The Return of the Nudity Tent

You guys probably all know by now: I'm an exhibitionist, and a bit of a nudist.

Since the weather's warmed up recently, all I've been able to think about is being naked outdoors. I don't know why, but there's something about feeling the warmth and the sunshine on my bare skin that makes me really feel right and at peace.

I'd been thinking about asking Master to set the Nudity Tent back up, but, with how hard He's been working recently, and how sick He's been, I didn't want to bother Him.

So, imagine my surprise when He brought it up first.

We were lounging on the porch Saturday night, basking in the last lingering light of the day, when He mentioned it:

"You know what'd make this moment perfect? If we could be naked..."

Master's usually not the one dying to get out of His clothes, and I was more than impressed, and excited.

The next morning, we got up bright and early, to enjoy as much of His day off as we could.

First things first: up went the Nudity Tent, positioned so that neither neighbors, nor people driving by, could see anything. I helped with the set-up as much as I could, and we moved it around a few times, to make sure it was in just the right spot.

We filled the tent with blankets and pillows, to make the ground more comfy, and relaxed for a while, listening to music and watching the clouds roll by through the openings in the top.

The heat of the day got a little too hot, though, and we left, promising to come back out later.

We went to the store, had a nice lunch, watched some porn, messed around a little. Master got a brilliant idea about attaching locks to the chain of my clover clamps, to pull it down further, and made me wear it like that for a while, torturing me. We practiced some of our rope skills, too: He'd bind my ankles, then laugh at me as I tried to hobble around...

Finally, the sun began to set, and the temperature dropped from Unbearable to Mild. Barely dressed, we crept out the back door in the fading light, and zipped ourselves inside the tent, away from the world.

The sky was clear, and we watched together, naked and in silence, as the moon rose and the stars popped up, one by one. No music this time, no talking, just the sounds of crickets, and the wind.

For a while, the world seemed to stop...or, at least, to move in slow-motion. Everything was perfect, everything made sense.

After a few minutes, or an hour, talking resumed. We spoke in hushed tones, and with our hands, teasing and flirting and arousing each other.

"Do you know what I want, property?" Master whispered in my ear.

"I want to fuck you, right here."

He moved between my thighs; I smiled up at Him.

"I'm Yours, Master. You can do whatever You want to me..."

He slid inside me easily: my body was ready and begging for Him.

And, there, on the blanket-covered floor, under the stars, our bodies came together. He pinned my arms above my head, and entwined our fingers; His eyes never left mine the whole time.

When we parted at last, we fell back beside each other, watching the sky as we had before, holding each other and silently savoring the moment...

Master and I had to come back inside that night, so He could wake up and go to work the next morning.

But, we never took the Nudity Tent down. It's still sitting out in the backyard, in just the right spot, waiting for us to come back out and enjoying ourselves again...

~Bre

Book Review: "Leather Bound"

Note: I received a free copy of this book from Mischief Books, but was not otherwise compensated for this review.

 Summary

 

Janine Archer has dedicated her life to sharing other people's stories. With her best friend, Lily, she runs Leather Bound, a beautiful bookstore that focuses on rare volumes and first-editions. Janine herself specializes in the hard-to-find, and has a talent for locating even the most impossible works.

A new chapter of her life begins when a mysterious man named Davian enters her store, asking her to find a book that doesn't exist, a book that relates to a secret sex club.

As she tries to track down the handbook, she finds herself falling deeper and deeper into a world of pleasure and dark desires...and falling for the man that started it all. Should she risk the life she's grown so comfortable in for a chance at something amazing?

And, most importantly, will her story have a happy ending?

Things I Liked

This is another one of those books that I just adored. I couldn't put this one down, and ended up finishing the whole thing in about 2 days.

First things first, the tone that the author, Shanna Germain, sets is just perfect. It's very much like an adult mystery novel, full of intrigue and exploring, trying to find the answers. The reader is kept in the dark, with our protagonist, until everything comes together at the end, and I really enjoyed trying to figure out how everything would work out.

Secondly, it's wonderfully kinky. This is a book for voyeurs and exhibitionists. There are a lot of sexy scenes that take place in front of others, on stages, at big lavish parties--all of which left me drooling.

