Continued from Into the Lion(ess)'s Den: This slave's account of being loaned for the weekend...
Walking naked back down the steps to the car to retrieve her belongings, she realized just how quickly the tone was set. But it wasn't until dinner that she fully appreciated how intense this experience was going to be.
Dinner was planned with some friends of the Mistress staying at the condo just below and everyone was saying their hello's when someone asked the slave's name. The Mistress quickly answered, "This is cum slut". The woman seemed a bit amused at first but then, seriously, asked for her real name. The Mistress didn't give an inch. And even when the slave was questioned directly, she followed the Mistress's lead and answered the same way.
Making her way to the patio, the Mistress took a seat, with the slave following right along behind. Gingerly, she knelt down on the rough concrete beside the chair, trying carefully not to scrape herself while shifting around to get comfortable. Thankfully, it wasn't long before she was instructed to find a couple wash cloths to protect her knees.
The Mistress herself wasn't eating but did ask the slave if she would like something. Her stomach had been in knots all day but was also entirely empty. Suspecting she might need her strength, she swallowed the lump in her throat and squeaked out the words "Yes, Ma'am".
She was to make a plate and bring it to the Mistress, but she had to crawl both to the kitchen and back. Again, she tried to be careful as to not scrape her knees on the concrete and she was pretty sure people were watching and talking as she crawled away, but she tried to remain focused on her task and being gracious to those that had prepared the meal.
Crawling back, one hand on the floor and the other holding the plate, she handed the plate to Mistress. "Did you make it how you would like it?". She again answered "Yes, Ma'am.
The Mistress set the plate down on the ground, instructing her to place her hands on either side of the plate and eat. She had been made to eat and drink on the ground like a dog before, but never in front of anyone had she been humiliated in such a way. Mostly people carried on conversation as if she wasn't there. Sometimes people did talk to her but anytime a compliment was offered, like how well she was using her tongue to help bring the food into her mouth, she made sure to show her appreciation by kissing that person's foot.
After her initial arrival that evening, it had not taken long for her to receive her first punishment for unintentionally breaking this rule. She had been put over the Mistress's knee and given five very hard swats with the sole of Mistress's sandal. Almost instantly, tears had welled in her eyes but she fought them back. Not only was it extremely painful, but it was the first time she had ever been punished in front of people. She felt not only did her failure let the Mistress down, but also her Master.
Slowly but surely she was able to clean her plate. Eating a burrito without any hands is a bit tricky but she was extremely was glad to be able to do it with a bit of grace and skill.
After taking her plate back to the kitchen, the Mistress had more plans for her and she quickly became a bit of entertainment.
Crawling to the center of the room, she was instructed to kneel and then lay back, touching her head to the floor and keeping her legs bent up underneath her. She was completely exposed as this position forced her body into a natural arch. Several people stood around watching as Mistress told her to touch herself. At that moment, she wanted to crawl into a hole and hide. All kinds of thoughts tried to flow through her mind because, again, this was something she had never done before. But rather than allow her mind to run away with her, she simply closed her eyes, shutting out everything, and went on auto-pilot.
As she rubbed circles around her clit, she heard the Mistress encouraging her to push her fingers to play with her hole and even probe further inside. The position was incredibly stressful and didn't allow her the same reach as it would if her legs were out from under her. She could then hear the Mistress talking to one of the men, who she didn't find out until later was also a submissive. He was being offered the opportunity to touch the cum slut. The slave didn't hear him answer but knew all too well what was coming.
His fingers probed her opening and the Mistress demanded to know if it was wet. He answered that it was. The Mistress then asked if wanted his cock sucked. The cum slut was made to suck his fingers clean before sitting up and being presented with his cock. She took it in her mouth, squeezed her eyes closed even harder, and knew that all eyes in the room were on them.
Mistress taunted him asking if he wanted to cum and when he said yes, she told the slave to lay back again. He stroked himself as he watched her resume playing with her pussy, finally spilling his pleasure on her body.
Allowed to get up and go clean herself off in the bathroom, she happened to catch a glimpse at a clock. It was only 8:00. She had only just arrived two short hours earlier and was in shock by all that had already happened. She was afraid to imagine what else the rest of the night would hold...
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Wednesday, May 6, 2015
Who Takes Care of You
For whatever reason, I have found this post to be by far one of my hardest to write. It's been all up in my head but the whole evening still seems almost surreal, making it really hard to find my words and do it the justice it deserves.
Honestly, I never thought making out with a girl would feel..and be...so natural. Damn! I never expected to enjoy it so much. For years, I built things up in mind to believe that maybe, just maybe, some things were better left to fantasy.
So with that...I'm sorry it took so long..hope you enjoy!
Chrysalis and I sat on opposite sides of the hot tub still enjoying our drinks, still talking. But I couldn't help notice the occasional bump of our legs under the water. Getting out of the water a couple of times to refill drinks and cool off, I found myself now very comfortable moving around in front of her completely nude. We talked about our bodies, discussed the meanings of our tattoos, and plenty of other "stuff".
At one point while we were relaxing, she noticed I was favoring one side of my neck. Turning my body away from her, she started massaging me. With a perfect touch, not too hard and not too soft, she slowly began working out the knots in my shoulders and neck. Her hands eventually traveled down the length of my back, dipped under the water and focused on my low back and glutes. The tension in my muscles was melting away. However, each time she brushed against me with her body, I could feel a different type of tension building.
I am certainly not the expert that she is but I offered to return the favor. It was such a wonderful and organic way to begin the exploration of her body in a non-sexual way. I've said before that I am not much of a touchy-feely person so I wasn't sure if I would enjoy touching someone in this way, much less how it would feel touching a woman. I had really feared that it would just be awkward, but she has this way about her that makes me feel safe, free to open up, and be myself.
Her skin was so soft and inviting and the curves of her body fascinated me. Eventually, we went back to talking but seemed to be gravitating around to the same side of the tub until we were more face to face. With my arm draping over hers and our legs overlapping, I found it impossible not to stroke her arm, but couldn't bring myself to make any other move.
The conversation drifted off and our eyes locked in that "we know what comes next kind of way". Thankfully, she had the courage that I didn't have.
And that is how the kiss began...the first time I have ever kissed a girl. She leaned forward, bringing my face towards her, and started by brushing her lips against mine. The intensity in the kiss continued to grow but was still a soft and slow exploration.
Now with our bodies pressed together, our hands began tracing the curves of each others bodies. I moved away from her lips to kiss the soft flesh along her neck, completely intoxicated each time I sensed her breathing change. As her hand moved under the water, lightly brushing against my most sensitive spot, I could feel my body already quivering with anticipation.
Eventually my fingers followed her lead as I gently traced the outline of her opening just before finally moving inside her softness.
Learning someone's body is never an easy thing, particularly when you have been with the same person for a very long time. And yes, we as females have the same parts and know what feels good to ourselves, but we are also complicated creatures. Each one of us is unique and responds differently and I was so completely lost in this desire to explore every inch of her to figure out what she responded to.
Her fingers continued working, coaxing me closer and closer to the point of no return, until I asked her permission for my pleasure just as I would with Heron.
After coming back down to earth, we continued touching and playing until the water around us had gotten cold. We hopped out and went upstairs to try out a new toy that she had recently bought for herself. And while my fingers didn't get the job done quite as well as hers had for me, anyone who's read here long enough, knows that I can most definitely WORK a damn Hitachi!
As I crouched over her on the bed, she looked at me and let out a gasp, throwing her hand over her mouth. I thought for sure she had seen something crawling on me. Half laughing and half worried, she blurted out that I had a mark on me. Running to the mirror, I looked and then we were both laughing. I remembered her "nipping" my neck at one point, but never thought it would have been enough to leave a bruise. Obviously, neither did she.
Crawling back between her legs, I turned on the Hitachi and rubbed it in slow circles over her. Before long, I recognized the tell-tale signs as her back began arching and her hands each grabbed a fist full of sheets around her.
Never in all my life, have I watched something so erotic. Seeing a woman completely lost and enjoying the moment is amazingly hot and I found myself instantly aroused again. I've always heard women can just keep going with each other for hours. I now have no doubt as to why.
Even though it was a fairly tame night...we were both returning to our men with proof of the fun we had. Not only was I showing up at home with a hickey on my neck, but her husband was coming home to a soaked bed.
