An End To Friday

Sorry for the delay…I typed my notes but couldn't finalize a post until today.

Well, after one hell of a full day,
Master indeed turned off the lights
and announced that we were going to bed
at 9:20.  

NINE-TWENTY-PM!  

Can't remember the last time THAT happened!

He brought me upstairs and …

sadly at this point, I can't remember all that happened.
my mind is pretty mushy!

He told me to get naked
"And no talking, fiona." he added.
I talked, almost immediately
-- but I thought it was legit - I had a question --
Nope, he bent me over and spanked me as a correction.

Then he told me to stay right where I was,
next to the bed,
hand above my head.
He brought out clamps and
after twisting and pinching, he clamped my nipples.

Then, as I was gasping through the burn, 
he left and retrieved the toy box
He set it on the bed and then laid across the bed.
He told me to show him each item in the box.

I proceeded to unlock the box and
pulled each item out and then was told,
leave it on the bed or put in a pile to put back.

We had an intimidating pile at the end
and
…it made me smile :)

Unceremoniously, He pulled the nipple clamps off,
and as my mouth opened to gasp for air 
as the blood rushed back into my 
nipples, he shoved the dick gag in my mouth
and strapped it around my head.

He then put an eye mask on me
and my world was plunged into darkness.

the first wrapping - prior to cinching them
and binding my hands.  

He then quickly wound my breasts with rope…

I haven't had my breasts bound before…
and have wanted it … 
forever!

OMG, He bound my breasts!!

He then re-clamped my nipples 
and attached me…my nipples...to closet.

I sway back accidentally….ouch!

He pressed up against me from behind 
and kissed behind my ear.

He then stepped back and…
crops my ass….

Oh…the predicament.
I can't move or it pulls my nipples,
and yet, he's all but forcing movement 
by cropping my ass…and NOT softly!

Commands me to widen my stance
and as I kind of scoff…
of course not talking because of the gag…
because - I have no space for motion…

He begins to crop my thighs.

I start to gingerly widen my stance,

until they are wide enough apart

once again…the predicament…

motion required and motion causing nipple pulling.

Then he crops my pussy…

Oh…the overwhelming feelings!

throbbing nipples, bound, gagged, blindfolded, burning ass and stinging thighs and now…my pussy being cropped!

He sais he wants to get the gigantic purple dildo 

and put it in…

"O, ii oooh uuay"

"O, ii oooh uuay"

"Oh you think it's too dry for you to take it?"

"AAH II OOOH UUAY"

"We'll see. You will take it and then you can tell me if it was too dry."

Oh holy fuck…I CAN'T

AND I'm standing up…even harder to get the right angle.

He leave and I hear the condom tearing that will sheath the dildo.

FUCK!

Then I feel the dildo between my legs and I

consciously try to relax.

It's the only thing I can do. 

I'm bound…gagged…blindfolded…

It's really up to him, and in the end,

that's what I really love…

Him taking what He wants even if I don't!

He starts with the dildo and rubs it along my slit.

He starts pushing it in with tiny thrusts…

and I breath and relax and ….

It's going in!  

It's going in and not too painful!

Wow…I'm totally shocked and proud and …

mmmmmmm, that feelmmmmmmmm ahhhhhh

He unclamps my nipples and tells me to move.

He navigates me by the dildo between my legs…like a handle.

I feel so … objectified… and hot and horny and cherished.

(ya, I know, weird, but there you have it)

He KNEW what I needed and was kind enough to give it to me!

He puts me on the bed on my back and lays beside me.

He spreads my legs wide apart and puts my hands above my head

He starts suckling my nipples - which are so sensitive!

I just about come off the bed and his hand is between my legs

and he starts fucking me with the gigantic dildo.

There was a LOT that happened…

he satisfied His goal…he fucked my pussy 

until it was so tired it couldn't cum again…

AND THAT'S A LOT OF CUMMING!

(and I recall him coming like a fucking freight train as well.)

Oh was this a fabulous end to Friday, or what?

My Predicament (Part 2)

continued from My Predicament (Part 1)
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Roughly ten minutes later I hear the door open.
The light turns on, not that I can see anything of import with the blindfold on.

Sir returns and caresses me.
He jiggles my breasts again, and kisses my temple.
"Oh, fiona, you look beautiful.
I love having you here waiting for me."

"Thank you, Sir," I reply.
Oh I adore the opportunity to serve him.
I adore how he makes me feel.

He asks how my hands and nipples are doing,
making it clear that if I need something, he may consider.
Oh the thrill of him saying that he MAY change something,
but clarifying that he will only do it if it pleases him to do so.

That power exchange....right there, that's one of my biggest kinks.
I love that I give him my power, willingly AND he takes it!