One whole scene is set around bondage, and other kinks, like pet play, masochism, and some power-exchange, show up throughout.

The characters are all great and sexual in their own ways. Even minor characters, like best friend Lily, get a turn at the sex scenes, which are all well-written, realistic, and beautifully described. I'm not gonna lie, this book is the reason I've been so wound-up this week...It  knew how to push my all of my buttons--in a really good way!

As for the two main characters, they complete each other. Janine learns, over the course of the story, how to trust Davian, even when she doesn't understand what's happening; Davian helps her and guides her, leading her slowly out of her comfort zone until she's the person they both knew she could be. Their sex scenes are hot, but the relationship that develops between them is even hotter.

Seriously, I don't think I can praise this book enough.

Things I Didn't Like

The ending, the conclusion of the mystery of the secret book, was the tiniest bit anticlimactic. After all the sex and teasing, I imagined it all coming together in some huge, dramatic finale, and, instead, it quietly clicked into place.

I still don't really feel like I can complain, though, as the quiet clicking still left me smiling, and the Epilogue totally made up for any disappointment.

To sum it up...

Leather Bound gets a 5 out of 5! It was absolutely perfect, and I couldn't get enough. I hate to admit it, but I'm actually halfway through rereading it a second time, even though I just finished...

If you're into female submission, attractive male Doms, and public sex scenes, either watching or participating, then this book is for you!

Leather Bound is out and available for purchase, so, if you're interested, feel free to head on over to Mischief Books and get your own copy!

~Bre

Bre's First Bruises

In all the years that Master and I have been playing, He's never been able to bruise me.

He's left marks and welts and scars, with a variety of implements...and there have been times I've said  I was "bruised", when it hurt to sit down the next day. But, serious bruises, black and blue splotches on my back and bottom, have never appeared, no matter how hard we've tried for them.

Master's been sick most of this past week, but, by last night, He was feeling much better and ready to play, something I'd been dying for all week.

I remember almost none of the specifics of the scene: a few toys, here and there, but not most of His words or actions.

But, I remember how it felt, with Him standing over me, His hand on the back of my neck, pushing me into the bed as He beat me.

I remember how He urged me to take the pain, to be His painslut, and how He rewarded me with praise when I did.

I remember how those words affected me, how my breath came faster and shallower, how each new sentence sent a thrill of fear and joy rushing from the top of my head to the soles of my feet.

More than anything, though, I remember the sentence that started it all:

"Tonight, I'm gonna bruise that ass of yours, slut."

He started lightly, with His hands, and quickly moved on to heavier things, to our big bullhide flogger, the Scorpion Tail, Das Boot, landing blows that made me squirm and cry and scream and beg, beg, beg Him to stop.

"You can take more," He'd say each time. I shook my head, refused to believe Him. He made me plead for the pain, tell Him that I loved it, that I needed more, and I did, even through the tears, even though my legs were shaking.

I tried to sink into subspace, but, each time I neared it, He'd change toys, jolt me out of it. He wanted me to be present, not floating.

He wanted me to hurt.

The cane came out next. I could hear it sailing through the air, bouncing off my skin. He'd let it fall gently a handful of times, before swinging hard, knocking me off-balance. I'd crawl onto the bed, turn onto my back, try to escape...But, there He was, reassuring and rubbing, telling me how good I was doing, how good I am.

Calling me 'property', His property, in that voice that makes me melt. Resigned, I'd crawl back to the ottoman, resume the proper position, and take more blows again.

The very last toy He used was His own hand.


He'd thrust the heel of His hand against me, putting all His strength behind it. Not all over--just the same spot, again and again, determined to leave a mark.

When I finally thought I couldn't take anymore, He seemed to know. He ordered me onto the bed, for aftercare and cuddles. He petted my hair, kept telling me I was so good, I was His.

I could have stayed there, in that afterglow, forever.

We went to bed not long afterwards; I had difficulty sleeping, because my bottom still stung. This morning, too, I realized it still hurt to sit down. I tried to check my backside in the mirror, but couldn't see...

I was sure there wouldn't be anything there, but, just in case, I had Master check for me...

 And, lo and behold, I have two little bruises where He slammed His fist into me, plus a good welt or two, from the caning.