Guess I finally found my words...:)
Honestly, I never thought making out with a girl would feel..and be...so natural. Damn! I never expected to enjoy it so much. For years, I built things up in mind to believe that maybe, just maybe, some things were better left to fantasy.
So with that...I'm sorry it took so long..hope you enjoy!
Chrysalis and I sat on opposite sides of the hot tub still enjoying our drinks, still talking. But I couldn't help notice the occasional bump of our legs under the water. Getting out of the water a couple of times to refill drinks and cool off, I found myself now very comfortable moving around in front of her completely nude. We talked about our bodies, discussed the meanings of our tattoos, and plenty of other "stuff".
At one point while we were relaxing, she noticed I was favoring one side of my neck. Turning my body away from her, she started massaging me. With a perfect touch, not too hard and not too soft, she slowly began working out the knots in my shoulders and neck. Her hands eventually traveled down the length of my back, dipped under the water and focused on my low back and glutes. The tension in my muscles was melting away. However, each time she brushed against me with her body, I could feel a different type of tension building.
I am certainly not the expert that she is but I offered to return the favor. It was such a wonderful and organic way to begin the exploration of her body in a non-sexual way. I've said before that I am not much of a touchy-feely person so I wasn't sure if I would enjoy touching someone in this way, much less how it would feel touching a woman. I had really feared that it would just be awkward, but she has this way about her that makes me feel safe, free to open up, and be myself.
Her skin was so soft and inviting and the curves of her body fascinated me. Eventually, we went back to talking but seemed to be gravitating around to the same side of the tub until we were more face to face. With my arm draping over hers and our legs overlapping, I found it impossible not to stroke her arm, but couldn't bring myself to make any other move.
The conversation drifted off and our eyes locked in that "we know what comes next kind of way". Thankfully, she had the courage that I didn't have.
And that is how the kiss began...the first time I have ever kissed a girl. She leaned forward, bringing my face towards her, and started by brushing her lips against mine. The intensity in the kiss continued to grow but was still a soft and slow exploration.
Now with our bodies pressed together, our hands began tracing the curves of each others bodies. I moved away from her lips to kiss the soft flesh along her neck, completely intoxicated each time I sensed her breathing change. As her hand moved under the water, lightly brushing against my most sensitive spot, I could feel my body already quivering with anticipation.
Eventually my fingers followed her lead as I gently traced the outline of her opening just before finally moving inside her softness.
Learning someone's body is never an easy thing, particularly when you have been with the same person for a very long time. And yes, we as females have the same parts and know what feels good to ourselves, but we are also complicated creatures. Each one of us is unique and responds differently and I was so completely lost in this desire to explore every inch of her to figure out what she responded to.
Her fingers continued working, coaxing me closer and closer to the point of no return, until I asked her permission for my pleasure just as I would with Heron.
After coming back down to earth, we continued touching and playing until the water around us had gotten cold. We hopped out and went upstairs to try out a new toy that she had recently bought for herself. And while my fingers didn't get the job done quite as well as hers had for me, anyone who's read here long enough, knows that I can most definitely WORK a damn Hitachi!
As I crouched over her on the bed, she looked at me and let out a gasp, throwing her hand over her mouth. I thought for sure she had seen something crawling on me. Half laughing and half worried, she blurted out that I had a mark on me. Running to the mirror, I looked and then we were both laughing. I remembered her "nipping" my neck at one point, but never thought it would have been enough to leave a bruise. Obviously, neither did she.
Crawling back between her legs, I turned on the Hitachi and rubbed it in slow circles over her. Before long, I recognized the tell-tale signs as her back began arching and her hands each grabbed a fist full of sheets around her.
Never in all my life, have I watched something so erotic. Seeing a woman completely lost and enjoying the moment is amazingly hot and I found myself instantly aroused again. I've always heard women can just keep going with each other for hours. I now have no doubt as to why.
Even though it was a fairly tame night...we were both returning to our men with proof of the fun we had. Not only was I showing up at home with a hickey on my neck, but her husband was coming home to a soaked bed.
Guess I finally found my words...:)
Saturday, March 21, 2015
Randomness and Rain Dances
It's such a beautiful Saturday afternoon here where we are. We just got home from a soccer game...so excited that our team won! And now, I am sitting on the deck enjoying some lunch. The youngest has already headed off for the day with some friends and the oldest is getting ready for her first ever job interview!
Not much has been going on this past week. I did manage to lose some focus last week and missed a couple of my usual household duties. So, this weekend, I got smart and knocked them all out as soon as I got home from work yesterday. Nothing like going to bed on a Friday night with chore list pretty much complete. I do still, however, have a punishment awaiting for my oversights. But Heron spent the week fighting the crud again so I'm sure He will make up for that when He gets better.
Can I just say that the crud didn't stop Him from enjoying a blow job last night though!! Let's face it...there isn't much that would ever make Him miss out on that. But I think it might have made Him sicker because instead of just being congested, He woke up in the middle of the night with a fever. I don't know why He doesn't rest until He feels better. That's what He would make me do. But I'm not the boss so if He thinks a blowjob is the miracle cure, who am I to stop Him?!
However, I am now holding my breath hoping I don't get sick. Not from swallowing his cum, if that's where you thought I was going with that:)
What I am worried about is Him spitting in my mouth while fucking me several nights ago. Spitting in my mouth...well that's one of those things that I hate to love but my body sure does give me away every time. Of course, this all happened the very night before He started feeling under the weather. Yeah...that shit is going to make me sick for sure. I just know it!
Have I mentioned that one of Heron's new expectations is that He never find a kitchen towel left on the counter? Nope, don't think I have. Picky, right?
Well, I actually can't blame Him really. I have this horrible habit when I'm cooking to take out a towel, wipe my hands, and lay it down. Then I need to wipe my hands again or the counter, and I pull another towel out of the drawer. Usually, by the time I finish making dinner, I will have 3 or 4 dirty cloths laying around.
So, He is breaking me from that habit, but darn! It's been a tough one. I actually have been punished for it a couple times already. I'm being very conscious about it so it's getting better but I couldn't believe my eyes yesterday when my mom walked into the kitchen, took the cloth from where it was draped over the handle of the stove, wiped her hands, and then walked over to the sink, folded it and laid it down right there on the counter.
I almost had a stroke. Hmmm....got to figure out a way to train everyone else in the house so that I'm not getting in trouble when it's not even my fault. I do that enough on my own. But it's not like I can say...Hey, when you leave that on the counter, I get my ass caned. I'll have to think of a more subtle way. I'm certainly open to suggestions if you have any.
Well, I should stop rambling on about random stuff and take advantage of this sunny afternoon. Getting the cars washed was the only thing left on my list to do. Of course, I will cry later on because we all know how getting the cars washed is apparently some kind of rain dance!
Hope you are all having a lovely weekend!!
Not much has been going on this past week. I did manage to lose some focus last week and missed a couple of my usual household duties. So, this weekend, I got smart and knocked them all out as soon as I got home from work yesterday. Nothing like going to bed on a Friday night with chore list pretty much complete. I do still, however, have a punishment awaiting for my oversights. But Heron spent the week fighting the crud again so I'm sure He will make up for that when He gets better.
Can I just say that the crud didn't stop Him from enjoying a blow job last night though!! Let's face it...there isn't much that would ever make Him miss out on that. But I think it might have made Him sicker because instead of just being congested, He woke up in the middle of the night with a fever. I don't know why He doesn't rest until He feels better. That's what He would make me do. But I'm not the boss so if He thinks a blowjob is the miracle cure, who am I to stop Him?!
However, I am now holding my breath hoping I don't get sick. Not from swallowing his cum, if that's where you thought I was going with that:)
What I am worried about is Him spitting in my mouth while fucking me several nights ago. Spitting in my mouth...well that's one of those things that I hate to love but my body sure does give me away every time. Of course, this all happened the very night before He started feeling under the weather. Yeah...that shit is going to make me sick for sure. I just know it!
Have I mentioned that one of Heron's new expectations is that He never find a kitchen towel left on the counter? Nope, don't think I have. Picky, right?
Well, I actually can't blame Him really. I have this horrible habit when I'm cooking to take out a towel, wipe my hands, and lay it down. Then I need to wipe my hands again or the counter, and I pull another towel out of the drawer. Usually, by the time I finish making dinner, I will have 3 or 4 dirty cloths laying around.
