Intermission sex.

This past Sunday it was a lovely spring day, and there was a hockey game on. Peter and I sat down mid afternoon, after a nice morning at the museum, to watch the game. It wasn't going so well. When the first intermission came around, Peter pulled out his cock and told me to get to work. Right there on the couch, windows open. He told me to take my pants, panties, and bra off, but to leave my tank top on. He played with my tits as I knelt before him and sucked his cock. He got up and told me to lean over the couch so he could fuck me. The moment he slid inside of me, I lost my train of thought. Which means, I completely forgot about the windows being open (didn't remember until later when I felt a breeze on my ass). We have a very long couch, so we switched positions a lot to see where was a good place to fuck. One of my favorites was when he had me kneel on the couch and bend over the arm rest. When he was getting closer to cumming, he had me kneel on the floor. Sir told me to rub my pussy and suck his cock. I sucked and sucked until he was about to cum. He finished all over my face. His cum dripped down the frame of my glasses, down my cheeks. I licked my lips as his cum made its way to my lips. I was covered. He told me to cum for him before I could clean up. When I finally did, he wasn't done. Peter decided that he wanted to make me cum as well. I squirted all over the living room carpet. Once I finished, Peter grabbed me a towel to clean my face up. Once I had most of it wiped up, I went to the bathroom to get the towel damp and wash my face. By the time I was done, the game was already eight minutes or so into the second period. I suppose I could have been upset that I missed eight minutes, but.....I can't. I really enjoy the fun that Peter and I have together.

Tonight, we won't be able to have sex during the intermission since we're going to the game (and I'm not sure where we would be able to get away with having sex at in the arena). Our team is down in the series, and if they lose tonight, they are out of the playoffs. If they win, my god....I hope we have a little celebratory fuck when we get home.

That's all for now. Like I said, I wanted to try and update more, even if it's just a little here and there. Hopefully I'll have more soon. I keep waiting for things to calm down over here so we can actually sit down and work some sort of training out, but I swear once one thing starts to calm, something else gets crazy. We're just so....busy.

Almost all moved in!

I know I'm very overdue for an update, but I've been a busy bee!

Work + moving + extra work + getting organized + taking care of Peter + family drama = very stressed, very busy Kai.

I ended up moving into Peter's house on the 4th. Just clothes and a few other things. I went back to get more from my parents house that Thursday (the 6th), and ended up coming back with more food than "stuff". I went back the following Thursday again to grab more stuff while Peter was at work. He's been sick the last week and a half, so between everything that was going on and trying to take care of him...things have been crazy. Unfortunately I don't have anything too kinky to write about since we have both been very busy. Peter and I spent most of our free time trying to get things in order at the house, including going to Ikea and getting a new shelf for the living room to display some of my collectibles, books, and DVDs. Towards the end of my first week being there he started to not feel so well. He finally went to the doctor to find out he had a sinus infection. When he wasn't home and I was, I spent most of that time cleaning and disinfecting everything in the house, and tried to have soup ready for him when he got home from work. Peter has been working extra hours at work which hasn't been helping him get better, but finally he's starting to feel better.

We've had sex almost ever day that I've been living there except for the nights when he really wasn't feeling well. Last night, he came into the living room and told me to get up and take my clothes off so we could go have sex. I have been incredibly sensitive lately, luckily the good kind of sensitive, so I feel everything really well. The last few times, I've had to ask him to go really slow because it was very overwhelming. But last night he made me squirt more than I have in a while. I got some distance with it too. Yes, I even hit myself in the face with it. It's all very hilarious to me, but we just kept going. When we were finished, he allowed me to clean up then made me sit on a towel where I made my mess and soak it up before I changed the sheets, and threw the wet ones in the washer. I had bent over at one point, and he cracked me so hard on the ass that he left a very distinct hand print on my right butt cheek. He said he couldn't wait until he was better (I had asked him over the weekend if when he gets better if we can play again, and he said yes). Master says he is going to tie me up, use some toys, and have fun with me. I can't wait! Hopefully he's feeling better by the weekend.