The bruises are tiny in size, but huge to us. I'd given up on the thought of bruising from play, convinced it was just one of those things that was never going to happen...

But, now I know I can. It took a lot to get there, but it's possible. My little bruises are a mark today, a sign of how far I went for my Master, further into pain than I've ever gone before...And, now that we know it's possible, that's just one more thing we can experiment with in the future...

~Bre

Busy, Busy Day

Master and I have spent the whole day running around College Campus; I'm totally spent, physically and emotionally, and I'm about ready to call it quits for the night...

But, before I do, I wanted to report the exciting news our running around brought us!

First of all, I've officially been accepted back into college!

Master's letter came a few days ago, but mine never showed. Since we were on campus anyway, I decided to check. Wasn't sure where to check, so I went to the bursar, who sent me to the registrar, who sent me to admissions...

But, third time's the charm!

The woman at the admissions desk smiled and said, "Oh, sure, you were accepted back on April 30th! Sorry you didn't get the letter...but, congratulations!"

I didn't do great my last semester, and fully expected to be on academic probation....but, by some miracle, my GPA was still weirdly good. Not in trouble at all. Just need to talk to an adviser before I pick classes, and declare my new major.

Unfortunately, Master's meeting didn't go as well. He needed to talk to the Assistant Dean. On the phone, they'd said He didn't need to make an appointment...but, when we got there, they said they couldn't see Him today (the only weekday He has free, that He specifically asked off for to do this), and had to pencil Him in tomorrow, instead.

He was still able to get His new student ID, though. I'm getting mine tomorrow. I'm pretty psyched about the whole thing!

Next, we had an appointment with the rental agency we checked out last Wednesday. They only had a handful of single bedroom apartments left, so we spent about an hour going from place to place, trying to decide.

My mind was basically made up after the first apartment. It was amazingly spacious--not as big as our house, obviously, but bigger than our last apartment--not to mention affordable and close to campus.

Conveniently, it's the same one Master had been pushing for, since He'd seen it last week. I hadn't liked the look of it from the outside...but, again, Master always knows best: once I got inside, I fell in love.

We signed the lease as soon as we got back to the office, and will be moving in to our new place this fall.

It's official now. Everything's in motion. It's all happening so fast, I almost can't believe it.

Every part of my body hurts, from roaming around College Town for 3 hours...but I've been so hyper today, I can barely sit still.

Life is good, guys. Life is very, very good.

(Now to go crash, so I can roam around again tomorrow morning...)

~Bre

Bare Down There

Master has always preferred that my pubic area be kept hairless.

Even when we started messing around in high school, before we knew anything about this whole M/s thing, He asked me to shave...and it got upgraded to a rule, not a request, once our dynamic became more formalized.

The only problem is, I've never figured out a way to be completely bare down there.

I tried shaving, but I hated how much maintenance that took, and the annoying stubble and ingrown hairs that'd appear the next day. Hair removal creams left me with chemical burns, irritation, and lots of leftover hair--and the epilator was a nightmare.

The only thing I really loved was waxing...but, once we moved into the house last year, that option was out. My mom's house has a serious ant problem--even before we moved in--and the wax, for whatever reason, attracts the ants like crazy. I had to throw my beloved wax away, before the ants could claim the bathroom as theirs.

So, I've been bouncing between two options this past year: shaving, or trimming with one of Master's electric razors. I hated the results of the first choice, and felt ugly, covered in stubble and razor bumps; Master hated that I still had hair left after the second.

It's been a real struggle to continue to obey, and not just let the hair grow. I had even asked Master, on more than one occasion, if I could just forget it.

His response was always, no, this is something that's important to Him. I'd just have to deal.

I've sucked it up and shaved, but I knew there had to be a better option out there somewhere...

And I think we've finally found it.

We were at the store the other week, picking up some more razors, when something new and different caught Master's eye. We turned the box over, read all about it, checked the price...and He decided that this was something we needed to get.

It's an electric razor kit, specifically designed for women's bodies, not men's faces. It's lighter, battery-powered, and easier for me to use than the masculine electric razor I had tried before...and, even better, this one comes with three different heads: a foil shaver, a regular razor, and a rotating exfoliation brush, for afterwards.

