Primed for the Night

Continued from Initiation of Cum Slut: this slave's account of being loaned for a weekend...

After returning from dinner, the slave prepared and served drinks.  She had learned very quickly how to properly present in this situation as the Mistress is very particular about protocol.  Kneeling with her arms outstretched and above her head, the Mistress accepted the drink from the slave's hands and then requested the large duffel bag of toys that had been packed and sent with the slave by her Master.  The Mistress seemed quite pleased as she opened the bag and looked over the assortment of goodies.  Settling on the 3 layer leather slapper, she instructed the slave to stand and bend over.   

There were several other men sitting close by, watching. Since she had already been punished in front them earlier, there wasn't much shock in being completely exposed and spanked in front of them now.  The first few swats stung only a little.  Then the Mistress told her to bend all the way over, touching her hands to the ground.  Still wearing the very high heels, this was a bit difficult but she managed by to touch her finger tips to the ground by bending her knees slightly.  Each swat to her ass was harder than the previous.  As the leather landed lower down where the skin was stretched tight across the back of her legs just under her cheeks, it took her breath away. She yelped and crumpled to the ground when one well placed slap caught her directly between the legs.  The tears instantly flowed.

She could barely get back into position when ordered to do so.  The Mistress had found her weakness that quickly.  Pussy spanking is almost unbearable for her.  After a moment, she resumed her position but braced herself for the next set.  With trembling legs, she was instructed to turn around, this time facing the Mistress. Again, the Mistress honed in on her weakness.  "You like having your nipples slapped, don't you?"

She answered truthfully, "No, Ma'am".  

She was instructed to put her arms behind her, arch her back to push her breasts out, and tilt her head back.  The Mistress stood to her right side and used the slapper, hitting each of her nipples over and over again.  Every time her body instinctively pulled forward to protect her breasts, the Mistress scolded her and demanded she pull her head back again to expose her breasts.  The Mistress began taunting her, demanding to hear swear words. 

The slave's mind was reeling at this point.  Not only is she typically forbidden from cursing, but she also knows that she can only process pain when she is quiet and stoic.  Almost unable to form words, she continued to endure the leather as long as she could.

The Mistress kept on until the tears turned to sobs and finally the flood gate of swear words broke free.  She was cursing, pleading, and begging for the Mistress to stop.  And upon hearing the words she wanted to hear, the blows ceased.. As the slave stood still crying and shaking, the Mistress began gently wiping the tears from her face and assuring her that her tears were wanted. 

After asking permission to use the restroom, she was alone for a minute trying to compose herself and thought how, again, this was a first for her. Accepting pain is simply an act of submission, and never before had anyone else, besides her Master, pushed her limits of pain tolerance.

The Mistress stopped her at some point a little while later when she was in the bedroom and acknowledged that she could be tough and demanding.  But even more important, she wanted the slave to know that at any point she needed a break, she need only say so as long as it was communicated between just them and not in front of anyone.  It was a sweet moment because despite how hard her limits were pushed, the slave understood that neither wanted to put their friendship in jeopardy.

It couldn't have been but a few minutes later, while she was kneeling on the patio, that the Mistress instructed her to move towards one of the men, the Mistress's boyfriend, and was ordered to take his cock in her mouth.  After a few minutes the Mistress stopped her and pointed to one of the other men, only this this time, she had to beg for his cock.  Her mind went blank.

It was one thing to beg for her Master's cock, but someone she barely knew, that was a different situation all together.  Lucky for her, he gave in pretty quickly, sparing her further embarrassment.  As she moved around to the third man, he would not be so easily persuaded.  She pleaded, letting the man know how bad she wanted it and was rewarded.  This experience had been, by far, the biggest challenge for her so far that night.

Each cock had only received a few minutes of attention before the Mistress stopped her.  She was still kneeling as the Mistress petted her and brought her face up close to her own, lips parted. 

"Do you want to kiss me?"

"Yes, Ma'am" the slave quickly answered.  Secretly, she had wondered what this moment would be like since the day they had met a couple years ago.

But the Mistress's response caught the slave off guard.  "Do you really expect me to kiss that mouth after it's been on all those cocks?".

The slave flushed.  Nothing like a little added dose of humiliation.

The slave offered to go brush her teeth and upon returning was finally allowed to kiss the Mistress.

The evening was growing late and there had been talk of going to the nightclub on the property. The Mistress changed into a short, tight black party dress.  Kneeling on the floor, the slave slid the heels onto the Mistress's feet.

The chosen outfit for the slave was something the Master had packed and is one of His favorite outfits. It is a merely a bunch of straps and nothing else. Each strap accentuating the slave's body...and her nakedness.    

actual outfit-photo previously taken by Heron

Still wearing her heels, tweezer clamps with bells adorned her nipples, and she was filled with a butt plug.

Before the group left, the Mistress explained the rules for the rest of the night.

-You will only refer to me only as Mistress
-You will only refer to yourself only as cum slut
-You will keep your eyes lowered and not speak unless I tell you otherwise
-You will walk one step behind me at all times.

With that, the pink leash was clasped to the ring at the neck of her outfit, and she was led out the door for what would surely be a night never forgotten...

Who Owns You?

I had just arrived home from shopping, picking up a few things for the little one to take one vacation. Heron, the man who owns my mind, body, and soul, had been waiting patiently for me to return.

Once the kids were settled, He locked the upstairs bedroom door and turned to me, telling me not to bother removing my clothes.  I looked sheepishly but left the tank top and skirt that tightly clung to my body.

Ushering me to the side of the bed, he stood behind me, kissing my neck and sliding the straps of the tank top down my arms, pushing it down enough to expose my tits.  He continued kissing along my neck while playing with my nipples, which quickly turned to pinching.

It caught me by surprise when his tenderness changed in a moment.  I found myself face down on the bed with my arms held behind me.  He tied my arms behind my back and then pulled me up pressing my back against his chest.  Kissing my neck again, he slipped the ball gag over my head.  My mind raced wondering what he would do to that would warrant the need for a gag.

