Blush

"You came hard last nigh."

pause

"Go ahead, give it to me."

I blush…not something that ANYONE else can make me do,

which is, I'm sure why he loves to say things like that to me.

I turn my head, in utter embarrassment

and smile a very shy smile

(also not something that anyone else can get me to do)

"That's so embarrassing, 

why do you say things like that?"

I asked, but why it embarrasses me, I have no idea,

BUT IT DOES.

"fiona.  There is no one else in the car with us,

why would you be embarrassed?"

I smile like a fool.

"I do love that blush and 

fiona, I LOVE that smile!"

"How in the hell, after over 20 years together,

did you know to try something different?  

How did you ever realize that you could find my

g-spot like that?  How did you know to try?  

How did you know you could make me cum 

so much better after so long?"

I string this ridiculous series of questions…but I really don't know 

and really want to know.

How did he know it could be better?  

He changed his fingering technique

like a year or so ago…and… HolyHell…

Nope, HOLYFUCK!  

Can the boy make me have 

multiple, squirting, star-producing orgasms!

and it totally make me blush when he calls me on it later!

The Animal Within

Well, Sir had said earlier that we needed to go to bed early.

You see, we were both exhausted after a night of little sleep.
(there is a theme in our lives…nights of too little sleep.)
So, bed meant, bed…sleep.

I was getting ready and he was as well.
He crawls into bed and has the TV on.

I walk over to my side of the bed and he casually says,
"Come here for a minute."
No tone, no look, just, come look at something kinda voice.

I come over, looking for what he needs or wants to show me.
He reaches his hand out…Ah, it's his hand.

I reach for it bending closer and
he grasps my hand and yanks,
easily pulling me over his lap.

*SPANK, SPANK, SPANK, SPANK, SPANK, SPANK*

OH!!!!

Holy hell, I so wasn't expecting that.
He rubs my bum, grabbing and scratching for good measure as well,
then just when I figure he's going to tell me to get into bed,

*SPANK, SPANK, SPANK, SPANK, SPANK, SPANK*

he rubs again and then pats my bum and does just that,
"Hop in, turn off the light, let's go to sleep."

I'm panting and trying to pull my whits about me.
I crawl beneath the covers, hit the lights
and he pulls me to his side.

We snuggle there quietly for probably 10-15 minutes.
Just as I'm about to drift off,
His hand moves to my breast and he begins to play with my nipple.

He begins by just pulling on my nipples gently,
rubbing the nub between his thumb and forefinger,
but progresses to pinching until he hears me gasp,
flicking the nipple and twisting.

I'm getting more and more worked up.

Once I reach a fever pitch,
he starts kneading my breast and rubbing my chest.

Then he switches to the other nipple.
Same sort of progression,
from sensual to harsh

and I'm panting and moaning and
my traitorous hips are beginning to move.

As I am just about senseless,
he reaches one hand down and at the same time,
moves his mouth over my tortured nipple.

As a simultaneous assault on my senses,
His velvet, warm, suction machine of a mouth attaches to one nipple,
His fingers twist and pinch my other nipple,
AND
His other fingers thrust ferociously into my pussy.

almost immediately, because
I start out at such a primed place

I go off like a rocket!

Not only do I cum
like a motherfucker,

but I squirt in epic fashion,
(or so Sir told me afterward)

I was mindless with pleasure
and wildly ravenous
all at the same time.

When Sir was done,
he rolled over and taking my hand with him,
pulled me on top of him.

As soon as I settled atop him,
I fucked, like a women whose hair was on fire!

I thrashed and rode, literally,
like a wild, possessed animal!

It was like I had this internal animal that was just unleashed

I came again, just as Sir did.

We collapsed and sleep was quickly found.

Control and Surrender

I have an excruciatingly stressful day today…

and Sir knows it.

He wakes me, before it's time to get up.
He pulls me into his side and starts to play with my nipples.

he pinches

he twists

he tugs

he flicks

he rhythmically pulses them with gentle to hard pressure.

He …turns me on!

I'm panting…
God I love my nipples to be played with…

He doesn't stop…feels like its a half hour of this…
literally!

Then he rolls me onto my back and
puts one hand over my throat…squeezing gently
and his mouth draws my oversensitive nipple into his mouth,
while his other hand plunges into my pussy.

He finger fucks me…finding my G-Spot really quickly.

With the build up, and the many places he's assaulting my body,
I cum quite quickly and strongly.

But of course, he doesn't stop…

Me moves his hand from my throat…
and
covers my mouth and nose.

He never does that!

Oh holy hell!
He keeps fingering me while
controlling my breath.

I fall apart!

That loss of control.
His gift of control.
My gift of surrender.

I feel it.
I am keenly aware of our power exchange.

He continues…giving me breath
and then controlling it.

