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?

Power Exchange Lights Up The Room

Last night in bed I was laying on my side 

and Sir was snuggling up behind me.

I can't even remember what I said, 

but I was ready for sleep and feeling…frustrated, maybe?!

Sir was playing with my nipples and 

I was getting aroused.

I could feel myself getting wet but I didn't want to.

I couldn't flip the switch in my head.

I put my hands up to push him away.

He moves his hand to my pussy.

He grabs it and squeezes it, hard!

He growls in my ear,

"Whose in charge?"

"Not you." I say flippantly.

He squeezes my pussy again, really hard.

"Let's try that again, whose in charge?"

"I am."

Ya, not the smartest idea…and I knew it,
but couldn't seem to keep from going there.

He smacks my pussy, over and over,
then grabs and squeezes it again.
At the same time, he bites my ear
with just enough pressure to hurt, but not badly.

"Don't fight it.  You want to let go.
You know you want to cede control.
Let it go, fiona.  Don't fight me. 

Whose in control?"
"You are." I easily reply and feel my body relax.
My power effectively exchanged, given eagerly to him.

He moves his hand and brings it up by my nipples.
"My nails are long, so I'm not going to play with your pussy."
he tells me, also adding that I need to see to his nails tomorrow.
I have a wonderful rush when he gives me things to do to care for him.

He plays with my nipples, very rough and firm.
He puts his hand over my throat and squeezes lightly,
not really restricting my air, but in a very controlling manner.

I melt.

He rolls onto his back and rolls me on top of him.
He pushes into me in one fluid movement, seating me on top of him.

"Work my cock, fiona." he commands as I begin to move.
He's touching me, rolling my nipples, scratching my breasts,
squeezing my breasts and scratching my back.
He touches my clit, circles and rubs.

I'm moaning and working myself up.
"I want you to cum on my dick, fiona."
I begin to move at a frantic pace and  he adds just the right ingredient.

He tweaks my nipples hard and then.
*SLAP*  He slaps my breast, hard.
Over and Over as I reach almost a frenzy.
"Cum, fiona.  Cum on my cock, Now."

My body explodes with such force, I quake.
My eyes are squeezed so tightly, but I can see a bright light.

As my body works it's way through the spasms,
which were strong and seemed to last forever,
I open my eyes and still can see a bright light.

I look over and see that Sir's iPod had illuminated.
It goes off, automatically, plunging the room back into darkness.

That's weird.

"What was that?"
"I don't know, let me hold you for a minute 
and then you can figure that out."

After I cleaned him up, I look at his iPod,
there was nothing that would have caused it to light up.
The timing was … really weird.
It seemed to literally go on when I came.
*insert Twilight Zone music*

Spring Beating (Part 3)

(continued from Part 1 and Part 2)

So when last you read...I was out of my FUCKING mind.  I was incoherent, like seriously.  Lost my mind!  But ... he wasn't done.  OMFG, he wasn't done!  

He finished with my nipples and they were on fire, but in a really hot amazing way.  

He moved back to my thighs, which had already been worked over and were hypersensitive.  He crops my thigh, my inner-fucking-thigh and ... it hurts and I should hate it and it should be torturous...but....but....ah, hell.  Call it like it is, I love it.  I adore it.  I love each strike, each little one inch square of burning stinging flesh.  I love each strike of the crop on my sensitive thighs.  He moves between my two thighs and it feels so amazing.  

He moves back to my nipple and rubs the end, the flap of leather around my nipple, flicking it.  He flicks the leather edge across my hard nipple.  Oh, Ahhhh.  Then he slaps it down on the end.  Flick and Swish.  Flick and Swish.  Oh dear, I sound like he's performing spells in Harry Potter....the X-rated edition. 

He moves the crop back and starts rubbing my mons.  Then, he slaps it once, HARD.  It's painful and stingy and wow.  But then he says the words that change my life.  OK, well open up something new.  "Open."  HOLY SHIT.  OMG.  OH.  AHHHHH.  Does he mean what I think he means?  Oh my - what's he doing, what's he going to do.  OMG!!!!  I'm soooooo excited!  I'm ......  ya, so this is going through my head and instead of opening, opening my pussy to him, I'm processing this and thinking working desperately hard on remembering to breathing.  "With your hands, fiona.  Open.  Let me see."  Oh my God, he really means this.  He really wants me to open my lips and let him see my most sensitive parts.  How embarrassing.  How mortifying.  How exciting.  How arousing.  I open, I take both of my hands and separate my lips to reveal my pearl, drenched in honey.  

