--- frank sexual discussion ---
So i've been thinking ......
i've been writing a lot of stories lately, and not talking so much about my thoughts or feelings or revelations or concerns. Some of what i write is a way to "try out" these situations; and some of them are purely for the exercise of writing, and not necessarily that i want to actually do them.
i really, really do not have a thing for pain. i do not think it's sexy or hot to be beaten.
And it concerns me ..... is this how some people find themselves in actual abusive relationships? Did things start out playfully, or sexually, and degenerate? It seems to me, it might be better never to start down that path, and so avoid the risk.
Because, hey, in the end, i have to look out for me, you know?
Wednesday, January 30, 2013
Tuesday, January 29, 2013
Play It Again, Sir
---- 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.
i'm out to lunch with a girlfriend when Sir sends me a text .... i am to meet Him at the door, with my cane, in my robe, and wearing His collar - and that's all. i read His message and smile.
When Sir arrives, He finds me waiting. i'm a little bit nervous, and my bare feet are a little cold, to be honest. My head is bowed, my eyes trained on the floor, my robe tied shut, the cane held loosely in my hand and resting on the floor. Sir steps through the door and stops in front of me. His finger comes to rest under my chin, forcing my head up, and i meet His eyes. His gaze is warm, and the butterflies in my stomach calm.
"Hello, Kitten," He says.
"Hello, Sir," i reply.
His finger trails from my chin, down my neck, and i shiver. He hooks His finger under the chain of His collar and tugs lightly, flashing me a teasing smile. His hand moves down my chest to my waist, where He pulls at the tie of my robe, tugging the loose knot apart, letting the robe fall open. When His hand brushes against my skin, i shiver again, and my hand flexes around the cane, causing the tip to skitter across the floor.
Sir leans down and kisses me, using my distraction to take the cane from me. When i feel its cold wooden shaft on my calf, i startle, breaking away from Sir's kiss in the process. Sir takes a step back, grasping one end of the belt of my robe and tugging, pulling it free of the belt loop, letting the front of my robe flutter open. Sir uses the tip of the cane on my leg, starting with my ankle, running up my calf, then the inside of my thigh. i close my eyes and tip my head back, enjoying the way the cool wood of the cane feels against my skin. The cane reaches the apex of my thigh, slides across Sir's pussy, and works down the other leg.
Sir orders me to strip, and i shrug out of the robe, letting it fall to the floor. He directs me to stand by the support post in the living room, facing it, and He uses the belt from my robe to tie my hands up over my head. i rest my forehead on the post, and wait.
Sir touches me with the cane again, running it up my legs and across my ass, down my legs again, making three or four circuits, and then suddenly, on the next pass, the cane strikes my ass with a loud crack. i jump, and hiss at the sting, the throbbing starting already, and i'm sure there's a nice raised welt forming. Damn, that smarts. Another loud crack, and there's a matching welt on my other cheek. i can't help but wriggle in an attempt to relieve the sting. Sir lays two more stripes along the backs of my thighs, which really hurt. i choke on a sob and bite my lip, tears in my eyes. He strikes me once more, one last tremendous blow on my ass, and i jump and shriek and pull at my bonds, because that was really painful. Tears escape my eyes and stream down my face, dripping from my chin. My ass and legs feel like they're on fire, and the lash marks are throbbing and sore.
Sir grasps my shoulder and turns me to face Him, but i keep my eyes averted, as i don't like showing my tears. But He doesn't let me hide from Him, and He mops my face and tells me i've done well. When my tears stop, Sir presses me back against the pole, and His fingers reach between my legs to play with His pussy. i gasp, and groan, and rock my hips forward into His hand. Sir's fingers quest deeper, plunging inside me, and i ride His fingers and moan aloud. My back presses against the pole, my toes gripping the floor, my hands tugging at the bonds above my head. Sir leans down and nips at my shoulder, then His lips find my ear and He commands me to cum. With a loud cry, my body convulses, and i spin away on a wave of intense pleasure.
When i come down, i am panting and trembling, and Sir is stroking my shoulder, and murmuring "Good girl," over and over again. He reaches up and unties me, and my arms fall numbly to my sides. i rub at my wrists as the blood starts flowing again, then drop to my knees and wrap my arms around His legs. i'm waiting for my heart to settle, for my breathing to even out, and to hear what else my Sir would have me do for Him.
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'm out to lunch with a girlfriend when Sir sends me a text .... i am to meet Him at the door, with my cane, in my robe, and wearing His collar - and that's all. i read His message and smile.
When Sir arrives, He finds me waiting. i'm a little bit nervous, and my bare feet are a little cold, to be honest. My head is bowed, my eyes trained on the floor, my robe tied shut, the cane held loosely in my hand and resting on the floor. Sir steps through the door and stops in front of me. His finger comes to rest under my chin, forcing my head up, and i meet His eyes. His gaze is warm, and the butterflies in my stomach calm.
"Hello, Kitten," He says.
"Hello, Sir," i reply.
His finger trails from my chin, down my neck, and i shiver. He hooks His finger under the chain of His collar and tugs lightly, flashing me a teasing smile. His hand moves down my chest to my waist, where He pulls at the tie of my robe, tugging the loose knot apart, letting the robe fall open. When His hand brushes against my skin, i shiver again, and my hand flexes around the cane, causing the tip to skitter across the floor.
Sir leans down and kisses me, using my distraction to take the cane from me. When i feel its cold wooden shaft on my calf, i startle, breaking away from Sir's kiss in the process. Sir takes a step back, grasping one end of the belt of my robe and tugging, pulling it free of the belt loop, letting the front of my robe flutter open. Sir uses the tip of the cane on my leg, starting with my ankle, running up my calf, then the inside of my thigh. i close my eyes and tip my head back, enjoying the way the cool wood of the cane feels against my skin. The cane reaches the apex of my thigh, slides across Sir's pussy, and works down the other leg.
Sir orders me to strip, and i shrug out of the robe, letting it fall to the floor. He directs me to stand by the support post in the living room, facing it, and He uses the belt from my robe to tie my hands up over my head. i rest my forehead on the post, and wait.
Sir touches me with the cane again, running it up my legs and across my ass, down my legs again, making three or four circuits, and then suddenly, on the next pass, the cane strikes my ass with a loud crack. i jump, and hiss at the sting, the throbbing starting already, and i'm sure there's a nice raised welt forming. Damn, that smarts. Another loud crack, and there's a matching welt on my other cheek. i can't help but wriggle in an attempt to relieve the sting. Sir lays two more stripes along the backs of my thighs, which really hurt. i choke on a sob and bite my lip, tears in my eyes. He strikes me once more, one last tremendous blow on my ass, and i jump and shriek and pull at my bonds, because that was really painful. Tears escape my eyes and stream down my face, dripping from my chin. My ass and legs feel like they're on fire, and the lash marks are throbbing and sore.
