First time picture post...

The last few days turned out to be pretty great.

Thursday, Peter met me up at work a little after I was done. We went to find this group of geocaches that are located on a trail near my work. We kept looking for a good place to stop and have sex, but it would have been really difficult. There were quite a few people on the trails walking around and biking that day, not to mention a crap ton of mosquitoes (though Peter said he would gladly take a few mosquito bites on his ass if it meant he could fuck me in the woods). We ended up getting fed up with the mosquitoes, so we only found a couple. After that, we got some dinner.We then ventured off to a place where I frequently go for karaoke. Enough to the point where I am good friends with the guy who runs the karaoke. Since my work was on the way from the restaurant to karaoke, we swung back by to have sex (yes, we were just really hard up that day apparently). We saw the car of one of my co-workers still in the parking lot, so that was a no-go. So we made our way to karaoke, and just tried to suck it up, and wait (though that didn't stop Peter from smacking my exposed leg as I propped it up on his chair). Karaoke was fun, though we couldn't hold out much longer, so we left around 11:30 or so. I was supposed to sing two songs, but we left before I could do a second song (it was pretty packed). By the time we made it back to his place, it was already past midnight, but that didn't stop us. The sex was awesome as usual. He bit me really hard on my right calf this time. Hard enough to leave teeth marks.

It is now a big bruise. It's difficult to get a good picture right now, as it is still in the early stages of bruising, and it's rather dark in my work area.We both had to work Friday morning, so after sex, we were pretty much down for the count.

Peter left for work before I did, and after I was all done getting ready, I had a little extra time. I checked my phone and saw a new text message from him. I'm so hard right now. I can't wait to fuck you later. After what he promised to me on Wednesday, you bet your ass I was excited for it too. We were both pretty riled up all day. I could barely concentrate on my work that day. It wasn't until I was packing my stuff up for the day when Peter called me. His work was making him stay an extra four hours (making him work a 12 hour shift in all). It looked like the awesome night we had planned just got shot in the foot. I went home to get rid of a head ache I had developed, and left for his house a little before 8pm. We were both exhausted from the day, so we just went to get some food, and had some good, old fashioned, regular sex, and then passed out.

Saturday, we got up relatively early. I got ready while Peter went to cash his check, then we went out to breakfast. After breakfast, we went shopping to look for new shoes for Peter. We didn't find anything, and we went to two stores. We also went to Barnes & Nobel, where we just looked around and killed some time. After that, we realized how hot outside it was, and went back to his place to cool off. Cooling off turned out to be sex. The kind of sex we were hoping to have on Friday. It started off like usual; kissing and his hands running all over my body. Him squeezing me, and biting at my neck, and then rubbing me to get me excited. Then he started to grab hold of my cunt, and smack it a few times, a little harder each time. Next thing I know, he was up and going to grab something from his dresser. He comes back with ankle cuffs. He proceeds to strap them on, and secure the locks, then goes to get the spreader bar from the closet. Attaches that, hands it to me and tells me to hold it. I hold on, and he goes back to the closet. Out comes the cane. I've only had the cane one other time, and it was merely a demonstration. This time, it was more...far more. Across my ass, all up and down the back of my legs. Sure, I cried out. That shit hurt, but...you know, the good kind of hurt. The kind that you want to stop, but the moment it does you wish it hadn't. I twisted my body on the bed, losing my grip of the bar, and Peter didn't miss a beat. He held the bar higher, and flicked the cane harder. Once he knew I was good and wet, he put the cane down, gave the bar back to me, and proceeded to fuck me. It was really hard, and felt so fucking good. I had to focus on not letting go of the bar which was quite difficult with clammy hands. God.....he felt incredible inside me, I seriously didn't want it to end. Then he decided to change it up. He wanted it in my ass. We have only done this once before, and he prepped me for it for a lengthy period of time so he wouldn't hurt me. Not much preperation was done this time, so after only a couple minutes of using my own lubrication, and spit, I couldn't take it. It hurt wayyyy too much, so I had to beg him to stop and get real lube. Peter is not a sadistic master. Even though he didn't want to stop, he didn't want to hurt me, so he obliged. Things went much smoother after that. He even used his hands on me during this time. When it was getting closer to the end, he told me to take off my glasses, because he wanted to cum on my face. Now, this was sort of exciting for me; I have NEVER had that done before. I know, crazy how a girl who loves sex as much as I do has never had that done. I guess I could have, I just never asked for it...not that I did this time, it's just with a Master, you do what he tells you to do. So I took off my glasses to be ready for him. When it was time, he pulled out, stood next to the bed, pushed back my hair (what a sweetheart), and covered my face. It. Was. EVERYWHERE. Haha, let me tell you....it was not nearly as bad as I thought it was going to be. I think he wanted to admire his work because he didn't move momentarily after he was done, then went to get a wash cloth to clean me up. He said he was going to get in the shower (yes, I'm still shackled to the spreader bar), and I asked him if I could get off. He said I had been good, and that it would be alright. I told him my wrists were hurting a bit, so he allowed me to use the toy I had there. Most devastating thing though? The wiring had somehow gotten all fucked up, so there was a short. Master tried to help me cum quick though by bringing the cane out again. First he held the bar up as he caned the back of my legs again, then put the bar down and started with the front, and inside of my thighs. I finally started to get close to my release, so he stayed on one spot of my thigh and just kept hitting harder, over, and over again. It was a pretty awesome toygasm; honestly, the cane helped. I was pretty beat up after that.

