What's in Your Purse?

Had to go to court today with the oldest.  Nothing big...just a traffic ticket.

We walk into the lobby of the courthouse and I froze in place.

How could I not have thought about the scanners and metal detectors!!  Easy...it's not everyday that I go into a damn courthouse.

I'm standing just inside the doors looking like a deer in headlights, probably drawing more suspicion to myself.  Then I look down at my purse, trying to decide what to do. There isn't enough time to go back to my car. 

As if it's actually going to help, I zip up my purse before laying it down on the little belt.  then I watch as it disappears into the scanner.

Really...I could have just died of embarrassment. 

So what was hiding in my purse you ask?

Ummm, let's see. How about a vibrator, 2 clothespins, a black dog collar with some rhinestones, and a tube of capsaicin cream.  All the things that Heron requires me to keep on me at all times, you know if He ever wants to torture me out in public.  This would certainly classify as one of those moments now, wouldn't it?!

It wasn't even a little bullet vibrator.  Oh no!  It had to be the full size variety and I just knew that they were going to go through my purse right there in front of everyone to make sure that it wasn't some kind of bomb.   Thankfully they didn't.  But you also know what that means, don't ya? The guy looking at that screen knew exactly what he was looking at.

To top it off, the metal detector went off because of the boots I was wearing.  Yes, please bring more attention to me when what I really want to do is grab my purse and get the heck out of there!  Made me wonder if anyone ever gets stopped in one of those because they are wearing a metal butt plug. I'd hate to have to explain that one!

The Last Ten

Since today was election day, the kids were out of school. Naturally, that meant their friends had to sleep over last night.   Apparently, it was shaping up to be another night of no privacy for Heron and I, but it's that time of month for me anyways. 

Well at about 9:00, my younger daughter and all her friends decided they wanted big sister to take them to the ice cream shop down the road.  Cold as it's been, beats the hell out me why they would want to do that, but who's complaining?  It got them out of the house for a little bit. 

Heron wasted no time in sending me to fetch two very specific dildos and while He sat in front of the TV in our bedroom blasting heads off zombies, I was to kneel down beside His chair with the dildos upright on the floor and practice my oral techniques.  While humiliating on so many levels, I did as He requested and was excited when He released me to get my Hitachi.     

Now, as He continued playing His game, I was given permission to pleasure myself.  Before even the last spasm of my orgasm shook through my body, He insisted "Again".  The second one took a little longer but was even more powerful than the first.  Feeling perfectly relaxed and content, I would have been happy to stop at this point, but then He told me to continue until He said otherwise. 

I will admit, multiples never happen for me without the Hitachi.  But even still, I have to stop for a few minutes in between each otherwise I get completely over-stimulated.  That damn thing is one of God's gift to women I tell you.  Unless of course you are being tortured with it.  LOL

After about 30 minutes or so, the kids got back home and by that time, I was up to 5.  I thought that was pretty impressive considering how difficult it was to concentrate with the sound of guns blasting and zombie slaying happening only a few feet away.   

Obviously, now that the kids were back home, private time was over so after turning the game off, He leaned over me and asked me had I gotten to ten yet.   

Starting to get up from the floor, I told Him I had gotten to five.  He opened our bedroom door, turned the handle so it would be locked and told me I owed Him ten. 

I tried to question thinking He meant I owed Him a total of ten. But no, He clearly meant an additional ten.  Any meager efforts to protest fell on deaf ears as He left the room telling me to come get Him when I was finished. 

Normally, I might rush to judgement and feel a bit put off thinking that He was just leaving me to entertain myself so that He didn't have to.  But I understood His intention with leaving and that was to make sure the kids stayed away. 

Now, I'm certainly not going to complain because 15 orgasms is absolutely better than NONE and I am smart enough to know where complaining will get me.  And I do really love my Hitachi. 

But in all honesty, I would take one orgasm with Him over 15 with the Hitachi, any day.  

In the end, it took almost an additional hour to finish the last ten I owed Him and I was a bit embarrassed when He came in the room and looked over at the pile of soaked towels...because that's something else only the Hitachi can do!

Was there a coherent thought left in my head?

Um, not a chance!!   

And even if I had wanted to be upset for how bad my neck and arm were cramping, I didn't have one ounce of energy to care about anything except maybe falling flat on my face and going to sleep.

Right Where I Want You

Friday night, amidst the flurry of last minute packing and other such pre-vacation preparations, I stood leaning against the bed, holding that damn dreaded magic wand.  I was still fully clothed and had yet to take care of my daily task.  Just looking across the room at Daddy, knowing I had to torture myself again, made me want to pitch a total fit. 

He must have seen the challenging look in my eyes because He started walking around the bed to where I was, telling me to get the look off my face.  Our eyes were locked and I knew I was pushing it but my emotions were running wild. Not only has it been two weeks of keeping myself on edge but now I was hormonal as well.

As He stood in front on me, all I could do was start laughing and crying all at the same time.  I must have seemed a bit hysterical, hell I felt a little hysterical.  After turning me around and spanking me hard, there was no more laughing, only crying.

