Can't catch a break.

I have the weakest immune system it seems. Always have, even when I was a kid. Some of my friends have said "you think it's because you're a vegetarian?". Simple answer is no, because my immune system has always been shit. But when I think about it more, it probably doesn't help. The first couple years after I went vegetarian, there was no change. I still got sick as much as I used to, nothing different. It's only been the last two or three years that I've dealt with issue after issue. I was vegan for one most of that time, but right around the time I moved back in with my parents last year I went back to being just a vegetarian. There wasn't a whole lot of room in their fridge for my special vegan food. Plus, being a cheese lover, I did buy a lot of vegan cheese. Which is very expensive. The whole reason I moved back in with my parents was to save some money. Can't do that when I'm spending $10 on a pound of "cheese". Anyway.....my point is, I've dealt with more in the last nine months health-wise than I have my whole life. What with catching every cold I come in contact with, or the kidney infection, or tooth infections...And most recently, I've dealt with a horrible cold PLUS a really terrible pain. Where was the the pain? Oh, you know, somewhere in my girly parts. Peter couldn't fuck me without me being in pain. Two doctor appointments later, we're still not sure exactly what it is. They think it's either an ovarian cyst, or polyps. They want me to get an ultrasound to be sure. But since those are really expensive, and I'm pretty much broke, that's going to be really tough to accomplish. Luckily, I'm not in any pain anymore. My doctor said if it is a cyst, the hormones in my birth control should take care of it. I still have to make my appointment for the ultrasound (because the office I went to didn't have the machine, so they're sending me somewhere else). But I can't make my appointment until I have the cash because it is one of those places where you have to pay for your procedure the same day. Luckily, it's one of those low-cost places, but it's still something I can't afford right now. Peter suggested we do as much saving for it as we can, and make the appointment when we can. If the pain comes back before we get the money, then I'm not sure what we'll do. We'll figure something out I guess.

We've had sex three times since my last doctors appointment. And I've had no pain, so that's a really good thing. The pain came about a week and a half before I had my period, so I suppose I'll watch for that again this month. But for now, I'm going to enjoy my pain-free sex.

Ok, not entirely pain-free. Peter wanted to fuck this morning, and I was down for that since we didn't get a chance to yesterday. It was great how he brought it up, too. I had just put the kettle on for my oatmeal, and let the dogs outside. He had already been up for a couple hours, but let me sleep in. He told me "ok, so here's what I was thinking. After you eat, we go fuck, finish the touch-ups in the second bedroom, then go to the store. I'd say we go fuck now, but you just started your breakfast." So we did just that (we've been painting the second bedroom in the house for the last few days, just to clear that part up). When we got to the bedroom, he started to pull off my clothes. Once he had me naked, he played with my pussy before pushing me over the edge of the bed. My cunt was starting to get pretty wet, and he worked on it more before pushing his cock in me. We haven't fucked like that in a while, so the feeling was incredible. After a few minutes, he pulled out and went to the foot of the bed. He had brought out our suitcase full of toys a few weeks ago, but didn't get a chance to use anything since I started having pains. He searched for a few moments, then came back with the flogger. My favorite. He knows this. I think this is why he chose it for our first fun thing in a long time. The first few whips were relatively soft, but that didn't last long. I thought he was going to go easy on me, figuring since it had been so long I might not be able to handle anything too rough. I was wrong; he didn't hold back. After squirming and screaming for a few minutes, he told me to turn around and suck his cock. While I sucked on him, he continued to flog me. He's never flogged me while I sucked his cock before, and I must say it was fantastic. He was enjoying it, too. I can only imagine how the vibrations from my muffled cries felt on his cock. I tried to take him completely in, but of course I choked on his size. He took the opportunity to flip me around, and push me back onto the bed. Forcing his cock back inside my now soaking wet cunt, he fucked and flogged me. Telling me how good of a little slut I am. After awhile, my back went numb. The feeling became more comforting than painful, and I knew he still wasn't holding back. When I looked behind me, I saw how he wound up before bringing the flogger down on me. I knew it should probably hurt, but it didn't. Not really, anyway. He fucked me harder, and flogged me faster. He stopped flogging me only to make me cum with his hands, reaching down to rub my clit. I came with a force, pushing him out. He pushed back in, and continued to fuck me. Harder and harder. I felt him begin to swell inside of me. But I didn't get to feel him explode. He pulled out, and came all over my back and my ass. He demanded my manners, and I said "thank you". He went to grab a warm rag to clean me up with.