All the while assaulting my pussy and nipples.

I cum.
I squirt.
I gasp.
I scream.

I give up all control.
He graciously takes it.

I float through my horrendously stressful day
with a calmness about me.
I smile that silly school-girl smile like I had no sense.

and

I survive my day, with the most amazing man,
the most generous Sir,
the most perceptive Master,
the love of my life by my side.

Stollen Moments

So, Sir had traveled all week.  

He's typically so busy and stressed when he's gone,
we talk regularly, but he exerts no D/s.  
We just do what we need to do.
I parent and take care of the house (Mommy-Domme)
He works his ass off (Corporate-Dom)

Typically when that happens, 
I have a hard time switching back from Mommy-Domme mode
and he has a tough time, because he's typically exhausted.

While he was gone, our phone calls were frequent. 
Our conversations weren't sexual in nature,
but he stood for no disrespect and he kept me on my toes.

On his way home from the airport, 
he told me of things he wanted to do…
he literally took my breath away.

When he came home, he was attentive,
and claiming
and consistent

We had a day all about 
Stolen moments

He'd frequently 
touch,
caress,
kiss,
pinch.

He'd whisper of 
spankings,
Dildos,
plugs,
kneeling,
fucking.

In the late morning,
with kids occupied,
we passed in the kitchen,
and He pulled me in for a kiss.

He deepened the kiss and 
His hand dipped under my shirt.
He held my waist and then,
roamed up.
He slipped his hands under my bra
and his fingers circled my nipple.

They peaked quickly.
He quickly removes his hand and 
removes my bra. 
"I want this to stay off the rest of the day, fiona."
"Yes, Sir." I quickly reply.

He resumes, 
kissing,
fondling,
pinching.

My breathing shallows.

He quickly pulls back and 
takes my arm and 
turns me around and 
pushes me over the island
the cold, smooth, marble, island.

He spanks me…once.
my breath catches half way and I have to 
inhale to catch my breath.

I want.

I so want.

I arch my back slightly, wanting more.
"Tell me."
"Please, Sir."
He spanks and before the sting registers,
"Please, Sir."

"Please, Sir."

*Spank*

"I bet you wish your pants were down."

"Yes, Sir."

"Take them down, fiona."

I quickly unbutton my jeans and take them down.

He puts his hand on the small of my back,

keeping me firmly pressed onto the island.

His hands caress my ass.

His hands reach around.

His fingers curl under my panties and 

he quickly pushes his fingers inside.

"You're pretty wet, fiona."

He's checking my arousal.  Oh, my goodness.

He never does that.  It's so erotic to me!

He fingers me and gets me so close.

I hear him open a drawer with his other hand.

He removes something.

"Ask"

"Please, Sir.  Please spank me!"

This time he spanks.

It's hard.  Cold.

Cold that turns my ass hot.

It's that blasted metal spatula!

He spanks and spanks.

"I bet you wish your panties were down."

"Yes, Sir."

"Take them down, fiona."

He quickly puts his fingers inside of me.

Oh god, I'm so wet!

I can hear the slickness as he …

AAHHHhhhhhhhh

He's fingering me and … I so want to cum!

He abruptly removes his fingers.

"I'm going to spank you six times, fiona.

Count each one."

*Spank*
"one"
exhale
*Spank*
it's harder, he's increasing his strength.
"two"
exhale

*Spank* 
"three"
panting

*Spank*
"four"
I'm panting…I'm so close

*Spank*
"five"

*Spank*
"sixxxxxxx"

Oh my god, I needed this.  

I needed him.

I needed, to cum!

The Dam Broke

I asked...actually asked.

"Sir, can you take a few minutes to take me to the basement and...
*blushing*
...and use your belt, or hand, or...anything?"

"I'll make a point."

Now, Sir has a way of forgetting things...on a regular basis.
It's quite infuriating for someone who forgets almost nothing.

He went to lay down with one of our children who was struggling and...
That's that.   He's going to fall asleep.

....and...

yup, he fell asleep.

As 11:30 came around, I decided it was time to go to bed.
He steps out of her room and says he'll be down in a minute.

Are you kidding me?  He's exhausted and I'm now tired.

As I finish turning off lights and locking doors,
he appears at the bottom of the stairs.

He's got a crop in his hand and swats my bum.

"Let's go."
I argue with him, that I understand and am grateful that he remembered,
but that he's tired and I'm ready for bed and we should go up to bed ourselves.

After some back and forth, he agrees and up we go.

We get ready for bed and snuggle under the sheets, lights out.

He spoons and pulls me close to his side.
He reaches his hand around and begins to play with my nipple.

He's rolling and squeezing and
OUCH
Dayam, he pinched hard but immediately went back to
rolling and squeezing and flicking and rolling.