I turned back to face Him, with my eyes lowered and tears rolling down my cheeks.  With His hand wrapped around my throat, I had to fight the urge to resist Him as He kissed me.     

Now...I almost have you where I want you.

Where exactly is it that you want me?

Don't worry...I know exactly what you need and I haven't forgotten that you have needs.  

But I don't want to do this again. 

I wouldn't expect you to want to do it again, but you will. 
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Later that night, as we were drifting off to sleep I asked Him what it was that He thought I needed.

He didn't give an answer, only saying that we would talk about it later when He was more coherent.

Despite being frustrated as hell, while He was relaxed and content, I eventually fell asleep to the sound of Him already snoring.

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So, yesterday was Saturday and that meant it was finally vacation day.  I decided not to bring the issue back up but while we were driving,  He made another comment about knowing what I needed. 

Please just don't tell me I only need to get off.

Well, I know you need that but I also know you need to be taken from behind with one one of my hands tightly around your throat and my other another hand grabbing a fistful of your hair. 

I couldn't say anything, but the flush in my cheeks said "YES...PLEASE!!"

Playing Alone

Wednesday night I could feel all the tell-tale signs.  Certain parts of my body would soon be out of commission for Daddy's use.  As I happened to be showering off after our walk, He came in, pulled open the shower door, and took in a glance. 

When He closed the door and started to walk away, I squirmed around trying to find the words. 

Just so you are aware, I think come tomorrow, I might be wearing my red necklace. 

Anyways, my not so subtle hint seemed to go fairly unnoticed until I was standing naked in front of the vanity mirror and drying my hair.  He came back in the bathroom and patted my butt.  Leaning close to my ear, He told me not to bother coming out of the bedroom until I had given myself five orgasms.

Not really the direction I was expecting but who's complaining...right?  He closed the bedroom door behind Him and disappeared to the office, leaving me to my business.

I was aroused, but not really 5 orgasms aroused, so I started plundering through the toy cabinet looking for the heavy artillery that could help me get the job done. 

Well...He didn't specifically say anything was off limits!   

Daddy got quite a surprise and chuckled out loud when He came back in the room.  At that point, I had only gotten through number 4 and there was chaos all over the bedroom. 

Towel on the bed...

Magic wand attachment lying on the nightstand table...

Kong well used and lying in the sink...

And I was sitting on the exercises bench looking sheepish, holding the magic wand, with a wooden spoon lying beside me.  I'm a little embarrassed to admit what I actually was doing.  Let's just say at that point...I needed a little extra stimulation if number 5 was ever going to happen. 

I have to give mc kitten over at Pillow Talk credit because her recent post and some of the follow-up comments made me reflect back on this task of masturbating alone.  I really admire those who are more comfortable doing this in the presence of their significant other.

Certainly, I prefer that He is an active participant because I need and crave that emotional connection and let's face it...it's just more fun that way! 

But this isn't always how He wants it.  Sometimes, He just wants me to touch or please myself. Possibly, it's for His own entertainment. At times, it's for my own build up or relief of sexual tension. But I venture to say, in most cases, is just because He can. 

Maybe I'm a bit odd, but I actually would rather do this alone.  Of course, I will "perform" for Him if asked but I don't know...I just feel so awkward and self conscious, particularly if He is just watching and not participating.

As long as we have been together, it really doesn't make sense and I don't understand why, but I do know this shyness ultimately inhibits my own exploration and overall experience.

In thinking about why I prefer it this way, I realized there is a positive side in that I have probably stretched some of my own limits when experimenting by myself, particularly when tasked with multiples orgasms like the other night. Multiples, for me, don't come (pun intended) easily so I have to push myself further, both physically and mentally.

Maybe Daddy understands this, and uses it as just one of His many ways to nudge me...

deeper into my own dark desires and fantasies...

to a place of acknowledging and accepting their existence.

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. 

       

   


 

     

Easy...Until It's Not (part 1)

Once again, I find myself away from here far too long.  I was even chastised a bit for my lack of writing.  Too often now, I lack in words or the motivation to relive the small things happening in our dynamic.  I say small things not out of  disrespect, but that is just the reality we are living in at the moment. 

He is so busy these days and I take pride in doting on Him when I can, ensuring that everything is to His satisfaction, and that the house is generally running smoothly.  Submitting to Him as the Master of our home has become quite comfortable and easy.

Then the rare opportunity arises for "playtime".  My feelings should be that of thankfulness for His time and attention.  Hell, I spend all of my days pretty much daydreaming about being behind closed doors, being thoroughly used by Him.   

So, why is it, that as soon as that door closes and we are behind it, I have to fight the feeling of (oh my gosh, I hate to say it)...irritation? 

I am ashamed to admit that this part of my submission has become...not so easy.     

Saturday night was a perfect example.  We had a couple hours without the kids and decided to grab something to eat.  It wasn't too shocking that on the way, He informed me to lose the sports bra.

Then He asked me what I planned to eat.  My response was grilled chicken salad.  Again, not too shocking when He didn't approve of my choice and announced that He would be ordering for me.

After dinner, we had just enough time to swing into the adult store.  Apparently vibrating panties and a new bullet type vibrator were must haves for the evening.    