Sir grasps my shoulder and turns me to face Him, but i keep my eyes averted, as i don't like showing my tears. But He doesn't let me hide from Him, and He mops my face and tells me i've done well. When my tears stop, Sir presses me back against the pole, and His fingers reach between my legs to play with His pussy. i gasp, and groan, and rock my hips forward into His hand. Sir's fingers quest deeper, plunging inside me, and i ride His fingers and moan aloud. My back presses against the pole, my toes gripping the floor, my hands tugging at the bonds above my head. Sir leans down and nips at my shoulder, then His lips find my ear and He commands me to cum. With a loud cry, my body convulses, and i spin away on a wave of intense pleasure.
When i come down, i am panting and trembling, and Sir is stroking my shoulder, and murmuring "Good girl," over and over again. He reaches up and unties me, and my arms fall numbly to my sides. i rub at my wrists as the blood starts flowing again, then drop to my knees and wrap my arms around His legs. i'm waiting for my heart to settle, for my breathing to even out, and to hear what else my Sir would have me do for Him.
Tuesday, January 22, 2013
Inspiration?
--- frank sexual discussion ---
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.
So it's been a long day, a frustrating day, a day where i feel like all i've done is spin my wheels; i've made no forward progress, and all the effort i've expended has only left me mired in mud. Or quicksand. i'm not quite sure.
When i get home, all i want to do is collapse on the couch, put my feet up, and dive into a bag of Hershey's miniatures. Or a bottle of 43. Or both. Preferably both.
But Sir messages me, and gives me a task - when i get home, i am to fill His pussy with my 5 anal beads, and i am to leave them in overnight. In the morning, i'm allowed to remove them to perform my usual ice cube task, and to shower and get ready for the day.
i can admit, that in the privacy of my mind, i roll my eyes, and cringe. All i want is one day to myself....
But no, that's not really true. What i want, what i need, is to have my focus shifted from my shitty day, to have something else to pay attention to. And Sir has given me that - not in the way i might have chosen for myself, no, but He definitely forces me to think about something else.
i use the bathroom first - that's a lesson i've learned the hard way, LOL - and then retrieve my beads. i also grab a bottle of lube, to ease things along. i drizzle a bit of lube on the first two beads, then lie back on the bed with my knees up, and exhale. i hold the string of beads in both hands, and slowly insert the first lubed bead into Sir's pussy. The lube is cold, and slightly sticky, and i grimace a bit as i push the bead all the way inside. The second bead goes in easier, still cold but not quite so cold as the first. The third bead follows, and i have to push more strongly to get it seated. i take a short break, letting my body adjust to the beads pressing me from inside.
After a minute or so, i pick up the lube and tip a bit into my hand, then rub the beads to coat them. i'm dry, and i need the moisture. i push the fourth bead inside, squirming and panting, as i have to work to get it in there. i lift my hips off the bed, trying to make room inside for the bead to go. By the time i'm working on the fifth bead, i'm sore, and stretched, and not at all sure there's room for it in there. i have to push, hard, and twist and turn and press, and then finally, finally, it seems to diappear. Damn. That took effort. i'm tired, and panting, and uncomfortable.
i lie on the bed for a few minutes, adjusting, and trying to make sure none of the beads will pop out when i move. Yes, that has happened to me before. No, i really don't want to have to reinsert them tonight. i roll to my side and sit up, then slide off the bed and redress. i can feel the beads shifting inside me when i move, and yes, it certainly feels like one is threatening to pop free. When i walk to the kitchen, i swear i can hear the beads as they bump and slide against each other inside me. Hmm.
i spend the evening quietly, and go to bed with the beads still in place. i have done this before, so i know that when i wake, i will stagger to the bathroom to expel the beads, and then head to the kitchen for an ice cube. Sir's pussy will be sore, and raw, and the ice will burn. But Sir will definitely be foremost on my mind, which is part of the task. So Sir will be pleased, and that will be worth it.
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.
So it's been a long day, a frustrating day, a day where i feel like all i've done is spin my wheels; i've made no forward progress, and all the effort i've expended has only left me mired in mud. Or quicksand. i'm not quite sure.
When i get home, all i want to do is collapse on the couch, put my feet up, and dive into a bag of Hershey's miniatures. Or a bottle of 43. Or both. Preferably both.
But Sir messages me, and gives me a task - when i get home, i am to fill His pussy with my 5 anal beads, and i am to leave them in overnight. In the morning, i'm allowed to remove them to perform my usual ice cube task, and to shower and get ready for the day.
i can admit, that in the privacy of my mind, i roll my eyes, and cringe. All i want is one day to myself....
But no, that's not really true. What i want, what i need, is to have my focus shifted from my shitty day, to have something else to pay attention to. And Sir has given me that - not in the way i might have chosen for myself, no, but He definitely forces me to think about something else.
i use the bathroom first - that's a lesson i've learned the hard way, LOL - and then retrieve my beads. i also grab a bottle of lube, to ease things along. i drizzle a bit of lube on the first two beads, then lie back on the bed with my knees up, and exhale. i hold the string of beads in both hands, and slowly insert the first lubed bead into Sir's pussy. The lube is cold, and slightly sticky, and i grimace a bit as i push the bead all the way inside. The second bead goes in easier, still cold but not quite so cold as the first. The third bead follows, and i have to push more strongly to get it seated. i take a short break, letting my body adjust to the beads pressing me from inside.
After a minute or so, i pick up the lube and tip a bit into my hand, then rub the beads to coat them. i'm dry, and i need the moisture. i push the fourth bead inside, squirming and panting, as i have to work to get it in there. i lift my hips off the bed, trying to make room inside for the bead to go. By the time i'm working on the fifth bead, i'm sore, and stretched, and not at all sure there's room for it in there. i have to push, hard, and twist and turn and press, and then finally, finally, it seems to diappear. Damn. That took effort. i'm tired, and panting, and uncomfortable.
i lie on the bed for a few minutes, adjusting, and trying to make sure none of the beads will pop out when i move. Yes, that has happened to me before. No, i really don't want to have to reinsert them tonight. i roll to my side and sit up, then slide off the bed and redress. i can feel the beads shifting inside me when i move, and yes, it certainly feels like one is threatening to pop free. When i walk to the kitchen, i swear i can hear the beads as they bump and slide against each other inside me. Hmm.
i spend the evening quietly, and go to bed with the beads still in place. i have done this before, so i know that when i wake, i will stagger to the bathroom to expel the beads, and then head to the kitchen for an ice cube. Sir's pussy will be sore, and raw, and the ice will burn. But Sir will definitely be foremost on my mind, which is part of the task. So Sir will be pleased, and that will be worth it.
Monday, January 21, 2013
Personal Polish
--- explicit sexual content ---
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 decided that i need some "alone time" with the cane, so He has tasked me with, umm, shall we say, "conditioning" it.
i go to the closet and retrieve the cane; i store it on a hook on the wall. i carry it to the bed and climb on, then sit cross-legged while i study this implement. i have not forgotten the stripes it gave me, nor how much they hurt, and frankly, i'm not looking forward to another session like that any time soon.