With being on all the antibiotics I've been on recently, he's done a lot of pulling out just to be safe. Which is fun if you like being covered in cum. Lucky for me, I actually enjoy it. The only thing I don't enjoy is when it gets in my belly button. I hate that. But I take it, just the same, because that's what I do. I'm his little cum slut. And I take it with pride.

After we were done though, we sat on the bed and just talked. Well, I talked. I looked over at him and noticed him not only staring at me, but he had this amazing smile on his face. I asked him, "what?", and he just said how he enjoyed watching me think. You don't realize it all the time, but sometimes when you live with someone....things just become a day to day thing. I think after the flogging, it sort of woke something up. Peter does a wonderful job of letting me know he loves and adores me, and how sexy he finds me. But it's been a while since he's looked at me that way. It was just really nice. 



I just started listening to some of the Erotic World podcasts, and they're quite entertaining. Lacy reads some erotica on it, and on the blog she links to the person's page who wrote it. Which leads you to reading even more erotica. I've read a lot tonight, and I have to say. I can't wait for Peter to get home tonight. Though I have a bad feeling he is going to have to work late. I really hope not. My cunt is aching for him again. And after how well I took that flogging today, I am ready for more. I'm craving it more than ever. 

It's been too long...

It has been a long while since I've had a chance to update. I typically did 80% of my posting while I was at work. I had a lot of down time due to either lack of work, or just some spare time while projects were being transferred from one computer to the other or processed. Anyway.....I've actually been really swamped at work. My job responsibilities got switched around a bit, so I have a lot more work. Meaning...I have less time. Then when I got home, there wasn't much time. Peter has a much better work schedule now so I see him more, and we have more time to go out and do things. Not to mention it's playoff season in hockey, and I don't just enjoy watching my home team play....I watch as much of each series as I can. Believe me, I don't want to go this long again without updating or being online. I opened my email to over a thousand messages. Granted, they were practically all from subscriptions from FetLife, but still. Sifting through everything took a while. I ended up deciding to just not catch up on FetLife, there was just far too much for me to read.

So let's get on, shall we?

My birthday....well, it was terrible. Peter and I met some of my friends for sushi to celebrate. Unfortunately, I had developed a horrible migraine (the kind that makes you sick). So I never got to eat my sushi, and I had to cut the night short. I felt so bad since everyone took the time to come out. Peter had promised me my birthday spankings that night, but I got sick again almost as soon as we got home. Obviously, my spankings were not going to happen. That didn't happen for almost a week after my birthday. Sir made sure I got the spanking I deserved. He had me bend over, and tuck my arms between my legs. Sir then tied my arms to my legs, then admired my ass for a moment. He gave it a few swats with his hands before going back to the case with all of our toys and stuff in it. He pulled out my ball gag, and proceeded to fasten it to my head. Sir continued with his hand only briefly before grabbing the flogger. As I've said before, being flogged is probably my favorite thing. Back before I met Sir and had only done slightly more than vanilla things, I was a huge fan of being spanked. Now I know better. The flogging went on for quite a while, it is almost a comfortable feeling to be flogged. I can tell now that He works harder to use more force with the flogger, and it feels so good. He switched to the pinwheel (the single one), and ran that up and down my back in quick, long drags. I cried out a few times before he stopped. His next tool of choice is my least favorite of the toys; the wooden paddle. It's not just the sound of it hitting my skin that I don't enjoy...it's the feeling. It hurts, and not necessarily the good kind of hurt. But I take it, because I know He enjoys it. And it's not like it hurts enough for me to stop him. I know my limits, and I know that if it became too much I would let him know. I suppose I could say I partially enjoy the wooden paddle because I know He does. He liked it even more that night because I kept pulling away (the ropes were coming lose...he had put them on so fast, they weren't very secure), and when I did, He would pull me back and give my ass a more powerful smack. Then with one incredibly forceful swat, tears shot from my eyes from the pain. It was a very "I'm in charge" kind of spank. Which turned me on. If you're new to this blog, I know what you're thinking...that doesn't make sense. I take a punishment from a tool I don't particularly enjoy, then I cry from the pain, and all of this ends with me being even more turned on? Yeah. Kinda weird, but that's just how it works with me sometimes. He told me "one more good one, and then I'll stop", so I braced myself. This blow wasn't nearly as painful as the last, but it was still pretty powerful. Sir rubbed my ass when he was done, feeling the heat from my skin. He grabbed the other pinwheel and drug it across my skin. When he was pleased with that, he smacked my ass a few times with his hand before moving onto the bed and pushing himself inside of me. Running his hands across my ass and admiring his work while He fucked me, He seemed pleased. After a while, He pulled the ropes off and took my gag out before flipping me over onto my back. He moved over me, telling me I was being such a good girl and allowed me to cum while He fucked me. He held me down and the orgasm shook my entire body, my cunt tightened around his cock. He exploded inside of me with some force before collapsing on top of me.

