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Heksas little blog

A few thoughts and occasionally a short story. Please keep in mind that English is not my first language when Y/you read

Strap ons
Posted:Feb 9, 2016 1:44 am
Last Updated:Feb 11, 2016 1:38 am
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Master and i had a talk aboit strap-ons the other day. The thing is, i would like to know what it feels like to be fucked with a strap on, Master does not want to use one one me. He said, he'd give a lot to see someone using a strap-on on me though. Anyone in the vicinity interested?
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Plain and simple
Posted:Feb 12, 2015 12:50 am
Last Updated:Mar 28, 2024 8:31 am
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I hate vanilla!
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Frustration!
Posted:Feb 11, 2015 8:36 am
Last Updated:Mar 28, 2024 8:31 am
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i'm a masochist, and i think it has been at least six months since the last time i felt any pain apart from the one i inflict myself. The thing is, for a while, inflicting some pain myself kept the restlessness at bay, but now it doesn't help any longer. What am i supposed to do now?

Come to think of it, pain is a good start, but feeling like a submissive, having some rules to live by, and having to suffer the vonsequences if i fail to live up to the rules, that could come in handy too. Anything to take away that restless feeling that now seems to consume me.
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Lacking Inspiration
Posted:Feb 2, 2015 3:20 am
Last Updated:Feb 1, 2016 12:48 am
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I usually never have problems figuring what to write. Now it seems imagination has deserted me. Am currently writing a novel about obediencetraining, but I have no clue how to continue. I have absolutely no idea how to keep the story moving. Anyone out there who can give me some ideas?
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Too much time alone
Posted:Jun 7, 2012 4:48 am
Last Updated:Sep 8, 2012 9:40 am
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It's pretty obvious I have been spending too much time alone lately, being horny and longing for Master to come home from work. With my imagination, that is not a good thing, only sparks longing of so many kinds. Bondage and pain being in those fantasies will hardly surprise anyone who knows me, but right now, that is not what i keep thinking of. I have never considered myself as an exhibisionist, but right now, the thought of any public humiliation from Master turns me on. But that is not the worst part. I have never considered myself even slightly bi curious, but right now, I wish I had another woamn around. Kiss and suck on her nipples, play with her breasts, kissing and touching an licking her pussy... Having another woman doing the same to me.. Sounds soooo good!
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More Slutville
Posted:Mar 2, 2012 5:45 am
Last Updated:Mar 28, 2024 8:31 am
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Did you catch on yet? Slutville? Population consisting of only women? Nudity? Visitors? In Slutville we are all sluts. Some are painsluts, some are constantly horny, well, quite frankly we are all horny more or less always. Being nude makes air move and touch, almost caress certain places of our anatomy. You can guess the rest I suppose. Others are the craziest exhibitionist, they aren’t too fond of the walls by the way..

Our “visitors” are not sluts. Definitely not. They are all dominant, whether they are male or female. It doesn’t matter to us in Slutville. Some of us are strictly hetero. Some are bisexual and some are lesbians. In other words, we can accommodate most desires. Some sluts have changed since they came here. A useful lesson of Slutville. We think we have limitations, but under the right conditions.. It has changed me, that’s for certain.
If you think I’m describing a bordello here, you are sooo wrong. We do charge for food and accommodation, we all have to eat, but the fun, that’s always for free. Sluts come here for a variety of reasons. Some are sent by their owners to be trained, some come just to learn what the lifestyle is all about. Others come in hope of finding an owner. Again, male or female, we don’t discriminate here. Some found an owner and lived happily ever after, some were not so lucky and came back. We have a certain freedom in Slutville, everyone except me that is. I’m the only owned slut in Slutville. I obey Master. The other sluts choose whether they want to let a dominant dominate them for a shorter or longer period. They surrender, make no mistake about it, but they make their own choices. Even those who are sent here by their owners make their own choices when they are here. An owner sending his/her slut here are aware of the fact. A jealous dominant shouldn’t risk it if you see what I mean.. Then again, I’m not an easy person to convince in any way, sluts, visitors they all get screened. And the final word is always mine. Not even Master meddles there. He did once, and it ended in disaster, so all authority in those respects are on my hands.