The cane lies innocently across my lap, quiet, unassuming, its polished surface gleaming faintly in the sunlight slanting through the window. i pick it up, near the curve, and tap it lightly against my knee. It's bendy, sure, and pretty light, and i still don't think i'm ever going to be friends with it.
i set the cane down, and strip off my clothes, then lie on my back on the bed. i pick the cane up again, and tap it on my thigh - tap, tap, tap, thwack. Oh, ouch. i screw up my face at the sting. i contemplate skipping this task ..... but, no. It's not really so onerous, i suppose. But i feel silly, all the same.
i twirl the cane in my hand so that the crook lies on my leg. i draw it up my leg, slowly, feeling the cool of the rattan on my skin. And then, i do it again, and again, before switching hands and dragging the cane up my other leg. Hmm. This isn't so bad. i draw the cane up farther, so that the rounded edge slides up my thigh, across Sir's pussy, and rubs against His clit. That makes me shiver. i rub myself again, and again, feeling myself start to grow wet, and feeling incredulous in the back of my mind that i'm using the cane in this way. Sir sure has some odd ideas.
And while i can admit that it feels nice, it isn't enough, and i rest the cane across my stomach and reach my hand down to Sir's pussy. i start rubbing myself in earnest, feeling my body responding, feeling my juices flow and coat my fingers. i keep rubbing, circling my fingers, feeling my desire and need grow and driving myself closer to climax. i'm really dripping now, panting, squirming on the bed.
i reach between my legs, plunging two fingers inside Sir's pussy, liberally coating my fingers in my own juices. Then i pull my fingers free and rub them along the shaft of the cane, leaving a film of juice on the rattan. When my fingers dry, i go back to Sir's pussy, gathering more moisture and coating the cane with it. i repeat the process until the cane has been covered, and is slightly tacky where it has dried.
Then i use the rounded crook of the cane to rub against me once more. Because of all the play i've done, i'm really sensitive, and it doesn't take too much effort to make myself cum. i cry out when my climax hits me, my back arching off the bed. When the wave passes, i collapse to the mattress, panting. But my task is not yet complete.
i reach between my legs again, gasping as my fingers tease the too-sensitive nub, and then i roll to my knees. i pass the cane across Sir's pussy, coating it in my cum, rolling it to be sure i've covered the entire surface. When it is completely covered, i carefully slide off the bed and carry it into the bathroom, where i hang it over the shower bar so it can dry with a minimum of smearing. Then i use a cool wet cloth to clean myself up. i wander back to the bedroom and redress, and then i settle down to wait for Sir, so He can inspect my work and pass judgment on my performance.
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 decided that i need some "alone time" with the cane, so He has tasked me with, umm, shall we say, "conditioning" it.
i go to the closet and retrieve the cane; i store it on a hook on the wall. i carry it to the bed and climb on, then sit cross-legged while i study this implement. i have not forgotten the stripes it gave me, nor how much they hurt, and frankly, i'm not looking forward to another session like that any time soon.
The cane lies innocently across my lap, quiet, unassuming, its polished surface gleaming faintly in the sunlight slanting through the window. i pick it up, near the curve, and tap it lightly against my knee. It's bendy, sure, and pretty light, and i still don't think i'm ever going to be friends with it.
i set the cane down, and strip off my clothes, then lie on my back on the bed. i pick the cane up again, and tap it on my thigh - tap, tap, tap, thwack. Oh, ouch. i screw up my face at the sting. i contemplate skipping this task ..... but, no. It's not really so onerous, i suppose. But i feel silly, all the same.
i twirl the cane in my hand so that the crook lies on my leg. i draw it up my leg, slowly, feeling the cool of the rattan on my skin. And then, i do it again, and again, before switching hands and dragging the cane up my other leg. Hmm. This isn't so bad. i draw the cane up farther, so that the rounded edge slides up my thigh, across Sir's pussy, and rubs against His clit. That makes me shiver. i rub myself again, and again, feeling myself start to grow wet, and feeling incredulous in the back of my mind that i'm using the cane in this way. Sir sure has some odd ideas.
And while i can admit that it feels nice, it isn't enough, and i rest the cane across my stomach and reach my hand down to Sir's pussy. i start rubbing myself in earnest, feeling my body responding, feeling my juices flow and coat my fingers. i keep rubbing, circling my fingers, feeling my desire and need grow and driving myself closer to climax. i'm really dripping now, panting, squirming on the bed.
i reach between my legs, plunging two fingers inside Sir's pussy, liberally coating my fingers in my own juices. Then i pull my fingers free and rub them along the shaft of the cane, leaving a film of juice on the rattan. When my fingers dry, i go back to Sir's pussy, gathering more moisture and coating the cane with it. i repeat the process until the cane has been covered, and is slightly tacky where it has dried.
Then i use the rounded crook of the cane to rub against me once more. Because of all the play i've done, i'm really sensitive, and it doesn't take too much effort to make myself cum. i cry out when my climax hits me, my back arching off the bed. When the wave passes, i collapse to the mattress, panting. But my task is not yet complete.
i reach between my legs again, gasping as my fingers tease the too-sensitive nub, and then i roll to my knees. i pass the cane across Sir's pussy, coating it in my cum, rolling it to be sure i've covered the entire surface. When it is completely covered, i carefully slide off the bed and carry it into the bathroom, where i hang it over the shower bar so it can dry with a minimum of smearing. Then i use a cool wet cloth to clean myself up. i wander back to the bedroom and redress, and then i settle down to wait for Sir, so He can inspect my work and pass judgment on my performance.
Sunday, January 20, 2013
Going Back for Seconds
---- frank 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.
Continuing from "Are Two Heads Better than One?"
N rolls over and stretches out a hand to grasp my foot. It's a gentle touch, a sweet gesture, and i smile in spite of myself. It's been long enough that my heart rate and breathing are back to normal, and yet if the truth be told, i'm a bit drowsy.
Sir shifts His position next to me, and i crane my neck to look at Him. He is watching me, and i wait to see what He will say. But He merely lifts a hand and brushes my hair out of my eyes. When He finally does speak, His voice is quiet.
"Are you ready to serve me, Kitten?" He asks. My brow furrows, and i frown a little, because really, aren't i already? Isn't that the reason i'm here in the first place? But Sir is still looking at me, so i answer with a "Yes, Sir."
"Good girl," He praises, then rolls to His back again, nudging me to the side so He can spread out in the middle of the bed. N has to scramble a bit, as well, to make room for Sir's feet. Sir tells me to get my lube, and then i understand - Sir intends to fuck His ass. He knows i expressed a wish not to, not in front of a guest, but apparently Sir has decided that He will. i close my eyes - my only protest - and slide off the bed to retrieve the lube from the bathroom. i can hear Sir speaking to N, but i can't make out what He's saying.
