Nipple clamps, in my opinion the most yuckiest things that were ever invented .
They work by restricting the blood flow to the nipple , or where ever else they happen to be fastened, in various  strengths , until such time they are removed or they pop off  (in my case) The sensations that they produce can be hieghtened by tugging on them, or by adding weights. In some cases you can get some that are joined by chain to both breasts/nipples and then to the genitals below.
You do not have to buy special clamps made just for BDSM play, as other objects about the house can be used , or adapted , such as bag tie clips hair cips and rubber bands bulldog clips , infact anything that can bite into the nipple (or where ever you wish to fasten) and cause a nip goes.
i do not mind so much clothes pegs, or the tweezer clamps as these produce a warm throb of pain on my  nipple and can actually be soothing. (that is until Master comes along and removes them or gives them a tweak) .  i always had a problem with tweezer clamps staying on as my nipples are large and seemed to enjoy pinging them off.  My nemisis in the clamp department has to be clover clamps.Perhaps it is the knowledge that they are almost impossible to get off , maybe it is knowing that they have a chain attached to them and can be tugged in any direction, but i think on reflection it is far more likely to be that they tighten with every small movement and they were used with piercings on me just after  the said peircings had been done and wasnt healed. i am not a wuss, i like pain it brings other pleasures with it... and given the right environment and my Master i have now maybe it is time to stop trying to hide the clover clamps and let Him decide whether He wants to use them.
The best nipple clamps i can think of though are Master's very own fingers........He can instantly squeeze hard, twist, ot dig His nail in. his thumb and fingers have often tuned my nipples into my body becoming a melted pile of slush as He drives me nearly to an orgasm just by twisting them. best of all i have contact with His skin on mine and His energy.
Looking at that maybe nipples being clamped are not so bad after all
hugs and light
saffy

the light of a candle is never lessened by lighting another .

electricity

When Master gave me this word to blog about i had a small smile to myself as it has many warm tingley memories for me as a slave and even before that if i delve back into my childhood memories.
These thoughts of childhood that i am thinking of were due to my older brother playing a joke on me and getting me to hold what i think was an amp metre ( bu i am not technical enough to remember the correct name ...) anyhow when you took hold of each of the crocodile clip things and it was on it gae you a nice little buzz of power that sent a warm feeling to my inner self. i am quite sure that it wasnt the reaction that he thought that i would have , and quite possibley he didnt realise the reason that i went straight away and picked it up again , but i think you could say it was then my baptism of the love of small pulsey shocks was born . After this during my childhood i found you could also get a nice twang of a large battery as well and would sometimes stick my tongue on one of these as well.
Well the child in me grew up and for many years i think that other things overtook my love for the jolts that electrcical play gave me ....that was until one day i was in the right place at the right time and was lucky enough to come across a voilet wand set in a box , that was being sold at a car boot sale.  Luckily enough i have two people in my family that are qualified to work with electrics and was able to get it checked out. before  i first had it tried on me.
The first time it was put near me i must admit i was really nervous and nearly bottled out , for the inner child that loved that amp metre as i said, had grown up a little and with adulthood comes sort of reserve that sets the saftey police out and about. However , the Master that i had at that time was as curious as i was and away we went to test drive the different wands and tubes .........i loved it .it was like a set of prickles across my skin and when it hit my then peircings i  was told by Master of the arc that it created and the loud crackle.
i dont use that violet wand so much now . There are so many other scenarios and things to test out that i guess it was put to the bottom of the list ,
There is however other electric things that i would like to try out in play ., such as  the magic wand that Master found the other day on the net........i have worn to many vibrators out in the past  and maybe this one would be better suited to our playtimes. ... and also i have a kink to try out Master's tens machine ........but i am not sure of that idea its sort of a wibble that i want to try but am not sure that it would be pleasurable . ( who am i trying to kid in this blog i dont make decisions here Himself does , and so the end say so is His.)
What ever the decision the word electric has given my brain alot to think about...........and one last thought , maybe it wasnt to be about play, maybe what Master was thinking of was actually the electrical brain signals that fly about in our brains and drown our senses in pleasures.........:
:-)

saffy





the light of a candle is never lessened by lighting another .

concrete

 When Master gave me this word i was slightly baffled ....  i didnt understand what He wanted me to say about concrete and how it could be said that it was a tool that could be used in a scene. Thinking about it and its texture i suppose it could be a good surface to use if you wanted to have a messy play or something as it could be pressure washed down afterwards and it wouldnt be slippery for a slave to stand on.  The  very make of it would be hard and unyeilding if  one was to have to sleep on it or crawl on it and i guess not very pleasant from my memories of the past of movement on it.
It would also be useful to fasten things like rings into so there was good tethering points,. and such like when out door play was in session ... in the ideal garden that was away from nosey neighbours. i was going to put something stupid in here about the wearing of concrete boots like in the gangster movies so that sort of imobilised a person ( as long as the foot was in a strong thick casing of plastic so it was protected from the stuff) but then i realised that it would be near enough impossible to get it off without using hammers or stuff and totally not good in my eyes.
So instead  i just guess that i will blog about concrete meaning, a concrete (strong) relationship with my Master... the different aspects of  my submission and His dominance, being likened to the different ingredients of the concrete , each one totally seperate, but each one a necessity to make the strong substance that it turns into concrete, and in the right ratios.

ie cement = communication..... a biggy because if you cant comunicate with your One and He cant  communicate with you how can you ever know if what you do is right for you , or Him , how can either of you learn and progress.
shingle = safety .... Another  thing to think about ...and important
water = .trust .......i wouldnt consider playing or entering a relationship without it .
sand= openess to explore..... not one that everyone would put in but how many things have we missed out on because we set limits
chemical admixtures.... well this is the love  that binds me to Him tighter than  any chains ..this i guess is not necessary to all people but to me i give all of myself ( heart , soul, body and mind ) so would be a good thing to liken it to.
These examples i put in are a few of the things that i think that make the concrete relationship that a slave shares with her Master... yes there are other aspects that i could have put in but these are the ones that i chose to add.
saffy




the light of a candle is never lessened by lighting another .

revel revel.