He takes the leather flap, again, and rubs.  He explores - he examines.  OMG, he examines me.  Oh I love it. I adore it.  I'm captivated.  I'm out of my mind and soaring!

All of a sudden, he smacks…ON TARGET…OMG!!!!!!  He smacked my clit and I cum.  Oh - AHH...he crops several times and it's insane!  It's intoxicating.  It's a sharp pain, but at the same time, it pulses my clit.  I've never had my clit clamped, never had it struck....I've had my pussy flogged, but it wasn't opened like this.  The mental game, the fact that he's ordered me to open it with my own hands and hold it for him to torture, him to CROP.  HOLY HELL.  But the pain is REAL.  It's sharp.

After several hits, he tells me to get The Dildo and the Purple Dinosaur.  I once again, ungracefully UNgracefully get off the bed and stagger to the toy box and obtain the two dildos.  I present them to Sir and he tells me to lay back, EXACTLY as I was.  He takes The Dildo and fucks me, unceremoniously.  He's talking the entire time telling me that I need no lube, I'm so wet because I'm such a good slut.  I've been beaten and he's loved every minute of it.   He's going to fuck me with the Purple Dinosaur too, with no more lube than what's there.  

He's masturbating me HARD, fucking me and I'm screaming into the pillow.  I've cum so many times, I've lost count.  My mouth is dry from panting, my throat is dry from screaming.  

He takes my hand and puts it on the dildo.  He orders me to continue what he was doing.  Ahhhh.  I do my best, but he's cropping my nipples as I'm masturbating.  I'm wrung out.  I'm spent.  After another scream, he stops cropping and takes my hand off of the dildo.  

He takes my vibe...because SERIOUSLY, I'm not OVER-fucking-stimulated at this point.  He puts it right on my clit.  He Starts masturbating my pussy with the dildo and tells me he's counting to 30 and if I don't have an enormous orgasm, he'll beat the shit out of me.  

OMG, he's never counted.  He's never given me a time limit.  He's never told me I have to, like this.  I'm over primed.  My engine is flooded...like seriously.  He gets to 10 and I think I can't.  He gets to 15 and I'm lost in sensation.  At 22 I'm shaking...all of me.   My pussy is clenching and I swear it's making it hard for the Dildo to move.  I'm convulsing with pleasure.

........NO IDEA WHAT HAPPENED..........

I find myself with the Purple Dinosaur in my pussy.  
He's ... 
ahhhh....
breathe, fiona!
"wah wah wah wah wah wah"    
     AHHHH....
     "wah wah wah wah wah wah"     
           can't...ca....
           "wah wah wah wah wah wah"    
                  ma be....
                  "wah wah wah"    
                         ma.....
                         "wah wah wah wah wah wah"    
                              can't...ca....ma....bre...ma....bre
                              "wah wah wah wah"                       

whistle...
SLAP

***Mother Fucker***

PAIN.....My NIPPLE.  He just cropped the living SHIT out of my nipple.  He hit it spot on with such force.  It whistled through the air and, mother of pearl, landed squarely on my erect, sensitive, nub.  I had soared away, far - far away, and was enjoying the view of another universe.  He swiftly and efficiently brought my attentions back to him ... HERE AND NOW!

"Answer me, fiona.  Do you like how this feels?"

"yesiryesiryesiryesiryesiryesiryesir"

..... and my body is on Fire with desire, with lust, with sex, with pleasure, with pain, with my Sir.



****************


I'm stopping the recounting of my adventure here.

...rest assured, there was sex, there was pleasuring of my Sir...there was more.  But this is what I can recall...what I was able to take notes on...what I could capture.  

Spring Beating (Part 2)

(continued from Part 1)

I have had a wonderful spanking with bamboo and Sir's belt.  I am .... panting and content and feeling floaty lovely.

He stops with the bamboo and begins with the crop.  He's hitting my ass and my thighs.  It's strategic, and definitely impactful :)  

He continues with the same pattern as before.  He does a series of softer strikes and then a series of harder, with increasing intensity. I love the crop.  


