Emily Post Has Nuthin' on This

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Day 5 of my most recent assignment ......


It would be so totally hot if Sir tied me to the post in my living room. (i recently moved into a new home & it's kind of like post-and-beam construction.) It's smack in the middle of the room and has two decorative pieces at the top with holes in them... perfect for running a rope through. Sir would position me there with my back against the post and my hands restrained up above my head. And once my wrists are bound, i am completely at His mercy. Or lack thereof.

Sir surprises me with a new collar - it's black, with silver brads, and snaps into place around my neck, but His favorite feature is that it has nipple clamps attached with chains. He grasps my chin with His hand and tilts my head back, then places the collar around my throat and fastens it into place. i can feel the chill of the chain resting against my skin. He cups one breast in His hand and lowers His head, taking the nipple in His mouth. i let out a quiet moan as His tongue plays, teasing the nipple into a stiff peak.  He bites it, one sharp nip, making me arch my back and gasp, then pulls His mouth away and fastens the clamp into place. The teeth bite into my nipple and i suck in my breath with the sting. It isn't terribly painful, but it IS uncomfortable. He repeats the process with the other nipple, then stands back to admire His handiwork. 

He must be satisfied, because He steps forward again and kisses me. One hand covers both of mine, stretched up over my head, and the other plays with the chain on my collar, tweaking it so that the clamps tug my nipple. It sends twinges of pain through me, making me moan into His kiss. i think that pleases Him, actually, because He kisses me more deeply after that.  He breaks the kiss, then, and His teeth nip at the side of my neck, and then along my shoulder, which drives me wild with desire - that has always been my weakness. i can feel Sir's property growing wet from His attentions, and i squirm against the post and tug uselessly at the rope binding my wrists. i want Him to touch me, NEED for Him to touch me, and my hips rock forward, seeking Him.

But He knows that, of course, and so He delays, choosing instead to trail His fingers down my side, across my hips, up over my stomach and lightly tugging the chain again. More discomfort shoots through me, and i moan again, because it hurts, but more than the pain in my nipples in the ache between my legs. i literally feel the wetness seep to my thigh. Finally, finally, He deigns to give me what i want, what i need, what i ache for, and His fingers slide wetly across His clit and plunge deeply into His pussy. i cry out from the shock and the sheer pleasure of it, and He begins to thrust, finger fucking me, but all the while His voice is in my ear, telling me that He owns me, all of me, mind, body and soul, claiming all that i am for His own. He commands me to recite my devotion for Him, and i choke out the words, stumbling over them when Sir's fingers quest more deeply, or His thumb rubs His clit. He makes me repeat my devotion twice more, then commands me to cum. i've been on the edge for a while now, with Him holding me off, but with His permission i let go and my climax takes me, and i cry out and shake and writhe against the post, Sir's fingers still inside me, prolonging the orgasm and wringing a second one from me in quick order.

i sag against the post, panting harshly, my heart thundering in my chest, and Sir's fingers slow and then still before He pulls them from me. i whine in protest, as i always do, and Sir leans down to whisper "Good girl" in my ear. 

"Thank you, Sir," i gasp out.

He releases the clamps from my nipples, taking each abused peak into His mouth and gently suckling it to ease the pain, then unties the rope holding me to the post. My hands are numb and my shoulders ache, and He massages my arms to get the blood flowing again. i sink to my knees and wrap my arms around His knees, laying my cheek against His leg and closing my eyes. He reaches down and runs His fingers through my hair, and i smile and say, "Thank you, my Sir."  












 

   

Wash and Dry

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Following this week's theme --

It would be so hot if Sir surprised me in the shower one day. No, really. Picture it:

i'm standing there, my eyes closed, letting the water pour down over me. i'm massaging shampoo into my hair, letting it lather, my fingers sliding through my tresses. As i tilt my head back to begin rinsing, i feel another set of hands  tangling into my hair. Mmmm. Sir has joined me. i like when He does that.

i drop my hands to my sides as Sir tilts my head back under the spray of water, rinsing out all traces of the shampoo. His hands slide down the side of my head to my neck, where the touch of His fingers makes me shiver. With one hand He spans my throat, squeezing ever so slightly, while His other hand moves down over my shoulder and cups my breast. His fingers play with my nipple, teasing it to a taut peak, and i stand perfectly still while a wave of desire shudders through me.

