That would be a tie between Scott Pilgrim vs. The World and Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows Part 1. Both were excellent in their own ways.
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Thursday, December 30, 2010
Stingy or thuddy?
Oooh...if this is in reference to sounds (which if it isn't, I apologize, that just seems to be where my mind is right now) that is quite an excellent question! Difficult to answer, but excellent! Hmm....I would have to say....thuddy. The flogger that my Master uses has some weight to it, and makes this great thud when it hits my back. Iit just sends shivers all over my body, I can't get enough of it!
Do you skew younger or older in your partners?
Older for sure. I have accidentally become attracted to men in the past that I eventually found out were a year or so younger than me, but older has always been what felt right for me.
My plug is iridescent purple, what's yours?
Things have been very frustrating lately. The original treatment for the yeast infection I used didn't work all the way. I talked to a pharmacist, and she said that since I didn't stop taking my antibiotics until three days after the treatment that it would be wise for me to get a second treatment, and if that didn't help that I should see a doctor. So I made the plan to get a new treatment (a three day treatment box this time) on Wednesday when I went to Peter's after work. He had told me he had a surprise for me when I got there, so I was really excited. When I got there, we sat on his couch and he said we should go get me a plug. I asked if that was my surprise, but it wasn't. We went out, got my treatment, then stopped to get me a plug. He also picked up some new lubes to try, and I found a new clitoral stimulating vibrator (nothing fancy, just something simple to get the job done when I needed it). The plan was for us to come back, I was going to make dinner, then we were going to try out the plug (since anything vaginal was still not an option), and then I would get my surprise. Well, we were too excited and ended up trying out the plug first. I wanted to cleanse myself first, so I hopped in the tub and cleaned up before heading to the bedroom. Peter did his best to try and make me comfortable. Kissing my chest, down my stomach, my legs...nibbling here and there. Then he made it down to my ass and bit the cheeks a few times before using his tongue. I tried so hard to just relax and enjoy it, but I couldn't. He grabbed the lube and got me ready for his fingers. I had trouble even with that. I was so incredibly uncomfortable for some reason, and with me tensing up plus his nails....it felt like he was trying to tear me apart from the inside. He was very aware of how I was feeling, and kept asking if I wanted to stop. I didn't want him to, but I know if I did, he would have been completely fine with it. We decided to try with the plug. It was a long smoother than his fingers (no nails), but it hurt. And he went SLOW. Holding just the tip in for a few moments before sliding it back out, then in again...just a little further than before. At this point, I was on my knees with my head down onto a pillow. My ass up in the air in all it's glory. Peter was sitting behind me by the end of the bed, sliding the plug into me and stroking himself slowly. It was really turning him on, how much I was taking in, and he kept reassuring me and telling me how good I was doing. It was really starting to hurt right towards the end, but Peter kept encouraging me. Next thing I knew, it was in. He was so proud of me. He held the plug in place for a moment, then moved up to kiss my head, and allowed me to take his cock in my mouth. I only had the plug in for maybe five minutes before he took it out, re-lubed, and then gently pushed his way in. The plug hurt coming out, and him going in right after didn't feel much better. He told me to use my new toy, and I begged to cum (it had been nearly two weeks since I was allowed). But I couldn't do it. I was so distracted and so uncomfortable that it made me tense, and completely unable to relax and enjoy the moment. Everything was painful. He stopped. Went to go clean himself up, and brought me a rag to clean myself with. When I came back, he wanted to make sure I was alright, and just cuddled me under the covers for a while. I felt terrible, but I knew it just wasn't going to happen that night. I motioned to please him, and he said we could wait until I was ok again. We laid there for a few minutes, and I started to stroke him. Slow. Almost like a gentile, comforting rub like you would do to someone's shoulder or back when they were sad. That went on for a few minutes, and he was loving it. He eventually told me to suck his cock, so I moved down to do as I was told. He was clean at this point, don't worry, I made sure to ask him that before even touching. I approached this task with grace and elegance, which are not the type of things you would ever think to associate with sucking a mans cock, but that's the best way I can think to describe it. Saying it was sweet just doesn't seem to do it justice.When he came, at first it seemed normal, but the second burst hit the back of my throat with such a force that it gagged me, so I had to pull back. I really wasn't expecting that. I helped him clean up, and that was the end of that. I felt terrible that I was unable to continue with anal, but he understood.
Peter's job was making him work both Christmas Eve and Christmas day, so we had to try and work everything around that. I met him at his parents house at night on Christmas Eve after looking at lights with my family (a tradition of ours), then it was back to his house for sleep since he had to work early the next day. I went home to spend the morning with my family after he left, and then went back to his house after he got home from work to do our gift exchange and then go to his aunts for dinner. We both spoiled each other this year (I suppose that is common for your first Christmas together). No kinky items were exchanged, although I did get him a set of Cutco knives that I'm sure he could put to use on my skin at some point. After all was said and done, I was a bit more relaxed by the end of Christmas day. We decided to try again. This time, I requested for him to not use his mouth down there and instead just touch. He brought out the flogger and began to whip me with it. Not what I was expecting at all, but it seemed to really work. It was so familiar and comforting...plus I had been longing for something of the sort, so it just really chilled me out. Peter began to use his fingers, making sure I was well lubed up before he pushed his way in with his cock...no plug this time. I'm sure we could have used it and things would have been fine, but we were both just so excited. It hurt a little, but I was able to calm down and just take it. I can't remember if I've ever said this in here before or not, but I'm beginning to realize that I can enjoy anal much more when it is mean, and raunchy. It just seems like a dirty thing, and so it feels better when He says things to me that fit the situation, or holds my head down to the bed and pushes his way deep into my ass. Calling me His slut, and that sluts like me love to take it in the ass. I wouldn't say I love taking it in the ass, but in that moment...when he's telling me to take it like the slut I am...I can't help but get into it. I was able to cum that night. It felt like such a relief. I screamed so fucking loud, it felt really good. When we were done, we stayed in place for a moment. The second Peter pulled out, I was shocked with pain, and a great deal of it. It was as if he had fucked everything aside, and it was all trying to shift back into place at once, causing me to cry out in pain. Not a good kind of pain either. Peter imediately asked if I was alright, what happened, and what he could do. After a minute or two of not moving, I was completely fine. Everything seemed to be in order, so I got up and went to clean myself off. No blood, no nothing. I was right as rain. Well, my ass was a wee bit sore, but that is quite normal after getting rammed in the ass repeatedly, ha.
Tuesday while I was at work, I developed a horrible migraine headache that would not go away. I took the strongest pain medication I had on me left over from my dentist visit, and that didn't even touch it. Any sort of light felt like needles being shoved in my eyes, going deep into my brain. Peter asked if I wanted him to come get me since I couldn't even see straight and just felt horrible. Not even a full minute after he got here and I was telling him what he could grab, I ran to go throw up. It was terrible. He got a new trash bag plus an extra one for the road from one of my coworkers, then we headed out. I didn't even make it back to his house without throwing up again, plus a couple more times at his place. It was just terrible. He rubbed my back as I got sick, and made sure I had water by the bed and a cold rag for my head. He did all of this around 9pm when he had to be up for work by 1am. He is very good to me. I spent the next morning trying to get some work done on my laptop, and trying not to feel sick. After I got some work done, I laid down and took a nap. Didn't get up until right when Peter was about to get off work. So I jumped up and hopped in the shower. Had to turn the shower off twice and open up the window because I thought I was going to pass out. When Peter got home, I was on the bed, still naked from the shower, and just trying to catch my breath, head still spinning. It seemed all of my ailing was done with. I had checked with my finger the day before, and it appeared that my infection was gone. We were both horny as all getup (even though I was feeling like crap), so we decided to try to have sex. We also decided to try out the other new lube we had bought (one was water based, the second was silicon based....which is the one we decided to try). It went really well. When he slid in, it felt like he was re-stretching me to accommodate his size. It felt so good, and so right. I really missed having his cock deep inside my cunt. We both just kind of let ourselves go and enjoyed the feeling for a while, going slow to make sure it didn't worsen my headache or stomachache. Peter had made sure to apply the lube all over, including my clit, so it was ready to be rubbed. He massaged my clit over and over again until I came a few times. He pulled out at one point, and I think he was hoping I would squirt. I think due to my lack of hydration, it prevented me from being able to squirt. It felt good none the less, and he continued to fuck me after. When he came, we laid there for a few moments. Of course, once all my issues are done with why not start my period too? Things were a little messy, but not too bad, so clean up was quick.
Today, I am quite horny. I think having Peter inside my cunt for the first time in two and a half weeks really kicked that in high gear. I want it so bad again. Tomorrow is new years eve. He has to work, but then we're going to my friend's house for a little party. I am hoping to get a new dress for the party, but if not....something sexy from my trunk will be worn for sure. I do hope Peter and I have time to have a little fun first before we go to the party. I long for a good beating. I want it so fucking bad.....Not gonna lie, I kind of want to go to his house and be there when he gets home from work tonight (after midnight) and be waiting for him, but I know he has to be up for work at 7am, so that is a no-go.
I hope everyone had a great Christmas (or other holiday that you may have celebrated, or hell...even if you didn't celebrate and you just drank and masturbated all day). Best wishes for the new year!!!
I have a few questions to answer on Formspring today so check back for those after reading this. Feel free to ask me some questions yourself!
Peter's job was making him work both Christmas Eve and Christmas day, so we had to try and work everything around that. I met him at his parents house at night on Christmas Eve after looking at lights with my family (a tradition of ours), then it was back to his house for sleep since he had to work early the next day. I went home to spend the morning with my family after he left, and then went back to his house after he got home from work to do our gift exchange and then go to his aunts for dinner. We both spoiled each other this year (I suppose that is common for your first Christmas together). No kinky items were exchanged, although I did get him a set of Cutco knives that I'm sure he could put to use on my skin at some point. After all was said and done, I was a bit more relaxed by the end of Christmas day. We decided to try again. This time, I requested for him to not use his mouth down there and instead just touch. He brought out the flogger and began to whip me with it. Not what I was expecting at all, but it seemed to really work. It was so familiar and comforting...plus I had been longing for something of the sort, so it just really chilled me out. Peter began to use his fingers, making sure I was well lubed up before he pushed his way in with his cock...no plug this time. I'm sure we could have used it and things would have been fine, but we were both just so excited. It hurt a little, but I was able to calm down and just take it. I can't remember if I've ever said this in here before or not, but I'm beginning to realize that I can enjoy anal much more when it is mean, and raunchy. It just seems like a dirty thing, and so it feels better when He says things to me that fit the situation, or holds my head down to the bed and pushes his way deep into my ass. Calling me His slut, and that sluts like me love to take it in the ass. I wouldn't say I love taking it in the ass, but in that moment...when he's telling me to take it like the slut I am...I can't help but get into it. I was able to cum that night. It felt like such a relief. I screamed so fucking loud, it felt really good. When we were done, we stayed in place for a moment. The second Peter pulled out, I was shocked with pain, and a great deal of it. It was as if he had fucked everything aside, and it was all trying to shift back into place at once, causing me to cry out in pain. Not a good kind of pain either. Peter imediately asked if I was alright, what happened, and what he could do. After a minute or two of not moving, I was completely fine. Everything seemed to be in order, so I got up and went to clean myself off. No blood, no nothing. I was right as rain. Well, my ass was a wee bit sore, but that is quite normal after getting rammed in the ass repeatedly, ha.
Tuesday while I was at work, I developed a horrible migraine headache that would not go away. I took the strongest pain medication I had on me left over from my dentist visit, and that didn't even touch it. Any sort of light felt like needles being shoved in my eyes, going deep into my brain. Peter asked if I wanted him to come get me since I couldn't even see straight and just felt horrible. Not even a full minute after he got here and I was telling him what he could grab, I ran to go throw up. It was terrible. He got a new trash bag plus an extra one for the road from one of my coworkers, then we headed out. I didn't even make it back to his house without throwing up again, plus a couple more times at his place. It was just terrible. He rubbed my back as I got sick, and made sure I had water by the bed and a cold rag for my head. He did all of this around 9pm when he had to be up for work by 1am. He is very good to me. I spent the next morning trying to get some work done on my laptop, and trying not to feel sick. After I got some work done, I laid down and took a nap. Didn't get up until right when Peter was about to get off work. So I jumped up and hopped in the shower. Had to turn the shower off twice and open up the window because I thought I was going to pass out. When Peter got home, I was on the bed, still naked from the shower, and just trying to catch my breath, head still spinning. It seemed all of my ailing was done with. I had checked with my finger the day before, and it appeared that my infection was gone. We were both horny as all getup (even though I was feeling like crap), so we decided to try to have sex. We also decided to try out the other new lube we had bought (one was water based, the second was silicon based....which is the one we decided to try). It went really well. When he slid in, it felt like he was re-stretching me to accommodate his size. It felt so good, and so right. I really missed having his cock deep inside my cunt. We both just kind of let ourselves go and enjoyed the feeling for a while, going slow to make sure it didn't worsen my headache or stomachache. Peter had made sure to apply the lube all over, including my clit, so it was ready to be rubbed. He massaged my clit over and over again until I came a few times. He pulled out at one point, and I think he was hoping I would squirt. I think due to my lack of hydration, it prevented me from being able to squirt. It felt good none the less, and he continued to fuck me after. When he came, we laid there for a few moments. Of course, once all my issues are done with why not start my period too? Things were a little messy, but not too bad, so clean up was quick.
Today, I am quite horny. I think having Peter inside my cunt for the first time in two and a half weeks really kicked that in high gear. I want it so bad again. Tomorrow is new years eve. He has to work, but then we're going to my friend's house for a little party. I am hoping to get a new dress for the party, but if not....something sexy from my trunk will be worn for sure. I do hope Peter and I have time to have a little fun first before we go to the party. I long for a good beating. I want it so fucking bad.....Not gonna lie, I kind of want to go to his house and be there when he gets home from work tonight (after midnight) and be waiting for him, but I know he has to be up for work at 7am, so that is a no-go.
I hope everyone had a great Christmas (or other holiday that you may have celebrated, or hell...even if you didn't celebrate and you just drank and masturbated all day). Best wishes for the new year!!!
I have a few questions to answer on Formspring today so check back for those after reading this. Feel free to ask me some questions yourself!
Tuesday, December 21, 2010
Pleasure for Him
It's been a minute, so I'll make a quick update.
Health-wise....I'm doing better. I finished taking my antibiotics on Friday, so I figure I'll give it an extra day or two for the irritation from the yeast infection to clear up before I start freaking out (apparently they can take up to a week to go away, even with medication). So we'll see. If it doesn't clear up by the end of the week, I'll be getting my ass to a doctor first thing Monday morning. I just hope I can find somewhere that is good, but also really inexpensive.
I'm really excited for Christmas this year. I didn't get Master anything kinky like I did for his birthday, though one of the gifts could be used for fun I suppose. Hmm....I still have a few more days. I can't really afford it, but I would like to get him something fun. Ahh...Maybe I'll get lucky and I'll get something fun from the Kinky Santa on FetLife. They allowed you to ask for three things. I asked for a Multi-Cuff Wrist Suspension Cuffs, an Apprentice Violet Wand Kit, or a Royal Pains (in the Butt) Set. The wand kit I know Master has been wanting to try, but they are awfully expensive. As for the Royal Pain set, that is a set of canes.....all that I would be more than happy to take a beating with from Master (and I believe he's been wanting more canes). The cuffs are more for the appeal of me I believe. I have always wanted to be suspended, and these would be so comfortable and perfect. I just hope I am chosen to win. They are giving away $15,000 in gifts away, and if I'm not mistaken you only get one. My first choice was the cuffs, then the wand, and the canes are third. So....cross your fingers for me!
I know He is really excited for me to heal. He really wants to fuck me, and I can't wait for him to be able to. Since I couldn't over the weekend, I just pleased him. He made me go down on him a few times, but he made it worth my while. There were times when he would pull my head up and kiss me, then he'd twist and pinch my nipples while he rubbed himself before forcing my head back down onto his cock. I hate that my jaw has a tendency to close up and start to hurt because it makes me have to switch back and forth between mouth and hands. It's annoying for me, and I can only imagine that it sucks for Him (especially if he's getting close, or it just feels really good). The second time he had me do it, I actually wasn't in the mood at all, and really didn't feel like it. But I did because that's what a slave does. I ended up getting into it which is typical, so no harm done. I swallowed each time like always. Peter said if I ever don't want to, he would be alright with me going to spit it out. That is really nice of him because I'm sure there would be times when I don't want to, but those would be rare. Even if I don't want to, I still try because I know it will please him (though I'm sure now as long as I'm happy, he'll be pleased). Except the hardcore play sessions. Those don't happen unless I am totally into it, and if I'm that into it....I will take it as it comes (pun intended).
I think that's all for now. Hopefully I'll have something crazy to write about soon! Thanks for the comments! Keep 'em coming! Oh, and don't forget, if you have a question and you want to ask anonymously or not, ask me on Formspring!
