Showing posts with label cock worship. Show all posts
Showing posts with label cock worship. Show all posts
Thursday, April 2, 2015
Crawling Back to You
The quick little beach get away was wonderful. It's so relaxing putting your feet in the sand and looking out over a beautiful sea of emerald green waves, but my favorite is just walking on the beach. I'm not a get-in-the-water kind of person though, especially this time of year...just too darn cold. But I do love to be there. It's just soothing to the soul.
But yesterday, it was time to come home and Heron and I were definitely ready. We had plenty of good times and great food and of course the kids wanted to stay longer. But after several days of being with them 24/7, we were ready to resume some normalcy.
With everyone worn out, the ride home was extremely quiet. The kids plugged into their music and we just enjoyed the peace. Heron did make a point of reminding me that now He is feeling better, I do have a punishment awaiting for the missed chores several weeks back and a few other miscellaneous things. So, I mulled over that for a while. I don't quite know when or what to expect it but I assume it will be before the weekend is over. The waiting in and of itself is quite painful in my opinion.
We got home pretty close to bed time so we unloaded the car, spent some time playing with the dogs who are always super excited that we have returned. Finally, we were alone and He was already lying down waiting when I climbed in on my side of the bed.
There was no doubt He expected to use my mouth so without a moment's hesitation, I crawled across the bed to His side and eagerly took my place between His legs, worshipping and sucking until He found His release.
I love traveling but there is nothing like returning to your own home, your own bed, and all that is familiar.
Saturday, January 31, 2015
Righting The World
Daddy almost immediately noticed the drink I made myself sitting on the table when He arrived home from work. He commented that I must be feeling better.
I stood nervously waiting for Him to say something about my hair. Earlier in the day, on a whim, I ran into the hair salon for a quick trim. I had just colored my hair, noticed how unhealthy the ends looked, and happened to have a minute while out running some errands. It wasn't until I got home, that the panic set in.
How could I have forgotten to ask permission?
Hoping to minimize the damage, I called Him at work, admitted that I had probably just screwed up, and tried to explain that it had only been a slight trim to get the dead ends off, not a drastic change in length or style.
He would decide for Himself once He got home.
As it turned out, He didn't even notice until I reminded Him. He said it was fine, hardly a noticeable change as He disappeared upstairs to the office. Whew!
Even though I have been sick and we have been far from strict protocol, that's no excuse for forgetting such a simple rule so I appreciate His leniency this time, but it was a good reminder in how easy it can be to lose focus on the little things.
Later in the evening, He was still in the office becoming more and more frustrated with all the work He had to do, I suggested that maybe He call it a night and offered to relieve His stress. Thankfully, after over a week and half of being sent to bed to get my rest, He stood up and commented that it was a good idea.
He thought it best that I still not over-exert myself but did allow me to spend some time worshipping His cock. Oh, how I had missed everything about that.
The feel of Him growing hard beneath the touch of my lips.
The slight moan that escapes His lips when I run my tongue over the sweetest of spots.
The satisfaction in knowing that I was finally able to bring Him pleasure in the way the He likes it most.
Honestly, I can't remember the last time I've gone that long without Him using and filling my mouth.
It was nice for all to become right with the world again.
I stood nervously waiting for Him to say something about my hair. Earlier in the day, on a whim, I ran into the hair salon for a quick trim. I had just colored my hair, noticed how unhealthy the ends looked, and happened to have a minute while out running some errands. It wasn't until I got home, that the panic set in.
How could I have forgotten to ask permission?
Hoping to minimize the damage, I called Him at work, admitted that I had probably just screwed up, and tried to explain that it had only been a slight trim to get the dead ends off, not a drastic change in length or style.
He would decide for Himself once He got home.
As it turned out, He didn't even notice until I reminded Him. He said it was fine, hardly a noticeable change as He disappeared upstairs to the office. Whew!
Even though I have been sick and we have been far from strict protocol, that's no excuse for forgetting such a simple rule so I appreciate His leniency this time, but it was a good reminder in how easy it can be to lose focus on the little things.
Later in the evening, He was still in the office becoming more and more frustrated with all the work He had to do, I suggested that maybe He call it a night and offered to relieve His stress. Thankfully, after over a week and half of being sent to bed to get my rest, He stood up and commented that it was a good idea.
He thought it best that I still not over-exert myself but did allow me to spend some time worshipping His cock. Oh, how I had missed everything about that.
The feel of Him growing hard beneath the touch of my lips.
The slight moan that escapes His lips when I run my tongue over the sweetest of spots.
The satisfaction in knowing that I was finally able to bring Him pleasure in the way the He likes it most.
Honestly, I can't remember the last time I've gone that long without Him using and filling my mouth.
It was nice for all to become right with the world again.