Curious? I hope so, because my favourite place in the world is Slutville…

Chapter 2

I will take you on a journey through life and experience of the sluts here in the village. Just show a little patience, there are a few more things you ought to know first. I told you we have dress codes right? And hinted at accessories..
With 100 sluts mostly walking around naked, we needed a system. Some way or other to show visitors who is up for what. We could have used colour signals on collars for instance, but Master was not quite happy. I was allowed to make suggestions, and he eventually laid down the law. Mostly for me actually. Although he loves Slutville, I have a feeling there are days he wished the village didn’t exist. So, he vetoed the collar idea, and made me think of new ways to signify whatever we wanted to say. One of his little revenges he brought on me, was the leashes. Because of him I always wear one attached to my collar. It is awfully humiliating walking around with a leash banging into your pussy every move you make, but according to Master it was the perfect way to signify that I was willing to be lead by anyone, no matter sex, age or preferences. I’ve gotten a few very special experiences being lead by my collar..
The lesbians wear a pink ribbon in their collars. Gay pride, a symbol I wasn’t shy about stealing. Everyone knows, and we avoid misconceptions. Those signs were easy to come up with. Most of our sluts use one of those signs. There are others though. Wrist cuffs means the wearer loves bondage. Perhaps no so surprising? Ankle cuffs signifies that the slut is someone’s property. Anyone looking for a permanent relationship should stay away. Anal sluts, for them we make special ear-rings. They are shaped like butt-plugs. For the gang-bang lovers we introduced a simple waist-belt with o-rings. Occasionally we host special gang-bang retreats. (Incidentally, most days Master makes me wear one of those too. He knows I hate gang-banging.). We thought of making a sign for three-somes, but eventually opted against it. Anyone with a leash would usually join a threesome of all kinds. Besides, we couldn’t make it too easy for all the Dominants could we?

The vetting process is rather elaborate. Just as elaborate for Dominants as for submissives. You can’t just knock on the door and expect to be let in, just because you claim to be a dominant. We have had our share of wannabes trying to get in. Although once inside anything goes, safety is important. Don’t even try to come here just to beat the hell out of someone just because you are angry at your mother, father or significant other. That just wont cut it. But if you are a true Dominant, again, gender is not of any importance here, we simply don’t care as long as you play by the rules, any true dominant is welcome to come. For a night, a week-end or a week. Two at the most, and that is merely for those considering taking one of our sluts away to hopefully live happily, if not for ever after, at least for a good while. By the way, we don’t give a rats ass if you are famous. In fact, if you are a man or woman in any way in the public eye, forget it. We have a pretty good thing going here. We like it here. We want to keep it that way. We don’t want any Tom, Dick and Harry peeping over the perimeter of our compound. But if you, as us, prefer anonymity, then I think you know who to talk to…

But I guess you find all this information tedious. Still, it is necessary to know the background , the rules and layout of the place before I get to the juicier parts of the story. I will tell you a few tales of some of our visitors and some of our permanent residents. I hope you will enjoy. As the sluts in Slutville constantly do. At first I will introduce you to Anne. She was the very first slut who came to us, a special request by her Master, a long time friend of mine. Her Master had been in the lifestyle his whole adult life, his slut hadn’t. She had found out by accident, fortunately for him, he’d been better at choosing than he knew, because she turned out to be more than happy to be his slave. She was not that willing to come to Slutville though. She was rather timid at first. For the first two days I think. And then.. Be patient, I’m getting there….