Sir shifts me so that my back is pressing against the wall of the shower (it feels cold!), His hand still holding me in place by my throat. He nudges my feet apart with His foot, and tells me to look at Him. He locks His eyes with mine, and i feel His fingers skimming down my body, over my sides, along my hip, and finally touching His property, circling His clit, skimming over His pussy. My legs part wider as He touches me, silently asking Him to take more. When His fingers plunge inside, my eyes snap shut, and He squeezes my throat sharply to remind me to keep looking at Him. His eyes bore into mine while He plays, finger fucking me, His thumb rubbing His clit and making my knees go weak.  His fingers are hot and slick, forcing me open wider, ramming into me, and the water beats on my side and the steam rises around us. 

My hands, pressed flat against the shower wall, scrabble uselessly in an effort to grab hold, to ground me, because Sir's fingers are relentless and i can feel my climax rushing at me. It hits me, hard, almost painful in its intensity, and my cry sounds loud in the shower. My heart thunders in my chest, my breath comes in gasps, and i swear that Sir's hand on my throat is all that's keeping me upright, because my legs feel like jelly. 

When Sir releases my throat, i sink to my knees, tilting my head a little to keep the spray of water from hitting me in the face. i reach for Sir's cock, caressing it, stroking it, coaxing it to life in my hands. As it swells, i pull it into my mouth, and my hand trails up His leg from His knee, inside His thigh, and cups His balls in my palm. i massage His balls while i suckle Him, and i'm rewarded by His fingers digging into my shoulder. i close my eyes and set to work, my tongue swirling around His cock, my fingers squeezing his balls, my mouth sucking and releasing and sucking again. 

The shower beats down on my shoulder, not as hot as it has been but still warm. Sir has one arm braced against the shower wall, the other arm down with His hand on my opposite shoulder. His fingers squeeze from time to time as i suck Him. My knees are sore and my legs hurt from kneeling, my jaw aches, then locks up, and still i suck Him, gagging as He thrusts into my throat.  At last i am rewarded when Sir squeezes my shoulder hard, enough to leave bruises, and thrusts into my mouth one last time, His hot cum flowing down my throat as i swallow and swallow and swallow. i suckle Him gently as His cock softens, making sure i've not missed a single drop. Sir shuts off the shower and helps me up, because my legs want to buckle. "Thank you, Sir," i say to Him, and He smiles.









  

Lessons Learned

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You know the saying, "Dot your i's and cross your t's"? It's pretty much true. i was so eager to get today's blog posted that i neglected to include my prompt phrase... and Sir caught it. I neglected to follow my instructions, so i am writing a new blog to make up for my error.

Let's see what i can come up with .....

It would be so hot if, for just one day, Sir had a pet. Just for one day. i'm not into that, ordinarily, but i think for one day i might be able to enjoy it.

i see myself wearing His collar - not the lovely chain i currently have and wear with pride, but a leather or nylon collar. i'd follow Him through the house on my hands and knees, slightly behind him and to the side, in "heel" position. Or, if He did not want me to follow, He could command me to "stay", and there i would wait until He allowed me to move again. i would sit at His feet, perhaps with my cheek resting on His knee, and if i am lucky, He might card His fingers through my hair as i sat there. 

i imagine i would eat whatever Sir gave me from a plate on the floor, and lap water from a bowl. If invited to Sir's bedroom, i'd curl up on the floor next to the bed, or, if allowed on the bed, at the foot. Of course, Sir would command me as He likes..... whether to sit or kneel, to follow Him or to stay in place. 

