I apologize for the lack of an update. Not long after posting my entry last week, I left work from being in such physical pain that I could barely sit at my desk comfortably. The entire drive home, I was in excruciating pain (enough to bring me to tears). Took some tylenol when I got home, and I spent the rest of the day laying on a heating pad and watching TV. I couldn't get comfortable enough to take a nap, but I tried. When I finally got to sleep later that night around midnight, I was only asleep for an hour or so until I was rudely awoken by pain. If I were to rate my pain, earlier in the afternoon/evening it was easily an eight. The pain I woke up with was unmistakably a ten. I was crying, and literally called for my mommy. It was 1am, and my mom had to work the next day, so I asked my dad to drive me to the ER (even though my mom offered, I didn't want her to miss work because of me). I felt bad enough as it was seeing as my dad had also just gone to bed when I did. To make a long story short, a few expensive tests later I was told I had a kidney infection. I was unaware a little infection could put you in that much pain. I have never felt pain like that before, and I'd prefer not to ever again. When we left, the pharmacy wasn't open yet so we just went home, and I went to sleep (since the pain meds they put in my IV were still working). Only, I woke up a few hours later in a lot of pain again, so the hour wait for my prescription to be filled was pretty annoying. The next few days left me in a lot of pain still, and my fever and headache had not let up yet. I ended up taking the entire week off work, and needless to say....I didn't get a chance to see Peter. He didn't get paid until Friday, and was unable to make it to my house to see me until then. We went to dinner, then back to my place to pack some clothes for me for the weekend. We did attempt to have sex that night. It was quite painful for me though (enough to eventually bring me to tears at the end). But we pushed through because it had been so long since we even just saw each other. We tried again twice that weekend (once on Saturday, and again on Sunday). It was just really uncomfortable for me. I couldn't move much, and I couldn't find a really good comfortable position to just sit in. Sunday was better, but the condoms kept rubbing me the wrong way. Even with all the lube we used (and it was a lot), I still bled a bit. Peter said we needed to give my area a break for a few days. Conveniently enough (yet a bummer in general), our schedules clashed this week, and we wouldn't see each other until Friday. So that would give me plenty of time to heal.
I'm feeling a lot better finally. I can eat a little more, and I'm not really in pain...just a bit sore. A little happy accident that happened to Peter made it so he was on the side of town where I work today, so we got to have lunch together. I attempted to be brave and we got Thai for lunch, and my stomach responded well to the spice of the curry (which I was worried it would flip out). I've been eating mostly safe "comfort foods" lately to help keep my tummy happy, but it seems it's ok now.
Master and I should be back in regular action this weekend, or at least I hope so. I need to make a follow up appointment with the doctor this week, and then we'll be in the clear for fun! Again, sorry for the lack of super kinky reading that you're used to reading on here. My health is important though, and I needed to take care of myself. I look forward to writing next time!
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Tuesday, September 28, 2010
Monday, September 20, 2010
Bought a new toy. Not sure if I give it a thumbs up or not yet.
When I got to Master's house on Friday, I had to let myself in, and went to his room. I think the sound of his dog barking his fool head off, and me opening his bedroom door is what woke him up. He took a nap after getting home from work due to a relatively bad head ache. My sister was going out with a friend for dinner, so we decided to go to a restaurant by my parents house, then go hang out with her for her birthday. Master was getting ready to get in the shower when he gave me a little pat on the bottom, and I remembered how he said I was to be spanked whenever I came over. So I teased him about not doing it. I totally meant it to be cute because I knew he wasn't feeling good when I came over. He jumped in the shower, and I went to lounge on the couch and played a game on my phone while I waited. When he got out, he went to go get dressed. I stayed where I was, totally involved in trying to beat my high score, when he came back out and told me to get up, and bend over on the couch. I did so, and he went to town on my bottom, with the demand I tell him who was in charge. Once he was done, he didn't let me get up. He reached in his back pocket and pulled out the paddle "and this is for bringing your spankings up to me". Taught me my lesson for mocking him basically, and then we went to dinner.