So, He is breaking me from that habit, but darn! It's been a tough one. I actually have been punished for it a couple times already. I'm being very conscious about it so it's getting better but I couldn't believe my eyes yesterday when my mom walked into the kitchen, took the cloth from where it was draped over the handle of the stove, wiped her hands, and then walked over to the sink, folded it and laid it down right there on the counter.
I almost had a stroke. Hmmm....got to figure out a way to train everyone else in the house so that I'm not getting in trouble when it's not even my fault. I do that enough on my own. But it's not like I can say...Hey, when you leave that on the counter, I get my ass caned. I'll have to think of a more subtle way. I'm certainly open to suggestions if you have any.
Well, I should stop rambling on about random stuff and take advantage of this sunny afternoon. Getting the cars washed was the only thing left on my list to do. Of course, I will cry later on because we all know how getting the cars washed is apparently some kind of rain dance!
Hope you are all having a lovely weekend!!
Sunday, December 14, 2014
Who Complains about Such Things?
I started this post a few weeks back and never quite got around to finishing it. No time better than the present since I'm not getting any relief right now. He sure knows how to keep me guessing and I have always said He is a man of extremes. And in this case, either he's giving more than I can handle (many times by my own hand) or none at all!! sigh
So several weeks ago, this was one of my assignments...
Five orgasms before Daddy gets home from work.
Well this is no easy task given that I get home from work only about an hour before He does and I'm typically busy cooking dinner. But this particular day, the kids were out, so I thought maybe I stood a chance. That is until I walked in the house to find my mother anxiously awaiting my attention like one of the children. Eventually, I faked a headache so that I could disappear upstairs Really, in my own home as a middle aged woman...it's quite ridiculous that I have to lie to my mother to get some privacy.
Not long after getting started, with only one orgasm under my belt, my phone rang. The youngest was ready to be picked up. Dammit! I quickly squeezed in one more before running out of the house. After getting back, I set her to task working on homework and ran upstairs grabbing the hitachi and dildo and managed to squeak out number three just after I heard the garage door go up, signaling that Daddy had just arrived home from work.
FAIL!!
I tried to explain that I just ran out of time. He wasn't pleased but He understood.
So let's fast forward to the next day's assignment...
Five orgasms before Daddy gets home from work plus the two I owe from the day before.
Without me having to say a word, He was already sensing my resistance or at least that's what He interpreted it to be.
You are the only person I know that would complain about cumming TOO much!
It's not that I was complaining. But I thought He understood about the two from the day before. Apparently, I should have asked to complete the assignment later, maybe after everyone went to bed. Urgg...I thought about that...really I did but wrongly assumed that I wouldn't be granted that opportunity.
And what I was feeling wasn't so much resistance as it was frustration. Sometimes I start to feel put off, like maybe He doesn't desire me. I know with out a doubt this isn't the case and am reminded of it all the time, but when I'm really tired or my emotions start getting the better of me, that's just the direction my mind goes. On top of that, if I couldn't do it five times the previous day, why did He think I could do it seven today?
And let's not forget to mention that it's just plain aggravating when there are people I have to dodge and other responsibilities pulling me in different directions.
But despite my own issues, I came home and got to business, resolved to not let Daddy down this time. And luckily, the kids were occupied. It took every bit of an hour but this time when I heard the garage door go up, it pushed me over the edge of my seventh and final orgasm.
Whew...MISSION ACCOMPLISHED!!
But little did I know, that was not all He had planned for me that night....
So several weeks ago, this was one of my assignments...
Five orgasms before Daddy gets home from work.
Well this is no easy task given that I get home from work only about an hour before He does and I'm typically busy cooking dinner. But this particular day, the kids were out, so I thought maybe I stood a chance. That is until I walked in the house to find my mother anxiously awaiting my attention like one of the children. Eventually, I faked a headache so that I could disappear upstairs Really, in my own home as a middle aged woman...it's quite ridiculous that I have to lie to my mother to get some privacy.
Not long after getting started, with only one orgasm under my belt, my phone rang. The youngest was ready to be picked up. Dammit! I quickly squeezed in one more before running out of the house. After getting back, I set her to task working on homework and ran upstairs grabbing the hitachi and dildo and managed to squeak out number three just after I heard the garage door go up, signaling that Daddy had just arrived home from work.
FAIL!!
I tried to explain that I just ran out of time. He wasn't pleased but He understood.
So let's fast forward to the next day's assignment...
Five orgasms before Daddy gets home from work plus the two I owe from the day before.
Without me having to say a word, He was already sensing my resistance or at least that's what He interpreted it to be.
You are the only person I know that would complain about cumming TOO much!
It's not that I was complaining. But I thought He understood about the two from the day before. Apparently, I should have asked to complete the assignment later, maybe after everyone went to bed. Urgg...I thought about that...really I did but wrongly assumed that I wouldn't be granted that opportunity.
And what I was feeling wasn't so much resistance as it was frustration. Sometimes I start to feel put off, like maybe He doesn't desire me. I know with out a doubt this isn't the case and am reminded of it all the time, but when I'm really tired or my emotions start getting the better of me, that's just the direction my mind goes. On top of that, if I couldn't do it five times the previous day, why did He think I could do it seven today?
And let's not forget to mention that it's just plain aggravating when there are people I have to dodge and other responsibilities pulling me in different directions.
But despite my own issues, I came home and got to business, resolved to not let Daddy down this time. And luckily, the kids were occupied. It took every bit of an hour but this time when I heard the garage door go up, it pushed me over the edge of my seventh and final orgasm.
Whew...MISSION ACCOMPLISHED!!
But little did I know, that was not all He had planned for me that night....
Saturday, November 15, 2014
One Hell of a Kinky Week
The natural ebb and flow of this dynamic is something I have come to understand and try to appreciate. In fact, sometimes after weeks like this, I welcome the ebb. But for now, we are happily enjoying the flow of things.
I almost don't even know where to start...afraid my memory will start to get fuzzy before I have a chance to write it all down. I had been spanked, edged, toyed with and used in so many ways, particularly for the last two days. But let me start with the what happened this morning.
Holy smokes! It's been next to never since we actually got really kinky in the morning. In fact, that might have never happened....EVER! Morning sex or blowjobs occasionally, but neither of us are morning people. Morning are usually spent running around trying to get ready for work during the week and soccer games on the weekend. But let's just say I am certainly capable of being a kinky little slut any time of the day apparently.
Our eldest had already headed out for the day and I had just returned from dropping the munchkin off. I came home to find Daddy making me breakfast. What a wonderful treat and I commented on the amount of food. He simply replied, You will be needing it. Well, didn't that sound promising and a bit scary!
I excused myself and went upstairs to shower but by the time I came out, He had set up quite the scene in our bedroom with some of the workout equipment. I have blogged about this pull up tower a couple times before. Once again, it was front and center. Oh...so many possibilities with this piece of equipment. Yet very few have actually involved working out:)
Underneath the tower was a weight bench. He stood intently, strapping the Hitachi onto the stand and told me to get a towel and lay it down on the weight bench and then lay down on it.
I went off to the closet, returning with the towel in hand, laid it across the bench and then laid down on my back, with my head positioned under the tower and my legs outstretched and hanging off the end. He placed a chair at the end of the bench, just far enough away so that I could prop my feet on the arms of the chair. Then, He proceeded to "strap" me down to the bench with rope just underneath my tits and a cloth belt around my midsection.
While He plundered through drawers and the toy cabinet looking for everything else He needed, I tried to relax. You know, years ago, when we would play around with any kind of bondage, the waiting used to frustrate me to no end, really would ruin the whole experience. I was pretty impatient. But I find myself really enjoying the anticipation now. For me, it's part of the experience and I get lost in watching Him concentrate on getting everything just right.
Before long, He placed a spreader bar across the arms of the chair. After putting cuffs on my wrists and ankles, He tied my legs wide open on the spreader bar and tied my arms to the side bars of the tower. I was thinking oh....what fun this is going to be. Spreader bar...Hitachi...must be my lucky day. Really...one might think I would know better by now!! There's always more to it than just that.
I didn't even mind seeing the clover clamps come out or even having them attached to my nipples. Well, that is until He attached them to rope...
