Brandy’s Predicament

Sorry I’ve not written in a little while, it’s been a busy time and it will likely be this way, periods of consistent writing and then gaps when I get busy at work or with Mistress. It’s better than nothing though right?

I have though finally managed to finish a story I’ve been thinking about for a while. It’s actually a sequel to a story I wrote years ago called “The Geek Slave” (terrible title I know!) and pretty much carries on from the cliffhanger that I intentionally left on that story.

Head over to The Fet Library to read the story and don’t forget to let me know what you think of it in the comments. You could also check out some of the other content from the other great authors that have content there.

Have a good weekend everyone x

Him

There is something that I have eluded to before on this blog but have never really talked about in detail and I feel like it is time to be open about it.

For years, since before I was with Fiona or even some of the other partners I’ve talked about, there has been a guy on and off in my life. I’ve spent many hours playing with him and he has brought me a great deal of enjoyment and pleasure, he’s even helped me feel better when I’ve been at some of my lowest moments, he gives me a guilty spark.

His name is John and he’s kind of a strong and silent type but is also very funny in a dry sort of way and has a presence about him that you could only call powerful and dominant, it’s definitely his personality that attracts me to him, well that and his deep and powerful voice. When we play together I feel excitement, exhilaration and despite some extremely frustrating moments there is always satisfaction in the end and I’m left wanting more.

Fiona doesn’t see the attraction at all and has sometimes limited my contact with him but she knows how much it means to me and in the end always allows me time with him, especially when I am stressed or need to let off some steam and just be “normal”.

For most of the time I’ve known him we haven’t played alone, he has a partner that used to play with us too but a few years ago she went her own way and I’m not sure what is going on with them now. Apparently they are getting together again later in the year so we’ll have to see where that goes but it’s not looking promising. I always thought they really cared for each other, she was always in his head but she often seemed blue and then the last few times we played she seemed to have gone a bit power mad and as far as I know they haven’t seen each other much since then.

Instead he started to bring a few other friends to our play sessions, another guy called Fred and then there are Linda and Kelly but John is always the one in charge and most of the time they do their own thing and it’s just me and John playing together. I wasn’t sure about it at first but enjoyed those sessions a lot although I definitely miss the days when it was just me, John, her and our Covenant.

The reason I am talking about this now is that I haven’t had any new sessions with John for a more than 117 days, more than 343 in fact. We were supposed to get together at the end of last year but because of covid that didn’t happen and instead it’s going to be around November time this year and I am very excited for it, apparently he has a new version of her in the picture. Mistress has allowed me a few days to just dive in and really invest some time in seeing how things are after all this time.

I don’t mind so much if Blue Team are along for the ride, but I’d really love to see John and Cortana reunited, fingers crossed!

Sibling boundaries

I started writing a different post but I got half way through and then got distracted for a couple of days I now I’m finding it difficult to get back into it so I’m just going to tell you about an embarrassing experience I had a while ago, before lockdown.

It was about six month after I’d got married and I’d arranged to go for a meal with my sister. For those of you that don’t know my sister became aware of my lifestyle with Fiona and subsequently began to explore her own Dominant feelings with some guidance from my Mistress and a the time was seeing a submissive guy but that’s not relevant to this story.

I had got ready and my sister had arrived to pick me up and was waiting in the taxi, I was saying goodbye to Miss when she got a glint in her eye then disappeared and reappeared ordering me to lean over the arm of the sofa. I was wearing a little black dress and full underwear, Mistress lifted my dress up, pushed the crotch of my underwear aside and pushed something into my embarrassingly but predictably wet pussy before replacing my underwear and standing me back up.

Turning to look at her I rolled my eyes (yes I know..!) and as she went to kiss me she jerked my head back by my hair until it was hurting my neck and scalp then kissed me with enough passion to make my knees weak and then whispered “Don’t roll your eyes at me sweety” before turning and walking upstairs.

I was pretty sure I knew what she’d put in me, I could feel the tail of the lush vibe protruding from my hole as I walked to the taxi and got in. Strangely enough though by the time we reached the restaurant I had almost forgotten that while Mistress wasn’t physically with me, she’d manage to retain physical control of my pussy!