I'm not 100% moved in yet, but we're getting there. I'd say about 75%. I bought a new storage shelf on Sunday that I still have to assemble to put seldom used pots and pans on it so we can make some room in the kitchen to have room for canned food and the like.

I should get a move on now. I have some work to do before I head out for lunch.

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.

Honesty....is key.

Peter and I finally got around to using his birthday gift Saturday afternoon. My concern with this gift was that it was three wheels instead of just the one, and that it would hurt more (and not in a good way). But I was excited none the less. When he used it, he did go gentle at first which tickled. He went a bit harder, and it started to feel really good. I was so surprised at how much I enjoyed it since I was still just getting used to the single wheel, but it was great!

Sunday, it made yet another appearance during sex. He ran it across my back like normal, but more on my ass and legs which I was loving ever second of it. Peter then had me flip over on my back, and started to roll it across my shoulders, collar bone, and up my neck. That when I started to freak out. The good kind of freak out. It sent all these incredible waves all over my body. The sensation was.....I have no idea how to explain it. had he been doing that, fucking me, and playing with my clit at the same time, I was sure to come. I just think that would have been difficult since he was holding himself up with one hand, fucking me, and rolling the wheel up and down my neck. Had a pretty good orgasm shortly after he stopped, squirting all over. Luckily we had a towel down (though it still leaked through to the sheets). We went to a show a few hours later, and I had a short skirt and a tank top on. Had it not been dark in there, and if anyone were to actually look, people would have seen little red dots all up and down the back of my legs, and a lot more on my shoulder. Peter was really loving my outfit thought because he kept putting his hand up my skirt as the artists played on stage. You'd think he was just going for my ass. He did that, yes, but he went up the front of my skirt more, and would pat my cunt, or slip the tip of his finger under my panties for a second. Everyone was so close together and it was so dark that I doubt anyone noticed. Peter was convinced that people were looking, praying that my skirt would fly up or that I'd bend over. I really enjoy the fact that he finds me that sexy where he thinks other do too. Since being with him, my confidence level has gone up dramatically. Obviously a good thing! Had he not had to work the next morning at 3am (and we didn't get back until roughly 1:30am), we probably would have had sex from all the excitement, but he wanted to get a little bit of sleep.

Normally I go home on Sundays, but since it was so late I stayed. I've started to take my dog over to his house every time I come over, so she was still there on Monday. I went over to his place, and we had a taco night. Quite delicious! His first time having vegetarian tacos, and he really enjoyed them. After dinner, we sat around for a bit, letting our stomachs settle, before going to the bedroom to have sex. The sex was wonderful, as it usually is. He made me come so hard and squirt so much that after the first orgasm, he laughed and said he felt like he should be wearing his swimsuit for this. I giggled, and he pulled me down on the bed so I was laying in my mess (even though I was already covered in it since it shot off like a fountain all over my stomach and tits), and apparently he wasn't done. He started to fuck me again and a few seconds later, went back to rubbing my clit like a mad man. I came hard, again. And squirted a lot, again. He laughed, pulled me down again (by now, the wet spot was up to my head and all the way down to my ass), and fucked me until he came. He pulled out to come all over me. Made me lick up what got on him, then left to go clean himself up and get me a washcloth. By now, the wet parts of the mattress were so cold. I was shivering from that, plus the "sex legs" that I tend to get. I cleaned up, he took the sheets off the bed to throw them in the wash, and told me to use a towel to soak up the mess I made from the mattress.