...then dropped the rope over the top bar of the tower...
...then tied the rope to the middle of the spreader bar.
As Daddy positioned the Hitachi so that it was humming directly on my clit, He must have seen the look of panic on my face and calmly reassured me He had no intentions of pulling on the rope at all.
He flicked off the bedroom light, lit a couple of candles, and with that evil (but oh so adorable look) in His eye, He walked over and gently slid the chair out from under my legs.
With my legs suspended in mid-air, it all became so very clear.
No...He wasn't going to do anything to my nipples. I WAS!!
Standing back with His arms folded, He watched me struggle to hold my position, desperate not to lower my legs, desperate not to pull on my nipples. After a few minutes, my stomach and legs muscles started to burn and my whole body trembled. I was so thankful when He kindly offered a reprieve. All I had to do was ask for a rest. But trying to prove that I could hold out, I waited a couple more minutes and then asked for Him to put the chair back.
What I didn't realize was that there was a consequence for granting my request. It only took a few smacks to the underside of my feet with the crop and I was bucking wildly, begging for Him to stop, willing to risk torturing my own nipples.
He was all too glad to remove the chair at my request, but again, I could only hold my position so long. This pattern repeated a couple more times, until He finally told me that if I wanted it all to stop, I only needed to cum for Him. Unfortunately, at this point, I was so over-stimulated, the Hitachi had become just a mere distraction.
Knowing that I would need more, I begged for Him to use a dildo on me, which is exactly the added humiliation He had hoped for. Stuffing it first in my mouth to get it wet, He then worked slowly inside me and then sped up the pace. It didn't take but a couple of minutes before I had not only one but two really intense orgasms. I had no idea how hard I was pulling against my nipples, and didn't care until the final ripples of my pleasure had subsided. Then, the aching and cramping I felt all over my body was almost more than I could stand.
Returning the chair back under my feet, He began the slow process of untying me. Before letting me up, He pushing the dildo back in my mouth, insisting that I lick it clean and then told me to go lay in the bed and rest.
I laid there and couldn't help but admire the deep mark left where the rope had held me firmly in place. Snuggling over on my side, I watched as He meticulously put everything away. My body was hurting and exhausted but my mind was completely at peace.
What a way to start the day!!
I almost don't even know where to start...afraid my memory will start to get fuzzy before I have a chance to write it all down. I had been spanked, edged, toyed with and used in so many ways, particularly for the last two days. But let me start with the what happened this morning.
Holy smokes! It's been next to never since we actually got really kinky in the morning. In fact, that might have never happened....EVER! Morning sex or blowjobs occasionally, but neither of us are morning people. Morning are usually spent running around trying to get ready for work during the week and soccer games on the weekend. But let's just say I am certainly capable of being a kinky little slut any time of the day apparently.
Our eldest had already headed out for the day and I had just returned from dropping the munchkin off. I came home to find Daddy making me breakfast. What a wonderful treat and I commented on the amount of food. He simply replied, You will be needing it. Well, didn't that sound promising and a bit scary!
I excused myself and went upstairs to shower but by the time I came out, He had set up quite the scene in our bedroom with some of the workout equipment. I have blogged about this pull up tower a couple times before. Once again, it was front and center. Oh...so many possibilities with this piece of equipment. Yet very few have actually involved working out:) Underneath the tower was a weight bench. He stood intently, strapping the Hitachi onto the stand and told me to get a towel and lay it down on the weight bench and then lay down on it.
I went off to the closet, returning with the towel in hand, laid it across the bench and then laid down on my back, with my head positioned under the tower and my legs outstretched and hanging off the end. He placed a chair at the end of the bench, just far enough away so that I could prop my feet on the arms of the chair. Then, He proceeded to "strap" me down to the bench with rope just underneath my tits and a cloth belt around my midsection.
While He plundered through drawers and the toy cabinet looking for everything else He needed, I tried to relax. You know, years ago, when we would play around with any kind of bondage, the waiting used to frustrate me to no end, really would ruin the whole experience. I was pretty impatient. But I find myself really enjoying the anticipation now. For me, it's part of the experience and I get lost in watching Him concentrate on getting everything just right.
Before long, He placed a spreader bar across the arms of the chair. After putting cuffs on my wrists and ankles, He tied my legs wide open on the spreader bar and tied my arms to the side bars of the tower. I was thinking oh....what fun this is going to be. Spreader bar...Hitachi...must be my lucky day. Really...one might think I would know better by now!! There's always more to it than just that.
I didn't even mind seeing the clover clamps come out or even having them attached to my nipples. Well, that is until He attached them to rope...
...then dropped the rope over the top bar of the tower...
...then tied the rope to the middle of the spreader bar.
As Daddy positioned the Hitachi so that it was humming directly on my clit, He must have seen the look of panic on my face and calmly reassured me He had no intentions of pulling on the rope at all.
He flicked off the bedroom light, lit a couple of candles, and with that evil (but oh so adorable look) in His eye, He walked over and gently slid the chair out from under my legs.
With my legs suspended in mid-air, it all became so very clear.
No...He wasn't going to do anything to my nipples. I WAS!!
Standing back with His arms folded, He watched me struggle to hold my position, desperate not to lower my legs, desperate not to pull on my nipples. After a few minutes, my stomach and legs muscles started to burn and my whole body trembled. I was so thankful when He kindly offered a reprieve. All I had to do was ask for a rest. But trying to prove that I could hold out, I waited a couple more minutes and then asked for Him to put the chair back.
What I didn't realize was that there was a consequence for granting my request. It only took a few smacks to the underside of my feet with the crop and I was bucking wildly, begging for Him to stop, willing to risk torturing my own nipples.
He was all too glad to remove the chair at my request, but again, I could only hold my position so long. This pattern repeated a couple more times, until He finally told me that if I wanted it all to stop, I only needed to cum for Him. Unfortunately, at this point, I was so over-stimulated, the Hitachi had become just a mere distraction.
Knowing that I would need more, I begged for Him to use a dildo on me, which is exactly the added humiliation He had hoped for. Stuffing it first in my mouth to get it wet, He then worked slowly inside me and then sped up the pace. It didn't take but a couple of minutes before I had not only one but two really intense orgasms. I had no idea how hard I was pulling against my nipples, and didn't care until the final ripples of my pleasure had subsided. Then, the aching and cramping I felt all over my body was almost more than I could stand.
Returning the chair back under my feet, He began the slow process of untying me. Before letting me up, He pushing the dildo back in my mouth, insisting that I lick it clean and then told me to go lay in the bed and rest.
I laid there and couldn't help but admire the deep mark left where the rope had held me firmly in place. Snuggling over on my side, I watched as He meticulously put everything away. My body was hurting and exhausted but my mind was completely at peace.
What a way to start the day!!
Wednesday, April 30, 2014
Easy...Unitl It's Not (part 2)
As I stood there, with the tears drying on my face, in a see thru pink tube top with slits He had cut horizontally in the fabric to expose more of my cleavage (nearly exposing my nipples as well), skin tight shorts, and heels, He looked at me and said, That is it! Perfect!
That was the outfit I would wear to the car wash.
I looked at myself in the mirror and begged Him to reconsider. I might have even casually mentioned something about going to jail.
He did agree that maybe it was exposing too much and suggested that He might find a different top.
Get undressed and get in the bed.
I asked if I could put my robe on first and take the dogs out for the night. He followed me outside and stood with me. He offered a choice, or compromise so to speak. Who knows...He may have been planning that all along. ugggg...mind games!
He would allow me to go to the car wash in something more appropriate...if I told Him a story while stroking Him with my hands AND the story had to be "good enough". If it wasn't, I would be wearing the original outfit.
Why was He pushing so many of my limits in one night?!
I won't say that I hate telling stories as much as public humiliation but I certainly don't like having to come up with them. Who knows why telling stories is so difficult for me. Maybe it's a bit of shyness or fear that He will find my story is uninspiring. I'll be the first to admit, I my brain is much more analytical and somewhat lacks in the imagination department.
I mean how many different ways can you be kidnapped and used over and over again by multiple people?
But that's the scenario that turns Him on, so I stick with it.
We started with me lying close to the edge of the bed, on my back. He was standing up beside me so that I had full access to stroke His cock. At first, I had trouble deciding on the setting of the story, but with a little direction from Him, I was able to get started.
