Happy Birthday to me

--- explicit sexual situations ---



Ah, yes, my birthday. I'm probably too old for cake and balloons and prettily-wrapped presents, though I will admit, I still really like those things. But I took the day off to pamper myself, and that's exactly what I plan to do.

I enjoy a quiet, lazy morning, waking up when I'm rested, and not to the alarm. I relax on the couch for a nice long while, sipping my way through two cups of coffee with flavored creamer - white chocolate raspberry, mmm - and playing crossword games online. I give myself a pedicure, and paint my toenails a playful orange hue. I grab a late breakfast - a chocolate-chip waffle smeared with peanut butter and some vanilla yogurt. With my tummy full, I settle back on the couch and check my email. I smile when I see several birthday wishes waiting for me, and take the time to read each one.

By this point my nail polish is fully dry, so I wander to the bathroom and fill the tub, the water as hot as I can stand it. I ease into the water, hissing at the heat of it, which almost hurts, but I love it. Once I'm seated, I have to prop my feet up on the side, above the water, as it's too hot with my feet submerged. My skin has reddened already, and as I get used to the heat, I inch down until I am reclining in the tub. Aaahhhhh. Bliss.

I soak for a long while, until the water has nearly cooled. Then I scrub up and shave. There. All smooth, all squeaky-clean, all fragrant and relaxed. And wrinkly. Hmmm. After drying off, I slather my skin with lotion, and wait for it to absorb before pulling on simple white cotton panties and a white tank top. It's simple, comfy, and exactly what I want on my day off. 

I nestle back on the couch with a fresh cup of coffee, flipping through the TV channels until I get to  SyFy, where a tacky grade-B creature flick is playing. I love these - mutant animals terrorizing the local population until the resident geek/nerd/outcast comes up with a crazy plan to save the day, and in the process, gets the girl.

The body count is at an even dozen, and the hero is being pursued by a giant spider with acid-soaked silk, when the doorbell rings. So I leave the movie running and answer the door. I know some would be reluctant to open the door in just their underwear, but hey, it's my birthday, and I'm in my own home, and I didn't invite anyone over, so I feel justified. I pull the door open, then step back in surprise; there on my front stoop is my Master.  And no, I was not expecting to see Him. 

I walk backwards, pulling the door open wide and inviting Master inside. I know I have a stupid grin on my face, but damn, I am happy to see Him. 

"Hello, Kitten," He says.

"Welcome, Master," I reply.

And then He takes charge. "Position 2," He commands, and I peel off my clothes and drop to my knees, sitting up tall and lacing my hands behind my head. He closes the door, then circles me, stopping in front of me and cupping my chin in His hand, tipping my head back until I meet His eyes.

"Happy birthday," He says.

"Thank you, Master," I say. And then, "I'm really glad to see you."

He says nothing, merely smiles, but there's a gleam in His eye that makes me simultaneously nervous and excited. A shiver moves through me and my heart rate picks up speed.

My knees are beginning to ache a bit, and He tells me to assume Position 4. I unlace my hands and shift my weight forward, resting my face and shoulders on the floor and reaching back to grasp my ass cheeks with my hands. It feels good to stretch, I admit, and I close my eyes and just breathe. Then Master reaches down and taps my back sharply, and I open my eyes. 

"You need to be in this position when I return, Kitten," He tells me. 

"Yes, Master," I say. And then, He is gone down the hall. I close my eyes and breathe, and try to relax. Faintly, I can hear some muted sounds from down the hall, but I can't really tell what's going on. And it's all right. Master will let me know in His good time. 

Perhaps 10 minutes later -  I'm not really sure, as I am a terrible judge of time, but my legs are feeling kind of numb - I hear Master's footsteps coming back toward me. A thrill of anticipation ripples through me, and I tense a little bit when He stops by my side. He reaches down and strokes my back, once, twice, a third time, and I feel myself relax. He tells me to stand, so I do, wobbling a bit on sore knees and wincing as the blood flows through my calves, giving them that pins-and-needles feeling. When I am steady, Master speaks again, directing me to move to my bedroom and then wait for Him. 

As I step through the bedroom door, I can see Master's cane propped against the foot board,  a candle burning on the night stand, my anal plug, lube, and Smartballs laid out on a small towel. He has not told me what to do, exactly, so I assume Position 1 - kneeling, with my head bowed and my hands resting palms-up on my knees. After just a few minutes, Master enters the room. I hear thump, and a clink, and then He says, "Good girl." And I smile.

He tells me to stand up and assume Position 3 - feet apart, hands clasped behind my back - and then He places a blindfold over my eyes. My heart speeds up in anticipation.  And when Master cups my breasts in His hands, I suck in a breath. He plays with the nipples, pinching and tweaking and rubbing them, and they perk up and stiffen and grow taut. He pulls on them a bit, too, stretching them, and I wince a little when His play becomes uncomfortable. He cups the right breast and slaps it, hard, three times, and then treats the other breast in the same manner. I know I will have finger-shaped bruises after that.

My breathing is slightly erratic, coming in shallow pants, and He leans down and bites my shoulder. I wince and moan, because it hurts, but again, I know I will bear a bruise, and I don't mind.

Master tells me to get up on the bed on my hands and knees, and He helps guide me, as I am still wearing the blindfold. Once I am in position, I hear Him moving around the room, and then the bed dips as He joins me. I hear a snap, like a cap being opened, and right after, I feel a cold, wet sensation at my anus. I drop my head to my arms and shift my knees apart, allowing Master easier access. I feel His finger breach me, and it's uncomfortable, but not painful. After a few moments, the finger is gone, and replaced by something larger, slick and cold. He's working the plug into my ass. I try to help by pushing back and trying to relax, so that insertion is easier, but God, I hate this thing. I always have, because it hurts every time, and I almost always bleed. It takes several minutes - and I am grateful that He takes His time, easing me open little by  little - but at last, the plug is seated, and I am left with the stretched full heavy feeling of the plug. 

