Anticipation Part 3

I stood up slowly,
Felt my naked body, cuffed ankles and wrists
and wonderfully flogged and caned ass.

I stretched and picked up the pillows.
I carried them over and put them in front of Master's chair.

I cautiously knelt down, adjusting to the position.
I put my hands behind my back
Intentionally working on being in a submissive place...
physically and mentally.

He walked over and told me to lean back.
Master sat down and unzips his jeans
He took out his hard cock
grabbed my hair and pushed my mouth onto his cock
Tells me, "Try not to move...at all."

I hold his thick, silky, cock
reverently
I loving the feel...the taste...the saltiness of his pre-cum.

I was so good.  I was so still.
I wanted...God I wanted...more
Wanted to suck and pump more pre-cum out of it.

And...then my will power failed and
I began to suck...
to suckle
being so careful not to move my head
I suckle and so so love the feeling
I feel such a deep appreciation for having his
thick, warm, silky soft cock in my mouth

Periodically, his cock twitches and it almost makes me begin to move my head
Each time it twitches, pre-cum oozes into the back of my throat.
I gag one time and immediately go back to holding it and suckling.

Eventually, Master takes my head and fucks my mouth a bit.
I absolutely love it when he takes my head
and fucks up into my mouth.
I love that feeling!
I'm so damn horny...so desperate.

He pulls me off and tells me to grab my lunch,
sit quietly at his feet and eat.

I so want to be a good girl.
I so want to listen all the while being so desperate.

I reluctantly go make my lunch...and we watch tv
and when I finish my lunch
I put my plate away, and Masters
and this time I sit back down in front of him
I put my hands behind my neck.

Sir puts his hand on my laced fingers
he holds me there for a bit.
I then move open my legs and feel so vulnerable.
so submissive
so lovely.

He then puts his hands on my elbows and stretches them back.
I love the thought of him stretching me physically
I love that I'm stretching emotionally...
working on my submission
working on my openness

He stretches...then holds...then stretches.
After a bit, he tells me to go into our room

He tells me to lay over the bed once again
He gives me the last one hundred
of my THOUSAND swats
with his hand.
He's spanking hard...harder than I would expect.
I'm so warmed up...it feels ...amazing!
but by the end...I'm beginning to cry.
He steps in behind me,
rubbing his hard, jean clad cock against my hot ass.
He pulls me up and hugs me from behind
I feel enveloped by my Master.

He tells me to climb up on the bed and lay on my back
I do so and he disappears into our closet.

He walks back out and chastises me
for not having my pussy shaved...
it's been a few weeks and is very fuzzy.

He reaches over and grabs a large rectangular wooden hair brush.
He spanks my pussy,
20 times with the hair brush.

I put my legs slightly together at about 13.
I am trying so hard.
But it's also so so so intense!

Immediately after the 20th,
he climbs on top of me
He fucks me.
So wonderfully!
He cums inside of me,
rolls us over onto our sides
and holds me.

Bliss!

Morning Conversation

Sir was half asleep this morning
and I was wrapped around him,
snuggling close
my hand rubbing his cock.

He sleepily moans as I grab his balls
and scrunch them up slightly.

"mmmmmm, that feels good.
I may want some more attention 
sometime soon."



<silence>



"I think I want you to put in the small plug."
(he means…not in me)

"any time."

"You know, I love it when I have that 
in my ass
and your pussy on my mouth."




<silence>




"so….do you want it as in…
you telling me to do it…

or….


…as in a switch?"


"switch"

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?

Power Exchange Lights Up The Room

Last night in bed I was laying on my side 

and Sir was snuggling up behind me.

I can't even remember what I said, 

but I was ready for sleep and feeling…frustrated, maybe?!

Sir was playing with my nipples and 

I was getting aroused.

I could feel myself getting wet but I didn't want to.

I couldn't flip the switch in my head.

I put my hands up to push him away.

He moves his hand to my pussy.

He grabs it and squeezes it, hard!

He growls in my ear,

"Whose in charge?"

