Preparing myself for him.

When you live in the Mitten, you must prepare yourself to deal with sinus issues. I've been having pretty severe sinus pressure the last few days. Claritin normally takes excellent care of it, but recently it hasn't been doing much of anything. Peter has been aware of the pain I'm in, so he sent a text to check and see how I was doing. I was feeling better than I was earlier in the day, so he told me to prepare myself for him when he got home. He requested I wear my blue and black corset with my silver boots, and at 8 o'clock I was to put my plug in. I was a bit nervous to say the least. It had been a while since I last had anything in my bum, and I wasn't sure how excited I was to do that again. To be completely honest, the whole idea of it is hotter in theory than in the actual act of it. I'm not saying I don't enjoy it, it's just not my favorite. Anyway....

I hopped in the shower around 7 and began getting ready for him. I put on the corset, but had the damnedest time reaching all of the hooks. I hate it when that happens, but I did the best I could (getting all the bottom ones, most of the middle, and part of the top). I got the lube and my plug out once I had the corset and boots on and started to lube it up. It took a bit of trying to relax to get it in. Probably took a good five minutes at least to get it in. Once it was in, I didn't really want to get up and chance it shooting out, so I basically stayed on the bed, legs up in the air, and waited for Peter to get home. When he walked in the bedroom, he was only in his boxers. He looked at my presentation, and admired it. Commenting on how great it looked. He asked me to roll over on the bed. He went over to the suitcase where we keep all of our toys, and grabbed the plastic paddle. He began lightly swatting my bottom, and part of my legs which stung a bit. Harder and harder...he worked up to more forceful blows until my ass was red and burning to the touch. Peter grazed his hands across my skin, and took a few swats with his bare hands to feel it grow hotter with each blow. He asked me if I wanted more. If I deserved more. I begged him for more, and told him I deserved it. I had been a good girl. I just wanted it so bad. I was not expecting what he did next, but I was pleasantly surprised. He began running the pinwheel up and down my inner thigh, so close to my pussy. Teasing me. Taunting me. Pushing harder. He grabbed the can and ran it across my skin. The first crack he took didn't sting much, but it was not light by any means. One after another, he whipped the can in strategic places. A few minutes in, he stopped to admire his work again and commented on how it was a work of art (I wasn't entirely sure what he meant by that until I saw the marks later). Peter gave my ass a few more crack with the cane before having me stand up. He kissed my neck and grabbed my hair, pulling me to the ground to suck his cock. After a few moments, he told me it was time to take out my plug. He lubed his cock up and told me to bend over on the bed. He slid slowly into my ass, making sure I was fully prepared for him before pushing himself deep. He fucked me for a while...telling me how such a good little slut I was being. He brushed his hands against my ass as it bounced against his hips with each thrust, admiring his work yet again. Sir loved how good I had been for him, and allowed me to cum. He let me use my toy, pulled out, and watched me pleasure myself with my ass in the air. He pushed in as I was nearing another orgasm and continued to fuck me. Sir asked if I wanted his cum in my ass and I begged him for it. He then stopped, and said no. He told me we would clean up, then he would fuck my cunt. He told me to come sit by him when I got back into the bedroom. I kneeled next to him and he kissed me before telling me to lie on my back. When his cock entered my cunt, it felt fantastic. He told me how good of a slut I was being for letting him fuck all three of my holes, and he would reward me with his cum.

After cleaning up, I took a look at the work he had done. It sort of looked like he used the cane in a circular motion, making the marks look sort of look like rays of sunshine. I forgot to take a picture last night, so this is a next day picture.

Bruising has already started to happen, so that is nice, but you can still see some of the red marks from the cane. To my surprise, there was no stinging sensation last night after the fact while we went about our evening. My skin must finally be getting used to it (although the right side seems a bit more sensitive to the blows).

Next Saturday is my 25th birthday. Peter managed to get the afternoon off from work. He'll still have to work most of the day, but he'll be able to do things with me for my birthday. I plan to go out for sushi with Peter, some close friends, and my family. I'm not terribly excited about my birthday in general (just some personal issues), but I'm doing my best to stay positive that it is going to be fun.