As we left the store and got in the car, He told me to lean the seat back and get myself off with my new vibrator.  That's the point I could feel myself starting to clam up.  It didn't bother me that He wanted me to do it in the car, that hardly even phases me anymore.  I was upset because I knew my edge would be gone for the evening.  Trying hard to hide my disappointment, I did what I was told anyways, hoping the rest of the evening would go differently. 
 
Later that night when we were alone again, He motioned for me to come upstairs.  When He closed the door and showed me the clothes laid out for me to try on, I had instant flashbacks to the last time. I got myself in a bit of trouble for being, shall we say, less than enthusiastic. If you missed that little story, you can read about it here.  Anyways, I put on a good face and did the best I could to be accommodating. 

But for the second time that evening, I fought overwhelming frustration as I tried on outfit after outfit, while He concocted some horribly trashy outfit that would be (un)suitable enough for sending me to the car wash to clean His car. I held it all in until He had me begin demonstrating the postures He expected me to use when vacuuming said car.   

Tears of humiliation began streaming down my face and I felt as if I might choke on the lump in my throat. Now, unable to make eye contact with Him, I stared at the floor as He scolded me for crying.
 
All I had wanted the whole evening was to be in the comfort of His arms and feel His touch.

Again, I am faced with the fact that these are my wants or desires, or in some cases things I don't want. I try and remind myself that this my issue, not His. Then, somehow I manage to feel even worse because this internal battle or dialogue in my head leads me to believe that I may never be the slave He deserves.

Stayed tuned for the rest... 

First Round of Answers: Fetlife and Hitachi

Thank you DelFonte for the first question!

Do you use Fetlife much and is it useful?

I do use Fetlife, and I completely admit that this time last year, I was a total junkie.  This was pretty ironic given how I fought the idea of setting up an account when Master pointed the site out to me.  It didn't take long though before the addiction took hold.  All my spare time was spent perving pictures and reading through forums.  Everything about this lifestyle was so new to me and I was fascinated by it all and absorbing/learning as much as I could.  It  opened my eyes to a world that I had no idea existed.  Then I began to talk to people with similar interests and felt more comfortable answering questions posed in forums.

The problem, I began to get too emotionally invested in it all.  It also seemed like almost every thread I was interested in turned negative  and unproductive  I found myself backing off and focusing more on my blog.  

I do still check Fetlife daily but would say that it has been most useful for meeting new people. I have met several local lifestyle people and developed a couple of frienships.  Obviously,  in a lifestyle that most of us cannot openly share with vanilla friends, this has been so valuable to me.

Anonymous asked:

Would you recommend a Hitachi? With or without attachments?

I can certainly say without a doubt this is my all time favorite vibrator and I would recommend every woman have one or at least try it. I think once you feel how intense and powerful it can be, you will wonder how you lived without one. I have had one for  probably close to a decade and we fondly refer to it as my boyfriend. 

We only recently purchased attachments, and I was somewhat disappointed. Apparently simplicity works best for me.

Funny you ask this question though. I actually wrote a post on this a little while back.  Feel free to read about it more detail.

http://submissivelittlegirl.blogspot.com/2013/10/i-love-way-hitachis-me.html?m=1

Looking forward to more question! Feel free to post them here!

The Tale of Two Fucking Machines

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Cold Fries and Cum: The Prelude

Thank you to one of my readers for requesting that I complete this story!  I never actually got back to writing what happened BEFORE the Cold Fries and Cum.  I meant to...had started it and deleted it several times.  Unfortunately, this was during my writing dry spell where I just had a problem finding the words for anything.  So here goes another try.

It was one of those rare late afternoons when we had the house all to ourselves.  Master was on the bed watching a football game.  Don't remember which one but I snuggled up to Him subtly suggesting a little action.  I wasn't quite prepared for His response and was a bit disappointed at first.

He insisted that I strip and lay there playing with myself while He watched the game. 

You are going to cum as many times as possible and you may not stop until I say so.

Being an object of someone's attention is usually quite hot, but I was not necessarily the object of His attention as much as I was merely a side show.  Being extremely horny though, I wasn't objecting (not that I could anyways).

Have you ever tried to enjoy yourself when someone isn't paying attention...and the game is blaring in the background?  I found out it wasn't as easy as it seemed but luckily, with the help of my never fail Magic Wand, I finally succumbed to several rockin' orgasms.  I would have been completely satisfied at this point, but the look on His face said you are no where near done. 

Get the clothespins and put them on your nipples.

Adding just that little extra stimulus and pain along with the vibrator brought about another couple of orgasms pretty quickly.

Now take one of the clothespins off as you cum.  Then the next time you get ready to cum again, put it back on.  Then do the same thing for the other nipple.

Wow...four more ouchie orgasms!  But really...the coordination it takes to put a clothespin on your nipple during an orgasm is a little baffling 

Take the clothespin off and go get something to put in your ass and pussy.

