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.

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?