3

It was a snowy day. The drifts were higher than her. At least it felt like it. It wasn’t. It reached her halfway up her calves, but she still felt like the drifts were towering over her.
She’d been prepared for a lot when Master took her for the trip. She had never considered Norway as a particularly interesting place to visit, the thought of there being so many perfect places for experiencing the BDSM-world, was wild. Little Norway, hardly an afterthought in the history of Europe. They had Vikings and skiers and that just about covered it in her books. Still, she had been open and willing. She loved her Master, he loved her, and she really did want to get more experience in all aspects of BDSM. Her Master was so more experienced than her. She had plenty of catching up to do.
She hadn’t sensed foul play until William, my friend, rang the door by the compound gate. She didn’t have time to ask questions until the gates opened and shut behind them. He herded her out of the car, grabbed her bags, and dragged her inside. She fought him. Halfheartedly at first, but when they happened by the glass clad town square, and saw all the other naked sluts in there… Unfortunately her Master was stronger than her, and he did have the best of intention. (Left in my capable hands he didn’t worry about a thing really. He knew she would be into the time of her life).In the end they came to the office. He said his good byes. She shed a few unhappy tears, and sobbed when he closed the door behind him.
I took her straight to her private quarters. A cosy little suite with a bedroom, bathroom and a living room. She collapsed on the bed, and wept bitterly. I actually had a hard time comforting her, and I did have a feeling telling her how well I knew her husband wouldn’t make things better. In the end, she got into the bathroom, cleaned herself up, and got undressed. She later said it was a laugh. Going out, no matter what ends there is to the expedition, the commonplace thing to do is getting dressed.
Anne was unusually shy about walking around naked. I couldn’t blame her for that really. I was also dressed when there were new sluts coming to stay. In the end she was allowed to wear a slaves dress. It didn’t really cover her up at all, but hey, whatever makes you tick.
In the town square, she was introduced to the others. We were only about 30 that day, and some were busy with visitors. At first she was shy. She found a secluded spot in a corner. Occasionally she pulled a little in the leash attached to her collar, as if it was in her way, but she was an obedient little slave girl, she didn’t even try to remove it. Apart from that, she seemed to stare at the others with curiosity written all over her face. She seemed to hang on to every spoken word. She had met a few other submissives and slave girls, but she had not befriended any of them, or had much chance of spending time with them. She didn’t have anyone to talk to about how it felt to be her Masters slave. She had no one to share experiences with.. She was like a sponge, sucking in every word the other sluts spoke. (Yes I know, strange descriptions, but us Norwegians, we are a special breed, one day, I might just tell you why).
The first evening she avoided any visitor and all the other sluts. Just hang on to every word they spoke. The following morning, when she came for breakfast, she lost her long robe by the entrance to the dining room, where 30 other robes were already hanging. During the day, she came closer to some of the others. She walked around just as naked as everyone else, all she wore, was the collar and leash. She had quickly found out what it meant, dreaded the implications, but she was constantly reminded that she could turn down everyone she wanted. Going anywhere with any Dom, was not a requirement. By the time she went to bed, Anne seemed to be quite content.

The third morning was an especially cold one. She shuddered as a leaf when she came into the town square, but still took her cloak off. She didn’t shy away from anyone there. For the first time she also took part in some of the conversation. She seemed to take a special liking to one of the permanent residents in the village. A woman by the name Janine. As Anne, Janine was English, but had been living in Norway for a number of years. She had also been one of the founders of Slutville, and had no intentions of leaving. She was 20 years older than Anne, but that didn’t seem to matter to either of them. Age doesn’t always matter as much as the scientist want it too. Some things are just universal. As good sex for instance.

By midday the clouds blocked out any natural light. The snow was piling down. Gusts of wind made moaning and groaning noises as they rounded corners. It was dark as night. An unusual blizzard had decided to pay us a visit. Pretty soon the town square was too cold for anyone, dressed or not. A lot of people crowded in the dining room. Janine and Anne as well.

When the afternoon turned into evening, the snow had packed around the compound, making it hard to move outside. But the dining room was nice and warm. A fire was blazing in the fireplace. Someone had decided to turn off the lights, and the room was lit only with candles. They seemed to flicker towards each other like they too had things to talk about. There were no visitors that night. And noone expected any man or woman to brave through the raging blizzard. Inside there was a certain camp feeling. One of the girls had found marshmallows stashed and forgotten in the kitchen. Anything that could be used for sticks were gotten out and used for roasting marshmallows. It was a sticky business, but not a one seemed to care. It was too much fun for that. Unexpected, but fun.
When the bell rang, everyone grew quiet. All looking at each other, puzzled and disbelieving. Who would be foolish enough to go through that weather to come to Slutville that night? By the fireplace Janine
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Lost my inspiration
Posted:Mar 1, 2012 5:29 am
Last Updated:Mar 28, 2024 8:31 am
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I'm trying so hard to sit down by the computer and write instead of playing mindless games and surfing here and there. I've totally lost my concentration. I have a feeling it has to do with not smoking anymore.