Hope everyone has a lovely holiday!
Health-wise....I'm doing better. I finished taking my antibiotics on Friday, so I figure I'll give it an extra day or two for the irritation from the yeast infection to clear up before I start freaking out (apparently they can take up to a week to go away, even with medication). So we'll see. If it doesn't clear up by the end of the week, I'll be getting my ass to a doctor first thing Monday morning. I just hope I can find somewhere that is good, but also really inexpensive.
I'm really excited for Christmas this year. I didn't get Master anything kinky like I did for his birthday, though one of the gifts could be used for fun I suppose. Hmm....I still have a few more days. I can't really afford it, but I would like to get him something fun. Ahh...Maybe I'll get lucky and I'll get something fun from the Kinky Santa on FetLife. They allowed you to ask for three things. I asked for a Multi-Cuff Wrist Suspension Cuffs, an Apprentice Violet Wand Kit, or a Royal Pains (in the Butt) Set. The wand kit I know Master has been wanting to try, but they are awfully expensive. As for the Royal Pain set, that is a set of canes.....all that I would be more than happy to take a beating with from Master (and I believe he's been wanting more canes). The cuffs are more for the appeal of me I believe. I have always wanted to be suspended, and these would be so comfortable and perfect. I just hope I am chosen to win. They are giving away $15,000 in gifts away, and if I'm not mistaken you only get one. My first choice was the cuffs, then the wand, and the canes are third. So....cross your fingers for me!
I know He is really excited for me to heal. He really wants to fuck me, and I can't wait for him to be able to. Since I couldn't over the weekend, I just pleased him. He made me go down on him a few times, but he made it worth my while. There were times when he would pull my head up and kiss me, then he'd twist and pinch my nipples while he rubbed himself before forcing my head back down onto his cock. I hate that my jaw has a tendency to close up and start to hurt because it makes me have to switch back and forth between mouth and hands. It's annoying for me, and I can only imagine that it sucks for Him (especially if he's getting close, or it just feels really good). The second time he had me do it, I actually wasn't in the mood at all, and really didn't feel like it. But I did because that's what a slave does. I ended up getting into it which is typical, so no harm done. I swallowed each time like always. Peter said if I ever don't want to, he would be alright with me going to spit it out. That is really nice of him because I'm sure there would be times when I don't want to, but those would be rare. Even if I don't want to, I still try because I know it will please him (though I'm sure now as long as I'm happy, he'll be pleased). Except the hardcore play sessions. Those don't happen unless I am totally into it, and if I'm that into it....I will take it as it comes (pun intended).
I think that's all for now. Hopefully I'll have something crazy to write about soon! Thanks for the comments! Keep 'em coming! Oh, and don't forget, if you have a question and you want to ask anonymously or not, ask me on Formspring!
Hope everyone has a lovely holiday!
Wednesday, December 15, 2010
No sex for a while.
I've been dealing with a lot at home lately, so going to Peter's for the weekend was really needed.
We both worked our last Saturdays for a while at our jobs, and then snuggled together. We only had sex a few times this weekend, and it seems I am out of commission for a little bit. After sex on Saturday, I felt some irritation. Normal when there isn't enough lubrication, but I don't remember there being a lack of it. The pain got worse after sex on Sunday. Granted, it was a little rougher than the night before (I recently dyed my hair pink and Peter was having fun grabbing hold of it from behind as he rammed into me). When Peter realized how much pain I was in, He suggested we hold off for a bit and let me heal. I decided to ask some questions to the people over at FetLife, and got some good suggestions. I tried an Epsom salt bath last night and that gave me almost immediate relief. Then I also tried this cream that was suggested (Traumeel). It says it's for muscular and joint pain, but I figured what the heck. It seemed to also help a little bit with the pain, and that's when I started to notice the irritation. Not irritation from the cream, but a more familiar kind. I've always been really prone to yeast infections for some reason, so I figured that's what it must be. I even went back on FetLife and thanked everyone, saying what had worked and that I thought I was now getting a yeast infection. And of course, I was right. I am so incredibly uncomfortable and irritated right now, it's not even funny.
I stopped on my way to Peter's for some relief medicine yesterday. I couldn't decide if I was just having yeast infection-like symptoms or if it was a straight up yeast infection, so I went to talk to the pharmacist. She said it is probably a yeast infection caused by the antibiotics I'm taking for the tooth infection I had. I spent the extra $2 and got the one-dose stuff instead of the three-dose, which I am now wishing I hadn't. Before bed I used it, cleansed with a medicated wipe I had bought (just for added relief), and then applied the external cream that came with the medicine. I woke up in the middle of the night in pain and so much irritation. I couldn't get back to sleep for a good hour or so. It was horrible. I even got up to go use the medicated wipes, and that didn't seem to help much. I tried to distract myself by booting my computer up and searching out doctors. Since I don't have any insurance, I have to be kind of picky about where I go. I have to make sure they are either low cost, or that they at least will do reasonable payment plans with me for anything they have to do for me. I found a couple I was going to call on if the pain or irritation got any worse. I put on the TV and started to watch some random rerun of Scrubs and eventually passed out. Glasses on and all.
Woke up today feeling much better. I used the wipes again then hopped in the shower. I considered putting the external cream on, but after the night I had, I decided against it. Although I was feeling better, I still felt very uncomfortable and irritated. Everything felt raw and swollen (which means I probably scratched myself in my sleep more than I thought). I'm doing ok now, I just really wish this would clear up soon. I really hate this feeling.
I think if I ever get some extra money (which I doubt I ever will), I will find a doctor and find out why I am so prone to yeast infections. I am very careful about making sure my area is always clean so I don't think it has anything to do with that. I'm not sure, but it could possibly be a genetic thing. Who knows. All the websites I've read say even with one-dose medicines it could take up to seven days for an infection to clear up. Ugh.
We both worked our last Saturdays for a while at our jobs, and then snuggled together. We only had sex a few times this weekend, and it seems I am out of commission for a little bit. After sex on Saturday, I felt some irritation. Normal when there isn't enough lubrication, but I don't remember there being a lack of it. The pain got worse after sex on Sunday. Granted, it was a little rougher than the night before (I recently dyed my hair pink and Peter was having fun grabbing hold of it from behind as he rammed into me). When Peter realized how much pain I was in, He suggested we hold off for a bit and let me heal. I decided to ask some questions to the people over at FetLife, and got some good suggestions. I tried an Epsom salt bath last night and that gave me almost immediate relief. Then I also tried this cream that was suggested (Traumeel). It says it's for muscular and joint pain, but I figured what the heck. It seemed to also help a little bit with the pain, and that's when I started to notice the irritation. Not irritation from the cream, but a more familiar kind. I've always been really prone to yeast infections for some reason, so I figured that's what it must be. I even went back on FetLife and thanked everyone, saying what had worked and that I thought I was now getting a yeast infection. And of course, I was right. I am so incredibly uncomfortable and irritated right now, it's not even funny.
I stopped on my way to Peter's for some relief medicine yesterday. I couldn't decide if I was just having yeast infection-like symptoms or if it was a straight up yeast infection, so I went to talk to the pharmacist. She said it is probably a yeast infection caused by the antibiotics I'm taking for the tooth infection I had. I spent the extra $2 and got the one-dose stuff instead of the three-dose, which I am now wishing I hadn't. Before bed I used it, cleansed with a medicated wipe I had bought (just for added relief), and then applied the external cream that came with the medicine. I woke up in the middle of the night in pain and so much irritation. I couldn't get back to sleep for a good hour or so. It was horrible. I even got up to go use the medicated wipes, and that didn't seem to help much. I tried to distract myself by booting my computer up and searching out doctors. Since I don't have any insurance, I have to be kind of picky about where I go. I have to make sure they are either low cost, or that they at least will do reasonable payment plans with me for anything they have to do for me. I found a couple I was going to call on if the pain or irritation got any worse. I put on the TV and started to watch some random rerun of Scrubs and eventually passed out. Glasses on and all.
Woke up today feeling much better. I used the wipes again then hopped in the shower. I considered putting the external cream on, but after the night I had, I decided against it. Although I was feeling better, I still felt very uncomfortable and irritated. Everything felt raw and swollen (which means I probably scratched myself in my sleep more than I thought). I'm doing ok now, I just really wish this would clear up soon. I really hate this feeling.
I think if I ever get some extra money (which I doubt I ever will), I will find a doctor and find out why I am so prone to yeast infections. I am very careful about making sure my area is always clean so I don't think it has anything to do with that. I'm not sure, but it could possibly be a genetic thing. Who knows. All the websites I've read say even with one-dose medicines it could take up to seven days for an infection to clear up. Ugh.
Monday, December 13, 2010
Was 2010 a good or bad year for you? Why? What are you hoping for in 2011?
2010 was not a particularly good year, but it wasn't terrible. I've dealt with bad news, deaths in the family, medical issues of my own, depression from all sides....this year has been hell. That being said, I did meet Peter this year, and that is something spectacular by itself. Cheesy, I know, but it's the truth. He has me completely smitten.
In 2011, I really just want things to get better. Yes, that's vague. I would really like to find a new job. One that pays a little better, is full time, and will give me medical benefits (and not being in a snowy state would be even better). I also hope that if I make enough money, I would be able to help my family out with their bills. I know that is not my job, but I have this need to help the ones I love. And if I can, then I will. I guess what I really want is just for a better year than this one was.
Thanks for all the questions! ^_^
In 2011, I really just want things to get better. Yes, that's vague. I would really like to find a new job. One that pays a little better, is full time, and will give me medical benefits (and not being in a snowy state would be even better). I also hope that if I make enough money, I would be able to help my family out with their bills. I know that is not my job, but I have this need to help the ones I love. And if I can, then I will. I guess what I really want is just for a better year than this one was.
Thanks for all the questions! ^_^
Friday, December 10, 2010
biggest item you've taken anally?
Honestly, Peter's cock. We've never put anything else in there (except a finger, and once before a vibrator), and I am just fine with that. I really don't want anything else all up in my area, except maybe a plug. Peter wants to get me one so that we can properly train my ass, but who knows when we'll actually get around to doing that.
Tuesday, December 7, 2010
Do you have a holiday wish?
Honestly....I think I would wish for things in general to get better for my parents. They are dealing with so much right now, and it's just really hard on them.
I do as much as I can to help, but there is only so much I can do.
I do as much as I can to help, but there is only so much I can do.
Monday, December 6, 2010
That's the spot.
This past week it was my special time of the month, so naturally my emotions were going haywire. Add that on top of all the stress I've been dealing with and you have a very easily triggered weepy Kai. Peter was very attentive, and helped me work through it all. At one point in the weekend I was just feeling physically gross. He held me while I cried and talked me down (as well as chuckled at how silly I was being, which....if you knew the dynamic of our relationship to a full, you would know that this was acceptable).
Work got in the way of everything this weekend. I had to work early Saturday morning, then again Saturday night, and once more Sunday afternoon. Now, this wouldn't be such a hassle if Peter or I lived anywhere near either of my jobs. But as it is, he is around 40 minutes away, and my house is roughly an hour away. Not ideal, but you know....that's how it goes for now. Basically....I did a lot of driving.
I was exhausted when I got back from work Saturday night. We relaxed and watched some TV before going to bed. My head was sore from the headache I fought so hard to get rid of all day, and Peter was dealing with one himself, so I figured it was just going to be a right to sleep kind of thing. I was a little horny, but I figured it could wait since we both weren't up to par. I was a bit mistaken. I was laying on my stomach all ready to sleep, eyes closed and everything, when Peter took off his pants and told me to suck his dick. I just chuckled and didn't move. Not really taking too kindly to my lack of obedience, he grabbed my hair and pulled my mouth down to his cock. I sucked on him for a long while, trying something new; breathing on his balls and legs. Ok, it's not really a "new" thing, I know that. I've just never done that before really. Earlier in the week, we were talking about strip clubs and he was telling me what they do for lap dances (I have never been to any sort of strip club, and he has). He mentioned how the strippers will breathe on a guy's crotch during a lap dance, and that it's really hot. So....I gave it a shot. Turned out to work pretty well because he shivered and made quite a few noises that got me going. When he was ready to fuck me, he had me bend over. I grabbed the lube and put a teeny-tiny drop on myself ("that time" seems to make me produce less of my own personal lubricant), and he slid in with ease. He fucked me for a nice long time. God, I love the way he feels inside me. He brought his hand up and put his thumb on my asshole. It sent shivers all over my body, and I told him if he wanted to do that he really had to lube it up and make me ready for it. Peter put some lube on his finger, rubbing my hole and sliding it in. He did his best to stretch it out which was a bit easier than normal because I was able to relax for this. The whole time he stretch my ass out, he was fucking my cunt and I was rubbing my clit. When he decided my ass was ready, he got a little more lube for it before sliding in. Let me tell you....it felt incredibly good. My cunt was dripping wet from all the fun (at first I thought it was from the lube I put on it, then I remembered I barely used any), so it was really hard to make myself cum. I had to keep wiping excess fluid on my thigh so I could actually get some friction going on. I begged Peter to be meaner (apparently anal sex equals "treat me like a fucking whore" in my book, haha), and he did. He continually called me a fucking slut, letting him fuck my ass and taking it like the whore I am. Fuck, I loved every second of it. Finally I came a couple times, and when he did he pulled out to cum all over my back.
The next day we had a little discussion about the sex. He was asking me how I liked it and everything, and I told him I really enjoyed myself, although I still get embarrassed about it. Ass play in general is a bit taboo in the vanilla world, and to be a girl and enjoy it? Well, that just makes you a slut or something. I mean, I've only allowed a couple of guys to do it, and each time it was not good for me. I'm still a little weird about His mouth being there and all. The first time I ever had that happen was back when I was super young, faking orgasms, and still thinking that was just how sex was ever going to be (so it wasn't completely enjoyable for me). Plus, it was a surprise. I totally thought that was something the guy really wanted so I pretended to enjoy it, but I was totally creeped out and turned off. Anal sex was just painful as all hell because the guys never did it right (I didn't know that then, but I do now). I'm not all that crazy about Peter tossing my salad, but put his fingers just around the area and I am game. Unless that's not what I'm in the mood for. But even then, I still will submit to his pleasure because I am His, and I am eager to please. I will say this....that session was probably the best anal sex session I have ever had. I wore a thong to work on Sunday, and the entire time I was there I was very aware of the fabric rubbing up against my asshole. Not gonna lie, I sort of enjoyed it.
I'm feeling kind of frisky tonight. Peter is about done with his shower, and then we're going to get some stuff to make dinner with. Hopefully we have a chance to have some fun before I have to go home. Last night when we had sex, He got to cum but said I had to wait until today. So I am very excited.
Work got in the way of everything this weekend. I had to work early Saturday morning, then again Saturday night, and once more Sunday afternoon. Now, this wouldn't be such a hassle if Peter or I lived anywhere near either of my jobs. But as it is, he is around 40 minutes away, and my house is roughly an hour away. Not ideal, but you know....that's how it goes for now. Basically....I did a lot of driving.
I was exhausted when I got back from work Saturday night. We relaxed and watched some TV before going to bed. My head was sore from the headache I fought so hard to get rid of all day, and Peter was dealing with one himself, so I figured it was just going to be a right to sleep kind of thing. I was a little horny, but I figured it could wait since we both weren't up to par. I was a bit mistaken. I was laying on my stomach all ready to sleep, eyes closed and everything, when Peter took off his pants and told me to suck his dick. I just chuckled and didn't move. Not really taking too kindly to my lack of obedience, he grabbed my hair and pulled my mouth down to his cock. I sucked on him for a long while, trying something new; breathing on his balls and legs. Ok, it's not really a "new" thing, I know that. I've just never done that before really. Earlier in the week, we were talking about strip clubs and he was telling me what they do for lap dances (I have never been to any sort of strip club, and he has). He mentioned how the strippers will breathe on a guy's crotch during a lap dance, and that it's really hot. So....I gave it a shot. Turned out to work pretty well because he shivered and made quite a few noises that got me going. When he was ready to fuck me, he had me bend over. I grabbed the lube and put a teeny-tiny drop on myself ("that time" seems to make me produce less of my own personal lubricant), and he slid in with ease. He fucked me for a nice long time. God, I love the way he feels inside me. He brought his hand up and put his thumb on my asshole. It sent shivers all over my body, and I told him if he wanted to do that he really had to lube it up and make me ready for it. Peter put some lube on his finger, rubbing my hole and sliding it in. He did his best to stretch it out which was a bit easier than normal because I was able to relax for this. The whole time he stretch my ass out, he was fucking my cunt and I was rubbing my clit. When he decided my ass was ready, he got a little more lube for it before sliding in. Let me tell you....it felt incredibly good. My cunt was dripping wet from all the fun (at first I thought it was from the lube I put on it, then I remembered I barely used any), so it was really hard to make myself cum. I had to keep wiping excess fluid on my thigh so I could actually get some friction going on. I begged Peter to be meaner (apparently anal sex equals "treat me like a fucking whore" in my book, haha), and he did. He continually called me a fucking slut, letting him fuck my ass and taking it like the whore I am. Fuck, I loved every second of it. Finally I came a couple times, and when he did he pulled out to cum all over my back.
