Sex Toy Store

Master took me to a local
Adult Novelty store...
(read sex toy store)

Sir wanted to find a bigger dildo.

At one point the sales lady asked if we needed anything.

I said we were just looking, thank you.

She offered to help - answer questions or explain anything.

So...it's probably important to note that Sir and I look...
straight laced.
I had on a sleeveless polo shirt and cropped jeans with healed flip flops.
Sir had on a polo shirt and khaki shorts.
Very conservative looking.

If only they knew ;)

So two funny things happened...

FIRST:

We looked around for a while
and then got to the dildos...

Our giant purple dildo is enormous.
and we want BIGGER?
WTF

but here we go.

What we discover is...
unless we want a two foot long dildo (literally)
there ISN'T a bigger one
at this store.
They have a HUGE selection...
an entire room,
and none are bigger.

YOWSA!!!!  That's insane!

I looked up at Master and said,
"Well, I guess this just shows how big the one we have is!"

I thought that would impress him,
but instead he looked at me and said,
"I'll just find it online."



SECOND

While we were looking,
Sir found a bondage kit for over the door.

We were looking at a display and the
sales lady came over and grabbed a box.
She handed it to Sir and said,
"This is a great starter kit. It has what's in your box there,
but a lot of other great things in it."

I kind of giggled and
Sir looked at it.  He then showed me the box.

It had handcuffs, a crop, blindfold and a gag
that I could see.  It may have had more.

Sir looked at her,
put his arm around my shoulder and squeezed and said,
"We've actually got everything else in the kit..
we're not exactly starter kit type people."

I smiled and then looked down,
trying hard not to blush too much
and laugh too loudly.

Ya...it's funny after walking around and looking,
to realize how much we are NOT exactly starter kit type of people!

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?

Filled To Overflowing

Holy Cow!  
I don't even know where to start.

Last night I was filled to overflowing,
literally and figuratively!

Ohmygawd.

OK. 

Ok…let me rewind.

Sir has been really …

Dominant

With a capital D.

I am beyond grateful.  
I desperately need …
YES - N.E.E.D. that!!!!

So yesterday he was clear about his expectations.
Sadly, after parenting
and household chores
and my homework
we were getting to bed later than we had wanted.

I was exhausted and Sir was tired,
so I thought we may forgo any type of activity.

Um…I guess not.

As soon as we were in the room,
he walked stalked up to me
and stripped me.
(I love him taking my clothes off!)

He roughly turned me around and
bent me over the bed.

He walked away and pulled out our toy box.

He took out a loop of rope and 
bound my wrists together and 
tied it to the other side of the bed.

The act of tying me up is 
so erotic to me.

The letting go, 
mentally, physically.
It's immediate and complete.

After feathered to the bed,
he returned behind me and
began to spank
with his hand
just a few
hard
hits.

Then he switched to the cane.
He started slowly and seemed to
hit 20 strikes, then a hard one.

He struck my ass…all over.
My foot popped up at one point,
after a particularly hard strike,
(you've done that, right??)
Well…that resulted in my foot
being struck rather harshly
with the cane and a 
strict reprimand to stay in position.

I have to say, having him hit my feet…
hurt.
was a great reprimand.
worked.

So…things get fuzzy.

Sir was requiring me to look at
some videos that he had found
and if I got - I don't know - distracted maybe
by the beating my ass was getting,
he would ask me what was happening in the video.

He wouldn't let me fly.
There was no subspace.
There was the moment,
and like it or not,
I was to be present to it.

OK, So I liked it!!

He then commanded me to put my knees on the side of the bed,
effectively putting my ass high in the air.

He lubed up my ass completely,
then gently, thankgod, gently,
slid the LARGE pink dildo into my ass.

As soon as it was inserted, up to the imitation balls,
He let it sit there and spanked my ass again.

When he had enough, he switched back 
to fucking my ass with the dildo.

It was intense.  Seriously intense.
In retrospect, now that I'm sitting here typing,
I'm praying that I didn't scream too loud.