I hopped off the bed and fumbled around in our toy cabinet until I found the right dildo and a plug.  The plug I got was too small so He sent me back to the closet for a larger one.  Laying back on the bed, I inserted the plug and the dildo and went back to vibrating.  My body was already so exhausted and screaming to stop but I kept going as He wished, pressing my ass into the bed to make sure the plug stayed in.  Oh....I could even rock back and forth to feel it move just slightly in and out. 

With my left hand, I worked the dildo in and out of my pussy and with the right, I continued to vibrate.  The change in stimulus and the feeling of being so completely full was making me absolutely crazy easily led to several more orgasms.

During this time, I had been vaguely aware that Master was up and moving around the bedroom  He went to the closet and brought out both of the fuck machines.  He also pulled the restraints from underneath the bed.  As He assembled the fuck machines, I continued and the orgasms were now almost rolling from one into another.  I think this was the first time I had ever been pushed past that wall.  You know the one when you are so sensitive that you can't bear anything else touching you and you can't even think about getting off.  Now it was so sensitive that it was actually getting easier!

I was beginning to lose count when Master took the vibrator from my hands and mounted it onto a stand.  Carefully, He placed the head of the wand on my overly swollen clit and began strapping my legs spread eagle on the bed.  Just the act of being tied down caused my body to shudder uncontrollably under the vibrator again and again. Each orgasm now seemed to be forcibly escaping my body and the guttural sounds coming from me, I didn't even recognize as my own. 

My wrists are now cuffed and secured to bed above my head, and the plug still firmly embedded in my ass.  With my legs spread wide, He began to move the fuck machine into place so that it was now filling my pussy with each long stroke of the machine.  The second fuck machine was placed on the bed to the right side of my body with the arm extending towards my face.  He mounted a rather large dildo to the end and instructed me to roll my head over and take it in my mouth.  He turned it on, making sure that each stroke was going far enough into my mouth that it would touch the back of my throat but not quite enough to choke me. 

And with that, He announced that He was going to make Himself some dinner.  He closed and locked the door on His way out. 

Are you shitting me?!  He just left me here!  The humiliation of it ALL!! 

My stomach was growling, my body was tired, and I would have done anything to get up off my back.  As I laid there being pumped from both ends, it really bothered me that I had no idea how long He would be gone. 

Had He done this before I had 20 or so orgasms, it probably would have been much more enjoyable.

But eventually, my body couldn't deny the rhythmic strokes in my mouth and pussy.  The dildo in my mouth muffled any screams that were trying to escape as I came yet again...and then again even though my body had nothing left to give.

I heard the lock in the door and Master returned with some food...thankfully.  Or at least so I thought!  And well, you know the rest of the story:) 

          
 

 

 

Just 5 Minutes of Hell

Five minutes of hell is what Master called it.  I could be sarcastic here and say "well I thought that's what the last 3 weeks has been" but my brain to mouth filter is thankfully intact because I would have ruined a perfectly good time for myself.  Little did I know, I was only 5 minutes away from finally being granted what I have waited so patiently for.  

Then I realize that He intends to use the Hitachi.  Oh God!  For those of you that have used a Hitachi, you probably understand five minutes with that vibrator could easily mean multiple orgasms.  As worked up as I have been over these past few weeks, I wonder how the hell I can possibly hold out against that for even 30 seconds.  Immediately fearing another punishment on my horizon, Master quickly clarifies that this is only for fun, no pass or fail.  I wish I could say this was comforting but once He has laid out the expectations for anything I don't want to disappoint, even if it is just for fun.  Damn type A personality!

Just to make it a bit more fair, Master decided if I got close to cumming, all I had to do was say "stop" and He would give me a 30 second break.  I was allowed up to 5 breaks so really I only had to make it through two and a half minutes of vibration time.  I'm a little more confident I can handle that.   

He leads me over to the bed and tells me to lay down, spread my legs and keep my arms down by my side.  The moment He turns the vibrator on and touches my clit a rush of excitement floods my body.  As He softly moves it around my pussy, I fight the waves that are quickly building and make it a full minute and a half before calling for the first mercy break.

I manage to complete the whole five minutes with only 3 breaks but now I am confused because He doesn't stop.  Not only that, I am getting dangerously close to the edge.  I don't really know if I am allowed to ask permission yet but before it's too late, I ask Him to stop.  He keeps going.  Now I am pleading with Him to stop.

NO! is His only response. 

Knowing that there is no way I can hold back anymore, I ask permission and can only hope it's granted. 

Master, may I cum?

Yes, you may!

The Slut

She wonders who is crossing the room with her Master.  Is it a man or woman?  

Something tells her that it's a man, then she starts to listen to the sound of his breathing and is almost 100% sure.  She's also partly sure that she knows who it might be and that puts her at ease.  Her Master instructs him to take a seat on the couch while He provides a demonstration of the violet wand.  Making small talk about the different attachments and intensities, she thinks how smart He was to pick this toy.  Not only is it one of her favorites but it is sure to take her nervous and self-conscious mind to a different place.

Her palms are sweaty and because she can't move anything else, her fingers begin tracing little circles nervously on the massage table.  She hears the wand start up but still jumps when it first touches her leg.  As He continues moving it over her body, she focuses less on the fact that someone is watching and slowly lets the sensations wash over her.  She is in a good place, that is until He pauses the wand over her pussy, delivering a zap though her shorts strong enough to make her arch as far as her tied down body will allow and yell 'Owww!". Definitely too loud for a hotel room unless you want more visitors so He gives her a firm warning.  Despite her best effort to stay quiet, she yelps even louder the next time.