I should get going. Peter will be home in an hour and I still need to take a shower and feed the animals.

Bruised tits.

A lot of people joke about it, but never really go through with it. What am I talking about? Steak and a blow job day. Men say Valentine's Day is for the women, so a day was "created" exactly one month from V-day for the guys to "get theirs". I'm actually not one of those girls who really celebrates V-day, and Peter knew that. But because it was our first V-day together, he still wanted to do something nice so he bought me a little box of chocolates and us matching Scott Pilgrim coffee mugs. I thought it was sweet and incredibly thoughtful, but felt like an ass because I didn't get him anything. Yes, we never said we were doing anything but....he was thoughtful, and I felt twatty. Anyway....flash forward to March 14th. He had to work 4pm to midnight, so he didn't get his steak, but he did request his blow job when he got home. He told me to put on sexy panties and some makeup....more specifically, red lipstick. I did as I was told, and was ready for him once he got home. He sat on the edge of the bed and told me to kneel for him. I started to lick the tip of his cock slowly, making him grow hard very quickly. The moment I started to take him in my mouth, lipstick started to come off on the side of his dick. I took him in deeper and deeper, finally taking every inch of him in that I could and closing my lips around his shaft, leaving a red ring very close to the base of his cock. Peter was loving every minute of it, which was great for the first 45 minutes. I really do enjoy giving him pleasure by tracing the length of his cock with my tongue and wrapping the curve of my lips around it. It makes him moan and gets me wet. Even if it's not physical pleasure for me, I still feel great knowing I'm making his day. But 45 minutes plus my previous jaw issues make things rough sometimes. After the first 45 minutes, I started to use my hands a bit. Then we switched so he stroked himself while I licked and massaged his balls. When he was close to cumming, I he allowed me to lick the tip of his cock while he stroked. When he was ready to cum, I took him in my mouth to swallow all of his juices.

Peter has been battling a horrible sinus infection the last few weeks, so we haven't really done too much since then. He finally has been feeling better this week, and we had sex last night. I was feeling extra horny and extra naughty, but I wasn't sure how he was feeling. He originally just wanted me to suck him off, but I told him I wanted sex. When he told me I could cum, I was having difficulty. Haven't not been rough in quite some time, it made it hard for me to really get there in my head. He was holding onto my tits as he fucked me and I rubbed my clit, and I begged him to smack my tits. And boy, did he smack them. I came fairly quickly once he started doing that, and he followed me. I didn't realize how hard he was hitting them until we were done and he said my chest was red. He wasn't joking. My tits are incredibly bruised, but I barely felt the force he was giving me. I was just so into it and....fuck, I crave a beating right now. A long, drawn out beating.....one that starts with him tying me up to myself and then to the bed...tapping my back, ass, legs, tummy....everything with the cane. Yeah, I think saying I'm aroused right now would be a mild understatement. I'll see if Peter would be alright with me posting a picture of my bruised tits and get back to you all.

Aside from that, nothing much has been going on. Peter now works 56 hours a week until further notice, so we don't have much time to do anything. I'll be leaving home soon to spend time with Ad and Bel soon which will be nice since I haven't seen them together in a few weeks.

Until next time....

You're my medicine.

I know my updates have been pretty scarce. I've been dealing with a lot of stuff lately and keeping my depression at bay has been extremely exhausting. I do have good days though, and when I do have them, I take full advantage of them.

Last week Peter and I wanted to do a little playing. Nothing too extreme since with how my head has been lately, we don't really know when I'm going to snap out of my "good day". He told me to bend over the bed, but would not let me lay my torso on it. I could only use my hand and arms to rest myself on the mattress. Sir spanked me with his bare hands for while, switching back and forth between cheeks. I took it like a champ, and barely cried out. He rewarded me with the flogger before fucking me.

Another night He told me to suck his cock. I sucked for a long while until my jaw started to do the closing thing (I have been sucking his cock a lot more lately, so naturally my jaw issues would come into play at some point). Sir had me lay on my back and hang my head over the edge of the bed so I could lick his balls while he looked at my naked body and touched himself. He ordered me to get myself off while I licked him. I swirled my tongue across his skin as I brought myself to orgasm. When he came, it was a lot...and all over my tits. He usually does have pretty intense orgasms when I play with his balls, so it wasn't too much of a surprise. I enjoyed being covered in him until he cleaned me up.

