Anticipation Part 2

I stood and looked into my Master's eyes
my head was swimming...I want...I'm so grateful...
I want....I'm so so grateful!

"Go get your toy and bring it to me,
while you're there, grab the cuffs
and the straps"

I was fuzzy and excited and...
so not functioning very well.

I walked into the closet to get the cuffs and straps
and knelt down and just kind of stopped.

Sir walked into the closet and kept me moving.
I got the cuffs and straps,
then walked into the room.

I handed them to Master and he asked what toy I chose.
I said I had a question.  If I could choose, my first choice was
His hand, but if I had to choose something else, I'd choose a flogger.

He told me that His hand wasn't a toy, so to go grab the flogger.

I quickly got it and He told me to hold my hands out as He cuffed them.
It's amazing how I get this feeling of calm as He straps them on.
Then he has me raise my ankles up and he straps the cuffs on them as well.

Then he puts the handle of the crop in my hand and tells me to follow him.
He walks me out to the music room and commands me to lay over the piano bench.
He takes the crop from me and as I am laying down,
He puts the handle of the crop into my mouth

It acts like a bit gag in my mouth
I find it...panty-wettingly erotic!

He then straps my wrists to the legs of the one side of the bench.
He puts two pillows under my knees and then snicks the clips to my ankle cuffs together.
He takes the flogger from my mouth
and once again, I'm anticipating the lash of the flogger.
I love the flogger.

I chose the first flogger we had that Conina made for us...it's just luscious!

He began...and it was exactly as I remembered.
It thudded so perfectly.
I was breathing deeply and just enjoying.
It's almost like a message ...
... in the beginning

he started out flogging the left side for 9
then the right for 10
then the left for 11
then the right for 9
back and forth - but evening out...
getting to 100.

I'm almost panting as the intensity increases and
he begins to flog me in a figure 8 pattern...
hitting one side high and the other low and then
reversing the motion...it is harder on the whole.
Harder and harder and harder.

I can feel the wetness of my pussy...it's almost dripping at this point.
Master hits 400 way to fast...but fabulously wonderful

He finishes...takes the handle...puts it in my mouth
and walks away.
"You stay here."
I'm tied...like I'm going anywhere
"I'm going to make my lunch."
He leaves me there.
Naked.  Tied to a bench.  Flogger handle in my mouth.
OMG, I feel so submissive.
So at peace.
So objectified.
So adored.

He makes his lunch...My mind races
then calms.

He comes back in,
releases my wrists and unclicks my ankles.
Tells me to get up,
put the pillows in front of his chair
and wait...

anticipating...

...more.

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.

Answer Twelve

Alexis and her Sir asked:  
My question is about the floggers and flogging........
Well we have a couple floggers (one conina style and one leather) . I favor the conina fabulous flogger!!! You got me thinking after seeing your creative picture for HNT and wondered ....
How often do you use the floggers? Where on your body would you say is best for flogging? And....

First, let me just say that I do adore conina's fucking fabulous floggers more than ANY other flogger in our arsenal.  

Sir chooses his implements most of the time.  He seems to go in fits and spurts.  He has his favorite implement du jour.  The floggers are my favorite implement - other than his hand. Now....Where on my body is BEST for flogging....um...the easy answer for me is EVERYWHERE...but....my favorite places, other than the obvious of my ass, is that I really - REALLY love to be flogged on my breasts and pussy.  It feels so intoxicatingly, orgasmically amazing.  I just simply adore it!


And....how long (time wise) does Sir usually flog you? I know, there probably is not a "usual"....
Okay have fun!
Alexis and Sir

Sadly there is nothing usual about anything we do except that we go with the flow.  There have been times where he has flogged me for ... a long long time.  Leading to me soaring away, orgasming and being a huge pile of girl-goo.  There are times where it's simply a few minutes.   We are busy people, just like everyone else.  We have others in our home regularly and therefore aren't at liberty to play continuously - sadly.  But we do take advantage of the time that we have.  Sometimes we're lucky and have a whole day to play. This includes lengthy sessions of spanking, flogging, caning, beating with a belt and other implements.  Sometimes it's simply a few very hard, strategically placed flogs as a prelude to a quick moment of intimacy.  The one thing that's constant is that things are always changing. But all flogs are good flogs for me :)

Thanks for the questions, everyone.  

I appreciate you asking them.  

March is almost over...

but any reader...lurker or commenter

is welcome to ask questions at anytime.

HNT...and MY Birthday

OK...so I'm posting this on Thursday...but just barely.

This is a photo I found on my husband's i-device.  

I sent this to him a LONG time ago. 

He said he's kept it 'cause it's a favorite

and he looks at it sometimes when he travels.

I love the photo because it has one of 

Conina's fucking fabulous floggers in it...

one of my favorites :)

It's my 

birthday weekend, 

so I'll be out 
of pocket a bit...

I'll converse with

y'all on MY new year!

