I started this blog with the blessing of Sir. I showed him the blog prior to any content being written. I asked if he wanted to view any posts before I published them, to which he said, "No." So I have published a few posts - and I had told him that I had done them. He had said that he wanted to read them, but then life happened. He promised to read it yesterday when we came home. We came home from running errands and he immediately started watching a game on TV. I did not want to nag him, but I was very frustrated. I huffed, I sulked, I was irritated and disappointed. When I realized that I was being petulant, I walked over to him, knelt before him, placed my head on his lap and said I was sorry. I immediately felt my submission and knew that was where I was supposed to be. He stroked my head and held it to him. When I began to get up, he held me in place and my stomach dropped. He wasn't ignoring me, he was doing what HE wanted to do, when HE wanted to do it. When the game ended, he turned off the TV and simply said, "Bed, now" and pointed.
I stood up and as I started walking, he told me to get the computer and the flogger.
As I came into our room, I set the computer in the middle of the bed and went to get the flogger. I came in, he held out his hand, took the flogger and he told me to 'assume the position.' Now I know when he has a spanking implement, that 'position' he refers to is me, naked, bent over the side of the bed. He lay in the middle of the bed with me over the side behind him. He was ignoring me - again! Argh.
He was quietly looking at the computer and I couldn't see him, see his face, tell what he was thinking. I was sooo nervous, worried, embarrassed, uncertain, anxious. Oh why did I think I could start a blog. Why did I think this was a good idea. What was I thinking? I close my eyes and focus on my breathing in an effort to calm my nerves.
He shuts the computer screen, gets off the bed and walks around. He tells me to give him my hand. Is he going to hit my hand? Is he unhappy? Did he find it displeasing?
ZZZZZ He unzips his pants?
He places his very hard cock in my hand and says, "I like what you wrote."
He liked it? OH - he like it!
He steps away from my hand and then OUWW! I forgot he had the flogger. He doesn't warm up, he simply flogs - VERY HARD over my ass. It is very thuddy. My breathing is picking up, moaning more while he's getting harder with each swing. It's almost like he is flogging something two feet on the other side of my ass. WOW breathe it's breathe intense breathe. I'm breathing harder, my head is beginning to get fuzzy.
"Spread your legs. NOW," he says and begins to flog my thighs and OH - my pussy. Wow - the flogger is wrapping around. OH OH - it's hitting, Aaahhh - it hit my clit. My breathing is so fast - all I hear is keening and panting - from me!
"Roll over and get up on my bed," he says - still flogging my legs. Keeping my eyes closed, I roll over onto my back and scoot, very ungracefully, to the middle of the bed. Without missing a beat he continues to flog me. He's flogging my stomach, my breasts. The falls land on my nipples and I can feel them hardening even further. Ahhh - how I love to have my breasts flogged.
He is still clothed, and I am naked. My skin is so sensitized. He mounts me and his clothes feel so abrasive. He fucks - hard, slamming into me. Oh his cock is so hard and - AAHH. With one hand he cups my breast and then pulls at my nipple. He rolls and twists as he pumping into me. Just as he pinches very hard, I open my eyes WIDE with a Holy Hell sort of look. He grabs the back of my neck and spins me so he is under me and pulls my ear to his mouth. With his free hand he pushes me down onto him and he pumps up to make an sound impact.
"Tell me," he says. I'm breathing so hard and feeling overwhelmed with sensation.
"TELL ME!" he says. Oh he's talking to me!
He's holding my head in place and spanking my ass with his free hand. What on EARTH is he talking about? He does this sometimes and I have NO idea how to form a single coherent thought, let alone what I should be thinking about telling him.
"Tell me what you are!" - spank
"TELL ME" - Spank SPANK
breathe, fiona. breathe. Shit, no, I mean speak fiona. Speak!
I whisper, "yours" on an exhale.
"What are you??"
"Yours," I say in a whisper, but with a little more intent.
"Good Girl," he says then continues with a growl, "you are MINE!"
With that, I arch my back and scream, throwing my head, he releases my hair and I cum. I can feel my pussy clenching around his cock. He must be able to feel it pulsing too, because he cums - loudly. There is very little that is more amazing than hearing Sir cum LOUDLY.
I feel his cock pulsing in answer to my pussy.
He grabs my back and holds me to him.
"I love you," I say to him. "I love you too - and fiona, you are MINE!" he repeats. In response to his statement, I roll off, bend over and clean his beautiful, hard cock with my mouth - affirming that indeed,
I AM HIS!
oh - and he LIKED my blog (YEA!!)