Switch Girl

Written after our switchy day 

(by my Master girl):

It all began in the shower.

This afternoon after getting some exercise,

my master and I hit the shower. 

She was dirty but I felt really dirty. 

After a quick wash down that she did of my body, 

I began to wash her. 

I scrubbed her face, breasts, arms and backside. 

Then I moved down. 

I scrubbed her amazing pussy 

    she recently shaved so it was nice and smooth. 

I dipped my finger into her pussy ever so gently. 

I worked my way around to the back. 

After washing her entire ass 

I slid my thumb deep inside her hole. 

   In and out, up and down

it wasn’t long before she had an orgasm.

Then two.

After she gained her wits, 

her attention turned to me. 

She ever so gently pinched my nipples. 

It was easy for her to tell 

I was going to be hers 

for the rest of the shower 

    if not the rest of the day. 

My master told me 

she wanted to shave my penis 

and make it smooth. 

Deep, deep inside I was hoping she’d shave me bare. 

I love being completely exposed to 

her touch, 

her gaze, 

her domination. 

Before I knew what was happening 

she had used her razor and 

shaved my balls bare and 

then she moved to the base. 

After a few quick strokes

I was much cleaner than before. 

To check out her work 

and to reinforce her control 

she grabbed my balls and cock in one hand 

and began to squeeze. 

With her other hand, she lubed her finger 

and plunged it deep inside my ass. 

After she worked it for a bit 

and kept squeezing with her other hand 

I came close to exploding. 

She sent me for the electric razor. 

I got soft inside thinking about what she might do next. 

She then told me to lift my leg high and continued to groom me. 

Before long she had done some careful landscaping. 

She whispered in my ear about how my her  bush was trimmed 

just the way she wanted.

I told her I wished it had been more, 

but she said I needed to be a good girl 

to earn anymore trimming 

and she expected me to keep up with the work she had done. She ordered me out of the shower with something to do.

After my master was done in the shower,

she came into the room where I was bent over the bed 

where I had put the dildo she requested on the nightstand. 

She quickly went to work first lubing me 

and stretching me with her fingers. 

As I started moaning, she took her large dildo

and told me to suck on it.

She then plugged me with a butt plug

and played with it in my ass.

As I got close, she walked around the bed,

Lay down and wiggled her way in front of me,

Grabbed the base of the dildo in my mouth,

put it on her pelvis and instructed me to give her head. 

She grabbed my head and repeatedly 

forced me onto her gigantic cock. 

Finally with me in a puddle of submission 

she had me lick her clit 

and suck on all of her come, 

cleaning her out like the good girl I was. 

She then went back to work on my hole. 

It was time to increase my training. 

She pulled the plug and began 

working in a real dildo in my hole. 

I wish I could say I took it like a good girl, 

but even with her coaching and care,

I could only hold it for a brief time. 

After a quick cleanup, 

my master bound my package in a bag 

and then at her request 

and with a tingle of glee 

she had me put on some big-girl panties

and told me to write about my afternoon.

I still tingle being bound up 

but more importantly knowing she did it to me, 

for me. 

How I love it when she takes care of her little girl. 

Anticipation Part 3

I stood up slowly,
Felt my naked body, cuffed ankles and wrists
and wonderfully flogged and caned ass.

I stretched and picked up the pillows.
I carried them over and put them in front of Master's chair.

I cautiously knelt down, adjusting to the position.
I put my hands behind my back
Intentionally working on being in a submissive place...
physically and mentally.

He walked over and told me to lean back.
Master sat down and unzips his jeans
He took out his hard cock
grabbed my hair and pushed my mouth onto his cock
Tells me, "Try not to move...at all."

I hold his thick, silky, cock
reverently
I loving the feel...the taste...the saltiness of his pre-cum.

I was so good.  I was so still.
I wanted...God I wanted...more
Wanted to suck and pump more pre-cum out of it.

And...then my will power failed and
I began to suck...
to suckle
being so careful not to move my head
I suckle and so so love the feeling
I feel such a deep appreciation for having his
thick, warm, silky soft cock in my mouth

Periodically, his cock twitches and it almost makes me begin to move my head
Each time it twitches, pre-cum oozes into the back of my throat.
I gag one time and immediately go back to holding it and suckling.

Eventually, Master takes my head and fucks my mouth a bit.
I absolutely love it when he takes my head
and fucks up into my mouth.
I love that feeling!
I'm so damn horny...so desperate.

He pulls me off and tells me to grab my lunch,
sit quietly at his feet and eat.

I so want to be a good girl.
I so want to listen all the while being so desperate.