I explain that I'm fine.
I thank him for putting me here.
He spanks me again and then give me a hard crop.

My head falls back and my mouth opens.
He pulls my ponytail hard, and without any warning,
Shoves a dildo in my mouth.

He lays the base of the dildo on the shelf in front of me.
He then asks me to spread my legs.

Now, I can barely step flat footed on the ground
without my nipples burning because of the clamps.
I go up on my tip toes and open my legs.

He takes the glass dildo and rubs it on my clit.
I am so wet, so very wet.
He slides it inside and fucks.
It doesn't take very long before I'm sucking hard on the dildo
sucking hard and long and cumming apart.

He tells me to close my legs and keep the dildo in.

He steps up close behind me.
He reaches his hands around and cups my breasts and
jiggles them slightly and the clamps are stimulating.

He kisses my temple, then turns around and leaves.

Lights go out.
Door to the closet is shut.
Door to the room is locked and shut.

It's dark, music playing and I wait for my Sir.

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My Predicament (Part 1)

I walk into our closet and Sir locks the door.
The sounds system is playing my favorite playlist.

He undresses me and touches my body.
He is gentile, loving, intoxicating.

He gives me the nipple clamps that hook onto the closet shelves.
"Put them on, fiona," he commands.
I put them on while Sir gets out the toys from his toy box.

He puts the blindfold on me and I'm lost.
He places cuffs on each wrist and I feel safe and secure.

He turns me around and places me up against the shelves.
He hooks my nipple clamps to the shelving
They pull, but not too much.

He hooks the wrist cuffs to the shelves above my tits.

I'm secure.

He spanks me with his hand.
"You're going to spend the evening in here, fiona.
I'm going to go outside and play with the kids.
You stay right here.  (like I could do anything else)
I'll come back and check on you."

He spanks the whole time he's talking.
He steps away and uses his broken crop on me.
It hurts...Really hurts.
I can't twist or turn or cover.
I'm stuck in place.
But the sting eventually turns to warmth.

He steps up close behind me.
He reaches his hands around and cups my breasts and
jiggles them slightly and the clamps are intense.

He kisses my temple, then turns around and leaves.

Lights go out.
Door to the closet is shut.
Door to the room is locked and shut.

It's dark, music playing and I wait for my Sir.

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Fantasy Fulfilled (Part 4)

This is continued from Part 1, Part 2 & Part 3.  It's also the end.  

I can hear some guy talking to Sir downstairs.  NO, it's not what you think.  I think the damn electrician stopped by early.  He wasn't due until this afternoon.  I must say, hearing Sir conducting the business of our home with someone else - all the while I am bound, blindfolded, gagged, collared and have an enormous dildo stuck in my, now very well used, pussy upstairs is ....  HOLY HELL HOT!

except, ummm...except, he didn't put his large flannel shirt over me, so, umm, I'm not feeling hot.

I breath, I meditate, I - I ...

Shit, I have to pee.

Actually, now I'm cold and I have to pee.

He's talking - what on earth are they doing, it's taking forever.  I can hear them walking around.  Oh My God, are they chaty-fucking-cathys??

I have this mental struggle between the calm of meditation and the knowledge that I am getting colder and colder and have to pee!

"ah-a-a-a"

I startle myself.  I must have just made that noise.  I hadn't intended to make a noise.  Wow, how did that whimper escape me?  No, focus fiona.

I breath, focus on meditation...

I start to cry, gently.  I'm not aware of it until the tears runs down my cheek.  They aren't able to escape down the side of my head, because the blindfold is absorbing them.  I'm not really that upset, I think I am simply emotionally raw from the system overload.

I am soooo completely consumed with myself, I don't even  hear him open the door.  He's by my side in a flash and untying me.  "What's wrong, fiona?"  He says in a slow and steady, concerned voice.  "I'm so cold and I really have to pee,"  I say.  I expect him to pull off the blindfold and let me up.  I don't move from the position he put me in, though I am no longer bound there.  He places on warm hand on my chest, grounding me, then moves the other to The Dildo.  He starts to move it slowly in and out.  I cum almost immediately.  You know, full bladder and all.

Once he's pulled one orgasm from me, he starts to move the dildo a bit faster.  He's moving it in and out and then side to side - almost stretching me.  He's not being gentile anymore.  He pulls me over to the side of the bed onto my side and moves my hands, still above my head, but pulls my legs so that they are completely open.  I'm half on my side and half on my back.  He unzips his pants with one hand...I guess when your stiff cock is holding your pants in place, it kinda acts like another hand.  He takes it out of his boxers, grabs the back of my head and I instinctively open my mouth.