"Not you." I say flippantly.

He squeezes my pussy again, really hard.

"Let's try that again, whose in charge?"

"I am."

Ya, not the smartest idea…and I knew it,
but couldn't seem to keep from going there.

He smacks my pussy, over and over,
then grabs and squeezes it again.
At the same time, he bites my ear
with just enough pressure to hurt, but not badly.

"Don't fight it.  You want to let go.
You know you want to cede control.
Let it go, fiona.  Don't fight me. 

Whose in control?"
"You are." I easily reply and feel my body relax.
My power effectively exchanged, given eagerly to him.

He moves his hand and brings it up by my nipples.
"My nails are long, so I'm not going to play with your pussy."
he tells me, also adding that I need to see to his nails tomorrow.
I have a wonderful rush when he gives me things to do to care for him.

He plays with my nipples, very rough and firm.
He puts his hand over my throat and squeezes lightly,
not really restricting my air, but in a very controlling manner.

I melt.

He rolls onto his back and rolls me on top of him.
He pushes into me in one fluid movement, seating me on top of him.

"Work my cock, fiona." he commands as I begin to move.
He's touching me, rolling my nipples, scratching my breasts,
squeezing my breasts and scratching my back.
He touches my clit, circles and rubs.

I'm moaning and working myself up.
"I want you to cum on my dick, fiona."
I begin to move at a frantic pace and  he adds just the right ingredient.

He tweaks my nipples hard and then.
*SLAP*  He slaps my breast, hard.
Over and Over as I reach almost a frenzy.
"Cum, fiona.  Cum on my cock, Now."

My body explodes with such force, I quake.
My eyes are squeezed so tightly, but I can see a bright light.

As my body works it's way through the spasms,
which were strong and seemed to last forever,
I open my eyes and still can see a bright light.

I look over and see that Sir's iPod had illuminated.
It goes off, automatically, plunging the room back into darkness.

That's weird.

"What was that?"
"I don't know, let me hold you for a minute 
and then you can figure that out."

After I cleaned him up, I look at his iPod,
there was nothing that would have caused it to light up.
The timing was … really weird.
It seemed to literally go on when I came.
*insert Twilight Zone music*

Attentively Cropped and Spanked

Sir was being a sweetheart and 

spent the evening having a wonderful family night.

I showed him an email from a friend that said,

"you need a nice long spanking from [Sir Q].

OTK with the hand gradually building up in intensity

with lots of rubbing."

He smiled that wonderful smile of his and it warmed me.

As bedtime approached, and kids were asleep,

we locked up the house and went up to bed.

I was tired and thought he was too.

Unexpectedly, he quietly told me

to get undressed and get over the bed.

I was nervous because I wasn't feeling it.  

I wasn't feeling "in the mood" for ... anything.

I remembered that I wanted to say yes to him...

I got undressed and walked over and lay over the side of the bed.

I listened to him rummaging around and putting things away.

Then I felt the caress of the crop.

I felt the soft touch of the tip as it rubbed around my bum.

The crop left me and returned with a *Sting*

Oh, it's only been about three weeks and seriously...

I know it wasn't hard, but it really stung!

He continued, and he was more attentive to my body than he typically is.

He noticed when my feet would kick up behind me

signaling that it was pushing my ability to absorb the strike.

He reduced the intensity or moved where it hit.

Resulting in building the warmth in a wide region.

He cropped my ass - thoroughly.

He moved to hit my thighs periodically as well.

He rubbed as my leg started kicking-up again.

Oh, his rub, after he has cropped or spanked me feels so...

comforting,

connecting,

grounding,

loving!

He flipped me over on the bed and spread my legs.

He let the crop tip trail over my body.

It trailed over my belly, 

over my pussy, 

up my sides,

over my nipples and back down.

He cropped my pussy and when I attempted to close my legs, 

firm hands pushed them back into position.

No censure, just calm reassurance that this wasn't an option.

He cropped my nipples and toyed with them.

They hardened quickly to sensitive tight nubs.

