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Slut - Noun
1. a dirty or slovenly woman
2. an immoral or dissolute woman; prostitute.

I prefer to look at it as defined by the authors of 'The Ethical Slut' - a person of any gender who has the courage to lead life according to the radical proposition that sex is nice and pleasure is good for you.

Owned by Devilry

He knows me better than I think I know myself and knows what I am and under His guidance I continue to explore the wanton harlot in me, experiencing more than I ever thought I would in my desires to be His cock hungry little slut.

Having said that, I am not just any little slut, I am His little slut to use or give away for other to use as he sees fit (which He is now doing :) )and whilst He may give me to others to use, He is the one holding my heart and my submisison and no amount of persuasion from others is going to change that, and is likely to get quite a terse response either from myself or from Him (He doesn't take kindly to others trying to steal His property)

My tolerance and enjoyment of pain is growing (much to Sir's enjoyment, although he still loves to see the tears fall and the mascara run as he pushes me that little bit further), along with my desire for trying new things and anything at least once, along with that I enjoy being pinned down, bound, toyed with, teased and frustrated, now enjoying so many things I once thought I couldn't or wouldn't try and the list of things I would like to try or experience seems to grow. Under His guidance He brings out those inner desires and that inner slut in me, those things that He could always see in me, but that I could never see in myself or rather never admit to myself.

Bisexual isn't quite how I would describe myself, but I think it is the closest one can get with the options given, heteroflexible and pansexual fit better with how I feel and consider my sexuality now, had you asked me 6 months ago, despite whatever fantasies or thoughts I may have held, I would automatically have said straight regardless, another example of the ways in which I am changing, growing and learning about myself and being accepting of myself about who and what I am.

Red tartan mini-kilts/short skirts with stockings and New Rocks; low cut tops; corsets; take me around Camden on a lead.  Pin me down, tie me up and use me, treat me like your little whore, bend me over and fuck me roughly, take all I have to give and take me further.


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11/15/2009 2:19:48 PM
Following a recent message on here that apparantly 'people' think myself and pinkshortcake are one and the same, I would like to point out that i am NOT pinkshortcake and she is NOT me, if you would like some form of proof of this then please feel free to drop by Sir's profile - Devilry, on there you will find pictures of both of us at the same time, fairly conclusive.....

For those of you curious enough to come to that conclusion based on log in and log outs, well, sometimes its one left logged in so has to be logged out before the other logs in again (we do live in the same house after all, and share computers), also Sir checks both of our accounts, so again, will check one and then the other!

Just to clear that up.

9/8/2009 7:20:23 AM
Good afternoon dear readers. I'm sorry to say that I'm usurping purple's journal for a moment.

Several people have recently requested pictures of the 'nettle incident' previously discussed in this journal and as yet none of you have recieved said pictures. Whilst I'm obviously infallible and free from the burden of blame, purple has been finding it hard to download the pictures from My phone and onto the PC using just the power of her mind!

Due to this complete failure I suppose I'll take the more boring route of simply remembering to bring My USB connection home from the office!

Hopefully pictures will therefore be with those that requested them soon.

Devilry



9/1/2009 1:38:21 AM
It would seem that it (i.e pinkshortcake - see her journal for details ) has found me a new name, Princess Consuela Banana Hammock

I do wonder how long this particular name will last, simply as it is such a mouthful.

Edit:  Before anyone else messages me about it, yes I am indeed aware that it is from Friends.

8/28/2009 6:15:48 AM
Hello there, foot this is mouth, mouth this is foot :(


8/15/2009 4:43:28 AM
Offering to get the nettles for your sadistic Owner, when it is something you both crave and hate at the same time, I have now discovered can be both blessing and curse.  When collecting nettles thinking that one thing is in store to discover that what He actually had planned was something entirely different is both wonderful and a total headfuck.

I was taken upstairs by pinkshortcake to find that Sir had filled the bath with the nettles, this in itself somewhat threw me, but it was more the spiders crawling around with the nettles that filled me with terror, the large furry looking house spiders I don't seem to have so much of a problem with, well I can get rid of them out of the house with no issue, garden orb weavers though fill me with utter dread and the prospect of lying in the bath with them along with the nettles was causing somewhat of a mental issue.

Having managed to remove the one crawling around where my head was going to be, I managed to lower myself into the bath and onto the nettles, to be greeted by sheer fiery pain (I have also learnt that in there being more than one type of stinging nettle, there is one type that grows around near us that I react worse to than others) my instant reaction being to arch my back to lift myself up off the nettles to which Sir instantly pushed me back down again, causing a second round of fire across my arse and back *note to self, it would have been less painful to have stayed lying down I think.