When i return with the lube, Sir tells me to suck His cock, so i drop the bottle at Sir's side and set to work, taking His softened cock into my mouth, rolling it on my tongue, sucking it. He swells again, blood flowing to fill His shaft, and i grip the base of His cock with my hand and pump Him as He hardens. When He feels ready, He tells me to apply the lube, and when He is well-coated, i straddle His cock in a reverse cowgirl position. N is watching us with interest, getting a bit excited, actually, if the twitching and swelling of his cock is any indication.
It takes us several minutes to work Sir's cock inside me, as i haven't been stretched or prepared at all, and it burns and aches and damn well hurts. My moans and soft cries are more from pain than from pleasure, but at last, with some shifting on both of our parts, He slides all the way inside. i sit still, panting, my head bowed as my body adjusts to His cock forcing me open. Sir runs a hand down my spine, causing my back to arch, and that motion allows His cock to shift inside me, and then at last, it feels better, and i can finally relax.
Sir starts to fuck His ass, holding my hips and thrusting up, pulling me down onto Him at the same time. I rest my hands on His legs and try to help, moving with Him, and now my moans are more from exertion and the occasional stab of pleasure. N is still watching us, obviously, and i'm pretty self-conscious about it, but Sir rightfully owns my attention, so i close my eyes and try to focus on Sir and not worry about what N is doing or seeing or thinking.
And then, of course, Sir addresses exactly what i'm thinking. He has an uncanny knack for that.
"N," He says, His voice breaking at times with His exertion, "are you enjoying sharing My pussy and My slut?"
What else can N say? Of course he says Yes, and his voice is breathy as well.
"Then you may touch her," He says, and i open my eyes and watch as N scoots across the bed, coming to kneel between Sir's feet. N's hand comes up to cup my breast, and he begins to play with the nipple. i find it kind of odd - me bouncing on Sir's cock while N fondles me; but then i reach out and take his cock in my hand, and the expression on his face as his eyes slide closed is delicious. i start to pump N's cock, letting it slide across my palm, and wrapping my fingers around it and squeezing, in turns. He leans down and takes one nipple between his teeth, and i arch my back, pressing my breast into his mouth.
Sir groans beneath me and pushes up more forcefully, and i can tell that He is getting close. i squirm a bit, shifting my position again, breaking away from N's hold. N follows me, lowering his mouth to my shoulder, and i shiver when his teeth scrape across my skin. i so love that. i run my fingers over N's balls, cupping them in my hand, then slide my hand to take his cock again. Sir's cock in His ass is sliding more freely, and it feels good now, finally. N's mouth on my shoulder makes me shiver, and his cock in my hand is heavy and hard and so smooth; he is thinner than Sir, but just as long, and he is moaning softly against my skin as i stroke him.
N braces a hand on the bed and then his other hand strokes over my clit. i buck atop Sir and He groans. Then N slips a finger inside me - it's kind of a tight fit, what with Sir's cock in my ass, but it feels really good, and i buck again. Sir's hands grip my hips tightly and He thrusts up hard, His voice escaping on a long, drawn-out groan. i feel His cum filling my ass, and i writhe on Him, as N's fingers are driving me crazy and i'm about to cum, myself. i drop my head back and cry out as my muscles all contract and i go spiralling into bliss, shaking with the force of my climax. My hand tightens involuntarily on N's cock, and then he's cumming, too, his seed painting my stomach, dripping over my arm and hand and some of it lands on Sir's leg.
N pulls away from me and drops to his side, panting, his cock still oozing. i lift myself off of Sir's cock, grimacing a bit as His cock pulls free. i roll off him, coming to rest near His knee, then struggle to my hands and knees and move to clean off Sir's cock. i pull it into my mouth, licking and sucking, making sure i've gotten all of His essence, leaving His skin free of cum. When i'm sure i've gotten it all, i pull away and lie next to Sir. His chest is heaving, and i curl into His side, feeling the rapid rise and fall of His ribs against my back. i am panting, feeling boneless, wanting nothing more than to melt into the bed. Sir's body is solid and warm behind me, and N's hand has come to rest on my foot again, and i have to say, that right at this moment, i am sated and content.
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.
Continuing from "Are Two Heads Better than One?"
N rolls over and stretches out a hand to grasp my foot. It's a gentle touch, a sweet gesture, and i smile in spite of myself. It's been long enough that my heart rate and breathing are back to normal, and yet if the truth be told, i'm a bit drowsy.
Sir shifts His position next to me, and i crane my neck to look at Him. He is watching me, and i wait to see what He will say. But He merely lifts a hand and brushes my hair out of my eyes. When He finally does speak, His voice is quiet.
"Are you ready to serve me, Kitten?" He asks. My brow furrows, and i frown a little, because really, aren't i already? Isn't that the reason i'm here in the first place? But Sir is still looking at me, so i answer with a "Yes, Sir."
"Good girl," He praises, then rolls to His back again, nudging me to the side so He can spread out in the middle of the bed. N has to scramble a bit, as well, to make room for Sir's feet. Sir tells me to get my lube, and then i understand - Sir intends to fuck His ass. He knows i expressed a wish not to, not in front of a guest, but apparently Sir has decided that He will. i close my eyes - my only protest - and slide off the bed to retrieve the lube from the bathroom. i can hear Sir speaking to N, but i can't make out what He's saying.
When i return with the lube, Sir tells me to suck His cock, so i drop the bottle at Sir's side and set to work, taking His softened cock into my mouth, rolling it on my tongue, sucking it. He swells again, blood flowing to fill His shaft, and i grip the base of His cock with my hand and pump Him as He hardens. When He feels ready, He tells me to apply the lube, and when He is well-coated, i straddle His cock in a reverse cowgirl position. N is watching us with interest, getting a bit excited, actually, if the twitching and swelling of his cock is any indication.
It takes us several minutes to work Sir's cock inside me, as i haven't been stretched or prepared at all, and it burns and aches and damn well hurts. My moans and soft cries are more from pain than from pleasure, but at last, with some shifting on both of our parts, He slides all the way inside. i sit still, panting, my head bowed as my body adjusts to His cock forcing me open. Sir runs a hand down my spine, causing my back to arch, and that motion allows His cock to shift inside me, and then at last, it feels better, and i can finally relax.
Sir starts to fuck His ass, holding my hips and thrusting up, pulling me down onto Him at the same time. I rest my hands on His legs and try to help, moving with Him, and now my moans are more from exertion and the occasional stab of pleasure. N is still watching us, obviously, and i'm pretty self-conscious about it, but Sir rightfully owns my attention, so i close my eyes and try to focus on Sir and not worry about what N is doing or seeing or thinking.
And then, of course, Sir addresses exactly what i'm thinking. He has an uncanny knack for that.
"N," He says, His voice breaking at times with His exertion, "are you enjoying sharing My pussy and My slut?"
What else can N say? Of course he says Yes, and his voice is breathy as well.
