Kitten Heels

Wednesday, January 24, 2007

Wishes 

A little while ago (actually a long while ago but never mind) I said I would like a set of nipple clamps. Well, they say be careful what you wish for…and now I think I want them even more!

The Bloke Indoors was lying on his back, stretched out naked across the bed, he was watching as I sucked on his cock, almost to the base, knelt above him on the bed. He told me after that he was looking at how red my lips were against his skin. I was paying a lot of attention to him at that moment, my hand was playing with his balls - teasing at the skin and rolling them in my fingers as I held him in my mouth, sucking with my eyes closed in concentration, my tongue stroking the underside of the head. My speed was building and I felt his balls tightened in my hand. He grabbed my hair, he ran his fingers through it and pulled it taught, using my hair to push my head down as he wanted. Now I was becoming his human wank toy. I was sucking the same and playing with his balls, but now he controlled the speed as he moved his hips to fuck my mouth at the same time. Then…

What the fuck???

I froze and looked him straight in the eyes, my mouth still around his cock, lips just under the swollen head. My eyes were wide; I had no idea what the problem was.

OK what the fuck is this?’ He had one of my hair slides in his hands, you might call them Kirby grips, I had used them to keep the hair out of my face during the day and now they were all around the bed as they fell out one by one.

Come here’ He said, he had that look in his eyes, and I crawled over to him straight away. ‘Sit up’ I knelt next to him*. He had two slides in his hands, that evil yet oh-so-wonderful glint sparkled in his eyes, he opened one of the slides and reached up to my right breast; the slide sprang closed around my nipple as he put in position. I did my best not to flinch but the surprise more than any pain made me jump. Then he did the left one, this hurt more, the slide wasn’t on my nipple as far as the other. I did my best not to squeak – he just smiled.

I like them’ he said ‘I wonder what this’ – he pulled down on the side of the slide – ‘would feel like?’ I jumped to the roof, my nipple twisted inside the metal and squeezed even smaller, it was just like when The Bloke pinches my nipples, only with a smaller area doing the twisting: It hurt.

But it was the kind of hurt that you think about later and find you’re getting wet in the middle of TOPSHOP (and it isn’t over new shoes!)

*This was just before I escaped the cabbie only to fall prey to a slippery pavement. Right now I cannot kneel properly – it’s a right prat.
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Sunday, January 21, 2007

Meat and..ermm...three veg! 

Nothing, nothing, beats a proper roast dinner. I’m speaking from experience of about an two hours ago and mmm that was a good’un. Roast lamb, herby new potatoes, swede and runner beans. Oh and don’t forget the gravy, I think I might have gone up a dress size during the meal but it was worth it!

The meal was a bit of a celebration as well as being your traditional Sunday roast, you see this week I finally finished my January exams. I know some people out there have more to go but I’m finished! Done! Over with! Yahoo! Because, contrary to popular belief, a foot in plaster and arms using crutches does not mean I get out of going to college or get out of exams. Nope, not for a second.

So in the week of the worst winds of my lifetime (I know they were worse in 1987 but I was simply a sparkle in an eye then) I had to hobble down the road on crutches to college in the pouring rain, unable, un-friggin-able, to hold up an umbrella! Even if I were only using one crutch it would have been hard going because I just wouldn’t have had the balance to keep the umbrella and myself up in one piece. You can imagine the picture can’t you? Sitting in the exam hall, plastered foot sticking out in the aisle, rain dripping off the crutches leant up against my chair and on top of it all my sopping wet hair dripping all over the paper, smudging the ink. Fantastic.

Oh and, while I’m on the subject can I ask, why is it that now I actually need a seat on the bus/tube I’m standing up even more? OK I know holding onto the pole and twirling is good for my physique but what happened to all the seats?!

One more thing, to all of you who have an exam or something equally stressful coming up. Nothing got me off to sleep better last week than a seriously good orgasm. Honestly, it kicks warm milk right out the window! (Literally if you put the glass in the wrong place!)
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Friday, January 12, 2007

Moan 

Friday night with no one around, stuck indoors – fantastic.

I wouldn’t mind, except that I do.

I feel fidgety but don’t know what to do with myself, I don’t know what to blog about, I can’t go out and basically everything is buggered.

OK self-pity over and done with, what next?
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Thursday, January 11, 2007

Fairytale 

The Brother’s Girlfriend got Dita Von Teese’s book for Christmas, the lucky cow, and being the lovely girl she is, she dropped it round the other day for me to learn front to middle and back to middle.

I started back to middle – the fetish side vs. the burlesque side but I’m working my way around to the front!

Now something interested me while I was reading. The whole ‘damsel in distress’ thing. Dita says that this is her favourite role to play (I’m not quoting, I’m remembering, sorry if I get this a little tits up) and that it has a lot to do with girls’ upbringing and the material they are exposed to; the whole fairytale of being rescued by your prince charming, or being locked away and chained up by an evil sorcerer – that kind of thing.