He pushed my face back down into the bed, yanked up my skirt and slid my panties down.  With my feet still on the floor, he forced my legs to spread wider and slapped at my exposed pussy several times with a blue plastic ruler. It wasn't long before I felt the warmth of His hardness filling me from behind.  Every couple of strokes of his cock were accompanied by a few smacks on my ass with the very same ruler.

I was in pure bliss until he grabbed a fistful of my hair and brought me up to an upright position.  He continued moving in and out, but now his hand gripped my throat, while his other hand brought the ruler down across my tits  Now I knew why the gag was necessary.  I whimpered and cried out but he was relentless again and again, he pushed me face first in the bed, only to drag me up again to torture my nipples, sometimes using the ruler and sometimes using the thin whippy rubber flogger.    

Eventually, he pushed me all the way up on the bed.  On my back with my lower body hanging just off the side of the bed, arms still fixed behind my body rendering me completely helpless, he continued to thrust into me.  Standing over me, he alternated the flogger over my nipples.  Every time I wanted to cry out but the gag only muffled my sound.

He used the clothes that had now become bundled around my waist to gain better leverage, pulling me onto his cock harder and faster.

Yanking the gag down so that it hung around my neck, he asked, "Who owns you?".

"You do.", I whispered.

My answer is met with a sharp smack across the cheek.  It was just enough to get my attention and I quickly corrected myself.

"You do, Sir."

He acknowledged my answer with a "good girl" but also that my body had given something away.  He knew just how much I enjoyed being "man-handled" in this way.

The look in his eyes was so intense, primal even, as he pulled me up and close to him. With one hand supporting the back of my neck and the other around my throat, our eyes were fixed, connecting on a level that I can't quite put into words.

All I knows is that he owns me completely and nothing in this world could make me more happy.

Some Like it Hot

Punishment finally came last night. So today, we start with a clean slate.  Standing in the middle of the bedroom, with my pants down to my ankles, and my fingers laced together behind my head, He  delivered 5 quick, but stinging, strikes with the thin bamboo cane across my backside.  One swat for each minor infraction accumulated over the past several weeks.  It wasn't the harsh punishment I had been dreading by any means. 

Afterwards, He told me to pull my pants back up and decided we were going to make use of the warm temperatures and go for a late evening walk.  It was going to be a quick walk but one of the kids wanted milk so we decided to race the clock and see if we could make it to the grocery store before they closed.

What started out as a quick walk ended up being four miles round-trip and took nearly an hour.  With Heron's extended illness, my monthly visitor, and our recent trip, it had been over 3 weeks since He had used anything other than my mouth and by the time we got home and hopped in the shower, I had already begun resigning myself to being patient yet another day.  I figured after the oral services He received the previous night and again earlier yesterday morning, He might not be in the mood for any more physical activity, particularly after the walk.

Oh, but how wrong I was.  It's amazing how much more energy we have when work isn't stressing and draining us!!

Standing beside the bed, He slowly removed my clothes and pushed me back down onto the bed.  Tweaking each of my nipples, He added clothespins to each and began rubbing His hands all over my body, my flesh responding with chill bumps everywhere He touched.  Finally, brushing across my clit, He began massaging it first with His fingers and then with the soft, warmth of His tongue.  His right hand reached up and pinned me to the bed by my throat.   

I was a hot mess already and it wasn't long before I could feels the waves of my pleasure beginning to build but He abruptly stopped, asking if I had any wife-beater tank tops.  I couldn't for the life of me figure out why He would need one, but I pointed to my sock and underwear drawer.  He pulled one out and Had me stand so He could put it on me.  Then, He resumed working me with His tongue until I was close to the edge yet again.

And again stopped.  This time, He reached into the bedside drawer, pulling out the capsaicin cream.  Rolling the shirt up, He rubbed a finger-full of cream around each of my exposed nipples and then pulled the skin-tight shirt back down, massaging my nipples through the cloth.  The added friction instantly increased the intensity of the burn.  He picked the clothespins back up and carefully placed them on the very tips of my nipples through the outside of the shirt.  I couldn't tell which hurt worse, the burn or the pinch but I was squirming and yelping until He ordered me to be quiet and put my arms out spread-eagle.

Trying to relax and breath through it, I stilled myself while He pulled my lower body to the edge of the bed and pushed His already hard cock into the wetness between my legs.  All the sensations melded into nothing but pleasure at that point and there was only heat building everywhere in my body. He butterflied my legs in between us as He continued thrusting in and out while massaging my clit with His fingers.

The intensity of the orgasm that was building was mind-blowing and I grabbed a handful of the sheets, just as I asked permission to cum.  As soon as He granted permission, the explosion began rocking through my body.  I was nearly arching off the bed and my muscles clenched so hard...that I pushed Him right out of me!!

Bet you didn't see that one coming?! (haha...pun intended)

Well, neither did I!  My pussy continued contracting but with nothing there, I guess it's what you would call the female version of a ruined orgasm.  I could have just cried.  He couldn't even force Himself back in. It was sealed up like Fort Knox down there.  After waiting over 3 weeks, I couldn't believe it went so wrong at the last minute.

Thankfully, He was feeling generous and kept going allowing me long enough to build up to another, this time climbing on top of me so I couldn't push Him out.  It's pretty unusual that I am able to achieve two during sex, but I guess that's the beauty of having gone without for a while.  My body was no where near done and the second was just as intense, if not more so!  

By this point, I had almost forgotten about the cream on my nipples.  He had long since taken the clothespins off and the burn had somewhat subsided.  But He laid down on His back and told me to ride Him.  And while doing so, He wanted to watch me rubbing and pinching my nipples through the shirt, again activating the heat in the cream. Watching me bring discomfort to myself drove Him to His own release.

What a great night!  I'm so giddy today...



  

Wouldn't Change a Thing

Continued from By Candlelight...

After a lovely dessert, I stood in the middle of the bedroom, my ankles were bound tightly together and my wrists were secured behind my back.  The tower stood ominously over me as rope dangled down from either side of the bar up above my head.  Clover clamps bit down angrily on my nipples, as Heron tied one end of the rope to the chain dangling between my breasts.  The other end of the rope was then connected to a weight laid on the floor.