Like I said, we've tried just about everything on the market, and I had no real confidence that this would work better than anything else. But, Master thought it might help, so we brought it home and I tried it out for the first time.

No cuts, no nicks, no razor burn, no ingrown hairs. The job was easy and painless, both during and afterwards.

Suddenly, Master's rule doesn't seem like such a burden. I still have to shave every other day, to keep the stubble at bay...but, now, I'm enjoying it.

I noticed yesterday, for the first time, just how much my viewpoint had changed.

Before, when I shaved, I was always miserable. I'd be worried about cutting myself, and stressed about how bad it would look, and generally dreading the whole process.

But, this time, I was excited. I knew how happy seeing my beautiful, bare pussy would make Master. I felt good about following the rule, and about how I knew I would look...not torn up, like I was with a regular razor, but smooth and sexy.


I never thought I'd like the way I looked clean-shaven, but I'm totally loving it.

I don't know how He does it, but, somehow, Master always knows what He's talking about...

~Bre

Good, Knotty Fun

Back in December, Master and I decided to purchase our first set of bondage rope, with hopes of getting into Shibari.

With our handy how-to book in tow, we practiced, and practiced, and practiced....But, the ties always fell apart, or tightened too much, and we couldn't figure out what we were doing wrong.

SquareKnot, being the amazing guy that he is, tried to help us out a few times at parties, and, when that wasn't enough, offered to come over for a rope demo/photoshoot sometime. We absolutely loved the idea--but, Fate has a way of keeping us apart, and we spent months pushing the day back and rescheduling...

Finally, though, Master had yesterday off, and SquareKnot was free, so he was able to impart some serious rope-knowledge.

I sat on a chair in the living room while they practiced on me: SquareKnot took one arm, or one leg, while Master took the other and followed his lead. Having no tying experience, myself, it all looked super-confusing and complicated to me, but Master picked it up fairly quickly.

The longer the lesson went on, the more clothes I lost: first my pants, so they could do ladder ties up my legs--then my shirt, for harnesses. Master would stop every occasionally to grope me or pinch me; He even tried to bring out our scary talon clamps, while my arms were bound, but I struggled and kicked so much He eventually gave up on that one.

He repaid me for it later, though, with two good swats from Das Boot, one on each cheek; even SquareKnot was surprised by how quickly, and how brightly, the marks showed up.

After a couple hours, and lots of practicing, SquareKnot got out his camera, and we started getting ready for the photo session.

He started out with a chest harness, arms ties behind my back, with my thighs and ankles also tied together. I couldn't stand up or really move much at all by myself: SquareKnot and Master practically had to carry me over to the ottoman.

We took a few pictures just like this, in a few different positions: I'd brought out my harness gag, too, and we got a lot of nice shots with it in.

After that, we tried a hogtie...and that didn't work out as well.

The problem was, my chest was still tied up, which was already making it a little difficult to breathe. When they rolled me onto my stomach and stuck the gag back in my mouth, I seriously couldn't get any air, which made me panic, which made it harder and harder to breathe...

I started struggling and trying to tell them to untie me through the gag, and, while it was a freaky situation, I was seriously impressed by how quickly SquareKnot responded, by how fast he was able to get me free and comfortable again.

I spent some time calming down and catching my breath; SquareKnot had some camera issues, too, so we didn't get as much shooting time as we wanted.

Before he left, though, we wanted to try one last thing, on the bed.

Each of my ankles was tied to the headboard.

My wrists were tied behind my back, and similarly fastened off, and a rope went through the O-ring on my harness gag, to pull my head up, too.

Being on the nice, soft bed was much better than the hard ottoman, and I, thankfully, had no more breathing problems. SquareKnot got a lot of really good shots from a couple different angles.

(As always, feel free to check out my Fetlife page, if you want to see the others!)

After that, though, we were out of time. Master and I had a special errand to run, so SquareKnot packed up his stuff and headed out. We're already tentatively planning another photoshoot in the future, though...SquareKnot's always so much fun to work with, and hang out with, and it's always good having him around.

