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?