A few days later, Master had His way with me again. No toys or rope this time. He only made me bend over the bed and used His hands. Sir took to only my left butt-cheek the entire time he smacked it. After we had finished having sex, he mentioned how a mark had already started to show. It was small, dark red, and only slightly visible since the rest of my ass was bright red from all the smacks. By the next day, the mark was as big as his hand and dark red. It's been about a week since I got the mark and a little bit of it is still visible.

Last night Peter came home from having dinner with a couple of his friends, and he was a little intoxicated. Just a slight buzz, but it was obvious and cute. He was all smiles and everything. Out of nowhere he blurted out "I want to cum in your mouth". I busted out laughing because it was so random, and he was so "pass me the remote" about it with his tone. Once I calmed down from laughing, we began to make out like teenagers and he took to biting my neck (he's been very bitey lately) before we took our little show to the bedroom. Sir told me to get on my knees and sucks his cock. I started off slow. Apparently he didn't want it slow because he grabbed hold of my head by my hair, and began to skull fuck me. Faster and deeper until I gagged on his cock. He told me to get to the bed so he could fuck my cunt. I was a little nervous because the night before, we fucked and I had a little bit of pain at first (but since I had no pain when we switched positions I figured it was just the angle he was fucking me at). I was right, it didn't hurt at all. My wet cunt welcomed his size and squeezed tightly around him. I didn't think this was going to be much of a dominance thing until he started fucking me with more force, and reached to pull me up so he could wrap his hands around my neck. He kept stopping to make me kneel before him and let him fuck my mouth some more. Each time he would tell me to bend over the bed again, he would push my torso onto the bed, effectively slamming my face against the piled up sheets. Sir reached down to my clit and rubbed until I came, squirting all over the carpet (which we just recently had cleaned....woops). I begged for his cum. He pulled on my shoulders again to bring me back up so he could grab hold of my neck once more. He slapped my face, called me his little slut, made me cum again, squirting once more before turning me over onto my back. He pulled out when he came, not soon enough to make it to my mouth. My stomach was covered though, and so was his hand. He had me lick his hand clean, and wiped some from my stomach and had me lick his hand clean once more before he went to get a rag so I could finish cleaning myself up.

Although Peter now has a normal work schedule, we still don't have a whole lot of time to play. Right now, we are so busy doing other things we weren't able to do when he was working all the time. Hopefully all that will settle down soon. That, or we try to just work in some play time during our busy lives. I know after the playoffs are over some time will be freed up. We actually have tickets to a playoff game here next week. Luckily our team made it to round two (they swept the Coyotes in the first round). Ok, now I'm going off topic. I should probably start making my lunch. There isn't a whole lot of work to do today, but I plan to eat at my desk and get caught up on the other blogs I follow and forums I read.

I promise I will try to update more. Even if it's just a little here or a little there. And don't forget, you can feel free to ask me questions on Formspring. Hope everyone is doing well!

Everybody has issues.

Even with all of the events going on in my life right now, I want to keep writing in here. I might not have a bunch of new stories, but maybe I can just talk about the life Peter and I lead and maybe go more into the dynamic of our relationship. Maybe not…..who knows. Just a heads up that there might not be a whole lot of new kinky tales. They will probably pop up here and there until things settle down, but I will do my best to write in as much detail as I can when they do happen. Today there will be a short one.