I reluctantly go make my lunch...and we watch tv
and when I finish my lunch
I put my plate away, and Masters
and this time I sit back down in front of him
I put my hands behind my neck.

Sir puts his hand on my laced fingers
he holds me there for a bit.
I then move open my legs and feel so vulnerable.
so submissive
so lovely.

He then puts his hands on my elbows and stretches them back.
I love the thought of him stretching me physically
I love that I'm stretching emotionally...
working on my submission
working on my openness

He stretches...then holds...then stretches.
After a bit, he tells me to go into our room

He tells me to lay over the bed once again
He gives me the last one hundred
of my THOUSAND swats
with his hand.
He's spanking hard...harder than I would expect.
I'm so warmed up...it feels ...amazing!
but by the end...I'm beginning to cry.
He steps in behind me,
rubbing his hard, jean clad cock against my hot ass.
He pulls me up and hugs me from behind
I feel enveloped by my Master.

He tells me to climb up on the bed and lay on my back
I do so and he disappears into our closet.

He walks back out and chastises me
for not having my pussy shaved...
it's been a few weeks and is very fuzzy.

He reaches over and grabs a large rectangular wooden hair brush.
He spanks my pussy,
20 times with the hair brush.

I put my legs slightly together at about 13.
I am trying so hard.
But it's also so so so intense!

Immediately after the 20th,
he climbs on top of me
He fucks me.
So wonderfully!
He cums inside of me,
rolls us over onto our sides
and holds me.

Bliss!

Deep...

Master was letting me suck on Him yesterday.

I was so eager and so thrilled.

I started out slowly and gently.
I sucked and licked and kissed
and blew and licked and sucked some more.

I went down deep and Sir's hand
immediately went into my hair
and pushed me further.

I worked on taking Him,
on swallowing
I pulled up and resisted

He let me up and then after a second or two,
pushed me back down.

Once again, I was having trouble keeping him deep down my throat.

After a couple of seconds struggling,
he fisted my hair and yanked me up to look at him,

"Don't fight me, fiona.  Take it and don't fight me."

"yes, Sir.  Could I please try again, Sir.
I am sorry i was resisting.  Please, Master, let me take you deep again.
I'll do it with NO resistance.  I desperately want to!"

I relaxed and took him.
He fucked my throat.

I gagged a few times,
but I was working hard on letting him
use my mouth and taking him down my throat.

I loved being used.
REALLY LOVED IT!

and then,
I gagged, and began to throw up...

EEEEEEKKKKKKKK.
(never had that happen before!)

I yanked up quickly,
closed my mouth,
and RAN to the bathroom.

I came back with such a sheepish look.

I snuggled into his chest and he squeezed me tight.

"I'm sorry, Master" I whispered.

"I'm proud of you little girl.  
You did much better."

Fucking Laughter

So Sir and I were in bed last night.

He put me in position -

which means me with my legs butterflied open
and my hands above my head holding onto the bed

and he made me cum like a wild child.

He has a way of making me the
MOST wanton, insatiable, horny slut!

I was given permission and I all but
attacked his cock

I sucked voraciously.

Sir pulled me up and set me on his Cock.

"You do love to have cock in your mouth, don't you fiona?"

"Yes, Sir!" I said as I rode him hard.

He reaches up and fondles my tits

"Tell me whose cock you want to suck."

"Yours, Sir"

"Who else, fiona?"

"Anyone, that you tell me to Sir."

He's pinching more and I'm fucking faster.

"Tell me, fiona...what would you do if I told you to suck off other men?"

"I'd suck them and beg them to fuck my face.  When they got close, I'd take their cum..."

He's close...beginning to cum.
He loves the idea of me sucking off someone else.
(me too)

His pinching of my nipples intensifies.

"Sir, I'd swallow, or"

He starts to cum and he's pinching my nipples wicked hard

"hold it in my mouth until you gave me directions"

He pinches painfully hard and I squeak out

"or have them cum on ...

the

nipples

you 

just

tore 

off!!!"

the last word was squeaked out as the pain got so intense!

He releases my nipples as bursts into laughter...
as do I.

So we lay there...still connected intimately...laughing hysterically!

It was fulfilling in so many ways!

Happy Friday, fiona

Well…It was Friday.

Boy was it Friday.

From start to finish…
you guessed it…
FRIDAY!!

The morning started off with
me laying on my stomach
drooling and seriously sound asleep.

I felt the covers being pulled and then
*THWAP*

OHHOLYMOTHEROFFUCKWHATINTHEHELLWAS…
oooooohhhhhhh
mmmmmmm

*THWAP*
aahhhhhhh

Sir puts his hand on the back of my neck and then,
*THWAP*

I feel him gather my hair and pull me.

