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!

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

Desire ~ Interruption ~ Ecstasy

We sleep together most every night as a jumble of limbs, snuggling close.  We woke this morning, in just that fashion.  As Sir came awake, my hand reached around to hold his hard cock and balls.  He slid his hand, which had been draped across me, up to my right nipple.  Without saying a word, he began to play. He rolled, he pinched, he pulled, he squeezed.  After no time, I was aroused - no that sounds too proper, I was wanton - hot and horny.  He moved over to my left nipple and continued with his tormenting.  Oh, how I love the feel of his fingers on my nipples.  My body was beginning to move.   

"You are going to be a good girl today, aren't you?"  He says.

"Yes, Sir"

"You had a bit of a lapse yesterday, didn't you?"  

"I'm sorry, Sir" I say ashamed, because yes, yesterday I lost my ever-lovin' shit.

"Today, we're going to start the day off right.  You ARE going to be a good girl."

He continues telling me what he expects from me for the day.  This includes wife/mother tasks, household chores, sexual expectations, personal maintenance.  He plays with my nipples and tells me what I am to do, combining sexual arousal and emotional/intellectual satisfaction.  I am beginning to feel wetness seeping out from between my legs.  

His hands are on my breasts, alternating between kneading and sharp squeezes.  

My breathing is ragged, desire is pulsing through my veins and I'm beginning to moan.  

.........

bounce

bounce

bounce

"HI MOMMY!"

POUNCE 

"Fuck, Fuck.  Fuckity, Fuck, Fuck, Fuck!" - my brain screams.  I'm so aroused and I can't control my breathing.  Damn real life!  

My youngest bounds onto the bed.  Hops on top of me.  Looks at Sir and says, "Hi Daddy, I'm hungry.  I'm going to get breakfast." Then, leaps off the bed and is gone.  

It's kinda like a hit-and-run!

.........

"Go lock my door, quickly."  He says.  I fly out of bed and lock the door and am almost jumping out of my skin to get back in bed.  I lay down and begin to angle myself toward his engorged cock, longing to have it between my lips.  He grabs me and pulls me back.  One of his arms lays across my throat and his other moves so he can check on my arousal.  His fingers deftly move between my legs and find the Niagara Falls of moisture escaping my lips.  He plunges inside and re-unfocuses my mind.  "Ahhhh," I cry out as he manipulates me from inside.

Just before I come, he pulls his arm away from my throat and his fingers from my pussy.  He lays back on the bed with a particularly evil grin.  I once again move to kiss the head that I have been longing for.  Once again, he pulls me, but this time, it's on top of him.  Like a well oiled machine, I slide effortlessly onto him.  The minute I move, I cum.  Literally.  I was so aroused that I shot off like a cannon.  My hands went up to my face, my mouth opened in a silent scream, my pussy pulsed with such force I could feel it firmly squeezing his cock.  Then like the wanton slut that I was, I proceeded to fuck at a pace that was unbecoming - even a slut.  I was hellbent on pleasure and one orgasm beget another.  

As my eyes were screwed shut, I was surprised when he pushed my hands away from my face and pushed them so they were behind my head.  He slapped my breasts with a wonderful rhythm that matched my gyrations.  Then, all at once, he slapped my breast - he came - and his powerful shot must have hit my g-spot, because I saw stars, I stopped breathing, I froze unable to process the ... 

... ecstasy.