Master begins to play with the plug, holding it by the base and making little thrusting motions, so that it begins to slide in and out of my ass. It is not pleasant at first, as I'm still pretty tight around it, but gradually it goes from painful and harsh to more open and slick, and eventually I almost begin to enjoy it. Almost. When I am about as open and relaxed as possible, Master slowly eases the plug all the way out, and then His cock is right there, pushing inside, and again, I push back and try to take Him as deep as I can.

This is still a little uncomfortable, but way better than the plug, and when Master begins to fuck me, I push back against Him, taking Him balls-deep. We rock for several minutes, His thrusts coming harder and harder, and the bed is shaking and He is moaning a little, and I am panting and moaning, myself.  His fingers grip my hips as He slams into me, and again, I will sport bruises from His powerful hold. Eventually, though, He thrusts in one final time and cums inside me, pushing in as deep as He possibly can and then giving a series of short shallow thrusts as He rides His climax out. He lets Himself drape over my back, not putting all His weight on me, but leaning enough, and I revel in the skin-to-skin contact while He pants and recovers. And when He pulls out, I whine in protest and try to follow, but He just laughs at me. 

I sit back on my heels and reach to remove the blindfold, so I can see Him, as it is my happy task to clean His cock after sex, but He stops me and tells me to get back on my hands and knees. I am puzzled, but I obey, and mere moments later I let out a hiss as hot wax drizzles across my lower back and down over my ass. Aahhh, it burns, but it's so good, and I vocalize short gasping whines with each splash and drip. When the wax is gone, the bed shifts again as He places the candle back on the night stand, and I hear a clink. The next thing I know, I am shrieking in surprise and trying to shrink away from the abrupt searing cold of an ice cube. Contrasted with the heat of the melted wax, the cold burns, and it's more painful to me than the wax was, truly. He rubs the ice all over my lower back, though, along my spine, then as that cube melts to nothingness, He applies a fresh cube to my ass cheeks and down the crack of my ass. I'm panting in earnest, now, as the cold makes me flinch.

Suddenly He pushes me, and I tilt over. His hands grab my hips and pull me to my back, the dried wax flaking off onto the sheets as He slides me to the edge of the bed. And before I can catch my breath or orient myself to this new position, He has buried His face between my legs and is feasting on me. Oh, fuck, yes! I love this, and now I am shrieking for a whole different reason. His tongue is relentless, His hands holding my hips firmly, and already I can feel my orgasm rushing to meet me. It's hard and fast and glorious, and in what seems like no time at all, I am screaming out, bucking into His mouth, flooding His tongue with my juices as He licks and slurps and laps at me, and even though it's almost too much, almost too soon, and almost too harsh, He pulls a second climax from me. Thisone almost hurts, truly, but it's so good!

I collapse to the bed, shaking and panting, gasping for breath, feeling all flushed and spent and too warm, but completely sated and oh, so satisfied. He peels the blindfold off, and I blink rapidly, allowing my eyes to adjust to the light again.

"Happy birthday, Kitten," He says.

"Thank you, Master; thank you so much," I reply, and then I wait to see what else He has planned.

 

Sir's submissive, part 3

When i wake, i stretch and roll over, seeking the warmth of Master's body, frowning when i do not find it. i open my eyes to find Master staring at me, a look on His face that i cannot quite interpret. He is sitting on the bench, across from the bed. But He is not frowning, and does not appear upset, so i merely furrow my brow and blink as i wait for Him to speak to me.

"Have a nice nap?" He asks mildly. 

"Yes, Master; thank you," i reply.

He regards me for several long seconds, and i begin to squirm inside - have i done something wrong, without being aware of it? God, i hope not. And the He speaks.

"Come sit at My feet," He invites me, and i scramble off the bed. Before i can take a step, though, He puts up a hand to stop me.  "Crawl."

i drop to my hands and knees and crawl to Him, curling up next to His left foot, resting my head on His knee. His hand comes up and pets my head, His fingers combing through my hair, and we sit in content silence for a while, as Master flips through the TV channels before settling on a poker game. Poker. Ugh. But being close to Him is soothing, and smooths over any jagged pieces of my psyche, and i relax against His leg, closing my eyes and only half-listening to the TV.

After a while, though, Master sirs. He nudges my shoulder, and i sit up, away from His leg (damn! i was comfy there). He tells me to turn my back to Him, and i obey, scooting around on the floor. He reaches into His bag - and no, i didn't really pay attention to it before - and removes a strip of cloth. i have already closed my eyes before He says to, and He wraps the blindfold over my eyes and secures it in place, tilting my chin up to be sure i cannot see. And then He tells me to stand up. He has to steady me a bit, as my sense of balance is off, and He turns me so that i am facing Him. Then, He tells me to assume Position 4, and i clasp my hands behind my back and settle my weight squarely on both feet.

i hear a rustling, as though He is rummaging through His bag, and then i feel - well. i don't rightly know, exactly, but something with a sharp edge, or pointed edge, or something, traces a thin line over my breast, back and forth, down over the nipple. i shiver. it doesn't hurt, but i am keenly aware of it. The object moves to my other breast, and the same sensation appears. Then he gives both a reassurance and a warning - "Now remember, you are not being punished" - and then He cups my breast with one hand and slaps it sharply with the other. Ouch.  He slaps it two more times, and then lets it drop gently, and i feel the residual sting in my flesh. He cups the other breast and i tense a little, as i now know what's coming; and yes, He slaps the other breast, 4 times. i can't help my wince on the 4th blow, though, as it begins to sting rather fiercely. 

"Breathe," He commands, and i work to steady my breaths, inhaling slowly and then releasing the breath in a steady exhalation. It helps, some, and i relax a little. My hands are still clasped behind my back, and Master must approve of my reactions thus far, because He says, "Good girl, Kitten; good girl."