We've both been very busy the last couple of days. Last night I went to see the Scissor Sisters with Bella and Addy. It had been a couple of days since Peter and I last had sex, and I was incredibly horny all day. Once I figured out when I had to meet the girls at Addy's house, I told Peter we would have time to play around a bit. He was especially excited for this since he knew I was dressing up in a sexy little outfit for the concert. I sent him a little picture of the back of my leg where my mini skirt ended, and I was holding the cane against it (somehow he never got it....weird). When he got home, he was in a horrible mood. Work for him wasn't bad until the last half hour or so when some shit went down. After he calmed down, I figured we would snuggle so I took my boots off while he went to the bathroom. We laid down next to each other for a few moments and snuggle kissed, then he ran his hand up my leg, feeling up my fishnets and underneath my skirt. He asked what kind of panties I ended up going with. I showed him that I just did black boy shorts under the black lace boy short top that was part of the fishnets (something I had never seen before...they are very cute). He then told me to pull them down a bit so he could see my ass. He started to stroke himself as he looked at my bare ass under the skirt. Then He told me to kneel on the ground and suck his cock. I took him in my mouth with enthusiasm, swirling my tongue around his cock for a few minutes. That's when I decided to take him really deep down my throat. I sort of unhinged my jaw the wrong way, causing me to get a charlie-horse. Luckily I was successful at getting him down as far as I wanted to first before having to move my head back. He loved it, and had me bend over the bed. Still having my panties and fishnets not pulled all the way down, my legs were practically closed when he penetrated my cunt. It felt absolutely incredible. He kept pulling my skirt down over my ass so it just peeked out while he fucked me. He spanked me and called me his little slut, making me want it even more. I begged him to cane me, telling him I had been a really good girl all day. He fucked me harder for a few more thrusts before plunging deep into me and staying there for a few moments while I cried out. He went to grab the cane, lightly tapping my legs with it. A hard hit here, a few soft taps there, more hard....Sir gave most attention to my right leg (I assume because it's more sensitive these days than the left for some reason, and needs to be trained). I thanked him when he stopped, and he continued to fuck me. I had become so wet from the caning, he slid in and out easily. Sir wanted me to cum for him, so I reached to touch myself. Once I achieved an orgasm, I convulsed enough to push him out, but he didn't miss much of a beat and just went back to it. He ordered me to cum again (a second orgasm without having to ask? Hell yeah!). When I was done, I just continued to enjoy the feeling of him inside me. I could feel his cock swelling up inside me: he was going to cum soon. I asked for permission to touch his balls, and he allowed it. Then I begged for him to fill me. He came pretty hard; not enough where I felt it hit inside of me, but I could feel how much he grew just before exploding. I went to clean up, then came back to the bedroom. He checked my legs; the marks were pretty wonderful, and my ass had taken quite a beating from just his hand spanking it. I put my boots back on, and headed out the door to see my friends. The skirt I was wearing was short, but I think it still covered my marks up a little. Though if there were any short people  that happened to look my way, they may have seen them. It's not that I'm super tall or anything, but even at 5'6" I feel like an amazon. Add 3 and a half inch platforms to that, and I'm super tall (I really wish I wasn't so tall because I love wearing tall shoes, but I hate being naturally tall).

Ok, now I'm babbling. So tonight I took a couple pictures, not too many. Today hasn't been one of those "good days", so I wasn't really in the mood to do much. I put some in photoshop and did a little something to make a banner for the blog, but I'm not sure which one I should go with.

 This one, I did the rope work. I'm not good with rope work. I suppose I don't really need to be since I'm not the one tying someone up. So yeah....one of these days I'll see if Peter will tie me up and take some pictures of his work.

You can kinda see the marks Peter gave me (the dots on my bottom are from his hand, and all the other ones are from the cane). It was a light caning obviously.

My gag! We haven't really used it since we got it, but I love it. I would really like to use it, but we just haven't found a time to do it. Eventually. ^_^

Oh! And here are the two banners I've been messing with. Might add more to them, but I still gotta pick which one I want to use.