Peter hasn’t been feeling very good lately, he started to come down with something. We weren’t sure what, but after looking online at his symptoms we were almost positive it was either salmonella or a horrible version of the stomach flu. I know salmonella would have been a huge stretch, but he had more of the symptoms to that than he did the stomach flu (although the symptoms are quite similar). It wasn’t until he was at work yesterday when out of nowhere his fever came back and he developed serious sinus pressure and congestion (which he has not had the whole time he’s been ill). He decided to go to the doctor after work, and found out he had a bad sinus infection. The doc still checked him out for all the other issues he had before the horrible congestion, but basically it was all leading up to this. Go figure. That wasn’t even one of the possibilities when we checked his symptoms online (obviously we understand the web isn’t a medical professional, but it was still odd). His doctor gave him super antibiotics that will hopefully kick the shit out of this infection because this is the second sinus infection he’s had in the last three months or so. I’m really hoping for the light at the end of the tunnel to appear at any moment.

The other night when Peter wasn’t feeling too terrible, he told me to go to the bedroom and get naked because he wanted to see my ass. I did as I was told, and he bent me over the bed. He began to swat at my bottom with his bare hands. We had just walked in from outside not long before, so my body was still so cold which made each crack hurt a little more than normal. I quickly warmed up to his touch as he continued to wail on my ass. Turning me so that I could suck his cock while he continued to spank my ass, he made sure my pussy was nice and wet for him before he bent me back over the bed and began to fuck me. Sir moved his hand between my legs as he pounded away into me. He rubbed my clit until I asked permission to cum. Once permission was given, I didn’t hold back. I gushed all over, soaking the floor beneath me, part of the bed frame, the skirt I had taken off prior to fucking, as well as myself. My own juices dripped down my legs as he began to fuck me harder. A few moments later, he flipped me over onto my back and pushed himself deep inside. Sir held his hand to my throat and pressed his thumb hard against my soft skin. Slapping me a few times, asking if I enjoy the fucking he is giving me…the little slut that I am. When he came, he was painfully deep inside my cunt and it felt so powerful. I was allowed to clean myself up before coming back to bed to lay down. He did not make me clean up the mess I had made on the floor, he soaked it up with my skirt while I cleaned myself up.

Earlier this week there was a submissive munch going on not terribly far from where we live. I figure it would be a nice way to meet other submissives in the general area, and just get to know someone out this way. Most of my friends live close to an hour away which isn’t terribly far. But to just go grab a cup of coffee or a drink, the drive can be a bit much. I talked to Peter about this and he was a little unsure of it at first, but knew it was something I really wanted to at least try. Unfortunately by the time I had learned about the munch, it was only a few days away, and I still have a lot of healing to do from all the crap that has been going on in my life. I have been keeping to myself for the most part which doesn’t make me the greatest friend right now. Luckily my closest friends are very understanding of the situation, although some do wish I would talk about my issues more. For me, it’s a matter of feeling like a burden or a downer. I don’t like dropping my problems on other people if I can help it. I do talk to Peter about a lot of stuff, but I feel like I’m a downer even with him. He doesn’t give off the impression that I’m bringing him down or anything, I just don’t want to accidentally bring him down with me. He has enough on his plate with work, car, and health problems that I don’t want him to worry about my stuff on top of it all. I expressed this to him, and he made me feel more comfortable. He explained that we’re a team now, and my problems are ours now, and we will deal with them together. Which me being the type of person I am makes me worry more because I don’t want him to have to worry about all the stuff I do. Which, he doesn’t. He’s the type of person who can see a problem, and ignore it if it isn’t actually his problem. For instance, my mother is having issues right now. They don’t directly involve me, but I know a lot about what is going on so she vents to me. I get so involved emotionally with the issues that it gets me worked up and worried, which leads to many panic attacks. Most of which happen when Peter is not home (she has a knack for calling when he isn’t home). Then by the time he gets home, even if I had a good day, I’m drained of everything and I just sulk. He understand that I’m going through a lot on my own, and he has been wonderful trying to help me get through the bad days, but he hates that I get so worked up over something that is not my problem. I’ve tried telling my mother that she needs to talk to a therapist instead, but it’s hard. I feel like I have to sugar-coat it because I don’t want her to think she can’t talk to me. It just gets frustrating when she asks for advice about the same thing over and over again and then blatantly ignores my suggestions every single time. I understand times are tough and she can’t get to a therapist because of the cost (even with her insurance), but she needs to do something. As do I, but I’m working on it. Sort of.