Now with the ball gag in place, He invites the visitor to come take charge of the wand for a moment. So many conflicting thoughts should be going through her mind, but she feels pretty relaxed and doesn't mind as the wand travels over her leg, around her pelvis, and finds it's way to her breasts. 

Once the wand is back in her Master's hands, she hears Him ask, "Could you remove that?".  Before she even realizes what He means, the thin little cut-off wife beater is being gently torn down the middle, allowing her tits to completely fall free.  With a little chuckle, she accepts her fate and reminds herself that she has proudly shown them all over the internet!

It wasn't long though before she felt hands on bare flesh...different hands than she is used to.  Her mind is so lost as her nipples are massaged to stiff peaks and she can't even be certain but thought clamps might have just been put on her.  She realizes later, when they come off that they are, in fact, the clovers.   

Funny that her nipples didn't hurt, but her big hoop earrings were becoming rather uncomfortable getting caught between her neck and the table so she kindly asks Master to remove them, not thinking that her request would come at at price.  You asked for something...now I am expect something in return.  Using scissors, He cut her shorts up each side, leaving just a thin piece of fabric over her pussy.

As He resumes playing with the wand, He sees how she is desperately struggling to retain her covering (and dignity), refusing to move her lower body too much.  He uses the wand to zap her inner thighs over and over, laughing and commenting when she finally gets the message to spread her legs wider.   She now realizes that the last piece of fabric has fallen away and is no longer protecting her.  

Then the vibrators!  Oh God the vibrators!  Really it is almost more than she can bear but certainly takes her mind off being exposed.  The two men work her with the Hitachi on the outside and a smaller one on the inside.  She knows she is dripping wet, but doesn't care and is absolutely dying to cum.  They refuse to let her though, stopping every time she gets close.  Apparently, she was wrong in ever thinking that it would be difficult getting off in front of someone else.  Under the right circumstances and given the chance, she most definitely could! 

Now, she hears her Master shuffling around trying to move the fuck machine onto the table.  She thinks it's His visitor's hands that are on her again, this time spreading her open for the extra large dildo attached to the machine.  As it begins to move in and out of her slowly and rhythmically, the visitor moves her right hand and places it on his dick so that she could feel it bulging through his pants.

The caged slut begins to emerge from whatever deep recess she was banished to so long ago and  responds without hesitation, immediately taking his cock in her mouth when he untied her hands.   Shifting her head over to the side of the table, he continues to fuck her face.  One would think that she would have flinched or fought it at this point, but no...not her.

She still didn't fight it as her legs were untied and she was led off the table to kneel at his feet.  She continued sucking while her Master knelt down beside her and spanked her ass and pussy with a switch.  Not only was she moaning and gagging on the cock in front of her but she was flooding with wetness and desperately wanting more.   

She had found complete acceptance in her position and quite possibly...finally found her sub-space!

And as usual, despite all her previous reservations, the way her body responded told her dark secret.  Not only did she accept it, but she was thoroughly enjoying it!






 





        





 

I Love the Way "Hitachi"s Me

Betty...This one's for you:)



I'm sure many of you have met my boyfriend.  Hell, he might even be your boyfriend too!  My husband bought him for me years ago (maybe 8ish?) for my birthday.  Let me just say he was the best gift money could buy.  He is dependable, fun, and always ready to provide mind blowing experiences. 

At first, I admit, he was fairly intimidating.  I wasn't a huge fan of self pleasuring...well I did it a lot when I was pregnant but other than that is was only occasionally and usually just with my hand.

But I am willing to try most things and what I experienced was such a new and powerful sensation, my body was a little confused.  It took me a while to get used to the intensity and speed with which my orgasms came.  I mean literally...30 seconds...BOOM!  Who couldn't get used to that??

Not only are these orgasms powerful, but something about the way my body experiences this type of pleasure is different.  Where it comes from, I don't know but heat rushes up the side of my neck and  then just before the big moment I feel a white burning all the way down into my feet.  Why I describe it as white...again I don't know because it's not like you can see a "burning sensation".  And the sounds that unintentionally escape my lips, have never been heard before and come from a very deep dark place. 

Being a one and done type woman...I was thrilled to learn that he could provide multiple orgasms, something that I don't usually experience with any other form of sex.  My theory on that is it brings so much blood to the area, leaving you swollen, thumping, and wanting some more...each orgasm more powerful than the one before it.   

The great thing is, he comes with two speeds so you can ramp it up if you need a change of pace.  If I am struggling after a few on the lower setting, flipping his switch to super speed usually does the trick.

He is so amazingly versatile! 

You can spend some quite time with him alone vibrating your clit and surrounding areas (add clothespins to your labia if you like a little extra "stimulation"). 

You can vibrate your clit while using a dildo inside which is AMAZING! 

You can lie down or stand up.  Personally, I find standing up, just barely leaning against the side of the bed, is pretty awesome...I think this may be a blood flow thing too.