It wasn’t until about half way through the main course that I began to feel the stirrings of sensation inside me, it was only very light and subtle but I am very attuned to such feelings given that I had, and still have, been edged almost every day of my married life.

The vibrations grew extremely slowly to the point that I didn’t really notice them getting stronger but every so often I would realise that my arousal had moved up a notch on the horny-o-meter! About half an hour after I’d first felt something my sister noticed.

I’d become fidgety, uncrossing and re-crossing my legs, my breathing was slightly heavier and I could feel my cheeks pinking. She said “Are you ok? You look flushed”, I looked at her and my subconscious completely betrayed me by turning my cheeks bright red and telling my teeth to bite my lip. The realisation on my sister’s face as her eyes went wide and she said “OH MY GOD!” was mortifying!

I couldn’t say anything, partially through embarrassment and partially because it’s hard to form coherent thoughts when you’re being brought close to orgasm in the middle of a restaurant, as she pulled out her phone and started texting.

I didn’t know at the time and I can’t remember the exact messages put I read it later and the conversation went something like this:

Sister: Are you making Lois cum when she’s out for dinner with me?!

Fiona: mmhmm

Sister: wtf?

Fiona: {shugging emoji}

Sister: Get it over with so we can have a normal conversation!

Fiona: ok but film her and send it to me, I’m bored

Sister: {rolling eyes emoji}

Sister: {video attachment}

Fiona: ty {smiley emoji} Enjoy your night x

I realised what was happening when I saw her clearly filming me and the vibrations start to pulse and I buried my face in my hands and said, I remember this clear, “oh my god as if!”. I had been intending excusing myself to go to the bathroom, compose myself and cum if that’s what Mistress wanted but it was now clear she had other plans and I bit down on my knuckle as the sensations overwhelmed my ability to keep my orgasm at bay and I focused all of my attention on keeping silent as my body tensed up and I squeezed my legs and my eyes together..

It wasn’t a great orgasm, when every fibre of your being is trying not to do it it kind of feels a bit like a ruined orgasm where you cum but you don’t really get the release or the pleasure from it. After twenty seconds after I came the vibrations stopped (to the day I have no idea how she knew I’d cum) and about thirty seconds after that I looked up at my sister who was just looking at me with a smirk on her face. I said “I need the loo” and she just looked disapprovingly at me and said “mmhmm”.

I returned to the table five minutes later, feeling extremely horny, still flushed but a lot more composed, also having text Fi to thank her for my orgasm. My sister and I didn’t talk about it, we just carried on as if it hadn’t happened, I still have no idea what her thoughts were about watching her sister orgasm, it sure as hell was weird and humiliating for me!

When I got home several hours later I had amazing sex with Mistress and this time the orgasm was mind blowing.

Pride

For much of my youth I was extremely sure about my sexuality, while I held no prejudice against any other sexuality I considered myself to be completely straight right up until I was confronted with the fact, or rather that I acknowledged the fact, that I wasn’t.

In the very first post on this blog, which is actually a post from 2006 that I recovered from a previous (now deleted) blog, I talk about how I am straight but that I like playing with Dominant women because I find it humiliating to be used by another woman. By the next recovered post from 2008 I was coming to the end of my first real D/s relationship with a woman.

The years in between, my early twenties, were very confusing for me as I began to look more deeply at myself and tried to better understand the things I was feeling. The fact I enjoyed the sexual activity I had with non-females but that there was no emotional connection for me, the exact opposite to the narrative I had always written for myself. I began to understand how I naturally separate the physical and emotional elements of sex and most of all began to really understand and accept that I was different.

At the time I didn’t really have anyone to talk to about this and my blog was really an amazing resource for me to pour out my feelings and thoughts and to get feedback from likeminded people, I had nothing like that in my real life not least because I was (and still am to a degree) very private about this side of my life.

There have been times in my life when I have been suicidal just because I am who I am and I wouldn’t wish that feeling on anyone. I think it is wonderful that things like Pride month exist now and that people of all gender identities and sexualities can be more open about who they are and be accepted, I hope this move towards openness and acceptance continues and grows.

It’s because of the changes in the world, as well as the support of a loving partner, that I was able to come out to my family and friends that I am queer, something that I never thought I’d be able to do. And even go as far as to reveal the true nature of mine and Fiona’s relationship to my sister and some close friends.