The next day we had a little discussion about the sex. He was asking me how I liked it and everything, and I told him I really enjoyed myself, although I still get embarrassed about it. Ass play in general is a bit taboo in the vanilla world, and to be a girl and enjoy it? Well, that just makes you a slut or something. I mean, I've only allowed a couple of guys to do it, and each time it was not good for me. I'm still a little weird about His mouth being there and all. The first time I ever had that happen was back when I was super young, faking orgasms, and still thinking that was just how sex was ever going to be (so it wasn't completely enjoyable for me). Plus, it was a surprise. I totally thought that was something the guy really wanted so I pretended to enjoy it, but I was totally creeped out and turned off. Anal sex was just painful as all hell because the guys never did it right (I didn't know that then, but I do now). I'm not all that crazy about Peter tossing my salad, but put his fingers just around the area and I am game. Unless that's not what I'm in the mood for. But even then, I still will submit to his pleasure because I am His, and I am eager to please. I will say this....that session was probably the best anal sex session I have ever had. I wore a thong to work on Sunday, and the entire time I was there I was very aware of the fabric rubbing up against my asshole. Not gonna lie, I sort of enjoyed it.
I'm feeling kind of frisky tonight. Peter is about done with his shower, and then we're going to get some stuff to make dinner with. Hopefully we have a chance to have some fun before I have to go home. Last night when we had sex, He got to cum but said I had to wait until today. So I am very excited.
Wednesday, December 1, 2010
If you could spend a day as a man, what would you do? Or would you do anything different from your normal routine?
Honestly, I would probably masturbate and just play with myself in general for half the day. That way when I go back to being a girl, I would know some things that feel really good for my man.
I think I would also enjoy trying to pee while standing. Typical, I know..but I've always wondered. haha.
I think I would also enjoy trying to pee while standing. Typical, I know..but I've always wondered. haha.
What is the one question you would love to ask someone but never had the guts to?
I really have no idea. I've been thinking about this question since I read it yesterday. I can't really come up with an answer. Maybe I'll revisit it another time if I think of something. For now, I'm sorry.
Monday, November 29, 2010
Fuck cancer.
It's been a while since I last updated, I know. I apologize for that. Things have just been pretty chaotic in my life lately. I don't want to get too far into it, but I also don't want to be too vague.
My dad was diagnosed with follicular lymphoma earlier this year, and started with aggressive treatments of chemotherapy right away. A couple months ago we were thankful to find out it had gone into remission. He's been in a lot of pain lately, and tried to go get tests done. I say "tried" because the lovely doctors were so kind to refuse to give him the tests unless he paid right then and there. They did this to him twice, causing him to become very depressed and angry. After my mother called the office and told them if they'd rather my parents go to the ER and give them their money they would, the doctor's changed their tune and got my dad right in. Greedy fucking bastards. I understand that everyone needs to get paid, but seriously...hound the people who have money and insurance. Maybe if my dad could get some help he could actually go back to work and get insurance. We finally got the results of the test last week. Everything looked alright, but they think he has an ulcer. Though that's probably not what is causing him all the pain he is in. So we have no idea about that yet.
The night before Thanksgiving my mother got some unfortunate news from my uncle. His 14 year-old son had died. Cancer. Fucking cancer. The kid barely got to become a human being. I left work early on Thanksgiving once someone else got there. I went to Peter's house on my way home. I needed a hug, and I didn't want to break down in front of my family. I feel the need to be the strong one for everyone, so I try not to cry. It was quite difficult to hold it together at the funeral on Saturday, but I did my best. Needless to say, it's been a busy and stressful last couple of weeks.
Really on the kink side, there isn't much to report. Except that Peter has taken a liking to my left butt cheek. He's been focusing his spankings on that cheek only. Well, not only. 9 times out of 10 he gives the left one a crack.
I'm feeling really exhausted right now, so I am going to scoot off to bed. Hopefully I have something new and more cheerful to report next time. Hope everyone had a lovely Thanksgiving!
My dad was diagnosed with follicular lymphoma earlier this year, and started with aggressive treatments of chemotherapy right away. A couple months ago we were thankful to find out it had gone into remission. He's been in a lot of pain lately, and tried to go get tests done. I say "tried" because the lovely doctors were so kind to refuse to give him the tests unless he paid right then and there. They did this to him twice, causing him to become very depressed and angry. After my mother called the office and told them if they'd rather my parents go to the ER and give them their money they would, the doctor's changed their tune and got my dad right in. Greedy fucking bastards. I understand that everyone needs to get paid, but seriously...hound the people who have money and insurance. Maybe if my dad could get some help he could actually go back to work and get insurance. We finally got the results of the test last week. Everything looked alright, but they think he has an ulcer. Though that's probably not what is causing him all the pain he is in. So we have no idea about that yet.
The night before Thanksgiving my mother got some unfortunate news from my uncle. His 14 year-old son had died. Cancer. Fucking cancer. The kid barely got to become a human being. I left work early on Thanksgiving once someone else got there. I went to Peter's house on my way home. I needed a hug, and I didn't want to break down in front of my family. I feel the need to be the strong one for everyone, so I try not to cry. It was quite difficult to hold it together at the funeral on Saturday, but I did my best. Needless to say, it's been a busy and stressful last couple of weeks.
Really on the kink side, there isn't much to report. Except that Peter has taken a liking to my left butt cheek. He's been focusing his spankings on that cheek only. Well, not only. 9 times out of 10 he gives the left one a crack.
I'm feeling really exhausted right now, so I am going to scoot off to bed. Hopefully I have something new and more cheerful to report next time. Hope everyone had a lovely Thanksgiving!
Friday, November 19, 2010
I saw that you are into comics. What are your favorites? Are you into any web comics, as well?
I'm actually really picky about my comics. I can't read a comic if I don't like the art. It's far too distracting for me. So I actually read far less than I would if I could get past the art issue.
I read old Spider-Man, Metalocolypse, I just picked up a Doctor Who book that I can't wait to read, I have some iZombie comics that I have yet to read, but I'll get around to it eventually.
As for web comics, a friend of mine has a forum that has feeds from Cyanide & Happiness, XKCD, and Saturday Morning Breakfast Cereal. I've also read Real Life Comics, but it's been a while since I've been able to read that. I got really behind at one point, and it's quite a task playing catch up. haha.
I read old Spider-Man, Metalocolypse, I just picked up a Doctor Who book that I can't wait to read, I have some iZombie comics that I have yet to read, but I'll get around to it eventually.
As for web comics, a friend of mine has a forum that has feeds from Cyanide & Happiness, XKCD, and Saturday Morning Breakfast Cereal. I've also read Real Life Comics, but it's been a while since I've been able to read that. I got really behind at one point, and it's quite a task playing catch up. haha.
I enjoyed how you answered the question on polyamory, just thought I'd say that. You mentioned enjoying educating yourself on sexual matters, what fetishes are you most curious to know about?
I can't really think of any one thing specifically. I mean...I'm still learning more about electro play. And also trying to figure out which type of wand would I be most comfortable with. It's a long process...Basically what ends up happening is I read a post on Fetlife (usually from the submissive women's group), and then all the replies to it. If I feel myself still curious on the matter, I'll usually google it and do as much reading as I can.
For instance...Since Peter and I began our relationship and talked about kinks and the like, one thing he had mentioned was candle wax. I never figured there was anything to it. I figured it was "ok, let's light this candle I happen to have in my room and drip wax on your body". I never knew the differences in waxes and how the color or style of candle effects the temperature of the wax when it drips. Not until I read a post about one submissive using one of those lotion candles and giving her review on them for wax play. That's when I got curious, and started to look up wax types, and anything relating to wax play.
For instance...Since Peter and I began our relationship and talked about kinks and the like, one thing he had mentioned was candle wax. I never figured there was anything to it. I figured it was "ok, let's light this candle I happen to have in my room and drip wax on your body". I never knew the differences in waxes and how the color or style of candle effects the temperature of the wax when it drips. Not until I read a post about one submissive using one of those lotion candles and giving her review on them for wax play. That's when I got curious, and started to look up wax types, and anything relating to wax play.
Tuesday, November 16, 2010
Breaking skin.
Wednesday morning, Peter sent me this text: "We're gonna have some fun on Friday slut. I want to see that ass turn black and blue." Of course this excited me to my very core, so before actually going to bed, I had masturbated. The combination of the text and self pleasure probably led to the pretty intense sex dreams I had that night. The one I remember the most is the one I woke up to, which the end image that is in my head is me squirting everywhere. This lead to a topic of discussion in one of the groups I'm part of on Fetconnect. In the topic about how many times you have masturbated today, I mentioned how I had Wednesday night, and then had a sex dream later on. I then asked if that counted? Which lead me to think I could ask Peter's opinion on the matter as well. When I asked, he said "Yes, only because I want to be evil.", knowing that by saying yes, it would most likely put me over my limit. When it was confirmed, he said I would have to be punished. My thoughts were that once we got to playing, he would not allow me to cum, but I will get to that soon.
This weekend was filled with a lot of fun, both inside and outside of the bedroom, as well as some stress. Normally I stay over Peter's house the entire weekend. But near the end of the work day on Friday, he told me to just come straight to his house (instead of going to get my dog, then coming over), and that I probably shouldn't stay over. When I got off work and had started on my way to his house, he called to tell me if I want to stay to go get my dog, then come over. The issue had been his work. They were trying to make him work a position he had not been trained for (even though he has asked many times to be trained). Anyway...long story short, by the end of the day things were worked out, and he didn't have to work. So I went to pack my things, and head on over. After having some dinner, we came back and snuggled on the couch. He started to tease me with a kiss, then deny me the next. This went on for several minutes before he started to grab my hair and guide me here and there. This led to me crouched down on the floor, and he whispered in my ear to go to his room, take off all my clothes, kneel on the ground, and wait for him. I followed his instructions and waited. By the time he got in the room (which wasn't very long at all), my legs had become painfully numb (I apparently have poor circulation). He grabbed my hair and pulled my head up, bent down to kiss me, then went over to his dresser. He pulled pulled out the paddle and gave me a few good swats. Then he went back, and began to pull more things out. I peaked behind me, and he saw me. He stopped, and told me to keep my head down and facing away from him. He brought the cane out and began to serve me some more punishment. I was giddy as hell because I had been craving the cane for so long. He switched to the flogger briefly until I told him that the pain in my legs was becoming unbearable (it's not the "feel good" kind of pain I like). He then stopped, and told me that he hoped I took advantage of my privileges while I had them, because he was taking them away (meaning my one time weekly self pleasure privilege). He then began to work behind me before moving in front of me, ordering my wrists out to him. Peter then tied them up tight, then told me to stand. I stood with great difficulty since the pain was pretty extreme. He told me to go to the end of the bed where he had laid out the spreader bar, and spread my legs. He cuffed my ankles and attached the bar. Taking my wrists, he wrapped another strand of rope in between my wrists and connected it to the headboard of his bed, effectively bending me over the foot of the bed leaving me incapable of moving more than a few inches. He resumed my punishment, switching back and forth between tools, adding the new Wartenberg wheel. When he dragged it down my sides, it tickled so I giggled. Which led him to do it more, and harder. God, that felt soo good. Occasionally, Peter would run his hand across my cunt, feeling how wet I was, then gently teasing my asshole before he slid into me. It was an interesting position to be fucked in, but I enjoyed it very much. Being that restricted, and not having really any control....it was incredible. Eventually, I completely lost real feeling in my hands and the pain from it became quite distracting. Peter untied me and ordered me to my back, and fucked me so hard for quite a while. He allowed me to cum which was really awesome, and I squirted quite a bit. Then he went for the thing he loves; my ass. God, it hurt. He had been planning to get me a plug so we could train my ass, but we have yet to get around to that yet. Eventually it started to feel better, but at first...yeah, pain. After we were done, he allowed me to go clean up before he did. When he came back to the room, he brought me a towel to put on the bed and told me to sit down on it to soak up my mess. We sat together and talked about the session. He had been wanting to tie me up how he did for a while, and this was a perfect time to do it. He brought one thing to my attention that I never knew happened; he said he knew I was really turned on but not because he saw me drip...no no. He said my pussy was so swollen and red, which I had no clue that sort of thing happens. I learned something about myself that nigth! ha. Peter also mentioned that with the wheel, he broke skin. It wasn't bad, but deep enough to make me bleed a little. I didn't notice when it happened. Even if I had, it wouldn't have phased me since I am slightly curious about knife play. We spent the rest of the night nerding out; him on his DS playing one of my pokemon games, and me on my PS3 playing Dead Rising 2 (I just bought it, and I LOVE it!). We had to go to bed early because we both had to be up for work in the morning (Peter at 3am, and me at 7am).
By the time I got back to his house after work on Saturday, it was after 1pm and his dad was just finishing up installing a new stove. Peter's other stove worked fine, but this one was a newer, nicer one that his cousin gave to him. What threw me off was as soon as I walked in, I smelled gas. I figured it was just some extra gas that might have been in the pipe from the old stove. Peter opened a window to clear it out before we went to the store. We went out to go shopping, and upon coming back the smell was strong again. This became a back and forth issues all day. His dad came back and forth, replacing a hose....Peter ended up just turning off the gas to the stove until we were ready to cook dinner (veggie chili). I was a bit sore from the sex the other night, so he had to go really easy on me for sex that night.
Sunday ended up being a busy day. Out for breakfast followed by yet another visit from Peter's dad to try and fix the stove issue, the pet store, another visit from his dad, and then finally when we thought the stove was fixed we went to a baby shower for a friend of mine. The moment we walked back in the door, we smelled gas again. Windows open, gas turned back off..we were quite irritated. We decided to curl up in his room and relax. We talked for a bit, and nuzzled noses with each other. We started to get a little frisky after that. The craving for a nice beating started to boil back up to the surface like it did the week before. This time I made myself speak up. Peter said he would, but first he wanted to fuck me for a while first. God that man feels so good. When he stopped, he went to grab the paddle and had me bend over. He gave me quite a few good cracks. I kept squirming all over though he kept telling me to hold still. When I didn't, he'd swat me harder. To give my bottom a break, he had me hang my head off the end of the bed and suck on him while he paddled my cunt. I enjoy it when he smacks my cunt, but this was a different sensation. The hard plastic hitting my piercing which in turn hit my clit was pretty interesting. Dropping the paddle on the bed, he began to smack my tits, a sensation I never knew I would love as much as I do. A few moments later, Peter instructed me to roll over onto my knees and bend over by the edge of the bed. This is when he brought back the cane and gave me multiple whips with it. I'd squirm all over and the more I did, the faster and more forceful he'd flick his wrist, and the farther down my legs he would go. When he was ready to switch, he told me one more good one before grabbing the paddle again. You'd think after all the paddling and caning my ass would have been numb, but it wasn't. I felt the crack of the paddle once more....one after the other until he was pleased. Three more, he told me, then asked me to repeat that. After the first one, he asked how many more, and the same after the second. When he was done, he admired his work on my ass and legs before having me turn over to fuck once more. Peter brought his face to mine, kissed me and said when you can't sit tomorrow, think about the marks and how much I love you. So many times it felt like I was about to cum but it didn't seem to want to happen. Peter could tell and asked if I wanted to. When I said yes, he stopped to grab a towel to put under my bottom. When I came, it erupted all over the place including my tits. Peter moved to kneel by my head so I could suck on him while he continued to touch my clit. He made me cum until my squirting died down. He switched back and forth between my mouth and my cunt until he came, then made me lick him clean before allowing me to clean up. We pulled the towel up (which had been double up twice) and the bed was still pretty wet. I can't believe I squirted that much, but it's a pretty cool thing I think. I thanked Sir for the beating that I so desperately wanted (lots of use of the cane), and curled up with him. Peter told me why he stopped with the cane when he did. Apparently right before the last three cracks, the cane broke skin on my ass and I started to bleed a little. So that is twice in a weekend that we accidentally broke skin. Crazy, but it all felt so good! I could tell right away it was going to be difficult to sit down. We snuggled together and relaxed until I had to leave so he could get to bed.
Sunday night when I got home, my panties were irritating the fuck out of my ass. At work on Monday I couldn't move much without feeling the sting. It's now Tuesday, and I can still barely sit without feeling how sore I am. Please, don't think I'm complaining. I love this feeling. And like he told me, I feel it and know how much he loves me.