Anyway. My birthday is coming up, and I’m trying to figure out what I want to wear for whatever I end up doing. I’m considering ordering something awesome from Trashy.com, or just get something from Noir Leather next time I’m out that way. I still haven’t decided what I want to do for my birthday, but I know it will involve dressing up fancy for a nice dinner with my friends, and who knows after that. The idea of going to this place called City Club has been brought up, but I’ve only been there a couple of times and it gets quite crowded and warm in there. Or I could just skip that, and just come home after dinner and have fun with my Sir. I still have some time to think about it before the actual day. Hopefully I can figure out something to do by then.

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.

May you survive 2011!

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

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

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

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

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

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

Hope everyone had an excellent start to 2011!!!

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.

New ball gag!

Peter was having a crummy day yesterday, and asked if I would be able to come over after work. We both actually had been having shitty days, so we went right out to dinner to vent our stresses to each other. I had been wanting to go to Adam and Eve for a while, so after dinner we took the trip. We looked around and found a few things we wanted. I couldn't decide between two things to buy though; a butt plug (Peter has been wanting to get me one for some time to train my ass for his cock), or a ball gag. He had bought a ball gag before, but never used it. We tried it once, but it was too big for me to keep in my mouth for a period longer than a couple minutes. I've had jaw issues since I was in junior high school (thanks to a dumb giant gumball that I tried to chew all at once and messed the plates in my jaw up), so I can't keep it open too far for too long without closing it. So giving Peter oral sex isn't horribly difficult, as long as I can take him out for a moment, close my jaw, then go back to it. So a smaller gag was what we needed to get. I couldn't decide, so I had him choose. He decided on the gag. He plans to have people over next week for his birthday, and one of my friends might be staying the night  (because we have somewhere to be early the next day). Peter's thinking was if she did, we could use the gag and try to muffle me (since we obviously will be having sex). So I ended up getting the gag ball, as well as a cute little pair of shinny royal blue panties to match my black and blue corset (I'll post pictures of them together once blogspot is done with their maintenance). They're one size fits all, and I am not a twig by any stretch, plus I have a big bottom. Luckily they fit. They're snug, but they fit, and when Master asked me to try them on when we got back, he was really enjoying the view. He also enjoy spanking me with his bare hands. He was hitting pretty hard, and we were both just loving it. I love random weekday sex, especially when it involves choking, spanking, smacking, and just.....uh! So amazing. He eventually got a call from his dad about some computer issue. While he was talking, I started to check out my new gag ball. When he got off the phone, he put it on me and made me wear it for about 10 minutes. We laid there in silence for a while, then he started to spank me. I realized it is difficult to swallow when I'm bent over (something I'm going to have to learn how to do), though it was easier when I was on my back (and Master was smacking my breasts). After the 10 minutes were up, he asked how I liked it and if my jaw was alright. My jaw was fine, just a smidge sore, so it's something we'll have to practice with a lot. I'm excited for that.

His birthday is next week. I think I finally decided on what to get him. A couple new toys (like real toys, not kink toys), and then as for the kink toy....I'm torn between a riding crop and a three-wheel Wartenberg wheel (he wants one so bad). I think I will finish my shopping tomorrow since I don't have anything to do. His work schedule got messed up again. I won't get to see him again until Friday night, and even then....he'll have to wake me up (he won't get home until after midnight, and I'll have to be up for work the next morning by 7). Should be interesting.


Oh! I started noticing a trend on some other slave blogs I've been reading of having a formspring account so that people can ask them questions. So, if anyone has questions ask me here: http://www.formspring.me/tiedupkai

 For easy access to any of my contact links, I'm starting to list them up on the side bar on the right. Enjoy!

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....