He fucked hard and fast and I came and came.
He shoved it in and pulled it AllTheWayOut.
Then he shoved it back inside.
He repeated this over and over and over
and over and over and over and over.

My ass was so loose, it was insane.

He shoved it in and then walked around the bed.
He pushed my shoulders flat on the bed and 
lay in front of me.

I asked him if I could lay down,
and he said no.

I have no idea what he did or how long it was
felt like forever.
He just had me on my knees
chest on the bed,
hands bound and tied out in front of me,
with a gigantic dildo in my ass and he…
relaxed.

After a llllllooooooooonnnnnnnnnngggggggggg time,
he got back up.
He pulled me forward a bit, 
as my hands were tied,
just to get me so he could clamp my nipples.

He clamped them hard and back,
then pushed my chest back to the bed.
I was breathing through the pain,
through the intensity, 
when I felt him behind me again.

He was there in a split second, 
I swear.
Then he…
ohmygawd, this is so embarrassing.
Then he….
thenhepushedthegiganticpurpledildointomypussy.

That is soooo embarrassing to admit,
I don't know why.

He fit that enormous purple dildo inside of me
WHILE the large pink dildo was firmly seated in my ass.

He gave me a minute to adjust and
then he fucked.

He fucked them hard,
in and out.
The purple dildo he didn't take all the way out,
but the pink one he did…

my slutty holes were so stretched out
and I felt like such a whore.

I felt so turned on
I felt so humbled
I felt so at his mercy
so submissive
so desirous
so horny
so fucking good!!!!

I came like a motherfucking freight train…
over and over and over.

I don't know what happened…
between the insane orgasms and 
him pulling me off the bed…
my hands untied,
everything cleaned up,
shower started.

I was sooooo cold.
I know that the endorphins mess with you,
but I can't remember being so cold before.

He led me by the hand to the bathroom,
he took out my ponytail,
took off my jewelry,
and put me in the shower.

I washed my hair, and when I rinsed it,
he was standing on the outside of the shower.
He commanded me to come to him.
I stood, still inside the shower,
and he reached in and with the soap and washcloth,
washed me…head to toe.

I felt so taken care of,
so cherished,
so protected,
so loved.

It was one of the most intense nights of my life.
And he made it extraordinarily special!

What a lucky girl!

Stripes and Soles

Sir walks me up to our room.
He takes my scarf from around my neck
and ties my hands together.

He pushes me over the side of the bed
and leans over me and places my hands
stretched above my head.

He begins to crop me,
starting at a moderately hard strike.

It's over my jeans and feels heavenly.
He's makes me ask for it and to say
harder or softer.

I hate having to say!
Ugh, it's so hard for me.

I ask for mostly harder.

Then He reaches around my waist and
unbuttons my jeans and pulls down
my pants and under ware.

He continues on,
warning me to keep my hands
where they are.

He covers my ass with stripes,
then…starts to rub.

Oh, it feels so good.
He rubs my ass, then
pulls my shirt up and
starts to rub my back.

I'm so relaxed…so present to the moment.

He stands back up and…

Begins putting stripes of the crop
across my back.

He strikes everywhere from my shoulders on down.
I'm moaning and panting
and my hips are moving.

I'm on my toes meeting the crop
as it comes down and
it feels like heaven!

When he returns to my ass,
he's cropping me
with an amazing swing and strike.

He tells me he wants me to take
THREE MORE, GOOD ONES.
"Yes, Sir.  Please, Sir!" I reply enthusiastically.

***WHAP***
"Thank you Sir!"

***WHAP***
"AAAHHHH.  Thank you Sir!"

***WHAP***
"UUUOOOOHHHHHHH   Thank you Sir!"

Oh that burn feels so amazing.

Warm and intense!

He flips me over on my back and pulls me to the very edge.

He butterflies my legs and puts my hands high above my head.

He takes the crop and crops my pussy.

When he hits over my clit,

it is intense and amazing.

When he hits higher, it stings…wicked.

He sets the crop to the side and says,

"Let's see how much you liked all this."

and puts his finger inside of me.

Ohmygod, I LOVE when he checks!