Even though He wasn't using me in the way I had hoped, He did have a new little twist for our story telling time. He was using the Magic Wand on me and I certainly didn't mind that! It was a little distracting though. As my kidnapper was cutting my shirt off and pulling my nipples, Master could tell I was getting worked up so He gave me permission to cum and I actually enjoyed a rather intense orgasm.
Unfortunately, for Him, right after I got mine, we were interrupted by a little one knocking on the door. It was close to 2 am before we got her back to sleep but I finally had a chance to finish my story for Him. Judging by the large load He deposited in my mouth, the story was "good enough".
Yay me!! He actually complimented several parts of my story :o
So, even though it wasn't really the evening I had hoped for, it made me feel better to hear Him admit later that it wasn't really the evening He had planned. We certainly made up for it the next morning, but that's another post!
That was the outfit I would wear to the car wash.
I looked at myself in the mirror and begged Him to reconsider. I might have even casually mentioned something about going to jail.
He did agree that maybe it was exposing too much and suggested that He might find a different top.
Get undressed and get in the bed.
I asked if I could put my robe on first and take the dogs out for the night. He followed me outside and stood with me. He offered a choice, or compromise so to speak. Who knows...He may have been planning that all along. ugggg...mind games!
He would allow me to go to the car wash in something more appropriate...if I told Him a story while stroking Him with my hands AND the story had to be "good enough". If it wasn't, I would be wearing the original outfit.
Why was He pushing so many of my limits in one night?!
I won't say that I hate telling stories as much as public humiliation but I certainly don't like having to come up with them. Who knows why telling stories is so difficult for me. Maybe it's a bit of shyness or fear that He will find my story is uninspiring. I'll be the first to admit, I my brain is much more analytical and somewhat lacks in the imagination department.
I mean how many different ways can you be kidnapped and used over and over again by multiple people?
But that's the scenario that turns Him on, so I stick with it.
We started with me lying close to the edge of the bed, on my back. He was standing up beside me so that I had full access to stroke His cock. At first, I had trouble deciding on the setting of the story, but with a little direction from Him, I was able to get started.
Even though He wasn't using me in the way I had hoped, He did have a new little twist for our story telling time. He was using the Magic Wand on me and I certainly didn't mind that! It was a little distracting though. As my kidnapper was cutting my shirt off and pulling my nipples, Master could tell I was getting worked up so He gave me permission to cum and I actually enjoyed a rather intense orgasm.
Unfortunately, for Him, right after I got mine, we were interrupted by a little one knocking on the door. It was close to 2 am before we got her back to sleep but I finally had a chance to finish my story for Him. Judging by the large load He deposited in my mouth, the story was "good enough".
Yay me!! He actually complimented several parts of my story :o
So, even though it wasn't really the evening I had hoped for, it made me feel better to hear Him admit later that it wasn't really the evening He had planned. We certainly made up for it the next morning, but that's another post!
Thursday, April 10, 2014
Filled Holes
Every day this week, you will insert and wear a butt plug in your ass on the way to work. When you get to work, you will stay in the car and make yourself cum before going in the building.
Every day this week, you will also insert and wear a dildo in your pussy on the way home from work. When you get home, you will stay in the car and make yourself cum before going in the house.
You will also make yourself cum every time you leave and come back to the house.
Do you understand? Repeat the instructions back to me.
This was Master's assignment for me last week. Ever try to get yourself moving first thing in the morning, fight with getting a butt plug inserted, go sit in traffic (quite uncomfortably I might add), and actually make yourself feel like getting off all before 7:30?
Not an easy task I assure you but somehow the job got done. Arousal was pretty hard to come by but as soon as I reminded myself, you are doing this for His pleasure, I began to feel the stirring of excitement.
OK...so there was also a bit of a thrill in doing something so naught in a semi-public place. Of course, no one could see me but they were dangerously close.
Each day came and went with very little mention of it other than an occasional...Did you take care of your assignment today?
I did find myself pretty thankful to see the end of Friday though, which marked the end of my assignment. With a sore bottom and an exhausted body, I really didn't care if I had another orgasm for just a little while. You know it's bad when you start an internal debate in your head over whether you really need to leave the house again or could that errand just wait till the weekend!
Thursday, March 6, 2014
Round 2 of Answers: Banned Implements, Swallowing, and Blogging
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Saturday, March 1, 2014
Swallow: For a Better Night of Sleep
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Saturday, January 4, 2014
Cold Fries and Cum: The Prelude
Thank you to one of my readers for requesting that I complete this story! I never actually got back to writing what happened BEFORE the Cold Fries and Cum. I meant to...had started it and deleted it several times. Unfortunately, this was during my writing dry spell where I just had a problem finding the words for anything. So here goes another try.
It was one of those rare late afternoons when we had the house all to ourselves. Master was on the bed watching a football game. Don't remember which one but I snuggled up to Him subtly suggesting a little action. I wasn't quite prepared for His response and was a bit disappointed at first.
He insisted that I strip and lay there playing with myself while He watched the game.
You are going to cum as many times as possible and you may not stop until I say so.
Being an object of someone's attention is usually quite hot, but I was not necessarily the object of His attention as much as I was merely a side show. Being extremely horny though, I wasn't objecting (not that I could anyways).
Have you ever tried to enjoy yourself when someone isn't paying attention...and the game is blaring in the background? I found out it wasn't as easy as it seemed but luckily, with the help of my never fail Magic Wand, I finally succumbed to several rockin' orgasms. I would have been completely satisfied at this point, but the look on His face said you are no where near done.
Get the clothespins and put them on your nipples.
Adding just that little extra stimulus and pain along with the vibrator brought about another couple of orgasms pretty quickly.
Now take one of the clothespins off as you cum. Then the next time you get ready to cum again, put it back on. Then do the same thing for the other nipple.
Wow...four more ouchie orgasms! But really...the coordination it takes to put a clothespin on your nipple during an orgasm is a little baffling
Take the clothespin off and go get something to put in your ass and pussy.
I hopped off the bed and fumbled around in our toy cabinet until I found the right dildo and a plug. The plug I got was too small so He sent me back to the closet for a larger one. Laying back on the bed, I inserted the plug and the dildo and went back to vibrating. My body was already so exhausted and screaming to stop but I kept going as He wished, pressing my ass into the bed to make sure the plug stayed in. Oh....I could even rock back and forth to feel it move just slightly in and out.
With my left hand, I worked the dildo in and out of my pussy and with the right, I continued to vibrate. The change in stimulus and the feeling of being so completely full was making me absolutely crazy easily led to several more orgasms.
During this time, I had been vaguely aware that Master was up and moving around the bedroom He went to the closet and brought out both of the fuck machines. He also pulled the restraints from underneath the bed. As He assembled the fuck machines, I continued and the orgasms were now almost rolling from one into another. I think this was the first time I had ever been pushed past that wall. You know the one when you are so sensitive that you can't bear anything else touching you and you can't even think about getting off. Now it was so sensitive that it was actually getting easier!
I was beginning to lose count when Master took the vibrator from my hands and mounted it onto a stand. Carefully, He placed the head of the wand on my overly swollen clit and began strapping my legs spread eagle on the bed. Just the act of being tied down caused my body to shudder uncontrollably under the vibrator again and again. Each orgasm now seemed to be forcibly escaping my body and the guttural sounds coming from me, I didn't even recognize as my own.
My wrists are now cuffed and secured to bed above my head, and the plug still firmly embedded in my ass. With my legs spread wide, He began to move the fuck machine into place so that it was now filling my pussy with each long stroke of the machine. The second fuck machine was placed on the bed to the right side of my body with the arm extending towards my face. He mounted a rather large dildo to the end and instructed me to roll my head over and take it in my mouth. He turned it on, making sure that each stroke was going far enough into my mouth that it would touch the back of my throat but not quite enough to choke me.
And with that, He announced that He was going to make Himself some dinner. He closed and locked the door on His way out.
Are you shitting me?! He just left me here! The humiliation of it ALL!!
My stomach was growling, my body was tired, and I would have done anything to get up off my back. As I laid there being pumped from both ends, it really bothered me that I had no idea how long He would be gone.
Had He done this before I had 20 or so orgasms, it probably would have been much more enjoyable.