It was totally worth it. Master then unhooked the bar, and relieved me of the cuffs, then carried on with his shower. We both got ready, and went to go grab some lunch. It was difficult walking around after sex like that, but brought a grin to my face.

That night, we both had bachelor/bachelorette parties to go to, so we didn't end up making it to Hellbound (which we were really hoping to go to, but there will be others). I got back to his house probably an hour before he did, so I just hopped in the shower and went to bed. I half expected to be woken up when he got in to have sex, but he was just as exhausted as I was (if not more). His legs had been hurting from sex as well, and the bachelor party went to play lazer tag, so he was even more sore from that.

Sunday he let me sleep in a lot later than normal. Late enough where when we ate, it was obviously lunch time. We got some pizza, then went to go cool down in this room (where his air conditioner is). Cooling down turned into sex. It was good good sex. Now, for the record, I do squirt on occasion, usually it's not too much, sometimes it's a lot. Well, this time, I nearly hit him in the face (and he was kneeling in a prime sex position). He said it was like a geyser. I'm pretty sure I somehow managed to get it on the floor too because when I was coming back from the bathroom, I stepped on a small wet spot and saw little droplets all over the floor. Kinda impressed with myself on that one. We later went out to get some ice cream (Peter had been craving some), and then to find a few geocaches. When we came back, I was still all riled up. I didn't expect anything because I don't run our sex life; Master does. And Master wanted me to be pleased at that point, so he started to kiss me. It was very sweet. The kind of kissing that feels like a big, safe hug. So much love and passion, it was nice. He wasn't particularly in the mood when we started, but 5 minutes or so into the kissing, he got in the mood. We started to have sex, and when he realized it probably wasn't going to happen for him (which tends to happen when all we really do is fuck all weekend and you're out of fuel), he went to just pleasing me. Even when his room is cold, his mouth sends warm waves all over my body. That man is.....a man. I can't think of a better way to put it. We just relaxed, had some dinner, and then I had to go home.

Not sure what is up for this week yet. Still have to find out what his work schedule is. I just know Saturday (as long as he doesn't have to work), we're going to be watching the Regular Show marathon on Cartoon Network, and then going to my friend's birthday shindig. Ice luge, say what?

The road so far...

Things have been heating up lately it seems between Peter and I. We haven't really done too much involving him giving me orders, or him giving me a beating me very much. Very safe stuff really. The most we have really done is some paddling, lots of smacking with his hands (face, ass, tits), the Wartenberg wheel, cane, rope to tie my hands up behind my back, and once I asked my Master if he would use the flogger on me. He has used two paddles on me; one wooden, the other plastic. I grew fond of the plastic one. Not just because of how it felt as it hit my skin, but I was smitten by the sound it made when it met my skin. It was far more intoxicating than the dull thud the wooden one made.