Saturday was yet another busy day. Peter worked early, and my back was killing me. I spent most of the day laying in bed in odd positions (which were strangely comfortable). When he got back, he tried to take care of me the best he could. He also teased me a bit. Spanking me here and there, then said when we got home that night, he was going to tie me up and spank me. Of course that excited me very much, even though I was in a bit of pain (though with the motrin he gave to me, I was feeling a little better). Since my favorite toy is basically shot (the wire connection is all kinds of fucked up), we went to a local sex shop to get me a new one. I didn't find one like my beloved broken toy, but I found one that had quite a bit of power, and to top it off...it was on sale. Since we weren't going to be able to use it for a while, I had to try and calm myself while we were out. After we got back from dinner and the street fair/concert (which the cops shut the music down mid-set...ugh), we were both exhausted. We still had sex, and he still gave me plenty of bruises on my legs from biting me (one is somehow in the shape of a heart), but there was no tying up. He did allow me to use my new toy. I wasn't as pleased with it as I was hoping unfortunately. I'm hoping I just need to learn how to use it though. My previous toy was solely for clitoral stimulation, and my new one was meant for insertion (but the bullet inside was at the tip, so would likely be easily used for clitoral as well). I mean....I got of with it, but it didn't feel as epic as my other toy. When we laid down to sleep, I said thank you before falling asleep. He patted my bottom "good girl".
Peter let me sleep in on Sunday, and allowed for my dog to come in bed with me when he got up. Peter made us some breakfast, then we went to hunt down some geocaches before heading to bdubs with some of his friends for the football game. Peter wasn't only being entertained by the game, or jokes between friends. He was also having fun grabbing onto my legs and pushing on my bruises, making me squirm. The first time he did it caught me totally off guard, and I squealed a little. We decided to go back to his place to make dinner instead of getting food there, then back out for a couple more geocaches. When we got back, Master ordered me to bend over his bed for my spankings. I questioned him because I thought I was to get them only when I came over. Apparently I didn't understand quite right...he meant every day that I was there, I was to get a spanking each day. We started to get riled up, but we both felt like we needed showers from running through the woods searching. He went first, then I jumped in to get clean. When I walked into his bedroom, he had the paddle, Wartenberg wheel, flogger, and some rope laid out on the end of the bed. He kissed me, and had me sit on the bed and hold my arms out. He proceeded to tie my wrists together. He said I had been such a good girl that day, and ordered me on my knees. My orders were to lick his balls while he stroked himself, then he let me take his cock in my mouth. I had control of my movements for a short time before he held my head and fucked my mouth. Next he told me to get up and bend over. Master told me how good of a girl I was, and asked if I wanted a special treat. I said yes, and he started to roll the wheel up and down my back. Light at first, slowly putting more pressure as he went on. He spoke to me in this lovingly dominant tone...I really don't know how else to explain it. He told me how good I was, and asked if I was enjoying my treat. I cried out in pain many times, but a good kind of pain. It hurt so much that it felt good. I know to those who aren't familiar with this type of sexual activity this doesn't sound right, but believe me....it is completely right for me. After a few minutes, he stopped and ran his hands up and down my back, cooing sweetly to me how good I was, and proceeded to paddle me. Then went back to the wheel. At one point, it felt like he was nearly about to break skin and instinctively, I sort of dove forward. He stopped, rubbed my back again, and asked why I did that, grabbing onto my hips and pulling me back towards him, and paddled me for moving. Next Master grabbed the flogger and dragged it up and down my back. He asked if it felt good, and if I wanted it. So far in my time as his slave, flogging is one of my favorite things. It feels incredibly good. Master then taunted me with the tip of his cock, feeling how wet I was becoming, then said not yet. He went on to switching between the wheel, paddle, and flogger until I was literally dripping (yes....once we were done, he said I actually dripped onto the bed, and my ass was at least 12 inches in the air). Master told me how good of a slave I was, and asked me if I wanted his cock, and to ask nicely for it. I did, and I did as I was told. The sex was incredible. It hurt a bit at first, too. It always seems to hurt a little every time he initially goes in, but he was also hitting so hard, and so deep that I couldn't help but cry out from the pain. He had me with my face down, and my ass up for him to penetrate, and smacked it a few times. At one point, he pulled me up to grab my nipples and twist them really hard. I pulled away a bit, and he came out of me. Since he hadn't told me to move, he spanked me, flipped me over, and scolded me. I tried to kiss and nibble on his neck. I didn't ask permission though, so he held my neck down to gain control of me again. Then Master bit my neck. I took a couple smacks to the face for not saying thank you. He told me I should consider everything he does to me a gift, and I am to remember to say thank you for each gift he gives me. I eventually felt as if I was ready to cum, and I asked...no, I begged for permission to cum. Everything was feeling soo good, I just knew it wouldn't take much for me to explode. He said I had been so good, he would allow it. He leaned up to touch me, and within a few seconds I was squirting everywhere. Master kept on and let me cum twice, very generous of him. His grin just kept getting wider. Master said how he loved the noises that were coming out of my whore mouth. How I was his personal fuck toy, and I was being an excellent fuck toy. I twisted my wrists in the ropes to feel the pain from them cutting off the circulation as he pounded into me even harder and I cried out. I told him how much I loved his cock, and how I wanted him to fill me until he came hard. He untied my wrists before he moved, and allowed me to go clean up.