A Gift of Pain

Wow...this year is starting off with fabulous firsts.  

fondles and BIKSS sent me a fabulous gift from far-far-away.   It came in the mail in this wonderful, protective, non-descript plastic container...black.  When I saw the mail carrier drop it off, I ran - like literally RAN down to get it.  I looked at Sir - who was grinning at me with the I-love-you-my-dear-but-you-are-a-nut smile.  I explained that it was from fondles and quickly took the tube upstairs and opened it.  

I was sooooo excited.  I knew it would include a cane of some sort.  BIKSS asked before I got the tube if I had used a cane before, to which I answered, "no."  I have had a hand, whip, cat-o-nine-tales, spoons, brushes, many fucking phenomenal floggers, including conina's - my favorites,  used on me, but never a cane.  He warned me that with canes you need to start slow.

I saw wrapping paper inside oohh I love presents and tipped it upside down.  Out  fell a cane and a bundle of bamboo.   Wow, the cane is thin and bendy...It looks so petite - innocuous.  I quickly open the two wrapped gifts.  Oh, wow.  It's the proto-spanko and the slapper.  The slapper has a blue daisy "Q" charm on it.  WOW.  It is amazing.  A "Q" - I can't believe they found a "Q"!  I loved them!  I absolutely loved them!

Sir came up a while after and I had all of the gifts laid out on the bed.  He bent me over the bed and said, "mmmm, wow, fiona.  These look like fun."  He rubbed the small of my back while he fondled the new toys, his hand was strong, his fingers spread out.  I loved how it felt.  He picked up the cane and *WHWHWHWHWHAP*.  

!!!!!!! HOLY  SHIT !!!!!!!

Oh, crap, I forgot to tell Q that we had to start slowly.  Crap! Shit! Fuckity Fuck Fuck fuck!  That hurt!!!! I could hear it, slicing the air.  Oh, damn, that hurt!!!  I think my legs lifted three feet off the ground - at the same time!  He quickly changed tacks, didn't stop mind you, just changed how he applied it.  I am secretly grateful that he didn't stop all together. He began to bounce the cane lightly off my ass.  It felt fabulous.  I loved it.  He criss-crossed the welt where he had the really hard strike.  The rhythmic application acted almost as a message on that spot and helped desensitize the welt.  He increased the strength slowly, but not too much. 

 

After a bit, he switched to the proto-spanko.  He said this one was harder for him to spank with, but I enjoyed the feel of the rubber and the thuddiness.  I loved the breadth of the strike, as he had fanned it out.  It felt soothing and blanketing.  It wasn't stingy, which was a welcomed change after the cane.

He set that down and then said that he was going to spank hard, but only a few strikes with the next implement.  He said it was because it was going to be loud and others may hear.  He hit me with the bamboo message sticks.  They were loud  but they were my most favorite implement!  I think I began to moan and push my ass higher in the air, begging for more.  He hit as hard as he dared, and was very deliberate.  Oh, it felt like a cross between a gentile caning and a flogging.  It was amazing.  I would have been happy to have that beating on me for hours - hehe.

Sadly, I didn't get to feel the spanker.  I had been so excited to show Sir the charm (a "Q" can you believe it??)  on the slapper that I had laid it on my dresser after I opened it and forgot to lay it on the bed, so we didn't have a chance to try that one.  I can't wait to have a go with it as soon as Sir sees fit!  

Thank you, Thank you fondles and BIKSS for sending
us such amazing new toys for Sir and I to play with.
Thank you for my gift of pain!  

(top to bottom)
bamboo massage stick, cane, proto-spanko, slapper

Fantasy Fulfilled (Part 3)

This is continued from Part 1 & Part 2...more to come...

I am warm, comfortable, and calm.  I feel the enormous dildo in my pussy.   I am secure in my place and His.  As I am bound, collared, gagged and blindfolded, I am exactly how he wants me to be and exactly where he wants me to be.

I hear him walking down the hall.  I hear him open the door.  He walks over to me, pulls up his flannel shirt that was covering me and opens my legs.  He sits on the bed beside me and places a hand on my thigh, gently holding it in place.  Oh that hand is so gentile and comforting, yet wields the power take what he wants.  He begins to masturbate me slowly.

"Now fiona, I want you to tell me if you get sore.  Do you understand?  If you're sore, it's ok. I'll flip you over and use this in your ass.  Do you understand me, fiona?"

"uh-hu" I grunt through the ball gag.  Wow, that threat  statement, fills me with desire, deep and dark.  I simultaneously want him to use The Dildo in my ass and am terrified that I won't be able to take it - it's huge remember.  Oh, what is wrong with me?

He stands up, tells me to leave my legs butterflied.  *FUD*, he flogs my inner thighs.  He hits one and then the other.  Ah, it feels soooo good.  He moves so he's flogging my puss.  The small falls are tied in tiny knots.  They wheedle inside the folds of my pussy.  The larger knots hit my mound, my thigh, Ahhh.  He moves the falls upward and begins to flog my breasts.  It feels so good, but every time a large knot hits my nipple, my back flies off the bed.  It's like the clamps are being removed again.  They are so sensitive!  Oh, how I love to be flogged EVERYWHERE!  It's insane!