Saturday, January 3, 2015
Resistance is Futile
The first week of my restriction was spent with Daddy tormenting me or making me torment myself. It was close to the holidays so if you missed that post, you can read about it here or if you happen to remember, I was only allowed a couple of inches of a particular dildo and at one point, I was given the same amount of His cock. An additional caveat to this was under no circumstances was my clit to be touched, not even accidentally while using the dildo. Sheesh!! He's demanding isn't He?
Of course, my mouth stayed full of cock on a nightly basis and for the the first week, I stayed on an incredible edge, every minute of the day all I could think about the throbbing and the constant pool of wetness between my legs.
Somewhere during that second week, well, the edge just faded away. He continued using my mouth almost nightly but it's the same thing that tends to happen whenever my arousal is abandoned for too long. My body decides it's not getting any, so it just...shuts...down.. It's not like I am even angry or upset, not yet anyways. I think it's a way of coping and pushing my own desires aside so that I can remain focused on His needs and pleasure.
Then at some point (in this case it was around the end of the second week), sleep becomes more difficult, the stress of daily life builds up, and my resolve begins to crumble...I begin to crumble. Of course, the holidays were upon us as well which didn't help things either.
I try my best to hide the hurt when it starts creeping in, desperate not to let Him believe my submission is wavering. Retreating into myself, I get quiet until He forces it out of me. He knows what's wrong but makes me say it out loud anyways.
I can't help but wonder if you even want me anymore.
Of course He wants me. After all, He uses my mouth just about every night, doesn't He?
Being a wife and a slave are intertwined roles for me at this point, with the exception of this one area. As slave, I understand all of it. But as a wife, I struggle and the ache in my chest brings doubt. As we laid there and tears rolled down my cheeks, He snuggled with me and assured me of His desire to have me (all of me) and I will see just how much. I just had to continue waiting until the upcoming weekend. I beg Him not to make that type of promise because it always seems that things never work out for one reason or another. But He holds fast to His promise and in the back of my mind, I know better than to get my hopes up.
Well, it WAS the weekend before Christmas after all. There was a party to attend and one to host, food to cook, a house to clean, and while I worked on most of that, He had plenty of school work to keep Him busy. Through no real fault of His own, our time together didn't happen. There wasn't even time for any of my expected nightly cock worship. I tried once again to hide how crushed I was, particularly when He didn't say anything about our missed time together.
Monday night came and He climbed into bed giving me the signal to take my usual place of worship between His legs. As wrong as it was, I had already assumed and peacefully resigned myself to only servicing Him in the same way I had so many nights before.
Surprisingly, He told me to get my pants off and lay on my back, words that would normally make me get quite giddy. I wanted to be excited, really I did. But as He climbed on top and pressed inside of me, I couldn't find a way out of the hole I was in to give myself to Him completely. All the hurt and frustration was bubbling up to the surface and I was stuck in a terrible place...in my head. He could feel my resistance but didn't stop. He tried twisting and pulling my nipples. He grabbed my throat pinning me to the bed. He wrapped His fist in my hair, pulling my head back and ordered me to cum around His cock. Normally, any or all of these things drive me wild and send me over the edge, but it wasn't working this time. Nothing was working because I wasn't letting it work. I might as well have been behind the Great Wall of China.
We talked alot afterwards. He interpreted my actions (or lack of reaction to Him) as resentment. I tried to explain that it was simply hurt. Hurt that He hadn't acknowledged His broken promise over the weekend, and hurt that after weeks of not having Him, He seemed so cold. We went round and round until there was really nothing left to say. But my words left Him in a quandary.
Does He alter His actions, possibly allowing me to perceive that I have some level of control?
Or does He continue on in the manner that pleases Him and I adjust my expectations, if need be?
It was wise that He chose the latter because as luck would have it, He took me again a couple nights later...in the exact same way. And apparently, once the air had been cleared and I actually communicated all the crap floating in my head, I was just fine. This time when He gave the order to cum around His cock, my body responded to Him the way it should.
But just like I have a tendency to do, I hold on to things far too long, fearing that voicing the types of thoughts I have is somehow contrary to being truly submissive.
One of these days, maybe I will learn...but probably not.
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Saturday, May 24, 2014
The Test
He warned me, but I can't say I was completely prepared for all He had planned Monday. It all began while I was at work with instructions via text message.
Daddy: Are you wearing a skirt of pants?
Me: Jeans
Daddy: Are you wearing panties and bra?
Me: Yes...Sir
With Daddy's permission, this was one rule that had temporarily been put on hold.
Daddy: Remove them. I'll need pics to verify.
I head off to the bathroom and did as He asked, sent the pictures and got back to my desk just in time for my phone to vibrate with another text message. Why on earth would I have thought that taking picture with my clothes on would suffice as proof? Duh...so I head back to the bathroom slightly irritated and wondering if the girl sitting at the front desk thinks I am crazy for going right back to the bathroom.
