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.

Post Clean-Up

We played.

           Spankings

Sucking

                       Oh...YES
                      FUCKING

We lay, 
       wrapped in each others bodies, 
                          sated, 
                                  blissful
absolutely exhausted
                  

I bend down and suck and lick him clean.  I reach over and grab a tissue to clean myself (not typically what I do, but I was so completely and utterly spent.).  

I lay my head on his amazing chest.  I hold him and he holds me and ...

AND...

AHHHHHHH


OOOHHHHHHHHH

Wow, I had no idea it had Vicks in it and WOW, does it REALLY HAVE VICKS IN IT!!

Well Played

During our evening, lounging on the couch - him sitting and me with my head on his lap, watching TV, snuggling, he would spank my bottom periodically.  It was lovely.

We went to our room to get ready for bed and he says casually, "Get the glass dildo."
I look at him, knowing he's tired, and quickly retort, "you don't have to do this."

He quickly grabs my hair, turns me around and spanks, hard and quick.  I'm catching my breath.  "Stay." he commands and in seconds is back with a hairbrush.  He applies it liberally to my backside.
"How many do you need?"  he asks.  I am still and quiet.    "Do you get to tell me what I can and can't do?" He asks.  "

"No, Sir.  I'm sorry, Sir."  I quickly retort.  I know I shouldn't have said that.  Of course he will do what he wants.  He KNOWS he doesn't HAVE to.  Why do I feel the need to say that?  Ugh....silly fiona!

"Do you understand, fiona.  Do you REALLY understand?"

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I lay naked on His bed, my legs butterflied open and the Glass Dildo in my hand.
"Put it in." he commands.  I am surprised by how slick I am.
"Go ahead, fiona.  Show me." He says.  I begin to move the dildo in and out, slowly.
"How would I do it?" he asks.  I begin to move it more quickly.

He's standing beside the bed while I'm masturbating.  He's pulled the covers down so they are pooled at my feet.  He reaches over and begins to squeeze my nipples, rolling them, pulling them, flicking them.

"Faster."  he says.  "Good Girl."

"Harder fiona."

"Oh - look at you, you are such a good girl."

I'm masturbating furiously while he plays with both nipples.   I'm feeling so objectified...so controlled....so adored.

My forearm is seriously cramping.  Like magic, he takes the dildo and fucks the shit out of me.

     I Cum, Ohmygod do I Cum!!

As it rolls through my body, I twist, closing my knees, trapping his hand which is still on the dildo.  He reaches over with his other hand and quickly shows me the error of my ways.

*spank*

*spank*

*spank*

*spank*

*spank*

*spank*

"Roll Over...Open your legs and Stay...just like that." He says.
"Good Girl."

He renews his efforts with the dildo.  Ahhh....

He takes my hand and moves it to the dildo.  He kneels beside me on the bed.  He leans over, putting his cock into my mouth.  He fucks down into my mouth and I am lost in noise, moaning, groaning, sucking, ohmygod ohmygod do I love this.  I suck and suck and he pumps deep into my mouth.  I am sucking so wildly, latched on properly.  I hardly notice when he comes, deep down my throat.  I suck and suck, long after he's spent, cleaning his cock thoroughly.  Eventually, he pulls out.

He stands up, slaps my cheek and says, "You are My good girl.  I love you little one."

Phenomenally Fabulous First Figging

Well, I purchased ginger a day or so ago.  Today, I roughly shaped it, then left it on the countertop.  I went upstairs to take a shower and after drying, I walked into the bedroom to hear that oh so exciting Click of the lock on the door.  Sir had finished shaping the ginger and had it in hand.  EEKK,  I was so terrified excited. He set the plate with the ginger on the bedside table and kissed me.  He took me by the shoulders, turned me around and bent me over the bed.  I stretched my hands out in front of me and breathed deep into the quilt.  I had butterflies-on-amphetamines flying in my stomach.  I have anticipated this first figging.  After so much time together and so many limits that have been pushed, finding true FIRSTs is a rarity for us.

He warmed my ass with his hand.  After a good warm up, he rubbed the heat in.  I was feeling much calmer.  Not to stop there, he spanked me with other implements to give my ass a nice patterned effect.  After I was well warmed, and my lungs well oxygenated, he asked me to kneel on the bed and put my head and shoulders down.