Whilst lying on the nettles both Sir and pinkshortcake took to the front half of my body with gusto, Sir starting with my chest and pinkshortcake with my legs, burshing and rubbing at my skin with more of the nettles that I had collected, my tits in general seem to have developed somewhat of an immunity to the abject pain they have caused in the past, seeming not cause me as much pain as usualy, although my nipples have retained their sesitiviey and it was my nipples causing more pain than the rest of my chest as Sir worked at them, it could have been a different sort of nettle I suppose, as some of the nettles when pulled out of the bag caused more pain than others on different parts of my exposed flesh.  Sir and pinkshortcake covered my legs and body before moving to my pusy, spreading the lips and dragging the nettles up and down across my clit and lips before stuffing a ball fo them into my pussy and a further set into my arse.

In a bid to get to me to wriggle and squirm mor on the nettles under my back, pinkshorcake also set about tickling my feet, something else I find a most unpleasant experience albeit usually in a good humoured fashion, although I am always worred when my legs aren't tied that I will end up kicking someone in the face, as it is somewhat of an autonomic reaction, but she held my legs fairly firmly in place as she continued, grinning as they both watched me squirming on the nettles underneath me, beginning to cry somewhat a the fire in my back and arse.  Pinkshortcake took one more nettle from the bag to rub down my legs, the same type I assume as the ones underneath me as the mere touch of it on my leg caused a shirek of pain at which point, with that particular nettle I begged for relent.  The bundled the remaining nettles on top of me packing them in around em, more of the particularly evil nettles pushing against my sking as they packed them around me, leaving me to lie there for a few minutes before pinkshortcake went to fetch a bucket of cold water to finish off with, whilst Sir removed the nettles from around me.

The touch of the ice cold water (pinkshortcake having added a tray of ice cubes to the bucket of water) was both refreshing on my sting covered sking, but also painful in its own way, causing my breath to shorten as Sir drenched me with it to wash of the last of the nettles before leaving pinkshortcae to towel me down before taking me downstairs (Sir not wanting me to soak the ahous and having someone else doing it eliciting more pain from that the stings that I would have caused myself).

Having brought me downstairs Sir graciously allowed me a cigarette albeit sending me to the other room so that he and pinkshortacke could discuss my further discomfort for the eveing, that in itslef was I think the hardest part of the evening, left alone with the pain on my leg and arse cheeks and lower back, I struggle more with being left on my own alone that with any pain that could be inflicted on me.  I knew part of what was to come for the evening (no pun intended Sir), I had an ice cube tray full of Sir's cum to be eaten, which pinkshortcake dule came through to ask me to fetch from the freezer, Sir then also instructed it was to be a glass bowl and to make sure that none got left in the ice cube tray.  I put it on his desk as instructed before being sent back to the other room again for them to finish planning.

After a brief hiatus for dinner (it's quite a feat trying to eat whilst not being able to sit, and in being given a break, trying to avoid the self infliction of more pain) Sir's planned evening continued.  Whilst, as I had been earlier informed the plan beint then having me spoon fed fromthe bowl of Sir's cum, Sir had come up with other ideas having seen the state of the stings on my arse (pictures of which are available should anyone wish to see them) and prior to the spoon feeding he had decided to have pinkshortcake give me a spanking, I say spanking, it was slightly more than just a basic spanking, all caught on film for Sir to watch again whenever he wishes :)

She began with the small flogger, which whilst hurt, was more of a dull thud rather than the overriding pain I was expecting on my swollen and stung behind, it was mover of a warm up before she moved onto the wooden spatula, which I must admit stung far more than the flogger had, eliciting the gasps and a few tears.  It was her final implement that caused the most pain across my nettled behind, the Kyrgyzstani 'wife beater' as it is named - a rope crop essentially.  This final round of beating on my arse, eliciting the yelps and the tears that Sir enjoys to see so much, pinkshortcake working it across my arse, my legs and across my back, holding me down at times as I flinched and wriggled under the lashes.  When she was done with my back and arse, they had me turn over to work on my tits, pinkshortcake spaking at them with the wooden spatula, whilst not causing much pain on the breasts themselves, she found her target spot inflicting the spatula square on my nipples, already sore from the earlier nettles, the tears flowing more freely then.  The final assault on my tits being given by Sir with the 'wife beater' the art and direction of his strokes causing more outright sobbing as the knotted end connected with my nipples, I wish I could be stronger for You Sir, but I know how You enjoy to see my tears, You did however leave some wonderful marks behind :) I'm rather proud of those.