He reaches up and begins to play with the nipples, rolling them in His fingers and pinching them, and even though the pinching stings, i can't help the shiver that courses through me at the same time. He gives a harder pinch, and i suck in a breath on a gasp of discomfort. i feel another pinch, but this time it continues, and is then joined by another, next to it, and then a third. i pant a little, and He tells me again, to breathe, and i focus on my inhalations and exhalations, and the pain in my nipple seems to ease a bit. Master pinches the other nipple now, hard, and i wince, then the same 3 continuing pinches occur. i can tell there's some sort of clamp in use, but i'm not 100% sure of what it is. 

And then Master reaches between my legs, and applies these clamps, or whatever they are, to my pussy lips - 6 of them, if my counting is correct. Dear God they hurt. It's not a huge pain, not a stabbing pain, not a deep pain, but all those small pinches together are damned uncomfortable. Again, He tells me to breathe, and again, it helps.

He reaches between my legs, fingering my pussy, and gives a soft groan. i must be doing all right, because He says, again, "Good girl."

His fingers are still questing, rubbing over my clit, and i make a noise somewhere between pain and desire.

"You are soaking, just dripping,"He says.

He tells me to turn around, and i shuffle awkwardly in a circle until my back is to Him. i am nervous, and i'm twisting my fingers behind my back. He covers my hands with one of His, forcing my fingers into stillness. When i am still, He tells me to bend forward, and i obey.

"Can you count to 10, Kitten?" Master asks me, and i tell Him of course i can, Master.

The next thing i feel is the sharp sting of the cane biting into my ass cheek. Damn! 

"One," i say.

Another sharp blow with the cane lands on my bottom. "Two."

"Three."

"Four."

There is a small lull, and the next blow land on the opposite cheek. "Five."

"Six."

"Seven."

"Eight."

And then He stops. i remain bent over, panting lightly, waiting. 

"Stand up," He commands, and i straighten up as best i can. He tells me to play with my pussy, to rub myself, and then as i do, He strikes me with the cane again. i am not expecting it, and i jump at the sting. 

"I want you to cum," He says, and then smacks me with the cane again. i rub myself, hoping to bring myself off quickly, but He keeps striking me with the cane - and i do realize that He is not whaling on me, not at all, but the cane hurts sharply, and He is hitting me in the same spot every time, so that every blow hurts more and more. And i lose it - i shake my head, and He sees it.

"Yes, you can," He tells me, and then hits me again. But i can't, i really can't, and i shake my head again and let loose a great sob. There are tears in my eyes and i suddenly feel flushed and dizzy. Another blow with the cane, and my stomach rebels. i am going to be sick.

Master notices that something is wrong, and He puts the cane down and tells me to breathe. But i can't; i'm stuck in the pain and the impossible command, and i'm really going to be sick. Oh, God. i'm past trembling right into shaking, and i feel Master grab me to keep me steady. He helps me turn around, and through the haze in my brain i feel Him working quickly to remove all the clamps. In His haste though, some of them hurt sharply as He removes them, and i bite out a harsh, "Fuck!" Once the clamps are all gone, He pulls off the blindfold, and then takes my hands. i can't look at Him, i can't, and i lean forward and bury my face in His shoulder, and cry. 

Once my tears have mostly stopped, i sniffle, and He tugs at my hands, so i straighten up and meet His gaze. 

"Are you all right?" He asks, and i sniffle again and say, "Yes, Master."

He looks at me for a moment, then says, "No, you're not."

And fresh tears spring to my eyes and trail down my cheeks as i shake my head and repeat, "No, i'm not."

And Master sits there and lets me grip His hands for dear life, and even though i am not as overwhelmed as i was, i'm suddenly sure i have utterly failed Him, and that makes me even more miserable. i hang my head and close my eyes.

Very gently, He tells me to go lie down for a bit, and i shuffle off to the bed and settle myself, gingerly, as my abused skin makes contact with the sheets. And then there is silence, save for the muted sounds of the TV and my own sniffles. i must have really fucked up. So i lie there, miserable, and not at all sure what to do about it.

After a while Master comes and sits next to me on the bed. i turn to my side to face Hm, and wait.

And then, we talk. He helps me inspect the bruises on my breasts - and they are lovely, i must admit; i will have them for days. i thank Him for them. And He says - and this is balm to my hurting heart, truly - that He is not disappointed, that i have done well, that He is not upset with me in any way. And then, i have to blink away tears again, because i am so grateful. Sometimes i am still so unsure of myself ... then He tells me that this is not a sprint, it's a marathon, and i've come such a long way already. And i feel the tension in my body ease as He talks, and i am soothed and relieved and then, gradually, ready to try again.

 



 

 

Sir's submissive, part 2

Sir has tasked me with creating a series of stories/scenarios about sexual situations. Some will be drawn from past events, some will be things i'd like to have happen, and some will be pure fiction, spun from my imagination and best left there. LOL.


My Master allows me to rest and recover for a while, and it isn't too long until my muslces relax and i feel all loose and melty and sleepy. And then Master tells me to sit up, and i pull myself into a loose lotus position on the bed. He commands me to remove my collar, and i obey - but inside i'm wondering what's going on, as i have worn His token for quite a while now, and i feel odd without it.

Master holds out His hand, and i drop the chain into His palm. He tells me to close my eyes, and as soon as i obey, i feel the bed shift as Master stands up. i hear Him walk around the room a bit, and then He returns - i can hear that He stops next to me. Even so, i startle when i feel His touch at my throat. He tells me to tip my head back, and i can feel something sliding over my head and around my neck, something wider and much heavier, and cold, as well. It feels like a collar, a metal choke chain.  When He has finished, He tells me to open my eyes. i look up and meet His gaze. He is looking at me and not quite smiling, but i get the feeling He is pleased.

"You are my pet," He says. "and you will be My pet until I tell you differently. Do you understand?"