But eventually, my body couldn't deny the rhythmic strokes in my mouth and pussy. The dildo in my mouth muffled any screams that were trying to escape as I came yet again...and then again even though my body had nothing left to give.
I heard the lock in the door and Master returned with some food...thankfully. Or at least so I thought! And well, you know the rest of the story:)
It was one of those rare late afternoons when we had the house all to ourselves. Master was on the bed watching a football game. Don't remember which one but I snuggled up to Him subtly suggesting a little action. I wasn't quite prepared for His response and was a bit disappointed at first.
He insisted that I strip and lay there playing with myself while He watched the game.
You are going to cum as many times as possible and you may not stop until I say so.
Being an object of someone's attention is usually quite hot, but I was not necessarily the object of His attention as much as I was merely a side show. Being extremely horny though, I wasn't objecting (not that I could anyways).
Have you ever tried to enjoy yourself when someone isn't paying attention...and the game is blaring in the background? I found out it wasn't as easy as it seemed but luckily, with the help of my never fail Magic Wand, I finally succumbed to several rockin' orgasms. I would have been completely satisfied at this point, but the look on His face said you are no where near done.
Get the clothespins and put them on your nipples.
Adding just that little extra stimulus and pain along with the vibrator brought about another couple of orgasms pretty quickly.
Now take one of the clothespins off as you cum. Then the next time you get ready to cum again, put it back on. Then do the same thing for the other nipple.
Wow...four more ouchie orgasms! But really...the coordination it takes to put a clothespin on your nipple during an orgasm is a little baffling
Take the clothespin off and go get something to put in your ass and pussy.
I hopped off the bed and fumbled around in our toy cabinet until I found the right dildo and a plug. The plug I got was too small so He sent me back to the closet for a larger one. Laying back on the bed, I inserted the plug and the dildo and went back to vibrating. My body was already so exhausted and screaming to stop but I kept going as He wished, pressing my ass into the bed to make sure the plug stayed in. Oh....I could even rock back and forth to feel it move just slightly in and out.
With my left hand, I worked the dildo in and out of my pussy and with the right, I continued to vibrate. The change in stimulus and the feeling of being so completely full was making me absolutely crazy easily led to several more orgasms.
During this time, I had been vaguely aware that Master was up and moving around the bedroom He went to the closet and brought out both of the fuck machines. He also pulled the restraints from underneath the bed. As He assembled the fuck machines, I continued and the orgasms were now almost rolling from one into another. I think this was the first time I had ever been pushed past that wall. You know the one when you are so sensitive that you can't bear anything else touching you and you can't even think about getting off. Now it was so sensitive that it was actually getting easier!
I was beginning to lose count when Master took the vibrator from my hands and mounted it onto a stand. Carefully, He placed the head of the wand on my overly swollen clit and began strapping my legs spread eagle on the bed. Just the act of being tied down caused my body to shudder uncontrollably under the vibrator again and again. Each orgasm now seemed to be forcibly escaping my body and the guttural sounds coming from me, I didn't even recognize as my own.
My wrists are now cuffed and secured to bed above my head, and the plug still firmly embedded in my ass. With my legs spread wide, He began to move the fuck machine into place so that it was now filling my pussy with each long stroke of the machine. The second fuck machine was placed on the bed to the right side of my body with the arm extending towards my face. He mounted a rather large dildo to the end and instructed me to roll my head over and take it in my mouth. He turned it on, making sure that each stroke was going far enough into my mouth that it would touch the back of my throat but not quite enough to choke me.
And with that, He announced that He was going to make Himself some dinner. He closed and locked the door on His way out.
Are you shitting me?! He just left me here! The humiliation of it ALL!!
My stomach was growling, my body was tired, and I would have done anything to get up off my back. As I laid there being pumped from both ends, it really bothered me that I had no idea how long He would be gone.
Had He done this before I had 20 or so orgasms, it probably would have been much more enjoyable.
But eventually, my body couldn't deny the rhythmic strokes in my mouth and pussy. The dildo in my mouth muffled any screams that were trying to escape as I came yet again...and then again even though my body had nothing left to give.
I heard the lock in the door and Master returned with some food...thankfully. Or at least so I thought! And well, you know the rest of the story:)
Friday, December 27, 2013
Getting Back To It...A Little Early
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Friday, December 6, 2013
Cold Fries and Cum
The key unlocking the bedroom door meant He had come back and I was so grateful when I heard the sound of the plate being laid on the dresser.
As He removed each of the dildos filling all three of my holes, He asked how many times, whore?
I think 24, Sir. I might have lost count.
My arms and legs were now free and finally after 2 hours on my back, I tried to stand on my wobbly legs. Stumbling to the dresser, I eagerly looked upon my plate.
Wings...fries...and an empty dipping cup. Oh god! I am so hungry!!
Never mind that there was no ketchup in the dipping cup. I was too famished to really pay that trivial little detail any mind. I simply dipped my fry in the ketchup/mayo mixture on Master's plate.
Oh...maybe I shouldn't have done that!
No! I don't think that's your sauce.
What?
The look of shock and horror on my face had to be comical. All I wanted to do was continue shoving my face with food but the look on His face told me I better stop.
Now it all began to make sense. Picking up my plate and staring into that empty dipping cup, I understood all too well.
I was going to be dipping my fries alright but I wouldn't be using any condiment out of our fridge.
A slave should be thankful and never let any go to waste!
But with my food? Really?
I knelt at His feet, His cock hard and throbbing right in front of me. While gently stroking His balls with one hand and holding my plate in the other, I patiently waited for Him to deposit His load in my dipping cup. The whole time, I couldn't make up my mind if this was hot or humiliating.
Let's just say...
1 starving slave + cold fries + cold cum = fries all gone!
Sunday, November 10, 2013
Monday, October 28, 2013
50 Dollars
This is what I get for being amused at reading His Slut's post, Letter from His Slut's Mind.
Yes...we have all talked about how our pussy is a snitch and she tells on us all the time for enjoying things that we should otherwise should be hating Well, my pussy must have heard me laughing and agreeing with His Slut and decided to exact her revenge, getting us both in trouble in the process.
If you have read through enough of my posts, you know one of my rules is that I have to ask for permission to cum, which Master may accept or deny at His discretion. Not only that, but He also tends to ration out my orgasms like MREs during the coming (haha...no pun intended) Zombie Apocalypse.
Of course last week I was being punished for forgetting in the heat of the moment to ask permission altogether, the most dreadful of offenses! I certainly wasn't going to make that mistake again on Friday night when He had me splayed on the bed in my garters and fishnet hose pleasuring me with His mouth and teasing me with His fingers, which is my total weakness by the way.
Only this time, when I asked permission (TWICE I might add), silence...no answer!
OH SHIT! Too late now, she said.
OK...I will accept the responsibility for maybe waiting one millisecond too long to ask but I swear I desperately tried to stop her. There was absolutely no fighting the finger trick though. Deciding to have her own fun and disobey her Master, she had just committed the second deadliest of sins and knew exactly how much trouble she was going to get me in.
For this she is a C-U-N-T! Oh...I hate that word but in my opinion she doesn't even deserve to be called a pussy right now.
Thanks to her I get no more orgasms until I collect 50 dollars.
How are you going to collect 50 dollars?...you might ask
Well, the answer to that is...I will earn 5 dollars from Master for each blowjob I give Him. Not only that, each one is to be initiated with the following statement:
Master, I am a cheap whore and my price is 5 dollars.
Yep...she's a C-U-N-T alright, and with only 15 dollars in my purse at the moment, she has a lot of damn nerve to tell me she is horny! We are in for a long week a-head (pun intended!).
Yes...we have all talked about how our pussy is a snitch and she tells on us all the time for enjoying things that we should otherwise should be hating Well, my pussy must have heard me laughing and agreeing with His Slut and decided to exact her revenge, getting us both in trouble in the process.
If you have read through enough of my posts, you know one of my rules is that I have to ask for permission to cum, which Master may accept or deny at His discretion. Not only that, but He also tends to ration out my orgasms like MREs during the coming (haha...no pun intended) Zombie Apocalypse.
Of course last week I was being punished for forgetting in the heat of the moment to ask permission altogether, the most dreadful of offenses! I certainly wasn't going to make that mistake again on Friday night when He had me splayed on the bed in my garters and fishnet hose pleasuring me with His mouth and teasing me with His fingers, which is my total weakness by the way.
