Not much longer.

The weekend looked like it was going to be a promising time for Peter and I to have some fun. And we did, just....not the kinky kind of fun I was hoping for.

He had to work Saturday morning, so I did a little bit of cleaning and relaxing from the work week I had to deal with. I was getting ready to get in the shower after I had finished cleaning when I got the idea to put my plug in, take a picture, and send it to Peter while he was at work. It was a bit of a struggle, but I managed to get it in after about five minutes of trying. I took a picture, but didn't send it to him. We were going out that night with some friends, and I thought it would be fun to secretly send him the picture while we were out to excite him for later. Not to mention I figured he would want to have sex when he got home, and the idea of getting sex twice sounded great to me. Just like I thought, he wanted sex when he got home from work. It felt so good too. He played with me a little; spanking my bottom with his hand, twisting my nipples, holding me down by my throat, giving my face a few smacks. He played with my clit and within seconds I was nearly on the verge of cumming when he stopped. He smacked me again and asked if I really wanted it. I cried out a "yes", and he eventually gave me what I was craving. I squirted everywhere, and a lot came out. Peter fucked me for a little while longer before he was about to explode. He pulled out and came all over my stomach, shooting up a little high and hitting my tits as well. He stuck his dick back inside of me to clean it off, but made me suck his fingers clean. He went to grab me a wash cloth to clean myself with so we could get ready to go out. We first went to a martini bar for a couple drinks before heading to the bowling alley. I had a delightful buzz going on before we even left the bar though (not really drinking as much or as often as I used to has made me a light weight), but I continued to drink while bowling. At one point I did send Peter the picture, and he enjoyed it very much. From what Peter told me the next day, that picture was also shared with the friends we went out with (drunk me apparently has no shame or sense of boundaries). I guess at one point I got the drunken cries so sex never ended up happening which was a let down, but I understand Peter's reasoning. Just as well; once I calmed down and was laying still for more than five seconds I was out like a light.

The next day I wasn't feeling well thanks to the lack of water I drank and the over-consumption of alcohol. I spent most of the morning praying to the porcelain gods, and in bed. Peter finally got me out of the house a little after noon, and we went to get some greasy food in my stomach (one of the few tricks I know that normally work for my hangovers). It helped a little, so we went off to do some shopping. We weren't able to go and do all the shopping we wanted because I just wasn't feeling up to it. My sickness carried over to Monday as well. Mostly just a little sick feeling, but nothing too terrible. I managed to still make it to the gym and not ralph everywhere, though somehow I pulled something in my ass. Don't ask how because I really have no idea. I didn't do anything out of my ordinary routine, so go figure. Peter had again planned on giving me what I had coming, but he didn't want to do it when I was injured.

I feel better today. No sick feelings. No pain in my ass cheek or back. I feel good. I have an existing ankle condition that causes it to be sore more often than not, and it's a bit sore today but not enough to make me not want to play. It has been too damn long due one of us not being well at some point, and I know we are both craving it. I need to be spanked, paddled, tied up, caned, choked, and dammit...I want it bad. I feel well, and I hope he is feeling well too. Maybe if we get a chance to play I can write about it as soon as possible with as much detail as I can muster to try and make up for the last couple of months for all you lovely pervs out there.

Why "Kai" as a pseudonym?

Honestly....I just liked the way it flowed with "tied up...". Sorry if you were expecting a more significant or profound answer.

Ask me anything!

Almost all moved in!

I know I'm very overdue for an update, but I've been a busy bee!

Work + moving + extra work + getting organized + taking care of Peter + family drama = very stressed, very busy Kai.

I ended up moving into Peter's house on the 4th. Just clothes and a few other things. I went back to get more from my parents house that Thursday (the 6th), and ended up coming back with more food than "stuff". I went back the following Thursday again to grab more stuff while Peter was at work. He's been sick the last week and a half, so between everything that was going on and trying to take care of him...things have been crazy. Unfortunately I don't have anything too kinky to write about since we have both been very busy. Peter and I spent most of our free time trying to get things in order at the house, including going to Ikea and getting a new shelf for the living room to display some of my collectibles, books, and DVDs. Towards the end of my first week being there he started to not feel so well. He finally went to the doctor to find out he had a sinus infection. When he wasn't home and I was, I spent most of that time cleaning and disinfecting everything in the house, and tried to have soup ready for him when he got home from work. Peter has been working extra hours at work which hasn't been helping him get better, but finally he's starting to feel better.