He continued hoisting and shortening the rope, drawing the clamps into an upside down V, until I had no choice but to stand on my tippy toes.  Cold sweat covered my body and even the slightest of movements brought fresh waves of pain through my nipples.

After standing and watching my near motionless struggle for a couple of minutes, He grabbed a magazine and took a seat several feet away.  Trying to remain focused on my breathing, the fire in my calves grew and soon burned greater than the fire in my nipples.  He seemed only mildly interested in the fact that my legs were beginning to shake and I was teetering in place.

Thinking that my body couldn't be pulled any more taunt that it already was, I watched as He set the magazine down and nonchalantly walked over and stood beside me.  First, He kicked at the weight pushing it several more inches away and then blinding white pain shot through me as He shortened the rope even more. Struggling to stand even higher on my toes, I know that I whimpered, and yelped, and begged for Him to stop.  Everything else got kind of fuzzy until the clamps came off and the astronomical pain brought me back to the here and now.

Now, tied spread eagle on the bed, the throbbing, aching pain still radiated through my nipples giving the feeling that were still clamped..  I was just glad to be lying down though.  The fatigue had really begun to set in, but I kept on, wanting to endure for Him.      

It had been so long since I had felt our bodies connect, I secretly hoped this was the point in the evening that He would finally take me. But instead, I felt the pinch of my labia being clamped and pulled open. Gasping as I laid completely open, there was an odd mix of excitement, embarrassment, and vulnerability in feeling so exposed.

But quickly, any inhibitions I had were driven away as He forced one orgasm after another from me for nearly an hour.  Eventually the clamps slid off my lips, but He continued working me with the Hitachi and dildo until I was too far gone to even realize I was saying "things".  Usually words do not escape my lips, even in fits of passion unless He is prompting some kind of response.  But that wasn't the case this time...or so I'm told.  Some things were merely unintelligible mumblings, while some things were quite clear.  Never hearing me lose myself in such a way, He thought it was about the hottest thing He'd ever experienced. 

Sore and completely spent, He simply held me and brought me back from whatever place I had been.  As I drifted off to sleep, I couldn't help but accept that while the night hadn't been at all what I thought it was going to be, it was still a great night!

Riding the Rope

The kinky play this weekend was plentiful, that's for sure.  Heron is obviously making up for lost time.  I don't know when I might finish this post, but right now, it's Sunday and my body feels like a battlefield.  In a good way of course.  And my mind, well it's blissfully quiet.

You can read about Friday's adventure in Pulled in All Directions.  Saturday, well, that's what I intend to try and describe in this post.  Maybe the next 2 or 3 posts actually.  And then, there's whatever He's planning for tonight.   

HOLY COW!! A girl can only handle so much:)

Nothing so far, has been so intense that I couldn't handle it. A bit painful at times but yesterday was long, like several scenes over several hours long.   So, I'm feeling it everywhere today.

The night started with Heron cooking a wonderful dinner.  He said it would be necessary to keep up my strength.  Buffalo steak, salad, and naan bread.  A perfectly meal, not too light and not too heavy.  I thought it odd that He wasn't eating though.  I asked a couple of times and He just told me not to worry, He would eat later. So I shrugged it off thinking that maybe He didn't want to be working His domly magic on a full stomach.

After my food had settled, He took me upstairs and I removed my clothes.  When I entered the bedroom, I saw the Power Tower in the center of the room with a chair underneath.  I was tied up just like the picture below.  Sometimes, He draws inspiration from photos and this photo just happened to be the inspiration for the first scene of the night.

Once I was all tied up, He hoisted the rope as tight as it would go between my legs.  I can't even begin to describe how uncomfortable the coarse rope was nestled deeply between my folds and up my backside.  Actually, nestled is too nice of a word...I think the more appropriate description would be that it was cutting my lower body in half!!

Picking up the leather strap, He walked over and stood in front of me with that big grin that both scares me and makes me melt all at the same time.  He commented about how swollen my pussy already was and used the opportunity to slap it several times in rapid succession.  But each time I flinched or tried to pull away, the rope only dug deeper.
 
Picking up the crop next, He flicked mostly at my tits and nipples and threw in a few strikes down below for good measure. But every so often, He would reach up and tighten the rope, each time forcing me higher on my toes in a fruitless attempt to retreat from the pain in between my legs.. Before long, I was writhing about, yelping and begging Him to stop.

"Predicaments", He just kept taunting.     

Grabbing my hair and pulling my head back, He used the cane, bringing it down several times across the tops of my tits.  Thankfully, He finally put the cane down but not before He turned His attention to my pussy and thighs, leaving me with a couple of bright red stripes. 

There were several other implements, most of which I hated.  But I have to admit, there was one I enjoyed, and that was the fillet knife.  Instantly, my body flooded the rope with moisture. And this time when He pulled my head back, I was warned not to move an inch. As He whispered in my ear, the tip of the knife traced the curves of my body, slowly...carefully.  My breathing slowed and deepened and I was quickly about as lost as I could ever get.  Nothing mattered in that moment except the blade as it danced across the flesh of my neck...my chest...across my nipples.   

After kissing me deeply, He set the knife down and freed me from my bonds.  He told me to go to "my place".  So, I laid down on my side of the bed, anxiously awaiting whatever He planned next.

Pulled in All Directions

For the moment, I have the house to myself.  Heron is fishing, the girls are off getting their hair done, and I am thoroughly enjoying some peace and quiet.  After being sick, the house is long overdue for a cleaning so I'm working on that along and along. Plenty of things to do but I just can't get last night off my mind.  Maybe I need a cold shower.   

After almost a month of complete chastity, you can imagine my excitement when Heron told me to take off my clothes and kneel in the center of the bed.  Beaming from ear to ear, it  might as well have been Christmas morning!
 
Kneeling with legs slightly spread, my wrists bound behind my back.

Rope...attached to the cuffs on my ankles, secured to the far corners of the headboard. 

My upper body lays back, shoulders pressed against the mattress, back arching, tits pointing to the ceiling.  

Rope...attached to the cuffs on my wrists, slides underneath me, secured to the center of the footboard.

My folds instantly lay open like a flower, completely exposed, throbbing with anticipation.