As I knelt on the towel, and pushed into the mattress, we started to talk. I was debating if I should even post this in here or not because it's more about life and "my crazy", but I realize it makes good sense to discuss this. Who knows, someone out there might have the same issues, and see that they're not alone. Peter was asking if it was good for me, and I told him yes, although I really wanted a good beating and have for some time now, I just didn't want to bring it up. I was worried that it would be wrong of me because I wouldn't want him to think I was calling the shots and telling him what to do. This is when the conversation took a turn, and I got emotional. We had previously had a conversation about how he doesn't ever want me to be 100% submissive, and that he doesn't want a complete slave; he wants to have his girlfriend too. Which I have no problems with, and I told him this. Though there apparently was a bit of a misunderstanding on my end. I thought he just meant in life in general, not in the bedroom. Through tears, I explained this to him. I swear, if I were a superhero my superpower would be the power to cry uncontrollably when I get nervous or just a little bit anxious. I would be the lamest superhero ever. He explained that he meant for it to be all the time, and that I can speak up. If I want a good beating during sex, I need to tell him. Peter said if I don't speak up, eventually I would probably end up being frustrated from not being satisfied how I want to be and go somewhere else. I don't think I would because I love him for so much more than just how he pleases me sexually. Which lead to another problem that I somehow created in my head. I'm afraid to tell him that I want the beatings because I don't want him to think I only want rough sex all the time. I explained to him that all of this stuff is fairly new to me. I mean, I've dabbled here and there with some rough sex, but nothing this rough. So it's all new, and extremely exciting for me. So of course I'm going to crave it more, but I just don't want him to think that is all I want. He understood, and told me not to worry so much. He also brought up how maybe we should take the roles out of the equation until I can get used to asking for what I want, or at least come up with some sort of way for me to tell him. I was really reluctant at first to skip the roles because honestly, part of what gets me all hot and bothered is knowing that I am his. But I can still be his without the pressure. Of course, all of this "pressure" is my own damn fault. I expect too much of myself. I've been trying so hard to get out of my head. Peter thinks I shouldn't try so hard, and just let go. Easier said than done, I know. I'm seriously a work in progress. I finally finished soaking up what I could of my mess, he kissed me a bunch, and we went to snuggle and watch TV in the living room.

This week I'm actually quite busy with work. I'm not sure when I'll get to see Peter. Probably Friday. I will do my best to ask for what I want too. It is my plan. I can't say if I will want a fierce beating or not by this weekend, but I probably will. I still want one really bad right now, but we'll see.

Not so kinky, still lots of sex.

As I had hoped, I finished shopping last week for Master's birthday. Bought him some really cool knickknacks and action figures, as well as a three wheel Wartenberg wheel. I asked my friend Addy to join me for the shopping trip. She had never been to the store I had to go to before, so it was an interesting time.She giggled a lot, but was not entirely put off by some of the things in there. I saw a set of shackles that looked really awesome, but I didn't ask how much they were. I'm sure they're up there in price, and I didn't want to get too excited about something that was too out of my price range. I asked the woman about a particular type of nipple clamps that I know he wanted to get. She said they don't make them, and then suggested a chastity cock ring of sorts. When I told her "no, he wouldn't like that", she laughed a little and replied with "ahh, who cares what he likes". I'm pretty sure she got it when I said "he does, he's in charge", because she dropped the suggestion and went to grab the Wartenberg for me. It turned out I had made a good decision in going to that store because the wheel was $10 cheaper than the one I had seen before at another store. After we left, Addie started to ask if she heard me right when I said "he's in charge". I explained a little to her. I thought she was squeamish about hearing things like that, so I never told her much of any detail. Turns out she just doesn't want to know about the squirting or the use of the spreader bar. After she left, I started to wrap the gifts. I made sure I put the wheel in a box big enough to where he wouldn't know what it was right away (and make it so it doesn't rattle if he were to shake it).