He was satisfied with the new set of pictures and asked if I had time to meet for lunch. We sat in my office eating lunch together, but it was unusually quiet between us, not really in a bad way but just in a we are back to business sort of way. Just before He left, I was given another set of instructions.
This assignment would require the use of some items that are to be in my purse at all times. Thankfully, they were actually all there! Geez...would have hated to see what would have happened if not.
At 2:00, I was to apply capsaicin cream to each of my nipples, clamp each with a clothespin, and bring myself just to the edge of pleasure. I was to do the same at 3:00 and 4:00, minus the application of capsaicin. Each time I finished, He was to be notified. Also, I was to have my school girl outfit ready when He got home. Not on...just ready.
My afternoon assignment was completed without a hitch...but oh, my poor boobies. They have not suffered much lately but they sure got a workout that afternoon. So did the bathroom for that matter. Again, I wondered if anyone noticed just how frequently I was disappearing, ready and armed with "my stomach is really bothering me today!" excuse.
As soon as I got home, I went ahead and laid out my outfit. Didn't want to risk forgetting and adding punishment to His list today.
There was a bit of worry though about what He did actually have planned. Turns out...my worry was pretty well founded. After dinner, He walked upstairs and calling my attention to follow Him. I was to put on my outfit and meet Him in the office.
I quickly changed and when I walked in, I could see the flicker of approval in His eyes but He simply asked me to sit in the chair across from Him desk. He paced around, asking me a couple of questions that I can barely remember but it had to do with what school girls do to learn. I fumbled around guessing at answers until He said, "They take tests" as He laid a packet of papers in front of me.
WHAT is this I thought?
I was expecting some sort of bend over the desk and get spanked treatment or something. But a test??
Oh did it all makes sense though when I leafed through the papers. I didn't count the pages but there were at least 6-8 of them. Page after page, question after question about my rules, contract, names of positions, basically anything and everything He had taught me thus far about being His slave.
Oh...that's not the worst of it though. Then He produced the Hitachi, some rope, and a dildo. So while sitting on the dido, with the Hitachi tied to my waist and planted firmly against my clit, I had one hour to complete the test.
WITHOUT PERMISSION TO RELEASE!!!
I can't even begin to tell you how difficult it was to sit across the desk from Him and actually concentrate on my answers, plus I hate to admit, but my knowledge in some respects had grown somewhat fuzzy.
The first 5 minutes were certainly the hardest, especially after being kept on the edge all afternoon. It certainly had not escaped His notice how swollen with need I already was when He tied the Hitachi on me and turned it on high speed.
Words and thought.. simply impossible. And each time I could feel the orgasm building, this burning sensation spread up my neck and I would break out in a sweat trying so hard to hold the waves back. He chuckled as I resorted to fanning myself with the packet of papers. Quite literally, I thought my eyes might pop out of my head from the building pressure.
Really, I was so close to crying and yelling about the unfairness of it all but I didn't dare. Eventually, numbness to the vibrating started to take over, allowing me to focus a little more on answering questions. After about 30 minutes, He noticed that I was getting a bit raw and thankfully decided to remove the vibrator. We sat in the quiet as I continued the next 30 minutes.
Once the hour was complete, He instructed me to stop, go get undressed, and wait for Him in the bedroom while He looked over the test. He came into the room, with test in hand, shaking His head and said while I hadn't done terribly, I hadn't done well either. In His estimation, my grade was somewhere in the C range, which seemed fair. That's about what I was expecting. Some of the questions, I had drawn a complete blank and some of the essay type questions didn't even get answered because I simply ran out of time.
I already wrote about what happened next in my previous post, Daddy's Girl.
At this point, He could tell I was starting to crash. The physical and mental exhaustion were settling in so we took a break and sat together drinking coffee.
Afterwards, the rest of the evening was filled with plenty of cock worship and despite how eagerly I stroked and licked and sucked, the night ended with my desperate swollen pussy riding Him and being used only for His own release.
Yep...pretty much back to reality as I know it.
Daddy: Are you wearing a skirt of pants?Me: Jeans
Daddy: Are you wearing panties and bra?
Me: Yes...Sir
With Daddy's permission, this was one rule that had temporarily been put on hold.
Daddy: Remove them. I'll need pics to verify.
I head off to the bathroom and did as He asked, sent the pictures and got back to my desk just in time for my phone to vibrate with another text message. Why on earth would I have thought that taking picture with my clothes on would suffice as proof? Duh...so I head back to the bathroom slightly irritated and wondering if the girl sitting at the front desk thinks I am crazy for going right back to the bathroom.
He was satisfied with the new set of pictures and asked if I had time to meet for lunch. We sat in my office eating lunch together, but it was unusually quiet between us, not really in a bad way but just in a we are back to business sort of way. Just before He left, I was given another set of instructions.