Now honestly, i have no idea what is going to happen now, but there's no way i'm going to fail Him in this.  So i look Him square in the eyes, and say, simply, "Yes, Master." And then i wait.

He sits on the bed again, next to me, and then He orders me off the bed and onto the floor, so i slide down and sit at His feet, my head resting on His knee. His hand comes up and absently pets my hair, and even before i realize i'm doing it, my head tilts into His hand. When He stands and moves to the couch to watch TV for a bit, i follow on my hands and knees (and damn the rug burn!), then settle at His feet again. When i get tired of sitting, i lie down, curled on my side, but still resting at my Master's feet.  i am quietly resting, almost drowsing, when Master speaks to me again.

"Kitten," He says, and i sit up and look at Him, but i do not speak.  He smiles in approval, then reaches under a pillow and retrieves a simple chain-link leash. He reaches out and snaps the leash onto the collar, then stands and walks around the room, leading me by the leash. We circle the room several times, and my knees are getting kind of sore, as they rub against the hotel carpet. i stop when Master stops, and move when He moves, and only once does He have to correct me for failing to move as quickly as He does. One tug on the leash, tightening the collar, and i do not want to repeat that experience. 

Eventually, He moves into the bathroom and the cold of the tiles on my bare skin makes me hiss. He orders me into the tub, and i climb over the side, then kneel, wincing at the cold of the porcelain as it seeps into my skin and makes me shiver. He leans in and unclips the leash, then drops it to the floor, and i know what's coming next. i settle myself as comfortably as i can, and still, i don't speak. All i do is close my eyes, tilt my head back, and open my mouth.

"Good girl," i hear Him say. In another minute or so - long enough that my knees are aching and my toes are feeling numb - i feel the first warm drops hit my cheek. i turn my head to catch the flow in my mouth, and i swallow and swallow as the stream keeps coming, and it overflows my mouth and cascades down my chin, even as i keep my mouth open and swallow and swallow some more. 

When He finishes, i open my eyes, and Master tells me to shower quickly and then return to the bed. i hasten to obey, soaping up and rinsing off as quickly as i can, while still being sure to wash all traces of urine from my face. Master has not told me to take off the choke collar, though, so i rinse it, too, and then towel off. i crawl out to the bed on my hands and knees - remember, Master has not told me that i am no longer His pet. At Master's command, i climb on the bed and lie on my back. He binds my hands above my head and somehow attaches the lead end of the choke collar to the bonds, so that if i pull too hard on them, i end up choking myself. This could be - interesting, as i do tend to pull hard against my restraints.

And then Master dives in, and rewards me for my obedience, and His mouth is hot and wet against my pussy. i gasp and squeal and buck up into His mouth. God, i love this, love when He eats me, love His lips and tongue and mouth. i pull on my bonds and the collar tightens, and i choke and cough. Master reaches up and makes sure the collar is loose, and then returns to His feast. i flex my hands into fists, relax them, and flex them again. i don't want to choke myself again, but damn, i need some way of releasing the tension building inside me. i cry out as a particularly strong wave of desire frissions though me, and i feel my body tense and shiver.

Master lifts His mouth from my dripping pussy, and slips two fingers inside me. i gasp and moan as His fingers quest and twist, and i rock my hips and ride His fingers. And then He speaks to me, His voice low and insistent.

"You are Mine," He says, His voice is nearly a growl. "I own you, ALL of you, because you have given yourself to Me. And you want it, don't you, Kitten? You like that I own you, don't you?"

And even though i am still in pet mode, i answer Him verbally, with "Yes, Master! Yes, i like it, i want it."

Master lowers His mouth back to my pussy and sucks on my clit, and my back bows and i cry out as my climax sweeps over me. My hips rise off the bed and grind into His mouth as i flood His tongue with my juices, and my inner muscles contract hard and squeeze His fingers. When the wave has passed and i relax on the bed, panting harshly, Master slips His fingers free and offers them to me to clean.  i suckle them, making sure to fully clean them for Him, and my tongue wraps around His fingers even as He pulls them away. He reaches up and releases my bonds, lifting the collar over my head and off, and i rub my wrists, easing the ache caused by the bonds.

i'm almost sorry to see the collar removed, i admit; there are certainly worse ways to spend my time than as Master's cherished pet. But right now, i am so very tired, and i curl up on my side and slip into a doze.

Sir's submissive, part 1

---- explicit sexual situations ---

Sir has tasked me with creating a series of stories/scenarios about sexual situations. Some will be drawn from past events, some will be things i'd like to have happen, and some will be pure fiction, spun from my imagination and best left there. LOL.


Sir has planned a 2-day encounter, a time for me to focus solely on my position of willing service, and for Him to assert and affirm His ownership of me.  i admit that my focus has been wavering as of late - i feel pulled in too many directions, and i'm losing sight of what Sir expects and deserves from me.

When i arrive at the hotel Sir has chosen, the door is ajar. i knock, and Sir tells me to enter. i am casually dressed, and i have a handbag with me, filled with toys and lubes, and Sir's cane is in my hand. i shut the door behind me, dropping the bag on the floor, and leaning the cane against the wall. i cross the room and drop to my knees at Sir's feet, next to teh couch where He is sitting. My heart is hammering in my chest; i am a bundle of nerves today. i know Sir has an intense time planned, and i am nervous about my ability to fulfill His requests. 

Sir's hand comes to rest on my head, and i instinctively close my eyes and tilt my head into His palm, seeking comfort and grounding from Him. 

"Hello, Kitten," He says at last, and i open my eyes to meet His. "Are you ready for Me?"

It seems innocuous, but He is serious. If i'm not fully committed to this encounter, we may as well pack it in now.  And because it is so serious, i wait several seconds before i reply in the affirmative. And then Sir shakes things up a bit - He tells me i am to call Him Master. And that seems to kick the intensity up, right from the get-go.  i swallow, then draw a deep breath, and try to mentally center myself so that right here, this room, this man, are all that i see or feel or think about.