"On your knees, you may kiss my cock."
I fall to my knees 
(as gracelessly as someone who just woke up)
and fumble for his cock
(which is straining against his boxers)

I suck for only a minute or two and he pulls me off.
"Good morning, fiona."
I smile a very shy, embarrassed, satisfied smile.

"No listen, little girl.  I want to give you three good ones.
Are you ready?"
"Yes, Sir."

"Well, ask me for it, fiona."
"Please, Sir, will you spank me."
"How hard, fiona?"
"As hard as it pleases you, Sir."

*THWAP*
OHHOLYFUCKITYFUCKFUCK
*THWAP*
OHHOLYFUCKITYFUCKFUCK
I start to stand up and 
he pushes me roughly back into position

"How hard to you want this last one, fiona?"
"As hard as you can, Sir."
"Oh, good girl, that makes me so happy!"

*THWAP*

He walks away, telling me what a good girl I am
and takes his shower.
I am back to laying on my stomach,
almost back to sleep.

He gathers my hair, once again,
and turns my head to face him.
"You like rimming me, don't you?"
"Yes, Sir!"

"Ok, do a good job little bitch."

He gets up on the bed and 
I go at him like a starved animal.

I suck and lick and swirl my tongue.
I feel my saliva going all over my face.

rimming him is embarrassing to talk about,
but it's so extraordinarily submissive feeling.

He was so nice and clean having 
just gotten out of the shower before he came to 
crop my ass, Good Morning.

I rimmed him with such enthusiasm.  
When he had enough, 
He flipped places with me,
Put me on my knees and 
fucked me from behind.

He rarely uses that position, 
but it felt so amazing.

He fucked hard and slapped his balls into my pussy.
He pulled out and came.

"Happy Friday, fiona"
he said with a wink…
leaving me again, feeling shy, and embarrassed
and Seriously submissive feeling!

My Song To Master

A Be Boof Bay Boo Boo

A Be Boof Bay Boo Boo

A Be Boof Bay Boo BafBu

A Be Boof Bay Boo Boo


OK…now put three fingers in YOUR mouth 
and sing happy birthday …

Yup, this is how I serenaded 
Master at midnight 
with his cock in my mouth!

Six of His Best

Sir bends me over the bed

and with my pants on
(and pulled up)

He tells me to put my hands above my head
and to keep them there.

"We can't be loud, so I'll have to make them count.
You'll get six but I'll make them count."

He retreats to the closet and comes back
rubbing my ass with the crop.

He rubs and caresses my ass
building my anticipation.

I want them.
I so desperately WANT THEM.

THWACK

ohhollyhell…
he holds nothing back and is clearly using a full swing.

He rubs between the strike and that
startling, sharp, sting
turns
into
warm, tingling, excitement

By the time the sixth and last

THWACK

comes,

I am so insanely turned on.
I am starting to float
I'm awash in sensation!

Sir starts to walk away,
giving me a moment to collect myself.

He starts taking off his shirt and tells me
he's going to take a shower.

I drop to my knees and as quickly as I can,
strip my top and bra off.

I kneel by the door to the bathroom
my hands behind my back

and all but beg to suck on him.

"Just a kiss, little girl."

Now that never means just a kiss,
but it does mean a suck or two…but not much.

I adore his cock.
I truly adore it with my mouth.

He pulls away and I whimper.

"Just a minute, fiona."

He retreats to the closet and I wait on my knees,
patiently with my hands behind my back.

"Close your eyes."

He comes back and I feel him playing with my nipples.

I am so tightly wound!

He clamps my nipples with the hook clamps

They are tight and they burn and
that burn goes straight to my pussy.

He grabs the hook side of the clamps and
pulls me up to meet his
thick, hot, wet, cock.

He fucks my mouth,
but instead of pumping into me,
he's pulling me onto him
by
my
NIPPLES!

He fucks, hard and fast and
I keep my hands grasped behind my back.

He pulls one last time,
hard and deep and
cums,
deep in my throat.

Oh, I love six of his best!
and all of his creativity.

Cumming Made Him Cum

Sir gave me no less than…

a dozen orgasms…
He'd spanked me and played with me
and suckled me and liked me
and kissed me and played some more with me.

The sheets were sooooo drenched
after squirting so many times.

At the end, he put the
gigantic purple dildo in my pussy
and fucked me relentlessly.

He then told me to kneel up
next to him with the dildo in,
then to spread my knees apart.

He fucked me with the dildo,
then slipped a finger into my ass,
and I shoot off like a rocket!

As I start to scream and shake,
he took his hand off the dildo,
grabbed my neck
and put my mouth on his cock,
and he immediately cums in my mouth.