"Close your mouth, fiona."  Ahhh, no I want cock...  He takes his cock and smears his precum all over my face.  He rubs and smacks.  Oh, how objectifying.  His next command comes with one word, "Open!"  I do and am immediately rewarded with a cock in my mouth.

I am making the  noises of a rabid animal.  I am truly out of my body.   He flips my legs so that I am mostly on my stomach with my head to the side still firmly latched around his throbbing member.  He pulls The Dildo from my pussy and pushes it against my tight rosebud.  OH - OH...I'll need a gallon of lube before that thing is going to be able to enter me, and that's IF it's even able to!  SHIT.

As I begin to panic about the dildo and my tiny, tiny opening (compared to the massive shaft he's about to shove in there), I realize I have stopped sucking on his cock.  He moves my mouth so that his pleasure is not diminished.  If I stop sucking, he'll fuck my mouth just the same.   I don't know if all of the orgasms and endorphins have caused me to leave my body, or if I am just soaring weightlessly in subspace, but I have a moment, where my entire body relaxes.  My rosebud blooms.  My breathing softens and he's pushed The Dildo into me.  My ass stretches to accommodate and the guttural noises involuntarily coming out of my body are unfamiliar to me.  He's fucking both ends of me.  I have
 T H E    M O S T    A M A Z I N G     O R G A S M!

I truly don't know what happened next.  I know that I was on my stomach with a ridiculously large dildo in my ass and a beautiful work of art in my mouth.  The next moment, I look up and for the first time since this adventure started, I can see.  He's removed my blindfold and the glorious Dom of a man is staring into my eyes.  He's hovering over me, pumping his cock into my gushing pussy.  I still have The Dildo stuck in my ass, though it is no longer moving, so my pussy is tighter around his cock.  He pins me to the bed with his gaze as he fucks.  I am really outside of this whole scene.  I see him.  I feel him.  But yet, I don't.

He throws his head back and cums with a scream.  Oh, it's like seeing a wild animal after a hunt and I have so enjoyed being his prey.


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I am sore as I write this.  I have have been WELL used!  I have constant reminders of the flogging, the clamping and the hours of fucking.  Every time I feel....um....something, I smile.  I am happy!

Fantasy Fulfilled (Part 3)

This is continued from Part 1 & Part 2...more to come...

I am warm, comfortable, and calm.  I feel the enormous dildo in my pussy.   I am secure in my place and His.  As I am bound, collared, gagged and blindfolded, I am exactly how he wants me to be and exactly where he wants me to be.

I hear him walking down the hall.  I hear him open the door.  He walks over to me, pulls up his flannel shirt that was covering me and opens my legs.  He sits on the bed beside me and places a hand on my thigh, gently holding it in place.  Oh that hand is so gentile and comforting, yet wields the power take what he wants.  He begins to masturbate me slowly.

"Now fiona, I want you to tell me if you get sore.  Do you understand?  If you're sore, it's ok. I'll flip you over and use this in your ass.  Do you understand me, fiona?"

"uh-hu" I grunt through the ball gag.  Wow, that threat  statement, fills me with desire, deep and dark.  I simultaneously want him to use The Dildo in my ass and am terrified that I won't be able to take it - it's huge remember.  Oh, what is wrong with me?

He stands up, tells me to leave my legs butterflied.  *FUD*, he flogs my inner thighs.  He hits one and then the other.  Ah, it feels soooo good.  He moves so he's flogging my puss.  The small falls are tied in tiny knots.  They wheedle inside the folds of my pussy.  The larger knots hit my mound, my thigh, Ahhh.  He moves the falls upward and begins to flog my breasts.  It feels so good, but every time a large knot hits my nipple, my back flies off the bed.  It's like the clamps are being removed again.  They are so sensitive!  Oh, how I love to be flogged EVERYWHERE!  It's insane!

He puts the flogger down and leans in.   He sucks my nipple and it feels so good.  It feels like hot velvet engulfing my nipple.

He kneels on the bed and grabs my hair.  He pulls me up - as far as I can go given my restraints.  He pulls the ball gag out of my mouth and commands me to open my mouth.  He shoves his cock to the back of my throat and holds my head there.   As if I wasn't blazing before, I begin to suck like my life depended on it.  I am ravenous.  He reaches between my knees and moves the dildo in and out.  As he reaches a good pace with the dildo, he pulls my head on and off and is fucking my mouth at a pace that matches the dildo.  My mind goes blank and that electric surge, that starts in my core - moves quickly to my fingers and toes begins.  The electricity of my climax then surges through my limbs to my pussy and all of my energy flows to my pleasure points.   I feel so humiliated, so objectified, so used and taken and controlled.  Oh, how I love this!