When I came back, we discussed the evening, and he asked what I liked. I explained to him how much I enjoyed it all, especially how he was speaking to me. Like I said before, the way things sound depends on how turned on I get. It's not just with the sound of certain types of paddles, or the thud of a flogger. It's also the tone of voice at certain times. His voice was sweet, and gentle. Even though his actions were painful on my part, they felt full of love and adoration. For as violent as the whole bdsm lifestyle seems, it can be quite sensual and loving. I act out as a slave when I crave the punishment. This was the first time I ever received a treat for being good (other than little spankings here and there), and I have to say....I have never been more turned on. Don't get me wrong, I'm sure I'll act out when I begin to desire a punishment, but last night was fantastic.
Unfortunately my back is killing me today. I don't believe it has anything to do with our sex last night. Master was careful, and didn't really hit the spot that hurts. I'm slightly worried I have kidney issues because of where the pain is, but it's probably just muscle pain. If it doesn't go away, I will be seeing a doctor (even though it will cost me an arm and a leg due to no insurance). I should get to eating my lunch now. Hope everyone had a lovely weekend!
Saturday was yet another busy day. Peter worked early, and my back was killing me. I spent most of the day laying in bed in odd positions (which were strangely comfortable). When he got back, he tried to take care of me the best he could. He also teased me a bit. Spanking me here and there, then said when we got home that night, he was going to tie me up and spank me. Of course that excited me very much, even though I was in a bit of pain (though with the motrin he gave to me, I was feeling a little better). Since my favorite toy is basically shot (the wire connection is all kinds of fucked up), we went to a local sex shop to get me a new one. I didn't find one like my beloved broken toy, but I found one that had quite a bit of power, and to top it off...it was on sale. Since we weren't going to be able to use it for a while, I had to try and calm myself while we were out. After we got back from dinner and the street fair/concert (which the cops shut the music down mid-set...ugh), we were both exhausted. We still had sex, and he still gave me plenty of bruises on my legs from biting me (one is somehow in the shape of a heart), but there was no tying up. He did allow me to use my new toy. I wasn't as pleased with it as I was hoping unfortunately. I'm hoping I just need to learn how to use it though. My previous toy was solely for clitoral stimulation, and my new one was meant for insertion (but the bullet inside was at the tip, so would likely be easily used for clitoral as well). I mean....I got of with it, but it didn't feel as epic as my other toy. When we laid down to sleep, I said thank you before falling asleep. He patted my bottom "good girl".
Peter let me sleep in on Sunday, and allowed for my dog to come in bed with me when he got up. Peter made us some breakfast, then we went to hunt down some geocaches before heading to bdubs with some of his friends for the football game. Peter wasn't only being entertained by the game, or jokes between friends. He was also having fun grabbing onto my legs and pushing on my bruises, making me squirm. The first time he did it caught me totally off guard, and I squealed a little. We decided to go back to his place to make dinner instead of getting food there, then back out for a couple more geocaches. When we got back, Master ordered me to bend over his bed for my spankings. I questioned him because I thought I was to get them only when I came over. Apparently I didn't understand quite right...he meant every day that I was there, I was to get a spanking each day. We started to get riled up, but we both felt like we needed showers from running through the woods searching. He went first, then I jumped in to get clean. When I walked into his bedroom, he had the paddle, Wartenberg wheel, flogger, and some rope laid out on the end of the bed. He kissed me, and had me sit on the bed and hold my arms out. He proceeded to tie my wrists together. He said I had been such a good girl that day, and ordered me on my knees. My orders were to lick his balls while he stroked himself, then he let me take his cock in my mouth. I had control of my movements for a short time before he held my head and fucked my mouth. Next he told me to get up and bend over. Master told me how good of a girl I was, and asked if I wanted a special treat. I said yes, and he started to roll the wheel up and down my back. Light at first, slowly putting more pressure as he went on. He spoke to me in this lovingly dominant tone...I really don't know how else to explain it. He told me how good I was, and asked if I was enjoying my treat. I cried out in pain many times, but a good kind of pain. It hurt so much that it felt good. I know to those who aren't familiar with this type of sexual activity this doesn't sound right, but believe me....it is completely right for me. After a few minutes, he stopped and ran his hands up and down my back, cooing sweetly to me how good I was, and proceeded to paddle me. Then went back to the wheel. At one point, it felt like he was nearly about to break skin and instinctively, I sort of dove forward. He stopped, rubbed my back again, and asked why I did that, grabbing onto my hips and pulling me back towards him, and paddled me for moving. Next Master grabbed the flogger and dragged it up and down my back. He asked if it felt good, and if I wanted it. So far in my time as his slave, flogging is one of my favorite things. It feels incredibly good. Master then taunted me with the tip of his cock, feeling how wet I was becoming, then said not yet. He went on to switching between the wheel, paddle, and flogger until I was literally dripping (yes....once we were done, he said I actually dripped onto the bed, and my ass was at least 12 inches in the air). Master told me how good of a slave I was, and asked me if I wanted his cock, and to ask nicely for it. I did, and I did as I was told. The sex was incredible. It hurt a bit at first, too. It always seems to hurt a little every time he initially goes in, but he was also hitting so hard, and so deep that I couldn't help but cry out from the pain. He had me with