One of my favourite fairytales when I was a little girl was Rapunzel and, of course, when Rapunzel was rescued from her tower the Prince climbed up her hair, pulling and yanking it all over the place. No surprise here then, that if The Bloke Indoors wraps my hair around his fingers and pulls it to within a second of being torn from my scalp that I’m in pure bliss?

I guess it’s all about primary/secondary socialisation, but fuck me blindfolded (no really - do) I really, really do love to have my hair pulled.


Oh and why Snap! Is here twice, I haven’t a clue, it isn’t under my posts as being published twice, it’s just there for your reading pleasure I guess.
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Monday, January 08, 2007

Snap! 

Surprise! It’s me!

I’m sorry I disappeared again, but I did warn you right at the beginning I was rubbish at this diary malarkey didn’t I? Well I wasn’t away on purpose, and I wasn’t away for fun either.

You know those little side turnings you get off main roads? The ones with no crossings? The ones with no traffic lights? The ones that millions of people cross all at once? The ones that Cabbies always turn down without indicators? The ones with really uneven paving?

Do you see where I’m going with this?

I broke me bastard ankle didn’t I? (Well that might be an exaggeration, I have a small fracture, but it still hurts like hell!!)

Yep, step back quickly, slip on paving, twist + crack = hour or so at the hospital and a plaster cast for my troubles. But its one of those horrible white ones; I wanted a pink one, you know, like you used to get when you were little? Well I had a pink one when I was little!

Oh well, guess I can get people to write naughty messages all over my foot and show it off on the tube. The only real problem is that my toes are really cold!

The doctor said I should have it for three/four weeks then they would give it a dose of radiation and see what it looked like (told you it wasn’t as bad as I was making out - a real break is six at least!).

I know all this should mean I’m here more often but The Bloke has been doting on my like my own little nurse, and believe me, I’m going to let him use his thermometer on me as many times as he feels is necessary!

(Wow that was cheesy…but I love it!)
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Snap! 

Surprise! It’s me!

I’m sorry I disappeared again, but I did warn you right at the beginning I was rubbish at this diary malarkey didn’t I? Well I wasn’t away on purpose, and I wasn’t away for fun either.

You know those little side turnings you get off main roads? The ones with no crossings? The ones with no traffic lights? The ones that millions of people cross all at once? The ones that Cabbies always turn down without indicators? The ones with really uneven paving?

Do you see where I’m going with this?

I broke me bastard ankle didn’t I? (Well that might be an exaggeration, I have a small fracture, but it still hurts like hell!!)

Yep, step back quickly, slip on paving, twist + crack = hour or so at the hospital and a plaster cast for my troubles. But its one of those horrible white ones; I wanted a pink one, you know, like you used to get when you were little? Well I had a pink one when I was little!

Oh well, guess I can get people to write naughty messages all over my foot and show it off on the tube. The only real problem is that my toes are really cold!

The doctor said I should have it for three/four weeks then they would give it a dose of radiation and see what it looked like (told you it wasn’t as bad as I was making out - a real break is six at least!).

I know all this should mean I’m here more often but The Bloke has been doting on my like my own little nurse, and believe me, I’m going to let him use his thermometer on me as many times as he feels is necessary!

(Wow that was cheesy…but I love it!)
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Monday, January 01, 2007

No party to remember 

Happy New Year, hope you all had fun last night? Despite the rain, gale force winds and lightning strikes that is?

The Bloke Indoors picked me up last night armed with a heeuuuge golf umbrella, despite the fact it wasn’t raining anymore, and informed me that the party we were going to had been cancelled – it was a garden type thing complete with fireworks and bonfire, which (of course) were now ruined. The new plan was to meet up in Covent Garden with a couple of others then walk to Embankment and attempt to find a place to watch the fireworks there (we were determined to see fireworks!!).

Cue change of costume (woohoo no need to worry about the dress + underwear issue!) Half an hour later, with a hat to cover the mess I had made of my hair in the kafuffle, we were walking down the road, one hand warm from holding his, the other going red with cold, because I (as usual) forgot my gloves.

Later in the evening we were (quite a way!) up the river from the Eye waiting for the countdown, we could see it and even in my sober state (compared to my companions) I joined in the 10!…9!…8!… until the fireworks blew.

Blinkin’ hell! They were some fireworks. I don’t know about oohs and ahhs I was expecting screams and fitting! Ten minutes of seriously big, bright and colourful bangers, with boats that looked like they were on fire whizzing up and down The Thames like they had rockets shoved up their arse. Wait, they did. OK, fair play. It was great really!

As we flinched and clapped and shivered and shielded our eyes and puked against the wall (not me or The Bloke I assure you), I leant back against The Bloke’s body and his arms enveloped me to him. His lips brushed my cheek with a kiss and in a deep, breathy voice he said in my ear,

“Happy 2007 Kit, this year your body’s mine and I’m going to use it however and whenever I want to.”

When I looked up at him, he had that evil glint in his eye, the evil glint that I love so much. You can’t get more romantic than kissing in front of the New Year’s fireworks on the Thames after your boyfriend tells you he’s going to fuck you like mad all year long. He has such a way with words does The Bloke Indoors.
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