This weekend was filled with a lot of fun, both inside and outside of the bedroom, as well as some stress. Normally I stay over Peter's house the entire weekend. But near the end of the work day on Friday, he told me to just come straight to his house (instead of going to get my dog, then coming over), and that I probably shouldn't stay over. When I got off work and had started on my way to his house, he called to tell me if I want to stay to go get my dog, then come over. The issue had been his work. They were trying to make him work a position he had not been trained for (even though he has asked many times to be trained). Anyway...long story short, by the end of the day things were worked out, and he didn't have to work. So I went to pack my things, and head on over. After having some dinner, we came back and snuggled on the couch. He started to tease me with a kiss, then deny me the next. This went on for several minutes before he started to grab my hair and guide me here and there. This led to me crouched down on the floor, and he whispered in my ear to go to his room, take off all my clothes, kneel on the ground, and wait for him. I followed his instructions and waited. By the time he got in the room (which wasn't very long at all), my legs had become painfully numb (I apparently have poor circulation). He grabbed my hair and pulled my head up, bent down to kiss me, then went over to his dresser. He pulled pulled out the paddle and gave me a few good swats. Then he went back, and began to pull more things out. I peaked behind me, and he saw me. He stopped, and told me to keep my head down and facing away from him. He brought the cane out and began to serve me some more punishment. I was giddy as hell because I had been craving the cane for so long. He switched to the flogger briefly until I told him that the pain in my legs was becoming unbearable (it's not the "feel good" kind of pain I like). He then stopped, and told me that he hoped I took advantage of my privileges while I had them, because he was taking them away (meaning my one time weekly self pleasure privilege). He then began to work behind me before moving in front of me, ordering my wrists out to him. Peter then tied them up tight, then told me to stand. I stood with great difficulty since the pain was pretty extreme. He told me to go to the end of the bed where he had laid out the spreader bar, and spread my legs. He cuffed my ankles and attached the bar. Taking my wrists, he wrapped another strand of rope in between my wrists and connected it to the headboard of his bed, effectively bending me over the foot of the bed leaving me incapable of moving more than a few inches. He resumed my punishment, switching back and forth between tools, adding the new Wartenberg wheel. When he dragged it down my sides, it tickled so I giggled. Which led him to do it more, and harder. God, that felt soo good. Occasionally, Peter would run his hand across my cunt, feeling how wet I was, then gently teasing my asshole before he slid into me. It was an interesting position to be fucked in, but I enjoyed it very much. Being that restricted, and not having really any control....it was incredible. Eventually, I completely lost real feeling in my hands and the pain from it became quite distracting. Peter untied me and ordered me to my back, and fucked me so hard for quite a while. He allowed me to cum which was really awesome, and I squirted quite a bit. Then he went for the thing he loves; my ass. God, it hurt. He had been planning to get me a plug so we could train my ass, but we have yet to get around to that yet. Eventually it started to feel better, but at first...yeah, pain. After we were done, he allowed me to go clean up before he did. When he came back to the room, he brought me a towel to put on the bed and told me to sit down on it to soak up my mess. We sat together and talked about the session. He had been wanting to tie me up how he did for a while, and this was a perfect time to do it. He brought one thing to my attention that I never knew happened; he said he knew I was really turned on but not because he saw me drip...no no. He said my pussy was so swollen and red, which I had no clue that sort of thing happens. I learned something about myself that nigth! ha. Peter also mentioned that with the wheel, he broke skin. It wasn't bad, but deep enough to make me bleed a little. I didn't notice when it happened. Even if I had, it wouldn't have phased me since I am slightly curious about knife play. We spent the rest of the night nerding out; him on his DS playing one of my pokemon games, and me on my PS3 playing Dead Rising 2 (I just bought it, and I LOVE it!). We had to go to bed early because we both had to be up for work in the morning (Peter at 3am, and me at 7am).
By the time I got back to his house after work on Saturday, it was after 1pm and his dad was just finishing up installing a new stove. Peter's other stove worked fine, but this one was a newer, nicer one that his cousin gave to him. What threw me off was as soon as I walked in, I smelled gas. I figured it was just some extra gas that might have been in the pipe from the old stove. Peter opened a window to clear it out before we went to the store. We went out to go shopping, and upon coming back the smell was strong again. This became a back and forth issues all day. His dad came back and forth, replacing a hose....Peter ended up just turning off the gas to the stove until we were ready to cook dinner (veggie chili). I was a bit sore from the sex the other night, so he had to go really easy on me for sex that night.
Sunday ended up being a busy day. Out for breakfast followed by yet another visit from Peter's dad to try and fix the stove issue, the pet store, another visit from his dad, and then finally when we thought the stove was fixed we went to a baby shower for a friend of mine. The moment we walked back in the door, we smelled gas again. Windows open, gas turned back off..we were quite irritated. We decided to curl up in his room and relax. We talked for a bit, and nuzzled noses with each other. We started to get a little frisky after that. The craving for a nice beating started to boil back up to the surface like it did the week before. This time I made myself speak up. Peter said he would, but first he wanted to fuck me for a while first. God that man feels so good. When he stopped, he went to grab the paddle and had me bend over. He gave me quite a few good cracks. I kept squirming all over though he kept telling me to hold still. When I didn't, he'd swat me harder. To give my bottom a break, he had me hang my head off the end of the bed and suck on him while he paddled my cunt. I enjoy it when he smacks my cunt, but this was a different sensation. The hard plastic hitting my piercing which in turn hit my clit was pretty interesting. Dropping the paddle on the bed, he began to smack my tits, a sensation I never knew I would love as much as I do. A few moments later, Peter instructed me to roll over onto my knees and bend over by the edge of the bed. This is when he brought back the cane and gave me multiple whips with it. I'd squirm all over and the more I did, the faster and more forceful he'd flick his wrist, and the farther down my legs he would go. When he was ready to switch, he told me one more good one before grabbing the paddle again. You'd think after all the paddling and caning my ass would have been numb, but it wasn't. I felt the crack of the paddle once more....one after the other until he was pleased. Three more, he told me, then asked me to repeat that. After the first one, he asked how many more, and the same after the second. When he was done, he admired his work on my ass and legs before having me turn over to fuck once more. Peter brought his face to mine, kissed me and said when you can't sit tomorrow, think about the marks and how much I love you. So many times it felt like I was about to cum but it didn't seem to want to happen. Peter could tell and asked if I wanted to. When I said yes, he stopped to grab a towel to put under my bottom. When I came, it erupted all over the place including my tits. Peter moved to kneel by my head so I could suck on him while he continued to touch my clit. He made me cum until my squirting died down. He switched back and forth between my mouth and my cunt until he came, then made me lick him clean before allowing me to clean up. We pulled the towel up (which had been double up twice) and the bed was still pretty wet. I can't believe I squirted that much, but it's a pretty cool thing I think. I thanked Sir for the beating that I so desperately wanted (lots of use of the cane), and curled up with him. Peter told me why he stopped with the cane when he did. Apparently right before the last three cracks, the cane broke skin on my ass and I started to bleed a little. So that is twice in a weekend that we accidentally broke skin. Crazy, but it all felt so good! I could tell right away it was going to be difficult to sit down. We snuggled together and relaxed until I had to leave so he could get to bed.
Sunday night when I got home, my panties were irritating the fuck out of my ass. At work on Monday I couldn't move much without feeling the sting. It's now Tuesday, and I can still barely sit without feeling how sore I am. Please, don't think I'm complaining. I love this feeling. And like he told me, I feel it and know how much he loves me.
Monday, November 15, 2010
Polyamory...do you think it's workable, realistic, desirable or ridiculous?
For me personally, it's not something I desire. I've tried just casually dating multiple people at once, and it was stressful, and confusing at times....it's just not something I could handle. Me being the type of person I am, I felt guilty if I spent more time with one than the other. And when it came down to anything intimate (I am being careful with words because I was not sleeping with all parties involved), I just found myself comparing them. Which I suppose could have been a good thing if I were to start anything serious with any of them, but it wasn't healthy. Actually, in the particular instance I am thinking of, none of those relationships worked out. A couple got jealous, while the others didn't seem to care (even though nothing serious had even been established). Being a very sexual person, I see the draw to it. Some people would say they get bored having sex with the same person all the time, so they may believe by having multiple partners (all being ok with this), they have less of a chance to get bored. For me, I know it just means that I was not with the right person. I figured there would eventually be someone that I would not be bored with (even when we weren't kinking it up). Trial and error. It's a time consuming, tedious process, but it works.
In general, I wouldn't say it's not workable or realistic. I'm sure there are plenty of people who manage to make that sort of relationship work for them. Funny, I enjoy educating myself on all things sexual (mainly fetishes) and yet I am not that familiar with how others deal with this sort of thing. I have known friends to have open relationships or marriages, but that aspect of the relationship not working out that well.
Honestly, if you have the right mindset about it, I believe it is possible to make it work. I would think you would have to be very open minded and comfortable with yourself, and in turn not get jealous easily. And as long as you can manage your time and energy between the people involved, it can work. I'm not saying it wouldn't be hard, stressful, or emotionally draining because I'm sure it would be. You would just have to really prepare yourself for what you're getting into.
Seeing that I have no successful experience in this department (and really have no desire to try it again), it's pretty much all guess work for me. I can't really say it's ridiculous though. I really can only say that I believe it is not for me.
I hope I answered your question and didn't ramble too much (which I am prone to do).
In general, I wouldn't say it's not workable or realistic. I'm sure there are plenty of people who manage to make that sort of relationship work for them. Funny, I enjoy educating myself on all things sexual (mainly fetishes) and yet I am not that familiar with how others deal with this sort of thing. I have known friends to have open relationships or marriages, but that aspect of the relationship not working out that well.
Honestly, if you have the right mindset about it, I believe it is possible to make it work. I would think you would have to be very open minded and comfortable with yourself, and in turn not get jealous easily. And as long as you can manage your time and energy between the people involved, it can work. I'm not saying it wouldn't be hard, stressful, or emotionally draining because I'm sure it would be. You would just have to really prepare yourself for what you're getting into.
Seeing that I have no successful experience in this department (and really have no desire to try it again), it's pretty much all guess work for me. I can't really say it's ridiculous though. I really can only say that I believe it is not for me.
I hope I answered your question and didn't ramble too much (which I am prone to do).
Tuesday, November 9, 2010
do you ever feel like you are degrading yourself or just doing this because you have low self esteem?
I would have to say no to both of these.
I never feel like less of a person when I engage in acts of submission. You'd think it'd be the exact opposite, but for me....it's not. I can't speak for every other submissive/slave out there, but Peter makes sure I know he doesn't think less of me. Instead, he makes me feel completely adored, beautiful, and loved.
I have dealt with low self-esteem issues all of my life, so that would be easy to assume as a possibility. If that were the case, I don't think I would enjoy it as much as I do. I have always had a thing for the pain I would receive from rough play, though I never knew to what extent. I don't ever find myself taking a beating just to please him. Girls tend to get wet in their nether regions when they get turned on. When I'm tied up, bent over, and getting my ass paddled, or my back flogged, within minutes my cunt is actually dripping onto the bed. Hell, I'm getting hot just thinking about it. Haha.
If anything, my self-esteem has grown since becoming active in this lifestyle. I feel better about myself just in general than I did say eight months ago.
Honesty....is key.
Peter and I finally got around to using his birthday gift Saturday afternoon. My concern with this gift was that it was three wheels instead of just the one, and that it would hurt more (and not in a good way). But I was excited none the less. When he used it, he did go gentle at first which tickled. He went a bit harder, and it started to feel really good. I was so surprised at how much I enjoyed it since I was still just getting used to the single wheel, but it was great!
Sunday, it made yet another appearance during sex. He ran it across my back like normal, but more on my ass and legs which I was loving ever second of it. Peter then had me flip over on my back, and started to roll it across my shoulders, collar bone, and up my neck. That when I started to freak out. The good kind of freak out. It sent all these incredible waves all over my body. The sensation was.....I have no idea how to explain it. had he been doing that, fucking me, and playing with my clit at the same time, I was sure to come. I just think that would have been difficult since he was holding himself up with one hand, fucking me, and rolling the wheel up and down my neck. Had a pretty good orgasm shortly after he stopped, squirting all over. Luckily we had a towel down (though it still leaked through to the sheets). We went to a show a few hours later, and I had a short skirt and a tank top on. Had it not been dark in there, and if anyone were to actually look, people would have seen little red dots all up and down the back of my legs, and a lot more on my shoulder. Peter was really loving my outfit thought because he kept putting his hand up my skirt as the artists played on stage. You'd think he was just going for my ass. He did that, yes, but he went up the front of my skirt more, and would pat my cunt, or slip the tip of his finger under my panties for a second. Everyone was so close together and it was so dark that I doubt anyone noticed. Peter was convinced that people were looking, praying that my skirt would fly up or that I'd bend over. I really enjoy the fact that he finds me that sexy where he thinks other do too. Since being with him, my confidence level has gone up dramatically. Obviously a good thing! Had he not had to work the next morning at 3am (and we didn't get back until roughly 1:30am), we probably would have had sex from all the excitement, but he wanted to get a little bit of sleep.
Normally I go home on Sundays, but since it was so late I stayed. I've started to take my dog over to his house every time I come over, so she was still there on Monday. I went over to his place, and we had a taco night. Quite delicious! His first time having vegetarian tacos, and he really enjoyed them. After dinner, we sat around for a bit, letting our stomachs settle, before going to the bedroom to have sex. The sex was wonderful, as it usually is. He made me come so hard and squirt so much that after the first orgasm, he laughed and said he felt like he should be wearing his swimsuit for this. I giggled, and he pulled me down on the bed so I was laying in my mess (even though I was already covered in it since it shot off like a fountain all over my stomach and tits), and apparently he wasn't done. He started to fuck me again and a few seconds later, went back to rubbing my clit like a mad man. I came hard, again. And squirted a lot, again. He laughed, pulled me down again (by now, the wet spot was up to my head and all the way down to my ass), and fucked me until he came. He pulled out to come all over me. Made me lick up what got on him, then left to go clean himself up and get me a washcloth. By now, the wet parts of the mattress were so cold. I was shivering from that, plus the "sex legs" that I tend to get. I cleaned up, he took the sheets off the bed to throw them in the wash, and told me to use a towel to soak up the mess I made from the mattress.
As I knelt on the towel, and pushed into the mattress, we started to talk. I was debating if I should even post this in here or not because it's more about life and "my crazy", but I realize it makes good sense to discuss this. Who knows, someone out there might have the same issues, and see that they're not alone. Peter was asking if it was good for me, and I told him yes, although I really wanted a good beating and have for some time now, I just didn't want to bring it up. I was worried that it would be wrong of me because I wouldn't want him to think I was calling the shots and telling him what to do. This is when the conversation took a turn, and I got emotional. We had previously had a conversation about how he doesn't ever want me to be 100% submissive, and that he doesn't want a complete slave; he wants to have his girlfriend too. Which I have no problems with, and I told him this. Though there apparently was a bit of a misunderstanding on my end. I thought he just meant in life in general, not in the bedroom. Through tears, I explained this to him. I swear, if I were a superhero my superpower would be the power to cry uncontrollably when I get nervous or just a little bit anxious. I would be the lamest superhero ever. He explained that he meant for it to be all the time, and that I can speak up. If I want a good beating during sex, I need to tell him. Peter said if I don't speak up, eventually I would probably end up being frustrated from not being satisfied how I want to be and go somewhere else. I don't think I would because I love him for so much more than just how he pleases me sexually. Which lead to another problem that I somehow created in my head. I'm afraid to tell him that I want the beatings because I don't want him to think I only want rough sex all the time. I explained to him that all of this stuff is fairly new to me. I mean, I've dabbled here and there with some rough sex, but nothing this rough. So it's all new, and extremely exciting for me. So of course I'm going to crave it more, but I just don't want him to think that is all I want. He understood, and told me not to worry so much. He also brought up how maybe we should take the roles out of the equation until I can get used to asking for what I want, or at least come up with some sort of way for me to tell him. I was really reluctant at first to skip the roles because honestly, part of what gets me all hot and bothered is knowing that I am his. But I can still be his without the pressure. Of course, all of this "pressure" is my own damn fault. I expect too much of myself. I've been trying so hard to get out of my head. Peter thinks I shouldn't try so hard, and just let go. Easier said than done, I know. I'm seriously a work in progress. I finally finished soaking up what I could of my mess, he kissed me a bunch, and we went to snuggle and watch TV in the living room.
This week I'm actually quite busy with work. I'm not sure when I'll get to see Peter. Probably Friday. I will do my best to ask for what I want too. It is my plan. I can't say if I will want a fierce beating or not by this weekend, but I probably will. I still want one really bad right now, but we'll see.