He placed the tip of the ginger on my opening and it felt cool.  Hmmm, I wonder when this whole warming will start?  Oh, my mind began to whirl, will it burn? Will it be too hot? Will I even feel it? Will it work on me?  He inserted the ginger.  It went in easily.  My initial impression of the ginger was the excitement of having something inserted into my tight rosebud.  Oh, I had just mentioned to Sir the night before how much I adore having things in my ass.  I am a total back-door-adict.  It felt very similar to any anal plug, although initially it was a cool temperature. He held the ginger in place, reached over to the bedside table and took the TV remote - WHAT - and changed the channel to the football game.  The objectification on top of the inserted object turned me to jelly.

Within minutes, I had pushed back and had taken all of the ginger that was meant to be taken.  I could feel the warmth of the ginger beginning to take hold of the entire surface that it touched.  It was not a burn, but a warming, stimulating feeling.  It intensified minute by minute, going from a luke-warm to a simmer to a solid hot.  Within five minutes, I was breathing deeply and my pussy began to pulse.  I wasn't cumming, but I was hyper-turned on, pussy dripping and pulsing.  My hips were grinding up and down on the ginger.  I became a wanton slut, I think I would have done just about anything - and all he had to do was push a ginger root in my ass.  Wow, who knew?

As soon as my hips began to move of their own accord, he placed a hand on the small of my back and began to spank me.  Where it had been stingy before we started the figging, now the spanking was nothing but stimulating, nothing but a total turn on, nothing but exciting.  With every spank, my muscles clenched around the root.  With the squeeze, the temperature increased and my pussy pulsed.  It was a wonderful consequence to each impact.

Oh, I was so horny, so HOT.

After about a half hour with the ginger, my ass was completely thermally exposed and stimulated.  Where I love to have a dildo or a plug or any part of Him in my ass, the ginger root made it so the entire  canal was very warm to hot and tingly.  It was exceedingly sensitized - and wow, that's an odd feeling, given that you typically feel full, but not actually feel the entire canal area itself.

After my second good spanking, he gave me the gift of his cock.  I was allowed to suck on him and I was ravenous.  I think that if it was possible to suck a cock clean off, I would have.  I was rhythmically sucking with such force.  My tongue was pulsing up and down his veined shaft.  I took him deep into into the back of my throat and had such gratitude for his presence in my mouth.  After he came and I cleaned his cock by continuing to suck until he softened.  I sucked the life out of poor Sir who quickly fell into a post-cum coma.

So, in short...
   I'm in!
       I'm hooked!
               I loved it!

Figging's Fucking Phenomenal

By the way, for those who haven't tried, the intense feeling diminished fairly rapidly when the ginger was removed.

Merry Christmas My Kinky Friends

Merry Christmas!  

With travel, family, friends, parties, shopping, wrapping....phew!  It's a lot.  

I am so content with my life with Sir.  Even with all of the business listed above, with staying in places that are not our home, with parties and family abounding, TTWD is still in tact.  When I struggle, he's there to ground me, recenter me, love me and spank me.  

We've had significantly less sex than we typically do, but that's to be expected.  Wonderfully, though, we are still managing some sex and it is very satisfying.  

He's played with me every night as he goes to sleep.  Last night after playing with my nipples and getting me all worked up, he mounted me.  He slowly and quietly pumped in and out.  As he played with my nipples, I worked hard to measure my breathing absorb the pleasure and be very very quiet.  He quickened and I could tell he was getting close.  He shifted, unexpectedly, and in moment was inside my mouth and I was sucking him to completion.  Nice, neat and oh so comforting.  With his cock squeaky-clean, he snuggled me into his side, caressed my cheek, kissed my forehead and wished his "good-girl" goodnight.  Oh, how I adore this man.  

Tonight, as Santa cruises over head, when children and parents are nestled in their beds, this will be what Sir unwraps.

Merry Christmas My Kinky Friends.  I am grateful for my blogland friends and wish you all a good night.

Thank You, Sir!

I am not an overly dramatic person and I do NOT cry easily or often.  Upon receiving some upsetting news, I free
                fell
                   into
                        a
                      well.
Maybe I was just at an especially sensitive emotional place prior to getting the news.  I sent Sir a text and said I was Angry, Frustrated, Sad and Scared.  I explained why and asked for help.  So, that's also another thing I don't do often...ask for help.  He called before leaving work and I cried.  He talked to me all of the way home and I cried.  He explained that he was going to help me.  That he would watch over me and make sure I was ok.