Not surprising, I'm SOAKED!

He reaches his hands down,

grabs my nipples and begins to 

pinch and twist.

He grabs hold of both nipples,

just as he positions himself to 

thrust his cock inside of me.

As he thrusts in, he pinches so hard.

I cum apart.

He fucks long and hard and as he gets close,

He slaps my face.

I look up, not having expected it.

I meet his eyes and he pulls out of me.

Keeping our eyes locked,

he comes ON my pussy.

As I feel his hot cum spurting onto me,

My hands still tied above my head,

my nipples throbbing,

My ass and back hot from the strips of the crop,

I feel the intensity of the moment and 

Cum…nothing inside of me!

He lays his softening cock on top of my pussy

and I can feel the last bit of his cum oozing out.

Our eyes are locked on each other and 

we gaze at each others soles. 

The Crop, The Dildo & the Attitude Adjustment

I was totally being a pain-in-the-ass last night and this morning.  
Sir straightened that out with the long pink realistic dildo in my mouth 
and about a billion thwacks of the crop...
HOLY FUCK 
that thing can hurt when SWUNG with authority.  
Dayam.  

He made me ask for all of the hard ones.  

He also fucked me...
without preamble, without request.
He fucked me with an agenda, 
with the purple dildo,
to address my pain-in-the-ass behavior.  

He tied my arms in a wide "v" to the head and foot of the bed 
(I was laying across).  
He put the dildo inside of me without any preamble...
but after the beating so I was good and wet.  

He never uses lube anymore...it's ridiculous.  

He grabbed my hips forcefully and my legs go around him
He pumped the dildo into me.  
FUCKING HARD.  

At one point it hurt and I reared up and 
he put his hand on the small of my back and 
told me "NO" in no uncertain terms. 
He told me that I should work through the pain and take it.  

I don't know if he changed something or 
if it was just his words.  
I focused on relaxing and I gushed around the dildo...
He gave me several commands to cum and each time he did, 

I came in spectacular fashion.  
I adore being able to cum on command...
though I worry about not being able to do it and 
the stress of failure...

but so far, it's been insanely good.  
He used me hard...
flipped me over to fuck me some more - 
pumping into the dildo - 
but watched my face and made me look at him.  

Oh, holy hell, that was intense to be scrutinized so by him.  
After I came, he lay on the bed and pulled me over and 
fucked my mouth, hands on my head, controlling the pace.

It was so intense.  
As he fucked up into my mouth and I couldn't breathe, 
I reached between my legs and continued to masturbate 
while he fucked.  Mmmmmmm.

After the Caress of the Crop, Bound and Spent

So, if you haven't read my two previous posts...they're here and then here

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I am laying - spent - on His bed.

My nipples are clamped and bound to the bed, 

the combination lifting my breasts up nicely.

My ankles are cuffed and tethered spread eagle to the bed.

Sir rolls off of me and reaches over to the nightstand drawer.

He withdraws the small electro device.  

My stomach drops,
My heartbeat skyrockets.

Ohmygodohmygodohmygod.

I want it,
   but it hurts,
      but I want it,
         but what if I can't take it.

He turns it on and tests it on his forearm.
God, I love this man

I so appreciate that he knows what it feels like.

I also appreciate that I'm bound...but I'm terrified just the same.

He starts small.

He brushes it against my arm.

I jump
and my nipples get tugged
because they are bound to the bed.

He brushes it against my belly.

I jump and my nipples get tugged.

I decide to close my eyes with the hope that it will help me process.

Unfortunately,
it's so startling when it happens,
that I now

yelp,
jump,
and then squirm...

Ya, definitely MUCH worse
for my nipples
for the amount of noise I make
and
ya, just worse!

So....
Eyes open!
I watch as he moves the electro to a new spot.

He touches it to my thigh...one side and then the other.
I still jump, but less than when I wasn't watching.

Then he ...Then ...

Then he touches it to my lips...down there
...both sides at once.

I jump and scream and moan.
It's intense.
It hurts.
It is definitely pain.

My nipples hurt from pinch and pull that
resulted from my jump.