my face down, and my ass up for him to penetrate, and smacked it a few times. At one point, he pulled me up to grab my nipples and twist them really hard. I pulled away a bit, and he came out of me. Since he hadn't told me to move, he spanked me, flipped me over, and scolded me. I tried to kiss and nibble on his neck. I didn't ask permission though, so he held my neck down to gain control of me again. Then Master bit my neck. I took a couple smacks to the face for not saying thank you. He told me I should consider everything he does to me a gift, and I am to remember to say thank you for each gift he gives me. I eventually felt as if I was ready to cum, and I asked...no, I begged for permission to cum. Everything was feeling soo good, I just knew it wouldn't take much for me to explode. He said I had been so good, he would allow it. He leaned up to touch me, and within a few seconds I was squirting everywhere. Master kept on and let me cum twice, very generous of him. His grin just kept getting wider. Master said how he loved the noises that were coming out of my whore mouth. How I was his personal fuck toy, and I was being an excellent fuck toy. I twisted my wrists in the ropes to feel the pain from them cutting off the circulation as he pounded into me even harder and I cried out. I told him how much I loved his cock, and how I wanted him to fill me until he came hard. He untied my wrists before he moved, and allowed me to go clean up.
When I came back, we discussed the evening, and he asked what I liked. I explained to him how much I enjoyed it all, especially how he was speaking to me. Like I said before, the way things sound depends on how turned on I get. It's not just with the sound of certain types of paddles, or the thud of a flogger. It's also the tone of voice at certain times. His voice was sweet, and gentle. Even though his actions were painful on my part, they felt full of love and adoration. For as violent as the whole bdsm lifestyle seems, it can be quite sensual and loving. I act out as a slave when I crave the punishment. This was the first time I ever received a treat for being good (other than little spankings here and there), and I have to say....I have never been more turned on. Don't get me wrong, I'm sure I'll act out when I begin to desire a punishment, but last night was fantastic.
Unfortunately my back is killing me today. I don't believe it has anything to do with our sex last night. Master was careful, and didn't really hit the spot that hurts. I'm slightly worried I have kidney issues because of where the pain is, but it's probably just muscle pain. If it doesn't go away, I will be seeing a doctor (even though it will cost me an arm and a leg due to no insurance). I should get to eating my lunch now. Hope everyone had a lovely weekend!
Friday, September 17, 2010
An update before the weekend?
Yesterday was pretty fun! I got to Peter's house and we sat around while he finished feeding his animals, and telling me about his day at work. Then he asked me to join him to snuggle in bed. After talking for a while, things started to get a little fun. I was feeling a little feisty, so I pushed Master's buttons. Taunting him when he said he would do something, and I would come back with "who says?". So he got into a very in control mood, and had his way with me. Holding me down with his bare hands, first around my neck, then my wrists (I'm very surprised they didn't bruise from how hard he was squeezing). He kept demanding I say who was in charge. I didn't break easily. He made me beg for him. And use my manners. I would mock him and say "pretty please" in a sarcastic tone. It only made him force himself on me more, and spank my ass hard enough that it echoed to show me who was in charge. Finally, I gave in a little when he grabbed hold of my hair and told me to say his name (he demanded this a few times and it took a couple tugs on my hair for me to call him Master). He almost wasn't going to let me have my orgasm, but he did. Only I had to do it myself. He wouldn't do it for me. After he was finished, he had me clean up. When I came back I sat on the bed. He had this look on his face like he wasn't done. He asked if I knew who was in charge now. I giggled no, and he bent me over and gave me several hard cracks on the same cheek, and wouldn't switch. He demanded I tell him who was in charge. For some reason, I had caught the giggles, so I was giggling uncontrollably while he spanked me, finally caving and giving him what he wanted. Of course, he didn't stop right away....took him a few more cracks before he sat back. He told me to come sit by him. Then told me from now on, when I come over I will be spanked. I am to go right to his room (after I kiss him of course), bend over on his bed, and wait for him. Not gonna lie, kind of excited for this. We then decided to go to Best Buy, then the store to get something to make for dinner. I was going to put my panties on, but Master was still feeling very in control, so he said I couldn't wear them. So I had to go out without my panties on. In a dress. It was a little windy out, too. Yeah, that was fun. I joked with him as we were leaving if I was going to have to ask him to put my cardigan and rain boots on as well, and he said yes (and for the future, if he happens to be in a controlling mood, I'll have to do it then as well). It wasn't until we were on our way back to his place when I realized how much I actually liked him having control over simple things like if I'm allowed to wear certain articles of clothing, or if I can do things or not. It somehow turned me on even more (and I wasn't sure if that was even possible). When we got back, Master started to pull out the pizza pan for dinner while I unloaded my bag. He had me put my juice in the fridge, and go put my panties back on. When I did that, I had noticed how wet the whole experience had made me, and told him about it. He checked, and started to touch me. I asked if I could cum, and he kept denying me. He made me beg for it, yet again, before I could. After that, I went to help him in the kitchen. He told me to bend over where I stood, then proceeded to spank me with the pizza pan before having me grab the pizza from the freezer. We stood in the kitchen for a while and made kissy faces, just loving the company of the other. Snuggling last night was so nice. It was kind of chilly in his house, and Peter wrapped himself around me all night.