He switches back to the bamboo...my rubbing...my soothing.  He completes a set of bamboo and quickly switches back to the crop.  Only this time he starts out fairly hard and increases to REALLY FUCKING HARD.  I can hear it move through the air before it hits.  I can hear the music of the crop, them melody of the crop.  

I'm sure he's making marks intentionally.  When he's done, I'm rolling from side to side trying desperately to stay on my stomach and not flip over.  It's so intense a sting.  

"Breath, fiona.  I'm going to give you a break and then when you're ready, turn over."

HOLY SHIT, when I'm ready for what?  I had a thrill run through me.  I was excited, terrified, nervous, strung out, exhausted, exhilarated, still hyperventilating...OMG.

I have absolutely NO concept as to how much time passed before I awkwardly turned over.   My head was swimming and I was less than graceful.  Nothing sexier than an ungraceful sub, huh?  Oh well.

He lets me lay on my back for a bit and then he begins to position me.  He tells me to put my hands on the rungs of the foot board.  He opens my legs to they are spread eagled.  He rubs the crop all over my body, over my thighs, over my pussy, over my belly, up my ribs, around my nipples.  

It's hot.  I'm so turned on ... ok, well that's a serious understatement.  He raises goose bumps all over my body.   

He's not really cropped the front half of my body before.  He's flogged and spanked, but not cropped.  He starts slow.  I don't know if he's apprehensive and investigating how I react, or if he can sense my apprehension.  I don't know and I don't care, I'm grateful for his slow start.  

He strikes my thighs and strikes my mons.  He's starting with another pattern but it's so intense I can't identify it.  I'm a numbers sub, so my brain is pretty fucking shorted if I can't identify a pattern.  

He then rubs the crop over my nipples and I wonder if he's really going to hit them with a crop.  I'm torn...between desperate desire for him to crop them and terror that he actually will.  

His first strike comes and I take my hands down for just a second...enough to grab the pillow and cover my face.  He crops and once again increases intensity. I scream.  My nipple is so hard and so sensitive and so, oh delicious. Instead of his hand which covers my tits when he slaps them, it's strategic strikes.  He's hitting my all over my breast and then targets my nipple.  

It's, I'm, it's, it feels, I'm just, Ahhhhhhhhh.  There's fire and pleasure and sting, and my pussy is clenching and I'm screaming and I, oh my, and I, and.....

Spent

"I spent you ... like eight times,    I spent you!"

This is his reply to the silly, dazed, exhausted, SPENT look on my face and his question of "How are you doing?" to which I simply breathed out, "ssspent."

So this morning, he woke up whispering sweet nothings of dark and dirty things he wanted to do to me.  His eyes weren't even open and he was setting the stage for a wicked playtime ... wickedly wonderful.

He asked me to help him with something in our room.  I genuinely though he wanted help with something.  As I followed him through the door, I proceeded to the clean clothes basket that he had just brought upstairs.  I took the hanging shirts and turned to take them to the closet.  He locked the door and took the clothes from my hand.  Oh ya, Game On!  I was so excited.  I had no idea.  Wahooo!

He told me to pull down the covers on the bed, take off my pants, and lay on my back with my legs bent.  He told me to close my eyes and keep them closed.

I hurriedly complied and waited with such excitement.  Oh, I ..... wanted, desired, needed, craved playtime with him.  I heard him rustling with what I presumed were toys.

I felt him sit down below my bent legs, on my feet.  I felt a soft, medium sized, rounded object pushing up and down on my lips.  He told me to open them up with my hands  I unveil my soft channel and he waisted no time in lubricating The Dildo with my own slick honey.  Within moments he begins pushing at my entry.  Oh, it's not medium sized after all.  He pushed it in ... a quarter inch and out ... a half inch and out ... an inch and out ... an inch and a half  and out ... two and out ... three and out ... four and a half and out, then he's pushing it all in.

He shoves it in hard and then lays on his side, right beside me.  He runs his hand up my body, pushing my shirt up with it.  He tucks it over my naked breasts.  He proceeds to twist and pinch and pull my nipples to attention, all the while talking.  He's rough with his words and actions.  He makes me respond.  I don't like to respond. I don't like to have to say that I want it, that I like it - but he likes to hear it from me, so I acquiesce.