This assignment would require the use of some items that are to be in my purse at all times. Thankfully, they were actually all there! Geez...would have hated to see what would have happened if not.
At 2:00, I was to apply capsaicin cream to each of my nipples, clamp each with a clothespin, and bring myself just to the edge of pleasure. I was to do the same at 3:00 and 4:00, minus the application of capsaicin. Each time I finished, He was to be notified. Also, I was to have my school girl outfit ready when He got home. Not on...just ready.
My afternoon assignment was completed without a hitch...but oh, my poor boobies. They have not suffered much lately but they sure got a workout that afternoon. So did the bathroom for that matter. Again, I wondered if anyone noticed just how frequently I was disappearing, ready and armed with "my stomach is really bothering me today!" excuse.
As soon as I got home, I went ahead and laid out my outfit. Didn't want to risk forgetting and adding punishment to His list today.
There was a bit of worry though about what He did actually have planned. Turns out...my worry was pretty well founded. After dinner, He walked upstairs and calling my attention to follow Him. I was to put on my outfit and meet Him in the office.
I quickly changed and when I walked in, I could see the flicker of approval in His eyes but He simply asked me to sit in the chair across from Him desk. He paced around, asking me a couple of questions that I can barely remember but it had to do with what school girls do to learn. I fumbled around guessing at answers until He said, "They take tests" as He laid a packet of papers in front of me.
WHAT is this I thought?
I was expecting some sort of bend over the desk and get spanked treatment or something. But a test??
Oh did it all makes sense though when I leafed through the papers. I didn't count the pages but there were at least 6-8 of them. Page after page, question after question about my rules, contract, names of positions, basically anything and everything He had taught me thus far about being His slave.
Oh...that's not the worst of it though. Then He produced the Hitachi, some rope, and a dildo. So while sitting on the dido, with the Hitachi tied to my waist and planted firmly against my clit, I had one hour to complete the test.
WITHOUT PERMISSION TO RELEASE!!!
I can't even begin to tell you how difficult it was to sit across the desk from Him and actually concentrate on my answers, plus I hate to admit, but my knowledge in some respects had grown somewhat fuzzy.
The first 5 minutes were certainly the hardest, especially after being kept on the edge all afternoon. It certainly had not escaped His notice how swollen with need I already was when He tied the Hitachi on me and turned it on high speed.
Words and thought.. simply impossible. And each time I could feel the orgasm building, this burning sensation spread up my neck and I would break out in a sweat trying so hard to hold the waves back. He chuckled as I resorted to fanning myself with the packet of papers. Quite literally, I thought my eyes might pop out of my head from the building pressure.
Really, I was so close to crying and yelling about the unfairness of it all but I didn't dare. Eventually, numbness to the vibrating started to take over, allowing me to focus a little more on answering questions. After about 30 minutes, He noticed that I was getting a bit raw and thankfully decided to remove the vibrator. We sat in the quiet as I continued the next 30 minutes.
Once the hour was complete, He instructed me to stop, go get undressed, and wait for Him in the bedroom while He looked over the test. He came into the room, with test in hand, shaking His head and said while I hadn't done terribly, I hadn't done well either. In His estimation, my grade was somewhere in the C range, which seemed fair. That's about what I was expecting. Some of the questions, I had drawn a complete blank and some of the essay type questions didn't even get answered because I simply ran out of time.
I already wrote about what happened next in my previous post, Daddy's Girl.
At this point, He could tell I was starting to crash. The physical and mental exhaustion were settling in so we took a break and sat together drinking coffee.
Afterwards, the rest of the evening was filled with plenty of cock worship and despite how eagerly I stroked and licked and sucked, the night ended with my desperate swollen pussy riding Him and being used only for His own release.
Yep...pretty much back to reality as I know it.
Wednesday, May 7, 2014
Outstanding Business
Snuggled up in bed, His slave lies nestled against His shoulder. Both of them are left exhausted by the demands of the weekend and disappointed by the lack of time left for each other. Master had intended and needed to use her use Her but debated with Himself as He needed sleep as well.
She takes the initiative to begin stroking Him, ever so softly, completely infatuated by the feel of His smooth skin which quickly grows tight over His cock. Her nails lightly graze His length until she can no longer resist feeling that smoothness brush against her lips while drinking in His intoxicating, manly scent.
He turns her on her back and claims what is already His.
Whispering firmly in her ear, He admits that the demands on His time have been great and that there are certain "things" that have been neglected.
You do understand there is a matter of outstanding business that needs to be tended to...
Her mind races, attempting to tally up all her infractions recently or ways in which she might have displeased Him.
You do understand there will be much more cock worshipping...
More training...
More maintenance...
She knows He has been fairly undemanding of her lately and the tone of His voice fills her with a bit of fear.
But for tonight, she basks in His gentleness.