Might add some flourishes or something to them to fancy them up or something.

Submissive weekend pt.2

Friday I went to a hockey game with my friend Bella, so I didn't get to see Peter until I got home around 11pm. He was exhausted from a very taxing day, so we basically just relaxed for a bit until we went to bed. We ended up having very sweet sex. He wasn't really rough, he went really slow and I had a pretty different type of orgasm. It was interesting, but I loved it.

Saturday morning, I had to work. Peter came with me because he wanted to see what my Saturday job was all about, plus we were going to a corn maze after. We had a lot of fun all day, and made it back to his place around 7. I felt kinda gross from working and walking around all day, so I hopped in the shower. When I got out, Master told me to get ready while he got in the shower. I asked him how, he said to be creative. I laid on the bed for a few minutes touching myself, waiting for him. Then I remembered I had brought my old school girl skirt (not the new one I bought to wear for his birthday) and a white button up. So I jumped up, threw that on (left the top slightly open so he could see my hot pink bra and breasts), strapped on my six inch black heels, and threw on my collar. Then I laid back on the bed (heels up on the bed), and resumed touching myself. Eventually he made it back into the room, very surprised and delighted. He had me stand up so he could look at me. Told me to turn around....bend over.....He just couldn't take his eyes off me. Master then told me to bend over the bed, told me he did a good job doing this to please him and that I deserved a reward. Then asked if I wanted it. Of course I said yes. He brought out the cane (which....being a wooden cane, it kinda fit the theme with the school girl), and proceeded to give me my reward. Light taps at first, then harder and faster. The feeling of a cane beating lingers enough that I barely noticed when he stopped. I didn't realize what had really happened until I felt him dragging the flogger across my bottom (I kept all of my clothes on during the entire session, so my bare back was difficult to get to). My beating lasted for quite some time, but when it finally stopped, Master put his hands on me, like he normally does. But then, he said something that made me sink more into the moment. He told me "I do this because I love you. Because you are mine.". Just the way that he whispered it to me.....I felt so overcome with emotion and desire to please my Master more than ever. After he was done, he did request my manners, which I nearly forgot. He had me crawl on the bed, and pushed my shoulders and head down so only my ass was up. He asked me what my name was at one point. I wasn't sure what he was expecting, but when he spanked me, and told me it was slut...that made it sink it. He asked a few more times, and I answered. He told me not to forget that either. I am still learning when I am to say "thank you, Master", and it showed during this session. After each spank, I wasn't sure if it would be overkill or not, but apparently....it was expected after each end. My bad. Well, I ended up paying for it. He told me I wasn't listening, so I didn't get to cum. I begged and pleaded, but.....nope. Nothing. I just had to take his, and be satisfied with that. Which....I was pleased but....dammit, I wanted it so bad. When he was done, I begged a little more. Master came back with "I said no.", grabbed the cane and told me not to ask again, and to go get cleaned up now. I jumped up quick and cleaned up.

I spent the time Sunday while Peter was at work shopping and starting to prepare food for dinner. We had a lot of stuff to do that day, but he said if I was good, he might let me cum. I tried to be good all day. He requested my manners at one point, and I told him that I need consistency with this stuff. That continued the rest of the day. After dinner and desert, before I had to leave, we went to lay down. Master had my lick him, which he was thoroughly enjoying for quite some time. When Master decided it was time for him to fuck me, he ordered me to take off my clothes, and grab my toy. He climbed on top of me, and let me use my toy. Master allowed me to cum. My orgasm was really long, and fantastic. It just kept going, and with each extremely deep thrust, it just made the orgasm all the more intense. Master finally said I get one more, and then I'm done. Once I had my final one, I didn't push it. I said thank you, and just enjoyed the rest of the session. Eventually, he told me to beg him to cum. I begged...oh god, did I beg. He loved the hell out of it, he came hard, I felt it. It was fantastic.

I get to see Master again on Thursday. We're going to see an advanced showing of Jackass 3D. Not sure what is in store for us for the rest of the weekend, but I look forward to it! I am quite sleepy right now, I should head to bed. Until next time....