 Yesterday was like being given a bag of those  sweets called revels ....a large plastic bag full of chocolate with different centres in them. Some of them where absolutely yummy but every so often there was one that you would rather not have put in your mouth.
The day was good in the fact i think that i made MK happy , and we got some time to ourselves, ( a precious thing at the moment and very valuable) but there was that one sweet as so to use that crepet in my mouth in the fact that i had to say i couldnt do a session with Master.  i guess i am lucky that He didnt proceed anyhow, despite my feelings , but i know after the build up of last month and the negativity that He and i had worked hard to remove from our relationship, at that split second when He had me cufffed to the bed , i was not ready to play, and neither He or i would have got anything at all from the session.
He was very understanding, more so than i deserved, but inside i felt hollow and as if i had really let Him down. i now sit her as i type it wondering how i am going to get over this block that arrived there yesterday and if i will feel like that at the next play session and trying not to cry. ( i hate failing Him , but i am trying to look at it that if i hadnt have said that i couldnt do the play session and had have carried on reguardless then i might have made the barrier even bigger. ) 
On  a more positive note Master seems to be giving me more defined boundries, and i feel more secure for this...
have fun all on this windy blustry day
saffy



the light of a candle is never lessened by lighting another .

what about the past

 Memories ....are they a bad thing  that we have them or are they something that are essential to making us who we are . Should we look at the things that have gone on in the past and wonder why they happened, or should we turn our backs on them and try to shut them away pretending that none of them ever happened ....
i look at the people i have known in my life who have had dementia of some kind , both short term and long and i see how the elderly ones that i have worked with have only the memories of their childhood and past to live in as the present day has a habit of eluding them.
A particular person that springs to mind was of a Lady who was in her 50's but had bad dementia. She loved the old war songs that were song such as "pack up your troubles  in your old kit bag" and "if you were the only girl in the world " and would sing them when she thought that nobody was listening to her, she could remember her ration coupons and would fret because she could not find them, and yet if you were to ask her what she had for her last meal she couldnt remember.  i lost count of the number of times she asked who i was or another member of staff, and she could never remember which room was hers. She was trapped in a way in her past and there was no key to unlock her into the future as it got lost as soon as we found it.
i wonder what her life would have been like without her memories of the past ... She would have been a cabbage i guess to a certain extent, but there again she wouldnt have known much about it and it would only be the people around her that noticed and were sad.
The past has made me who i am , ( the good bits and the bad) and that is the thing that i am trying to focus on when the bad pieces rare their heads.....i needed those things to have happened to have made me into the person that i am now, without them my whole persona would be different . You can not shut things in boxes and pretend that they havent happened but you "can"  realise that they make you stronger and into the wonderful person that you are in this life now and use them as learning curves.
heh so what about the past?     Its just a gateway to get to the present .
the light of a candle is never lessened by lighting another .

knowing the ropes

 Ever since i can remember being involved with BDSM and M/s relationships i can recall having a facination of  Kinbaku-bi (which literally means the art of tight binding). One of the first Master's that i used to know had learnt this at the hand of another , and used to show me on of all things a barbie doll how a long length of rope could be utilised to make a body harness or a restrain a person .He would often knot the rope symetrically down the dolls body making diamond shapes over it and sometimes braiding the rope in the dolls hair to show how every part of the body would be immobilised. He used to have a book as well that had many pictures in it and i loved the ones that were of beautiful japanese women suspended in a tree or bound at odd angles .
He patiently explained to me how the knots would often be strategically placed to give the submissive pleasure in her pain of submission bu making sure that they were on spots that would stimulate her in movement ...
Once he offered to show me by using me as a subject but sadly this offer was declined by the man who was at that time my Master or i could have blogged about it first hand. i do know that i still have this little fire in the pit of my stomach waiting to be stoked up by experiencing it first hand one day , but sadly i have now lost touch with the Master that it was offered from so perhaps i will never experience it.
such is life
saffy



the light of a candle is never lessened by lighting another .

blue movies

i think i was given these words to blog about because of an embarressing situation that occured when my father was installing an outside light for Master and i, on one of the sheds. Everything was going well until He had to get up on the ladder near the top of an old dresser . Unbeknown to me someone had placed an old video on there which was not child freindly should we say. Father got hold of it and without even looking said that it was a blue movie to my son who was helping . i guess scarlet could be used to desribe my face colour when it was brought indoors and announced what it was.
The funy thing is i can not ever remember watching the said movie......infact i would say that i have watched very few of them because they dont hold much appeal to me....though i have been known to watch a few BDSM ones of different scenes with Himself.
Looking at it i think that it must be hard to share that type of thing with another, and be filmed while a crew and goodness knows how many other people watch. To me the act of making love is something that is special to my One and i , and i guess i am an old fashoined fossil who thinks that it would be tarnished by sharing the details or playing at sex with other people.
However i am not blind enough to not realise that it is probably a kink or something that makes others want to perform infront of others and i guess that they could get a kick form it. But a little part of mind wonders if the love and care that they share with their husband/wife/partner gets cheapened by the acts that they do.
Its not something that i would want to find out and through experiencing it so i guess i will never know.
:-)
saffy



the light of a candle is never lessened by lighting another .