Nipples standing erect, longing to be touched.  Smaller rope...attached to each one, secured to the far corners of the headboard, pulling them up and away from my body. 

More rope. Thicker, coarser rope now wrapped around my neck, also tied to the headboard.

Everything pulled tight. I lose myself, finding comfort in the discomfort it brings, wondering what will be His next move. 

The dildo glistens with my saliva, parting my lower lips, filling the ache between my legs. 

The wand buzzes wildly on my clit, pressing and rotating, driving me to the edge almost instantly.

Pulling away just in time, He encourages my body to follow, taunting and teasing me with words.  

Half of my body, squirming and desperate to move those few inches, seeking to find the source of pleasure.  The other half, fighting against the bonds that hold me.  

Nothing matters except the greediness that consumes me, the ultimate desire to fill the emptiness and quench the fire.

 Finally finding what I need so badly, I ride the torment and the explosion seems to never end.

Sometimes a picture really is worth a thousand words...

A Predicament

As much as I had hoped things would settle down a bit now that Heron has a break from school, this week has shaped up to be another one filled with craziness and absolutely not a minute of privacy.  Well, except that five minutes earlier in the week where I found myself in quite the predicament.

After cleaning up from dinner on Monday, I went up to the bedroom to change into something more comfortable.  He, however, had other plans.  Plans that involved my working out...kind of. 

As soon as I entered the room, I saw that He had been fumbling around in the toy cabinet and had all sorts of stuff laid out on the bed.  He told me to take everything off and put on a pair of workout shorts and my sneakers. 

The room was so cold and I wished I could have had more clothes but I figured whatever He was up to, I would get warm in a hurry.  After dressing as I was told, I knelt in the middle of the floor and waited beside the heater we have set up for those especially cold nights.   

Off the main part of our bedroom is a sitting room, which we have turned into a small workout area.  After a few minutes of waiting, He told me to go stand and wait for him on the treadmill. 

While I waited, my body was covered in goosebumps, more from the cold than excitement.  Watching as He walked over to me holding a pair of clover clamps, I knew pretty quickly his intentions.  He began stroking my left nipple to a firm peak and I let out a gasp when He first put the first one on.  The cold seemed to make everything more sensitive and intense.

He looped the chain from the clamps through the hand rail on the front of the treadmill and then attached the clamp to my right nipple.  Realizing that this wouldn't be long enough, He went back to the pile on the bed, returning with another set of clovers. 

I held my breath as He unclamped one side and re-clamped it with one of the clovers from the second set. He then looped and secured each chain individually around the handrail, allowing plenty more room for me to now stand up straight.

Oh, yeah...I shouldn't forget to mention that before putting on the clamps, my wrists had been handcuffed behind my back.

So standing next to me, He set the treadmill at 1 MPH and pressed START.  No problem.  Almost too slow really but an extremely comfortable speed. It was slow enough that I could walk easily without any pulling and very little bouncing. Don't know if you're like me but I try to be stealth like and move very little when wearing the clovers.  

After the first minute, He increased it to 3 MPH.  Fast enough now that things were starting to jiggle but I was keeping up with minimal discomfort. 

Another minute and now 4 MPH.  This is the speed at which the "predicament" started.  Being as short as I am, 4 MPH is definitely considered speed walking.  I'm forced to significantly speed up or suffer torturing my own nipples.  But speeding up also means there is no way to avoid the bouncing and jiggling.  Really, the lesser of two evils though.   

I almost freaked out when I saw Him reach over to set it at 5 MPH, knowing I would be forced to jog. I wasn't so focused on the pain in my nipples anymore but my legs were burning like hell.  And if I wasn't able to keep up, well you can imagine. 

By 6 MPH, I was begging Him to stop, knowing my legs were about to give out. Apparently being sick had taken a toll on my stamina.  He grabbed one of my arms to steady me and turned the machine off.

As soon as the clamps and the handcuffs came off and I was back on solid ground, He tapped my shoulders downwards signalling for me to kneel on the floor in front of Him.  His cock was already straining to be set free so I quickly unzipped His pants and took Him in my mouth, savoring His excitement, until He stopped me wanting to save the rest for later. 

Apparently, He is quite the fan of predicament bondage and once I could catch my breath, I didn't mind it too much either:)

 Hope you all have a great weekend!!

Resistance is Futile

Back before the holidays, you might remember I was on orgasm restriction.  I write about it now because at the time, there was so much going on and I just didn't have the emotional energy to invest in writing about anything.  

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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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!!   

 

A Bit of Conditioning

Isn't it quite ironic how our words can so easily come back to haunt us? 

Take for instance our blogs.  The one place where we can freely talk about our experiences good or bad, our likes, our dislikes, and sometimes our inner most feelings. 

Our blogs are not only a glimpse into our most secret world but maybe more importantly it's a chance for our Dominant partner to evaluate how we are processing these experiences. 

So let's talk about a recent revelation I made in the post But Am I Really A Masochist?

I made the statement to the effect of despising the use of pain on certain girly bits, but my ass, on the other hand, had seemingly become somewhat conditioned to spankings/pain. 

Well, here's the funny not so funny part of my story.

In reading my post, as Heron reads all of them, I guess He didn't read that statement for it's literal meaning but instead interpreted it as me saying "PLEASE...OH PLEASE condition my other girly bits".

Now I am pretty sure that's not what I meant, but apparently He's on a mission.  A mission of teaching me to accept that regardless of what I say about it, or even think about it, the simple fact is my body responds to it favorably and I should learn to simply embrace that fact.         

So beginning this past Monday, conditioning began with 5 licks to each nipple and 10 to my pussy using the riding crop.  

EACH...DAY...DOUBLES!! 

W...T...F!!  If you enjoy the movie The World's End with Simon Pegg like we do you will get the reference, LOL!

Today is only the third day, and we're already up to 20 on each nipple and 40 downstairs.  

I probably don't want to hear the answer, so I haven't asked how many more days of "conditioning" He intends.  But if He keeps it up all the way to the end of the week, He may find me hiding in a closet!!