He walked through the door and set down his bag.  With my head down and tears streaming down my cheek, I walked over to him.  He put his arms around me and hugged me, tightly.  I felt enveloped.  He tangled one hand in my hair and I knew he was going to exert his power over me and expect me to respond.  I wasn't feeling submissive.  I was sad.  He held onto me - simply held tight.  One arm tight around my back and the other fisting in my hair.  I cried on his shoulder and he made sure that I felt secure.  

After I stopped crying he pulled my hair down so my face tilted up.  He gently kissed my mouth.  He kissed my tears.  He kissed my eyes and cheeks.  He kissed.  His lips felt like pillows - really.  It was amazing.  Now Sir does have fabulously full lips which I do adore, but he was kissing so gently.  So thoroughly.

His tongue began to explore my mouth.  My sadness was seeping out of me.  It was like he was sucking the sadness and despair from my soul.  With the hand that was fisting in my hair tightening, he moved his other hand from my back and took a firm hold of my jaw.  He pulled back and looked at me.  He looked serious, he looked intent, he looked like my Dom.  He looked more Dom-like than I can recall him looking.  

"i need to make dinner," I say quietly looking down.

"No." He says firmly.

"i need to make your dinner," I repeat and quickly heard the same response.  He kissed me again, this time eliciting moans.  He pulled my head back by my hair and put his hand on my throat. Oh, do I love it when his hand is on my throat.  He squeezes gently and pulls my hair tighter - just to the point of pain.  "We don't have much time, but you need a spanking, don't you?" he says.  My brain immediately screams "NO - I won't ask for this!" but my mouth whispers "yes, Sir."  I know in my heart, that I need his help.  I need him.  I need him to spank me.  Oh - how can I admit that to myself?

Right there in the kitchen, he spanks me six times, rapidly and firmly.  I'm starting to feel heady...starting to feel fuzzy ... starting to feel better.  He takes me into laundry room and closes the door.  I notice something on the floor.  Bending over to pick it up so that I can move further into the room, he spanks me once, then removes the item from my hand and drops it on the floor again.  I know that his intent was for me to bend back over.  Well...being the good submissive that I am, I bent right back over.  He proceeded to spank me.

"Say it, ask me fiona," he says.
"please," i whisper.

"ASK me fiona," he says.
"Please, Sir.  Please spank me," I say a little louder.

"Good Girl," he praised me.  He spanks me rapidly in the SAME spot.  Oh, I'm feeling vibrations going through me...it acts like an emotional reboot.

He helps me stand up and pushes me back against the sink. The stability of the sink is welcome, as my legs feel like a Jenga tower with too many blocks pulled out. He reaches behind me, undoes my bra, takes it off, and begins to pinch my nipples.  He isn't being gentle.  He is making sure I know he is in control.  My nipples are burning - oh they feel so good.

He takes one of his hands and pushes my hand against his enormous cock.  "Please, Sir, Please.  Please let me suck.  Please, please, Please Sir."  I am all but begging.  He puts his hands, solidly on my shoulder and pushes me down.

I unzip his pants and it's there!  Oh God - i need...I need...I...!  I kiss his head and it is so soft - silky smooth.  He has a bead of cum on the tip.  I have a sudden surge of insane excitement, need.  I'm like a kid in a candy store.  I suck .. no .. I suckle at his head.  It tastes like the best ice cream, the richest dark chocolate, a perfect carmel.  I suck very hard and take him further into my mouth fully.  He puts his hand, calmly and firmly into my hair and pulls my head onto the full length his cock.  He pushes down my throat.  Unh!  I'm groaning, I'm moaning, oh I am so close to cuming.  He's holding my head.  I am controlled.

I open my mouth, but don't completely remove his cock for fear he take it away.  I look up and see him looking down at me.  My Sir, my Dom is looking at me with knowing eyes, with love, with compassion.  I feel better.  I feel home.  My mind screams out, 'Oh, Thank You Sir!' but instead i whisper, "Please feed me, Sir."