Submissive weekend pt.1

I've been spending a lot of time reading articles online about experiences people have when they go to bdsm events, or just articles about different kinks and fetishes, or ways to dominate your submissive. It has all been very interesting to me, and giving me new and exciting ideas. I did a lot of reading yesterday. Mostly articles, some reviews on toys and things of that nature. It put me in a very submissive state of mind. I couldn't wait to see Master later on. Even with the cramps, I was still looking forward to it. I told him I was in need of a cuddle. He said as long as I went down on him a few times, he would cuddle me all weekend. I told him he gets whatever he wants, it's not like I can really say no to him. Master then said he would also like to tie me up. I was then told to bring my black and blue corset and some black heels to wear at some point this weekend. That just amped up my desire to go over there.

Unfortunately for me, I read a text he sent me wrong. I thought he wanted me to leave my house at 9:30. Nope, apparently he wanted me to be at his house around 9:30. All he sent to me when I told him I was on my way was "You're so very late." I kinda had the idea that I was in for it. Honest mistake though. I didn't get the beating I thought I was going to. We actually had to run to the store first (so we could get stuff to make breakfast in the morning). When it was time for bed though, he told me to suck his dick. Which, I knew we would be doing a lot of that since I am currently experiencing my lady time. What I wasn't ready for was the duration of the oral. I could tell he was really trying to enjoy it, but unfortunately that ended up getting the best of him later because it then became difficult. He was only a little forceful, but not terribly. He had me up close to him while he handled himself for a bit, and put one of my nipples in his mouth. He proceeded to bite on it. Hard. It actually started to hurt pretty bad, but not quite to the point where there was no pleasure so it was fine. When he finally released, he went to the other one and did the same. I know he was doing it to hear me moan and cry out. I know how much he loves that. Master must have noticed my desire to please him, so he did end up forcing my head back down, and smacked my ass hard, many times, as I sucked and licked. When he was about to cum, he asked if I wanted it. I said yes, and he came in my mouth. I swallowed gratefully, and then that's when I realized I was getting my punishment. I asked if I was allowed to have a turn, and he said no. Even with my performance pleasing him, I was still not allowed to cum. After a short pout, I informed him of how submissive I had been feeling all day, and that I probably could have told him that earlier for him to take full advantage of it, but I forgot. This excited him, but he still refused me my orgasm. Let me tell you, I did not sleep well last night. I kept waking up randomly, almost wide awake, then falling back asleep briefly only to do it again.

This morning, after breakfast, we were snuggling on the couch. I was still a bit riled up from the night before, so I kissed his neck, and nibbled here and there. He gently grabbed my neck and kissed me. A few minutes later he said "I want to fuck you. Now." Off to the bedroom we went! Master didn't start off slow really, after climbing on top of me, he kissed me a bit before lubing up and pushing in. He felt amazing. He fucked me like that for a while, grabbing my hair and pulling on it hard. Tugging my head in different directions to get a better view of my neck for him to bite. A few times I tried to move so he couldn't, and he just tugged harder. He moved his hand to my neck and held me down for a while. Sometimes it's hard for anything else to matter except the feeling of his hands on me and his cock inside me when he does this. I barely even think about the fact that I can't breathe. haha. He moved to hold me down with his arm, and proceeded to bite my collar bone hard enough to where it felt like he was slicing through a nerve or something. He sat up and held my legs up. Then he started to bite my calves. I haven't had any new bruises in weeks, and he didn't take it easy on me either, so this was quite painful. He bit one side, and I tried soo hard to squirm away for the second, but he wouldn't let me. He said "My little fuck toy needs some new bruises", and continued to bite me on my ribs. Master ordered me to flip over, and a few moments into that, he told me to cum for him. Everything was so wet, and I was so numb from holding off soo long I was having trouble getting off. I asked if I could use my toy. He got it quickly, but as I was putting it against my clit, he started wailing on my ass. The fucking continued, and he kept telling me if I didn't cum soon, he was going to take it away from me. Not just the toy, but the chance to cum. I didn't want that, I was so close. He kept smacking my bottom, and finally I came. It was long, and lovely, and felt so good. I got greedy, and asked if I could again (not sure when he would let me next), but he said no, and to turn off my toy. Master continued to fuck me pretty hard for a few more minutes before he came. Twice. I love it when he is able to have multiple orgasms. It takes a lot out of him, but damn....it's satisfying for both of us. After I got cleaned up, he was inspecting his handy work. I think he realized he hadn't left a mark on my thighs because he bit down to give me one.