My labia hurts from the electro stim.

But then...

As with the pain, so frequently, it turns.

Instead of it warming and absorbing...
it electrifies me.
I can actually feel my body...

I get goose bumps and my body ....

just feels
Just feels so alive, so intense, so wired!

He sets the electro stim aside and kisses me.
His tongue plunging into my mouth - taking me.

He rolls on top of me and tells me those special three words

that make me melt.

Ya, you already know them....

"Good girl, fiona."

Yup, I melt!

He pulls the dildo out of my pussy and sets it aside.  

He's on top of me and I can feel his erection.

But after having the gigantic dildo inside of me, 

as soon as he thrusts inside of me, I feel very little of him.

He fucks hard and takes his pleasure - 

after giving me so much of my own.

As he gets close, he tells me, once again,

what a good girl I am!
... and then

... he removes the nipple clamps.

As the blood rushes back into my nipples,

the pain is acute and coupled with is thrusts and words,

we cum together, in a moment of absolute euphoria.

After the Caress of the Crop

I've just fallen in love with our new Crop
(could you tell from my last post?)

I came out of the closet and shyly walk to the bed,
my titties bouncing with the attached nipple clamps.
I am carrying the gigantic purple dinosaur dildo.

He has used it enough with me that
I am good at inserting it and 
have now been able to admit to myself that I really like it.
(ya, that last part took a long time)

He's loved that dildo
 from the first day we got it.But for me, 
it was daunting and embarrassing.

"You know what to do with that."
He says and nods to the dildo.
Without taking his eyes off of me,
He begins to floss his teeth.

I open the nightstand drawer and 
add a bit of lube.  

He nods to the bed and I lay down.
I look at him and he once again nods at me.

I open my legs and rub the dildo up and down my slit.
I start working it in.  
It takes only a few minutes.

Oh, it feels so good, I'm so full.  
I start to masturbate and almost immediately ...

cum

But instead of the orgasm simply hitting like a mack truck
It rolls up and then is wave upon wave of pleasure.
I take my hand off and move both hands to muffle my scream.

Orgasm after orgasm, spasm over spasm.

As my breathing evens out and my pussy stops contracting,
I realize I don't know where Sir is.

I open my eyes and he's standing right next to me.

He efficiently snatches my ankle and 
He attaches the Velcro cuff.
It feels so secure, so solid,
as soon as it is secure, I feel
so grounded and comforted.

He deftly attaches the other cuff to my left ankle and
then tethers the cuffs to the bed.

He then takes a length of para cord and 
attaches it to one of the hooks on my nipple
He pulls the rope up and through the headboard 
and back down to my other clamp. 
He pulls and releases the para cord 
and my nipples move up and down.


He's toying with me.  
He's toying with my nipples.
It's objectifying and humiliating and erotic as hell!

He gets them just where he wants them - 
I know this because he says just that,
and he ties off the para cord. 

I am quite effectively bound.
I am unable to move my spread legs more than an inch or two.
I am not able to move my torso at all.

He begins to touch me - rub my body.
His fingers exploring, rubbing, pinching.
He takes the dildo and masturbates me ... HARD.

He knows how much I love pain and pleasure.
Just as I'm getting close, he smacks my thigh...

SMACK
ohmygod SMACK
ohmygodohmygod
SMACK...hallelujah - over the mountain peak!

But he doesn't stop there.  
He knows I've cum...
but he doesn't give me any respite.

He's moving the dildo and his mouth is going to my nipples.
He's kissing the underswell of my breast.
He's sucking, flicking on my clamped nipple.
He bites and I cum again.

Oh that pain and pleasure are such a sure thing.

As I've cum and cum and been so stimulated, 
I'm just lax, completely spent.
He rolls on top of me and looks in my eyes.

"I'm not done yet, fiona.  
Be a good girl and stay right here."

hahaha, what the fuck else would I do???
I'm kinda attached by my nipples and ankles :)

Backlash

continued from The Switch Switch
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During the rest of the evening, he had a colder edge about him.  
He had such a crappy week.  
I would say yes to anything.  I would help any way I could.
He told me to get our children to sleep and to come to His bedroom.   

