tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25238013045493967572024-03-05T06:56:22.666+00:00MPB (Master's Pleasing Bitch)A slave's journey to become the pleasing bitch her Master desiresjuliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14347955569618276489noreply@blogger.comBlogger744125truetag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2523801304549396757.post-7485694599491789232017-02-18T23:44:00.002+00:002017-02-18T23:44:48.974+00:00My new home - Sinful SundayI am in the <a href="http://masterspleasingbitch.com/blog/2017/02/sinful-sunday.html">process of moving</a>, but have some work to do yet.<br />
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<br />juliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14347955569618276489noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2523801304549396757.post-60983609671348483772017-02-17T12:36:00.000+00:002017-02-17T12:36:11.961+00:00The Collar <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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The collar is the symbol of who I am and to Master's ownership of me. In the 18 months or so since He placed it around my neck, I have rarely removed it. At the beginning I used to do so to fly, since I was nervous of the whole airport security thing. But I have discovered that titanium does not set off airport security and if that is the case then the airport people are not bothered. Once or twice I have received a knowing smile but in the main nothing. At work very few people ever mentioned it, other than to admire it. My hairdresser loves it and would like one for herself. If people do mention it then they call it a necklace or tort.<br />
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I have come to realise that often people don't really notice things about people, what they wear, how healthy they look, in the main they are wrapped up in themselves. It's interesting that many people on fetlife worry about what people will think and say about them wearing this kind of symbol. Perhaps if Master had insisted I wear a dog collar 24/7 I might not feel the same, but since he hasn't and I love what he gave me I am proud to wear it.<br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">I wanted to do this last year, but the time wasn't right for a number of reasons. This year though Master and I will be attending Eroticon. This year it is in London, just far enough from home to necessitate a weekend hotel stay (not that we need much of an excuse for that). So with just over 2 weeks to go, I present our virtual introduction. </span><br />
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<span style="color: #1c1c1c; font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Unadventurous as I am in these things, at Eroticon MPB will be known as Julie or you could call me Joolz if you wish. M is Master to me and Graeme to everyone else. We haven't developed our online personas as effectively as other people, though his twitter handle is fun.......</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><a href="https://twitter.com/MPBjulie">@MPBjulie</a> <span style="color: #1c1c1c;">is me and </span><a href="https://twitter.com/sniffing_in_LA">@sniffing_in_LA</a> is Graeme (though it is mainly random, cricket related)</span><br />
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<span style="border: 0px; color: #1c1c1c; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">I enjoy blogging and love exploring life through the blogs of others (whether sex or kink related or not), but have struggled to release the inner writer I think that is stored in myself. I want to meet some of the people I have encountered online while learning from them and other writers and bloggers. Plus, I want to have fun. We do everything we can together these days and in essence Graeme will be there because I am. But hopefully he will also learn lots and have some fun too. </span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #1c1c1c; font-family: "raleway" , "arial" , sans-serif;">There is a lot that I would like to experience over the weekend. I may change my mind, since decision making is one of those things I struggle with but right now I am thinking Meg-John Barker's session on learning about ourselves through erotica. I struggle to let go of the reality of my life when writing and this seems to offer a way to use my reality to write about fiction and fantasy. </span><br />
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<span style="color: #1c1c1c; font-family: "raleway" , "arial" , sans-serif;">Blogging 102 - about how to keep to keep the blogging juices going, without resorting to 365 dull questions (or hopefully something similar). </span><br />
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<span style="color: #1c1c1c; font-family: "raleway" , "arial" , sans-serif;">But there is so so much more.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #1c1c1c; font-family: "raleway" , "arial" , sans-serif;">I don't know if we will attend the same sessions together yet, or will split up for some. I suspect the latter which might be fun as our relationship is full of honest debate! </span><br />
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<span style="color: #1c1c1c; font-family: "raleway" , "arial" , sans-serif;">My blog is a no holds barred kind of place, I am not sure there are many topics I haven't covered, vanilla or kink. As for Master, well there is probably lots to discover. A challenge for us all!</span><br />
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<span style="color: #1c1c1c; font-family: "raleway" , "arial" , sans-serif;">I get the chance to be open and honest about my kinky side. I am so looking forward to doing so for the best part of a weekend. See you there!</span>juliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14347955569618276489noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2523801304549396757.post-75062380277965132992017-02-16T20:06:00.002+00:002017-02-16T20:06:47.975+00:00From below <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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During February Photofest 2015 I took this photo of the view up my skirt. I love that skirt and the way it falls into folds. But I need to get back into the no panties, hold up stockings effect of that very day. Happy throwback Thursday!</div>
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Getting on for 3 years ago I had my nipples pierced. It was the first sign of my submission to him and something I had thought about for a long time. In many ways it has been a fantastic experience, a source of erotic discovery. It has made my nipples more sensitive and it has made me feel sexy at a time when my body is changing through age. </div>
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But finding the right kind of jewellery to wear has been more of a challenge. I have discovered that buying online is fraught with difficulty, what size ring or bar should you buy? How can you insert a ring when a bar was put in place by the piercer? How do you get those little balls in place (yes how do you do that when your manual dexterity isn't what it was and you can no longer see the damn indent). </div>