He came…no stimulation,
just from watching me cum.

It was … pretty insanely intense …
for both of us.

15 Minutes

Sir looks at me and says,

"We have about 15 minutes, 

go downstairs and lay over the table."

I quickly do so and stretch my hands

to reach the other side of the round table.

"Be aware, these (pulling on my pants)

are coming down soon.

Let me know when you're ready."

he says as he rubs my ass through my pants.

SSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSPP

I melt as I hear his belt being 

removed from his belt loops.

As I've just come in from the cold,

it hurts…no,

it stings,

A LOT

as he strikes.

He covers my ass and upper thighs.

He spanks over and over,

and I'm just so not ready.

I'm alternating between loving it and 

OUCH!

finally he says,

"Count to 40, then take down your pants."

I count and it sets my mind on the right track…

it feels…deeper, thuddier, lovelier, perfect.

As I say "40, thank you, Sir" 

I stand and take down my pants.

He puts his hand on the small of my back and 

puts me back in place.

It's back to stingy, but

not nearly as ouch as before.

He spanks me hard for another

80

He grabs my crotch and squeezes.

He talks in my ear and makes me shiver.

He stands me up and sits down at the chair.

He keeps his hand on my pussy.

and says, "Let's check and see how much 

you enjoyed that, shall we?"

except it's not really a question.

He parts my legs and puts his finger inside of me

and, oh god, I'm wet!  

He fingers me to two amazing orgasms and then

pushes me to my knees to suck on his cock.

Oh, what an amazing 15 minutes.

(ya, that totally didn't take 15 minutes…

we were late.)

Cum, Cum and Dare I Say, Cum Again!

It's dark.

I'm filled.
My skin is electrified,
like really electrified.
I have goose bumps and 
feel my heart beating so hard and fast,
I'm sure it's actually audible.

I feel…with a lack of sound 
and absolute darkness,
I feel.  

and it's erotic as hell!

He walks back down to the basement
and turns the lights on.

"Oh, look at you, fiona.  
You look beautiful."

He takes the dildo from my mouth
and I flex my jaw.
I hadn't realized it was sore,
but with it removed, I'm now aware.

He rustles through the bag again…
what the fuck was I thinking putting that stuff in the bag?

He lifts my body up as far as my wrist cuffs will allow,
which is all of about six inches.

He grabs one nipple and quickly grips 
and twists and tugs it into a small peak.
He then attaches a clamp and 

dayam!

It's clearly been too long.

He makes short order of clamping the other nipple.

My breathing is …

short.

I'm panting.

I'm almost panicking.

He pushes me back down on the pillow
and the clamps bite into my nipples.

I'm about to say it's too much,
when the dildo starts to move.

He's fucking my pussy, hard and fast
and that, combined with the pain
makes short order of an insanely intense

AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!

(ya, cum)

He slaps my ass, hard, with his hand
then yanks the dildo from my pussy.
He fingers me and
makes me cum one more time.

As I lay, panting, overwhelmed,
he unties me…wrists and ankles.

He directs me to lay down, on my back, on the floor
where he has pillows placed for me to lay on.

It seems to take forever for me to process…everything.

I hear him tell me, but then 
I'm literally working on making sense of what he's told me,
then I'm working on making my body move…inch by inch.

I very awkwardly, 
and UNgracefully I might add,
flop down on the pillows.

He kneels down beside me and 
hands me the gigantic purple dildo.

He nods at me with that knowing look.

I know what he wants and 
I spread my legs wide and 
insert the gigantic purple dildo into my
well used and soaking wet pussy.

I'm embarrassed to say
that it slipped right in.

Oh, God, I feel like such a slut!

But it feels…so good.

I move it, without request.
and his eyes sparkle.
He's pleased with HIS little slut.

I keep masturbating myself
and he bends down and kisses me,
deep and possessively.

Then he bends over me…

OH GOD, I LOVE IT WHEN HE FUCKS DOWN INTO MY MOUTH!!!

It's one of the most erotic things for me,
I have no control…he's fucking his slut!

He shoves his cock into my mouth,
and I suck with reckless abandon
(and masturbate with reckless abandon)
but before he starts to move his hips,
I feel his hand…
and….
He removes the nipple clamp!

AHHHHH…..as the blood rushes back in,
he slams his cock into my mouth.

my mouth is open, trying to scream,
but being stifled by his cock slamming into the back of my mouth.

Oh, god….it's overwhelming.

He does the same fucking thing with the other side and 
as soon as the blood rushes in,
His cock hits the back of my throat,
the dildo shoves inside…and

We cum!
His cum spurting deep into my throat as I swallow around his cock
and I cum…squeezing the gigantic dildo.