"Position 3," Master says, and i scramble to my feet, pulling my shirt and bra off and sliding out of my pants and underwear. i pull my socks off, then plant my feet shoulder-width apart, my back straight, my eyes looking straight ahead, my hands clasped behind my back. 

"You remembered," He says, with approval, and i smile at even that tiny bit of praise. His hand reaches up and cups one breast, and i suck in my breath at the frisson of desire that curls through me with that simple touch. This is what i have missed, have longed for, have craved. His fingers swirl around my nipple, then begin to twist and tweak and pinch, and i sway on my feet. "Relax, Kitten; we have lots of time," He chides me, and i let out a quiet, nervous laugh. Master is right, of course. i have nothing to worry about or concern myself with other than following my Master's directives.

His fingers give my nipple one final sharp twist, and i gasp. His hand trails down over my stomach and then His fingers quest between my legs. In a matter of only moments, i can feel my juices running to coat His fingers, and i can hear how sloppy-wet i am as His fingers rub over my pussy. (And yes, it really is HIS pussy, as He owns it, as He owns all that i am, but for clarity's sake, i refer to my body parts as mine when i write.) Two of His fingers slide inside me and i groan, and my legs tremble. His fingers are sliding over my clit now, rubbing hard and digging in, and my body bends forward of it own volition. He snaps at me to stand up, and i hurry to pull myself back up right, but goddamn, it is difficult when those fingers of His are still digging into me. My legs are shaking as i fight to remain standing tall, but i'm wobbling on my feet.

"Are you going to cum for me, Kitten?" He asks. Oh, fuck, yes, and it's not going to be much longer, either. i moan loudly, and tell my Master i'm getting close, and then He pulls His fingers free and rubs then over my lips. i open my mouth, and suck His fingers, cleaning my juices from them. i am panting hard and my body is buzzing with the tension of my denied climax. And Master knows that. 

"I think it would be a very good idea for you to suck My cock", He says then, and i drop to my knees with a "Yes, Master" - and thank God, because my legs did not want to hold me up any more. i pull His cock into my mouth and suckle Him, rolling my tongue over Him and feeling Him swell. i grip the base of His cock with my hand, but He chides me and tells me to take all of Him, so i remove my hand and push my head down farther, forcing His cock to the back of my throat and totally gagging myself. And before He can say it, i work Him in and out of my mouth, loudly, with lots of noise and suction and "mmm" sounds, letting Him know that i enjoy His cock and want to please Him.  The noises coming from Master' throat indicate that He is enjoying my efforts.

Master's hand comes to rest on my head, and He grabs the back of my head and forces Himself deep into my throat, gagging me again, and my stomach muscles contract and heave and i'm dangerously close to vomiting, but i tear my head away and suck in some noisy breaths, willing my stomach to settle, and then i suckle His cock again. After a few more minutes Master pulls me away. i remain on my knees, looking up at Him, waiting to hear what He has to say. He tells me to retrieve His cane, and to go lie on the bed, face down. i get up, stiffly, as my knees do not want to cooperate with me, and do as i have been told. 

Master positions a pillow under my hips, then ties my hands to the headboard, above my head and slightly out to the sides. My face is turned to the side, and i know what's coming, and i'm nervous about it, so i'm a bit tense. i can hear the "whoosh" and the whistle of displaced air as Master snaps the cane, testing its weight and flexibility. He touches it to my ass, gently, and it feels cold on my skin. i do my best to relax, and then it starts - there's a swish, and a crack as the cane connects with my ass, and i jump at the sting and hiss with the sharpness of it. 

"One, Master," i manage to say, and Master says back, "Good girl."

There's another swish, and a sharper crack, and i jump and hiss again. "Two, Master."

With the third strike, my back bows and i pull at my bonds, seeking some kind of balance to offset the fire beginning to bloom across my ass.   "Three, Master."

The fourth blow is harsher yet, and this one moves from a mere sting to actual hurt, and i cry out and wriggle, seeking to adjust my position.  "Four, Master."

Another swish, a crack, a loud cry of discomfort. "Five, Master."

Then, to my surprise, Master stops. He unties my hands, and i rub my wrists and roll to my side, pulling the pillow out from underneath me. Master tells me to scoot down to the end of the bed and to kneel on my hands and knees. My ass is throbbing, and i have to wonder if i am sporting stripes yet, because i feel the skin pulling as i move into position. Master moves behind me, and one hand smooths down my back while the other presses between my legs and rubs over my pussy. i can tell i'm wet, and Master presses a finger inside me, pumping me and making sure to thoroughly coat His finger. He pulls the wet digit free and presses it into my ass, slowly, encouraging my ass to open for Him and to loosen and relax around His finger. 

When He feels i'm ready, He pulls His finger free and then presses His cock into my pussy, wetting it, coating it, lubing it, before lining up and pressing slowly into my ass. i wriggle and push back, trying to help, and i feel every centimeter of His cock, i swear, as it pushes past the ring of muscle. It burns, it hurts, and i groan and shift and try to become more comfortable, and then after a minute or two, the burning eases and the fullness begins to feel good. i let out a breath i wasn't even aware i was holding, and when Master begins to thrust, i rock back against Him. 

Master's pace increases and the bed rocks and creaks beneath me. i moan and whine, and i can hear Master's own groans and sighs behind me. i grip the sheets in my fists as i feel myself bearing down, the first flutterings of my growing climax beginning to build in my stomach. Master reaches around and rubs my clit, and i cry out again and buck into His hand. Sweat breaks out on my skin and my fingers curl even deeper into the sheets. i drop my head and grind back against my Master, my ass feeling sore as Master pounds into me, my ass cheeks feeling stretched and almost bruised. My knees are beginning to chafe as they slide over the sheet, but i don't care, i don't care, i'm caught up in the clawing need in my belly and the cock buried in my ass, owning it, owning me.