Pinkshortcake then began to spoon feed me Sir's cum from the bowl, dripping it from a height down into my mouth for me to catch, taunting me to make sure I didn't miss a drop as she moved the spoon around above me, but I swallowed every last mouthful that I was fed and i think managed finish with a smile on my face.

The evening finished with an arse fucking Sir, I do so enjoy that from Him, the feeling of His body across my back breathing in my ear as He does and hearing the enjoyment from Him as He takes His pleasure from me.

Despite the soreness across my body, I felt utterly drained and tired when we finally went to bed, trying to fins a comfortable position to sleep as the covers drawing across stings is a most uncomfortable feeling.  I wish I could have been sleeping next to you Sir, the want to be next to you in bed was so strong, to be cuddled up after an evening such as that, but I know how you like to see me at the bottom of the bed, and that in istelf brings some comfort.

7/31/2009 1:07:49 AM
Another year older, although I think not another year wiser, I still have much to learn. 

I have been dreading my birthday in many ways, dreading the big 30,but things have been somewhat put into perspective today, so 30 years down and here's to another 30.

7/26/2009 3:56:06 AM
Another apology, as I have said before I seem to say that a lot, for my moods, my grumpy behaviour and for disrupting the household to be followed by a more serious punishment, to which Sir hopes will draw a line under all of this and we can start afresh.

Punishment began with a minor beating, use of the wooden spatula and the kyrgyzstani flogger and the generous application of ginger root to my ass, followed up by a thorough working over with stinging nettles from neck to feet by both Sir and Pinkshortcake, my already sore tits not looking forward to it but punishment it was and I know that I deserved it. Sir began with my tits, lightly playing the stinging nettles over them to ensure that the nettles were stinging me before rubbing them more forcefully to ensure that they were stung thoroughly before moving down to my stomach. Pinkshortcake began with me legs working down from my inner thighs across and around my legs working systematically rubbing them with the nettles down to my feet. I’m not sure if it was different types of nettles or something else, but those used on my legs seemed to cause a whole new kind of agony, different to that inflicted elsewhere on my body, burning fiery pins that didn’t seem to calm or ease at all when the nettles moved location. Sir then began to work the nettles around my pussy, first the lips up and down and rubbing the nettles in before rubbing them hard onto my clit and then pushing nettles into both my pussy and my ass. Sir then lay out a bed of nettles and told me to roll over so that they could begin work on my back, rubbing the nettles down and across my back and then down across my arse and well in between my arse cheeks, Pinkshortcake continued with the back of my legs and down across the soles of my feet. I couldn’t help but cry and whimper at the repeated stinging on already sore flesh, I’m sorry Sir that I wasn’t braver, you know I can be, but I do also know how you enjoy to watch the tears fall.

When I conceded that my legs and my body could indeed take no more, Sir took me through to our downstairs shower room, where He had filled the bottom of the shower with more of the nettles, my legs were still on fire, and didn’t quite seem to work properly. He tied my wrists together and tied the other end of the rope to the toilet, to ensure that I could not leave the room without his leave (it is quite a small shower room).

I was to sleep (if sleep could actually be considered possible) in the shower and spend that night, and the following day and night in there, unless required for anything else, although Sir did give me leave to move out of the shower to stretch to prevent any permanent injury. He finished off by showering me with the gift of His piss saying that any time he needed to urinate that he would be covering me in it, also Pinkshortcake was to do the same. He also instructed me that should I need to piss then I was to do it in the shower. Watersports being a new experience for me, although I did manage to drink some of it, something I think will take some more getting used to, but thank you for that gift Sir. It was a long and mostly sleepless night, between the cramped space and the burning pain in my legs, Sir gave me one more shower of His piss before leaving me for the night.

Sir allowed me a cup of coffee in the morning, a small luxury given this was punishment, thank you for that Sir. The morning was spent again sat on the nettles in the shower, covered several times in Sir’s piss, to contemplate my actions and my behaviour, I think, that, in part was the hardest part of the punishment, being left alone whilst the household continued around me, out of sight out of mind. I was left alone in the house for a few hours as Sir and Pinkshortcake had to go out to see if they could locate a lost bag, but left with the phone and told that should any emergency happen then I could untie myself and leave the shower room, He said He was putting His trust in me not to abuse the situation of being alone in the house to escape the punishment he had laid out.