You can lie on the bed with your partner fucking you from the standing position beside the bed and have perfect access to vibrate yourself.  This is also a personal favorite.

You can be riding a fucking machine with the vibrator strapped into place for clit stimulation.  Definitely not a bad one either! 

My point is...there is never a bad experience with this guy!   

Now there are also silicone attachments for the head of the massager.  I have the white one in the top left corner of the picture but haven't used it too much.  I don't really find I need it...he satisfies me perfectly the way he is.  

So, if you don't already have one of these in  your box of toys...I promise you it will be the best $50 investment you EVER made. 

He runs on electricity so you don't have to worry about batteries wearing out at the most inopportune time.  And unless the power goes out, He never runs out of energy as you can tell from a couple of my recent posts. 

Like I said, at least 8 years and he is still going strong and I have put him through some marathon sessions lately.



If you do already have one, feel free to share your thoughts or experiences. 



Mission Incomplete

Well, I gave it my best but fell short by 9.

Today...it was just not happening. For one, we were busy taking care stuff around the house.  But mainly, I was so exhausted and sore from overdosing on orgasms yesterday, I could have cared less about another single one today.  Pretty much most of the day...not a tingle...nothing...nada!

After we got home from errands and before we started cooking dinner, He took me upstairs and used my mouth and ass for His own pleasure.  It wasn't until He got what He needed and left me wanting that little miss puss decided to wake up and want some for herself.  Again, Mr. Hitachi saved the day and helped me take care of business twice.  But these were the only two and then she went back into hibernation. 

Admitting that I cannot do something is absolutely the worse for me and as much as I hated to do it, I finally admitted that He was right all along.  I told Him there was no way I could get to 50 before the end of today.  He asked if I could accept that and I wholeheartedly accepted my defeat, fully expecting some form of horrible punishment.

I didn't know whether to laugh or cry when He explained that there was no punishment for failure in this.  He only intended it to be a challenge! 

For once though, I am not beating myself up for failure.  I know I gave it my all and that's all I can do!


 

Mission Impossible

So, I mentioned in a post earlier this week that I was assigned a task. 

FIFTY orgasms by the end of Sunday!  

Well, Master and I don't really see eye to eye on the exact end time.  When He presented the task, I was sure He said by the end of Sunday.  He claims to not have specified a time. 

At the beginning of the week, I was knocking them out, no problem.  By Wednesday, things started to slow down ALOT!  Work was beyond stressful the whole rest of the week and I got further and further behind, each day thinking that I could make them up the next day.

Last night while out at dinner, Master asked how many I had left.  I told Him 24 but that I was sure I could finish before the end of the weekend.  He wasn't convinced.  A couple times I tried to explain how hard it's been but His only answer was "It's not my problem". 

I had hoped to take care of some of my business when we got home from dinner but He ordered me to go to bed because I looked so exhausted.  I know I needed the rest but I hated to lose that time.

Needless to say, today I have been busy.  The day's count is 13 for a grand total of 39.  I can assure you my Hitachi was pretty close to overheating and catching fire tonight..as is my pussy!!

Now, I will share with you a few special requirements included in this assignment:

1) One orgasm was to be done while parked on the side of the expressway

Took care of that one today.  I found a safe place to pull over while driving to the hair salon.  I shimmied my shorts down just enough to get the vibrator on my clit and got it done.  I was sitting pretty high in a truck so I wasn't concerned about anyone actually driving by and seeing what I was doing, only that a passerby may think that I needed help and come render aid.  Luckily, that didn't happen.  It was quite intoxicating being out in the open, secretly performing such a dirty deed.

2) One orgasm was to be done in a department store. 

Tried this one also today but no luck.  I spent an hour walking around K Mart trying to figure out how to accomplish this without being seen.  After realizing that there was no way to hide amongst the aisles, I settled for sitting down at the blood pressure machine in a less occupied area of the store.  I had a sweater over my lap, but after the 5 orgasms that I had already had earlier today, it just wasn't happening. 

3) One orgasm was to be in front of someone else.

Uuuuhhhh....yeah?  Not even sure where to start with this one. 


Mission impossible is down to the wire...

I may be completely exhausted and numb...But I'm still hopeful for 50.

As far as the rest of my special requirements, not so hopeful (particularly #3).  I have no idea what the punishment will be for failure in any part of this assignment. Guess we will have to wait and see. 

Well, no more time to write.  I either have to fit in some more tonight or get my rest for an early start tomorrow!

Privacy is So Overrated!

Funny thing happened to me today.  Well, at least I think it was. 

I don't intend to give away the details of the task assigned to me this week since I am saving that for another post, but I do have to give a little background information so you will understand why I was doing what I was doing.  

This week I have to achieve 50 orgasms, to be completed before the end of Sunday. 

You can imagine, between work and busy home life, it's a bit difficult to find time to squeeze them all in but who's complaining.  Normally, my orgasms are kept to a minimum, so I am certainly going to take advantage of this opportunity and give it my best try with a smile on my face before, during, and after every single one! 