Man, when Sir goes all out, 
He goes ALL OUT!

This was truly one of those epic play sessions…
and we dragged ourselves….somewhat dazed…to bed!

Life Long Learning

We're snuggling after...some fun, when Sir says,

"I don't know what books you're reading,
but you have really gotten good at giving blow jobs."

Don't think I could have smiled any bigger.

---------------------------BUT---------------------------

But...Of course, I couldn't leave well enough alone
and had to continue to over think...um...everything :)

So, when we had a minute alone I quietly said,
"so what have I changed to make them so much better for you?"

Thank God - what he has perceived as changed and better
is indeed what I've been trying to change and focus on
- that could have been bad.

So....those things...

well among them was,
Licking, more.  Focusing on the vein under his shaft.
Licking his balls more and sucking on them and touching them.
Nibbling and kissing.
Rubbing my tongue around the tip more.
Adding more variety...suck, kiss, nibble, swirl, lick, suck...etc.

So....sad, isn't it...
I've been giving this man blow jobs for well over twenty years
and I went too frequently past a quick kiss or lick or three,
straight to sucking and taking him deep and going up and down on his shaft.

So...fabulous, isn't it...
I've been giving this man blow jobs for well over twenty years
and I didn't become too complacent and
still want to learn how to make our sex life better...
and thank goodness, so does he.

Letting Go, Being His

So, this morning, after Sir's alarm went off,
we snuggled close in bed.

I put my mouth up to his ear and
in the safety of his arms
and the dark of early morning,
I confessed,
"You know I'm a use it of loose it kinda girl.
I haven't used it in so long, it's lost.
But not normal lost.
It's lost, like I'm worried it can't be found.
I just simply don't feel ... anything.
I feel like I could go to a convent,
and not bring a vibrator,
and NOT miss it.
I'm worried."

"Remember, I said, you've been there before.
I'll pull you back.
It just takes time.
You needed time to focus on grieving.
You needed time to just be.
I'll bring you back.
It will be ok."

He said all the right words,
but I was still scared that he wasn't right.

What if.....
.....he got sick of trying
.....I got to discouraged to try any more
.....he got sick of waiting on me
.....I gave up before we broke through
.....he got so pent up he couldn't take it any more
.....my libido was well and truly broken
.....he lost his desire for D/s
.....I lost my desire for D/s
.....he lost his desire for me
.....I couldn't find my way back

Dayam, can I over-think things or what?

It was time for him to get up and typically I rest for another 20 minutes
before it's time to get the kids going.

I sat beside the bed as he got up,
feeling sad.

He stood and hugged me.
But then, his hand moved and positioned my head
He pulled it up and over
so that my mouth
plunged onto his cock.

He was hard and smooth and warm.
I sucked on him and he pumped into my mouth.

I liked him using my mouth.
I didn't get wet, like I used to.
But I liked it!

I sucked and he pumped and it was lovely.
Then he pulled away and pulled me up.
He put his mouth next to my ear and said,
"Get a towel and come into the bathroom.
I need to pee and I'm peeing on your chest today.
I want you naked kneeling in the shower.

I got a towel and came into the shower and locked the door.
He came up and hugged me.
He took my shirt and removed it.
I was naked.
He rubbed my back.
He reached around and cupped my breasts and pinched my nipples.

He continued pinching and twisting and pulling
and again put his mouth next to my ear.


"You are mine.  You are my property.  You belong to me.

I love you and you will find your way back.

But I'm going to use you, use what's mine.
I'm going to begin to spank you and crop you and flog you.
You may not feel anything sexually, but I want to do it.
I'm not doing it for your enjoyment, I'm doing it because I want to.
Do you understand, little girl?"

Oh wow.
That's just the stuff you read in erotic novels or amazing OTHER PEOPLE's blogs.
That's not my Sir, that's not us, that's not real!
But it was.  He said everything...he made my stomach flutter.
Not butterflies migrating, but a quick flutter.
I haven't felt that in weeks.

He kissed me and told me to get in the shower.
I turned and stopped thinking and got in the shower.

It felt warm and comforting and anticipation was actually budding.
Sir stepped into the shower and he pulled me to him.
I loved hugging him.  I love feeling him.
He put his hands on my shoulders and gently pushed.

I went down on my knees.
He took my hand and held it to his cock.
I held it and he began to pee.
He peed on my chest and I appreciated his marking, his claiming.

When he was done, I put my lips to his hard cock.
I sucked.
I sucked because I knew he would enjoy it.
I sucked because I liked the feel of his cock in my mouth.
I sucked because I knew he was probably getting ... oh (what's worse than blue balls?)
I sucked because I needed this.