"Then you may touch her," He says, and i open my eyes and watch as N scoots across the bed, coming to kneel between Sir's feet. N's hand comes up to cup my breast, and he begins to play with the nipple. i find it kind of odd - me bouncing on Sir's cock while N fondles me; but then i reach out and take his cock in my hand, and the expression on his face as his eyes slide closed is delicious. i start to pump N's cock, letting it slide across my palm, and wrapping my fingers around it and squeezing, in turns. He leans down and takes one nipple between his teeth, and i arch my back, pressing my breast into his mouth.
Sir groans beneath me and pushes up more forcefully, and i can tell that He is getting close. i squirm a bit, shifting my position again, breaking away from N's hold. N follows me, lowering his mouth to my shoulder, and i shiver when his teeth scrape across my skin. i so love that. i run my fingers over N's balls, cupping them in my hand, then slide my hand to take his cock again. Sir's cock in His ass is sliding more freely, and it feels good now, finally. N's mouth on my shoulder makes me shiver, and his cock in my hand is heavy and hard and so smooth; he is thinner than Sir, but just as long, and he is moaning softly against my skin as i stroke him.
N braces a hand on the bed and then his other hand strokes over my clit. i buck atop Sir and He groans. Then N slips a finger inside me - it's kind of a tight fit, what with Sir's cock in my ass, but it feels really good, and i buck again. Sir's hands grip my hips tightly and He thrusts up hard, His voice escaping on a long, drawn-out groan. i feel His cum filling my ass, and i writhe on Him, as N's fingers are driving me crazy and i'm about to cum, myself. i drop my head back and cry out as my muscles all contract and i go spiralling into bliss, shaking with the force of my climax. My hand tightens involuntarily on N's cock, and then he's cumming, too, his seed painting my stomach, dripping over my arm and hand and some of it lands on Sir's leg.
N pulls away from me and drops to his side, panting, his cock still oozing. i lift myself off of Sir's cock, grimacing a bit as His cock pulls free. i roll off him, coming to rest near His knee, then struggle to my hands and knees and move to clean off Sir's cock. i pull it into my mouth, licking and sucking, making sure i've gotten all of His essence, leaving His skin free of cum. When i'm sure i've gotten it all, i pull away and lie next to Sir. His chest is heaving, and i curl into His side, feeling the rapid rise and fall of His ribs against my back. i am panting, feeling boneless, wanting nothing more than to melt into the bed. Sir's body is solid and warm behind me, and N's hand has come to rest on my foot again, and i have to say, that right at this moment, i am sated and content.
Saturday, January 19, 2013
Menage e Trois, Part deux
--- 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 decided that He would like to invite His female guest - "C" - back again, for another visit. i am not thrilled, exactly, but at least now i know what to expect, so i do not protest when Sir announces His intentions. We meet her in a hotel, like last time, and we arrive early to prepare. Sir has me dress differently this time, though still casually, in a green camisole and panties set. i like to lounge in this set, actually, so i'm comfortable wearing it. But my stomach is a twisted knot.
C arrives promptly and i let her in. We greet each other as she steps into the room, and i close the door behind her. She has pulled her hair back into a ponytail today, and is clothed in simple black slacks and a pullover. As before, i lead her to a chair and help her out of her shoes, slacks, and panties. Sir tells me to strip her completely, so i remove her socks, top, and bra, as well. She shifts forward, to the edge of the seat, and as before, i kneel down, and lower my head to lick at her clit. She sighs and opens her knees, and i stroke her inner thigh with my hand while i tongue her. When i can taste her juices on my tongue, i slide one of my fingers inside her, and i feel her hips rock forward to welcome my finger.
Sir tells me to stop, then, and i carefully withdraw my finger and step away. i catch Sir's eye, and He tilts His head toward C, so i extend my hand and offer her my juice-coated finger. She pulls it into her mouth and sucks it clean, then lets it drop. Sir directs us to the bed, then, and picks up an under-the-mattress restraint system from the bedside table. i hurry to the opposite side of the bed to help Him position the restraints. When He is satisfied, He crooks His finger, and i round the bed and stand in front of Him. He grasps my chin in His hand, tilting my head up and kissing me. i know why He's doing it - He's establishing my position in front of C. It's a nice gesture, and i appreciate it.
"Strip, and then get on the bed, Kitten," He says, and the endearment is another attempt to reassure me. i peel off my clothes, climb on the bed and lie on my back, stretching my arms out to the sides. Sir buckles my wrist into the cuff, then tells C to do my other wrist. i am slightly nervous, as i'm not really sure where Sir is going with this, but i do enjoy being restrained, and i feel my body responding despite my reservations. Sir plants one hand on the bed to brace Himself, then leans over me, His other hand playing with one breast. He cups it, squeezes the soft flesh, rolls the nipple in His fingers, and finally bends down to take the peak into His mouth. His tongue is warm and wet, and i arch up into His mouth as a thrill of desire shudders through me. i am panting lightly and wishing i could touch Him, when He nips me and pulls away.
He tells C to join me on the bed and she obeys, settling on her knees between my feet and awaiting Sir's instructions. He tilts His head as He regards us, then seems to make up His mind. He tells C that she may feast on me, and my stomach twists again. i mean, hey, i love it when Sir does it, but no one else's tongue has been there ..... C's breath is warm against my skin as she lowers her head, and the first tentative swipe of her tongue has me tensing up. Her fingers were one thing, but this is something else entirely. i'm not at all sure i like this. i look up then, and Sir is there, watching, and i remember His promise to keep me safe, so i try to relax. It takes a while, though, before i can get past my self-consciousness and really allow myself to feel what C is doing.
Sir has been watching us this whole time, and when He sees me finally relax a little, He lifts a hand and begins stroking C's back. She hums against my clit, which catches me by surprise and pulls a groan from me. The mattress dips and shakes a bit as Sir finally climbs on the bed, positioning Himself behind C. i meet His eyes over C's head, and He seems to be enjoying the sight before Him - me bound by my wrists, my arms extended across the bed, C's face buried between my legs. He's going to fuck her now, and i can't help the stab of jealousy that spears me. i take no enjoyment in C's efforts, and when she gasps and then groans because Sir has entered her, i turn my head away.
He notices, of course - He seems to always notice - and commands me to look at Him. i am sure that my resentment shows on my face, because He frowns.
"C", He says, and she lifts her head and looks at Him over Her shoulder. Her lips and chin gleam wetly. "My Kitten does not seem to be enjoying herself," He says. "Use your fingers to help her along."
Well, shit. i recognize the warning in His words. Fuck. C resumes licking at me, and i feel her press two fingers inside me, probing and pumping and twisting a little. And yes, it's beginning to feel pleasant, i can admit that. Sir begins to fuck her - i can tell by her little cries and the way her body rocks above me, and the way the bed shakes beneath me. Her fingers are pushing in deep, finger fucking me, and i shift my hips a little. Sir tells me again to look at Him, and when i meet His eyes, He says, "You are Mine." Tears come to my eyes and slip down my cheeks, and with my hands bound, i can't reach to wipe them away. i close my eyes and turn my head, sniffling, and bite my lip.