She takes the initiative to begin stroking Him, ever so softly, completely infatuated by the feel of His smooth skin which quickly grows tight over His cock. Her nails lightly graze His length until she can no longer resist feeling that smoothness brush against her lips while drinking in His intoxicating, manly scent.
He turns her on her back and claims what is already His.
Whispering firmly in her ear, He admits that the demands on His time have been great and that there are certain "things" that have been neglected.
You do understand there is a matter of outstanding business that needs to be tended to...
Her mind races, attempting to tally up all her infractions recently or ways in which she might have displeased Him.
You do understand there will be much more cock worshipping...
More training...
More maintenance...
She knows He has been fairly undemanding of her lately and the tone of His voice fills her with a bit of fear.
But for tonight, she basks in His gentleness.
Wednesday, February 12, 2014
Sunday, December 29, 2013
Gotten Soft
Let me start by saying that I am so excited to be making my first post from my very own new laptop. No more waiting on the computer to be available or having to hide away in the office. I can now sit right here on the couch and type away! Thank you, Master, for such an awesome Christmas present. I think this greatly helps in my motivation to write.
So back to the reason for my post. It's been a long while since having my ass spanked, much less a good frying.
But apparently, Master read my last post and felt I was maybe overdue for one. I did say that I missed them but He wasn't really supposed to hear that.
Friday night, He walked out of my daughter's room with a handful of hangers and I knew I might have just overlooked getting those out of her closet. Every weekend, I am to collect all the hangers from each closet and bring them to the laundry room so they are there when needed and not sitting empty and taking up space in the closets.
Damn....how could I have forgotten those!? Was He looking for a reason to punish me?
Get to the basement!
As scared as I was to see what He was going to do, I couldn't wipe the stupid grin of my face as He followed me to the basement.
Really...why could I not stop smiling? I knew I was about to get into trouble.
Get your pants down!
I tried to talk my way out of it but it wasn't working.
Get your pants down NOW!
I pulled my pants down exposing my bare bottom and braced myself for what was to come as I heard the shuffle of the coat hangers as He picked the one He wanted.
He walked up behind me, instructed me to spread my legs, and delivered the first blow. It was a cross between stingy and thuddy and left me cringing waiting on the next one. There were 5 and then He stopped and walked back into the laundry room. I pulled my pants back up rubbing my sore bottom.
Did I tell you to pull your pants up?
Oh...geez (pulling them back down quickly)
This time, put your hands behind your head.
Five more swats and Damn, I don't remember it hurting so bad!
After He finished, He leaned close in to my face.
So you missed them, huh? By the way, I read your blog today. But next time, I won't use the plastic coat hanger.
Is that supposed to be a threat?
Now let me just say, I am pretty sure I didn't mean for that to come out of my mouth, but oh yes...it did! I was really serious though. That damn coat hanger hurt so bad, I wasn't sure if He was trying to say be thankful you got that one or if He was somehow not happy with it is a spanking implement.
Nevertheless, I quickly realized my mistake when He returned with the wire coat hanger and delivered one very deliberate heavy swat that made me jump around like someone had just set fire to me. Ok, plastic really isn't so bad!
One thing I realized is without regular spankings, it's amazing how soft one can become. I know my ass used to be able to take so much more than that. And I was just a wee bit out of shape for the hour long cock worshipping/sucking that followed said spanking.
So back to the reason for my post. It's been a long while since having my ass spanked, much less a good frying.
But apparently, Master read my last post and felt I was maybe overdue for one. I did say that I missed them but He wasn't really supposed to hear that.
Friday night, He walked out of my daughter's room with a handful of hangers and I knew I might have just overlooked getting those out of her closet. Every weekend, I am to collect all the hangers from each closet and bring them to the laundry room so they are there when needed and not sitting empty and taking up space in the closets.
Damn....how could I have forgotten those!? Was He looking for a reason to punish me?
Get to the basement!
As scared as I was to see what He was going to do, I couldn't wipe the stupid grin of my face as He followed me to the basement.
Really...why could I not stop smiling? I knew I was about to get into trouble.
Get your pants down!
I tried to talk my way out of it but it wasn't working.
Get your pants down NOW!
I pulled my pants down exposing my bare bottom and braced myself for what was to come as I heard the shuffle of the coat hangers as He picked the one He wanted.
He walked up behind me, instructed me to spread my legs, and delivered the first blow. It was a cross between stingy and thuddy and left me cringing waiting on the next one. There were 5 and then He stopped and walked back into the laundry room. I pulled my pants back up rubbing my sore bottom.
Did I tell you to pull your pants up?
Oh...geez (pulling them back down quickly)
This time, put your hands behind your head.
Five more swats and Damn, I don't remember it hurting so bad!
After He finished, He leaned close in to my face.
So you missed them, huh? By the way, I read your blog today. But next time, I won't use the plastic coat hanger.