My cries rise in pitch, and Master - in a voice both commanding and choked, if that's even possible - tells me to let Him know when i'm close. i gasp out a "Yes, Mas-Master," between pants and noisy breaths, and then, there it is - that moment when climax is imminent and all my muscles begin to tighten in anticipation. 

"Master," i get out, "i'm gonna - i'm gonna - "

"Tell me," He demands. "Louder! Tell me!"

i can't think; i can barely summon the words to tell my Master what He wants to know. "Master! i'm - i'm cumming. i'm cumming ... ahhh!"  My voice trails away in a wail and my body locks up, spasms, bears down as my climax swirls through me. My muscles all tighten and squeeze, and i feel my ass clamping down on Master's cock. He gives a final mighty thrust and, with a muffled shout, empties Himself in me, His cock erupting and filling my ass with His cum. i rest heavily on my hands and knees, my muscles relaxing and feeling all rubbery and soft. Master pulls His cock free and i groan, my ass feeling all stretched and empty now. He lies on the bed next to me, on His back, and i swivel on my knees so i can engulf His still-hard cock in my mouth, cleaning Him off and collecting the dribbles and drops of His cum which are still leaking from His cock. i don't stop until i'm sure He's done, and completely clean. At the point, i drop to my side, still panting and shaky. 

And this is just the beginning - we have this day and all night to go, and i am sure that my Master has many plans for me. But for right now, i melt into the bed and bask in this feeling of sated contentment.  





  

A Timeout for a Thought or Two, Part 2 :)

--- frank  discussion ---


So it's been mentioned to me that perhaps I ought to share some of my recent thoughts, especially as they relate to this journey I've undertaken, this path to discovering grace in submission, strength in obedience, power in service.

And it is definitely a journey for me. I cannot say I've arrived at the end of the path - hell, I have a long way to go! But I do think I am making progress, growing closer to my goal, becoming more willingly, more completely submissive. 

I believe that I argue less, that I am less apt to immediately say NO to certain suggestions. For example, I would never ever in a million years have said that there was any way on Earth that even the slightest discomfort could possibly be arousing. And yet I find that being bitten, or having my nipple tweaked, or even a sharp spank or two makes my juices flow. I am looking forward to being flogged, now, and while I'm still nervous about being caned - as I think there's much potential for that to become a full-on thrashing - I am willing to experience it, with my Sir whom I trust. 

I know, too, that I am not yet fully immersed in the lifestyle, by which I mean, I am not yet ready to be completely submissive on a 24/7 basis. And there are many factors at play in that, but as long as I know I'm not yet ready, then I have a target to shoot for, and that's how I know I have much, much more learning and growing and discovering to do. The daily tasks that Sir has assigned me - my nightly devotion, my morning wearing of the Smartballs (and I have discovered that I kind of like them), even the writing of this blog, are designed to help me spend more time focusing on my choice, training me to follow commands, even when I find them inconvenient or puzzling. And of course, my collar is an ever-present reminder, a visible, tangible token of my status. I see it in the bathroom mirror, I feel it when I shift and move, and when I have to adjust the clasp or untangle my hair from the chain. 

And some things are still hard for me. And some things will continue to be, for a while yet. But as I said, I do believe I am growing closer to being truly submissive, and I'm still on the journey, still wanting to learn and grow and be, and still working to merge the diverse sides of me into a cohesive soul.  

Happy Birthday

--- explicit sexual situations ---

Sir has tasked me with creating a series of stories/scenarios about sexual situations. Some will be drawn from past events, some will be things i'd like to have happen, and some will be pure fiction, spun from my imagination and best left there. LOL.




It is Sir's birthday today, and i have planned a surprise for Him. i can only hope He is pleased with my choice.

When Sir arrives, i greet Him at the door, then step back and drop into Position 1. With my head bowed and eyes lowered, i hear Him close the door and then step in front of me.  i am clad in one of Sir's favorite outfits - a simple white tank with silky white panties. He doesn't yet know it, but i am also wearing my Smartballs, internally. In the bedroom i have 2 candles burning, and an ice bucket rests next to the bed. There's another surprise waiting, as well, but i don't want to give the game away just yet.

Sir uses a finger to tip my chin up, and i meet His eyes.

"Hello, Kitten," He says.  "What's all this?"

"Happy Birthday, Sir," i reply. And He smiles. "Thank you," He says.

i forge ahead with my plan, hoping He will allow me the indulgence. And so, unprompted, i recite my daily devotion to Him.

"If it pleases You to have me kneel before You, i will kneel reverently.
If it pleases You to bind me, i will offer You my arms.
If it pleases You to touch me, i will allow myself to be touched.
If it pleases You to teach me, i will learn all i can.
If it pleases You to discipline me, i will accept it without a sound.
If it pleases You to have me serve You, i will serve with dignity, devotion, and loyalty."

When i finish, i look up at Sir's face, and find that He is staring at me intently - not upset, but focused. He's trying to figure out what i'm doing, i'm sure. 

"Will You come to the bedroom with me?" i ask. 

"Yes," He says, and then falls silent. i remain in place, waiting. 

"You may rise," He says then, and i relax my legs, rolling to my side and then scrambling to my feet. My knees are a bit sore, but not too bad. i lead the way down the hall, and step into the bedroom, with Sir right behind me. When He enters the room, He stops short, as i step to the side and reveal our former playmate C waiting on the bed.  She is similarly clad in only panties and a silky tank top, and she is sitting in a relaxed lotus position, though it cannot be said that she is merely lounging. 

Sir turns and looks at me, and all i can say is, once more, "Happy Birthday, Sir."

He takes over then - of course He does, as is proper - and directs C to shed her clothing and lie on hr back. i am instructed to join her on the bed, and following Sir's directive, i fasten my mouth over her nipple and suckle it, lapping my tongue over it, feeling it pebble on my tongue. When it is a stiff peak, i give it a quick nip, which makes C shudder, and move to the other nipple, giving it the same attention. She lets out a breathy "mmmm", and shifts on the bed. Sir sits on the side of the bed and His fingers quest between C's legs, rubbing along her clit, pressing into her pussy, pumping into her and making her moan and squirm.