The afternoon brought a respite of sorts, to clean the kitchen, and then to clean the kitchen floor – with a toothbrush again I must thank you for that Sir, for that ability to move around and stretch out some increasingly sore muscles, I took such pleasure in being able to do that for you. With the cleaning to His satisfaction Sir put me back in the shower, rearranging the nettles to give more of a ‘cushioning’. It was hard to get back into the shower, looking at the nettles and remembering the pain in my legs causing a mild panic in my head, I think Sir you may have now found the ultimate punishment for me as it took all my will to be able to get back in and sit down on them again.

I was let out briefly again to organise dinner, Pinkshortcake having not wanted to for fear of blowing up the oven, she took her own punishment for that. I was instructed that I was to have pasta and to make it as messy as possible, to be eaten back in the shower room and although I could wash my hands before eating, I wasn’t to wash them afterwards, although I fear I did not make as much mess as Sir would have liked. I was left alone all evening, again the hardest part I think of the punishment sitting for hours alone, not being able to sleep or doze, mostly due to the daylight streaming in despite being exhausted knowing that you were on the other side of the house. Sir gave me one final showering of piss before leaving me for the night, I could hear you moving around upstairs and tried to find a, relatively speaking, comfortable way to sleep, although again you had said that if really needed I could move out of the shower for a short amount of time to alleviate any cramps. Once it was dark and quiet I think I managed to sleep better that night some how, mostly due to sheer exhaustion I think, the night seemed somehow to pass quicker than the first night had done, so it is on that basis that I assumed that I must have slept, although I didn’t feel any more rested really when I awoke in the morning.

As promised, once Sir was awake and had had His morning cup of coffee, He brought me out of the shower to a welcome bath run for me with calamine lotion in it. He sat me in and told me that He was proud of me for managing to complete the punishment set without complaint, and that He was proud of my bravery with the nettles. After allowing me a cigarette Sir then took me upstairs and tucked me up into bed, a real treat not only after two nights in a shower cubicle but also after the time spent sleeping on the floor at the foot of the bed.

Thank you Sir for the punishment you have given me, it took effort in thinking up, and an effort I wasn’t deserving of and I know in parts that it was hard for You to give. It was also somehow a new feeling to feel Your love and care in your punishment of me, not that it was in any way a tender undertaking, knowing that I deserved it and needed it and that You wanted me to be better in future. I hope that I can continue to make You proud of me in my efforts, to make You happy is a reward that nothing else could replace. I feel also that following the punishment You have given me and now that I am back in the household properly I love You more so than I did before, the desire just to be around You greater and the willingness and desire to make You happy stronger. I hope I can live up to the faith and belief You have in me.


7/17/2009 2:59:51 PM
My sincerest apologies to those that have been wishing to talk to me via MSN and the likes, our internet has been down at home but hopefully it will be fixed next week.

7/9/2009 3:46:11 PM
I have been rereading my previous journal entry and find that whilst conveying the basics in words of what I wanted to say, and I have gone back to try and edit it several times yet it still seems cold, it doesn't in any way express the shame and the guilt I feel over the way I have behaved, how that behaviour has affected the people closest to me.  It doesn't, to me, seem to even get close to how I feel to have been given another chance or my hopes that I can prove myself worthy and make Sir proud of me.  So much seemingly locked inside my head and I can't seem to find the words to convey it and express it.

I'm not good with words, I never have been, when writing it always seems to come across as cold and clinical, maybe that comes from the writing style I am used to, I had always written technical essays and at school, university and in work, always told to write to the point.

I wish I could properly express everything I feel inside, I feel admiration and a hint of jealousy at those that can, I see mirrored in their words, their lyrics, their songs so much of what I see and feel inside myself but never seem to manage to convey to those I love and want to say it to.



7/9/2009 1:42:21 PM
I'm not good with words and what I write will not do justice to what I want to say, but then I have not been good with anything recently.  My behaviour has been appalling, I have not shown Sir the respect he deserves from me and have hurt the people I care most about.

In part of that I took down my profile and deleted my journal entries without permission it has added further insult to injury and for that I am truly sorry, it seems I say that a lot at the moment.  I cannot replace those deleted entries but I have replaced my profile.

As a result of this my place is now to sleep at the foot of the bed until such time that I can prove that I am deserving of anything more from Sir.  He also has me on complete orgasm denial and now that He can take me properly in the ass my pussy is also off limits until such time as He decides otherwise. 

You have given me another chance after my transgressions although I do not deserve it and for that I thank you Sir from the bottom of my heart.  I am deeply sorry for my actions, my indiscretions and my behaviour and hope that I can prove myself worthy of your ownership.

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 Age: 30
 Westland, Michigan