Only this time, when I asked permission (TWICE I might add), silence...no answer!
OH SHIT! Too late now, she said.
OK...I will accept the responsibility for maybe waiting one millisecond too long to ask but I swear I desperately tried to stop her. There was absolutely no fighting the finger trick though. Deciding to have her own fun and disobey her Master, she had just committed the second deadliest of sins and knew exactly how much trouble she was going to get me in.
For this she is a C-U-N-T! Oh...I hate that word but in my opinion she doesn't even deserve to be called a pussy right now.
Thanks to her I get no more orgasms until I collect 50 dollars.
How are you going to collect 50 dollars?...you might ask
Well, the answer to that is...I will earn 5 dollars from Master for each blowjob I give Him. Not only that, each one is to be initiated with the following statement:
Master, I am a cheap whore and my price is 5 dollars.
Yep...she's a C-U-N-T alright, and with only 15 dollars in my purse at the moment, she has a lot of damn nerve to tell me she is horny! We are in for a long week a-head (pun intended!).
Sunday, October 27, 2013
Reclaimed
After my mouth was well used by our visitor, Master and I were finally left alone in the hotel room and thoughts immediately began to bombard my mind.
Oh god...was He upset?
Had I done everything He expected?
Had I done too much...not enough?
I could barely look at Him at first, for fear that I would see hurt or disappointment on His face. We talked for several minutes while He walked around the room putting away all of the toys. It was obvious that He had some of His own thoughts and emotions to process. He admitted to me in a later conversation that this experience pushed His boundaries as much as it did mine and while He was prepared for me to enjoy it, He was caught a little of guard by how receptive I became in the heat of the moment.
With all the toys finally put away, He walked over to me sitting on the edge of bed and held my chin so that my eyes met His.
You did everything I asked. You have nothing to feel bad about or to worry about.
He undressed and laid down on the bed, inviting me to join Him. I couldn't wait to devour every inch of Him, taste Him, have Him in my mouth and inside of me.
Since this experience was a first for both us, I don't know if it's a natural part of the process but this overwhelming feeling came over me. I wanted (no...NEEDED) Him to make me His again.
As I knelt on the bed between His legs, He began the process of reclaiming what was His. After worshiping His cock for a while, He demanded to know if I enjoyed having two dicks in my mouth in the same day, His voice stern and cold. I could only moan and nod my head, yes.
Several minutes later when He began fucking me, I couldn't help but notice His eyes were as hard and cold as His voice. He started calling me a "worthless whore" and insisted that I lie there with my mouth gaping open while mocked me for how slutty it was. The more He degraded me, the wetter and hotter my pussy got.
You know you still aren't allowed to cum. Tell me why!
Because I am being punished for cumming without permission, Sir.
Thinking to myself, how after all this can He still deny me? I wanted to be mad at what He was saying but I couldn't.
He must have felt and been by pleased my inner resignation and acceptance because He stopped and propped Himself up above me, our bodies still one. His eyes and voice now softer.
You know there is NOTHING that you could ever do to make me stop loving you...
You are mine and you will always be mine...
I want to feel you cum...you have most certainly earned your it!
These words set me on fire and almost immediately, all of the excitement of the day released as my orgasm washed over me in wave after wave.
No matter what, my heart, body, and soul will always belong to Him.
.
Wednesday, October 23, 2013
The Note
After meeting for lunch, He slips a note into her hand with a hotel key inside as she gets into her car. She quickly unfolds this new set of instructions as she watches Him walk away. The queasy feeling in her stomach intensifies as she reads:
YOU NEED TO HURRY TO GET ALL OF THIS DONE. YOU HAVE 15-17 MINUTES. Go to the hotel and go to room 214. It is on the first floor. Let yourself in and you will see the clothes you are supposed to wear (plus your boots). Jump in the shower first and bring yourself close to orgasm, but vocally remind yourself of why you are on orgasm restriction. DO NOT CUM! Take a quick warm shower and make sure that you have cleaned your dripping pussy. Towel off...no lint on your pussy. Make sure you go to the bathroom, since you may not get many breaks, but don't leave a single piece of tissue on your slutty pussy. Put on the shirt and shorts and boots. Place all of the items that you are required to have in your purse on the long table. Once you are done with that, facing the wall, place your left knee in the seat of the sofa and your right leg over the side so you are straddling the arm. Rub your pussy back and forth on the arm of the sofa, while you wait for me to arrive. DON'T YOU DARE CUM! Do not move once you are in position. I will take complete control of your body once I arrive. You have no choice but to do as I say. You will have control over nothing, so you are free to enjoy.
She quickly drives to the hotel reading the note again on the way trying to see if she can gather any clue as to what's in store for her. Opening the door to room 214, she sees all that He has been preparing this morning. Scanning the room quickly, she makes note of the fuck machine, the massage table, and an entire table full of implements. She grins at the sight of her favorite toy, the violet wand!
With no time to waste, she undresses and rushes to the shower. For three days now, she has been required to masturbate multiple times daily, but is forbidden to cum because of her transgression last week...cumming during sex without asking permission. Fondling her already swollen clit in the shower and nearing orgasm, she stops and says out loud as she has all week, "I am not allowed to cum without permission".
After finishing her quick shower, she goes to bathroom and slips into the itty bitty hot pink shorts, cut off wife beater, and black high heeled boots He left neatly on the massage table. Straddling the arm of the couch...waiting...her heart feels like it's going to thump right out of her chest.
She hears the click of the door and her breath catches...
YOU NEED TO HURRY TO GET ALL OF THIS DONE. YOU HAVE 15-17 MINUTES. Go to the hotel and go to room 214. It is on the first floor. Let yourself in and you will see the clothes you are supposed to wear (plus your boots). Jump in the shower first and bring yourself close to orgasm, but vocally remind yourself of why you are on orgasm restriction. DO NOT CUM! Take a quick warm shower and make sure that you have cleaned your dripping pussy. Towel off...no lint on your pussy. Make sure you go to the bathroom, since you may not get many breaks, but don't leave a single piece of tissue on your slutty pussy. Put on the shirt and shorts and boots. Place all of the items that you are required to have in your purse on the long table. Once you are done with that, facing the wall, place your left knee in the seat of the sofa and your right leg over the side so you are straddling the arm. Rub your pussy back and forth on the arm of the sofa, while you wait for me to arrive. DON'T YOU DARE CUM! Do not move once you are in position. I will take complete control of your body once I arrive. You have no choice but to do as I say. You will have control over nothing, so you are free to enjoy.
She quickly drives to the hotel reading the note again on the way trying to see if she can gather any clue as to what's in store for her. Opening the door to room 214, she sees all that He has been preparing this morning. Scanning the room quickly, she makes note of the fuck machine, the massage table, and an entire table full of implements. She grins at the sight of her favorite toy, the violet wand!
With no time to waste, she undresses and rushes to the shower. For three days now, she has been required to masturbate multiple times daily, but is forbidden to cum because of her transgression last week...cumming during sex without asking permission. Fondling her already swollen clit in the shower and nearing orgasm, she stops and says out loud as she has all week, "I am not allowed to cum without permission".
After finishing her quick shower, she goes to bathroom and slips into the itty bitty hot pink shorts, cut off wife beater, and black high heeled boots He left neatly on the massage table. Straddling the arm of the couch...waiting...her heart feels like it's going to thump right out of her chest.
She hears the click of the door and her breath catches...
Sunday, October 6, 2013
Golden Swallow Award
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| provided by the Cock Worshipping Society's list of awards and badges |
In honor of reaching 100 loads of cum swallowed since April 1, 2013, I hereby grant myself the prestigious "Golden Swallow" Award!!
To track my progress, feel free to check out my Sex Slave Statistics (S.S.S)page.
Sunday, September 15, 2013
Friday, August 30, 2013
Sir...Please Don't Make Me Cum Again!!
Who would even consider saying this? Apparently, that would be me! One would think as much as I am built up into a sexual frenzy and denied orgasm for days on end, I would be all too happy to enjoy orgasms as long as they are free for the taking, but frankly I find that too much of a good thing can be just as frustrating.
Over and over again the last few days, I have been tasked to masturbate to orgasm. The first day was seven, the next day was nine. Thankfully, so far today has only been two but the day is not over!