That was Thursday after I got home from work. While I was at work though, Master had sent me a text asking if I could come over that night instead of waiting until Friday. So after all the gifts were wrapped, I headed out to his place. I went to sleep not long after I got there, and he woke me up when he got in from work for sex. Friday was sort of the same thing. He had to work until midnight again, except this time I didn't go home. I decided to go shopping for some new dressy clothes. Picked up two shirts, a vest, pair of pin-stripped pants, and some bangles. I spent the evening knitting, and watching terrible movies in bed on my laptop. When Master got home, I had fallen asleep while watching episodes of Firefly, so he had to wake me up and move my laptop. The initial reason he was waking me up when he got home from work was for sex, but we always end up talking for a few minutes first before we start to go for it. I really do love waking up for him to have sex with. Though I told him if he ever wants to, he is more than welcome to actually wake me up with some sexing moves (depending if he's feeling more Master-like, or passionate).

I wore some of my new clothes for work on Saturday. The whole drive back to his place, he would touch me periodically. When we got back, we went right for the bedroom. He had me take everything off except for the vest. Apparently he really liked my vest because he encouraged me to wear whenever I want, and to get more. After that, I just felt incredibly sexy that day. Sure the new clothes (and the fact that dress pants really make my ass look awesome) probably had something to do with it, but he really knows how to make me feel beautiful, and I love him for that. At some point I mentioned to him how I've been seeing pictures on Fetconnect of the marks people get on their behinds, and I was really excited to get to that level. I've only had a few pretty gnarly marks here and there, but nothing like these ones. I asked if he would be able to help me get to that point. Master explained he already was. See, I can't really tell how much my pain tolerance goes up because I'm feeling it all the time. He knows how much force he puts behind each swing, so he can tell the difference, and he says I have grown more of a tolerance since we started. I believe he is very proud of me for that. I'm proud of myself, too.

Since Peter's work schedule had be changed again, it meant he had Sundays off. We hadn't had a chance to watch the Sunday morning news and drink coffee in a while, so we took advantage of this. We even did it in bed. Since my kidney infection, I haven't had more than two very small cups of coffee (and when I did that, it hurt like hell). He said I could have one normal sized cup to see how my body reacted. We curled up in bed, drank our coffee, and made fun of the Sunday news (it's seriously ridiculous, and we love it). We then had a really big breakfast (eggs, pancakes, and vegetarian bacon), followed by some pretty great sex before heading off to do some comic hunting. We're on the hunt for specific comics to take to the convention for Stan Lee to autograph. Never found them, but we still have some time. We did a little geocaching before we got rained on, then went back. We were in a snuggling mood (it seems rain will do that to us). Apparently rain will also put us in a sexing mood as well. This sex was pretty different from others. I may have mentioned it before but if not...I don't orgasm very often from penetration alone. It's very rare, and usually very small. He has given me a couple over the course of our relationship, which is pretty fantastic. This time was different. I came more than once (not like a multi where I just keep going one after the other, they were more spaced out). And to top it off, the last one I had I actually squirted. We were both really shocked by this, and he couldn't stop smiling. It was pretty great. Though he said he was done for a while, and that I broke him. He was really sore from all the sex. I massaged his thighs a bit while we watched episodes from the first season of Friends to try to make him feel better.

Later that night, we were going to his room to cuddle before I had to leave. He had me kneel down and we took measurements for my collar. I'm very excited to be collared by him. I don't know when it will happen, but it looks like it will, and I will be very grateful for the honor.

I'm looking forward to his birthday on Thursday. I have all those gifts to give him, plus I'm taking him out to dinner, and then making cupcakes for his party on Friday. Plus I finally get to wear that new school girl skirt I bought. I really wish it was a bit longer so that I could wear it for the party. I just fear my ass would hang out a bit too much, and it would be really inappropriate. Hopefully he has gained his strength back so we can have a lot of fun, especially with the new wheel. I won't lie, I'm a little nervous about this wheel. One wheel is painful enough, but three? I'm excited and nervous at the same time. More excited than nervous though. He knows me pretty well, and he won't give me more than he knows I can handle.