The first time I was flogged (which was actually this past weekend), I would have figured Master to use the beginners one he had in his dresser to start me off slow. He knows for the most part, I have only had an interest in the BDSM lifestyle, but have never really had a chance to do very much, and that he would have to go easy on me when trying new things at first. We had been fooling around and fucking for a while already when I asked him to flog me. He grabbed the bigger, heavier flogger, knowing my pain threshold would already be heightened from how aroused I was. He was right, of course. The thud it made on my skin was far different from the wooden paddle; it had multiple soft thuds as each strand struck my back. My favorite spot that it hit was my spine. It didn't hurt really, it was almost comforting. After a good three minutes of flogging, I fell to the side. He tossed the flogger next to me, and brought my ass up to his cock and continued to fuck me. At some point, I accidentally knocked the flogger down the side of the bed, and then he flipped me over, and pushed himself on top of me. Master is the type to kiss me during sex, if I deserve it. I tend to like to nibble on his bottom lip when he does this, and he enjoys it. Only this time, I bit too hard. I apparently also bit a little too hard on his chest. He smacked me across the face, grabbed my chin, and told me not to bite so hard. I accidentally did again. I thought I would be struck again, but I wasn't. Not until after he was done with me. I was about to get up, but he went over to the dresser and grabbed the paddle. He corrected me for biting too hard, then told me to pick up the flogger I dropped then go clean myself up. I did as I was told, then came back to the bedroom.

Yesterday while at work, my Master and I were texting. He was asking to see how I was doing (I hadn't been feeling good earlier in the day). He was scheduled to work that night at 9pm, so he was trying to nap during the day. He said that he couldn't nap though, because every time he started to doze off, all he could think about was fucking me, and he would get all worked up. I asked him how he was fucking me when he thought about it. Master said he was thinking about having my hands tied and bound to his headboard, and my legs spread apart with his spreader bar. Before I had a chance to tell him how exciting he was making me, he ordered me to come over when I got out of work. I did as I was told. I actually drove as fast as I could so I could get there faster. When I got there, he was feeding his dog, then we started to make out like we do, and he pushed towards his bedroom. I ordered me to take my clothes off, and get on my knees. As my Master sat on the edge of his bed, cock in hand, I got on my knees and took him inside my mouth. One hand on the bed, the other on the side of my head, Master helped keep his cock in my mouth. Once he had had enough of my mouth, he pushed me back to see if my pussy was ready for him. With him giving me orders the way he does, of course I was ready for him, so he told me to get on my back on the bed. Master doesn't ease into me much these days, he forces his way in. It hurts sometimes, but I take it like a good slave should. Some days his size is more of a surprise and stretch for my cunt than others, but I always get used to it, and love every second he is inside.

Later we went for a walk, and discussed some additional slave things. If you didn't know this already, when you get into this sort of relationship, communication is key (and it's not just something you consider having....it is SERIOUSLY key). We talked about things I would do, and would never do as a slave. He reads this blog that is written by a slave (lovesexkink). She talks about day to day tasks she is required to do by her master and such, and then he started reading other sites and suggestions and stuff. He didn't get to read too much, but he brought up some very interesting stuff. We had joked before about him making me do something in public. The sort of thing that no one would really know we were playing, but we would know, and that sort of thing is extremely hot to me. Then he told me that once we get my collar, he said something about making me wear it all the time (except when I couldn't get away with it). Even wearing it to bed (wrapped around my ankle or something because on my neck, it could possibly get caught and choke me in the middle of the night). To a lot of people, this sort of dominance is not a turn on, it's disrespectful. I don't see it that way. Not because I am blinded by anything, but....I actually find this sort of thing to be a HUGE turn on. We talked about things I would absolutely NOT do in public. I couldn't really think of much, and he couldn't think of any examples (because he didn't get a chance to finish reading, but he plans to). I told him public humiliation is not something I would ever do. And also....there is a fine line between him playing master, and him being a chauvinistic dick for me. I explained to him that if he were to ever seriously order me to go in the kitchen and make him a sandwich, I would be pissed the fuck off. BUT....if, of my own accord, asked him if he was hungry and wanted me to make him a sandwich, that was ok. He understood the difference, so that was made clear. We talked a bit more, and that's when I started to feel the blisters forming on my feet. So we started to go back to his house. It was time for him to start getting ready for work anyway.