Sunday, it made yet another appearance during sex. He ran it across my back like normal, but more on my ass and legs which I was loving ever second of it. Peter then had me flip over on my back, and started to roll it across my shoulders, collar bone, and up my neck. That when I started to freak out. The good kind of freak out. It sent all these incredible waves all over my body. The sensation was.....I have no idea how to explain it. had he been doing that, fucking me, and playing with my clit at the same time, I was sure to come. I just think that would have been difficult since he was holding himself up with one hand, fucking me, and rolling the wheel up and down my neck. Had a pretty good orgasm shortly after he stopped, squirting all over. Luckily we had a towel down (though it still leaked through to the sheets). We went to a show a few hours later, and I had a short skirt and a tank top on. Had it not been dark in there, and if anyone were to actually look, people would have seen little red dots all up and down the back of my legs, and a lot more on my shoulder. Peter was really loving my outfit thought because he kept putting his hand up my skirt as the artists played on stage. You'd think he was just going for my ass. He did that, yes, but he went up the front of my skirt more, and would pat my cunt, or slip the tip of his finger under my panties for a second. Everyone was so close together and it was so dark that I doubt anyone noticed. Peter was convinced that people were looking, praying that my skirt would fly up or that I'd bend over. I really enjoy the fact that he finds me that sexy where he thinks other do too. Since being with him, my confidence level has gone up dramatically. Obviously a good thing! Had he not had to work the next morning at 3am (and we didn't get back until roughly 1:30am), we probably would have had sex from all the excitement, but he wanted to get a little bit of sleep.
Normally I go home on Sundays, but since it was so late I stayed. I've started to take my dog over to his house every time I come over, so she was still there on Monday. I went over to his place, and we had a taco night. Quite delicious! His first time having vegetarian tacos, and he really enjoyed them. After dinner, we sat around for a bit, letting our stomachs settle, before going to the bedroom to have sex. The sex was wonderful, as it usually is. He made me come so hard and squirt so much that after the first orgasm, he laughed and said he felt like he should be wearing his swimsuit for this. I giggled, and he pulled me down on the bed so I was laying in my mess (even though I was already covered in it since it shot off like a fountain all over my stomach and tits), and apparently he wasn't done. He started to fuck me again and a few seconds later, went back to rubbing my clit like a mad man. I came hard, again. And squirted a lot, again. He laughed, pulled me down again (by now, the wet spot was up to my head and all the way down to my ass), and fucked me until he came. He pulled out to come all over me. Made me lick up what got on him, then left to go clean himself up and get me a washcloth. By now, the wet parts of the mattress were so cold. I was shivering from that, plus the "sex legs" that I tend to get. I cleaned up, he took the sheets off the bed to throw them in the wash, and told me to use a towel to soak up the mess I made from the mattress.
As I knelt on the towel, and pushed into the mattress, we started to talk. I was debating if I should even post this in here or not because it's more about life and "my crazy", but I realize it makes good sense to discuss this. Who knows, someone out there might have the same issues, and see that they're not alone. Peter was asking if it was good for me, and I told him yes, although I really wanted a good beating and have for some time now, I just didn't want to bring it up. I was worried that it would be wrong of me because I wouldn't want him to think I was calling the shots and telling him what to do. This is when the conversation took a turn, and I got emotional. We had previously had a conversation about how he doesn't ever want me to be 100% submissive, and that he doesn't want a complete slave; he wants to have his girlfriend too. Which I have no problems with, and I told him this. Though there apparently was a bit of a misunderstanding on my end. I thought he just meant in life in general, not in the bedroom. Through tears, I explained this to him. I swear, if I were a superhero my superpower would be the power to cry uncontrollably when I get nervous or just a little bit anxious. I would be the lamest superhero ever. He explained that he meant for it to be all the time, and that I can speak up. If I want a good beating during sex, I need to tell him. Peter said if I don't speak up, eventually I would probably end up being frustrated from not being satisfied how I want to be and go somewhere else. I don't think I would because I love him for so much more than just how he pleases me sexually. Which lead to another problem that I somehow created in my head. I'm afraid to tell him that I want the beatings because I don't want him to think I only want rough sex all the time. I explained to him that all of this stuff is fairly new to me. I mean, I've dabbled here and there with some rough sex, but nothing this rough. So it's all new, and extremely exciting for me. So of course I'm going to crave it more, but I just don't want him to think that is all I want. He understood, and told me not to worry so much. He also brought up how maybe we should take the roles out of the equation until I can get used to asking for what I want, or at least come up with some sort of way for me to tell him. I was really reluctant at first to skip the roles because honestly, part of what gets me all hot and bothered is knowing that I am his. But I can still be his without the pressure. Of course, all of this "pressure" is my own damn fault. I expect too much of myself. I've been trying so hard to get out of my head. Peter thinks I shouldn't try so hard, and just let go. Easier said than done, I know. I'm seriously a work in progress. I finally finished soaking up what I could of my mess, he kissed me a bunch, and we went to snuggle and watch TV in the living room.
This week I'm actually quite busy with work. I'm not sure when I'll get to see Peter. Probably Friday. I will do my best to ask for what I want too. It is my plan. I can't say if I will want a fierce beating or not by this weekend, but I probably will. I still want one really bad right now, but we'll see.
Tuesday, November 2, 2010
Life vs. Kink
I was at Peter's house basically from Wednesday night until Sunday night. You'd think I'd have some crazy sex story to tell from some point in there, but I really don't have too much. We do actually do more than just hang out and have sex all the time, and this weekend was no exception. We were lucky enough to have sex once each day I was there, but no more than that. His birthday went off without a hitch. I made reservations for 8 because he told me on Wednesday he will probably want to have sex before dinner, and maybe again after. So I figured in the time I would get to his place, a nice window of time for sex, and then the drive time to get to the restaurant, and 8 seemed like a good time. With me speeding to his house, and traffic not being as bad as I thought it would be, we managed to make it to the restaurant by 7:45-ish. Little did we know we would be at dinner for three hours. The service wasn't bad, it was just that we chose to do this deal they had which was a four-course meal for two. We were completely stuffed, and we barely made a dent in each course. Needless to say, food comas took over, and there was really no time for the second round of sex for the day.We did manage to stay up long enough for Peter to open up the gifts I got him. He loved all the little random things I got him, and especially loved the pinwheel and Ghostbusters II action figures I got him.
Friday, he was having a small gathering with his friends to celebrate his birthday. A couple of my friends who he has met before also came out, and we all played Apples to Apples and had some drinks. Peter had bought two bottles of champagne for himself (which he drank both of them), and I had some weak mixed drinks. I may have developed a very slight buzz, but Peter was rocking the drunk card. Not sloppy drunk, just the "feelin' good" kind. When everyone left, we were able to have sex. We both know that sex and kink don't really mix so even though we wanted to, we left the tools and toys out of the equation. Though my ass and tits did take quite a beating from his hands. I had joked on his birthday about giving him his 30 birthday spankings, and his reply was simply "you'll be getting my birthday spankings". Since it hadn't happened yet, I figured this was it (although he mentioned wanting to use the wooden paddle). Turns out he wasn't counting, but that's alright. It was all very nice, and left some nice marks.
Both Saturday and Sunday we spent 75% of the day at a comic book convention. On Saturday, we stood in line to get comics signed by the one and only Stan Lee. The weekend was filled with nerdgasms, donating blood (they had a blood drive at the actual convention), and then passing out candy and comic books to the trick-or-treaters. I dressed up as Supergirl for Halloween, and Peter couldn't take his eyes off me, or stop looking up my skirt (which...if you know her costume, the skirt is very short). We ended our Halloween with a good ol' romp in the sheets; with me still in full costume. We flipped positions a few times. When he was behind me, he kept pulling the skirt down so that it barely covered my ass, and held it there. Occasionally cracking me barehanded on the ass. The whole time, I desired more. Being in costume makes me want to role play so bad. I may have only successfully role played once or twice, but never to the extent of involving costumes or any tools. I wanted...I don't know...Lex Luthor torturing Supergirl to find out where Superman was. Or maybe he just had a thing for Supergirl. I wanted to be caned, tied up, tortured with the new pinwheel. Something. I really don't know what I wanted exactly. I've barely dabbled in the role playing area, but it's always seemed interesting to me. Master had told me he had tried it before, and that it really wasn't his thing. I was able to have an orgasm (I don't have to have play in order to achieve one), but Master could tell something was on my mind (as much as I tried to clear it). I explained to him how I thought since he wanted me to leave the costume on there might be more to it than just having sex wearing a costume. That I wasn't upset, just a little bummed, but it was alright and that I still really enjoyed myself. He said he would revisit the role playing because it's something I really wanted to do, and that he'd read up on some things. Of course me being me, I instantly felt bad because it felt like he was being forced to do something he didn't want to, or that it was a burden. Which I didn't want to do to him. I argued that he didn't have to, but he said he would. It still feels a little like I'm burdening him, but that could just be my hormones getting the best of me (three cheers for being a woman).
His work schedule is crazy again, so seeing him will be a task. I'm going over to his place today after work, but only for a short while. I was incredibly horny all day yesterday and Peter asked me if I was going to take care of it, or if I was going to wait for him. I told him it depended on when I'll get to see him. So we made plans to see each other today. Probably going to take care of dinner first, then get down to business, that way we can spend the rest of our time together just snuggling and watching TV or talking. I really do just love spending time with Peter. I don't think I've ever felt more comfortable, or had as much fun as I do just hanging around and goofing off as I do with him. And obviously when it comes to sex, the man is the bee's knees. Yeah, I said it.
I'm still trying to keep up with updating once a week, though life does get in the way of the kink. So you there may be more and more about life in general on here than originally planned. Tags will help for the pervy readers who just want to read the kinky stuff.
Hope you all had a fantastic Halloween weekend!!!
Friday, he was having a small gathering with his friends to celebrate his birthday. A couple of my friends who he has met before also came out, and we all played Apples to Apples and had some drinks. Peter had bought two bottles of champagne for himself (which he drank both of them), and I had some weak mixed drinks. I may have developed a very slight buzz, but Peter was rocking the drunk card. Not sloppy drunk, just the "feelin' good" kind. When everyone left, we were able to have sex. We both know that sex and kink don't really mix so even though we wanted to, we left the tools and toys out of the equation. Though my ass and tits did take quite a beating from his hands. I had joked on his birthday about giving him his 30 birthday spankings, and his reply was simply "you'll be getting my birthday spankings". Since it hadn't happened yet, I figured this was it (although he mentioned wanting to use the wooden paddle). Turns out he wasn't counting, but that's alright. It was all very nice, and left some nice marks.
Both Saturday and Sunday we spent 75% of the day at a comic book convention. On Saturday, we stood in line to get comics signed by the one and only Stan Lee. The weekend was filled with nerdgasms, donating blood (they had a blood drive at the actual convention), and then passing out candy and comic books to the trick-or-treaters. I dressed up as Supergirl for Halloween, and Peter couldn't take his eyes off me, or stop looking up my skirt (which...if you know her costume, the skirt is very short). We ended our Halloween with a good ol' romp in the sheets; with me still in full costume. We flipped positions a few times. When he was behind me, he kept pulling the skirt down so that it barely covered my ass, and held it there. Occasionally cracking me barehanded on the ass. The whole time, I desired more. Being in costume makes me want to role play so bad. I may have only successfully role played once or twice, but never to the extent of involving costumes or any tools. I wanted...I don't know...Lex Luthor torturing Supergirl to find out where Superman was. Or maybe he just had a thing for Supergirl. I wanted to be caned, tied up, tortured with the new pinwheel. Something. I really don't know what I wanted exactly. I've barely dabbled in the role playing area, but it's always seemed interesting to me. Master had told me he had tried it before, and that it really wasn't his thing. I was able to have an orgasm (I don't have to have play in order to achieve one), but Master could tell something was on my mind (as much as I tried to clear it). I explained to him how I thought since he wanted me to leave the costume on there might be more to it than just having sex wearing a costume. That I wasn't upset, just a little bummed, but it was alright and that I still really enjoyed myself. He said he would revisit the role playing because it's something I really wanted to do, and that he'd read up on some things. Of course me being me, I instantly felt bad because it felt like he was being forced to do something he didn't want to, or that it was a burden. Which I didn't want to do to him. I argued that he didn't have to, but he said he would. It still feels a little like I'm burdening him, but that could just be my hormones getting the best of me (three cheers for being a woman).
His work schedule is crazy again, so seeing him will be a task. I'm going over to his place today after work, but only for a short while. I was incredibly horny all day yesterday and Peter asked me if I was going to take care of it, or if I was going to wait for him. I told him it depended on when I'll get to see him. So we made plans to see each other today. Probably going to take care of dinner first, then get down to business, that way we can spend the rest of our time together just snuggling and watching TV or talking. I really do just love spending time with Peter. I don't think I've ever felt more comfortable, or had as much fun as I do just hanging around and goofing off as I do with him. And obviously when it comes to sex, the man is the bee's knees. Yeah, I said it.
I'm still trying to keep up with updating once a week, though life does get in the way of the kink. So you there may be more and more about life in general on here than originally planned. Tags will help for the pervy readers who just want to read the kinky stuff.
Hope you all had a fantastic Halloween weekend!!!
Tuesday, October 26, 2010
Not so kinky, still lots of sex.
As I had hoped, I finished shopping last week for Master's birthday. Bought him some really cool knickknacks and action figures, as well as a three wheel Wartenberg wheel. I asked my friend Addy to join me for the shopping trip. She had never been to the store I had to go to before, so it was an interesting time.She giggled a lot, but was not entirely put off by some of the things in there. I saw a set of shackles that looked really awesome, but I didn't ask how much they were. I'm sure they're up there in price, and I didn't want to get too excited about something that was too out of my price range. I asked the woman about a particular type of nipple clamps that I know he wanted to get. She said they don't make them, and then suggested a chastity cock ring of sorts. When I told her "no, he wouldn't like that", she laughed a little and replied with "ahh, who cares what he likes". I'm pretty sure she got it when I said "he does, he's in charge", because she dropped the suggestion and went to grab the Wartenberg for me. It turned out I had made a good decision in going to that store because the wheel was $10 cheaper than the one I had seen before at another store. After we left, Addie started to ask if she heard me right when I said "he's in charge". I explained a little to her. I thought she was squeamish about hearing things like that, so I never told her much of any detail. Turns out she just doesn't want to know about the squirting or the use of the spreader bar. After she left, I started to wrap the gifts. I made sure I put the wheel in a box big enough to where he wouldn't know what it was right away (and make it so it doesn't rattle if he were to shake it).
That was Thursday after I got home from work. While I was at work though, Master had sent me a text asking if I could come over that night instead of waiting until Friday. So after all the gifts were wrapped, I headed out to his place. I went to sleep not long after I got there, and he woke me up when he got in from work for sex. Friday was sort of the same thing. He had to work until midnight again, except this time I didn't go home. I decided to go shopping for some new dressy clothes. Picked up two shirts, a vest, pair of pin-stripped pants, and some bangles. I spent the evening knitting, and watching terrible movies in bed on my laptop. When Master got home, I had fallen asleep while watching episodes of Firefly, so he had to wake me up and move my laptop. The initial reason he was waking me up when he got home from work was for sex, but we always end up talking for a few minutes first before we start to go for it. I really do love waking up for him to have sex with. Though I told him if he ever wants to, he is more than welcome to actually wake me up with some sexing moves (depending if he's feeling more Master-like, or passionate).
I wore some of my new clothes for work on Saturday. The whole drive back to his place, he would touch me periodically. When we got back, we went right for the bedroom. He had me take everything off except for the vest. Apparently he really liked my vest because he encouraged me to wear whenever I want, and to get more. After that, I just felt incredibly sexy that day. Sure the new clothes (and the fact that dress pants really make my ass look awesome) probably had something to do with it, but he really knows how to make me feel beautiful, and I love him for that. At some point I mentioned to him how I've been seeing pictures on Fetconnect of the marks people get on their behinds, and I was really excited to get to that level. I've only had a few pretty gnarly marks here and there, but nothing like these ones. I asked if he would be able to help me get to that point. Master explained he already was. See, I can't really tell how much my pain tolerance goes up because I'm feeling it all the time. He knows how much force he puts behind each swing, so he can tell the difference, and he says I have grown more of a tolerance since we started. I believe he is very proud of me for that. I'm proud of myself, too.
Since Peter's work schedule had be changed again, it meant he had Sundays off. We hadn't had a chance to watch the Sunday morning news and drink coffee in a while, so we took advantage of this. We even did it in bed. Since my kidney infection, I haven't had more than two very small cups of coffee (and when I did that, it hurt like hell). He said I could have one normal sized cup to see how my body reacted. We curled up in bed, drank our coffee, and made fun of the Sunday news (it's seriously ridiculous, and we love it). We then had a really big breakfast (eggs, pancakes, and vegetarian bacon), followed by some pretty great sex before heading off to do some comic hunting. We're on the hunt for specific comics to take to the convention for Stan Lee to autograph. Never found them, but we still have some time. We did a little geocaching before we got rained on, then went back. We were in a snuggling mood (it seems rain will do that to us). Apparently rain will also put us in a sexing mood as well. This sex was pretty different from others. I may have mentioned it before but if not...I don't orgasm very often from penetration alone. It's very rare, and usually very small. He has given me a couple over the course of our relationship, which is pretty fantastic. This time was different. I came more than once (not like a multi where I just keep going one after the other, they were more spaced out). And to top it off, the last one I had I actually squirted. We were both really shocked by this, and he couldn't stop smiling. It was pretty great. Though he said he was done for a while, and that I broke him. He was really sore from all the sex. I massaged his thighs a bit while we watched episodes from the first season of Friends to try to make him feel better.