Hopefully I have a more kinky update next time for all you pervs out there. xo

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.

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!

A great weekend for sex.

Wow! What a weekend. It all revolves around two friends of ours who had their wedding this weekend. But to properly tell the story without confusion, I have to give a little history. Let me start by explaining how Peter and I met.

We first started talking online (yes, one of those internet dating sites). He sent me a message on I think it was a Thursday, saying he believed he saw me at the local comic book convention the previous month, and I sent him one back either later that day or the next (it was possible that he saw me there). I didn't normally have a chance to check my messages over the weekend, and that didn't change for this one. I had a fairly packed weekend, including going to my friend Lyn's wedding shower on Sunday (my sister was one of the bridesmaids). After the shower was over with, we stuck around and talked to Lyn while she waited for her hubby-to-be and his friends to come pick up all the gifts and load them in the cars. When they walked in, I noticed one of the guys looked very familiar, and asked Lyn what his name was (I already knew his name from his message, and I was positive it was him, I just wanted to get the low-down on him if she knew). She knew him, and said he was really nice and that I should go talk to him. I started to walk up to him as my sister and I were leaving, gave him the whole raised eyebrow/point/smile, and he returned it with a point/look of surprise/smile. We talked very briefly because I noticed my sister was no longer behind me, so I had to run. Turns out, he was part of the bridal party as well (him and Thom, the groom, go back). Basically, it went from there to where we are now.

This past Thursday was the rehearsal dinner for their wedding. I started to not feel good on the way out to the ceremony site, and it kept coming and going (but not completely away). I got some aspirin from Lyn at dinner, then when Peter and I got back to his house, he took care of me. My headache had finally gone away by midnight, and we weren't all that tired yet. So....we do what we always do when we're not quite ready to go to bed. We had sex. It was incredibly passionate. The kind where all you do after is just hold each other. You don't even move once the deed is done, you just.....calm your breathing, hold and kiss each other. Very sweet, and....different. Peter noticed it too. He even mentioned something about it. How it felt different, but a good kind of different. He kept smiling and telling me how much he loved me, and how beautiful I was. We talked about it for a good 20 minutes post coitus, then snuggled up and went to sleep.

Friday I left work a few minutes early to get to Peter's house as soon as I could. Lyn and Thom's wedding was the next day, and I still needed shoes and a necklace. The place I had to go to for my shoes is not only right by his house, but it's only open until 6pm, so we had to book it over there. I got a pair of shoes, though they weren't the ones I wanted, Master approved of them. Peter wanted to take me out to dinner at this cute little vegan/vegetarian restaurant that I had been raving about to him for a while now, so we went out there. He absolutely loved it, which was good since I do too. After we had our delicious dinners, we walked over to the kink shop that was in that little downtown area to get the necklace I had my eye on. It was a six row rhinestone choker. I knew it would work perfect with the dress Master picked out for me to wear. When we got back, I told him I would try on my shoes and choker. When he came into his room....that is all I was wearing. He bent me over his bed and smacked my ass several times before fucking me. He was hitting it so hard and deep, my knew heels put me at the perfect height for this to happen. He told me to get on my back, and I asked him, no, begged him for my release. He didn't know if I had earned it, so I had to tell him why I deserved it. I told him how earlier in the day I had touched myself, but wouldn't let myself cum...and that I did it for him. He immediately stopped fucking me, held my ankles, and smacked the hell out of my ass, then went back to fucking me. Holding me down, and demanded I beg more and tell him how much I love his cock. I did just that. Eventually he let me make myself cum while he continued to fuck me, and when I did....Ok, I know I squirt, I feel it. This time....I saw it. Another geyser, and it went high enough to get all over my tits. Somehow I not only came again immediately following that orgasm, I also squirted for the second time. This excited and pleased my master so much, he flipped me back over, pushed my face down into the mess I made on his bed, fucked the hell out of me. He pulled out so he could cum all over my ass, and told me I could go clean myself up. Sleep that night was good, enough though he had to put his back up sheets on (which are like sandpaper compared to his normal ones) and we had no comforter.