For Your Pleasure

It was time to pay the piper so to speak.  I mentioned in one of my earlier posts, that I had inadvertently neglected some of my chores.  To be more specific, I had not been washing the cars and had not been as diligent as I should about the toilets.

Just to clarify, the cars...well there isn't much I can say except that there never seemed to be enough time and if there was, the weather seemed to be gloomy.  Honestly though, Daddy had been pretty lenient on that and I probably took a little advantage.  Now the toilets...well that was a matter of failed delegation on my part.  Let's just say, you better believe those girls of mine are not going to get me in trouble again.

So punishment came.  I entered the closet, stood facing the wall in display position and took my swift twenty licks of the paddle, not fun ones by any stretch of the imagination.  My cheeks wore the red rounded imprint of the paddle for hours. 

But also in the closet was a strange contraption.  In reality, it was a microphone stand he rigged for kinky purposes.  I don't know how easy it will be to picture in your mind but it stood a little taller than myself  and looked like a large T.  Daddy had looped twine around each arm the T and left a couple feet of twine hanging on both the front side and back side.

My eyes couldn't help but travel to the two ends of twine where the clover clamps were fastened.  

The look of THAT is pretty scary!

Oh, there's nothing to be scared of.

Hmmm...me thinks differently...

As I remained facing the wall of the closet, with my hands clasped behind my back, He positioned the stand right up behind me and brought one of the pieces of twine, with attached clover clamp, down over my shoulder and attached it upside down to my nipple.  Then did the same for my left nipple.  Obviously, I wondered what he would do with the two ends of twine still dangling over the back side of the stand.

Well, that was answered soon enough when I heard the jingle of weights. I tried to remind myself to  to breathe as the twine grew taunt and the full force of gravity pulled down from behind me, pulling  my nipples upwards. I think it's pretty fair to say this was somewhat uncomfortable!

Daddy walked around to my side and placed a ping pong ball against the wall.  He told me to lean forward, my own body weight now also pulling against the clamps, until my nose could hold the ball in place.

I thought He would just have me hold this for a few minutes.  But as He walked out of the closet, He reminded me that the ball BETTER NOT FALL and He would be back to check on me periodically during His workout....and add weight each time He returned.  Gulp

I stood there thinking is this really happening?

Then I heard the sound of the elliptical start up and the squeaking sound it makes while someone is on it and I had my answer.

Yep...it sure is.  I didn't know whether to be upset or think it was hot.   

At first, all I could think about was how my nipples felt like they were on fire and I tried so hard not to move a muscle.  But I also thought how silly I must look with this darn ball.  Eventually, my mind kind of wandered, focusing less on the pain, and more on why I was in this situation in the first place. I thought about how I would try harder and not take any of my chores for granted. 

I had no way to count the time but I figured it was somewhere around 5 minutes when I heard the elliptical stop.  Maybe He was just testing me and not going to put on more weight.  Maybe He was coming in to let me loose.

Nope!  That was not the case. 

At this point, the pain was pretty steady, but tolerable, and actually, I barely felt the additional weight.  I tried to ask Him how much longer and was disappointed when He ignored me and returned to His workout.  While He was gone this time, I thought more about the stupid little ball in front of me.  Toying with it, rolling it around just a little but not enough to make it fall.

Again no words when spoken when He returned, only the rattle of more weight and I don't remember feeling much at that point, in fact, I was getting pretty sleepy.  There were no thoughts, just waiting.

This time when He returned, He spoke.  It was gruff as He told me to back up and turn around.  I winced as the clovers pulled against the direction I was moving so He moved the stand with me.  Once He had direct access to my nipples, He took the ball and shoved it between my teeth.  This ended up being a really good idea because when those clovers came off it helped muffle my screams and sobs.  Wow...did that extra weight make it so terribly painful as they blood rushed back in.

Immediately, He plunged His hand down between my legs...

That's what I thought...

You can stop that crying.

The spanking was your punishment...

The last 20 minutes has been for your pleasure.  

And here I thought the whole thing was punishment!

A Little of This...and Alot of That

Well, today was pretty much a suck fest at work...and not as in the good kind of sucking.  So, I am sitting down to enjoy a cranberry/vodka while I write this.  Hopefully it will be coherent by the end...but no promises!  The good things is, I did takes notes while we were away this weekend because I knew when I finally got around to writing about it, things would get fuzzy.


After only being in the cabin only a few short minutes, I found myself already standing completely nude in the kitchen with orders from Daddy to find the paddle and wait for Him face down and spread eagle on the bed.

If you missed my post about that darn paddle, feel free to go back and read it here.

I couldn't even begin to contain the stupid grin all over my face as I ran off to dig through the luggage and assume my position on the bed while He started cooking dinner.  He finally came in and slowly walked around the bed, now with paddle in hand and reminding me that my head shouldn't be turned to the side.  Quickly, I turn it straight and buried my face in the mattress, bracing myself for what was to come. 

First, He started by warming me up with the rubber side of the paddle.  I don't know about you but I find comfort in keeping count in my head whenever He's spanking me, not sure why but it just helps keep me focused.  Somewhere around 50, He began using the stingy wooden side and it didn't take long before I started to loose count.  As each smack grew more intense, my feet started to pull up off the bed.  He fussed at me to lay me feet down and stay still.  The paddling went on, faster and faster until I was almost breathless and my ass was most definitely on fire.

Then, He ordered me to get up and come back into the kitchen.  He disappeared for a minute, putting the steaks on the grill, while I stood there somewhat in shock and a little unsure about what He wanted me to do next.  When He came back, He told me kneel on the hard wooden floor.  I could see the bulge in His pants and instinctively knew what this meant.  So after fumbling with the zipper, I was able to free His cock and began sucking, eagerly the way He expects

After a few minutes, He sent me back to the bed to resume the same position.  I cringed as I laid down, knowing there was more paddling coming my way.  This time when He was satisfied that my bottom was properly reddened, He gave me instructions to lay on the floor in the kitchen and masturbate while He continued to cook dinner.  I really tried to get into it but it was a bit hard with Him walking around and stepping over me.  I also couldn't stop thinking that I was on a strange floor...a floor that may or may not be cleaned like my own.  I tried not to notice but got a little creeped out by the dust bunnies and cobwebs under the cabinets.  Every few minutes, He would stop and just watch.  His voice was cold and stern, "you should be working yourself harder".