Is that supposed to be a threat?
Now let me just say, I am pretty sure I didn't mean for that to come out of my mouth, but oh yes...it did! I was really serious though. That damn coat hanger hurt so bad, I wasn't sure if He was trying to say be thankful you got that one or if He was somehow not happy with it is a spanking implement.
Nevertheless, I quickly realized my mistake when He returned with the wire coat hanger and delivered one very deliberate heavy swat that made me jump around like someone had just set fire to me. Ok, plastic really isn't so bad!
One thing I realized is without regular spankings, it's amazing how soft one can become. I know my ass used to be able to take so much more than that. And I was just a wee bit out of shape for the hour long cock worshipping/sucking that followed said spanking.
Friday, December 27, 2013
Getting Back To It...A Little Early
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Sunday, November 17, 2013
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.
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Monday, September 23, 2013
Sunday, September 15, 2013
Thursday, May 23, 2013
Contracts, Rules, and Slave Training...Is it Necessary
I have done quite a bit of reading on a certain kinky social networking site and can certainly appreciate that everyone has a different perspective and methods for achieving success in their D/s dynamic.
Are contracts, rules, and formalized training really necessary? Some people say yes, some say no, and some are very adamant in their feelings one way or the other. Myself...I wholeheartedly believe that having these as part of our life has been one of the keys to our success so far. Everyone learns differently. I just happen to be a very analytical person that needs to see and have all the details laid out in front of me. This is what works for me and my relationship and is in no way to imply that one side is right or wrong.
Contracts and Rules
I actually was really surprised to see how serious this was to Him. He drafted a document, presented it to me, and gave me a week to decide if I was in or not. Looking over it, I was a bit in shock. Apparently, I had very little knowledge of what submitting in a 24/7 dynamic really meant. This document would serve to redefine our relationship, expectations of each other, and our actions moving forward. The part that scared me the most was that it was binding for a year, unless of course my Master chose to end it.
Are contracts, rules, and formalized training really necessary? Some people say yes, some say no, and some are very adamant in their feelings one way or the other. Myself...I wholeheartedly believe that having these as part of our life has been one of the keys to our success so far. Everyone learns differently. I just happen to be a very analytical person that needs to see and have all the details laid out in front of me. This is what works for me and my relationship and is in no way to imply that one side is right or wrong.
Contracts and Rules
After telling my Master I wanted to submit to Him, He did quite a bit of research and proposed a contract. Initially, I thought this was very silly. It's not like we were strangers...why did we need a piece of paper to guide us? Me...being the impatient person I tend to be, was anxious and just wanted to get started with the spankings already! But I humored Him anyways.
I actually was really surprised to see how serious this was to Him. He drafted a document, presented it to me, and gave me a week to decide if I was in or not. Looking over it, I was a bit in shock. Apparently, I had very little knowledge of what submitting in a 24/7 dynamic really meant. This document would serve to redefine our relationship, expectations of each other, and our actions moving forward. The part that scared me the most was that it was binding for a year, unless of course my Master chose to end it.
Some of the items included within our contract are:
- Purpose and Duration
- Submissive and Master Affirmations, Commitments, and Roles
- Rules of Privacy and Discretion
- Rules of Conduct (Public, Private, and at Work)
- Limits and Needs of the Submissive
- Signatures
There are also 3 appendices:
- GeneralRules- conduct, chores (household and sexual), and personal appearance
- Punishable offenses and types of punishments that can be used
- Positions (liste with detailed descriptions) I am required to know
*Note about rules: we started with just a few and it grew from there over time
Believe me, I read long and hard and took my time deciding before putting pen to paper and signing myself to Him. I started to see how living this 24/7 was going to be a huge responsibility for both Master and slave and would not be something that we should enter into lightly.
Now looking back, this was probably one of the most important preliminary steps we took. I can never say that I didn't know what I was in for but most importantly, it served as my compass at times when I felt I was losing my way or wanted to give up. Even though it isn't legally binding, I had signed this document, with my heart, and I didn't want to fail in my commitment to Him. Taking it one day at a time, almost a year has passed since our signing. Are there ups and downs? Of course, but I am amazed how far I have come. I am looking forward to our upcoming contract renewal and have no doubt that we are on the right course!!
Slave Training
Some of the
components Master has included in my training:
-Position
training-practicing and perfecting each
-Pain Conditioning and
overall body conditioning/endurance
-Sexual
Training-prolonged sexual sessions, multiple penetrations, etc
-Orgasm Control and
Denial
-Cock worship training
-Humiliation training
Not only is training
meant to teach me exactly how to please Him, but it is also a preparation for
me before venturing out into a more public arena. I want to ensure that my
actions make Him proud at all times.Saturday, May 11, 2013
The Not So Gentle Reminder...I am His
Last night began so tender and gentle without any intentions of sex or play. We were both tired and it was nice just to lay in the bed and snuggle up next my Master's side. I was enjoying the gentle caress of His fingers tracing lines up and down my back. However, it wasn't long before He said, "You need to be stroking me". I eagerly began worshipping His cock with the same gentleness. Using the shaft and head of His dick to trace the side of my face, feeling it twitch if I blew on it ever so softly, and hearing Him softly moan each time I put Him in my mouth was driving me wild. All the while, He was still gently stroking my body. Ever so slightly touching each of my breasts and tracing around my nipples, down my side, and sending shock waves not just to my pussy but to my core.