Saturday I had to drop him off at Lyn and Thom's house (where there guys were getting ready), then I went back to my parents house to get ready. The wedding itself was beautiful. The reception was a blast. Peter and I had our fair share of inappropriate moments in the photo booth. Master had to drive us back to his house, I was three-sheets to the wind, and in absolutely no condition to even say the word "drive". He had a little fun with me on the way (it was a good 45 minute drive back). On the freeway, he had me take my breasts out and rub, pinch, and twist my nipples when he said to. Then touch myself until right before I was going to cum, and stop. Then the moment I calmed, he had me start again and do the same thing. By now, I'm all ready to go, and yet he tells me to cover myself back up, and wait patiently until we were back. I was to take off my panties before entering the house, go to his bedroom, take off the rest of my clothes, and kneel on the floor with my hands behind my back. Now, when I'm intoxicated, Master has rules about not playing too hard because my pain threshold is different, so everything was pretty light. I get very talkative when I get drunk, so I started saying things to him to get him all riled up more. A lot of stuff went down, and I didn't remember most until the next day. Some things that were involved include ass play, and a lot of it. Followed by me being forced on my knees for my Master to cum on my face. I was ordered to crawl to the bathroom to clean myself up, and wash my face. As I slowly made my way to the door (eyes closed because well....I couldn't really open them), Master pushed his finger in my ass to get me moving quicker a few times. I will say this right now: false eyelashes do not hold up well when covered in cum. Haha. When I came back, I begged to be able to cum. He said I could, but I had to do it myself. I was having the hardest time holding the feeling to orgasm. I started to say thing to get him riled up enough so that maybe he would take over. I need to make this clear: When I'm in a relationship, I keep it monogamous. I do not like to share, nor do I like to be shared. I have been with a girl in the past, and I am not a fan, therefor a three-some is out of the question. That being said....talking about it during sex can be fun. I have done it in the past, but unfortunately the boy would always think I was serious (even though I told him it wasn't going to happen). Master is very aware of my feelings on this, and understands. He doesn't want to share me either, but the thought of it is quite a turn on for us both. I talked about him doing all the things we actually want to do. Eventually, instead of him taking over, he was ready for round two. I clean up from that, at he orders me to cum. I ask to use my toy, he allows me. I still have the broken one (dammit all to hell, I need a new one), but I try anyway. It takes forever, and once he started threatening to not let me because I was taking so long, I finally did. Apparently I got too greedy though because I wanted more, and Master said no. When I didn't listen, I got my punishment. Master got out the cane, whipped my thighs and tapped on my hand until I stopped (which was quick).

Sunday we had to drop off his tux at the mall, and while we were there we stopped in Victoria's Secret. I haven't bought a bra from there in years (and I've only ever owned one bra from there), hell...I haven't shopped there period in years. I was in desperate need of a new bra, and I found one that fit. Master approved of the color (hot pink), and helped me pick out three pairs of underwear: spiderwebs with red lace, black with white polka dots and white lace, and white with black polka dots and black lace (they were all cheeky panties). When we got back, I showered and then tried everything on for him. I had just the bra and black panties on when he told me to climb on top of him. When we had sex, I only had the bra on. I actually liked it that way. I have never felt sexier in just a bra than I did then. Somehow, that bra made me feel hot (Peter saying how sexy I was as he grabbed hold of my hips as I rocked against him probably had something to do with it too). I seriously love that man.

Peter is cooking me dinner tomorrow night. Not sure what yet, but I'm really excited! I'm going to try and update this a little more often so that there aren't these huge weekly entries (unless that is more convenient for anyone who reads this). I'll see what I can do.

Anyway, I should get going. I have a few things to do before I head to bed for the night.

Personal slut.

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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?