Peter did something totally unfair this morning. He had to get up for work really early this morning, so while I was still in bed asleep, he comes in completely naked and lays in bed with me. He was really cold, so I lifted up my shirt, and wrapped myself around him. I was really warm, so he was loving it (and I think I got him back for coming to bed totally naked when he really had to get dressed and leave for work). He told me I was to drink a big glass of my juice when I got up, and that he reset the alarm for me. He left, and I snuggled under the blankets with his dog for a couple more hours. Didn't really get back to sleep completely, but I got a little more rest. Woke up with a headache, drank my juice (and even poured more to take to work), and here I am. This weekend should be good. Today is my sister's birthday, and we might be going to hang out with her and my family. He works early tomorrow, so we won't be able to stay out too late. Saturday night we'll be going to a concert at a local street fair that I'm REALLY excited about. Sunday we might go to said street fair, but we're not sure yet.
I should wonder off and get back to work (there's only so much I can do right now, so I had some time to type). I have a bunch of tasks to do for a big project. It's not due for a while, but I just like to be ahead of the game.
Peter did something totally unfair this morning. He had to get up for work really early this morning, so while I was still in bed asleep, he comes in completely naked and lays in bed with me. He was really cold, so I lifted up my shirt, and wrapped myself around him. I was really warm, so he was loving it (and I think I got him back for coming to bed totally naked when he really had to get dressed and leave for work). He told me I was to drink a big glass of my juice when I got up, and that he reset the alarm for me. He left, and I snuggled under the blankets with his dog for a couple more hours. Didn't really get back to sleep completely, but I got a little more rest. Woke up with a headache, drank my juice (and even poured more to take to work), and here I am. This weekend should be good. Today is my sister's birthday, and we might be going to hang out with her and my family. He works early tomorrow, so we won't be able to stay out too late. Saturday night we'll be going to a concert at a local street fair that I'm REALLY excited about. Sunday we might go to said street fair, but we're not sure yet.
I should wonder off and get back to work (there's only so much I can do right now, so I had some time to type). I have a bunch of tasks to do for a big project. It's not due for a while, but I just like to be ahead of the game.
Monday, September 13, 2010
A great weekend for sex.
Wow! What a weekend. It all revolves around two friends of ours who had their wedding this weekend. But to properly tell the story without confusion, I have to give a little history. Let me start by explaining how Peter and I met.
We first started talking online (yes, one of those internet dating sites). He sent me a message on I think it was a Thursday, saying he believed he saw me at the local comic book convention the previous month, and I sent him one back either later that day or the next (it was possible that he saw me there). I didn't normally have a chance to check my messages over the weekend, and that didn't change for this one. I had a fairly packed weekend, including going to my friend Lyn's wedding shower on Sunday (my sister was one of the bridesmaids). After the shower was over with, we stuck around and talked to Lyn while she waited for her hubby-to-be and his friends to come pick up all the gifts and load them in the cars. When they walked in, I noticed one of the guys looked very familiar, and asked Lyn what his name was (I already knew his name from his message, and I was positive it was him, I just wanted to get the low-down on him if she knew). She knew him, and said he was really nice and that I should go talk to him. I started to walk up to him as my sister and I were leaving, gave him the whole raised eyebrow/point/smile, and he returned it with a point/look of surprise/smile. We talked very briefly because I noticed my sister was no longer behind me, so I had to run. Turns out, he was part of the bridal party as well (him and Thom, the groom, go back). Basically, it went from there to where we are now.