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<br />juliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14347955569618276489noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2523801304549396757.post-23255808862523002142017-02-14T21:20:00.000+00:002017-02-14T21:20:52.506+00:00ValentineLast night I actually got my camera and tripod out, dressed up in a couple of sexy outfits and took photos that I thought He might like.<br />
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This is my valentine gift to Master. The man I love and serve. I am wearing a semi transparent dress He bought me, I love the colour contrast of the image and that you can so clearly see my collar and cuff.<br />
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<br />juliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14347955569618276489noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2523801304549396757.post-27914103971818831222017-02-13T07:00:00.000+00:002017-02-13T07:38:58.295+00:00Horny on Sunday Leads to Masturbation on Monday. This post is the narrative behind <a href="https://masterspleasingbitch.blogspot.co.uk/2017/02/masters-view.html">yesterday's Sinful Sunday post</a>.<br />
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We had spent time painting, finishing off the walls in the hall and stairs that we had started before Christmas. Some areas were places that we had missed and others were scuff marks from things being moved in an out when my son stored his belongings in the house between flat moves.<br />
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Over lunch we discussed perhaps leaving the paintwork and getting someone in to finish the job for us. I want to get moving on the house sale, but don't really want to put in the time and effort any more. We want to relax and enjoy ourselves at the weekends and also have some fun and a life.<br />
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Sitting on the sofa after lunch Master suddenly appeared in front of me, unzipped his trousers and revealed a hard cock. Of course I put down the laptop and leaned forward to take him into my mouth. He pushed the full length of his shaft into my mouth and I felt the tip brush the back of my throat. He instructed to just hold it in my mouth. As I did so, I closed my eyes and concentrated on the large phalanx filling me and felt my cunt begin to throb a little in response. Pulling away he instructed me to strip my clothes off and bend over. I took off trousers, panties and socks and bent over the sofa and he used his fingers to ready my vulva for his entry. I was surprisingly dry.<br />
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His fingers felt rough on my pink and dry cunt and he lubricated them by licking them. I exclaimed that I hate the way in which the menopause is having this kind of effect on my body and he acknowledged that the taste of me has become more intense. Not to be put off though he persevered with stroking me, caressing my clitoris and pushing his finger and then two inside. Part of me wanted to pull away at that moment, sometimes I have to resist the urge to give in to the idea that my libido is reducing and that I can take or leave him. I am his slave and saying no doesn't come easy, however he is a very understanding Master. But no, I wanted this, he wanted it and inside my body was telling me that it wanted this too.<br />
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Suddenly he was able to push inside through the tightness and I felt the juices suddenly flow. Not quite flood gates, but sufficient for the lubrication that was necessary. He felt for my tits and squeezed my nipples, and at the same time withdrew his cock and pushed back inside.<br />
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He withdrew and instructed me to mount him. I stripped off my remaining clothes and sat astride of him as he lay on the floor. His cock slid into my easily now, as I no longer tight and dry provided the necessary natural lubricant.<br />
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I felt an orgasm begin to rise from deep inside and he moved his fingers to the now engorged clit telling me that I could come in 10. He began to count down and I had to concentrate on the numbers so as not to release too soon.<br />
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Finally on the word CUM, I did so, the relief immense and the fluids gushing from me in the usual way. Not yet too old to enjoy sex on a Sunday afternoon and still feeling horny I settled down for a pleasant Sunday evening with my man.<br />
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<br />juliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14347955569618276489noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2523801304549396757.post-83333697366986696072017-02-12T12:59:00.001+00:002017-02-12T13:06:29.636+00:00Three's company?Over the past 3 years we have spoken a few times about introducing another person into our relationship for play purposes. We have discussed the idea of another girl who would play with me and who I would watch having sex with Him. We have also talked about me having sex with another man while he looks on. These things sound fun and sexy in theory, they are a massive turn on to us both. But I know from experience that talking and doing can be quite different things.<br />
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My one and only experience of group sex (two men and two women) was about 4 years ago when I was seeing S (<a href="https://masterspleasingbitch.blogspot.co.uk/2013/04/weekend-break-part-one-four-of-us.html">you can read what I wrote at the time</a>, it is in two parts, <a href="https://masterspleasingbitch.blogspot.co.uk/2013/04/weekend-break-part-two-two-of-us.html">this is part 2</a>). Looking back I can see that it was a fantasy of his and another thing to tick off his bucket list (I didn't know he had one at the time, but later came sex on a picnic table and sex at midnight on new years eve to name but two). He found someone (a female) online and over the course of a few months we chatted as a three and as a four, plus she and I chatted together. </div>
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I have always liked to look at lesbian sex online, and do find it arousing, but have always questioned whether I would really find it so in real life (probably if you need to ask the question then you already know the answer). But I do find the idea of two women serving a man very thrilling, almost as exciting as two men wanting to use me at the same time. But a threesome was not what was on offer, and since I did seem to get on with both parties and since I liked the girl very much I agreed to go along with it all.</div>