Eventually, I was sent back to the bed again.  This time, not only was I face down and spread eagle but He slid the Hitachi underneath me so that it was vibrating on my very swollen and sensitive clit  while He continued with the paddle.  I did say in my previous post that I had an assignment to edge myself 100 times in the week before we left, right?  Oh yeah...I was at the point where it didn't matter what side of the paddle He was spanking me with.  It was all feeling pretty good.
 
But when it seemed that I might be enjoying it too much, He stopped and sent me to retrieve the clover clamps from one of the many toy bags He packed. I found the clamps and hustled back to the kitchen.  With my hands clasped behind my head, He placed them on one nipple, then the other, and had me kneel and resume sucking.  

Just when I thought He was letting me up to take the clamps off, He bent me over the bar stool on the other side of the kitchen island so that my stomach was flat across the seat of the stool and my tits, along with the weight of the clamps dangled over the other side. This was a big ouchie but oh so worth it when I heard His pants fall completely to the floor and I felt Him push himself inside me from behind.  Pulling my head back with a fist full of my hair in one of his hands, He reached around with His other hand and grabbed the chain on the clamps and tugged in the opposite direction.  It hurt like hell, and I whined and whimpered, but He growled in my ear, "this is what you wanted isn't it?"

Yes, Daddy was all I could manage to squeak out but He knew I was loving it every minute of it. Being used in the middle of the kitchen, over a bar stool nonetheless, is not a luxury we are ever afforded at home!

And then...

Just like that...

He stopped...

Leaving me a...

But Dinner was ready!!

Sparks Fly: A Post By Heron

Bound. Helpless. You wait for me.

As the neon crackles to life, your eyes widen.

Is it in fear? Anticipation? Perhaps a little of both?

Tracing your curves, I run the glass along your flesh.

You gasp as the static torments your body.

Sparks fly.

One moment you are moaning in agony, the next in ecstasy.

Your breast rise and fall as your breath quickens.

Again the glass strokes your flesh, grazing a nipple, your stomach, your back.

One moment you pull away, the next you strain forward eagerly awaiting.

Again the wand hums. Louder this time.

Sparks fly.

You slump forward as I give you a moment to recover.

Only this time, I am one with the wand.

I am the conduit.

I stroke you with my hands or brush you with my fingertips.

Finally I touch that spot that desperately needs caressing.

Static arcs from me, tormenting your flesh.

You scream.

Sparks fly.

Later, when you are safely tucked into bed I pull you close to me.

I softly smooth the the hair back from your face.

Leaning closer, I brush your lips with mine.

Our eyes lock.

Sparks fly.

(In)Decently Exposed

A-shirts (or wife-beaters as so many of us call them)...those darn little shirts!  What else can I say? 

Plenty actually.  Let me start with...

I really hate that Daddy loves them so much. But of course He loves them.

They are tight, see-through, and best of all, He can torment me by making me wear them. Something to make me squirm right out of my comfort zone for sure!!

One of my assignments several weeks ago was to purchase the smallest size wife-beater I could possibly fit into. I walked back and forth in Wal-Mart agonizing over what size to buy.  Nothing from the men's department was small enough, so I ended up in the boy's department wondering if anything there was big enough.  To make matters worse, unless I was missing something, they only sell them in sealed packages like T-shirts so it's not like you can take one in the dressing room and try it on.  Looking around to make sure no one was watching, I tore the pack open so I could at least pull one out.

Holding it up against myself, I decided it would work and now didn't feel so bad since I was buying the pack I already ripped opened.   

Later that night, I came into His office with shirts in hand showing that I had completed His assignment.  He asked that I model one for Him.  When I finally contorted myself enough to get it on, the shirt (does it even qualify as a shirt?) was so small that the ribbed texture was pulled taut across my tits and was short enough to expose several inches of my belly.  Oh and let's not forget to mention that no part of my nipples were left to the imagination, which of course, pleased Him immensely above all else. 

After explaining that He would have plans for the shirts at a later time, He sent me to put them away for safe keeping. 

Well, it just so happened that I noticed one of those wife-beaters made it into His car just a few short days later.  Seeing it there every time we went anywhere made me extremely nervous but after a couple weeks, I eventually stopped thinking about it.   

So, a few nights ago, we were enjoying a nice evening out to dinner, just the two of us.  The waiter set down my pomegranate margarita and after the first sip, I commented on how strong the alcohol was. 

I suggest you drink two then, since you will be wearing your wife-beater into the gas station before we go home. 

It really took a second for this to sink in because I was already scantily clad, wearing a tank top without a bra and shorty shorts to dinner.  What was the big deal about going into the gas station in what I was wearing if I had gone into a restaurant? 

Then it occurred to me what He meant.  He was referring to the "other" shirt that had been patiently waiting in His car for just the right opportunity. 

I tried to stay calm during throughout the rest of dinner and just tell myself...Maybe Daddy's toying with my mind again.

But I started getting a little worried after dinner when He detoured, and we were no longer driving in the direction of home. 

Then, I got ALOT worried when He told me to change shirts.

Much to my relief, after about a 30 minute drive, we ended up at a park. 

Whew...He was messing with my mind, I thought to myself. 

It was almost dark and pretty much deserted so I didn't mind being somewhat exposed when He parked the car and headed up a small trail into the woods.  But it really was getting dark, so after walking just a little ways and sneaking in a few kisses, we turned back. 

As we got to the car, I mentioned how I really needed to pee so He stopped by a restroom we had passed, still within the park.  I ran up to the door only to find it already locked up for the night, but I assured Him it was no big deal...I could make it home.

However, as we turned onto the main road after exiting the park, I spotted a gas station.  The sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach told me He was about to turn in and He did.  Even as He pulled up into the parking spot, I clung to hope that it was all still part of His sadistic mind game.  It wasn't though and I knew it wasn't when He handed me His debit card and a lottery ticket. 

You are going to go inside, go to the bathroom, get me a diet coke, and cash in this lottery ticket. 