We've had sex almost ever day that I've been living there except for the nights when he really wasn't feeling well. Last night, he came into the living room and told me to get up and take my clothes off so we could go have sex. I have been incredibly sensitive lately, luckily the good kind of sensitive, so I feel everything really well. The last few times, I've had to ask him to go really slow because it was very overwhelming. But last night he made me squirt more than I have in a while. I got some distance with it too. Yes, I even hit myself in the face with it. It's all very hilarious to me, but we just kept going. When we were finished, he allowed me to clean up then made me sit on a towel where I made my mess and soak it up before I changed the sheets, and threw the wet ones in the washer. I had bent over at one point, and he cracked me so hard on the ass that he left a very distinct hand print on my right butt cheek. He said he couldn't wait until he was better (I had asked him over the weekend if when he gets better if we can play again, and he said yes). Master says he is going to tie me up, use some toys, and have fun with me. I can't wait! Hopefully he's feeling better by the weekend.

I'm not 100% moved in yet, but we're getting there. I'd say about 75%. I bought a new storage shelf on Sunday that I still have to assemble to put seldom used pots and pans on it so we can make some room in the kitchen to have room for canned food and the like.

I should get a move on now. I have some work to do before I head out for lunch.

May you survive 2011!

2010 was a big mess of a year. Bad things happening left and right, with a few glimmers of hope that would pop up once in a while. As a whole, it was not a great year. Meeting Peter was a great thing, yes, and I won't ever forget that. I am the type of person to see the silver lining in just about every crap situation, so I am not going to completely knock 2010. Just slight knock it.

2011 started off great. Peter and I went to Addy's house for a small NYE party. We were a little bummed that he had to work at 8am on new years day, but we weren't going to let that stop us from having a good time. Peter got a good buzz going on, and I stayed sober so that I could get us back to his house safely. I only had a half glass of champagne at midnight, and kissed Peter when the ball dropped. It was really fantastic. I am so happy and thankful that I got to start this new year off with him. While at the party, Peter would occasionally pinch my ass. Almost always in the same spot, and harder each time (including as we were waiting for the ball to drop). At one point, I was bending over to grab something and Addy smacked my ass. It felt as if she cracked it as hard as she could, but I didn't even flinch. When I asked if her if that's all she's got, she said she didn't think she would need to ever practice spanking someone that hard. Peter and I both said at the same time "you never know". It made me smile, and everyone else laugh. The only other person at the party who knew about the type of relationship Peter and I have was Bella, so I got that kick of "nobody knows" which I absolutely love.

I slept in until noon the next day, which was way later than I wanted to sleep. The only reason why I even got up at noon was because Peter called me on his lunch break to see if I was up. Clearly, he knows me well. I got up and started to get some work done on my laptop. Didn't get very far, and the next thing I know it's 3 o'clock. I wanted to be showered and ready to go do whatever when Peter got back from work at 4, so I stopped working and got in the shower. I had just finished getting ready, and sat down to start working again when Peter walked in the door. He had sent me a text message earlier saying he wanted to take a nap and snuggle when he got back because he was so exhausted. Once he was in the house, I walked to the bedroom and jumped in bed. We snuggled for a bit, then we were briefly interrupted by the sound of my dog tearing up an old comic book. Hopped back in bed, and Peter followed, spooning me. He began to nuzzle and kiss my neck. I eventually rolled to my back to kiss him properly, and then he stopped. He looked at me, and asked me to move in with him. After saying yes, we couldn't stop kissing each other. It was very cute and romantic and amazing. That led to some sexin' which was quite lovely. We couldn't stop smiling at each other, and it felt so good. That new lube really is quite amazing. I remembered what it was called finally. It is the Swiss Navy silicon lubricant. That stuff is awesome. Of course, it's the first silicon lubricant we've ever used, so there could be better, but I am completely satisfied with this stuff. It's not terrible in price either. We got the smallest bottle the store had just to try it, and I think it was only $8. Totally worth it when you don't have to stop mid session to re-lube (mind you, we typically only need it when I'm on my period or when I haven't been drinking enough water).