Then again - it would be so totally hot if i were allowed to suck Sir's cock while He sat in a chair and i knelt before Him. Perhaps He would slouch down to the edge of the seat, or perhaps He would throw one leg over the arm of the chair. No matter, as long as i have access to Him. i want to pull His cock into my mouth, tasting the salty tang of His skin, want to cup His balls in my palm and gently squeeze them, want to suckle them, too, rolling them on my tongue. Mmmm. Perhaps, if i am lucky, Sir will pull me to my feet and turn me around, easing me back so that He can enjoy His ass as He likes. It burns as His cock enters me, pressing and stretching and forcing His ass to open to accept Him. And it hurts, damn it, it hurts.... 

But Sir is patient, if persistent, and the flesh always gives and allows Him entrance. And i imagine He would grip my hips, adjusting my position to allow Him to get as deep as possible. And then - ah, and then He would fuck me, using His property, driving His cock in deep and pulling out, over and over, and i'd grip the arms of the chair to keep my balance as i bounced on His lap. And then, hopefully, He would gift me with His cum, coating His property with His essence. And i'd clean Him off, making sure not to miss a drop. Oh, yes, that is hot, indeed.











 

And More of Our Story ...

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So continuing with last night's theme - the secluded cabin with the lovely fire -

Perhaps, then, Sir might gently push me to the side so He can slide out from underneath me. i'm disappointed at the loss of contact, but then He places a hand in the center of my chest and urges me back, and down, so that i'm lying on that cushy rug. Oh, this IS a nice view, looking up at my Sir, with the light from the flames illuminating His face and chest, and everything beyond shrouded in darkness, so that i see nothing clearly but Him.

Sir tells me to close my eyes, and then He touches me, everywhere, but in no pattern that i can discern, which keeps me tense with anticipation. Sometimes i feel His fingers, sometimes His lips, sometimes His tongue, even once or twice a nip from His teeth. Those little bites make me suck in my breath and wriggle into the rug. My legs are parted, and i'm silently begging Him to claim His property, to fill His pussy with His fingers, to lave His tongue over me...... His touches are enjoyable, and i want them to continue, but at the same time, they aren't enough.

One of the logs in the fire shifts with a pop and a crack, and i'm suddenly acutely aware of how much heat the flames are giving off. i turn my face away from the fire just as Sir takes my nipple between His teeth and nips it. Ouch - and, yes, please. My back arches up, pressing my breast into His mouth, and i feel His fingers - finally!! - questing between my legs. i open them farther, giving Him access, and am rewarded by His fingers slipping inside me. Oh, yes.....    

Sir pinches a nipple between His fingers, rather painfully, actually, and i moan in discomfort and try to twist away. But when He releases me, i feel a flood of wetness between my legs and Sir's fingers are coated and slick. God, it feels good. A sheen of sweat covers my skin, as much from Sir's manipulation of my body as from the fire that burns beside us. i ride His fingers, spinning higher, and then Sir allows me to climax..... When i stop spasming, Sir pulls His fingers free and nudges me so that i roll to my hands and knees. He bends over my back and presses His cock into me, stimulating my already sensitive inner walls, and i shudder, hard, as He slides home. And then He fucks me, and it's so, so good, and i shake and shudder and climax again, Sir's pussy clenching His cock tight and welcoming His cum. i whine in disappointment when Sir pulls his cock free, but He allows me to clean it with my tongue, so that's not so bad. And i lie on that soft, plush rug, the heat of the fire on one side, the heat of Sir's skin on the other, and i am content.
 

Twice as Nice

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i'm sitting in front of the fire, and i've been thinking about my task for today - writing another scenario. And i'm inspired by the flames ...

It would be hot if Sir laid me down in front of the fire. Oh, come on - who hasn't fantasized about it?? A crackling fire in a remote cabin, at night, a thick rug before the hearth (not bearskin, though, please), no other light besides the flickering of the flames. The play of light and shadow on bare skin, feeling the heat from the fire on my body competing with the heat from Sir's skin. Mmmm. 

i can imagine Sir lying back on that thick, soft rug, allowing me to suck Him. i'd run my tongue along His cock, tasting its length, pulling it into my mouth and suckling it, feeling it swelling on my tongue, filling my mouth. i'd take in as much as i could, gagging on Him but always coming back for more, sucking His cock and cupping His balls in my palm. Eventually, i think Sir would pull me off His cock by wrapping His fingers in my hair and tugging me away. i'd like to travel up His body, lapping at His skin, tasting Him all over, even daring to sneak in a couple of tiny nips along the way. He doesn't generally allow that, but as i said, i'd sneak one or two in anyway. 