It took a long time but I am genuinely proud of who I am, how I choose to live my life and who I choose to share it with so I thought this would be a good post to write during Pride Month.

In other happy news, I’ve managed to retrieve my domain and get my blog back to where it’s supposed to be!

All the Holes

There are a number of holes in my body beyond the obvious three so I thought I’d write about them all and how my Mistress sees fit to put them to good use! I’ll start with the ones I was born with and then talk about the after market ones that Fi decided my body needed.

Beyond my dietary and communication needs my mouth is there to service Mistress however she wants, I’ve used it to give her direct pleasure on pretty much every inch of her body at one time or another, some more than others! She also uses it to clean up messes and spills as well as her personal toilet when the mood takes her. I remember one time she spilt a load of soy sauce on the floor and had me clean it up “manually”. I hadn’t cleaned the floor in a few days and it was horrible to lick up pure soy anyway, I really did not enjoy that! Mistress is also not shy about using my extensive oral skills on other people either as I’ve written about before.

My pussy is used for pleasure, either mine or somebody else’s and it does it fairly well even if I do say so myself! It’s had a multitude of different things pushed into it, whether its a strap-on, a dildo, a vibe, a vegetable, a flesh and blood cock or something more adventurous it’s probably been in my pussy and someone has got some enjoyment out of it. Similarly my ass has been well used over the years and has had various items introduced to it, most notably a 52cm long toy which I managed (eventually) to take fully inside me.

So on to the holes that I wasn’t born with but Mistress decided I should have anyway. Actually, the first wasn’t Mistress at all, both my ears are pierced but I had those done myself a long time ago. They’ve never been used for play and while I don’t always wear earrings in them I do fairly regularly.

Then there is my septum, I’ve had this pierced for a few years now and most of the time I wear a simple clear acrylic retainer in it which is completely invisible when turned upwards. The only time something else is in it is when Mistress decides to “use” it which makes it very much a practical thing that Mistress wanted to have done to me. Over the first year she increased the size of the hole to 6g (about 4mm) which was big enough for anything she wanted to do with it. She has different sized rings that she will put in the piercing, from one that is tight around my nose to one that hangs to the bottom of my chin. She also has a dog leash that she often clips into it so she can lead me around and “control me”, also on more than one occasion she has attached me to an object or another person with a padlock through it. I’ve spent time with my septum piercing locked to both the clit hood and cock head piercings of complete strangers.

My nipples were modified and pierced by mutual agreement although by the time it was done my agreement was most certainly not needed. For those that don’t already know my nipples have been tattooed around my areola in the same colour to make them into a heart shape, there are photos of this on other posts. My nipples were also pierced and those piercings have now been stretched to 10g (about 3mm) and contain rings that, when closed using a special “key” that Mistress holds, cannot be opened. They look like a continuous metal ring and we really like them, plus they are useful for Mistress to hang things from or use in bondage (now they are fully healed and can take some abuse) and have the added bonus that my nipples are hard and sensitive 100% of the time!

And for right now, that is it! As people who’ve been reading longer will know I did at one point have a clit piercing that ended up getting torn and I have had various temporary holes put in my pussy lips, tits and tongue but they were all allowed to heal up so that they could get new holes put in them another time!

Learning from my mistakes

If you’ve visited the site you’ll see that I’ve started to make some changes to it to bring it a little more up to date, it’s still a work in progress so bare with me but one of the things I wanted to do was give it a title, and I decided upon “Learning from My Mistakes” because a lot of the stories I seem to write about are the result of me doing something silly or being punished for doing something I should, as demonstrated in my last two posts!

I felt the title fit quite well and was something a bit more interesting than just “Pain Slut Lois” like it has been for the last (oh god!) 15 years of my blog! Are you sure you want more of this rambling nonsense?

Often times it is my mouth that gets me in the most trouble. A good example would be… I’m not sure, a while ago when Fi had brought home a friend and a couple of bottles of wine to go with the meal I’d made for us one Friday night. I took one sip and blurted out “That tastes like piss!”, I know I know, sometimes I have impulse control issues but in my defence it was pretty dodgy wine and it wasn’t entirely cold.