Sunday we went to visit a local museum and checked out the current exhibit. We got a membership, so we'll be going to do that a lot in the next year. I really wanted to get some work done, we we bought a frozen pizza to eat since I could eat it with a fork and not have to constantly wipe my hands before touching my keyboard. After dinner and getting some work done, we went to the bedroom to snuggle and have sex before I went back to my parents house. We started off kissing as we typically do, and he moved my hand to his cock. I asked him if he only wanted me to just hold it. He told me because I even asked, I now had to suck it. He was a little forceful, and it delighted me. I love swirling my tongue around his cock to please him. He grabbed my head and fucked my mouth a few times, forcing his cock deep down my throat and holding it for a few moments several times. He pulled my head up to kiss me and then moved on top of me. With the help of the lube, he slid in with ease. Peter fucked me for a while, and kept biting at my shoulder and neck. Everything felt so good, I just felt so relaxed as his teeth dug deeper into my skin. He told me to turn over so he could fuck me from behind. He loves being able to see my ass when he fucks me, and he makes a point to mention that every time he fucks me this way. He grabs it, and says things like "mmm...that ass". It might not sound hot to anyone else, but it turns me on knowing that he is swimming in pleasure from the sight. He smacked my ass a few times, and I tried to hoist myself up on my hands. He reached down and grabbed hold of my tits and just pinched and twisted away at my nipples. Then he reached for my shoulders and my neck, slapping my face a little asking if I liked what he was doing. He pushed my head down to the pillows and held me there with one arm across my shoulder blades and railed into me. Master goes so deep sometimes it makes my head spin. He pulled out and ordered me on my back again. When I didn't move fast enough, he smacked my ass. When I got on my back he pulled my legs up to his shoulders and began to nibble at my calves, then biting. I squirmed away a bit only to have him pull out, hold my ankles together, and proceed to spank me before forcing his cock back into my cunt. With one hand on my hip, and the other on my throat, he fucked me. Then he moved his hand over to my clit and began to rub. I was already so close I begged for permission, and he allowed. I squirted a little, and he went back to fucking me. Master gave me a few smacks to the face for not saying thank you right away. When he came, I felt it. It was almost a shock to the body, but it felt great. Master allowed me to clean myself up, then I came back to bed. We laid there for a few minutes before getting up. I prepared a salad for him to have on his lunch break the next day, and took care of some dishes before leaving.

The plan for the move now is tomorrow. Since my parents house isn't terribly far from his house, I'm just going to move in what I need right now to get by, and then probably this weekend we'll go and grab some more stuff. Peter has to work really early on Wednesday, so he'll be going to bed early on Tuesday. I told him if I still needed more time to pack things, that I could always do it Wednesday since he gets off work at 1, and doesn't have to work until 4pm on Thursday. I know he wants me to come out tomorrow, and I would like to as well, but I didn't do squat last night when I got back to my parents house (except tell them that he asked me to move in). On top of that, I'm still at work. I got off work at 4 o'clock, but decided to stay late to get work for my other job done. I knew if I went home I would have been distracted with drama and the TV, so I opted to stay here where it's quiet, and I could really focus. Which I have been doing, and I'm really close to being done. I still have laundry to do, then packing up all that laundry in tubs to take to his house. I hope I can go according to the plan, but I have a feeling my big move over there will have to wait until Wednesday. I just have too much work to get done on top of packing. I know what you're thinking. Why am I updating my blog when I should be working, right? I have a lot of down time when things are being processed that I can't do any more work until that is finished. That down time allows me to type a little here and there. To give you an estimate, I started this update at roughly 3pm today. It is nearly 10pm. Yeah.

Moving is a priority, but since I've already been paid a portion for the work I'm doing, it takes a slightly higher rank. Trying not to stress about it though. Everything will work out. I should head out. This one project is nearly complete, and once that is done I am heading home. I still have more work to do, but it can wait. I need sleep.

Hope everyone had an excellent start to 2011!!!