i'd like to cover Him with my body as i moved up His sides, skin-to-skin touching as much of Him as possible, the crackle and pops of the fire the only sounds other than my own panting breaths and Sir's voice. i want to curl my leg around His, my knee just barely brushing against the apex of His thigh, as i stretch my upper body to reach His nipple with my mouth. i'd love to taste that nub, laving it with my tongue, suckling it, lipping it, and finally, as it grew taut, pulling it between my teeth and flicking it with the tip of my tongue. i'd prop myself up on my elbow and grasp Sir's cock with my other hand, stroking Him even as i suckled His nipple. i'd love to feel Him both on my tongue and sliding across my palm. i'd like to think that Sir would thread His fingers through my hair and pull me up for a kiss, if i'd pleased Him with my attention to His body. i would enjoy that quite a bit.

 




 

 

Variations on a Theme

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So Sir has tasked me anew..... for the next 7 days, i am to post daily on the prompt, "It would be hot if .... "     Let's see what i can come up with.

It would be totally hot if Sir bound me to the bed, tightly enough that i can move very little,  and blindfolded me. Then His sub would be at His mercy - or lack thereof. What would Sir do with His property in such a state?

Would He be in the mood to tease, or would He be inclined to be aggressive? Or, perhaps, would He incorporate facets of both? Would He ignite a flash-fire that threatened to consume me, or would He build a slow-burning flame that first warmed me, then grew to scorch me with its heat?

For example - Sir might use the blindfold to keep me off-balance, sometimes gifting me with feather-light touches that cause me to shiver and break out in goosebumps, and sometimes He might deliver a swift, stinging slap which makes me jump and squirm and protest. Preventing me from seeing where He is, or what He's doing, forces me to wait in darkness until He decides the time is right. i strain my ears for an auditory clue, trying to figure out what's happening from what i can hear. 

A quick rasping sound, followed by the acrid tang of sulphur ... Sir has struck a match. Ah, a candle!! i pull at the ropes binding my wrists in anticipation. It will be several minutes until there's enough wax pooled around the candle's flame. What to do in the meantime...? A clinking sound, kind of like marbles falling into a glass bowl..... oh, yes. Ice cubes. Sir is being generous to His sub, as He knows i like fire and ice. Ice rubbing over my body, raising goosebumps as it melts on my skin. Cold, wet ice being drawn over taut nipples, pulling them into tight peaks which ache from the cold, but it feels so good at the same time. And finally, ice being pushed into Sir's property, filling His pussy, freezing the inner walls and making my teeth chatter.

And then there's fire - well, hot wax, anyway. i suck in a breath when that first drizzle hits my skin, the sharp sting of heat scorching me. It hurts, kind of - more so on nipples and when dripped over the clit and pussy. But it feels good, too. And i love, love, love being bound while it's happening, love the blindfold, love being held on edge waiting for the next act to play out. Sir knows this, of course, and i am grateful that He allows me this indulgence.

Damn. i'm beginning to feel damp just thinking about it. And Sir still has me on restriction. Damn!





 

 

Merry Christmas

Wow, it's been a week since my last post!! In my defense, it's been a crazy, crazy week ... not only was it the lead-in for today's holiday, but i also moved this past week & was offline for a couple of days.

Best wishes to any readers out there, for a joyous and blessed holiday season - whichever holiday you choose to celebrate - and may 2013 be a year of peace and fulfillment for all.

i hope to continue on my journey of active submission, to continue to grow and discover, to learn what works for me, and to find peace in who i am and - just as importantly - in who i am not. i also need to learn how to balance all sides of me, in all my life roles. i haven't always been very good about carving out time for my own personal development; and a few times when i did, it came at a cost in another area. 

i hope that 2013 is a year of professional and personal development, a year of finding my strengths, a year of learning to be unafraid. It's still a  journey, a process, a one-step-at-a-time progression ... let's see where the months ahead will take me. 

