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?

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!

From Dinner to Dessert…The Epiphany

Those moments…

You know, where there is such clarity!

Where you remove yourself,
momentarily
from the situation and think,

"Who knew?"

So my epiphany?

While I was in the midst of being caned…
like twenty to a set and many sets in…

Sir says, "Open your mouth."
and as I do, he puts it onto his rock hard cock.

====== side note ======
I love, Love, LOVE 
that Sir gets hard and 
his cock twitches
every time he spanks me.

I know some of that has to do
with the fact that I moan and respond
every time he spanks me,

but the fact that he's rock hard
is erotic as hell!
====== end side note ======

"Don't suck, hold my cock in your mouth."

He returns to caning me.

It's typically like 15 soft/medium swats
with 3-5
hear the wind whistle
hurt like HELL
hard swats.

But where they stung and
took my breath away before.

With Sir's cock in my mouth…
My focus changes and
I am able to handle the caning
so much better.

It feels
DIFFERENT.

How in the heck is that possible?
How can I possibly feel differently
with the only change is the presence
of a stunningly beautiful
steel-hard cock being held gingerly
in my mouth.

I'm not sucking,
not stroking,
not blowing his cock…
simply holding, reverently.

And the caning becomes an
act of pure
PLEASURE!

Not that I wasn't enjoying it before,
but it's no longer dinner, it's dessert!

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.)

Preparation

After dinner, he comes up behind me.
He pulls me in for a tight hug and whispers into my ear,
"I want you to put your plug in, 
and finish cleaning my kitchen."
Secretly, I love when he using "My". 
Silly, I know.

He leaves the kitchen and 
I almost sprint up the stairs to put in my plug.

Later as children's bedtimes approach, 
he calls me over to the couch.
He reaches through my legs and 
pushes the plug up, sharply.
"I want you to go take a shower, get the kids to bed,
gather up the toys that I may like to use on you tonight,
picking one that you want most to put among them,
Put the pink dildo in my pussy, pull panties up, so it stays
and come back down and present yourself to me."

"Oh, fiona, don't forget to put the purple dildo 
in the toy bag," he adds as an afterthought.  

Once again, I almost sprint upstairs
with a girlish grittiness that is almost hilarious.

I take my shower, making sure to shave.
I wash around the plug in my ass
and the movement makes me even more wanton.
I put on Sir's bathrobe and put lotion on my body.

I come out of the bathroom and 
decide to put something else on as well.
I pull my pink baby doll out of my drawer
and put that on with the bathrobe over top.

I quickly gather a bag full of toys and 
include my favorite, my first of 
Conina's Fucking Fabulous Floggers.
I am so excited, I grab the pink dildo
and shove it into my already wet pussy,
which after just washing all of my previous moisture away
is pretty noteworthy =)

I walk downstairs and enter the living room.
He's laying on the couch looking at his tablet.
I open his robe and show him the baby doll.

He motions me over and when I approach,
He places his hand between my legs.
He smiles slightly when his hand comes 
into contact with the pink dildo.

"Push, fiona." he commands.
I push the dildo out and he thrusts it back in.

I almost go week in the knees with the first thrust.
He's, of course just getting started.

He fucks me hard with the dildo making 
me cum…hard.  
He doesn't stop thrusting through each of my spasms.

When I fall forward over him,
He stops, holds me and kisses my head.

He then takes my hair in his fist and 
positions my mouth over his cock.
He pushes my mouth over his erection...
…his clothed erection.

I bite on it slightly giving it some pressure.
He reaches his other hand under and slaps my cheek.

He pulls my head off, unsheathes his cock,
and pushes my head back down.

"kisses only." he commands
I start with many kisses, which 
degenerate into licks which, of course,
degenerate into sucks.

After several minutes,
he pulls my head off and tells me that
I'll pay for my insolence later.
He tells me to go get our child to bed.

From Soft to Hard to Soft

"Would you like to have my lips around your cock before we work on scheduling or after?"

"After, I won't be able to think after, so let's get this done."

...so after we worked on our schedules, he started working on...
something.

I don't know what, but he was off and working on something.

"So, I waited patiently, may I suck on your cock, Sir?"
"You're right, you have waited patiently," he said as he put his computer aside
and leaned back in his chair.

As I knelt down, I looked at him.
"Do you know how many husbands would love to have their wife --"

**SMACK**
His hand caressed the cheek he just smacked.

My comment was all but forgotten and my eyes closed.
My breath caught, my stomach tightened and my pussy got wet.

"Do you want to continue that comment?" he asks gently
as he continues to caress my cheek, threat implied.

I shook my head and started unbuckling his belt in earnest.
I opened his pants and immediately put my mouth on his cock.

As he had just been working, he wasn't hard.
I sucked his soft cock into my mouth.
The head is so soft and suckable.
It's extraordinarily comforting, suckling at a semi-hard cock...
and I say suckling, because that's what it feels like.

It's amazing to have it harden in my mouth,
inch by thickening, firming, erotic inch.

I begin to look up at him and his hand grips the back of my head.
His fingers pulling my hair together to form a ponytail handle.
The minute his fingers tighten, my pussy has another surge of electricity,
wetness creeping down, energy spiking, need bubbling inside.

I moan, audibly and begin to move more quickly.
He's fully erect in my mouth now and he feels so ...
exquisitely perfect in my mouth,
with my tongue sliding up and down the vein
and circling around the head,
and moaning as he increases the pace.

He's fucking my mouth.
My head is trapped, I'm not allowed to move.

I need his cock.  I desperately want his cock.
"I don't want a drop on my pants, understand me?"

I moan.
That control, that dominance.  He's got me.
The pace we're going at is insanely fast.
He starts to come and his hand holds me sill on his cock.

I suck and suck, holding the spurts of cum in my mouth,
suckling each and every drop.

My head doesn't move.
I can feel his cock softening again.
I hold his cum and cock in my warm sucking mouth and
simply breath and come down off of my high.

I had no physical intimate touching and yet,
I am satisfied by this act.

I suckle and breath and feel his cock and am present to him.

When he's decided it's been long enough,
he pulls me off of him and I open my mouth
and show him his cum.

"Oh, fiona, you are such a good girl!"
I smile...that smile.
That satisfied, submissive, ecstatic smile.

We're both very content.

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.

Cock in Hand Long Last

I touched my Sir's cock tonight for the first time in two weeks.  

How absolutely bizarre.

It felt so unusual.

Sir even commented,
that is the longest I have gone without touching him in 20 years.

It felt...risque.

He felt soft.
His head felt so bulbous.
So silky.
So large in my hand as I rubbed up and down.

He was hard.
He was so hard in my hand.

I loved touching and feeling him.

But as much as I loved touching him,
it was just a novelty.

I felt no surge of need.
No desire to go further.
No salivation, wanting or needing it in my mouth.
No wetness between my legs.

But I was happy to have it in my hand.