No toys were used, but I do have four new marks today. He likes to bite my legs, especially my calves. So, naturally, that's where two of them are. One is on my left calf (from him biting it). That one isn't very dark. The one on my left outer thigh is huge, dark, and beautiful (another from him biting). It is one of my favorites that he has ever given to me. Easily in the top 10. The other two are more hickey-like (one small one on my neck, the other larger and on my tit). Oddly enough, I'm not really a fan of hickeys. I find them trashy, and not sexy at all. Now the bruises that Master gives me, I find those incredibly sexy. Every time I hit one and get a twinge, I get turned on when I remember how I got it.

This morning around 10am, he sent me a text saying he was super horny again. I fussed about how I wish I wasn't at work, and he agreed. Saying he'd mess me up. Later I asked him what the blog was he had been reading. I had found one (slaveduties), and the sort of things she posts on her blog make me feel like a fraud of a slave. She is the sort of extreme case of a 24/7 slave. The kind that is fucked by her masters friends, and afterward be left on the floor, covered in cum, and unable to clean herself up without her masters blessings (even if that means over night). I joined the forums that she has on her site, hoping I might be able to find someone on there to talk to. After reading five or six of her entries, I was starting to think what Peter and I do isn't BDSM, but something completely different and "vanilla". At this point, I started to fear that if I didn't want to do the sort of extremes that she does, he might not be pleased, and wouldn't want to keep me as his slave. I thought I might not be enough for him. Panic started to flow in, so I told him my fear. Then he got back to me with the link to the one he had read (lovesexkink), and told me that he honestly didn't want to go too far or crazy with me, and that he was sure what we decide will suffice, and I would be a good little slave. After reading the entire first page of her entries, I calmed down. The lifestyle she and her master live is quite similar to mine and Peters. It was quite a relief. A couple hours later (still going between both blogs because even the extreme one had some really interesting things I would consider), I texted him to say I couldn't wait to see him. That I was so riled up, and I longed for him to demand sex from me, and give me a good beating. His response? "You are going to get a good beating on Friday dear. As for tomorrow, I'm going to want your cunt ASAP." I asked him what he wanted me to bring to wear on Friday. I already had a good idea what he would say, but I needed him to tell me; my new corset and shoes. A few hours later (well after getting home from work), I couldn't believe how hard up I still was, and how hard it was to fight taking care of myself. Master said if I did, I would get no beating on Friday. This is seriously a very difficult thing to do. Especially while trying to relive all of these things to write about them, it's making it more difficult. I know how my body works though. If I do take care of business, there is a SLIGHT chance I could be sore from it tomorrow. And if Master allows me to get off tomorrow, and I am too sore to cum, he will know I touched myself tonight, and I will be in for it. It's one thing to get a correction beating, it's another thing to be beaten for the love of it. I'm learning this.

I am by NO means an expert. Master and I are still learning a lot about each other. We still have a lot of things we want to try. I can't wait to try them all, but at the same time...easing into it all is the smart, and safe thing to do. Master and I will probably be going to one of the local fetish stores this weekend, and I hope to try out one of the electro play wands. I really want to see what it feels like before we invest the money into a good kit. But seriously, first........I need to get him to use that damn spreader bar on me! We keep talking about it, but it never comes out! I seriously want him to spread my legs with it, and tie my wrists to the bar, or to his headboard. Ahh....my desires......he will fulfill them when he deems me worthy I suppose.

I should go to bed before I get myself into trouble...


Play safe,
Kai

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