Before he let me go upstairs to do bedtime, 
he pointed to the floor at his feet.  
I knelt, as I so frequently do.  
Typically I put my head on his chest or lap and snuggle.  
But this time, as I went to do that, 
he tapped my cheek, looked into my eyes and whispered, 
“ask for it, Fiona.”  

Knowing what he meant, without hesitation, 
I said, “Please smack my face, Sir.”  
He wasted no time, and smacked.  
It wasn’t with ferocity, but it was claiming.  

Then he commanded me to get on my hands and knees.  
He positioned me so that I was right in front of him.  
He pulled his feet up and put them on my back, 
effectively using me as a footstool.  
He’s never done that!  
I was in my living room, 
the light of evening still making the room bright.  
We had children upstairs 
and he was using me as a footstool.  

I felt, a wash with ... feelings.  
I felt…I felt a thrill pulse through me.  
It was not degrading.  
It was not really humiliation that I felt.  
It was satisfaction I think. 

After a few minutes, 
he took his feed down 
and sent me upstairs to take care of our children. 

After sleep had claimed the wee ones, 
I went into our room and shut the door behind me.  

He told me that there was something he needed 
to do with me before I came to bed.  
He told me to get the dildo out of the toy box.  

I walked into our closet where the toy box was
and he followed directly behind me.
I bent over to obtain the Dildo 
and he undressed me as I did.  

When I handed him the giant purple dinosaur Dildo, 
I heard him take in a bit of air.  
He was pleased.  

I rarely offer that one if I'm allowed to choose, 
but I would say yes to anything tonight.  

He turned me so I was facing away from him.  
He caressed my skin.  All of my skin.  
He rubbed my neck, my shoulders, my back, 
my sides, my ass, my breasts, my stomach. 

He stood right behind me and rubbed my breasts.  
I love looking down and seeing his large hands 
with my breasts in them.  

He teased my nipple into hard, sensitive peaks.  
He took one and attached the clamp 
that attaches to the closet shelving.  

He pulled it up so I was standing on my tiptoes 
and attached the hook so that it was 
pulling my nipple to the side as well.   

I was starting to breath heavily with pleasure and pain.  
He reached to the other side and repeated the process, 
pulling it over to the other side so that they were both still pulling, 
even when I was on my tiptoes.  

Then his hands roved over my arms 
and he grabbed my right wrist.  
He wrapped rope around my wrist 
and threaded it through a tall shelf, 
tied my other hand and hoisted them 
so they were tight pulled high above my head. 

“Ask for it, Fiona.” he said with clarity. 

“Please Sir, please hit me!”

I heard the belt and felt it.  

He lashed my back, time after time.  

He hit criss-cross patterns across my back 

and sides and hips and ass and thighs.  

Oh the belt felt like heaven.  

The pain of the strike almost immediately

changed to a warm, pleasure.  

The kiss of the belt is exquisite. 

The belt was replaced by the crop.  

Oh sweet Jesus.  It hurt.  It burned.  

It, too melted into such pleasure.  

He crossed my back.  

He spread the lashes all the way across my back.  

He whispered into my ear, 
“Do you want a picture 
of your back for your blog?”  
Ohmygodohmygodohmygodohmygod! 

I would never have admitted to being an exhibitionist before, 
but given the internal charge that I got from him saying that, 
I guess I was wrong.  
He went back to paint his canvas with the crop. 

After he had me where he wanted me, 
he took a picture and put my phone, 
with the picture pulled up, in front of me 
while he reached around 
and his fingers found my clit.  

He touched and teased and flicked.  
As my pleasure grew, 
he unclamped my nipples 
and touched and I came apart.  

I was trembling and spent.

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Oh crap….I guess I also need a new crop. I'm so bummed, we've had it forever.

Sir had said that it was coming apart and that we would need a new one, but I thought it would be ok as he was cropping me tonight.  But upon further examination (ok, didn’t take much exam) – it’s toast!

I cropped out the clothes that you could see on my right side :)