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On the day in question we all met up in the bar of the hotel we were going to be staying in. They were a nice couple, but I was too nervous to be excited or turned on. After a calming drink us two girls went off to talk on our own and then agreed to go through with things. We helped each other change into some sexy lingerie and then joined the two men in the other couple's room. </div>
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My memory of the next couple of hours is slightly blurry but my gut instinct was definitely right. I did enjoy watching them have sex - both the other couple and watching S and the other girl was a turn on. I really loved sucking her partner while S penetrated me from behind, and I enjoyed being touched by the other girl while all that went on. But I really didn't want to touch her, or kiss her, though I did. </div>
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Funnily enough S and I are not really in touch with each other these days, but I have stayed online friends with the other girl and am even Facebook friends with her. At the time they told us their names were Sara and Darren, I guessed at the time that wasn't his name, but only realised later that hers wasn't Sara. Not that it matters but I do find it amusing that I was always Julie or Joolz. </div>
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<br />juliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14347955569618276489noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2523801304549396757.post-84230098899621820182017-02-11T13:00:00.000+00:002017-02-11T13:00:47.082+00:00In the kitchenLooking back at some of the photos I have amassed over the past weeks, months and years I came across this photo taken just a few months ago. This is a selfie of me standing in the kitchen wearing my under bust corset. I love the beautiful pattern and the restrictive feel of the stiff material as well as the way my tits hang over the top. Maybe this is the kind of thing that people should wear in the kitchen...........<br />
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juliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14347955569618276489noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2523801304549396757.post-2596071181399836382017-02-11T12:10:00.000+00:002017-02-11T12:10:11.882+00:00Back to blogHaving persevered throughout January and the first week of February I have abandoned the <a href="https://masterspleasingbitch.blogspot.co.uk/search/label/365%20questions">365 questions</a>. I think the idea is a great one, but these questions are really too dull. Maybe I should try to come up with a better set for next year, but if anyone sees me start with this same set next January 1st please, just shoot me (or the virtual version of it). <div>
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My excuse for starting the questions was laziness coupled with writers block. I had a desire to blog regularly but a distinct fact of creative ideas, useful recent experience or even the will to try to put pen to paper (or words to screen) in any meaningful way. So, the easy way out. Then I decided to join in with February Phtotofest and this meant that during this month I would need to produce two blog posts, which in itself is no problem. With the photo, there is often a story to be told, with the questions usually not. </div>
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Last year, I ran out of ideas for the February photofest but this year I definitely want to carry through and get to the end and I want as many of the photos to mean something to me as they can. I also need to get back to proper blogging, I need to write about what is happening in my life, about the things that are bothering me and about the things I want to do. I need to write about my relationship and about the things that continue to go well for us as well as some of the things that bother me. Like for instance the way that my menopausal symptoms are changing our sex life. Like the way my job feels like it is getting in the way of spending sufficient time together. Like the fact that I love my house but wish I could just walk away, the sale and everything done with. Like the ongoing stresses that my ex brings me. </div>
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juliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14347955569618276489noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2523801304549396757.post-6953245750579691442017-02-10T11:54:00.003+00:002017-02-10T11:54:54.002+00:00Heels<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Last week I forgot all about Throwback Thursday, but this week I am on the case. Master loves to buy me kinky things to wear, and he is a lover of leather collars and harnesses. I know that this is at least a couple of years old because of the length of my hair. I am also pleased to know that I am back to a similar weight. Love to wear this again soon.</div>
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Our holiday last summer was spent in Sicily. During that time we visited some wonderful places and stayed in some great hotels. One of our favourite places as a boutique hotel in <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Piazza_Armerina">Piazza Armerina </a></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">Maybe I wouldn't wake up at 4am having a night sweat - the misery of the menopause - then I wouldn't have struggled to get out of bed this morning. On the other hand, maybe I would change the day from one that I had to work, to one where I was tortured like this.........</span></div>
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<br />juliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14347955569618276489noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2523801304549396757.post-67119939600366086872017-02-03T17:45:00.001+00:002017-02-03T17:45:47.902+00:00365 Questions - day 34<b><span style="color: purple; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: large;">What's the last thing you apologised for?</span></b><br />
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Master is bored with these questions, but I plan to push on. What's more, when we discussed this question he suggested that I don't apologise for anything since I am never wrong. This is not true and of course he knows it.<br />
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The last time I apologised though was not to him, but via email at work. I should have sent an agenda and papers out last Monday for a meeting which I will be chairing this coming Monday. However, I have been so busy and have barely been in the office, so didn't send them till yesterday. I apologised for their late arrival. For most people it won't matter since they don't even read the papers before they actually arrive. I feel no particular guilt.juliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14347955569618276489noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2523801304549396757.post-89259379358896162012017-02-03T08:04:00.002+00:002017-02-03T08:04:31.246+00:00A walk in the woods<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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