C's moans grow louder and her body tenses, her fingers inside me faltering and then stopping completely as she grows close to climax. Her mouth falls away from me, and her head bows, and i wince a little when her shriek pierces my ears. She shudders, and gasps, and her cry dwindles to a low moan, then dies away. Her arms shake with the strain of holding herself up, and i feel the bed shift as Sir pulls His cock out of her. He tells her she can lie down, and she crawls over my leg and collapses on the bed, panting softly.
Sir moves between my legs, then, lifting my hips up a bit. He rams His cock into His pussy, harshly; it burns, and i moan from the discomfort. He commands me to open my eyes, and He stares at me while He snaps His hips forward and start to fuck me. He is not pleased with me, and He is punishing me, even as C lies next to us, coming down from the high of her orgasm. Sir's cock fucks His pussy, and i shudder beneath Him and pull my wrists against my bonds. His eyes burn into mine and i want so badly to look away, but i would be in even deeper trouble then, and i don't think i can afford that. My body grow tense, and i want to cum, but Sir tells me in no uncertain terms that i am not allowed. i writhe beneath Him as He pounds into me, biting my lip and tightening my muscles to stave off climax. i am panting with the effort and moaning, because i want to cum, and it hurts to be denied.
Sir shoves in deep, pulling my hips up and toward Him, and cums with a stifled groan, spilling Himself inside me. He holds me there for a long minute, His cock twitching through His climax, then He slowly lowers me down and lets go. He pulls out right away, when He's still hard, and i cry out in shock and disappointment at the loss. i'm trembling, and panting, and skating the edge of climax myself and wanting so, so much to fall over that edge. i press my knees and thighs tightly together and feel Sir's pussy throbbing with need, and i give a choked sob in frustration.
Sir stretches out over my body to unbuckle my wrists and tells me to clean His cock. i scramble into position and pull Him into my mouth, sucking Him clean, licking His shaft, lapping up every trace of His release. When i finish i pull away, kneeling on the bed with my eyes downcast. i know that Sir will be addressing my actions at a future date, but for now, i wait quietly to see what Sir will have me - and His guest - do for Him next.
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 decided that He would like to invite His female guest - "C" - back again, for another visit. i am not thrilled, exactly, but at least now i know what to expect, so i do not protest when Sir announces His intentions. We meet her in a hotel, like last time, and we arrive early to prepare. Sir has me dress differently this time, though still casually, in a green camisole and panties set. i like to lounge in this set, actually, so i'm comfortable wearing it. But my stomach is a twisted knot.
C arrives promptly and i let her in. We greet each other as she steps into the room, and i close the door behind her. She has pulled her hair back into a ponytail today, and is clothed in simple black slacks and a pullover. As before, i lead her to a chair and help her out of her shoes, slacks, and panties. Sir tells me to strip her completely, so i remove her socks, top, and bra, as well. She shifts forward, to the edge of the seat, and as before, i kneel down, and lower my head to lick at her clit. She sighs and opens her knees, and i stroke her inner thigh with my hand while i tongue her. When i can taste her juices on my tongue, i slide one of my fingers inside her, and i feel her hips rock forward to welcome my finger.
Sir tells me to stop, then, and i carefully withdraw my finger and step away. i catch Sir's eye, and He tilts His head toward C, so i extend my hand and offer her my juice-coated finger. She pulls it into her mouth and sucks it clean, then lets it drop. Sir directs us to the bed, then, and picks up an under-the-mattress restraint system from the bedside table. i hurry to the opposite side of the bed to help Him position the restraints. When He is satisfied, He crooks His finger, and i round the bed and stand in front of Him. He grasps my chin in His hand, tilting my head up and kissing me. i know why He's doing it - He's establishing my position in front of C. It's a nice gesture, and i appreciate it.
"Strip, and then get on the bed, Kitten," He says, and the endearment is another attempt to reassure me. i peel off my clothes, climb on the bed and lie on my back, stretching my arms out to the sides. Sir buckles my wrist into the cuff, then tells C to do my other wrist. i am slightly nervous, as i'm not really sure where Sir is going with this, but i do enjoy being restrained, and i feel my body responding despite my reservations. Sir plants one hand on the bed to brace Himself, then leans over me, His other hand playing with one breast. He cups it, squeezes the soft flesh, rolls the nipple in His fingers, and finally bends down to take the peak into His mouth. His tongue is warm and wet, and i arch up into His mouth as a thrill of desire shudders through me. i am panting lightly and wishing i could touch Him, when He nips me and pulls away.
He tells C to join me on the bed and she obeys, settling on her knees between my feet and awaiting Sir's instructions. He tilts His head as He regards us, then seems to make up His mind. He tells C that she may feast on me, and my stomach twists again. i mean, hey, i love it when Sir does it, but no one else's tongue has been there ..... C's breath is warm against my skin as she lowers her head, and the first tentative swipe of her tongue has me tensing up. Her fingers were one thing, but this is something else entirely. i'm not at all sure i like this. i look up then, and Sir is there, watching, and i remember His promise to keep me safe, so i try to relax. It takes a while, though, before i can get past my self-consciousness and really allow myself to feel what C is doing.
Sir has been watching us this whole time, and when He sees me finally relax a little, He lifts a hand and begins stroking C's back. She hums against my clit, which catches me by surprise and pulls a groan from me. The mattress dips and shakes a bit as Sir finally climbs on the bed, positioning Himself behind C. i meet His eyes over C's head, and He seems to be enjoying the sight before Him - me bound by my wrists, my arms extended across the bed, C's face buried between my legs. He's going to fuck her now, and i can't help the stab of jealousy that spears me. i take no enjoyment in C's efforts, and when she gasps and then groans because Sir has entered her, i turn my head away.
He notices, of course - He seems to always notice - and commands me to look at Him. i am sure that my resentment shows on my face, because He frowns.
"C", He says, and she lifts her head and looks at Him over Her shoulder. Her lips and chin gleam wetly. "My Kitten does not seem to be enjoying herself," He says. "Use your fingers to help her along."
Well, shit. i recognize the warning in His words. Fuck. C resumes licking at me, and i feel her press two fingers inside me, probing and pumping and twisting a little. And yes, it's beginning to feel pleasant, i can admit that. Sir begins to fuck her - i can tell by her little cries and the way her body rocks above me, and the way the bed shakes beneath me. Her fingers are pushing in deep, finger fucking me, and i shift my hips a little. Sir tells me again to look at Him, and when i meet His eyes, He says, "You are Mine." Tears come to my eyes and slip down my cheeks, and with my hands bound, i can't reach to wipe them away. i close my eyes and turn my head, sniffling, and bite my lip.
C's moans grow louder and her body tenses, her fingers inside me faltering and then stopping completely as she grows close to climax. Her mouth falls away from me, and her head bows, and i wince a little when her shriek pierces my ears. She shudders, and gasps, and her cry dwindles to a low moan, then dies away. Her arms shake with the strain of holding herself up, and i feel the bed shift as Sir pulls His cock out of her. He tells her she can lie down, and she crawls over my leg and collapses on the bed, panting softly.
