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.

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.

Pleasure for Him

It's been a minute, so I'll make a quick update.

Health-wise....I'm doing better. I finished taking my antibiotics on Friday, so I figure I'll give it an extra day or two for the irritation from the yeast infection to clear up before I start freaking out (apparently they can take up to a week to go away, even with medication). So we'll see. If it doesn't clear up by the end of the week, I'll be getting my ass to a doctor first thing Monday morning. I just hope I can find somewhere that is good, but also really inexpensive.

I'm really excited for Christmas this year. I didn't get Master anything kinky like I did for his birthday, though one of the gifts could be used for fun I suppose. Hmm....I still have a few more days. I can't really afford it, but I would like to get him something fun. Ahh...Maybe I'll get lucky and I'll get something fun from the Kinky Santa on FetLife. They allowed you to ask for three things. I asked for a Multi-Cuff Wrist Suspension Cuffs, an Apprentice Violet Wand Kit, or a Royal Pains (in the Butt) Set. The wand kit I know Master has been wanting to try, but they are awfully expensive. As for the Royal Pain set, that is a set of canes.....all that I would be more than happy to take a beating with from Master (and I believe he's been wanting more canes). The cuffs are more for the appeal of me I believe. I have always wanted to be suspended, and these would be so comfortable and perfect. I just hope I am chosen to win. They are giving away $15,000 in gifts away, and if I'm not mistaken you only get one. My first choice was the cuffs, then the wand, and the canes are third. So....cross your fingers for me!

I know He is really excited for me to heal. He really wants to fuck me, and I can't wait for him to be able to. Since I couldn't over the weekend, I just pleased him. He made me go down on him a few times, but he made it worth my while. There were times when he would pull my head up and kiss me, then he'd twist and pinch my nipples while he rubbed himself before forcing my head back down onto his cock. I hate that my jaw has a tendency to close up and start to hurt because it makes me have to switch back and forth between mouth and hands. It's annoying for me, and I can only imagine that it sucks for Him (especially if he's getting close, or it just feels really good). The second time he had me do it, I actually wasn't in the mood at all, and really didn't feel like it. But I did because that's what a slave does. I ended up getting into it which is typical, so no harm done. I swallowed each time like always. Peter said if I ever don't want to, he would be alright with me going to spit it out. That is really nice of him because I'm sure there would be times when I don't want to, but those would be rare. Even if I don't want to, I still try because I know it will please him (though I'm sure now as long as I'm happy, he'll be pleased). Except the hardcore play sessions. Those don't happen unless I am totally into it, and if I'm that into it....I will take it as it comes (pun intended).

I think that's all for now. Hopefully I'll have something crazy to write about soon! Thanks for the comments! Keep 'em coming! Oh, and don't forget, if you have a question and you want to ask anonymously or not, ask me on Formspring!

Hope everyone has a lovely holiday!

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.

Breaking point.

On Tuesday I got really horny, and sent Peter a text message. I described to him something along the lines of craving to serve him, and how I felt lost without my Master's guidance (I'd post it exactly, but I had to reset my phone this weekend). He told me to bring my blue and black corset when I came over. Peter didn't have to work Wednesday night, so I went over there after hanging out with one of my friends. We have been having a lot of really passionate sex lately. I wish I could say this in a less corny way, but there really is no other way....I feel like it brings us closer together when we do this. I already know how compatible we are when it comes to the kinky stuff. It's pretty obvious that he loves me, but it never hurts to be reminded of it.This is totally out of the norm for me to put in here, but we saw the new Jackass 3D movie twice already. Once on Thursday, and again on Saturday. It's good. Just saying.

I had to work Saturday morning, so we were both up pretty early. We had every intention of playing later on that evening, and then I got a headache. It was terrible. Peter gave me some pain meds for it, massaged my head, then gave me a cold rag to put on my head. Nothing was helping. I went to lay down around 8:30, and he came to lay with me. I felt terrible because it had been over 36 hours since we last had sex (and it's not like we weren't around each other, we just didn't have time). Peter told me it was alright, and it didn't matter. He just wanted me to get better. But....me being me, I told him to just go for it. I was still able to move, so it wasn't one of those headaches where sex would be the worst idea ever. He was a little reluctant, but he went for it. It ended up being really good. We dirty talked a bit. He gave me orders for the next day too. It didn't get rid of my headache, but it did ease it a little bit.