I am not always easy to orgasm and am definitely not one of those types of women that can cum and then cum again right away. Mine are really powerful and then I have to give it a rest for a few minutes or it gets extremely over-sensitive.
On Wednesday, when He first gave me my assignment, I thought...oh this isn't too bad. I hadn't had much in the way of sex or orgasms lately so I was happy that my constant state of horniness was finally going to be cured!!
I get to work and sneak away at the times Master designated with my vibrator and take care of my naughty business in bathroom stall, hoping that the humming stayed within the walls of the bathroom but not entirely caring either. Ahhhh...finally some relief as I blissfully vibrate myself to orgasm four times before the end of the work day.
The fucking machine and Hitachi helped me along with the next few later on that night when Master could enjoy watching me pleasure myself. Barely able to think coherently for a good portion of the day, I collapsed in bed late that night completely exhausted but sated. I did fall short of Master's goal by one, but He wasn't too upset because He knew how hard I tried.
The next morning, I got to work and sent Master my usual "good morning" email when the unexpected reply came in, "I expect 2 before lunch". I just stared at the computer for a moment thinking "Oh God, not again today!"
Now each time I sneak away, I am pretty convinced that people in my office either know what I am up to or they think I have one hell of a bad stomach with as much time as I am spending in the bathroom. With the help of my overworked vibrator and a couple of fingers, I manage the first two in the morning only to be told to do two more after lunch. Geez...this was like pulling teeth, but thankfully, some pretty wild girl on girl fantasies did the trick.
With the biggest fattest twat imaginable, I could barely feel a thing anymore but that didn't stop Him from ordering another as soon as I got home from work. I will admit, I was pretty darn thankful to just not be doing it in the bathroom stall again. As I walked into my bedroom, I saw the wooden spoon, from the kitchen, sitting on the bathroom counter, apparently left from a previous spanking. "Hmmm" I think to myself, "maybe a little more stimulation is what I need to get my motor going again". Some light tapping on my clit, along with the Hitachi, did wonders in no time and was the quickest one all day!!
Only four more to go that night, which Master requested to watch as He worked out. This called for all the artillery...Hitachi, bullet vibrator, butt plug, dildo, wooden spoon. It was no easy task but nine completed by the end of the day! Now I know why the phrase "cum your brains out"...because I certainly didn't have a thought in my head for almost two whole days.
Before going to bed last night, I very nicely asked, "Please, Master, please can I have a break tomorrow".
Sure", He said. "Just one in the morning and you can have a break the rest of the day". What He failed to mention was that only meant I could have a break during the workday! Since I am now at two for today, I realize my work here is not done.
Over and over again the last few days, I have been tasked to masturbate to orgasm. The first day was seven, the next day was nine. Thankfully, so far today has only been two but the day is not over!
I am not always easy to orgasm and am definitely not one of those types of women that can cum and then cum again right away. Mine are really powerful and then I have to give it a rest for a few minutes or it gets extremely over-sensitive.
On Wednesday, when He first gave me my assignment, I thought...oh this isn't too bad. I hadn't had much in the way of sex or orgasms lately so I was happy that my constant state of horniness was finally going to be cured!!
I get to work and sneak away at the times Master designated with my vibrator and take care of my naughty business in bathroom stall, hoping that the humming stayed within the walls of the bathroom but not entirely caring either. Ahhhh...finally some relief as I blissfully vibrate myself to orgasm four times before the end of the work day.
The fucking machine and Hitachi helped me along with the next few later on that night when Master could enjoy watching me pleasure myself. Barely able to think coherently for a good portion of the day, I collapsed in bed late that night completely exhausted but sated. I did fall short of Master's goal by one, but He wasn't too upset because He knew how hard I tried.
The next morning, I got to work and sent Master my usual "good morning" email when the unexpected reply came in, "I expect 2 before lunch". I just stared at the computer for a moment thinking "Oh God, not again today!"
Now each time I sneak away, I am pretty convinced that people in my office either know what I am up to or they think I have one hell of a bad stomach with as much time as I am spending in the bathroom. With the help of my overworked vibrator and a couple of fingers, I manage the first two in the morning only to be told to do two more after lunch. Geez...this was like pulling teeth, but thankfully, some pretty wild girl on girl fantasies did the trick.
With the biggest fattest twat imaginable, I could barely feel a thing anymore but that didn't stop Him from ordering another as soon as I got home from work. I will admit, I was pretty darn thankful to just not be doing it in the bathroom stall again. As I walked into my bedroom, I saw the wooden spoon, from the kitchen, sitting on the bathroom counter, apparently left from a previous spanking. "Hmmm" I think to myself, "maybe a little more stimulation is what I need to get my motor going again". Some light tapping on my clit, along with the Hitachi, did wonders in no time and was the quickest one all day!!
Only four more to go that night, which Master requested to watch as He worked out. This called for all the artillery...Hitachi, bullet vibrator, butt plug, dildo, wooden spoon. It was no easy task but nine completed by the end of the day! Now I know why the phrase "cum your brains out"...because I certainly didn't have a thought in my head for almost two whole days.
Before going to bed last night, I very nicely asked, "Please, Master, please can I have a break tomorrow".
Sure", He said. "Just one in the morning and you can have a break the rest of the day". What He failed to mention was that only meant I could have a break during the workday! Since I am now at two for today, I realize my work here is not done.
Thursday, July 18, 2013
This Slave ALWAYS Needs More Cum
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| Yep...I do that!! |
Master knows how much I love to swallow each and every load of precious juice that comes from Him. Somehow, I never realized before now how much I was committed to pleasing His cock with my mouth until I starting keeping track in my Sex Slave Statistics, and not much thought had been put into anything about the come itself. I know the amount and consistency changes, as does the taste, but never bothered to take the time to figure out why.
My slutty greedy need for more of his come in my mouth, started a conversation between us because He wants to make sure that He can fill my mouth with as much as possible at any given time. So, I spent some time researching "how a man's load of cum can be increased" and was amazed at what I didn't know. I mean, a lot of it is common sense but we are both excited to try some of the suggestions I found.
Let's start with overall health. Plenty of exercise and rest is always key to keeping the body healthy but it will definitely improve sex drive and the body's ability to create more of that creamy liquid I crave. Also, it is recommended to abstain from sex or masturbation for 2-3 days to maximize the regeneration of sperm. WTF! I don't know about you but this really isn't always an option now is it?
A little interesting fact: A man will reach his full load potential in 2-3 days. If he doesn't shoot off after about three days, his sweet man juice will start hitching a ride out of his body through the urine...haha...a built in pressure release valve! But Master's come would be going to waste and that just won't do.
I love learning new things!
Now, for those interested in sweetening up the taste, try cutting back on the beer (makes cum bitter) and eat more cranberries, pineapple, and papaya.
There are plenty of other nutritional tricks that will help with increasing a man's load size and also the speed at which it is replenished.
* Limit alcohol and caffeinated drinks as these tend to dehydrate. Semen is made up of 98% water so drink LOTS and LOTS of water.
* Eat a low fat, high protein and high fiber diet with plenty of vegetables, beans, wheat germ, whole grains, and oatmeal.
* We have all heard that oysters are aphrodisiacs. Apparently, not only do they increase libido but you guessed it...a healthy serving will increase load size. And believe it or not, supposedly celery does the same thing.
* Amino acids are the "building blocks" of protein so eat legumes such as chick peas, baked beans, lentils and peanuts.
* Fruits, particularly melons and berries, provide necessary fructose. Also, melons contain plenty of much needed water.
* Zinc seems to be a very important nutrient in cum production. It can be taken in supplement form but can easily be incorporated into a healthy diet by choosing the right foods. Below is a top 10 list of foods rich in zinc. Hmmm....I think you will find #1 very interesting!
1) Oysters - Steamed Wild Eastern
2) Toasted Wheat Germ
3) Veal Liver
4) Roast Beef - low fat shoulder, shank, chuck
5) Roasted Pumpkin and Squash Seeds
6) Dried Watermelon Seeds
7) Dark Chocolate
8) Lamb
9) Peanuts
10) Crab
It's a good thing I am not trying to increase my load size, because the only thing I would be eating on this list would be beef, chocolate, and peanuts:)
We eat fairly healthy but I think I will be adding some things to our grocery list. It can't hurt to try!
Feel free to comment with other suggestions.
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