Cured of "Giddy"

"I'm so giddy today"...that's how my last post ended, right?!

That was early in the day Friday.  Well, by the end of Friday...I was anything but giddy!

The evening started off fun and innocently enough.  It all began with an impromptu photo session which lead to my new profile photo and this...

 
Then, we unexpectedly had the house to ourselves and He pulled out some other really fun stuff.

Rope, Candle wax, Hitachi, Fucking machine...

Which led to this...

 
However, several hours and fifteen orgasms later, it ceased to be fun.  It became sheer torture my friends!  Oh...let's not forget the plastic clothespins (which had to have been made by the devil himself by the way!)

Several times, I found myself caught somewhere between laughing, crying, and begging Him to stop.  My delirious pleas only served to feed the sadist.  Oh, the sadist was thoroughly enjoying inflicting a whole different type of pain.  But He was kind enough at one point to give me a choice...continue until I reached the fifteen orgasms He expected or suck his cock to completion twice.

Guess I failed to see that there really wasn't a choice after all because somehow I ended up doing both anyways.

You know it's bad when your body is so exhausted you can't sleep, every muscle in your body is twitching and you are already so sore you can't get comfortable.  All day Saturday,  I walked around in an absolute daze.  It felt like I had been hit by a truck and then it backed up and rolled over me again!  Ok...that's a bit of an exaggeration but you know what I mean. 

He did get a good laugh though when I finally admitted Saturday night that I was hiding from Him and hoping He might forget me and my holes even existed.  No. Such. Luck!