He reached down and grabbed my head and thrust it deep onto his cock,
just as his first pulses of cum jetted out.
I coughed and opened my mouth, but he didn't allow me to come off of it.
I quickly regained my composure and went back to sucking.
He came, long and hard in my mouth.
I didn't swallow, it seemed like forever since I'd had his cum in my mouth.

When he had finished, he gently told me to get up.
Instead, I simply, pulled myself closer to him and suckled.
That's the best explanation for it.
I was content, right there, on my knees, suckling on his cock.

I need to try to let go.
I need to stop resisting.
I need to stop over-thinking.
I need to let him help me.
I need to give in to my need for him.

Adoration of His Cock!

I haven't sucked on His cock in over a week.

I didn't realize how much I missed it.

He tells me to come stand next to the bed
where's he's laying on his back.

He tells me to unzip his pants and remove his cock
BUT not to touch it.

Careful to follow His directions,
I unsheathe his beautiful manhood.

"Bend over, but do not touch it, fiona."
he commands.

I put my face almost an inch from his cock
and I am so wanton.

I can't believe how much I want this.
I can hear myself whimper.
My mouth waters to the point that
I have to swallow several times in quick succession.

"Is it wet, fiona?"
"Please, Please Sir."
There is a drop of clear, dense, fluid coming out of the tip of his penis.
Where the drop is coming out of the slit, it looks almost black.

He quickly takes the back of my head and
SHOVES it down onto his cock.
He holds my head down and I suck.
I breath.
I moan.
I gag.
I want.
I need!

He begins to spank my ass and my sucking becomes almost frantic.

My adoration of this part of my Sir's anatomy is astounding.
My need to suck on him is palpable.
My relief after having done so is complete!

Figging Amazing!

So after we had consumed a pitcher of
sangria that I had made today I eeked up the courage to say

"will you use the ginger on me tonight?"
"Be quick, get it cut and shaped and bring it to me."

I almost ran downstairs...
now this is the part I struggle with.
Looking at a gangly ginger root and ...

Make a butt plug out of it?
Are you kidding me?

This ginger was particularly stringy
so that made it more difficult.

After whittling away away at it
Ya, looks NOTHING like a butt plug

So I took a different tack and carved an outline.
Much better.
I clearly work better off of a sketch.


Now the other tricky part is...
it of course has a natural shape.

So I hustle up stairs after smoothing and shaping.
I strip as soon as I get into the room
and lock the door.

He holds his hand out and I hand him the ginger.
He directs me to suck on his cock for a bit.

I do so and while he is looking something up on an electronic device.
I hear music starting to play (that's good, it'll mask noise.)
As soon as the music is set, he reaches over and starts to
pull and twist and roll my nipples,
eliciting moans and other lovely sounds.

He tells me to give him my ass.
I present my ass...head at his feet.

He takes the ginger tip and places it directly on my rosebud.
He pushes and I mentally focus on relaxing my ass.
If I tighten, it will make it harder and hurt and burn more.

The ginger pushes in fairly easily and the sensation is immediately there.
The sound emanating from my mouth is transformed...deep, guttural.

The burn is there, but it's not painful...just ahhhhhhh.
It's intense.
and getting more intense.

He's got it seated securely inside and my world closes.
My body is away with sensation...
not just my ass, but my whole body.

He begins to spank me
Don't clench, don't clench...relax, fiona.
I think to myself...followed quickly by the thought
how the FUCK does anyone NOT clench?

I purposely left the handle a bit longer and didn't shave it
So Sir would have a good handle and not get
ginger juice on his hand.

The ginger I carved....
not elegant, but definitely effective.

He spanks the handle sticking just beyond my ass.
So every time he hits it,
it thrusts the ginger further inside.

I feel goosebumps.
EVERYWHERE.

Every single nerve ending on my body is turned firing.

He begins to finger me...one finger I think.

It's so amazing, I even mention the goosebumps to Sir.
My toes are curling
My arms and legs are tingling.
I think I can feel every hair follicle on my body.

The burning is increasing.

All of a sudden, I'm overwhelmed.
Abruptly, I kneel up - I'm now kneeling beside him.

"I need to take it out."
"No" was his clear reply.

Ohmygod.  If I balk at something he rarely says No!

I start to pant.
My hands go to my face.

I just absorb the sensation...so many sensations!

He continues to finger...hard and fast now.
Two fingers I think.

"cum" I hear in a whisper...
though I think it's more that my hearing is going
and less that he actually whispered it.