A Blog For A Flog

I started this blog with the blessing of Sir.  I showed him the blog prior to any content being written.  I asked if he wanted to view any posts before I published them, to which he said, "No." So I have published a few posts - and I had told him that I had done them.  He had said that he wanted to read them, but then life happened.  He promised to read it yesterday when we came home.  We came home from running errands and he immediately started watching a game on TV.  I did not want to nag him, but I was very frustrated.  I huffed, I sulked, I was irritated and disappointed.  When I realized that I was being petulant, I walked over to him, knelt before him, placed my head on his lap and said I was sorry.  I immediately felt my submission and knew that was where I was supposed to be.  He stroked my head and held it to him.  When I began to get up, he held me in place and my stomach dropped.  He wasn't ignoring me, he was doing what HE wanted to do, when HE wanted to do it.  When the game ended, he turned off the TV and simply said, "Bed, now" and pointed.

I stood up and as I started walking, he told me to get the computer and the flogger.

As I came into our room, I set the computer in the middle of the bed and went to get the flogger.  I came in, he held out his hand, took the flogger and he told me to 'assume the position.'  Now I know when he has a spanking implement, that 'position' he refers to is me, naked, bent over the side of the bed.  He lay in the middle of the bed with me over the side behind him.  He was ignoring me - again!  Argh.

He was quietly looking at the computer and I couldn't see him, see his face, tell what he was thinking.  I was sooo nervous, worried, embarrassed, uncertain, anxious.  Oh why did I think I could start a blog.  Why did I think this was a good idea.  What was I thinking?  I close my eyes and focus on my breathing in an effort to calm my nerves.

He shuts the computer screen, gets off the bed and walks around.  He tells me to give him my hand.  Is he going to hit my hand?  Is he unhappy?  Did he find it displeasing?

ZZZZZ   He unzips his pants?

He places his very hard cock in my hand and says, "I like what you wrote."

He liked it?  OH - he like it!

He steps away from my hand and then OUWW!  I forgot he had the flogger.  He doesn't warm up, he simply flogs - VERY HARD over my ass. It is very thuddy.  My breathing is picking up, moaning more while he's getting harder with each swing.  It's almost like he is flogging something two feet on the other side of my ass.  WOW breathe it's breathe intense breathe.  I'm breathing harder, my head is beginning to get fuzzy.

"Spread your legs. NOW," he says and begins to flog my thighs and OH - my pussy.  Wow - the flogger is wrapping around.  OH OH - it's hitting, Aaahhh - it hit my clit.  My breathing is so fast - all I hear is keening and panting - from me!

"Roll over and get up on my bed," he says - still flogging my legs.  Keeping my eyes closed, I roll over onto my back and scoot, very ungracefully, to the middle of the bed.  Without missing a beat he continues to flog me.  He's flogging my stomach, my breasts.  The falls land on my nipples and I can feel them hardening even further.  Ahhh - how I love to have my breasts flogged.

He is still clothed, and I am naked.  My skin is so sensitized.  He mounts me and his clothes feel so abrasive.  He fucks - hard, slamming into me.  Oh his cock is so hard and - AAHH.  With one hand he cups my breast and then pulls at my nipple.  He rolls and twists as he pumping into me.  Just as he pinches very hard, I open my eyes WIDE with a Holy Hell sort of look.  He grabs the back of my neck and spins me so he is under me and pulls my ear to his mouth.  With his free hand he pushes me down onto him and he pumps up to make an sound impact.

"Tell me," he says.  I'm breathing so hard and feeling overwhelmed with sensation.

"TELL ME!"  he says.  Oh he's talking to me!

He's holding my head in place and spanking my ass with his free hand.  What on EARTH is he talking about?  He does this sometimes and I have NO idea how to form a single coherent thought, let alone what I should be thinking about telling him.

"Tell me what you are!"  -  spank
"TELL ME" - Spank SPANK

breathe, fiona.  breathe.  Shit, no,  I mean speak fiona.  Speak!

I whisper, "yours" on an exhale.

"What are you??"

"Yours," I say in a whisper, but with a little more intent.

"Good Girl," he says then continues with a growl,  "you are MINE!"

With that, I arch my back and scream, throwing my head, he releases my hair and I cum.  I can feel my pussy clenching around his cock.  He must be able to feel it pulsing too, because he cums - loudly.  There is very little that is more amazing than hearing Sir cum LOUDLY.

I feel his cock pulsing in answer to my pussy.

He grabs my back and holds me to him.

"I love you," I say to him.  "I love you too - and fiona, you are MINE!" he repeats.   In response to his statement, I roll off, bend over and clean his beautiful, hard cock with my mouth - affirming that indeed,
I AM HIS!

oh - and he LIKED my blog (YEA!!)