"You really want me to do this?"

Yes, go!

"But there are people sitting right there...and...and...look you can see!" (pointing to my chest, like He didn't already know)

I'm not telling you again...GO...right now!

I just had to find a few moments of courage and hope that there weren't too many people inside but it sure would have helped if the alcohol hadn't already worn off.  Luckily, we were no where close to home so at least the chances of running into anyone we knew were slim to none.

I closed the car door and as I walked in front of the car parked next to us, I just knew the woman in the front passenger seat was staring at me. I'm sure any meager attempt to casually hide my chest behind the lottery ticket was fruitless. 

Walking into the convenience store, I instantly turned to the right avoiding the path that would lead me right past the registers and people.  I made it to the bathroom fairly unnoticed and took care of business.  While washing my hands, I studied myself in the mirror and shifted the shirt around to see if there was any way to disguise my nipples, even just a little bit, but there wasn't. Couldn't stand there forever, so I just decided to get on with it.   

Leaving the bathroom, I retraced my previous path back to the coolers where I grabbed His diet soda.  Again, I had gone unnoticed.  Then, I looked around and made a bee line for the register while the cashier had her back turned and there was no one else around.  As the cashier turned around to ring me up, she either was trying really hard not to look at my boobs or the counter between us acted as a pretty good buffer because she didn't seem to notice anything out of the ordinary. 

I wasn't out of the woods quite yet.  I still had to walk out of the store and back to the car.  Sure enough, the woman in the parked car, who watched me walk in, was still sitting there and now a man was occupying the driver's seat.  Call me paranoid, but I am pretty sure they were waiting for me come out, most likely hoping to confirm if they really saw what they thought they saw.  Well, they certainly had front row seats now didn't they?! 

Nothing I could do at that point but let them have their little look-see while I kept my eyes on Daddy and made it back to the car. 

There have been plenty of limits He can push and eventually whatever my hang-up is with that particular thing seems fade away after a while.  I don't know about this one though.  It just never seems to get any easier, and I suppose that's why He keeps at it.     
  

A Year Ago...

It's been exactly one year since He placed His collar around my neck.  What a special time that was in our lives.  It's crazy...crazy that a year has already passed.

In honor of this one year anniversary and how much it means to me, I thought I would make a compilation of excerpts from several blog posts during the days leading up to and including our collaring ceremony.  Feel free to follow the links if you would like to read each post in it's entirety. 
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For the first time in at least 10 years...we are completely alone.  One week with no work, no responsibilities, or anyone in the house with us.

Friday evening, the start of our vacation and first night home together, Master takes me in the bedroom and explains to me for the this time that we have...there is one thing that I must very clearly understand.

He says very firmly, "Remember, everything is just because I can".  

from Just Because He can

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All week, I had been mentally preparing and patiently awaiting what was to start yesterday with a mix of excitement and fear.  Master told me that He had several intense scenes planned over a period of a few days that would be meant to challenge my physical and emotion strength and test my commitment and complete surrender as His slave.  The first of these "tests" took place last night. 

He called the scene "At the "Cross"roads".  When all was said and done, this was by far the longest session we have had, at a little over 3 hours and little did I know, would mainly focus on the one thing I fear the most...having my tits whipped.

Starting with a light flogger, He begins to lick gently at my stomach, then easing up to my tits and down to my pussy.  I try to relax into it and enjoy the light stimulation as He continues across the front of my body but in the back of mind know that His gentleness will not last.  Gradually, He increases intensity and speed until I hear myself moaning with each stroke contacting my body, caught somewhere between a little bit of pain but also a little bit of pleasure.  Changing to a heavy flogger, He again starts easy and works His way up to harsher, more deliberate strikes, until I am crying out in agony with almost each stroke, particularly the ones that make contact with my overly sensitive nipples.  As my cries turn to sobs, I am still determined to take what He has to give, trusting that He will know how far to push me.  He encourages me to breathe through it, to find my focus...pushing me through the last few more lashes.

As He eases me off the cross, I collapse into His arms still sobbing, shaking, and completely fatigued.  He holds me and assures me of how good I did. And once I have composed myself, He offers me water pointing to the bowl sitting on the floor in the corner of the room.  Knowing what this means, without hesitation or shame, I quickly drop to my hands and knees and crawl to the bowl quickly lapping at the water like a puppy.  When He isn't looking, I glance down at my battered tits to see the welts and lash marks already forming and whimper in pain, hoping that my tits won't have to endure any more for the evening.  Once I quenched my thirst, I assume the kneeling pose as instructed with my face down on the floor and He knows I am ready to resume.

from "Crossroads: A Night of Riding the Cross (Part 1)
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Almost too shaken at this point to drink any water, He sits down in front of me again, kisses me, and explains that this is the final time I will be on the cross should I so chose.  However, if I chose this final round, I will step up to the cross and beg Him to be strap me on and whip my tits.

This time, without the blindfold, He walks up to me with the heavy flogger and begins to lightly lash across my stomach first.  It's not often, I get to see Him working.  With just the hint of a grin on His face, He is so handsome and consumed by what He is doing...I can't help but fall in love a little more as I watch Him.  It's obvious, He is being easier than earlier but my skin is already on fire.  As He moves to my tits, I pull against the restraints and cry out as He reminds me to breathe.  Finally, He tells me only two more, one on each nipple and I am to thank Him for each.  Staring directly into His eyes as a reminder to myself of why I can endure this,  the flogger lands on my right nipple, and despite the searing pain, I find myself choking out the words, "THANK YOU MASTER FOR WHIPPING MY NIPPLE!".  And the same follows for the left.  Relief floods though me as He unstraps me and pulls me into His arms.  I can feel how turned on He is and He is kissing me so hard and passionately, my body just melts against Him.

from "Crossroads: A Night of Riding the Cross (Part 2)
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He had designed this moment so beautifully and will be one that I will never forget.  He asked me to remove my clothes and kneel at His feel as I felt the smooth metal of the collar as it was locked around my neck signifying to us both that I belong to Him completely. 