Sir then tells me to scoot down and pay attention to C's wet pussy. i can smell how aroused she is, and when i bend my head and give her a slow lick, she shivers and presses her hips up. She tastes both sweet and tangy, and her juices run freely over my tongue. Sir shifts up on the bed and reaches around to pull my panties down, tugging them off my hips and then down each leg and finally, all the way off. He reaches to finger me, now, and i have to smile against C's cunt when His fingers find and then tug experimentally on the cord to the Smartballs. i can feel them move inside me as He begins to tug them free, but my muscles are holding on tight and He has to really pull. i open my legs a bit in an effort to ease their passage, but i still groan with discomfort when the first ball stretches me open on its way out. The second ball comes free more easily, but i still wince as it pops out.

The balls are covered with my juices, as they have been worn for about 4 hours now, and He reaches across my body and offers them to C. She is panting and wriggling, but she takes them and licks them clean for Sir. He drops them to the floor, then tells me to leave C, strip off my tank top, and lie on my back. He tell C to kneel next to me, and i watch as she arranges herself by my side. Sir retrieves one of the candles and gives it to C, directing her to drizzle the hot wax on me. i close my eyes and wait for that first drop of hot wax to sear my skin. When it comes, i hiss, because it burns, it burns, but i like it. C begins to create an abstract pattern on my skin with the wax, sometimes creating a small pool, sometimes drizzling it in long thing strings. And it burns, and is so very hot, and i hiss and jump and moan and get so fucking wet over it. 

Once C has used all the available wax, Sir tells her to use the other candle as well, and i am soon covered with long stringy threads of cooling wax. My skin beneath the wax is reddened and warm, and i am panting and gripping the sheets because i am so turned on. But Sir throws a wrench in my quest for a climax, and tells C and me to switch our positions. i groan in frustration, but roll to my side, leaving space for C to stretch out on the bed, and i move to her side. Sir hands me the bucket of ice and tells me to fill C's pussy with the frozen cubes. For a moment i am jealous, as i like this, too, but then i do what Sir has told me, and i slip one ice cube inside her cunt. It slips in so easily, as she is wet, and i press it in deep. She moans a little, and i can empathize - it's very cold, so cold it burns a bit. I press a second cube inside her, and she huffs out a breath and shifts her hips. 

With the third cube, i am pushing harder, as the ice isn't melting as quickly and this cube meets resistance. i can feel the icy melted water being squeezed out around my fingers as i work the fourth cube inside her, and she moans louder. Sir tells me to use one more cube, so i push and press and push some more to get it in there. C shifts more, and i know there's a pool of cold water forming under her hips. Sir tells me to taste her again, and when my tongue laps over her clit, she arches up into my mouth. Her juices are thinned with the water, and are cold when they meet my tongue. i set to work on her pussy, lappingmy tongue over her, then pressing two fingers inside her. Her inner walls are cold, and i can feel the remains of the ice cubes in there, but as i pump her, they melt and flow over my fingers. 

Sir comes behind me, then, and His fingers come between my legs now, rubbing over my clit and finger-fucking me, and the bed rocks and squeaks with our combined movements. i'm riding Sir's fingers, and C is riding mine, and Sir sinks His teeth into my shoulder, which makes me groan and shudder, and Sir's voice is in my ear, telling His Kitten to cum for Him, and i am helpless to do anything but obey Him. i give a loud cry as i climax, squeezing Sir's fingers, bucking back against him, and i am vaguely aware of C's own cry and tensed muscles. When my trembling eases, i collapse to the bed, and C is lying near me, my hand resting on her leg. Bur Sir prods me, making me get back on my hands and knees, and i feel His cock probing, then pushing sharply into my pussy. i'm still sensitive, and i groan and shudder, and then Sir is fucking His pussy, owning His property, and all i can do is grip the sheets and meet His thrusts and ride His cock and moan and cry out and revel in the feeling of being owned and used and mastered by my Sir.

i feel Sir's thrusts becoming erratic, and i know He is getting close, so i squeeze my inner muscles on His cock, which makes Him groan. He grips my hips hard when He cums and presses in as deep as He can go. My arms and legs are shaking, my pussy is filled with Sir's cum, and He has gifted me with finger-shaped bruises on my hips. When at last He relaxes and pulls out, i spin around on my knees and pull His cock into my mouth, lapping up any stray drops of cum, cleaning Him off thoroughly. Then i fall to the mattress, curling on my side and pressing close to Sir's side, staking my own claim on Him, as long as He allows it. i think C is lying on Sir's other side, maybe, but right now i don't care. Sir's hand is carding through my hair, my body is humming and sated, and i am content.   
 

Tipping Point

---- explicit sexual situation; may be disturbing for some readers ----


Sir has tasked me with creating a series of stories/scenarios about sexual situations. Some will be drawn from past events, some will be things i'd like to have happen, and some will be pure fiction, spun from my imagination and best left there. LOL.


I am late coming home today; things at work went pear-shaped this afternoon and I had to stay well past my usual quitting time to work it out. But at last, things are under control, and I pull into the driveway and make my way to the door. I step inside, grateful to be home, and kick my shoes off to pad in my stocking feet to the kitchen. All I want right now is a nice big glass of wine, and then, a long soak in my tub. Bliss.

I turn the corner into the kitchen and before I can blink, I'm slammed into the wall. I don't even have time to scream before a hand clamps over my mouth and a tall body presses me into the wall. I am freaking out, hyperventilating through my nose, bucking and twisting and trying to duck and kicking back with my foot - anything I can do to get away from whoever is holding me. My mind is racing; no one is supposed to be here! How did they even get in? And most importantly - how the hell am I going to get out of this??   

