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.

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!

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.