If this is just easing me into what he has in store for me for the weekend, I am all game for that. I mentioned an article I read about objectification to him, and how I might be interested in trying it, though I wasn't sure if I would enjoy being called "it". Just something to think about. I'm still hoping to find a decently priced cage. Cheapest I can find on craigslist so far is $65. Well, I found one for $35, but it doesn't look like it's in the best shape. I'd prefer a new one, but Peter made a good point; why spend the $130 on a brand new cage if it turns out I don't like being caged? I just hope we can find one that is a good price and was well maintained, and not all gross from the owner letting the dog eat shit and piss in it. I mean....if I like it, we can always re-sell the one we bought and get a brand new one. Right?

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Bought a new toy. Not sure if I give it a thumbs up or not yet.

When I got to Master's house on Friday, I had to let myself in, and went to his room. I think the sound of his dog barking his fool head off, and me opening his bedroom door is what woke him up. He took a nap after getting home from work due to a relatively bad head ache. My sister was going out with a friend for dinner, so we decided to go to a restaurant by my parents house, then go hang out with her for her birthday. Master was getting ready to get in the shower when he gave me a little pat on the bottom, and I remembered how he said I was to be spanked whenever I came over. So I teased him about not doing it. I totally meant it to be cute because I knew he wasn't feeling good when I came over. He jumped in the shower, and I went to lounge on the couch and played a game on my phone while I waited. When he got out, he went to go get dressed. I stayed where I was, totally involved in trying to beat my high score, when he came back out and told me to get up, and bend over on the couch. I did so, and he went to town on my bottom, with the demand I tell him who was in charge. Once he was done, he didn't let me get up. He reached in his back pocket and pulled out the paddle "and this is for bringing your spankings up to me". Taught me my lesson for mocking him basically, and then we went to dinner.

Saturday was yet another busy day. Peter worked early, and my back was killing me. I spent most of the day laying in bed in odd positions (which were strangely comfortable). When he got back, he tried to take care of me the best he could. He also teased me a bit. Spanking me here and there, then said when we got home that night, he was going to tie me up and spank me. Of course that excited me very much, even though I was in a bit of pain (though with the motrin he gave to me, I was feeling a little better). Since my favorite toy is basically shot (the wire connection is all kinds of fucked up), we went to a local sex shop to get me a new one. I didn't find one like my beloved broken toy, but I found one that had quite a bit of power, and to top it off...it was on sale. Since we weren't going to be able to use it for a while, I had to try and calm myself while we were out. After we got back from dinner and the street fair/concert (which the cops shut the music down mid-set...ugh), we were both exhausted. We still had sex, and he still gave me plenty of bruises on my legs from biting me (one is somehow in the shape of a heart), but there was no tying up. He did allow me to use my new toy. I wasn't as pleased with it as I was hoping unfortunately. I'm hoping I just need to learn how to use it though. My previous toy was solely for clitoral stimulation, and my new one was meant for insertion (but the bullet inside was at the tip, so would likely be easily used for clitoral as well). I mean....I got of with it, but it didn't feel as epic as my other toy. When we laid down to sleep, I said thank you before falling asleep. He patted my bottom "good girl".