Sunday I got up at a reasonable hour, watched some TV, did some stretching, then started to get ready. The order that Master gave me were to be waiting at the side door, on my knees, wearing my black and blue corset and black high heels. I added my collar too, and a LOT of black makeup. When he came home, I was waiting for him how I was told to. He let the dogs outside, kissed me, told me to stand up so he could look at me, then made me go wait in the bedroom for him while he showered. I waited anxiously on the edge of the bed for him. When he came in, he had me stand up and turn around. I got a few spankings, and he bent me over the bed to give me more, then told me not to move. He then went over to the dresser and started pulling out tools. The Wartenberg wheel, small flogger, big flogger, short rope, long rope, and the wooden paddle. Master ordered me to my knees, and put him in my mouth. My gag reflex was not on my side that day. First time I ever felt liquid come up, but I didn't really miss a beat, and neither did he. Next, I was to lay on my back with my head over the end of the bed. Master then took the small flogger, and began to flog my breasts. This is where things started to go wrong. I was loving how it felt, and then every so often, one tail would hit my previously pierced nipple. It kept happening, and my instincts started to kick in and my hands shot up. Master stopped, went to grab the cane and started smacking my thighs, telling me to keep my hands down. Then he went over to the dresser to grab the cuffs and spreader bar, and got me all locked up before he started flogging my breasts again. The pain came back as if he never took a break, and just the one tail.....against that nipple. I started to actually cry, and then I begged him to stop. He did. I sobbed for a few moments, and he drug the flogger across my chest. It soothed me as I dried my tears and briefly stated that it kept hitting my nipple. He told me he will start when I feel ready. A few moments later, I started to calm down and told him I was ready. He waited a good 30 seconds before starting up again, careful not to hit the sensitive nipple too much. He had me sit up so he could tie my wrists up, then used the cane on my thighs again. Apparently my body had become extremely sensitive and I had to ask him to stop again during that. To try and keep the thrill going though, I then asked for permission to speak. He told me to be quick as he kissed me. I quickly explained that my thighs were not used to being beaten. His reply was simple; that's why he gives them beatings. He kept having me stand up and turn around for him, and let me tell you...turning around and walking while cuffed to an ankle spreader bar, and wrists tied up is not that easy. The difficulty of this showed, and amused Master. He bent me over the bed and spanked me with the wooden paddle, and ran the Wartenberg wheel up and down my back. I could feel myself dripping on the floor, and he saw this. He started rubbing my pussy, moving my juices all over, even over my asshole. I started to think that's where he was going with this next. Then he had me turn over and pushed me on the bed. He pulled me down to the edge of the bed so that my ass hung off a bit, and held the spreader bar up, telling me how good of a girl I had been and slipping right in. He fucked me for a while, calling me all his favorite names for me (good little fuck doll, fuck toy, slut) in the most endearing ways possible. Master was gracious enough to allow me to cum. I squirted a little, and since he had me hanging off the bed, the sheets stayed mostly clean (but the floor was not as lucky). He told me to stand up, making me face the bed, wrists up under my chin, Master wrapped the long rope around my arms and back so I was unable to move. Master unlocked the bar from the cuffs, and pushed me to the floor. He fucked me for a while. Having my face to the ground, and the force of his thrusts started to make the long rope lose and slip down to the top of my shoulders. I just sat there bent over, enjoying every thrust (I'm not the typically girl who gets hers and then begs for it to be over....I actually enjoy the feeling). After he came, he told me to clean myself up because I was a mess. Walking into the bathroom and looking in the mirror, he was right; my black makeup had smeared all over the place. I knew it would smear a little because I tend to shed a tear or two from squeezing my eyes shut during my beatings, but I hadn't expected to sob like I did. I cleaned up what I could, then went back to the room. He told me to come lay down next to him. He asked me if I was alright, but not in the whiny, unsure kind of boyfriend way. He was being a good Master. We discussed what had happened, and I thanked him for being very cool about it and not freaking out. It was the first time I ever had to ask him to stop/slow down play. The fact that he did (and yet didn't completely break character), and showed compassion for me really strengthens my trust in him. I don't think I have ever trusted someone so much before (which feels great, but also terrifies me at the same time).

We went about our day, and ended up having a quickie before I had to go home. The quickie involved some choking, face smacking, and just....damn. At one point, he was holding me down and it actually felt like he closed off my wind pipe for a few seconds. The relief when I could sort of breathe again was a rush. Smacking my face and grabbing hold, making sure I know who my Master was. It's all just so very hot to me!