How silly it was of me to be fooled by such gentless but I did enjoy it while it lasted.
He then asked if I had brought my switch to bed, which of course I did because this is one of my new rules. Each night I must have it available should He choose to use it and this was the first night He asked for it. Nervously, I reached down under the mattress and handed it to Him. He instructed me to move to His right side, continue sucking His cock with my feet pointed towards the head of the bed and lay my body out flat. The taps began on my ass, light at first and gradually getting harder. I can't be sure but I am pretty sure there was a pattern...about 25 quick and light swats, and then 25 more intentional, harder blows. I found sub space easily for a while by just bobbing up and down in unison with the switch but as the strikes became more painful, I worked through it by deep throating. I was corrected quickly for flinching or whining and the last thing I wanted was to disappoint. So the harder He hit, the harder I deep throated. In all, I have no idea how many swats my ass took but I know it was several hundred.
When my Master was satisfied with His work, He ordered me to get on my back and as usual, regardless of the pain, I was wet and ready for Him. He could tell I was uncomfortable and trying not to rub against the bed very much so He ordered me to move my ass and push hard into the mattress, as He plunged deeper inside of me. As our bodies moved together, and He began to softly kiss me, the pain disappeared and I became lost in my thoughts.
"I willingly submit my body and soul to Him"...
"He owns every part of me"...
"I am His"...
These thoughts sent me over the edge as I asked permission for my orgasm and He softly commanded "Yes, come for Me, baby".
Admittedly, I am not only proud of my marks but I am proud of how well I tolerated the pain. I am still a bit swollen, very sore, and will probably be wearing the bruises for a while, but they are my reminder...I am His:)
How silly it was of me to be fooled by such gentless but I did enjoy it while it lasted.
He then asked if I had brought my switch to bed, which of course I did because this is one of my new rules. Each night I must have it available should He choose to use it and this was the first night He asked for it. Nervously, I reached down under the mattress and handed it to Him. He instructed me to move to His right side, continue sucking His cock with my feet pointed towards the head of the bed and lay my body out flat. The taps began on my ass, light at first and gradually getting harder. I can't be sure but I am pretty sure there was a pattern...about 25 quick and light swats, and then 25 more intentional, harder blows. I found sub space easily for a while by just bobbing up and down in unison with the switch but as the strikes became more painful, I worked through it by deep throating. I was corrected quickly for flinching or whining and the last thing I wanted was to disappoint. So the harder He hit, the harder I deep throated. In all, I have no idea how many swats my ass took but I know it was several hundred.
When my Master was satisfied with His work, He ordered me to get on my back and as usual, regardless of the pain, I was wet and ready for Him. He could tell I was uncomfortable and trying not to rub against the bed very much so He ordered me to move my ass and push hard into the mattress, as He plunged deeper inside of me. As our bodies moved together, and He began to softly kiss me, the pain disappeared and I became lost in my thoughts.
"I willingly submit my body and soul to Him"...
"He owns every part of me"...
"I am His"...
These thoughts sent me over the edge as I asked permission for my orgasm and He softly commanded "Yes, come for Me, baby".
Admittedly, I am not only proud of my marks but I am proud of how well I tolerated the pain. I am still a bit swollen, very sore, and will probably be wearing the bruises for a while, but they are my reminder...I am His:)
Monday, April 15, 2013
Promises Made for an Orgasm
This was my birthday weekend and a busy one indeed. If you read my last post "Frustration Through Orgasm Denial", you should know that I was on orgasm restriction all last week. I had been tormented and brought to the edge constantly. Thankfully, Master finally allowed me what I so needed and wanted yesterday before I hurt anyone too badly...LOL!
However, Master pointed out that it was not because I had earned it. You see, I had missed Master's Saturday and Sunday morning blowjobs (refer to My Rules page). It was because I didn't want to do it. Life just kept getting in the way all weekend. I knew being busy was not an excuse and I didn't even try to argue like I might have in the past.