A hand comes around and spans my throat, closing off my air and making me panic. I fight to draw air, but I'm not strong enough, and my struggles fade as I black out.

I have no idea where I am or what time it is when I come to, but I am lying on a soft surface, most likely a bed. I've been blindfolded, though as far as I can tell, I'm not in any pain. But honestly, I'm so wired with adrenaline right now that I don't really know for sure. My hands are bound and stretched above my head; there's very little give when I tug on my bonds. I try to roll over, and that's when I realize my feet are bound, too, my legs held open by ropes or ties around my ankles and pulling toward the corners of the bed. Fuck!! What the hell have I gotten myself into?

Then I hear footsteps coming toward me. Shit!! I am frightened out of my mind, too scared to scream, my mouth too dry to swallow properly. I freeze, listening intently, trying to gauge how far away this person is, and if there's only one of them. Damn, damn, damn! This, I think in my panic, is just like one of those stupid movies, the ones where I always yell at the TV screen for the victim to fight. Now I realize that sometimes, you just can't. And I am nearly paralyzed.

The intruder steps into the room then, and I hear myself panting, great big harsh breaths, as I wait and wait and wait. Finally, the edge of the bed dips down, as the person sits on the edge of the mattress. Only one. Well, so far. And then, something sharp touches my side. With a start, I realize that I have no clothes on! How the hell did I miss that before??

I try to scoot away, but bound as I am, about all I accomplish is a slight wriggle to the side. That isn't going to help me. Then the sharp thing touches me again, and I recognize the tip of a knife. At least, that's what I imagine it to be. It's cold, like metal, and small, but very sharp. I don't think I've been cut at all, just lightly poked, but still - I am not having fun here. The knife - I call it that in  my head, as I can't think of what else it could be - moves down my side, leaving a trail of mild stinging pokes in its wake. It doesn't hurt, exactly, but I can't say as it's my favorite kind of sensation.

The knife then changes direction and moves up over my stomach, and I grow very still as it nears my chest. Oh my God, what the hell is this nutjob going to do to me? All the horror-movie scenarios in my head threaten to send me into a full-blown panic attack, when I realize the knife tip is circling my breasts, slowly, carefully, moving in to prick at my nipple. Again, it doesn't hurt, not really, but in my fear, I am hyper-sensitive, and I gasp aloud. The knife halts, then starts moving again, and the tip moves and pricks the other nipple. I gasp again, as it's a very small, quick, tiny poke, but in such a delicate area, it feels huge.

The knife moves back down over my stomach, but it feels different. I think the person wielding the knife has flipped it over, so that the flat edge of the knife is pressing against my skin. Weirdly, that make me relax. I can't be cut with the flat side. But the knife doesn't stop moving, and as it nears my groin, I start to panic again. Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God ..... And then I can breathe again, as it bypasses my pussy and moves down the inside of my thigh. And then - oh, how cruel!! - the knife gets flipped over, and I feel it cut me, a super-quick, shallow cut, but it's a cut nonetheless, and I flinch, say "Ow!" and try again, futilely, to move away. If this person has cut me once he (I feel sure it's a he) will have no hesitance about cutting me again, and I really really don't want this to continue. 

And then I swear my heart stops in my chest, as he leans over and fastens his mouth over the tiny cut he has made in my leg. I feel his lips moving against my skin, his tongue lapping over the cut, and in an odd, completely mental way, it's soothing. And then there's a sharp quick sting, and another flinch and cry of "Ow!" as he places another cut on my leg, this one a bit higher up, and again, he suckles it, lapping his tongue over it. And I, to my horror and embarrassment, find myself becoming turned on. A third tiny cut, another flinch, but my cry is less an "Ow!" and more of an "Aah." And when he closes his lips over my skin this time, I actually hum in my throat. I must be insane. I must be.

But the fourth time, I actually try to push up into his mouth, and my fate is sealed. His teeth nip at me, and I swallow a tiny moan. He leans over and works on my other leg, starting near my knee and working up, and up, four, no, five tiny slices with the knife, all of them followed by his mouth and lips and tongue. I'm wet, now, really wet, I can feel it. He switches back to the first leg and makes another little cut up high, dangerously close to my pussy, and I tense up, then relax when his tongues swipes over the cut. and then, oh, hallelujah, glorious sweet jesus, his lips fasten over my clit and he suckles me, and I'm bucking up and grinding into his mouth, pulling at my bonds, bruising my wrists and trying to free my ankles so that I can open my legs further. 

His hand slides down my leg and fumbles with the rope on my ankle, and somehow he manages to undo the knot, and my leg is free. I moan out loud and bend my knee, easing the ache in my hip, then open my leg wide, allowing him deeper access to my dripping cunt. I want him to bury his face in my pussy, to tongue-fuck me, to make me cum over his tongue. I plant my foot on the bed and buck up into his mouth, and then as he's eating me, I feel the tip of the knife cut my hip. It's a harsher cut this time, I can tell, but i'm in such a frenzy from his mouth on my pussy that I don't care. The knife pokes the underside of my thigh this time, a sharp sting, and I shudder and scream and cum, my hips rising off the bed as I flood his mouth. 

When i relax, my arms and shoulders are aching fiercely from the strain I put on them by pulling so hard on my bonds. My heart is thundering in my chest, and I am panting harshly. Worse, I have no idea where he has gone ..... 

Then a voice sounds in my ear, and I jump.

"Good girl, Kitten," He says. "You did well."

He removes my blindfold and I blink in the too-bright room. My Sir is leaning over me, the blindfold in His hand. Glancing down, I can see faint red trails on my torso, and by lifting my free leg, I can see four or five small red lines marred by a few little drops of blood. Now that I am coming off my high, I can feel all those little cuts as they begin to throb and sting and smart. When I meet Sir's eyes, He looks pleased, and I say, "Thank you, Sir. Thank you."