I have been sore all damn day. I can't sit still for very long before I have to reposition. He really wailed on my ass with that paddle, plus my legs and back have been sore too. I have a few new bruises from the cane (one is a line which looks really cool), and some marks on my breasts from the flogger. I haven't checked my back today, but I'm sure that has a few pretty marks too.

There aren't too many more days until Peter's birthday, and I still have yet to complete his gift! I decided against getting him something he needs, so I'm going with things he wants. Stuff to just have fun with. If I can afford it, maybe I'll get him something new to have fun beating me with.

Oh! Apparently this isn't really a big deal, but I got really excited about it. Every time I update, I send out two dozen or more Pings, and I share the link on my Twitter. I also started to join some fetish networking sites and having this blog listed. This evening, I was checking the stats and noticed that one of my blog viewings came from a Google search. I am now available to be searched on Google! When I first got this blog, I requested to be searchable on Google, and have checked once or twice since. Never got a match for anything having to do with my blog until now. Like I said, it's nothing too special, but I'm pretty excited about it. Hopefully I can keep entertaining you all so you keep reading and spreading the word!

I think it's time for me to get to sleep. Writing about this weekend kind of has me riled up, so I might use my one allowed diddle session up for the week.

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....

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.

First time picture post...

The last few days turned out to be pretty great.

Thursday, Peter met me up at work a little after I was done. We went to find this group of geocaches that are located on a trail near my work. We kept looking for a good place to stop and have sex, but it would have been really difficult. There were quite a few people on the trails walking around and biking that day, not to mention a crap ton of mosquitoes (though Peter said he would gladly take a few mosquito bites on his ass if it meant he could fuck me in the woods). We ended up getting fed up with the mosquitoes, so we only found a couple. After that, we got some dinner.We then ventured off to a place where I frequently go for karaoke. Enough to the point where I am good friends with the guy who runs the karaoke. Since my work was on the way from the restaurant to karaoke, we swung back by to have sex (yes, we were just really hard up that day apparently). We saw the car of one of my co-workers still in the parking lot, so that was a no-go. So we made our way to karaoke, and just tried to suck it up, and wait (though that didn't stop Peter from smacking my exposed leg as I propped it up on his chair). Karaoke was fun, though we couldn't hold out much longer, so we left around 11:30 or so. I was supposed to sing two songs, but we left before I could do a second song (it was pretty packed). By the time we made it back to his place, it was already past midnight, but that didn't stop us. The sex was awesome as usual. He bit me really hard on my right calf this time. Hard enough to leave teeth marks.

It is now a big bruise. It's difficult to get a good picture right now, as it is still in the early stages of bruising, and it's rather dark in my work area.We both had to work Friday morning, so after sex, we were pretty much down for the count.

Peter left for work before I did, and after I was all done getting ready, I had a little extra time. I checked my phone and saw a new text message from him. I'm so hard right now. I can't wait to fuck you later. After what he promised to me on Wednesday, you bet your ass I was excited for it too. We were both pretty riled up all day. I could barely concentrate on my work that day. It wasn't until I was packing my stuff up for the day when Peter called me. His work was making him stay an extra four hours (making him work a 12 hour shift in all). It looked like the awesome night we had planned just got shot in the foot. I went home to get rid of a head ache I had developed, and left for his house a little before 8pm. We were both exhausted from the day, so we just went to get some food, and had some good, old fashioned, regular sex, and then passed out.