I knew I’d messed up from the look Miss gave me, it was the kind of look that most people would dismiss as a quick glance with maybe a hint of surprise mixed in there but that I know means “Well you’ll be paying for that later!” and my cheeks pinkened. To be honest the lok was unnecessary, I knew as soon as I’d said it that it was a mistake and Mistress knew that I knew that but she does love to make me squirm.

And squirm I did, for the rest of the evening I was distracted wondering what the consequences of my outburst would be. Fi has a way of administering something that in another scenario I might quite enjoy, such as a spanking or caning, in a way that really makes it feel like a punishment. A lack of warm up, the sharp suddenness of her actions, there are a hundred subtle changes she makes that makes it feel like I am being punished and makes it an unpleasant experience rather than a fun one.

As it turned out the punishment wouldn’t have been fun no matter how she shaped it for me. Appropriately considering my outburst I would be drinking her piss for a week, and not just any piss, her morning piss

She explained that this would a) remind me what piss tastes like so that I wouldn’t confuse her wine with it in future and b) make my mouth taste as foul as it sounded. I have to admit she does have a good knack for making the punishment fit the crime!

So every day for the next week I’d find a pint glass, yes a pint glass, filled with fairly dark yellow liquid sitting on the toilet seat after Fi had finished getting herself ready for the day and I’d kneel in front of the toilet, take the glass in my hand and slowly drain the very strong tasting urine down my throat being careful not to spill any as I was inevitably wearing a suit or something for work.

Mistress never watched me do it, it wasn’t a scene or a play session, I merely showed her the empty glass afterwards so she could confirm she was happy I’d completed my punishment that day and then we went on with our day. The only difference that week is that she refrained from giving me a goodbye kiss as we both left for work given I wasn’t allowed to rinse my mouth afterwards and, as he put it, “I have no interest in knowing what piss tastes like”.

For those that are not educated in such matters, no wine, no matter how bad, tastes like somebodies morning piss 🥂

Well if you insist…😊

Thank you so much for all of the kind words and encouragement I have received over the last couple of days both in comments and through my other means of contact (Twitter/FetLife), it has been really lovely and has meant a lot to me. So it is decided, I will dust off the old journal and get back to writing about some of the adventures I go on with Mistress Fiona.

I’ll spend some time making the site look pretty again (it’s looking very 2018 at the moment!) and in the meantime have a think about some things we have done that might make interesting reading.

Another short (although it didn’t feel like it at the time) thing I was talking about the other day was how Mistress uses my septum piercing. For those that don’t know I have my septum pierced and most of the time I have a small plastic spacer in it which I mostly don’t notice and is almost impossible to see unless you’re looing directly up my nose which I would hope most people don’t!

It gets used for various things, Mistress might attach a dog leash to it so she can lead my around by it, it’s had large and heavy rings in it that hang over my mouth and I’ve ben locked to objects (and people!) with a padlock through it.

On this occasion I’d absentmindedly pinched her bum as I walked past her and Mistress was not amused! She put a ring in my nose, cuffed my hands behind my back and then made me stand on a step while she hooked the nose ring over the clothes hook on the back of the bathroom door. The step was removed and I was left not quite able to put my feet flat on the floor for about two hours!

Ironically the only part of me that didn’t hurt when I was set free was my nose, I was so worried about ripping the ring out that I protected it at the expense of literally every other part of my body! My calves and thighs were agony, my neck was sore, my arms were aching and it took me a while to fully recover!

Suffice to say I haven’t pinched my Mistresses bum since and will certainly be keeping better control of my subconscious actions in future, unless of course I’m feeling particularly masochistic! 😈

I will update the links and everything on my blog when I sort it out but for those who have asked, you can contact me here on the comments, on twitter or on FetLife. For the latter of those please don’t send a friend request unless we have had at least one or two actual conversations! Thanks x

Time to come back?

The last time I wrote a proper post I was about to get married and now we’ve just celebrated our two year anniversary!

And what a strange time it’s been! Fingers crossed we’re nearly done with it though, I’ve had one jab and it won’t be too long before I have my second one.