Later that night, we were going to his room to cuddle before I had to leave. He had me kneel down and we took measurements for my collar. I'm very excited to be collared by him. I don't know when it will happen, but it looks like it will, and I will be very grateful for the honor.
I'm looking forward to his birthday on Thursday. I have all those gifts to give him, plus I'm taking him out to dinner, and then making cupcakes for his party on Friday. Plus I finally get to wear that new school girl skirt I bought. I really wish it was a bit longer so that I could wear it for the party. I just fear my ass would hang out a bit too much, and it would be really inappropriate. Hopefully he has gained his strength back so we can have a lot of fun, especially with the new wheel. I won't lie, I'm a little nervous about this wheel. One wheel is painful enough, but three? I'm excited and nervous at the same time. More excited than nervous though. He knows me pretty well, and he won't give me more than he knows I can handle.
Hopefully I have a more kinky update next time for all you pervs out there. xo
That was Thursday after I got home from work. While I was at work though, Master had sent me a text asking if I could come over that night instead of waiting until Friday. So after all the gifts were wrapped, I headed out to his place. I went to sleep not long after I got there, and he woke me up when he got in from work for sex. Friday was sort of the same thing. He had to work until midnight again, except this time I didn't go home. I decided to go shopping for some new dressy clothes. Picked up two shirts, a vest, pair of pin-stripped pants, and some bangles. I spent the evening knitting, and watching terrible movies in bed on my laptop. When Master got home, I had fallen asleep while watching episodes of Firefly, so he had to wake me up and move my laptop. The initial reason he was waking me up when he got home from work was for sex, but we always end up talking for a few minutes first before we start to go for it. I really do love waking up for him to have sex with. Though I told him if he ever wants to, he is more than welcome to actually wake me up with some sexing moves (depending if he's feeling more Master-like, or passionate).
I wore some of my new clothes for work on Saturday. The whole drive back to his place, he would touch me periodically. When we got back, we went right for the bedroom. He had me take everything off except for the vest. Apparently he really liked my vest because he encouraged me to wear whenever I want, and to get more. After that, I just felt incredibly sexy that day. Sure the new clothes (and the fact that dress pants really make my ass look awesome) probably had something to do with it, but he really knows how to make me feel beautiful, and I love him for that. At some point I mentioned to him how I've been seeing pictures on Fetconnect of the marks people get on their behinds, and I was really excited to get to that level. I've only had a few pretty gnarly marks here and there, but nothing like these ones. I asked if he would be able to help me get to that point. Master explained he already was. See, I can't really tell how much my pain tolerance goes up because I'm feeling it all the time. He knows how much force he puts behind each swing, so he can tell the difference, and he says I have grown more of a tolerance since we started. I believe he is very proud of me for that. I'm proud of myself, too.
Since Peter's work schedule had be changed again, it meant he had Sundays off. We hadn't had a chance to watch the Sunday morning news and drink coffee in a while, so we took advantage of this. We even did it in bed. Since my kidney infection, I haven't had more than two very small cups of coffee (and when I did that, it hurt like hell). He said I could have one normal sized cup to see how my body reacted. We curled up in bed, drank our coffee, and made fun of the Sunday news (it's seriously ridiculous, and we love it). We then had a really big breakfast (eggs, pancakes, and vegetarian bacon), followed by some pretty great sex before heading off to do some comic hunting. We're on the hunt for specific comics to take to the convention for Stan Lee to autograph. Never found them, but we still have some time. We did a little geocaching before we got rained on, then went back. We were in a snuggling mood (it seems rain will do that to us). Apparently rain will also put us in a sexing mood as well. This sex was pretty different from others. I may have mentioned it before but if not...I don't orgasm very often from penetration alone. It's very rare, and usually very small. He has given me a couple over the course of our relationship, which is pretty fantastic. This time was different. I came more than once (not like a multi where I just keep going one after the other, they were more spaced out). And to top it off, the last one I had I actually squirted. We were both really shocked by this, and he couldn't stop smiling. It was pretty great. Though he said he was done for a while, and that I broke him. He was really sore from all the sex. I massaged his thighs a bit while we watched episodes from the first season of Friends to try to make him feel better.
Later that night, we were going to his room to cuddle before I had to leave. He had me kneel down and we took measurements for my collar. I'm very excited to be collared by him. I don't know when it will happen, but it looks like it will, and I will be very grateful for the honor.
I'm looking forward to his birthday on Thursday. I have all those gifts to give him, plus I'm taking him out to dinner, and then making cupcakes for his party on Friday. Plus I finally get to wear that new school girl skirt I bought. I really wish it was a bit longer so that I could wear it for the party. I just fear my ass would hang out a bit too much, and it would be really inappropriate. Hopefully he has gained his strength back so we can have a lot of fun, especially with the new wheel. I won't lie, I'm a little nervous about this wheel. One wheel is painful enough, but three? I'm excited and nervous at the same time. More excited than nervous though. He knows me pretty well, and he won't give me more than he knows I can handle.
Hopefully I have a more kinky update next time for all you pervs out there. xo
Thursday, October 21, 2010
I probably could find this out from your blog, but how long have you been submissive? Is there anything that you've learned about yourself in the process?
I don't know if I've ever actually mentioned it in my blog or not, so this is a great way to state that. I've only been truly submissive since this summer. I believe I have always been submissive though. Even back in high school with boyfriends, I enjoyed being tied up, spanked, and just some relatively vanilla stuff. I have dated boys who wanted me to take control, and it never turned out good because I really had no idea what to do. I started to get more into the name calling, harder spanks, and eventually face smacking within the last three or four years. Though I never had a partner as willing and excited to accommodate my needs until I met Peter.
The second question is kind of a hard one. Aside from learning that I have a bigger pain threshold than I ever thought I would have, I'm slowly learning to be comfortable, and confident being who I am. I've always had body image issues. Peter is a very passionate Master and whether he realizes he does it or not, the things that he says to me make me feel beautiful and sexy, in and out of the bedroom. Which gives me more confidence in general. Obviously when doing a scene, I lose that confidence in the head space I get in. Oh, and a plus for me is that I enjoy walking around with this dirty little secret. I love knowing that people see this sweet girl, and would never guess she loves to be treated like a toy and called a slut on a regular basis. That is something I for sure never thought I'd enjoy.
I hope I didn't trail off too far, and actually answered your questions. ^_^
Wednesday, October 20, 2010
New ball gag!
Peter was having a crummy day yesterday, and asked if I would be able to come over after work. We both actually had been having shitty days, so we went right out to dinner to vent our stresses to each other. I had been wanting to go to Adam and Eve for a while, so after dinner we took the trip. We looked around and found a few things we wanted. I couldn't decide between two things to buy though; a butt plug (Peter has been wanting to get me one for some time to train my ass for his cock), or a ball gag. He had bought a ball gag before, but never used it. We tried it once, but it was too big for me to keep in my mouth for a period longer than a couple minutes. I've had jaw issues since I was in junior high school (thanks to a dumb giant gumball that I tried to chew all at once and messed the plates in my jaw up), so I can't keep it open too far for too long without closing it. So giving Peter oral sex isn't horribly difficult, as long as I can take him out for a moment, close my jaw, then go back to it. So a smaller gag was what we needed to get. I couldn't decide, so I had him choose. He decided on the gag. He plans to have people over next week for his birthday, and one of my friends might be staying the night (because we have somewhere to be early the next day). Peter's thinking was if she did, we could use the gag and try to muffle me (since we obviously will be having sex). So I ended up getting the gag ball, as well as a cute little pair of shinny royal blue panties to match my black and blue corset (I'll post pictures of them together once blogspot is done with their maintenance). They're one size fits all, and I am not a twig by any stretch, plus I have a big bottom. Luckily they fit. They're snug, but they fit, and when Master asked me to try them on when we got back, he was really enjoying the view. He also enjoy spanking me with his bare hands. He was hitting pretty hard, and we were both just loving it. I love random weekday sex, especially when it involves choking, spanking, smacking, and just.....uh! So amazing. He eventually got a call from his dad about some computer issue. While he was talking, I started to check out my new gag ball. When he got off the phone, he put it on me and made me wear it for about 10 minutes. We laid there in silence for a while, then he started to spank me. I realized it is difficult to swallow when I'm bent over (something I'm going to have to learn how to do), though it was easier when I was on my back (and Master was smacking my breasts). After the 10 minutes were up, he asked how I liked it and if my jaw was alright. My jaw was fine, just a smidge sore, so it's something we'll have to practice with a lot. I'm excited for that.
His birthday is next week. I think I finally decided on what to get him. A couple new toys (like real toys, not kink toys), and then as for the kink toy....I'm torn between a riding crop and a three-wheel Wartenberg wheel (he wants one so bad). I think I will finish my shopping tomorrow since I don't have anything to do. His work schedule got messed up again. I won't get to see him again until Friday night, and even then....he'll have to wake me up (he won't get home until after midnight, and I'll have to be up for work the next morning by 7). Should be interesting.
Oh! I started noticing a trend on some other slave blogs I've been reading of having a formspring account so that people can ask them questions. So, if anyone has questions ask me here: http://www.formspring.me/tiedupkai
For easy access to any of my contact links, I'm starting to list them up on the side bar on the right. Enjoy!
His birthday is next week. I think I finally decided on what to get him. A couple new toys (like real toys, not kink toys), and then as for the kink toy....I'm torn between a riding crop and a three-wheel Wartenberg wheel (he wants one so bad). I think I will finish my shopping tomorrow since I don't have anything to do. His work schedule got messed up again. I won't get to see him again until Friday night, and even then....he'll have to wake me up (he won't get home until after midnight, and I'll have to be up for work the next morning by 7). Should be interesting.
Oh! I started noticing a trend on some other slave blogs I've been reading of having a formspring account so that people can ask them questions. So, if anyone has questions ask me here: http://www.formspring.me/tiedupkai
For easy access to any of my contact links, I'm starting to list them up on the side bar on the right. Enjoy!
Monday, October 18, 2010
Breaking point.
On Tuesday I got really horny, and sent Peter a text message. I described to him something along the lines of craving to serve him, and how I felt lost without my Master's guidance (I'd post it exactly, but I had to reset my phone this weekend). He told me to bring my blue and black corset when I came over. Peter didn't have to work Wednesday night, so I went over there after hanging out with one of my friends. We have been having a lot of really passionate sex lately. I wish I could say this in a less corny way, but there really is no other way....I feel like it brings us closer together when we do this. I already know how compatible we are when it comes to the kinky stuff. It's pretty obvious that he loves me, but it never hurts to be reminded of it.This is totally out of the norm for me to put in here, but we saw the new Jackass 3D movie twice already. Once on Thursday, and again on Saturday. It's good. Just saying.
I had to work Saturday morning, so we were both up pretty early. We had every intention of playing later on that evening, and then I got a headache. It was terrible. Peter gave me some pain meds for it, massaged my head, then gave me a cold rag to put on my head. Nothing was helping. I went to lay down around 8:30, and he came to lay with me. I felt terrible because it had been over 36 hours since we last had sex (and it's not like we weren't around each other, we just didn't have time). Peter told me it was alright, and it didn't matter. He just wanted me to get better. But....me being me, I told him to just go for it. I was still able to move, so it wasn't one of those headaches where sex would be the worst idea ever. He was a little reluctant, but he went for it. It ended up being really good. We dirty talked a bit. He gave me orders for the next day too. It didn't get rid of my headache, but it did ease it a little bit.
Sunday I got up at a reasonable hour, watched some TV, did some stretching, then started to get ready. The order that Master gave me were to be waiting at the side door, on my knees, wearing my black and blue corset and black high heels. I added my collar too, and a LOT of black makeup. When he came home, I was waiting for him how I was told to. He let the dogs outside, kissed me, told me to stand up so he could look at me, then made me go wait in the bedroom for him while he showered. I waited anxiously on the edge of the bed for him. When he came in, he had me stand up and turn around. I got a few spankings, and he bent me over the bed to give me more, then told me not to move. He then went over to the dresser and started pulling out tools. The Wartenberg wheel, small flogger, big flogger, short rope, long rope, and the wooden paddle. Master ordered me to my knees, and put him in my mouth. My gag reflex was not on my side that day. First time I ever felt liquid come up, but I didn't really miss a beat, and neither did he. Next, I was to lay on my back with my head over the end of the bed. Master then took the small flogger, and began to flog my breasts. This is where things started to go wrong. I was loving how it felt, and then every so often, one tail would hit my previously pierced nipple. It kept happening, and my instincts started to kick in and my hands shot up. Master stopped, went to grab the cane and started smacking my thighs, telling me to keep my hands down. Then he went over to the dresser to grab the cuffs and spreader bar, and got me all locked up before he started flogging my breasts again. The pain came back as if he never took a break, and just the one tail.....against that nipple. I started to actually cry, and then I begged him to stop. He did. I sobbed for a few moments, and he drug the flogger across my chest. It soothed me as I dried my tears and briefly stated that it kept hitting my nipple. He told me he will start when I feel ready. A few moments later, I started to calm down and told him I was ready. He waited a good 30 seconds before starting up again, careful not to hit the sensitive nipple too much. He had me sit up so he could tie my wrists up, then used the cane on my thighs again. Apparently my body had become extremely sensitive and I had to ask him to stop again during that. To try and keep the thrill going though, I then asked for permission to speak. He told me to be quick as he kissed me. I quickly explained that my thighs were not used to being beaten. His reply was simple; that's why he gives them beatings. He kept having me stand up and turn around for him, and let me tell you...turning around and walking while cuffed to an ankle spreader bar, and wrists tied up is not that easy. The difficulty of this showed, and amused Master. He bent me over the bed and spanked me with the wooden paddle, and ran the Wartenberg wheel up and down my back. I could feel myself dripping on the floor, and he saw this. He started rubbing my pussy, moving my juices all over, even over my asshole. I started to think that's where he was going with this next. Then he had me turn over and pushed me on the bed. He pulled me down to the edge of the bed so that my ass hung off a bit, and held the spreader bar up, telling me how good of a girl I had been and slipping right in. He fucked me for a while, calling me all his favorite names for me (good little fuck doll, fuck toy, slut) in the most endearing ways possible. Master was gracious enough to allow me to cum. I squirted a little, and since he had me hanging off the bed, the sheets stayed mostly clean (but the floor was not as lucky). He told me to stand up, making me face the bed, wrists up under my chin, Master wrapped the long rope around my arms and back so I was unable to move. Master unlocked the bar from the cuffs, and pushed me to the floor. He fucked me for a while. Having my face to the ground, and the force of his thrusts started to make the long rope lose and slip down to the top of my shoulders. I just sat there bent over, enjoying every thrust (I'm not the typically girl who gets hers and then begs for it to be over....I actually enjoy the feeling). After he came, he told me to clean myself up because I was a mess. Walking into the bathroom and looking in the mirror, he was right; my black makeup had smeared all over the place. I knew it would smear a little because I tend to shed a tear or two from squeezing my eyes shut during my beatings, but I hadn't expected to sob like I did. I cleaned up what I could, then went back to the room. He told me to come lay down next to him. He asked me if I was alright, but not in the whiny, unsure kind of boyfriend way. He was being a good Master. We discussed what had happened, and I thanked him for being very cool about it and not freaking out. It was the first time I ever had to ask him to stop/slow down play. The fact that he did (and yet didn't completely break character), and showed compassion for me really strengthens my trust in him. I don't think I have ever trusted someone so much before (which feels great, but also terrifies me at the same time).
We went about our day, and ended up having a quickie before I had to go home. The quickie involved some choking, face smacking, and just....damn. At one point, he was holding me down and it actually felt like he closed off my wind pipe for a few seconds. The relief when I could sort of breathe again was a rush. Smacking my face and grabbing hold, making sure I know who my Master was. It's all just so very hot to me!
I have been sore all damn day. I can't sit still for very long before I have to reposition. He really wailed on my ass with that paddle, plus my legs and back have been sore too. I have a few new bruises from the cane (one is a line which looks really cool), and some marks on my breasts from the flogger. I haven't checked my back today, but I'm sure that has a few pretty marks too.
There aren't too many more days until Peter's birthday, and I still have yet to complete his gift! I decided against getting him something he needs, so I'm going with things he wants. Stuff to just have fun with. If I can afford it, maybe I'll get him something new to have fun beating me with.
Oh! Apparently this isn't really a big deal, but I got really excited about it. Every time I update, I send out two dozen or more Pings, and I share the link on my Twitter. I also started to join some fetish networking sites and having this blog listed. This evening, I was checking the stats and noticed that one of my blog viewings came from a Google search. I am now available to be searched on Google! When I first got this blog, I requested to be searchable on Google, and have checked once or twice since. Never got a match for anything having to do with my blog until now. Like I said, it's nothing too special, but I'm pretty excited about it. Hopefully I can keep entertaining you all so you keep reading and spreading the word!
I think it's time for me to get to sleep. Writing about this weekend kind of has me riled up, so I might use my one allowed diddle session up for the week.