Sir moves between my legs, then, lifting my hips up a bit. He rams His cock into His pussy, harshly; it burns, and i moan from the discomfort. He commands me to open my eyes, and He stares at me while He snaps His hips forward and start to fuck me. He is not pleased with me, and He is punishing me, even as C lies next to us, coming down from the high of her orgasm. Sir's cock fucks His pussy, and i shudder beneath Him and pull my wrists against my bonds. His eyes burn into mine and i want so badly to look away, but i would be in even deeper trouble then, and i don't think i can afford that. My body grow tense, and i want to cum, but Sir tells me in no uncertain terms that i am not allowed. i writhe beneath Him as He pounds into me, biting my lip and tightening my muscles to stave off climax. i am panting with the effort and moaning, because i want to cum, and it hurts to be denied.
Sir shoves in deep, pulling my hips up and toward Him, and cums with a stifled groan, spilling Himself inside me. He holds me there for a long minute, His cock twitching through His climax, then He slowly lowers me down and lets go. He pulls out right away, when He's still hard, and i cry out in shock and disappointment at the loss. i'm trembling, and panting, and skating the edge of climax myself and wanting so, so much to fall over that edge. i press my knees and thighs tightly together and feel Sir's pussy throbbing with need, and i give a choked sob in frustration.
Sir stretches out over my body to unbuckle my wrists and tells me to clean His cock. i scramble into position and pull Him into my mouth, sucking Him clean, licking His shaft, lapping up every trace of His release. When i finish i pull away, kneeling on the bed with my eyes downcast. i know that Sir will be addressing my actions at a future date, but for now, i wait quietly to see what Sir will have me - and His guest - do for Him next.
Friday, January 18, 2013
Earning My Stripes
---- explicit sexual situations ----
Sir has tasked me with creating a week-long 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 sends me a text at work, telling me to go straight home and to change into an outfit with garters. i am free to choose which one, but i am to remain panty-less, and He does want me to wear my strappy fuck-me shoes. i am to place a bowl of ice cubes next to the bed, as well, and i am to wait on the bed for Sir to arrive.
Hmm. Sir obviously has a plan.
When my work shift ends, i do as i am told. i select a red-and-black teddy set and black stockings; the garter nicely frames Sir's tattoo. i retrieve the ice and place it on the bedside table, then tug on my shoes. i climb onto the bed, and wait. Sir arrives less than 10 minutes later, and enters the bedroom, carrying a long, relatively narrow box. He leans the box against the wall and orders me to sit on the edge of the bed. The spike heels of my shoes get tangled in the comforter, and i work to free them before swinging my legs off the bed. i sit there, my feet dangling, my heels bumping against the side rails. Sir comes and leans over me, His hand weaving into my hair, and He tilts my head back and kisses me, and quite thoroughly.
When the kiss ends i am slightly breathless. Sir lets go of my hair and pushes me back, so that i fall to my back. He plants my feet up on the bed, my knees sharply bent, so that my heels are digging into the edge of the mattress. In this position, His pussy is completely open to Him, and He drops to His knees beside the bed, wraps His hands around my hips, and buries His face into His property.
Now - have i mentioned that i absolutely love it when Sir eats me? His tongue is slick and wet, and hot, and oh, so talented. He can make me cum in under a minute, if He chooses to, His mouth and teeth and tongue are magic, i swear. i would bronze His tongue and keep it forever, if that wouldn't absolutely ruin it.
Anyway - so Sir surprises me with His generous action, and almost before i know it, i am arching up and shrieking and cumming over His tongue, flooding His mouth, panting and trembling, and His pussy is almost too sensitive for Him to touch, but at the same time, i still want more, still crave more, still need more. Sir pulls away from me, and i whine in disappointment, but He merely laughs.
"So needy, Kitten," He says.
"Yes, Sir," i respond.
Sir tells me to follow Him, so i slide off the bed and walk on shaky legs to the foot of the bed. Sir has picked up the box, and holds it in front of Him. i can see now that one end has already been opened.
"Do you know what this is, Kitten?" He asks. i shake my head. Instead of answering verbally, He turns the box on its end and shakes it until the contents slide out of the box and thump gently on the floor. He tells me to pick it up.
i reach down and retrieve a thin rattan cane. It is simple, yet strangely elegant, and i run my hands over it, feeling the satiny-smooth, golden finish gliding over my hands. i twirl it experimentally, then test it by gently bending it. It is pliable, not too stiff, but not so thin that it's too "whippy." i play with it for a minute or so, and then Sir takes it from me. There's a gleam in His eye that warns me i'm about to become intimately acquainted with this implement.
Sir commands me to place my hands on the footboard of the bed, bracing myself on it and leaning over. Once i'm situated, He flicks His wrist, and the cane connects with my bare ass with a soft 'crack.' i jump, because it stings - it's not exactly painful, but it definitely gets my attention. Sir hits me again, a sharper blow, and i flinch and gasp because this one really smarts. Sir strikes me twice more, each blow strong enough to leave a welt, and i grip the footboard and cry out with the pain. Sir is not being cruel, nor is He actually beating me; but this session is already becoming difficult for me to take.
The next blow lands on my upper thigh; that one really hurts, and brings tears to my eyes. Damn. Sir lands another strike, and i twist away, trying to avoid the cane. That's a mistake - and Sir is quick to correct me. He steps forward and grabs me by the hair, pulling me up to my toes and holding me there while He leans in so close we are nearly nose to nose.
"Who owns you?" He demands. He shakes His hand to emphasize His words, tugging my hair painfully, and bringing fresh tears to my eyes. "You do, Sir," i answer, my voice shaky with tears.
"Do I?" He says. "Are you My slut? My sub? My property?"
"Yes, Sir," i answer again.
"Then I can do with my property what I wish, correct?" He asks, and i can only swallow noisily and agree. Of course He can.
He studies me for several long moments, then, seemingly satisfied, He releases my hair and steps back. Now i have a painfully tender scalp to go with my reddened, throbbing ass.
"Resume your position," He tells me. i grip the footboard again, lean over, and try to prepare myself.
He strikes my ass with the cane, crossing a welt He'd already placed there, and i flinch hard and cry out, but i don't move away. Instead, i suck in a deep breath and, with a shaky voice, say, "Thank you, Sir. May i have another?"
He complies with my request, and i shriek in pain, then repeat my question. We do this six times, the cane alternating between my ass and my legs. My whole bottom is on fire and throbbing, and it hurts so godddamn bad, and tears are streaming down my face and choking my voice when i speak. Sir lays one more stripe across my thighs, and i break. It's too much. i lay my head down on my arms and just sob.