*KNOCK*   *KNOCK*   *KNOCK*

ARE  YOU
F  U  C  K  I  N  G
KIDDING ME?????

He quickly sets me back down, pushes the dildo far into my pussy, zips up his pants, and walks to the door.  With an evil tone to his voice, he tells me not to move and giggles under his breath.

AARRGGHH!!

Fantasy Fulfilled (Part 2)

This is continued from Part 1...more to come...


He gives me a minute to control my breathing and come back to myself.  It takes a few minutes to be able to respond, to be able to move.  He tells me to lay on his bed.  I do as requested and he is by my side with a blindfold.  He places it over my eyes and secures it behind my ponytail.  My sense of sight is gone.

He takes my right ankle and ties .... YES ... a rope around it (oh how I love rope).  The rope itself is soft, but it is tied tightly - though he takes care to make sure my circulation is alright.  He ties the other end of the rope to a finial on the bed and pulls.  My right leg pulls down and open.  He takes my left ankle in his hand and deftly repeats the process.  This time when he pulls, not only does he pull my left leg apart, but my lips also open slightly, sending a shiver through my body as cool air hits my soft wet folds.

I can hear so clearly when I'm blindfolded.  I hear him pick up something that has metal on it, it's quietly jingling.  He cuffs my wrists and quickly connects them to the top bars on the headboard.  My arms can bend, but there is not enough slack for them to touch each other.  I then feel his hand at my neck and he is collaring me with a large wide leather collar with a ring.  He tightens it so that it is snug.  He then tugs at the ring and I can literally feel a bead of moisture escape my pussy.  I am collared and restrained.

I hear the jingle again, but instead of metal, I feel his warm fingers.  He begins to pull and twist my nipples.  He hardens both nipples and I am beginning to moan and move slightly when cold, hard, unforgiving, metal, hurt like a hell, Japanese clover clamps are placed on each nipple.  

"Oh, Oh, OHHHH, those, those, OHHH, they, oh, OHHH, hurt, theyhurt, theyhurttheyhurttheyhurt," I quickly spit out.  The clamps are biting, burning.  Oh, they burn and pinch and feel like my nipple may just be pulled off of my body - SHIT I hope that doesn't happen!  My nipples are on fire.  I slow my breathing and process the pain.  "They hurt," I say more calmly.  

"It is too much?" Sir asks patiently.  

"no, but just barely," I respond.

Sir lays my knee to the side and gently lays a hand on my thigh.  I love how grounded that touch makes me feel.  He instructs me to hold my knees out in a butterfly position - as much as possible with my ankles tethered.  He opens my pussy lips and without ceremony, simply dribbles lube down my fold.  It starts at my clit and feels like ice sliding down to my opening.  He takes ..... um .... oh that's The Dildo! I feel.  He's got the head of The Dildo smearing the lube up and down my slit.  Oh, I feel so...what am I feeling....I feel like he's playing with someTHING, that he's working with an inanimate object.  He takes the head of The Dildo and shoves it inside of me.  It's tight and he's being none-too-gentile.  He shoves it to the end of my opening so that it's resting on my cervix.  He leaves it there for a minute and leans up to my ear.

He whispers, "You need this.  You're going to be played with for hours.  You're going to be a good girl and stay right here and take everything that I want to give you.  What do you say?"

"Thank you, Sir." I respond in anticipation.  Oh, I want!  My nipples hurt, my pussy is full, I am bound, collared and blindfolded and I WANT!

Simultaneously, he begins to fuck my pussy with The Dildo and he pulls the FUCKING chain on the FUCKING clover clamps.  Pain and pleasure.  "OOOOOOOOHHHHH"  I SCREAM.  I come apart and he's fucking me hard.  He's ripping orgasms our of me, one after another.  I stop breathing, I arch my back and open my mouth in a silent scream.  As I do this, he removes the clovers and all of a sudden I realize that my nipples had stopped feeling...um....they stopped feeling at all, as I reached one of my climaxes.  But HOLY SHIT, as he removes them, I continue my silent scream but in a non-quiet manner.  Thank God the house is empty, the people three blocks away may have just heard me.

Sir stops as quickly as he started.  He shoves The Dildo deep into my puss and then commands me to close my legs.  He explains that he has a lot of work to do and that I need to to be quiet.  He then pushes the large ball gag into my mouth and fastens it.  He tells me that he will come back and check on me.  He covers me up with one of his large flannel shirts, kisses me, tweaks my nipples (HOLY OUCH), then tells me to be good and not to move.

Ha...I'm bound, gagged, collared and filled...how could I not be good?

Timing is everything.  His work phone rings and he answers it, walking out of the room and shutting the door.