jefferson, from last winter is actually one of my favorite posts.  I thought it was very beautifully written, and I really only wish all my posts could be as good as that.  But of course not every story evokes that kind of emotion in me.  Hopefully one day (soon) I can come back and write these stories, the right way.

I just need to get rid of this damn writer’s block.