He puts the flogger down and leans in.   He sucks my nipple and it feels so good.  It feels like hot velvet engulfing my nipple.

He kneels on the bed and grabs my hair.  He pulls me up - as far as I can go given my restraints.  He pulls the ball gag out of my mouth and commands me to open my mouth.  He shoves his cock to the back of my throat and holds my head there.   As if I wasn't blazing before, I begin to suck like my life depended on it.  I am ravenous.  He reaches between my knees and moves the dildo in and out.  As he reaches a good pace with the dildo, he pulls my head on and off and is fucking my mouth at a pace that matches the dildo.  My mind goes blank and that electric surge, that starts in my core - moves quickly to my fingers and toes begins.  The electricity of my climax then surges through my limbs to my pussy and all of my energy flows to my pleasure points.   I feel so humiliated, so objectified, so used and taken and controlled.  Oh, how I love this!

*KNOCK*   *KNOCK*   *KNOCK*

ARE  YOU
F  U  C  K  I  N  G
KIDDING ME?????

He quickly sets me back down, pushes the dildo far into my pussy, zips up his pants, and walks to the door.  With an evil tone to his voice, he tells me not to move and giggles under his breath.

AARRGGHH!!

Fantasy Fulfilled (Part 1)

Sir and I had a very LONG playtime and I wanted to capture it (for me and for y'all.) 
It's going to be in four shorter parts.  Sorry for the length.

I dressed for Sir this morning in a long wrap-around skirt, sexy thong, spaghetti strapped tank, sweater and three inch heals.  We ran errands, completely mundane life-stuff.  We went to the grocery store, the pet store, dropped the car to be serviced...yep, NOTHING sexy.  All the time I was walking outside or getting in and out of the car, I was a bit chilly in my thong and bare legs with cool air blowing up my skirt and onto my freshly shaved skin.

We got home and his look hardens.  Oh how I love that look.  "Go upstairs, get undressed and get out my box."  Well I scurry upstairs, relishing in the knowledge that we are alone in our home and he wants to play....with me!  I take off my heels and sweater.  I am looking for some music to put on when he opens the bedroom door.  "Well, you didn't make it very far, fiona."  I explain that I was looking for music and he cuts me off, pushes me flat on the bed, pulls up my skirt, and unceremoniously spanks me.  He doesn't warm up, he's hard and fast.  Just ten, but they are meaningful!
  

"Did I ask you to put on music?"  He asks.  

     "no, Sir," I sheepishly respond.

"Listen, fiona.     Be a good girl.      Take off your clothes."
     SPANK
"Get my box."
     SPANK
"Pick up your things, put them away, and Bend,"
     SPANK
"Over,"
     SPANK
"The"
     SPANK
"Bed."
     SPANK.  

The beautiful AND amazing feeling floggers!

"Yes, Sir." I say more confidently and immediately whirl around and comply.  I hang my clothes and put my shoes away and take out a flogger-box and lay over the side of the bed.  When he walks back over to me he picks up the box and opens it and with no further ado, begins to flog me.  He's flogging florentine - his and my first time and I must say it's impactful, both physically and emotionally (in all the best ways).  I know that's not a great adjective, but it's accurate. 

"Are these new?"  he asks.

OF COURSE THEY'RE NEW...
YOU KNOW WHAT WE OWN - I scream in my head.   

I purchased them as a gift for him and was waiting for the right time to give them to him.  I am rather addicted to Conina's floggers.  Her floggers have featured prominently in our play for a while, though this is our first twin set for florentine!

The flogs are coming quickly and my body is busy breathing, moaning,  listening, processing, and producing the juices of my arousal, I simply have no more threads available for speech.  

He stops and asks his question again.  He waits a minute, flogs one set - HARD, stops, then asks again.

"Yes, Sir," I manage to whisper.  

"Did you ask to purchase these?"  What??  Readers should know this is not part of our dynamic.  He does not restrict what I purchase nor when I purchase it.

"No, Sir.  I bought them as a gift for you.  Should I not have?  I'm sorry, Sir"

"Oh, fiona.  You should always ask before you make purchases like these."

"but I do like them." he says almost as an afterthought and quickly begins to flog again.  

Knots of all different sizes

Oh, it's hard, it's painful - but not too.  It's a deeper thud than usual, maybe due to the millions of knots in the falls.  Because two floggers are hitting me, their impacts are coming quickly and are reaching deep inside me, almost like a deep tissue massage upon each impact. I'm breathing, raising up, wanting more, breathing, moaning, crying out, panting.   There are falls that are unraveled and their tiny knots find their way into tiny folds.  You don't have to use much imagination to imagine what happens when he's not simply flogging on each cheek.  As he moves to one flogger and begins to be more centrally located I raise to my tip-toes to reach closer to him.  I want, I want...  Oh how I want more!