I had so been looking forward to finally being fucked and releasing my pent up frustrations but this wasn't going to happen so easily. To make up for my missed tasks, Master wouldn't fuck me until I convinced Him how badly I needed to come. I was to lay out exactly what I would do this week in exchange for an orgasm...and it had to be GOOD! He lay there quite a while letting me worship His cock while I threw out just about every humiliating thing I could think of to do to myself. Every idea was met with "OK" but He wanted more. I knew that one of the things He will soon have me do is to find a lonely man in a bar, let him buy me a drink, and then repay him with a blowjob. Just the idea of this stirs a bit of anxiety in me, but I went ahead and begged for it...and so many other things. By the time He was satisfied with my offerings, I thought to myself, "WOW...this is a really expensive orgasm!". But I knew better than to say anything or risk being on restriction for at least a week longer.
In the end, Master wanted to see just how far I was willing to go. Since He plans for this week to be physically challenging enough, I will be fulfilling all my promises but not all in this week. However, I will be sucking cock tonight and tomorrow night to make up for the two I missed but will do so gladly:)
However, Master pointed out that it was not because I had earned it. You see, I had missed Master's Saturday and Sunday morning blowjobs (refer to My Rules page). It was because I didn't want to do it. Life just kept getting in the way all weekend. I knew being busy was not an excuse and I didn't even try to argue like I might have in the past.
I had so been looking forward to finally being fucked and releasing my pent up frustrations but this wasn't going to happen so easily. To make up for my missed tasks, Master wouldn't fuck me until I convinced Him how badly I needed to come. I was to lay out exactly what I would do this week in exchange for an orgasm...and it had to be GOOD! He lay there quite a while letting me worship His cock while I threw out just about every humiliating thing I could think of to do to myself. Every idea was met with "OK" but He wanted more. I knew that one of the things He will soon have me do is to find a lonely man in a bar, let him buy me a drink, and then repay him with a blowjob. Just the idea of this stirs a bit of anxiety in me, but I went ahead and begged for it...and so many other things. By the time He was satisfied with my offerings, I thought to myself, "WOW...this is a really expensive orgasm!". But I knew better than to say anything or risk being on restriction for at least a week longer.
In the end, Master wanted to see just how far I was willing to go. Since He plans for this week to be physically challenging enough, I will be fulfilling all my promises but not all in this week. However, I will be sucking cock tonight and tomorrow night to make up for the two I missed but will do so gladly:)
Friday, April 12, 2013
Frustration through Orgasm Denial
This has not been a week of physical trials, no spankings or pain so to speak, but it has certainly been a test of my mental strength. After receiving what was my worst spanking yet on Sunday, my Master instructed me to masturbate in front of him. Just as I was ready to orgasm and asked for His permission, He said "NO". Those are the words all of us subs probably hate to hear right at the moment of release. He leaned over me and asked in a whisper if I needed to come. My mind was searching for an answer but all I could come up with was "I can wait if it pleases you". Well, I assure you, I understand now, that was the wrong answer. He sat back and said "well, then you will wait until next Sunday".
Seriously?
That night and almost every night since He has used me in all sorts of ways. He has licked me to edge of orgasm several times, made me worship His cock almost every day, and used my mouth and pussy for His own pleasure. As if that hasn't been enough to keep me swollen, dripping with desire, and going out of my mind wanting to come, I have been required to masturbate myself to the edge of orgasm daily. And not just once or twice. The number of times I am to do it each day is the number of letters in that day. As soon as He gave me this assignment, in my head I immediately started counting the number of letters in Wednesday. What?...9 times!!
I didn't think I would be able to make it but it is Friday now and I am almost there. I have done my best to handle it with poise and grace. Something interesting I have noticed, with each day of masturbation, and my increased desperation, my visions and fantasies have grown more wicked and kinky...even wishing for pain. I am guessing that is part of the thought behind denial of orgasms. Not only is it important for your Master to control when and how you release, but you and your body become more willing to comply. In this frenzy, all you want is to release and will do almost anything to get it.
I will say this...next time Master asks me if I want to come, I will make sure to let him know how badly I need it.
Seriously?
That night and almost every night since He has used me in all sorts of ways. He has licked me to edge of orgasm several times, made me worship His cock almost every day, and used my mouth and pussy for His own pleasure. As if that hasn't been enough to keep me swollen, dripping with desire, and going out of my mind wanting to come, I have been required to masturbate myself to the edge of orgasm daily. And not just once or twice. The number of times I am to do it each day is the number of letters in that day. As soon as He gave me this assignment, in my head I immediately started counting the number of letters in Wednesday. What?...9 times!!
I didn't think I would be able to make it but it is Friday now and I am almost there. I have done my best to handle it with poise and grace. Something interesting I have noticed, with each day of masturbation, and my increased desperation, my visions and fantasies have grown more wicked and kinky...even wishing for pain. I am guessing that is part of the thought behind denial of orgasms. Not only is it important for your Master to control when and how you release, but you and your body become more willing to comply. In this frenzy, all you want is to release and will do almost anything to get it.
I will say this...next time Master asks me if I want to come, I will make sure to let him know how badly I need it.
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