I was actually going to have some time after dropping my youngest off at soccer to come home and knock out a couple o's before having to start dinner and go back to pick her up.

But NOOOOOOO........just one small little problem.  My oldest had made herself quite comfortable using the exercise bike in my bedroom just before we headed out for soccer.

Urrggg!!!  Ok.  Back-up plan in effect.  I do have the battery operated vibrator in my purse.  So I pull into the driveway and decide it can't hurt to take care of my business really quick right there.  After all, I was wearing a skirt with no underwear. 

Just as things were starting to get pretty nice, I don't know what made me open my eyes but all of a sudden I catch a glimpse of something moving towards  the car.  A little old Asian gentlemen is literally just a few steps from my car.  Quickly, I pull my skirt back down and shove the vibrator under my leg just as he steps up to the window.  I roll the window down and He politely hands me an advertisement for a show at a local event venue.

I don't know what or if he saw anything.  But he continued on his way and I continued on mine.

Who needs privacy anyways!
    

Change of Plans

I had intended to write a post about how last night's plans to play just went all wrong. 

Wow...I didn't really handle His change of plans very well and even much needed sex this afternoon didn't seem to alleviate my frustrations and insecurities. 

Master did his best to listen and understand but I am pretty sure at some point He got tired of me "communicating" about it.   

So after dinner, I sat down in an attempt to get my thoughts out here.  Apparently, He had other plans.  He ordered me to masturbate and cum for His entertainment until He told me to stop. 

Ten orgasms later, with the help of Hitachi and dildo...I can't really remember what exactly I wanted to say!!

Maybe that was point?!

Sir...Please Don't Make Me Cum Again!!

Who would even consider saying this?  Apparently, that would be me!  One would think as much as I am built up into a sexual frenzy and denied orgasm for days on end, I would be all too happy to enjoy orgasms as long as they are free for the taking, but frankly I find that too much of a good thing can be just as frustrating.

Over and over again the last few days, I have been tasked to masturbate to orgasm.  The first day was seven, the next day was nine.  Thankfully, so far today has only been two but the day is not over!

I am not always easy to orgasm and am definitely not one of those types of women that can cum and then cum again right away.  Mine are really powerful and then I have to give it a rest for a few minutes or it gets extremely over-sensitive.

On Wednesday, when He first gave me my assignment, I thought...oh this isn't too bad.  I hadn't had much in the way of sex or orgasms lately so I was happy that my constant state of horniness was finally going to be cured!! 

I get to work and sneak away at the times Master designated with my vibrator and take care of my naughty business in bathroom stall, hoping that the humming stayed within the walls of the bathroom but not entirely caring either.  Ahhhh...finally some relief as I blissfully vibrate myself to orgasm four times before the end of the work day. 

The fucking machine and Hitachi helped me along with the next few later on that night when Master could enjoy watching me pleasure myself.  Barely able to think coherently for a good portion of the day, I collapsed in bed late that night completely exhausted but sated.  I did fall short of Master's goal by one, but He wasn't too upset because He knew how hard I tried.  

The next morning, I got to work and sent Master my usual "good morning" email when the unexpected reply came in, "I expect 2 before lunch".  I just stared at the computer for a moment thinking "Oh God, not again today!" 

Now each time I sneak away, I am pretty convinced that people in my office either know what I am up to or they think I have one hell of a bad stomach with as much time as I am spending in the bathroom.  With the help of my overworked vibrator and a couple of fingers, I manage the first two in the morning only to be told to do two more after lunch.  Geez...this was like pulling teeth, but thankfully, some pretty wild girl on girl fantasies did the trick. 

With the biggest fattest twat imaginable, I could barely feel a thing anymore but that didn't stop Him from ordering another as soon as I got home from work.  I will admit, I was pretty darn thankful to just not be doing it in the bathroom stall again.  As I walked into my bedroom, I saw the wooden spoon, from the kitchen, sitting on the bathroom counter, apparently left from a previous spanking.  "Hmmm" I think to myself, "maybe a little more stimulation is what I need to get my motor going again".  Some light tapping on my clit, along with the Hitachi, did wonders in no time and was the quickest one all day!! 

Only four more to go that night, which Master requested to watch as He worked out.  This called for all the artillery...Hitachi, bullet vibrator, butt plug, dildo, wooden spoon.  It was no easy task but nine completed by the end of the day!  Now I know why the phrase "cum your brains out"...because I certainly didn't have a thought in my head for almost two whole days.

Before going to bed last night, I very nicely asked, "Please, Master, please can I have a break tomorrow".

Sure", He said.  "Just one in the morning and you can have a break the rest of the day".  What He failed to mention was that only meant I could have a break during the workday!  Since I am now at two for today, I realize my work here is not done. 


 

Just Me and My Toys

Looking at all these toys, one might think that I rather enjoyed myself but THAT was not my lot in life last week. 

MASTER'S ASSIGNMENT: I was to ride home from work each day with these little friends tormenting me.

RULE: No orgasm all week

I had already been out of commission for the 2 weeks prior so finding out about this little assignment didn't sound like much fun, for me anyways. 

Monday and Tuesday- I was to use the clothespins and the purple butt plug. 