I’ve been thinking for a while that I’d quite like to get back to writing again, I’ve got no idea if anyone really looks here anymore or if it would be “successful” but I always found writing this blog fairly cathartic and very much enjoyed the back and forth in the comments and I miss that.

I was talking to a friend the other day (Slave Mila) and she encouraged me to get back into it and I told her about a little funny story that we thought might make a good post.

A few weeks ago I was reading a book when Mistress came into the room and told me to get up and follow her. I did and she lead me to the cupboard under the stairs and told me to get into the cupboard and stay there until morning!

I was kind of shocked, I wasn’t aware of having done anything to deserve a punishment but decided that rather than questioning it (and potentially getting myself in more trouble) I’d just go with it.

This cupboard is basically a dumping ground of stuff and all the floor space in it taken up with…well, stuff. I managed to get in and she immediately closed the door putting me into pitch darkness.

I just stood there for a few minutes kind of bewildered and then I tried to move some things around so I could at least sit down (I sat on a cardboard box which I later found out held a spare water thing for the coffee machine, and high I broke).

Time rolled on and I started to realise this Miss wasn’t coming back for me and I made some more space resigning myself to sleeping in the hot and cramped space.

I slept curled around the recycling bin with my head a bunch of carrier bags for a pillow (not my best idea, noisiest pillow ever!) and eventually in the morning the door opened and I found a cup of coffee writhing for me as I crawled out on all fours squinting at the bright light. I’d been in the cupboard for nearly twelve hours.

Mistress watched me crawl out from the breakfast bar with a wicked smile on her face and I joined her there. She enquired “sleep well?” and I replied “yes fine thanks, you?” (I don’t always like to give her the satisfaction!) and she just smiled.

Once I’d finished my coffee I ask “Are you going to tell me why you put me in the cupboard?”. Her reply was “No real reason, I was bored. I thought you’d come out to ask why and then I’d let you off but you didn’t so I just let you stay there.”

I realised that I hadn’t really thought about or worried about what I’d done to end up in the predicament, I’d just got on with it. I was kind of pleased with myself for that, also furious with Mistress!

This is a perfect example of how she loves to mess with me, she is the queen of the mind fuck and while I don’t always enjoy it at the time, it certainly keeps things interesting between us!

I hope you enjoyed this little insight into our married lives together tame though this tale may be. I’d love to hear from people in the comments and I’ll try and write some more soon x

Still here

I just wanted to post a note to say that my blog is still here, just not at the painslutlois.com address anymore.

Unfortunately while I was away with work the domain expired and someone managed to purchase (aka steal!) it before I could get it renewed and I’ve been unable to acquire it back, consequently the blog is back on it’s original address of https://secretsubslut.wordpress.com/.

Whilst I’ve not been posting updates on here for some time (I don’t really know what to write anymore without just rehashing things I’ve written about before) I am still working on my Fet Library site and improvements and new features are always getting added, for instance I am testing a direct messaging feature on there as of yesterday.

Please come and check out the site, add stories if you have them, read and review stories and share the link everywhere you go!

I hope you are all keeping safe at this very worrying time in the world and using the time indoors wisely by exploring all sorts of new kinks!

He’s coming!

It’s nearly the end of the year, can you believe that? The end of the year I got married no less! It’s been probably my best one yet, Miss Fiona and I are very happy and loving our new life together. The house is pretty much done to our liking, including that naughty little room below the ground which we’ve spent many a memorable night, and day, in.

Thank you for all the nice messages and good wishes you sent around the wedding, I really loved reading them and replied to as many as I could. I am still about, mostly on FetLife and do get round to replying to messages eventually but my priority these days is my job, my home and my wife (slash Mistress!).

If you miss reading about my sub life then you might find these other blogs worth checking out:

MLSlavePuppet (https://mlslavepuppet.com/)
I’ve been in touch with her on and off for a while and I really enjoy reading about her burgeoning relationship with her Mistress (also named Lois). She posts often and gets up to some really fun looking things.

StudentSlave (https://studentslave.wordpress.com/)
She is very new to the scene and has just started at university where she has made plans to expand her BDSM horizons. It will be interesting to see where it goes.

I hope you are all well and enjoying your own kinky lives as much as I am and if I don’t speak to you have a wonderfully, lovely and kinky Christmas!