Sir steps beside me and lays a hand on my back, and i flinch violently. He leans down and murmurs, "You did well, Kitten." i merely nod in response, still crying. God, this hurts so, so much. Sir takes me by the hand and leads me to the bathroom, where He runs a bath for me. As the tub fills, He gently helps me out of my outfit, unzipping my shoes and easing them off my feet, unclipping the stockings and tugging them down my legs, easing my teddy off. He helps me into the tub - oh, the water stings at first, and i can barely tolerate sitting down, but gradually i relax and let the warm water soothe my bottom.
i soak in the tub for a good while, until the water cools. i wash my face, cleaning away the traces of my tears, and cleanse my body, then drain the tub and climb out. i am careful to merely pat my bottom gently with the towel, as i'm still very sore. i see that Sir has left a bottle of unscented lotion by the sink, so i apply that generously after i've dried off. i dress in loose-fitting tap pants and a clean tank top, then wander out to the living room where Sir is. i sit down at His feet, gingerly, and lean my head against His knee. i'm feeling rather sleepy, truth be told, and i seek my comfort, as always, by being close to Sir.
comments are welcome, but please, be respectful of any other opinions expressed.
Sir has tasked me with creating a week-long 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 sends me a text at work, telling me to go straight home and to change into an outfit with garters. i am free to choose which one, but i am to remain panty-less, and He does want me to wear my strappy fuck-me shoes. i am to place a bowl of ice cubes next to the bed, as well, and i am to wait on the bed for Sir to arrive.
Hmm. Sir obviously has a plan.
When my work shift ends, i do as i am told. i select a red-and-black teddy set and black stockings; the garter nicely frames Sir's tattoo. i retrieve the ice and place it on the bedside table, then tug on my shoes. i climb onto the bed, and wait. Sir arrives less than 10 minutes later, and enters the bedroom, carrying a long, relatively narrow box. He leans the box against the wall and orders me to sit on the edge of the bed. The spike heels of my shoes get tangled in the comforter, and i work to free them before swinging my legs off the bed. i sit there, my feet dangling, my heels bumping against the side rails. Sir comes and leans over me, His hand weaving into my hair, and He tilts my head back and kisses me, and quite thoroughly.
When the kiss ends i am slightly breathless. Sir lets go of my hair and pushes me back, so that i fall to my back. He plants my feet up on the bed, my knees sharply bent, so that my heels are digging into the edge of the mattress. In this position, His pussy is completely open to Him, and He drops to His knees beside the bed, wraps His hands around my hips, and buries His face into His property.
Now - have i mentioned that i absolutely love it when Sir eats me? His tongue is slick and wet, and hot, and oh, so talented. He can make me cum in under a minute, if He chooses to, His mouth and teeth and tongue are magic, i swear. i would bronze His tongue and keep it forever, if that wouldn't absolutely ruin it.
Anyway - so Sir surprises me with His generous action, and almost before i know it, i am arching up and shrieking and cumming over His tongue, flooding His mouth, panting and trembling, and His pussy is almost too sensitive for Him to touch, but at the same time, i still want more, still crave more, still need more. Sir pulls away from me, and i whine in disappointment, but He merely laughs.
"So needy, Kitten," He says.
"Yes, Sir," i respond.
Sir tells me to follow Him, so i slide off the bed and walk on shaky legs to the foot of the bed. Sir has picked up the box, and holds it in front of Him. i can see now that one end has already been opened.
"Do you know what this is, Kitten?" He asks. i shake my head. Instead of answering verbally, He turns the box on its end and shakes it until the contents slide out of the box and thump gently on the floor. He tells me to pick it up.
i reach down and retrieve a thin rattan cane. It is simple, yet strangely elegant, and i run my hands over it, feeling the satiny-smooth, golden finish gliding over my hands. i twirl it experimentally, then test it by gently bending it. It is pliable, not too stiff, but not so thin that it's too "whippy." i play with it for a minute or so, and then Sir takes it from me. There's a gleam in His eye that warns me i'm about to become intimately acquainted with this implement.
Sir commands me to place my hands on the footboard of the bed, bracing myself on it and leaning over. Once i'm situated, He flicks His wrist, and the cane connects with my bare ass with a soft 'crack.' i jump, because it stings - it's not exactly painful, but it definitely gets my attention. Sir hits me again, a sharper blow, and i flinch and gasp because this one really smarts. Sir strikes me twice more, each blow strong enough to leave a welt, and i grip the footboard and cry out with the pain. Sir is not being cruel, nor is He actually beating me; but this session is already becoming difficult for me to take.
The next blow lands on my upper thigh; that one really hurts, and brings tears to my eyes. Damn. Sir lands another strike, and i twist away, trying to avoid the cane. That's a mistake - and Sir is quick to correct me. He steps forward and grabs me by the hair, pulling me up to my toes and holding me there while He leans in so close we are nearly nose to nose.
"Who owns you?" He demands. He shakes His hand to emphasize His words, tugging my hair painfully, and bringing fresh tears to my eyes. "You do, Sir," i answer, my voice shaky with tears.
"Do I?" He says. "Are you My slut? My sub? My property?"
"Yes, Sir," i answer again.
"Then I can do with my property what I wish, correct?" He asks, and i can only swallow noisily and agree. Of course He can.
He studies me for several long moments, then, seemingly satisfied, He releases my hair and steps back. Now i have a painfully tender scalp to go with my reddened, throbbing ass.
"Resume your position," He tells me. i grip the footboard again, lean over, and try to prepare myself.
He strikes my ass with the cane, crossing a welt He'd already placed there, and i flinch hard and cry out, but i don't move away. Instead, i suck in a deep breath and, with a shaky voice, say, "Thank you, Sir. May i have another?"
He complies with my request, and i shriek in pain, then repeat my question. We do this six times, the cane alternating between my ass and my legs. My whole bottom is on fire and throbbing, and it hurts so godddamn bad, and tears are streaming down my face and choking my voice when i speak. Sir lays one more stripe across my thighs, and i break. It's too much. i lay my head down on my arms and just sob.
Sir steps beside me and lays a hand on my back, and i flinch violently. He leans down and murmurs, "You did well, Kitten." i merely nod in response, still crying. God, this hurts so, so much. Sir takes me by the hand and leads me to the bathroom, where He runs a bath for me. As the tub fills, He gently helps me out of my outfit, unzipping my shoes and easing them off my feet, unclipping the stockings and tugging them down my legs, easing my teddy off. He helps me into the tub - oh, the water stings at first, and i can barely tolerate sitting down, but gradually i relax and let the warm water soothe my bottom.
i soak in the tub for a good while, until the water cools. i wash my face, cleaning away the traces of my tears, and cleanse my body, then drain the tub and climb out. i am careful to merely pat my bottom gently with the towel, as i'm still very sore. i see that Sir has left a bottle of unscented lotion by the sink, so i apply that generously after i've dried off. i dress in loose-fitting tap pants and a clean tank top, then wander out to the living room where Sir is. i sit down at His feet, gingerly, and lean my head against His knee. i'm feeling rather sleepy, truth be told, and i seek my comfort, as always, by being close to Sir.
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