Saturday, we got up relatively early. I got ready while Peter went to cash his check, then we went out to breakfast. After breakfast, we went shopping to look for new shoes for Peter. We didn't find anything, and we went to two stores. We also went to Barnes & Nobel, where we just looked around and killed some time. After that, we realized how hot outside it was, and went back to his place to cool off. Cooling off turned out to be sex. The kind of sex we were hoping to have on Friday. It started off like usual; kissing and his hands running all over my body. Him squeezing me, and biting at my neck, and then rubbing me to get me excited. Then he started to grab hold of my cunt, and smack it a few times, a little harder each time. Next thing I know, he was up and going to grab something from his dresser. He comes back with ankle cuffs. He proceeds to strap them on, and secure the locks, then goes to get the spreader bar from the closet. Attaches that, hands it to me and tells me to hold it. I hold on, and he goes back to the closet. Out comes the cane. I've only had the cane one other time, and it was merely a demonstration. This time, it was more...far more. Across my ass, all up and down the back of my legs. Sure, I cried out. That shit hurt, but...you know, the good kind of hurt. The kind that you want to stop, but the moment it does you wish it hadn't. I twisted my body on the bed, losing my grip of the bar, and Peter didn't miss a beat. He held the bar higher, and flicked the cane harder. Once he knew I was good and wet, he put the cane down, gave the bar back to me, and proceeded to fuck me. It was really hard, and felt so fucking good. I had to focus on not letting go of the bar which was quite difficult with clammy hands. God.....he felt incredible inside me, I seriously didn't want it to end. Then he decided to change it up. He wanted it in my ass. We have only done this once before, and he prepped me for it for a lengthy period of time so he wouldn't hurt me. Not much preperation was done this time, so after only a couple minutes of using my own lubrication, and spit, I couldn't take it. It hurt wayyyy too much, so I had to beg him to stop and get real lube. Peter is not a sadistic master. Even though he didn't want to stop, he didn't want to hurt me, so he obliged. Things went much smoother after that. He even used his hands on me during this time. When it was getting closer to the end, he told me to take off my glasses, because he wanted to cum on my face. Now, this was sort of exciting for me; I have NEVER had that done before. I know, crazy how a girl who loves sex as much as I do has never had that done. I guess I could have, I just never asked for it...not that I did this time, it's just with a Master, you do what he tells you to do. So I took off my glasses to be ready for him. When it was time, he pulled out, stood next to the bed, pushed back my hair (what a sweetheart), and covered my face. It. Was. EVERYWHERE. Haha, let me tell you....it was not nearly as bad as I thought it was going to be. I think he wanted to admire his work because he didn't move momentarily after he was done, then went to get a wash cloth to clean me up. He said he was going to get in the shower (yes, I'm still shackled to the spreader bar), and I asked him if I could get off. He said I had been good, and that it would be alright. I told him my wrists were hurting a bit, so he allowed me to use the toy I had there. Most devastating thing though? The wiring had somehow gotten all fucked up, so there was a short. Master tried to help me cum quick though by bringing the cane out again. First he held the bar up as he caned the back of my legs again, then put the bar down and started with the front, and inside of my thighs. I finally started to get close to my release, so he stayed on one spot of my thigh and just kept hitting harder, over, and over again. It was a pretty awesome toygasm; honestly, the cane helped. I was pretty beat up after that.

It was totally worth it. Master then unhooked the bar, and relieved me of the cuffs, then carried on with his shower. We both got ready, and went to go grab some lunch. It was difficult walking around after sex like that, but brought a grin to my face.

That night, we both had bachelor/bachelorette parties to go to, so we didn't end up making it to Hellbound (which we were really hoping to go to, but there will be others). I got back to his house probably an hour before he did, so I just hopped in the shower and went to bed. I half expected to be woken up when he got in to have sex, but he was just as exhausted as I was (if not more). His legs had been hurting from sex as well, and the bachelor party went to play lazer tag, so he was even more sore from that.

Sunday he let me sleep in a lot later than normal. Late enough where when we ate, it was obviously lunch time. We got some pizza, then went to go cool down in this room (where his air conditioner is). Cooling down turned into sex. It was good good sex. Now, for the record, I do squirt on occasion, usually it's not too much, sometimes it's a lot. Well, this time, I nearly hit him in the face (and he was kneeling in a prime sex position). He said it was like a geyser. I'm pretty sure I somehow managed to get it on the floor too because when I was coming back from the bathroom, I stepped on a small wet spot and saw little droplets all over the floor. Kinda impressed with myself on that one. We later went out to get some ice cream (Peter had been craving some), and then to find a few geocaches. When we came back, I was still all riled up. I didn't expect anything because I don't run our sex life; Master does. And Master wanted me to be pleased at that point, so he started to kiss me. It was very sweet. The kind of kissing that feels like a big, safe hug. So much love and passion, it was nice. He wasn't particularly in the mood when we started, but 5 minutes or so into the kissing, he got in the mood. We started to have sex, and when he realized it probably wasn't going to happen for him (which tends to happen when all we really do is fuck all weekend and you're out of fuel), he went to just pleasing me. Even when his room is cold, his mouth sends warm waves all over my body. That man is.....a man. I can't think of a better way to put it. We just relaxed, had some dinner, and then I had to go home.

Not sure what is up for this week yet. Still have to find out what his work schedule is. I just know Saturday (as long as he doesn't have to work), we're going to be watching the Regular Show marathon on Cartoon Network, and then going to my friend's birthday shindig. Ice luge, say what?