"I can be gentile sometimes.  But sometimes fiona, you NEED it rough, don't you."
"Ask me for it.  Tell me you want to be fucked hard.  Tell me you Need me to fuck you hard with this dildo."

"Please Sir, please fuck me."  "How, fiona?"
"Please Sir, please fuck me .... hard."

He wastes no time in bringing me to orgasm with a gigantic dildo fucking with such force and speed that I am up and over in minutes.  But he doesn't stop when that happens.  He growls "Again, fiona.  Ask for it again."

"P,  P.  P.  Plh.  Ph hu hu h"  Yup - that's all I could get out before going back to panting mode.  Oh, not just panting, panting and moaning.

He pulls another two screaming orgasms from me as I bury my head in a pillow so as not to alarm those in the neighboring county.  After which he shoves it in to the lovely rubber ball sack and lays on top of me.  He pumps it into me and removes the pillows to unveil the hyperventilating, moaning, incoherent blob of ME.

"I want you to be sore.  I want to fuck you with this dildo until you are sore, do you understand, fiona?  Once you're sore, I'm going to fuck you just a little bit more.  I want your pussy throbbing."

Oh, holy hell!  Oh, if he didn't open his mouth and constantly be filling my head with such language, the experience would not be a tenth of what it is.  He pumps and I cum.  He lays beside me again and fucks and I cum.  He slaps my breasts and I arch into each strike... and ... you guessed it, I cum.

The last time he fucks hard.  He pushes the dildo in balls deep and slams it into me.  I feel it getting wetter and wetter.  I'm sore, but not from dryness.  Sometimes after he's fucked and fucked, I will run my cycle and go from wet to parched.  Not this time, I was simply getting wetter and wetter and the slickness was thicker and more lubricating.  Oh, it felt like heaven.

As I began that short ascent, one last time, I had the sudden - What the fuck was that?? thought.  I heard a muffled screaming sound, but didn't realize that it was coming from me.  I was so outside of my mind yet keenly aware of my body, alight with sensation.  It was a fabulous, fascinating, disjointed feeling.

His timing was spot on today.  He didn't stop fucking me - ever - until he had siphoned every ounce of cum from me.  He pulled The Dildo from me and put my hand on his throbbing cock.  It was so wet, with pre-cum sliding down and pooling at his balls.  Oh, I had a burning desire.  I began to bend, I wanted to suck to lap at his pool, but he grabbed my arm and hoisted me over him.  He placed his hand on my ass and pushed me down atop him.  He fucked, talked, bit, grabbed and pinched me until he came.

We collapsed, me on top of him, and instantaneously fell deep asleep.  Thoroughly Sssspent.

Bruises

OK...so they're not deep,

             they're not large, 

                                  but

           THEY

                 ARE

                     THERE

           Wahooooo.  

         I have bruises.  

We had a hell of a fuck last night.  

There was spanking,  

         there was sucking.

He pulled and pinched and slapped and 

ohsweetjesus it was good great 

       abso-fucking-amazing!

and this morning...
for the first time EVER,

I have bruises 
on my breasts!

(Can you tell that I'm excited??)

Spank Breasts To Wetness

"Get on top of me." he tells me, unceremoniously, this morning.  There was no foreplay, no warming up, he had simply woken up, reached over, grabbed my arm to pull me atop him and issued the command.

"I'm not very wet," I quickly retort, placing my pussy over his very hard cock.

"Oh, I'll take care of that by the end."

"By cumming in me?" I reply. To which he looks into my eyes and grins, his evil grin.  I inwardly roll my eyes and have a brief inner conflict between wanting to simply be satisfied to be of service, wishing he would reach for the lube because...ugh - he just pushed in without any natural moisture...and wanting foreplay as I was asleep just a few seconds ago.

He begins to pump into me and he pushes me up slightly.  He rolls my nipple to attention and then quickly plays the bongos on my breasts.  Again, my mind quickly drifts to being indignant - a boy playing bongos on my titties, I mean seriously?!  As I sit up straighter, he swings and begins to spank - my breasts hard and upon impact I moan and cum.  Holy, holy, wow...that was quick.  Well no worries about being dry...

He continues to spank hard while he impales me and I continue to pulse, squeeze, and gush.

When he has had his pleasure, he looks into my eyes once again, "Good morning, fiona."  Indeed!