Careful What You Wish For ....

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Yeah, OK, i admit it - when i waxed poetic about how i like to feel turned on, how i enjoy the slow simmering of unfulfilled desire, Sir took that to heart. i have not been allowed to cum for days and days, and it's starting to drive me crazy.

Oh, sure, there are plenty of times during the day when i barely even feel it; at work, for example, when i'm involved in a project, or perhaps at home supervising my son's homework. But then again, there are times when it hits me hard, when i'm suddenly so ramped up and turned on and needy that i can hardly even breathe. Now i'm not saying that i'm climbing the walls (yet!), but there are definitely times when i'm just overwhelmed by want and desire, and i'm sorely tempted to flout Sir's rules and make myself cum.

Think about it - fingers rubbing slow circles on the clit, stimulating the nerves and encouraging the blood flow til it swells and becomes so sensitive; more fingers pressing deep into Sir's pussy, slick with juices and slipping in and out, grazing the inner walls and stroking, stroking; feeling the simmer fan into flame and burning and wanting and needing, and finally cresting the edge and falling over, shaking and shuddering and spasming and enjoying the free fall and the panting and the slowing of the racing heart. Hell, YES, i want that!! 

i don't do it, of course; i recognize that part of my journey involves obedience, even when it requires self-denial. i proudly wear Sir's token, and i strive to be obedient even when i may not want to. So i wait out the burning, bite my lip and ride the wave, maybe even squirm a bit when it gets really intense. Sir has told me to wait, so i wait. But that doesn't mean it's easy, or comfortable, or that i always enjoy it. 

Gifts and Presence

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So in my last post i mentioned how i'd been feeling turned on and revved up and needy. It had become this clawing, distracting fire that was driving me crazy. Sir gifted me with the opportunity to, shall we say, move past that burning ache.

And oh, it was good..... i was so fired up that it didn't take long to climax, but at the same time, i also felt like it wasn't enough. Sir allowed me to cum 3 times, in quick succession, and i was very grateful for His generosity. And yet - and yet - i still felt like i had another one in me, another orgasm just hovering on the edge, just out of reach, just enough to keep me slightly turned on. And i admit that usually, i like that. i enjoy the feeling of simmering need, of slow desire curling through me, of being "ready to go" at any given moment.  

And that's where i've been the past couple days - simmering, knowing it's just below the surface, feeling that sweet slow ache and knowing that it is Sir's prerogative to stoke the flames, or not; to keep me on simmer, or let me burn, as He sees fit.

i will admit, i really enjoy it when He makes me burn for a bit before allowing the fire to be quenched. It is very satisfying to be sated, to be used up and wrung out and boneless from exhaustion.... but it's even better when He makes me wait for it.  :)

 

Jingle Bells and Ho, Ho, Hos

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Oh, my..... tis the season to be jolly, fa la la la la..... is it odd or weird or bizarre that i'm just feeling horny? LOL.

i know it was just a week or so ago that i had time with Sir, but i am a needy lil slut, i'm afraid. Our session went well, but was far too short, in my opinion. Or maybe it isn't so much that the sessions are too short, but that i feel they are too far apart. Yes, that is closer to the truth. 

i want. i need. i ache. i long to touch and be touched, to caress and be caressed, to taste and be tasted. i yearn to be used, to be tied up and strapped down and put through my paces and be told that i've done well. i have a deep desire to be validated; yes, that's the crux of the matter - i need to be seen and acknowledged and valued. i told you i am greedy. 

But oh, there's a hunger clawing inside me, a burning want for satiation. There's nothing quite so satisfying as a good, thorough fucking, a hot hard cock filling me and pounding me and sliding so easy because i'm just so damn wet - except, perhaps, to be eaten, riding a hot probing tongue, bucking into a warm wet mouth, gripping the sheets as i cum, flooding that tongue with my juices. And i can feel a deep needy throbbing between my legs now, just thinking about it. My heart is starting to race, and my fingers want to touch myself. Oh, my.  