Master and I spent most of the rest of the day in College Town, checking out places to rent. You guys might remember that I was considering going back to college a few months ago, and, I'm excited to say, we've both decided to do it! Master was officially accepted as of this morning, and I'm hoping my letter will come tomorrow...so, we're looking for a place closer to campus again. Yay!

Anyway, we didn't have a lot more time to play or explore last night, but, with how excited Master was yesterday, I have a feeling we'll be practicing some more, in private, very, very soon...

~Bre

Getting Tipsy, Getting Naked

I've said it before: I'm not a big drinker, for several reasons. I usually don't like the taste, and I'm such a lightweight that it's not much fun for me.

This weekend really made me realize, though, that drinking can be fun.

Kitty and E came over Saturday evening; we didn't have any specific plans--we're really good at just going with the flow--but, they came prepared, with two frisbees, a deck of Cards Against Humanity, and their kinky Bag o' Fun, just in case.

The weather wasn't too bad, so Master fired up the grill, and we cooked out. I'm not sure who pulled out the alcohol first, or why...But, it came up while we were setting the table, and Master started showing off our rather large collection, getting everyone excited about drinks after dinner.

We ate, relaxed, threw a frisbee around the yard, chatted. Then, being the creative people we are, we decided to spice up our game of Cards Against Humanity.

Normally, you'd think this would involve nudity (like our classic games of Strip In-A-Pickle)...and it definitely did, before the night was over...

But, first, it was strictly an easy drinking game: whoever won the hand had to take a drink.

We sat around the kitchen table and picked our poisons. Kitty lined up a few shots of tequila, complete with lime wedges; I stuck to my usual vodka and cranberry; E mixed up some Gatorade, Sour Apple Pucker, and I think some vodka, too; Master...I don't remember, but I think He might have been drinking whiskey.

The game progressed fairly quickly, and we all started to feel the alcohol's effect. My head started swimming after just a few rounds, but it was a nice buzz; sometimes, I'd forget whose turn it was, or to pick up more cards, but it wasn't a big deal.

Kitty finished off her tequila shots, and was ready to quit drinking...but we weren't done with the game. That's where the stripping element came in: if you didn't want to drink, you had to remove an article of clothing.

Kitty ended up taking off her shirt and bra (which further distracted me from the game,in a really good way); Master ended up shirtless, too, and maybe even in boxers? The night gets a little fuzzy at that point. I finished my drink off, and my little buzz turned into a nice, warm glow of sexual energy. My hoodie and shirt came off next, leaving me exposed from the waist up.

Master would reach over and fondle me every now and then, or pinch one of my nipples; E did the same to Kitty. The pile of cards dwindled, and we suddenly had an issue stacking them...They'd fall onto the floor, or into each of our piles, and we'd have to stop to correct them.

At this point, we decided to call it quits. I think maybe E won, with 13 hands; Master and I tied.

As the game ended, E prompted Kitty to get naked.

"Can Bre be naked, too?" she asked. Never one to pass on an opportunity to take my clothes off, I happily stripped down, and stayed that way the rest of the night.

Everyone else retired to the living room, lounging on the couch and beanbag chair, while I popped some popcorn for us. Strangely, I didn't feel half as out-of-it as I usually do after drinking; I could still get up and refill drinks and make sure everyone was comfortable...the only difference was the pleasant heat still radiating through my body.

Once everyone had popcorn and Master had His water, I stretched out on the couch,  loving the feel of the fabric against my skin. Master kept touching me underneath the blanket we shared: my thigh, my breasts, my cunt. I accepted each caress, too relaxed to reciprocate, but loving the attention...

We all continued to talk and cuddle and watch TV until a little past midnight, when we decided it was time for bed. Master had hinted that He might try something, but He fell asleep almost instantly; I stayed up, however, lying in bed, just thinking about what a wonderful day it had been...

Sunday morning was short: Kitty helped me make breakfast (she's a very good cooking teacher!), and they left not too long after that. Master and I had planned to go shopping, then enjoy the day together...but, our car decided to screw us over again, and we spent most of the day trying to resolve that problem, instead...

So, things might not be perfect, but life is pretty sweet right now. I'm feeling better  and getting to enjoy good times with my friends again, and that's all I can really ask for...

~Bre