I had to work Saturday morning, so we were both up pretty early. We had every intention of playing later on that evening, and then I got a headache. It was terrible. Peter gave me some pain meds for it, massaged my head, then gave me a cold rag to put on my head. Nothing was helping. I went to lay down around 8:30, and he came to lay with me. I felt terrible because it had been over 36 hours since we last had sex (and it's not like we weren't around each other, we just didn't have time). Peter told me it was alright, and it didn't matter. He just wanted me to get better. But....me being me, I told him to just go for it. I was still able to move, so it wasn't one of those headaches where sex would be the worst idea ever. He was a little reluctant, but he went for it. It ended up being really good. We dirty talked a bit. He gave me orders for the next day too. It didn't get rid of my headache, but it did ease it a little bit.
Sunday I got up at a reasonable hour, watched some TV, did some stretching, then started to get ready. The order that Master gave me were to be waiting at the side door, on my knees, wearing my black and blue corset and black high heels. I added my collar too, and a LOT of black makeup. When he came home, I was waiting for him how I was told to. He let the dogs outside, kissed me, told me to stand up so he could look at me, then made me go wait in the bedroom for him while he showered. I waited anxiously on the edge of the bed for him. When he came in, he had me stand up and turn around. I got a few spankings, and he bent me over the bed to give me more, then told me not to move. He then went over to the dresser and started pulling out tools. The Wartenberg wheel, small flogger, big flogger, short rope, long rope, and the wooden paddle. Master ordered me to my knees, and put him in my mouth. My gag reflex was not on my side that day. First time I ever felt liquid come up, but I didn't really miss a beat, and neither did he. Next, I was to lay on my back with my head over the end of the bed. Master then took the small flogger, and began to flog my breasts. This is where things started to go wrong. I was loving how it felt, and then every so often, one tail would hit my previously pierced nipple. It kept happening, and my instincts started to kick in and my hands shot up. Master stopped, went to grab the cane and started smacking my thighs, telling me to keep my hands down. Then he went over to the dresser to grab the cuffs and spreader bar, and got me all locked up before he started flogging my breasts again. The pain came back as if he never took a break, and just the one tail.....against that nipple. I started to actually cry, and then I begged him to stop. He did. I sobbed for a few moments, and he drug the flogger across my chest. It soothed me as I dried my tears and briefly stated that it kept hitting my nipple. He told me he will start when I feel ready. A few moments later, I started to calm down and told him I was ready. He waited a good 30 seconds before starting up again, careful not to hit the sensitive nipple too much. He had me sit up so he could tie my wrists up, then used the cane on my thighs again. Apparently my body had become extremely sensitive and I had to ask him to stop again during that. To try and keep the thrill going though, I then asked for permission to speak. He told me to be quick as he kissed me. I quickly explained that my thighs were not used to being beaten. His reply was simple; that's why he gives them beatings. He kept having me stand up and turn around for him, and let me tell you...turning around and walking while cuffed to an ankle spreader bar, and wrists tied up is not that easy. The difficulty of this showed, and amused Master. He bent me over the bed and spanked me with the wooden paddle, and ran the Wartenberg wheel up and down my back. I could feel myself dripping on the floor, and he saw this. He started rubbing my pussy, moving my juices all over, even over my asshole. I started to think that's where he was going with this next. Then he had me turn over and pushed me on the bed. He pulled me down to the edge of the bed so that my ass hung off a bit, and held the spreader bar up, telling me how good of a girl I had been and slipping right in. He fucked me for a while, calling me all his favorite names for me (good little fuck doll, fuck toy, slut) in the most endearing ways possible. Master was gracious enough to allow me to cum. I squirted a little, and since he had me hanging off the bed, the sheets stayed mostly clean (but the floor was not as lucky). He told me to stand up, making me face the bed, wrists up under my chin, Master wrapped the long rope around my arms and back so I was unable to move. Master unlocked the bar from the cuffs, and pushed me to the floor. He fucked me for a while. Having my face to the ground, and the force of his thrusts started to make the long rope lose and slip down to the top of my shoulders. I just sat there bent over, enjoying every thrust (I'm not the typically girl who gets hers and then begs for it to be over....I actually enjoy the feeling). After he came, he told me to clean myself up because I was a mess. Walking into the bathroom and looking in the mirror, he was right; my black makeup had smeared all over the place. I knew it would smear a little because I tend to shed a tear or two from squeezing my eyes shut during my beatings, but I hadn't expected to sob like I did. I cleaned up what I could, then went back to the room. He told me to come lay down next to him. He asked me if I was alright, but not in the whiny, unsure kind of boyfriend way. He was being a good Master. We discussed what had happened, and I thanked him for being very cool about it and not freaking out. It was the first time I ever had to ask him to stop/slow down play. The fact that he did (and yet didn't completely break character), and showed compassion for me really strengthens my trust in him. I don't think I have ever trusted someone so much before (which feels great, but also terrifies me at the same time).
We went about our day, and ended up having a quickie before I had to go home. The quickie involved some choking, face smacking, and just....damn. At one point, he was holding me down and it actually felt like he closed off my wind pipe for a few seconds. The relief when I could sort of breathe again was a rush. Smacking my face and grabbing hold, making sure I know who my Master was. It's all just so very hot to me!
I have been sore all damn day. I can't sit still for very long before I have to reposition. He really wailed on my ass with that paddle, plus my legs and back have been sore too. I have a few new bruises from the cane (one is a line which looks really cool), and some marks on my breasts from the flogger. I haven't checked my back today, but I'm sure that has a few pretty marks too.
There aren't too many more days until Peter's birthday, and I still have yet to complete his gift! I decided against getting him something he needs, so I'm going with things he wants. Stuff to just have fun with. If I can afford it, maybe I'll get him something new to have fun beating me with.
Oh! Apparently this isn't really a big deal, but I got really excited about it. Every time I update, I send out two dozen or more Pings, and I share the link on my Twitter. I also started to join some fetish networking sites and having this blog listed. This evening, I was checking the stats and noticed that one of my blog viewings came from a Google search. I am now available to be searched on Google! When I first got this blog, I requested to be searchable on Google, and have checked once or twice since. Never got a match for anything having to do with my blog until now. Like I said, it's nothing too special, but I'm pretty excited about it. Hopefully I can keep entertaining you all so you keep reading and spreading the word!
I think it's time for me to get to sleep. Writing about this weekend kind of has me riled up, so I might use my one allowed diddle session up for the week.
Monday, October 11, 2010
Submissive weekend pt.2
Friday I went to a hockey game with my friend Bella, so I didn't get to see Peter until I got home around 11pm. He was exhausted from a very taxing day, so we basically just relaxed for a bit until we went to bed. We ended up having very sweet sex. He wasn't really rough, he went really slow and I had a pretty different type of orgasm. It was interesting, but I loved it.
Saturday morning, I had to work. Peter came with me because he wanted to see what my Saturday job was all about, plus we were going to a corn maze after. We had a lot of fun all day, and made it back to his place around 7. I felt kinda gross from working and walking around all day, so I hopped in the shower. When I got out, Master told me to get ready while he got in the shower. I asked him how, he said to be creative. I laid on the bed for a few minutes touching myself, waiting for him. Then I remembered I had brought my old school girl skirt (not the new one I bought to wear for his birthday) and a white button up. So I jumped up, threw that on (left the top slightly open so he could see my hot pink bra and breasts), strapped on my six inch black heels, and threw on my collar. Then I laid back on the bed (heels up on the bed), and resumed touching myself. Eventually he made it back into the room, very surprised and delighted. He had me stand up so he could look at me. Told me to turn around....bend over.....He just couldn't take his eyes off me. Master then told me to bend over the bed, told me he did a good job doing this to please him and that I deserved a reward. Then asked if I wanted it. Of course I said yes. He brought out the cane (which....being a wooden cane, it kinda fit the theme with the school girl), and proceeded to give me my reward. Light taps at first, then harder and faster. The feeling of a cane beating lingers enough that I barely noticed when he stopped. I didn't realize what had really happened until I felt him dragging the flogger across my bottom (I kept all of my clothes on during the entire session, so my bare back was difficult to get to). My beating lasted for quite some time, but when it finally stopped, Master put his hands on me, like he normally does. But then, he said something that made me sink more into the moment. He told me "I do this because I love you. Because you are mine.". Just the way that he whispered it to me.....I felt so overcome with emotion and desire to please my Master more than ever. After he was done, he did request my manners, which I nearly forgot. He had me crawl on the bed, and pushed my shoulders and head down so only my ass was up. He asked me what my name was at one point. I wasn't sure what he was expecting, but when he spanked me, and told me it was slut...that made it sink it. He asked a few more times, and I answered. He told me not to forget that either. I am still learning when I am to say "thank you, Master", and it showed during this session. After each spank, I wasn't sure if it would be overkill or not, but apparently....it was expected after each end. My bad. Well, I ended up paying for it. He told me I wasn't listening, so I didn't get to cum. I begged and pleaded, but.....nope. Nothing. I just had to take his, and be satisfied with that. Which....I was pleased but....dammit, I wanted it so bad. When he was done, I begged a little more. Master came back with "I said no.", grabbed the cane and told me not to ask again, and to go get cleaned up now. I jumped up quick and cleaned up.
I spent the time Sunday while Peter was at work shopping and starting to prepare food for dinner. We had a lot of stuff to do that day, but he said if I was good, he might let me cum. I tried to be good all day. He requested my manners at one point, and I told him that I need consistency with this stuff. That continued the rest of the day. After dinner and desert, before I had to leave, we went to lay down. Master had my lick him, which he was thoroughly enjoying for quite some time. When Master decided it was time for him to fuck me, he ordered me to take off my clothes, and grab my toy. He climbed on top of me, and let me use my toy. Master allowed me to cum. My orgasm was really long, and fantastic. It just kept going, and with each extremely deep thrust, it just made the orgasm all the more intense. Master finally said I get one more, and then I'm done. Once I had my final one, I didn't push it. I said thank you, and just enjoyed the rest of the session. Eventually, he told me to beg him to cum. I begged...oh god, did I beg. He loved the hell out of it, he came hard, I felt it. It was fantastic.
I get to see Master again on Thursday. We're going to see an advanced showing of Jackass 3D. Not sure what is in store for us for the rest of the weekend, but I look forward to it! I am quite sleepy right now, I should head to bed. Until next time....
Saturday morning, I had to work. Peter came with me because he wanted to see what my Saturday job was all about, plus we were going to a corn maze after. We had a lot of fun all day, and made it back to his place around 7. I felt kinda gross from working and walking around all day, so I hopped in the shower. When I got out, Master told me to get ready while he got in the shower. I asked him how, he said to be creative. I laid on the bed for a few minutes touching myself, waiting for him. Then I remembered I had brought my old school girl skirt (not the new one I bought to wear for his birthday) and a white button up. So I jumped up, threw that on (left the top slightly open so he could see my hot pink bra and breasts), strapped on my six inch black heels, and threw on my collar. Then I laid back on the bed (heels up on the bed), and resumed touching myself. Eventually he made it back into the room, very surprised and delighted. He had me stand up so he could look at me. Told me to turn around....bend over.....He just couldn't take his eyes off me. Master then told me to bend over the bed, told me he did a good job doing this to please him and that I deserved a reward. Then asked if I wanted it. Of course I said yes. He brought out the cane (which....being a wooden cane, it kinda fit the theme with the school girl), and proceeded to give me my reward. Light taps at first, then harder and faster. The feeling of a cane beating lingers enough that I barely noticed when he stopped. I didn't realize what had really happened until I felt him dragging the flogger across my bottom (I kept all of my clothes on during the entire session, so my bare back was difficult to get to). My beating lasted for quite some time, but when it finally stopped, Master put his hands on me, like he normally does. But then, he said something that made me sink more into the moment. He told me "I do this because I love you. Because you are mine.". Just the way that he whispered it to me.....I felt so overcome with emotion and desire to please my Master more than ever. After he was done, he did request my manners, which I nearly forgot. He had me crawl on the bed, and pushed my shoulders and head down so only my ass was up. He asked me what my name was at one point. I wasn't sure what he was expecting, but when he spanked me, and told me it was slut...that made it sink it. He asked a few more times, and I answered. He told me not to forget that either. I am still learning when I am to say "thank you, Master", and it showed during this session. After each spank, I wasn't sure if it would be overkill or not, but apparently....it was expected after each end. My bad. Well, I ended up paying for it. He told me I wasn't listening, so I didn't get to cum. I begged and pleaded, but.....nope. Nothing. I just had to take his, and be satisfied with that. Which....I was pleased but....dammit, I wanted it so bad. When he was done, I begged a little more. Master came back with "I said no.", grabbed the cane and told me not to ask again, and to go get cleaned up now. I jumped up quick and cleaned up.
I spent the time Sunday while Peter was at work shopping and starting to prepare food for dinner. We had a lot of stuff to do that day, but he said if I was good, he might let me cum. I tried to be good all day. He requested my manners at one point, and I told him that I need consistency with this stuff. That continued the rest of the day. After dinner and desert, before I had to leave, we went to lay down. Master had my lick him, which he was thoroughly enjoying for quite some time. When Master decided it was time for him to fuck me, he ordered me to take off my clothes, and grab my toy. He climbed on top of me, and let me use my toy. Master allowed me to cum. My orgasm was really long, and fantastic. It just kept going, and with each extremely deep thrust, it just made the orgasm all the more intense. Master finally said I get one more, and then I'm done. Once I had my final one, I didn't push it. I said thank you, and just enjoyed the rest of the session. Eventually, he told me to beg him to cum. I begged...oh god, did I beg. He loved the hell out of it, he came hard, I felt it. It was fantastic.
I get to see Master again on Thursday. We're going to see an advanced showing of Jackass 3D. Not sure what is in store for us for the rest of the weekend, but I look forward to it! I am quite sleepy right now, I should head to bed. Until next time....
Thursday, October 7, 2010
Submissive weekend pt.1
I've been spending a lot of time reading articles online about experiences people have when they go to bdsm events, or just articles about different kinks and fetishes, or ways to dominate your submissive. It has all been very interesting to me, and giving me new and exciting ideas. I did a lot of reading yesterday. Mostly articles, some reviews on toys and things of that nature. It put me in a very submissive state of mind. I couldn't wait to see Master later on. Even with the cramps, I was still looking forward to it. I told him I was in need of a cuddle. He said as long as I went down on him a few times, he would cuddle me all weekend. I told him he gets whatever he wants, it's not like I can really say no to him. Master then said he would also like to tie me up. I was then told to bring my black and blue corset and some black heels to wear at some point this weekend. That just amped up my desire to go over there.
Unfortunately for me, I read a text he sent me wrong. I thought he wanted me to leave my house at 9:30. Nope, apparently he wanted me to be at his house around 9:30. All he sent to me when I told him I was on my way was "You're so very late." I kinda had the idea that I was in for it. Honest mistake though. I didn't get the beating I thought I was going to. We actually had to run to the store first (so we could get stuff to make breakfast in the morning). When it was time for bed though, he told me to suck his dick. Which, I knew we would be doing a lot of that since I am currently experiencing my lady time. What I wasn't ready for was the duration of the oral. I could tell he was really trying to enjoy it, but unfortunately that ended up getting the best of him later because it then became difficult. He was only a little forceful, but not terribly. He had me up close to him while he handled himself for a bit, and put one of my nipples in his mouth. He proceeded to bite on it. Hard. It actually started to hurt pretty bad, but not quite to the point where there was no pleasure so it was fine. When he finally released, he went to the other one and did the same. I know he was doing it to hear me moan and cry out. I know how much he loves that. Master must have noticed my desire to please him, so he did end up forcing my head back down, and smacked my ass hard, many times, as I sucked and licked. When he was about to cum, he asked if I wanted it. I said yes, and he came in my mouth. I swallowed gratefully, and then that's when I realized I was getting my punishment. I asked if I was allowed to have a turn, and he said no. Even with my performance pleasing him, I was still not allowed to cum. After a short pout, I informed him of how submissive I had been feeling all day, and that I probably could have told him that earlier for him to take full advantage of it, but I forgot. This excited him, but he still refused me my orgasm. Let me tell you, I did not sleep well last night. I kept waking up randomly, almost wide awake, then falling back asleep briefly only to do it again.