Peter let me sleep in on Sunday, and allowed for my dog to come in bed with me when he got up. Peter made us some breakfast, then we went to hunt down some geocaches before heading to bdubs with some of his friends for the football game. Peter wasn't only being entertained by the game, or jokes between friends. He was also having fun grabbing onto my legs and pushing on my bruises, making me squirm. The first time he did it caught me totally off guard, and I squealed a little. We decided to go back to his place to make dinner instead of getting food there, then back out for a couple more geocaches. When we got back, Master ordered me to bend over his bed for my spankings. I questioned him because I thought I was to get them only when I came over. Apparently I didn't understand quite right...he meant every day that I was there, I was to get a spanking each day. We started to get riled up, but we both felt like we needed showers from running through the woods searching. He went first, then I jumped in to get clean. When I walked into his bedroom, he had the paddle, Wartenberg wheel, flogger, and some rope laid out on the end of the bed. He kissed me, and had me sit on the bed and hold my arms out. He proceeded to tie my wrists together. He said I had been such a good girl that day, and ordered me on my knees. My orders were to lick his balls while he stroked himself, then he let me take his cock in my mouth. I had control of my movements for a short time before he held my head and fucked my mouth. Next he told me to get up and bend over. Master told me how good of a girl I was, and asked if I wanted a special treat. I said yes, and he started to roll the wheel up and down my back. Light at first, slowly putting more pressure as he went on. He spoke to me in this lovingly dominant tone...I really don't know how else to explain it. He told me how good I was, and asked if I was enjoying my treat. I cried out in pain many times, but a good kind of pain. It hurt so much that it felt good. I know to those who aren't familiar with this type of sexual activity this doesn't sound right, but believe me....it is completely right for me. After a few minutes, he stopped and ran his hands up and down my back, cooing sweetly to me how good I was, and proceeded to paddle me. Then went back to the wheel. At one point, it felt like he was nearly about to break skin and instinctively, I sort of dove forward. He stopped, rubbed my back again, and asked why I did that, grabbing onto my hips and pulling me back towards him, and paddled me for moving. Next Master grabbed the flogger and dragged it up and down my back. He asked if it felt good, and if I wanted it. So far in my time as his slave, flogging is one of my favorite things. It feels incredibly good. Master then taunted me with the tip of his cock, feeling how wet I was becoming, then said not yet. He went on to switching between the wheel, paddle, and flogger until I was literally dripping (yes....once we were done, he said I actually dripped onto the bed, and my ass was at least 12 inches in the air). Master told me how good of a slave I was, and asked me if I wanted his cock, and to ask nicely for it. I did, and I did as I was told. The sex was incredible. It hurt a bit at first, too. It always seems to hurt a little every time he initially goes in, but he was also hitting so hard, and so deep that I couldn't help but cry out from the pain. He had me with my face down, and my ass up for him to penetrate, and smacked it a few times. At one point, he pulled me up to grab my nipples and twist them really hard. I pulled away a bit, and he came out of me. Since he hadn't told me to move, he spanked me, flipped me over, and scolded me. I tried to kiss and nibble on his neck. I didn't ask permission though, so he held my neck down to gain control of me again. Then Master bit my neck. I took a couple smacks to the face for not saying thank you. He told me I should consider everything he does to me a gift, and I am to remember to say thank you for each gift he gives me. I eventually felt as if I was ready to cum, and I asked...no, I begged for permission to cum. Everything was feeling soo good, I just knew it wouldn't take much for me to explode. He said I had been so good, he would allow it. He leaned up to touch me, and within a few seconds I was squirting everywhere. Master kept on and let me cum twice, very generous of him. His grin just kept getting wider. Master said how he loved the noises that were coming out of my whore mouth. How I was his personal fuck toy, and I was being an excellent fuck toy. I twisted my wrists in the ropes to feel the pain from them cutting off the circulation as he pounded into me even harder and I cried out. I told him how much I loved his cock, and how I wanted him to fill me until he came hard. He untied my wrists before he moved, and allowed me to go clean up.

When I came back, we discussed the evening, and he asked what I liked. I explained to him how much I enjoyed it all, especially how he was speaking to me. Like I said before, the way things sound depends on how turned on I get. It's not just with the sound of certain types of paddles, or the thud of a flogger. It's also the tone of voice at certain times. His voice was sweet, and gentle. Even though his actions were painful on my part, they felt full of love and adoration. For as violent as the whole bdsm lifestyle seems, it can be quite sensual and loving. I act out as a slave when I crave the punishment. This was the first time I ever received a treat for being good (other than little spankings here and there), and I have to say....I have never been more turned on. Don't get me wrong, I'm sure I'll act out when I begin to desire a punishment, but last night was fantastic.

Unfortunately my back is killing me today. I don't believe it has anything to do with our sex last night. Master was careful, and didn't really hit the spot that hurts. I'm slightly worried I have kidney issues because of where the pain is, but it's probably just muscle pain. If it doesn't go away, I will be seeing a doctor (even though it will cost me an arm and a leg due to no insurance). I should get to eating my lunch now. Hope everyone had a lovely weekend!