I'm starting to moan and my hips are beginning to move
Traitorous hips!
When he's finished getting me thoroughly worked up,
he moves to the other nipple.
"Can't show favorites"

By the time he's done, I'm a puddle of desire!

He rolls me onto my back and inserts his finger.
He begins to finger me and it's feeling good.

He leans his mouth down and sucks and nips at my
seriously over sensitized nipples.

He knows that edge of pain with pleasure makes for a heady sensation!

He continues fingering me,
curling his finger up inside my pussy.
He's hitting just the right spot and I can feel the pleasure rising,
hitting a fever peak.

He bites on my nipple and
fucks my pussy hard with his hand and
I cum...Oh holy hell do I cum.

My body tightens, my hands go up over my mouth
to stifle the scream emanating from my mouth.
My entire abdomen is in spasms and ...
I can feel the gush of fluid as I squirt.

He doesn't stop there, he rides it until my tremors stop.
Him continuing to finger me as my pussy pulsed
made the orgasm last so much longer.

When he pulls his hand away, he's drenched.
Oh, holy hell, I would be mortified, but I can't....
I feel so completely sated.  Nope, no regret or embarrassment.
Just pleasure.

He rolls over and I DIVE for his cock.
Oh, it's so hard...so so very hard.
You know, sometimes his cock is much longer than others.

This time, I can't get near to the end without seriously gagging.
I'm typically pretty good at that, but dayam.

I suck and kiss and lick and suck and bite and suck.
He grabs me and throws me on top of him.

I whine that I want, I want, I need his cock in my mouth.

He slaps my tits as I sit on top of him and it acts like a switch.
I become a wanton slut.
I ride with reckless abandon.

I'm all in!

I feel...oh hell...I start to cum again.
It's strong and at some point, my body freezes.
I can hear nothing and cannot move.
All feeling is centered around his cock in my pussy.

He holds me in place and lets my body return to me.
I figured he'd cum and his hot cum squiring caused the orgasm.

Then he starts to move and ... nope, he's definitely not done.
He pulses into me, hard and fast.

It's like that first orgasm was an earthquake,
Causing fissures in my Orgasm dam.
Squirting, opened up the fissures, releasing some water.
Now, fucking has broken the dam.

He fucks hard, continuing on and I cum again.
I just can't believe it.
They're mind-blowing - each one.

I can't even remember how many times I came before he finally did.

"God, I love you. " he declares. 
"Feel better??
"Oh, my God, I love you too.  I feel....ohmygod, that was amazing."

I remember just a few days ago asking if he thought I would ever squirt again.
So many times this fall, he would finger me and I just didn't feel anything,
then I felt pain or discomfort,
then I felt pleasure,
then, euphoria!

Floodgate: The Anatomy of My Squirt

So...I'm new to squirting, but making up for lost time!

I've read about it, but until recently never did it.

Yup, I'm talking about squirting.

I was laying in bed with Sir this morning,
His drenched hand over my body and a sexy, smirk on his face.
I innocently look up at him and reply to his unspoken remark,
"Well, Sir, you've opened up the floodgates."

And so he has.  Literally and figuratively.

We've both figured it out - for my body.

For years and years, Sir has told me to "Push" when he would finger me.
(that means, baring down - more than Kegel exercises."

MENTALLY:
For me, though, there has been a mental block on fingering.
I rarely came when being fingered.
I think that's due to left-overs bad tapes
from a pre-Sir sexual assault.

But, after many years of working through ...
I think I can now simply let my mind go.
It's just HIM and ME in our bed...in my mind...
no old tapes, nothing bad, only us!

Physically...well I spoke with Sir who says
He's doing nothing different...absolutely nothing.
Nothing feels different inside of me...absolutely nothing.

PHYSICALLY:
He starts, he plays with my body
he plays with my clit,
He gets me excited.
He's typically talking and mentally I'm all in.

This morning,
I'm on my back, he's laying beside me.
He's leaning over me - his mouth and fingers on my nipple.
I cum once...I cum twice...I cum.

As I'm cumming, my legs tense, my stomach muscles clench,
At some point, I lean my head and shoulders up and hold onto his back
I'm coming apart and I want to touch him, I need to be close to him.

He keeps going, keeps pulling pleasure out of me.
I keep bearing down on his fingers and feeling the pleasure
I can feel my body shake, I can feel my pleasure course through me
and ...
And ...
AND ...

Oh - ya!

I squirt.  

I feel the most amazing convulsing...all inside!
My toes curl, my clit throbs, my fingers fist, electricity pulses.
I squirt.

My floodgates had been permanently closed,
the lock padlocked and then the damn thing  rusted!

I am so thrilled that Sir never gave up on me.
He kept chipping away at the padlocks
and released the pleasure being held back by the floodgates!