This morning, after breakfast, we were snuggling on the couch. I was still a bit riled up from the night before, so I kissed his neck, and nibbled here and there. He gently grabbed my neck and kissed me. A few minutes later he said "I want to fuck you. Now." Off to the bedroom we went! Master didn't start off slow really, after climbing on top of me, he kissed me a bit before lubing up and pushing in. He felt amazing. He fucked me like that for a while, grabbing my hair and pulling on it hard. Tugging my head in different directions to get a better view of my neck for him to bite. A few times I tried to move so he couldn't, and he just tugged harder. He moved his hand to my neck and held me down for a while. Sometimes it's hard for anything else to matter except the feeling of his hands on me and his cock inside me when he does this. I barely even think about the fact that I can't breathe. haha. He moved to hold me down with his arm, and proceeded to bite my collar bone hard enough to where it felt like he was slicing through a nerve or something. He sat up and held my legs up. Then he started to bite my calves. I haven't had any new bruises in weeks, and he didn't take it easy on me either, so this was quite painful. He bit one side, and I tried soo hard to squirm away for the second, but he wouldn't let me. He said "My little fuck toy needs some new bruises", and continued to bite me on my ribs. Master ordered me to flip over, and a few moments into that, he told me to cum for him. Everything was so wet, and I was so numb from holding off soo long I was having trouble getting off. I asked if I could use my toy. He got it quickly, but as I was putting it against my clit, he started wailing on my ass. The fucking continued, and he kept telling me if I didn't cum soon, he was going to take it away from me. Not just the toy, but the chance to cum. I didn't want that, I was so close. He kept smacking my bottom, and finally I came. It was long, and lovely, and felt so good. I got greedy, and asked if I could again (not sure when he would let me next), but he said no, and to turn off my toy. Master continued to fuck me pretty hard for a few more minutes before he came. Twice. I love it when he is able to have multiple orgasms. It takes a lot out of him, but damn....it's satisfying for both of us. After I got cleaned up, he was inspecting his handy work. I think he realized he hadn't left a mark on my thighs because he bit down to give me one.
If this is just easing me into what he has in store for me for the weekend, I am all game for that. I mentioned an article I read about objectification to him, and how I might be interested in trying it, though I wasn't sure if I would enjoy being called "it". Just something to think about. I'm still hoping to find a decently priced cage. Cheapest I can find on craigslist so far is $65. Well, I found one for $35, but it doesn't look like it's in the best shape. I'd prefer a new one, but Peter made a good point; why spend the $130 on a brand new cage if it turns out I don't like being caged? I just hope we can find one that is a good price and was well maintained, and not all gross from the owner letting the dog eat shit and piss in it. I mean....if I like it, we can always re-sell the one we bought and get a brand new one. Right?
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Unfortunately for me, I read a text he sent me wrong. I thought he wanted me to leave my house at 9:30. Nope, apparently he wanted me to be at his house around 9:30. All he sent to me when I told him I was on my way was "You're so very late." I kinda had the idea that I was in for it. Honest mistake though. I didn't get the beating I thought I was going to. We actually had to run to the store first (so we could get stuff to make breakfast in the morning). When it was time for bed though, he told me to suck his dick. Which, I knew we would be doing a lot of that since I am currently experiencing my lady time. What I wasn't ready for was the duration of the oral. I could tell he was really trying to enjoy it, but unfortunately that ended up getting the best of him later because it then became difficult. He was only a little forceful, but not terribly. He had me up close to him while he handled himself for a bit, and put one of my nipples in his mouth. He proceeded to bite on it. Hard. It actually started to hurt pretty bad, but not quite to the point where there was no pleasure so it was fine. When he finally released, he went to the other one and did the same. I know he was doing it to hear me moan and cry out. I know how much he loves that. Master must have noticed my desire to please him, so he did end up forcing my head back down, and smacked my ass hard, many times, as I sucked and licked. When he was about to cum, he asked if I wanted it. I said yes, and he came in my mouth. I swallowed gratefully, and then that's when I realized I was getting my punishment. I asked if I was allowed to have a turn, and he said no. Even with my performance pleasing him, I was still not allowed to cum. After a short pout, I informed him of how submissive I had been feeling all day, and that I probably could have told him that earlier for him to take full advantage of it, but I forgot. This excited him, but he still refused me my orgasm. Let me tell you, I did not sleep well last night. I kept waking up randomly, almost wide awake, then falling back asleep briefly only to do it again.
This morning, after breakfast, we were snuggling on the couch. I was still a bit riled up from the night before, so I kissed his neck, and nibbled here and there. He gently grabbed my neck and kissed me. A few minutes later he said "I want to fuck you. Now." Off to the bedroom we went! Master didn't start off slow really, after climbing on top of me, he kissed me a bit before lubing up and pushing in. He felt amazing. He fucked me like that for a while, grabbing my hair and pulling on it hard. Tugging my head in different directions to get a better view of my neck for him to bite. A few times I tried to move so he couldn't, and he just tugged harder. He moved his hand to my neck and held me down for a while. Sometimes it's hard for anything else to matter except the feeling of his hands on me and his cock inside me when he does this. I barely even think about the fact that I can't breathe. haha. He moved to hold me down with his arm, and proceeded to bite my collar bone hard enough to where it felt like he was slicing through a nerve or something. He sat up and held my legs up. Then he started to bite my calves. I haven't had any new bruises in weeks, and he didn't take it easy on me either, so this was quite painful. He bit one side, and I tried soo hard to squirm away for the second, but he wouldn't let me. He said "My little fuck toy needs some new bruises", and continued to bite me on my ribs. Master ordered me to flip over, and a few moments into that, he told me to cum for him. Everything was so wet, and I was so numb from holding off soo long I was having trouble getting off. I asked if I could use my toy. He got it quickly, but as I was putting it against my clit, he started wailing on my ass. The fucking continued, and he kept telling me if I didn't cum soon, he was going to take it away from me. Not just the toy, but the chance to cum. I didn't want that, I was so close. He kept smacking my bottom, and finally I came. It was long, and lovely, and felt so good. I got greedy, and asked if I could again (not sure when he would let me next), but he said no, and to turn off my toy. Master continued to fuck me pretty hard for a few more minutes before he came. Twice. I love it when he is able to have multiple orgasms. It takes a lot out of him, but damn....it's satisfying for both of us. After I got cleaned up, he was inspecting his handy work. I think he realized he hadn't left a mark on my thighs because he bit down to give me one.
If this is just easing me into what he has in store for me for the weekend, I am all game for that. I mentioned an article I read about objectification to him, and how I might be interested in trying it, though I wasn't sure if I would enjoy being called "it". Just something to think about. I'm still hoping to find a decently priced cage. Cheapest I can find on craigslist so far is $65. Well, I found one for $35, but it doesn't look like it's in the best shape. I'd prefer a new one, but Peter made a good point; why spend the $130 on a brand new cage if it turns out I don't like being caged? I just hope we can find one that is a good price and was well maintained, and not all gross from the owner letting the dog eat shit and piss in it. I mean....if I like it, we can always re-sell the one we bought and get a brand new one. Right?
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Wednesday, October 6, 2010
No panties.
Thursdays are usually when I go over to Peter's house, but we both had to work late. While working late, a wave of sexual desire just swept over me. It was pretty crazy. I sent him a text and told him this. His response? "Better have those panties off when you come over tomorrow."
Friday morning, I started my whole routine....shower, get dressed....When I put my panties on, I looked in the mirror. My was having a very "sexy ass" day. I mean...I have a big bottom, and there are times when even I find it hot. So, I took a picture of it with my panties on, and sent it to Master, saying "Good morning!". He said it made his day (and he made it the wallpaper on his phone), but that they had better be off when I came over (like he asked the day before). I wouldn't dream of disobeying an order like that. When it was time to go home for the day, I walked behind the control tower, pulled my panties down (I wear skirts 85% of the time...this day was no exception), and put them in my purse. It was only a little windy outside, but I held onto my skirt as if the wind was whipping around a wind tunnel. When I got to Masters house, he was still in the shower. I let myself in, and went to his room. I knelt on the bed, and bent over. About 10 minutes later, he was out of the shower, and in his room. He didn't waste much time before giving me my spankings for the day. When he goes down on me, it sends shivers all over my body, I swear. The sex that followed was quite enjoyable. I wasn't really in pain anymore, so that helped a lot. We weren't able to really do much else because we had dinner plans with some of my friends, followed by a graduation party. Throughout the party, Master kept smacking my bottom. It only got more intense as the night when on, and I got him more drunk (I have never seen him even slightly intoxicated before, so this was a treat for me). He would go between smacking my ass hard and telling me he wanted to stick it in my ass, to grabbing me by the waist, kissing me, and telling me how much he loved me. He had been quite affectionate earlier in the evening before the alcohol (and he is normally very affectionate). Before him, I didn't have much care for PDA, but he made me comfortable enough to survive a kiss here and there in public without getting annoyed at all. So all the kisses just made me feel incredibly loved and wanted.We left the party a bit before midnight, and were sexing it up as soon as we got home. We were both on fire, and ended up recorded a couple little clips on my phone. The one I took you can't really see (poor lighting), but the one he did was not too shabby. We actually changed positions when he did it so that I was bent over. He kept rubbing his thumb over my ass while he recorded. I knew what he really wanted. He had been mentioning it all night. Eventually, I said it was fine, and asked if I could use my toy. Master allowed this. Things were fine at first, then eventually it started to hurt. And then hurt really bad. I had to tell him we needed to stop. He was fine with it. Apparently with the alcohol in his system, it wasn't likely that he would be able to achieve orgasm. So we cleaned up and laid down. We talked for a bit before going to sleep. I can't help but be completely smitten by that man.
Saturday worked out to be a busy day. Starting with breakfast, followed by the movies, then I had to work. I know we had sex at some point, but since it's Wednesday already, I can't remember. Yay, lack of memory. I just remember that I had two very small cups of coffee with breakfast, and not long after....I started getting pain in my kidneys again. That made the rest of the day quite annoying.
Sunday was not such a good day for Peter. He had a crummy morning at work, plus he found out there really wasn't a chance for him to do this marathon that he had been planning on doing for almost a year. It was just a messed up day. I spent most of the day trying to get comfortable while watching TV with his dog and cat. We had been invited to the cider mill, but we passed due to the excess of shitty day. We tried to make the best of it by having lunch and watching the new episodes of Big Bang Theory and Regular Show, then we went to Borders to pick out some books. Peter bought a new vegetarian cook book so he could cook new and delicious meals for us, and I picked up the cook book Vegan Cookies Invade Your Cookie Jar. I loved the previous book Vegan Cupcakes Take Over the World, so I knew this would be epic. I used to be vegan, but now I'm just back to being vegetarian (though I still bake vegan). Then after a quick run to the pet store, we finally got back to his place. I was texting one of my friends while he was feeding his animals. When he was done, he came to sit by me. After sending a text, he asked if I was done texting my friend. When I said sure, his response was "good, let's go have sex". I wasn't really done texting, but my response back could wait. I never pass up a chance for sex with my Master if I can help it. When we made dinner later, I got my daily spankings. This time, it was with a spatula. I see the point in those paddles with holes in them now; you can totally feel the holes with each crack, even with an ass as plush as mine.
My kidneys are feeling a bit better now that I'm drinking a lot more water than I was. I'm also taking cranberry pills and trying to drink lots of cranberry juice. I'm trying to avoid going back to the doctor if I can, but if I keep getting the pains I'll have to go back.
Things to look forward to? A rare occurrence, I'll be going to Master's house tonight, and be there until Sunday. Normally, this starts on Thursday, but I get an extra day. Wednesdays he works until 9pm, and Thursdays are usually one of his days off of work. My normal work schedule is 9-4, but tomorrow I will be working 2-9pm. So to insure that we get to spend lots of time together, I'll be going over there tonight. I will also be bringing my dog. The longest she's ever stayed over his place was a night, so I'm curious how she is going to do staying there for four nights.
Peter's birthday is later this month. I already have a few small gifts for him, and I'll probably get the rest of his gift next week (not including his birthday dinner out, and cake that I'll be baking him). I also need to complete my personal birthday gift for him So far, I only have the outfit I'll be wearing for him, but not the lingerie. The outfit is a school girl. What should I wear under it? Any ideas? I can't decide if I want to go all white cotton panties and bra, or something I can wear thigh highs and a garter belt with. I still have a little bit to decide. His birthday isn't until the 28th.
Anyway, I'm rambling, and I should get going. Lots of work to do before I leave for the day!
Friday morning, I started my whole routine....shower, get dressed....When I put my panties on, I looked in the mirror. My was having a very "sexy ass" day. I mean...I have a big bottom, and there are times when even I find it hot. So, I took a picture of it with my panties on, and sent it to Master, saying "Good morning!". He said it made his day (and he made it the wallpaper on his phone), but that they had better be off when I came over (like he asked the day before). I wouldn't dream of disobeying an order like that. When it was time to go home for the day, I walked behind the control tower, pulled my panties down (I wear skirts 85% of the time...this day was no exception), and put them in my purse. It was only a little windy outside, but I held onto my skirt as if the wind was whipping around a wind tunnel. When I got to Masters house, he was still in the shower. I let myself in, and went to his room. I knelt on the bed, and bent over. About 10 minutes later, he was out of the shower, and in his room. He didn't waste much time before giving me my spankings for the day. When he goes down on me, it sends shivers all over my body, I swear. The sex that followed was quite enjoyable. I wasn't really in pain anymore, so that helped a lot. We weren't able to really do much else because we had dinner plans with some of my friends, followed by a graduation party. Throughout the party, Master kept smacking my bottom. It only got more intense as the night when on, and I got him more drunk (I have never seen him even slightly intoxicated before, so this was a treat for me). He would go between smacking my ass hard and telling me he wanted to stick it in my ass, to grabbing me by the waist, kissing me, and telling me how much he loved me. He had been quite affectionate earlier in the evening before the alcohol (and he is normally very affectionate). Before him, I didn't have much care for PDA, but he made me comfortable enough to survive a kiss here and there in public without getting annoyed at all. So all the kisses just made me feel incredibly loved and wanted.We left the party a bit before midnight, and were sexing it up as soon as we got home. We were both on fire, and ended up recorded a couple little clips on my phone. The one I took you can't really see (poor lighting), but the one he did was not too shabby. We actually changed positions when he did it so that I was bent over. He kept rubbing his thumb over my ass while he recorded. I knew what he really wanted. He had been mentioning it all night. Eventually, I said it was fine, and asked if I could use my toy. Master allowed this. Things were fine at first, then eventually it started to hurt. And then hurt really bad. I had to tell him we needed to stop. He was fine with it. Apparently with the alcohol in his system, it wasn't likely that he would be able to achieve orgasm. So we cleaned up and laid down. We talked for a bit before going to sleep. I can't help but be completely smitten by that man.
Saturday worked out to be a busy day. Starting with breakfast, followed by the movies, then I had to work. I know we had sex at some point, but since it's Wednesday already, I can't remember. Yay, lack of memory. I just remember that I had two very small cups of coffee with breakfast, and not long after....I started getting pain in my kidneys again. That made the rest of the day quite annoying.
Sunday was not such a good day for Peter. He had a crummy morning at work, plus he found out there really wasn't a chance for him to do this marathon that he had been planning on doing for almost a year. It was just a messed up day. I spent most of the day trying to get comfortable while watching TV with his dog and cat. We had been invited to the cider mill, but we passed due to the excess of shitty day. We tried to make the best of it by having lunch and watching the new episodes of Big Bang Theory and Regular Show, then we went to Borders to pick out some books. Peter bought a new vegetarian cook book so he could cook new and delicious meals for us, and I picked up the cook book Vegan Cookies Invade Your Cookie Jar. I loved the previous book Vegan Cupcakes Take Over the World, so I knew this would be epic. I used to be vegan, but now I'm just back to being vegetarian (though I still bake vegan). Then after a quick run to the pet store, we finally got back to his place. I was texting one of my friends while he was feeding his animals. When he was done, he came to sit by me. After sending a text, he asked if I was done texting my friend. When I said sure, his response was "good, let's go have sex". I wasn't really done texting, but my response back could wait. I never pass up a chance for sex with my Master if I can help it. When we made dinner later, I got my daily spankings. This time, it was with a spatula. I see the point in those paddles with holes in them now; you can totally feel the holes with each crack, even with an ass as plush as mine.
My kidneys are feeling a bit better now that I'm drinking a lot more water than I was. I'm also taking cranberry pills and trying to drink lots of cranberry juice. I'm trying to avoid going back to the doctor if I can, but if I keep getting the pains I'll have to go back.
Things to look forward to? A rare occurrence, I'll be going to Master's house tonight, and be there until Sunday. Normally, this starts on Thursday, but I get an extra day. Wednesdays he works until 9pm, and Thursdays are usually one of his days off of work. My normal work schedule is 9-4, but tomorrow I will be working 2-9pm. So to insure that we get to spend lots of time together, I'll be going over there tonight. I will also be bringing my dog. The longest she's ever stayed over his place was a night, so I'm curious how she is going to do staying there for four nights.
Peter's birthday is later this month. I already have a few small gifts for him, and I'll probably get the rest of his gift next week (not including his birthday dinner out, and cake that I'll be baking him). I also need to complete my personal birthday gift for him So far, I only have the outfit I'll be wearing for him, but not the lingerie. The outfit is a school girl. What should I wear under it? Any ideas? I can't decide if I want to go all white cotton panties and bra, or something I can wear thigh highs and a garter belt with. I still have a little bit to decide. His birthday isn't until the 28th.
Anyway, I'm rambling, and I should get going. Lots of work to do before I leave for the day!
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