This past Thursday was the rehearsal dinner for their wedding. I started to not feel good on the way out to the ceremony site, and it kept coming and going (but not completely away). I got some aspirin from Lyn at dinner, then when Peter and I got back to his house, he took care of me. My headache had finally gone away by midnight, and we weren't all that tired yet. So....we do what we always do when we're not quite ready to go to bed. We had sex. It was incredibly passionate. The kind where all you do after is just hold each other. You don't even move once the deed is done, you just.....calm your breathing, hold and kiss each other. Very sweet, and....different. Peter noticed it too. He even mentioned something about it. How it felt different, but a good kind of different. He kept smiling and telling me how much he loved me, and how beautiful I was. We talked about it for a good 20 minutes post coitus, then snuggled up and went to sleep.
Friday I left work a few minutes early to get to Peter's house as soon as I could. Lyn and Thom's wedding was the next day, and I still needed shoes and a necklace. The place I had to go to for my shoes is not only right by his house, but it's only open until 6pm, so we had to book it over there. I got a pair of shoes, though they weren't the ones I wanted, Master approved of them. Peter wanted to take me out to dinner at this cute little vegan/vegetarian restaurant that I had been raving about to him for a while now, so we went out there. He absolutely loved it, which was good since I do too. After we had our delicious dinners, we walked over to the kink shop that was in that little downtown area to get the necklace I had my eye on. It was a six row rhinestone choker. I knew it would work perfect with the dress Master picked out for me to wear. When we got back, I told him I would try on my shoes and choker. When he came into his room....that is all I was wearing. He bent me over his bed and smacked my ass several times before fucking me. He was hitting it so hard and deep, my knew heels put me at the perfect height for this to happen. He told me to get on my back, and I asked him, no, begged him for my release. He didn't know if I had earned it, so I had to tell him why I deserved it. I told him how earlier in the day I had touched myself, but wouldn't let myself cum...and that I did it for him. He immediately stopped fucking me, held my ankles, and smacked the hell out of my ass, then went back to fucking me. Holding me down, and demanded I beg more and tell him how much I love his cock. I did just that. Eventually he let me make myself cum while he continued to fuck me, and when I did....Ok, I know I squirt, I feel it. This time....I saw it. Another geyser, and it went high enough to get all over my tits. Somehow I not only came again immediately following that orgasm, I also squirted for the second time. This excited and pleased my master so much, he flipped me back over, pushed my face down into the mess I made on his bed, fucked the hell out of me. He pulled out so he could cum all over my ass, and told me I could go clean myself up. Sleep that night was good, enough though he had to put his back up sheets on (which are like sandpaper compared to his normal ones) and we had no comforter.
Saturday I had to drop him off at Lyn and Thom's house (where there guys were getting ready), then I went back to my parents house to get ready. The wedding itself was beautiful. The reception was a blast. Peter and I had our fair share of inappropriate moments in the photo booth. Master had to drive us back to his house, I was three-sheets to the wind, and in absolutely no condition to even say the word "drive". He had a little fun with me on the way (it was a good 45 minute drive back). On the freeway, he had me take my breasts out and rub, pinch, and twist my nipples when he said to. Then touch myself until right before I was going to cum, and stop. Then the moment I calmed, he had me start again and do the same thing. By now, I'm all ready to go, and yet he tells me to cover myself back up, and wait patiently until we were back. I was to take off my panties before entering the house, go to his bedroom, take off the rest of my clothes, and kneel on the floor with my hands behind my back. Now, when I'm intoxicated, Master has rules about not playing too hard because my pain threshold is different, so everything was pretty light. I get very talkative when I get drunk, so I started saying things to him to get him all riled up more. A lot of stuff went down, and I didn't remember most until the next day. Some things that were involved include ass play, and a lot of it. Followed by me being forced on my knees for my Master to cum on my face. I was ordered to crawl to the bathroom to clean myself up, and wash my face. As I slowly made my way to the door (eyes closed because well....I couldn't really open them), Master pushed his finger in my ass to get me moving quicker a few times. I will say this right now: false eyelashes do not hold up well when covered in cum. Haha. When I came back, I begged to be able to cum. He said I could, but I had to do it myself. I was having the hardest time holding the feeling to orgasm. I started to say thing to get him riled up enough so that maybe he would take over. I need to make this clear: When I'm in a relationship, I keep it monogamous. I do not like to share, nor do I like to be shared. I have been with a girl in the past, and I am not a fan, therefor a three-some is out of the question. That being said....talking about it during sex can be fun. I have done it in the past, but unfortunately the boy would always think I was serious (even though I told him it wasn't going to happen). Master is very aware of my feelings on this, and understands. He doesn't want to share me either, but the thought of it is quite a turn on for us both. I talked about him doing all the things we actually want to do. Eventually, instead of him taking over, he was ready for round two. I clean up from that, at he orders me to cum. I ask to use my toy, he allows me. I still have the broken one (dammit all to hell, I need a new one), but I try anyway. It takes forever, and once he started threatening to not let me because I was taking so long, I finally did. Apparently I got too greedy though because I wanted more, and Master said no. When I didn't listen, I got my punishment. Master got out the cane, whipped my thighs and tapped on my hand until I stopped (which was quick).