People say it is so great that Master and I have cut smoking. Master is pretty happy with it himself, and enjoys his new status as a non-smoker. I don't. I miss it when I get up in the morning, when I go to bed, when I have a cup of coffee, when I write.. It's getting harder and harder not to buy a pack in the shop. What is so fantastic about being a non-smoker anyway?
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Sewing
Posted:Oct 18, 2011 6:23 am
Last Updated:Mar 28, 2024 8:31 am
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Just ordered myself a few patterns for sowing clothes. Costumes rather, I have always been fond of historical dresses. I am so looking forward to getting them, and doing some more of it. I have finished one baroc dress, one of medieval inspiration, renessaince pattern on their way, with some extra patterns of saloon girl costumes and cloaks. Oh, I can hardly wait to get them and get started!!!!!
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Ways to cause pain
Posted:Sep 23, 2011 3:37 am
Last Updated:Sep 29, 2011 1:25 pm
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without making too much noise...

I have a few ideas myself, but would be greatful for some hints and tricks
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Slutville
Posted:Sep 7, 2011 4:13 am
Last Updated:Oct 6, 2017 5:15 pm
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For the hell of it Just started a new novel. Here's a beginning...

Chapter 1

Welcome to Slutville. Never heard of it? No reason you should have. It’s a rather secluded little place. Population at the moment is 100. Women. All women. Visitors, and they are frequent, are not counted. They do not really belong in Slutville. But they are needed, and most welcome. Young or old, male or female. They have one thing in common though. They all go through me. I’m the boss of Slutville. Not the mayor, there is no democracy in Slutville.
Oops, just noticed I made a slight mistake here. The population of Slutville is actually 101. The last person is my Master. Ultimately he has control of course. He is the only one who can control me. But he is always hard at work. Running here or there, flying to this or that continent on business. That is why he is not officially one of the inhabitants. Besides, long ago, when Slutville was started, there were some rules established. We always strive to be perfect, and the perfect no of sluts we soon found out was 100.
As I mentioned, I’m the boss in Slutville. Boss is a cute title for someone like me though. I’m not my own person. I am Masters little slave. His sex toy, his factory if he so pleases. Still, in Slutville I am boss. Try to get into the compound without my permission… Not a good idea.
At first we didn’t have a compound. A few of us got together, bought some land, and build a few houses. We thought we would be left alone. The village is in the middle of fucking nowhere. Next to hillbilly town and inbreed Ville.. Don’t go looking for those places by the way. They don’t exist. It is just the general feel we got from the surroundings when we bought the land. Unfortunately Norway is a small country, and it was summer when we opened. Outfits are pretty simple in Slutville. If itæs hot, you are naked. Only collar and maybe some more accessories are used by any sluts when it’s hot enough to move without. A stumbled into the village by mistake. He was on a hike and had gotten lost. It was natural for him to approach the first houses he saw. He got food and water and was sent on his merry way. By me. But he went to the nearest town, and soon we had visitors who didn’t accidentally stumble in on us. Rumours spread fast and wide. The reporters came one day it was raining. Fortunately. We are all dressed outside when it is raining. Raincoats and wellies the lot of us. Not much underneath though, absolutely nothing underneath actually, except the collar and maybe a few other accessories.
Anyways, the reporters didn’t get quite what they came for. They got nice pictures of women in raincoats and wellies. We got to the front page anyways though. A village in the middle of nowhere, only populated by women. It was so hot the reporters said ( all of them men for some reason), they couldn’t leave us be. The wildest speculations began, and more men and more reporters came, pretty soon we were under siege, and that is when we started building the walls. One way in and one way out of the village now, and that gate is always locked. No one can get into Slutville without special permission. My permission.

As you probably figured, we have dress codes in Slutville. Strict dress codes for all the inhabitants. We wear nothing. Most of the time anyways. Norway is not only a small country, it is also a cold country. You can’t walk around naked when the temperature is below freezing. The plus side of having to build the walls though, was adding an enclosed square in the middle of the village. Always heated to a comfy temperature, we all bask in there. Naked of course. All seasons. Even with blizzards howling we can be naked in there. Woman or rather sluts who are not willing to walk around naked, aren’t welcome here.
When there are visitors, which is most of the time, some sluts are allowed some clothes. Still with strict codes though. Panties and pantyhose are banned. Anything covering breasts are banned. Trousers are banned, but no one wants to wear them anyway. Nothing that can restrict pussy-access is banned. We have some beautiful dresses we wear. The design is a little peculiar though. Maybe, just maybe I will tell you on occasion what they look like. Maybe..
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