The burning inside is so intense.  It's ... it's ...
My body explodes...
spasoming,  my insides convulsing.

I'm not a cum on command kinda girl...
but when achieve it and have been worked up...
they are insanely intense!

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He shows me his hand after and
there is a white creamy fluid running down his hand
and as he hadn't change, soaking the sleeve of his dress shirt.

"Get some more ginger sometime soon, fiona."
he says as I'm cleaning up.
"Yes, Sir!"
I eagerly reply...

I feel like I could run a marathon...I'm so energized!
Figging is So Fucking Phenomenal!

The Switch Switch

WARNING:

Just some forewarning, this recount will go on and on (it was ohmygod that good!!).  I hope to have it all there…but I was so …. Spent ... last night that I didn’t make any notes, though I relived what happened many times in my mind.  We went at it again this morning…oh holy hell.  I had a firsts, too - Can you believe it, a first – or shall I say, ANOTHER first.  Oh, but I’m getting away with myself.  If you’re brave and enjoy reading a lot of words…hold on for this insane recounting of my sex life yesterday and today.

PREFACE:

(yes, this requires a preface…heheheheh).  So, Sir had a wicked rough day at work on Wednesday.  He was so stressed out that I thought he could literally do damage to his heart.  That terrifies me, because my need for him to be by my side, as well as for me to be by his side, is soul deep.  I can’t live without him and still be me.  So I worried and fretted and he wanted nothing from me.  I offered to switch and dominate him.  Sometimes when things seem so out of control, that can help.  In the end, I gave him a full body massage, tucked him into bed, and snuggled up. 

Thursday, work was a bit better.  He was still stressed out, but it seemed less detrimental to his health.  We spoke many times throughout the day, as we always do.  When he got home from work,  we ate as a family and played with the kids.

Thursday Evening:

I asked him if he needed me to switch tonight.  “Yes,” he replied.  I worked on making that mental switch.  

note:  I’ve changed how I see switching for myself.  I no longer worry about how he sees it or what it means for us.  I see Topping him as serving him and giving him what he needs.  He doesn’t ask me to do it – hell that’s not it – he won’t allow me to switch with him typically, and that's okay with me.  

So I'm making a mental switch.  My eyes hardened a little.  I looked at him and told him to go get another beer.  He went to the kitchen and got another bottle from the fridge and came back to sit beside me and drink. 

After a bit, he said he had to go to the bathroom.  When he stood up, I stood up and kissed him – hard.  I tightened my fingers in his hair.  When he turned to walk to the bathroom, I followed close behind.  I shut the door behind us both.  We were in the powder room which is long but narrower.  I stood beside him, leaning on the pocket door as I watched him pee.  I told him what I planned to do to him, being gentle, but most assuredly dominant.  His eyes were hooded and I could see passion taking over.  He washed his hands, turned to me and I kissed him again.  I grabbed his crotch and rubbed. 

Swiftly, He put his hands on my shoulders and pushed.  His eyes changed and he had that glare.  I resisted for just a minute, but He affixed his stare on me and pushed harder.  I knelt, right there in the bathroom, on the floor.  He re-unzipped his pants and his cock pushed out of his boxers and jeans.  He was so hard.  He wound His hands in my hair and tightened.  I lunged for his cock, hungry, desperate.  Being made to kneel and take him is a huge turn on for me.  He tugged my head back and took his other hand, put his fingers under my chin and tipped my head up to look at him.  He seared me with his gaze.   He was not feeling anything but Mastery of his submissive. 

Keeping my eyes focused on him, he moved his hand to open my mouth.  I willingly complied.  He pushed his cock into my mouth.  Oh he looked so intoxicating.  His control shown in his eyes, the power of his cock in my mouth.  He took.  He fucked my mouth with deep thrusts, controlling the speed.  After he was satisfied – though not having cum – he pulled me to my feet by my hair.  He kissed my forehead and smacked me on my ass.  He opened the door and walked away.

Short Circuited

After I posted Setting the Scene, there were several comments about my next post.  

Um, well, see...I didn't have one.  

I simply had a clear picture of what I did before I was short circuited. 

(this is what happens when I don't take notes)

So, I thought I would post what my memories are of the rest of the scene...

(or the small amount that I can remember).

Why Worship Sir's Cock?

Spanky issued a CWS Challenge for June to write a post on the topic 
"Why you should consider worshiping your husband's cock." 
I'll cross post my answer on CWS Blog.


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Hmmmmmm.

Well my first response is why not?  

There are of course, many reasons as to why not for many people.  Some are valid.  Some are because we're scared to try.  Some are because of things we've heard.  Some are because of "should have" tapes running through our heads.  You have to find what is right for you.  