Wednesday and Thursday- Add the wireless bullet vibrator for my pussy.

Friday- Add the other vibrator for external clit stimulation.

Luckily, I made it through the week with no "accidental" orgasms and no car accidents.  I'm not sure how I would have explained any of it to a police officer.   

Every ride home, I was so turned on I could barely stand it. Knowing that I would be denied any release anytime soon, I still just felt alive and happy to be doing as He wished.  As soon as I got out of the car, there were kids and house duties to tend to, so I was able to put away my toys and get on with the rest of my day. 

But every night, after working so hard to please Him, being good in every possible way I could think of, I rolled over and went to bed horny as hell...fighting the urge to cry, beg, and plead for His affection.  This time, I would find acceptance and not allow myself to break down...but I secretly hoped His resolve would break.  No such luck!! 

By Friday, my 45 minute drive home almost made me crazy.   

The feeling of complete fullness.

The constant humming both inside and outside my pussy.

The ache in my nipples.

No doubt, the other days felt good but adding the clit stimulation was sending me over the edge.  I could have fully enjoyed myself right there sitting in traffic.       

Oh, it would have been so easy to allow myself an orgasm.  He would never have known but the guilt for disobeying and/or being dishonest would have been a much harder burden to carry.  So I fought the urge until it was almost making me sick to my stomach.

Thankfully, I was rewarded for all my hard work later that night with a nice play session including the violet wand and the vibrator.  Finally after being teased and edged until tears were streaming down my face, I was allowed the release that I so desperately needed.

Some people don't prescribe to the philosophy of orgasm denial/control.  Honestly, I can't say that I like it a whole lot myself.  However, it boils down to acceptance and trust.  These are the two things I remind myself of often. 

Acceptance is understanding that I am His to do with as He desires in all things, not just the things I enjoy.  Trust is simply having faith in Him, the path that He chooses for us and the decisions that are made to get us there.

       

Memories of a Night With Master's New Toy: The Violet Wand

I knew this week would be crazy and it certainly didn't disappoint.  Everyone was home and family life was back to normal...maybe even a little crazier than usual, hence my inability to put together a blog post all week.

Unfortunately, in a the craziness, I slipped on a couple of chores and forgot to properly greet Master as He came in from work one day in particular.  A sincere apology and a punishment with a fly swatter on my ass and nipples quickly reminded me of my place.

Other than that, not much to report so I thought I would reminisce about my first experience with Master's new toy...the Violet Wand!

Just before the end of our "official" training period, Master introduced me this new toy of His.  I cringed with nervousness as He pulled it out of the box with almost giddy delight, like a little boy at Christmas!  A few days later, with me lying on the bed, He testing it out starting at the lowest intensity and slowly increasing, really just getting a feel for how it worked and judging my reactions to the different intensities on different areas of my body.  It also comes with several different attachments, some definitely delivering a more of a zap than others. 

Just a hint...smaller tip = more intense!  At least I think so. 

He found it pretty funny watching me jump, flinch, and squeal every single time He touched my skin or waved it over my body.  I lay there thinking, how was this was going to be erotic at all?  The sound that it was emitting reminded me of the blue bug zapper that hangs outside and I could actually smell the electricity!  On the other hand, He thoroughly enjoyed watching the purple light and was fascinated to watch as the tiny little bolt of electricity reached into the air and connected with my skin.

Moving on to the night I was collared....

In my post, Collaring of Nightbird, I made reference to my favorite part of being strapped to the massage table and experiencing one of the most amazing orgasms with a combination of different things.  Well, the grand finale of this 3 hour "Attack of the Senses" session was quite intense.  With both of my arms and legs spread and strapped down, Master brought the fucking machine and placed it on the table between my legs.  With the largest (and my most favorite dildo attachment I should add), He positioned it and turned it on so that it was slowly sliding in and out of me.  The Hitachi, which had been strapped to an adjustable microphone stand, was brought over and He made sure that it was driving me crazy by humming directly on my clit.  Oh....Oh....I was already in heaven but it gets better!

He pulls out the TENS unit and has a little fun with it shocking first my tits and then the areas around my pussy (which will lead me to my next post...LOL!). 

Now, He is ready to incorporate the Violet Wand for the first time into one of our play sessions.  I am not sure why this little gadget is so intimidating to me but it is.  Again, as He waves it all over my body, I jump and squeal, but after a while of tormenting me He focuses the wand all around my pussy...up around the top portion near my tattoos and even around the opening of my pussy and around to my ass.  Laying there, trying to figure out what this sensation reminded me of, I finally determined it felt almost like getting tattooed and oddly this helped me to relax.  Weird...huh?

He doesn't let up at all, just keeps waving the wand in circular motions all around the lower portion of my body and the pain began to meld and intensify the pleasure of the fucking machine and Hitachi.  I thought my entire body was about to short circuit as I could feel the almost blinding orgasm that was making it's way to the surface.  When I finally let it go, it is likely that anyone standing outside on our street probably hear the animalistic moans and screams coming out of me.  I can't recall ever making any such sounds! 

Ah, what a great night and I am certainly no longer intimidated by that little purple light:)