Sunday we had to drop off his tux at the mall, and while we were there we stopped in Victoria's Secret. I haven't bought a bra from there in years (and I've only ever owned one bra from there), hell...I haven't shopped there period in years. I was in desperate need of a new bra, and I found one that fit. Master approved of the color (hot pink), and helped me pick out three pairs of underwear: spiderwebs with red lace, black with white polka dots and white lace, and white with black polka dots and black lace (they were all cheeky panties). When we got back, I showered and then tried everything on for him. I had just the bra and black panties on when he told me to climb on top of him. When we had sex, I only had the bra on. I actually liked it that way. I have never felt sexier in just a bra than I did then. Somehow, that bra made me feel hot (Peter saying how sexy I was as he grabbed hold of my hips as I rocked against him probably had something to do with it too). I seriously love that man.
Peter is cooking me dinner tomorrow night. Not sure what yet, but I'm really excited! I'm going to try and update this a little more often so that there aren't these huge weekly entries (unless that is more convenient for anyone who reads this). I'll see what I can do.
Anyway, I should get going. I have a few things to do before I head to bed for the night.
We first started talking online (yes, one of those internet dating sites). He sent me a message on I think it was a Thursday, saying he believed he saw me at the local comic book convention the previous month, and I sent him one back either later that day or the next (it was possible that he saw me there). I didn't normally have a chance to check my messages over the weekend, and that didn't change for this one. I had a fairly packed weekend, including going to my friend Lyn's wedding shower on Sunday (my sister was one of the bridesmaids). After the shower was over with, we stuck around and talked to Lyn while she waited for her hubby-to-be and his friends to come pick up all the gifts and load them in the cars. When they walked in, I noticed one of the guys looked very familiar, and asked Lyn what his name was (I already knew his name from his message, and I was positive it was him, I just wanted to get the low-down on him if she knew). She knew him, and said he was really nice and that I should go talk to him. I started to walk up to him as my sister and I were leaving, gave him the whole raised eyebrow/point/smile, and he returned it with a point/look of surprise/smile. We talked very briefly because I noticed my sister was no longer behind me, so I had to run. Turns out, he was part of the bridal party as well (him and Thom, the groom, go back). Basically, it went from there to where we are now.
This past Thursday was the rehearsal dinner for their wedding. I started to not feel good on the way out to the ceremony site, and it kept coming and going (but not completely away). I got some aspirin from Lyn at dinner, then when Peter and I got back to his house, he took care of me. My headache had finally gone away by midnight, and we weren't all that tired yet. So....we do what we always do when we're not quite ready to go to bed. We had sex. It was incredibly passionate. The kind where all you do after is just hold each other. You don't even move once the deed is done, you just.....calm your breathing, hold and kiss each other. Very sweet, and....different. Peter noticed it too. He even mentioned something about it. How it felt different, but a good kind of different. He kept smiling and telling me how much he loved me, and how beautiful I was. We talked about it for a good 20 minutes post coitus, then snuggled up and went to sleep.
Friday I left work a few minutes early to get to Peter's house as soon as I could. Lyn and Thom's wedding was the next day, and I still needed shoes and a necklace. The place I had to go to for my shoes is not only right by his house, but it's only open until 6pm, so we had to book it over there. I got a pair of shoes, though they weren't the ones I wanted, Master approved of them. Peter wanted to take me out to dinner at this cute little vegan/vegetarian restaurant that I had been raving about to him for a while now, so we went out there. He absolutely loved it, which was good since I do too. After we had our delicious dinners, we walked over to the kink shop that was in that little downtown area to get the necklace I had my eye on. It was a six row rhinestone choker. I knew it would work perfect with the dress Master picked out for me to wear. When we got back, I told him I would try on my shoes and choker. When he came into his room....that is all I was wearing. He bent me over his bed and smacked my ass several times before fucking me. He was hitting it so hard and deep, my knew heels put me at the perfect height for this to happen. He told me to get on my back, and I asked him, no, begged him for my release. He didn't know if I had earned it, so I had to tell him why I deserved it. I told him how earlier in the day I had touched myself, but wouldn't let myself cum...and that I did it for him. He immediately stopped fucking me, held my ankles, and smacked the hell out of my ass, then went back to fucking me. Holding me down, and demanded I beg more and tell him how much I love his cock. I did just that. Eventually he let me make myself cum while he continued to fuck me, and when I did....Ok, I know I squirt, I feel it. This time....I saw it. Another geyser, and it went high enough to get all over my tits. Somehow I not only came again immediately following that orgasm, I also squirted for the second time. This excited and pleased my master so much, he flipped me back over, pushed my face down into the mess I made on his bed, fucked the hell out of me. He pulled out so he could cum all over my ass, and told me I could go clean myself up. Sleep that night was good, enough though he had to put his back up sheets on (which are like sandpaper compared to his normal ones) and we had no comforter.