For Me:
OK, so when I first started giving blow jobs to my Sir, I was really new at the whole thing.  I initially thought it was great except that ending part....eeewwwww.   I can't remember the first time I swallowed, but I do remember thinking it was disgusting.  I remember a friend at the time saying that she loved swallowing.  I simply thought she was nuts.

So in total honesty, I swallow some of the time and he pulls out and cums in or on me some of the time, I spit it out some of the time (REALLY DISCRETELY- but he knows).  It depends.  I don't hate it like I did in the beginning.  Sometimes the taste is better than others.  There are tips and tricks I've learned if I want to swallow and I actually enjoy it now.  I've come a long, looooong way.  

Why do I do it?
I love how he responds to a blow job.  I love the sounds he makes.  They are unique to having my lips wrapped around his cock.  That look, that sound, that feeling he gives off is not recreated when we fuck, when I masturbate him or he does himself.  It is a feeling of peace combined with pleasure which is unique to the gift of my lips around his cock.  I love that.  I love giving him that feeling.  It is precious to me.  Not only that, but he expresses a difference sense of gratitude when I pleasure him in this way.  It is special and meaningful to me.  It is one of those self-sacrifices...so to speak, because he isn't doing something to me, he isn't pleasuring me physically, he is simply being given pleasure and I get to give him that gift.

Selfishly, as Sir will point out, I have an oral fixation and adore having his cock to suck on.  Now, I do love to suck!  Ohmygod, I'll suck on his finger, on the penis gag, on many, many things.  BUT his long, thick cock is so satisfying.  It is calming and intoxicating and exciting all at the same time.  I can work myself into a frenzy while sucking on him, or simply lay my cheek to his thigh and go to sleep with a cock pacifier.  It is something that is truly a gift to have in my mouth.  That's his gift to me :)

So for me, I choose to worship my Sir's cock, because we both seriously LOVE the act.  We are both fulfilled...and DAYAM, it feels good!

Where Was I? (Part 2)

(Continued from Part 1)

I will myself to not let myself go to the floaty place that my mind has one foot inside.  I stand up, kind of shakily.  I get to work...One foot in front of the other.  I seem uncoordinated, almost drunk.  But with each step, with each task accomplished, I am on more solid footings and am returning to my own mind.

When I finish, Sir tells me to bring him the toy box.  I quickly get the box from the closet.  He unlocks it and takes the penis gag and puts it in my mouth.  I gag a bit on it as it hits the back of my throat.  He takes my head and kind of shoves me toward the end of the bed.  He's handling me a bit roughly and my mind is quickly sailing away.

He squirts very cold liquid along my tight opening and takes The Dildo and rubs against my opening.  My mind races.  He hasn't stretched me, prepped me, opened me ... hasn't played with me with his fingers.  How the hell am I going to take that?  He continues to rub up and down and when he reaches the rosebud opening, he pushes gently.  I know what he's going to do and I know I need to breathe and relax.  I try.  I feel it go in but it burns.  I tense.  He doesn't stop.  I make noises, but of course being VERY gagged, grunts is about all that comes out.

I want this.  I want him to play with my ass so desperately.  But it burns.  But I want.  But ... As he continues to pump The Dildo, the burning starts to ease and the pleasure increases.  I feel the throbbing of my clit, the stroke of The Dildo, the pleasure.  Oh, my pussy starts to convulse which causes me to tighten around the dildo fucking my ass.  I'm grunting in a low guttural feral way, cumming hard.

After pulling the last bits of my orgasm out of me, he shoves The Dildo deep into me.  He pulls my hair so that I'm bent in half and reaches down removing the gag.  He takes my head and holds my mouth over his very hard, very thick cock.  Oh, his head is gleaming with pre-cum.  I licked my lips, both as a mindless symbol of eagerness for something tasty as well as wetting my lips so they could slide more easily over his cock.

He releases my hair and leaves me to my own devices.  Oh.  I take his cock with reckless abandon.  He is salty and slick.  Oh, I adore his taste.  He's soft, his skin is silky.  His head is so thick and the shaft is strong and steely.  I push my head down to the base, gagging myself and then suck hard on my upstroke.  All of a sudden The Dildo is moving out of my ass.  I tense thinking that I've inadvertently pushed it out.  But it wasn't being pushed out, Sir had reach around and began fucking my ass again.  With that realization, I refocus on the blow job he was allowing me to give him.  My body begins to vibrate with sensation.  I open my mouth to scream as I let my mouth completely envelop him.  I cum, he's fucking my ass.  Oh it feels.  Oh it's amazing.  But I'm cumming again knowing that I'm gagged with HIS cock this time.