Waiting

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So it's been several days since my morning with my Sir, and i'm feeling pretty good, mostly. More settled, less unsure, at any rate. i have to believe that's a good thing. Sir did say some things that made me wonder, but as nothing horrible has come to pass in the past 4 days, i'm letting go of the feeling that i'm waiting for the other shoe to drop. At least, that's the plan.

Waiting for what could be bad news just wears me out.

i mentioned that Sir really, really wants us to find a third party, a female, to join us in a play session. i've also mentioned that i'm not thrilled about it.  And i've also mentioned that i have agreed to at least look into it and then see what happens. So - i sent a quick message to someone that potentially matched the criteria that Sir has outlined. And i sent a photo of myself. i'm not comfortable with it, but i did say i would try .....

So, i'm tryng. And again, i wait to see what happens.

Reaffirmation

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As i had mentioned in my last post, Sir and i had some time scheduled for this morning. i am pleased to report that the appointment was kept, and Sir and i have worked through a great many of the issues which were coming between us. 

i was nervous when He arrived. i knew i had displeased Him, and i was a bit wary of His reaction to it.  And He was not shy about telling me that he was not happy with me. Gulp. Still, i believe that i made it clear - respectfully, of course - that i was not trying to walk away or to deny His claim of ownership. And i feel that He heard me, really heard me. And i feel better about it. 

Once Sir decided that i was being sincere, He started our session. i was made to assume my positions - all four of them - and i had to recite my devotion, twice, for Him. i don't feel that i am stepping out of bounds when i say that i'm quite sure He did that purposefully, so that i would hear myself pledging my obedience and my devotion to Him. i had no problem with it, as i do mean it. And it makes me feel happy to know that Sir knows i mean it, as well.

Sir made use of His property, fingering it, fucking it, making sure that i well knew exactly whose property i am. There was a short lesson/example on the stimulating quality of pain - just a little, mind you - and this body responded wholeheartedly to it. Sir commented more than once about how sloppy-wet His pussy became as He played with it. Sir's fingers pressed and plunged and prodded and stroked and filled His pussy, while His voice filled my ears with His claims, His assertions, His rights of ownership. Sir's cock filled this mouth, pushing into my throat, gagging and choking me, but that was all right. And Sir's cock stretched and opened and filled His property, both pussy and ass, so that there was no denying exactly who owns it all. And when Sir was finished, i had the honor of cleaning off His cock with my tongue.

And then we talked. And no, i'm still not thrilled about certain things. However, i am more at ease with the direction Sir has laid out for us, and while i would like to have foreknowledge of what He has planned, i am trying to relax in His promise to keep me safe. i have agreed to work on the tasks He has set for me, and trust that His plan will not bring me harm. i have a lot of learning to do, i know. For me, it comes down to this - when Sir asked me, rather wryly, what He should do with me, i replied, "Keep me." 

 

A Change in Plans.....

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So there's been a change in  plans..... Sir and i did not get our Friday playtime, but we are rescheduled for Monday, instead.

And i am relieved, because it's my fault that things fell through.

i have shared that Sir has been pressing me to find a female partner, and i am reluctant. Well, make that, violently opposed. i don't like it, i don't want to, i'm not anywhere near ready to accept it, and i told Sir about my objections. i cannot stress to you, my readers, how serious i am about this. the very idea makes me sick to my stomach.

As you can imagine, Sir was less than pleased with my stubborn refusal, and we had a difficult conversation. This led to Friday's cancellation. i was afraid, actually, that Sir would decide He was done with me. and i KNOW that subs, by definition, are subject to their Dom's commands. i'm not trying to reverse roles or push the boundaries or play a game with this. i seriously, seriously object.

Suffice it to say, it was very painful. i knew that Sir was highly displeased. i admitted to Him that i was afraid of His reaction. And the next day, when i informed Him as usual about completing my morning ice cube task, He asked my why i had done it. And i told Him the truth - that i am not trying to walk away, i am not looking to discontinue our arrangement; i still wear His collar, and i still want permission to keep wearing it. 

Luckily for me, Sir believes that i am sincere in my desire, and He is granting me an audience so that we can share some time together. i know He will see that i truly do wish to remain His.