Saturday I had to drop him off at Lyn and Thom's house (where there guys were getting ready), then I went back to my parents house to get ready. The wedding itself was beautiful. The reception was a blast. Peter and I had our fair share of inappropriate moments in the photo booth. Master had to drive us back to his house, I was three-sheets to the wind, and in absolutely no condition to even say the word "drive". He had a little fun with me on the way (it was a good 45 minute drive back). On the freeway, he had me take my breasts out and rub, pinch, and twist my nipples when he said to. Then touch myself until right before I was going to cum, and stop. Then the moment I calmed, he had me start again and do the same thing. By now, I'm all ready to go, and yet he tells me to cover myself back up, and wait patiently until we were back. I was to take off my panties before entering the house, go to his bedroom, take off the rest of my clothes, and kneel on the floor with my hands behind my back. Now, when I'm intoxicated, Master has rules about not playing too hard because my pain threshold is different, so everything was pretty light. I get very talkative when I get drunk, so I started saying things to him to get him all riled up more. A lot of stuff went down, and I didn't remember most until the next day. Some things that were involved include ass play, and a lot of it. Followed by me being forced on my knees for my Master to cum on my face. I was ordered to crawl to the bathroom to clean myself up, and wash my face. As I slowly made my way to the door (eyes closed because well....I couldn't really open them), Master pushed his finger in my ass to get me moving quicker a few times. I will say this right now: false eyelashes do not hold up well when covered in cum. Haha. When I came back, I begged to be able to cum. He said I could, but I had to do it myself. I was having the hardest time holding the feeling to orgasm. I started to say thing to get him riled up enough so that maybe he would take over. I need to make this clear: When I'm in a relationship, I keep it monogamous. I do not like to share, nor do I like to be shared. I have been with a girl in the past, and I am not a fan, therefor a three-some is out of the question. That being said....talking about it during sex can be fun. I have done it in the past, but unfortunately the boy would always think I was serious (even though I told him it wasn't going to happen). Master is very aware of my feelings on this, and understands. He doesn't want to share me either, but the thought of it is quite a turn on for us both. I talked about him doing all the things we actually want to do. Eventually, instead of him taking over, he was ready for round two. I clean up from that, at he orders me to cum. I ask to use my toy, he allows me. I still have the broken one (dammit all to hell, I need a new one), but I try anyway. It takes forever, and once he started threatening to not let me because I was taking so long, I finally did. Apparently I got too greedy though because I wanted more, and Master said no. When I didn't listen, I got my punishment. Master got out the cane, whipped my thighs and tapped on my hand until I stopped (which was quick).
Sunday we had to drop off his tux at the mall, and while we were there we stopped in Victoria's Secret. I haven't bought a bra from there in years (and I've only ever owned one bra from there), hell...I haven't shopped there period in years. I was in desperate need of a new bra, and I found one that fit. Master approved of the color (hot pink), and helped me pick out three pairs of underwear: spiderwebs with red lace, black with white polka dots and white lace, and white with black polka dots and black lace (they were all cheeky panties). When we got back, I showered and then tried everything on for him. I had just the bra and black panties on when he told me to climb on top of him. When we had sex, I only had the bra on. I actually liked it that way. I have never felt sexier in just a bra than I did then. Somehow, that bra made me feel hot (Peter saying how sexy I was as he grabbed hold of my hips as I rocked against him probably had something to do with it too). I seriously love that man.
Peter is cooking me dinner tomorrow night. Not sure what yet, but I'm really excited! I'm going to try and update this a little more often so that there aren't these huge weekly entries (unless that is more convenient for anyone who reads this). I'll see what I can do.
Anyway, I should get going. I have a few things to do before I head to bed for the night.
Monday, September 6, 2010
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