He had something prepared that He wanted to say...some vows so to speak.  The short version is that He promised to guide and protect me, honor my feelings and needs, and tend to my happiness, health, and well-being.  I, in turn, accepted to follow Him on this journey, and to serve and belong to Him. 

Then He began read to me an excerpt from a book and I could no longer hold back my tears.   

The story told of  a man becoming completely "intoxicated" by the song of a Nightbird.  The sound of this Nightbird consumed his thoughts and so "enraptured" him that it consumed his soul.  Choking up as He spoke (which let me say does not happen typically), He explained that I am His Nightbird.   

The front of the tag on my collar is engraved with the words..."Owned by Heron"

The back is engraved with the words..."As I Own His Heart".

from the Collaring of Nightbird
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Stuffed: More Ways Than One

It was Friday and Daddy was home early.  Fridays in our house are usually reserved for date night.  Since our kids are old enough now to leave at home, we typically grab them some food and then enjoy a little time out by ourselves after a long week.  But instead of the usual, He decided to treat me by grilling steaks at home just for the two of us.  I was quite stuffed and felt a bit spoiled after after indulging in the fabulous dinner He prepared. 

While He put together a surprise dessert just for me, He sent me upstairs with instructions to find "Kong" (you know...one of my biggest and most favorite dildos!) and wait for Him.

After rustling though our toy cabinet, I found my beloved "Kong", stripped off my clothes, and knelt on the bedroom floor eagerly waiting for Him to come in.  Now, I had been worked pretty much to a frenzy during the week as Daddy extended Monday's assignment to clamp my nipples and bring myself to the edge at 2, 3, and 4 o'clock every day for the week.  Not to mention all the other evil  various ways He found to tease and torment my mind and body. So, I was REALLY a little scared and excited about whatever play He had planned.

Finally, He came in the room, placed the bowl of dessert on the dresser, and told me to place "Kong" on the floor out in front of me and get to sucking it, reminding me to take as much in my throat as I could.  Not only is that dildo ridiculously long but it is so thick I could barely get half in my mouth.  With nothing in my view except floor and plastic cock, I heard the sound of something cutting through the air just behind me. 

Over and over again, He licked at the exposed areas of my body with the dragon tail bringing a nice sting to my ass, shoulders and pussy.  Having Kong in my mouth was a relief since it seemed to muffle the sound of my moans and yelps. The harder He struck, the more of Kong I tried to swallow. 

Next, He had me stand in display position allowing not only for easier access to my pussy but direct access to my tits and nipples as well.  I tried to stay still, really I did, but each time He just barely flicked the end of my nipples with the tip of the tail, I couldn't help but flinch and pull away.  This reaction always draws His displeasure so He kept on until I could hold my position.

Finally earning a "good girl", He told me to get "Kong", stand it up on the weight bench, and fuck it.

While straddling the bench and struggling to work the enormity of it into me,  He walked over to the dresser, picked up the bowl, and brought it back to me.  His instructions as He handed it to me were to "fuck and eat". 

If you are reading this thinking "wow...that's kind of weird", don't worry...I thought so too!

Was this just meant to be some form of humiliation or was the intended message deeper than that?

My mind wrestled with the meaning behind His command, but even more so with the dessert looming in front of me.  It really was a ridiculous amount of food that I would never eat of my own accord!

You see, the need to control my food has been a battle of mine for quite some time. It can come and go depending on my emotional stress. Never to the point of being unhealthy as it was many years ago, but it is still very much my coping mechanism. I knew my increased focus towards diet and exercise recently had not escaped His notice

I tried to explain that there was no way I could eat all of it.  His only response was, "your choice...fuck and eat, or we can continue the tit and nipple whipping".

For me, that's not much of a choice there since I despise having my tits and nipples whipped. 

I will fuck and eat, Daddy.

While I rode up and down on the dildo, feeling quite awkward stuffing a bite in my mouth every couple minutes, He dug through the toy cabinet and produced another dildo which was equally long but substantially thinner.  Despite it's narrow girth, I was convinced there was no way that was fitting anywhere as long as Kong was taking up residence in one hole.  However, after applying a little lube and leaning me forward, He managed to stuff it in, filling both holes and proving me very wrong!

What a delicious feeling as I rocked up and down and back and forth on both dildos!! 

But oh gosh, did I think I was going to throw up.  By this point, the dessert had become anything but delicious and while I may enjoy being overly stuffed with cock, I do not enjoy being overly stuffed with food.

With just a couple bites left, I couldn't do it...I had to put the bowl down.  Instead of forcing me to continue, He came over to me, with a vibrator in hand and crouched down in front of me, placing it directly on my clit working it around in circles.  He leaned in and was softly kissing my lips while His other hand slowly stroked my face.  There was a burning intensity in His eyes but such gentleness in His touch. 

As my body responded to all the stimulation, all He had to do was say the words, "cum when you are ready" and almost immediately, the shock waves ripped through my body over and over again.  

And as far as the lesson about food...we talked about that the next day and He really just wanted me to indulge for once without feeling guilty about it.         

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. 

       

   


 

     

Morning "Awakening"

It all started with the words...It's not going to suck itself.

After He had enough of my mouth, He got up and moved around the bed, telling me to lay back with my lower body at the edge of the bed.  He was standing up "trying" to slide inside me.  Still feeling a bit sorry for myself after all that had happened the night before with the humiliation play, I wasn't too much in the mood.  To get my juices flowing, He reached into the drawer and pulled out two clothespins.

As He attached one to my nipple, He was able to almost immediately push Himself inside. Of course, He made s snarky comment about my need for pain as He attached the second one and my body completely yielded to Him.

Feeling a bit mocked, I scoffed a little under my breath in mild protest to His observation.

Then, BAM!  The palm of His hand connected with my left cheek.

Oh...ok...He has my attention!

I knew immediately I had overstepped my bounds because Master has never hit me in the face.  This isn't a form of dominance that ever really interested Him.  It wasn't hard or even close to leaving mark but it did hurt just a little. Even more so...it just caught me off guard.   

OH, someone likes that!

So He did it again to the other cheek.

Apparently, I flooded immediately.  At least that's what He shared with me afterwards. 

Funny thing is...I don't think I was the only one that got turned on by it!

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!