He flipped me back over and returned 

with his hands this time, to my ass.

His rubbing turned to squeezing and grabbing.

Abruptly.

He walked over to the wing-chair beside the bed.

He sat down and told me to come over and lay across his knee.

It took me several seconds to comply as I felt a flutter of butterflies 

and needed a minute to catch my breath.

I stood, naked and flushed and walked over to his waiting lap.

His arms outstretched, loving and possessing at the same time,

He eased me over his lap and held me close.

I loved feeling him, loved him holding me tight,

loved the return of his hand to my skin.

He spanked, not as hard as he can, but not light taps either.

He was pushing me, stretching my now limited tolerance.

Unlike he has done frequently in the past, he stopped abruptly

and let his fingers delve down into the folds.

He dipped inside and plunged into my pussy.

"Oh, you are wet.  What a good girl you are, fiona."

That made the butterflies flutter a bit again 

and my breath caught.

He pulled out and continued spanking.

I was gratified that my body was responding.

I was thrilled that he was pushing me.

I was thrilled that we were connected!

The rest of the evening is kid of a blur.

There was sex.

There was an orgasm for him which made him scream.

HE screamed.

He NEVER does that!  

It was wonderful to watch him come apart,

and to know that I helped that happen.

There was also an orgasm for me...

which took a lot of time to get to...

but that he didn't give up on!

Dear lord, I do LOVE my Sir!

I Came to a Crop

He locks the door,
Walks me into the bathroom.
Turns on both ceiling fans.

My stomach flips...I know what's coming.

He stands behind me and kisses my neck.
His hands reach to my sides and sensuously lift my shirt.
He undoes my bra and slides it off.
He reaches around, unbuttons my jeans and lets them fall on the floor.

After a quick smack on my ass
He divests me of my panties and bends me over
He directs me to put my hands on the tub.

He smacks me with the crop...
He's really working hard at mastering his new toy.
Some of the strikes are thuddy, some are stingy.

I'm wiggling and swaying and moaning
and breathing so heavily.

As he crops me, he stands to the side with
his non-cropping hand settled strongly on my back.

His touch grounds me,
His smack lets me soar.
What magical duality!

He rubs and scratches my back, my ass, my legs.
"Stand up, fiona."
I do.

"Face me."
I do.  I look down, feeling very shy.

"Don't look away, fiona.  Look at me"
Reluctantly, I do.

"Spread your legs and think about the spreader bar we were talking about earlier. 
Do Not Move, Fiona."
I do.

He crops my pussy.
It hits and the tip wraps around my mons.
Each time it impacts my clit, I climb higher up Pleasure Peak.
I finally close my eyes because I can't stand it any more.
Ahhh,  AAhhhhh, AAAAAHHHHHH
I cum so hard and lunge forward and grab Sir.

I shutter and spasm in his arms and he holds me tight.
I am His.

The Crop and My Flight of Surrender

So, I Playfully tapped Sir's bottom as he walked past.  
I KNOW.  
I shouldn't have done that.  
I know.  I really do.  And yet. 
And Yet, I simply can't help myself.  

He rounded on my immediately, with an air of hostility.
He grabbed a fist full of my hair, right at the base.
He squeezed his fist and pulled my hair.  
At the exact same time, he pushed my head onto the bed.

He spanks my ass hard with his hand, 
but as I have jeans on, it's simply thuddy.
He then lets go and tells me to pull my pants down and 
get back into position, as he walks away from me.  
He follows that up with an authoritarian, "NOW!"

I do so and feel him behind me again.  
This time, it is not a thud, 
it's an off the bed, hands to my ass,
scream for mercy thrash with his belt. 
Oh, holy hell.  He left is all on the line there.

He commands me to get into position, hands high above my head
of course adding in his growl of "Now."

I comply, but warily.  I remember to breathe.
He lashes my ass with authority.  
It is hard.  I'm having a hard time processing.
I'm focused on breathing and staying in position.
"You like the belt.  Isn't that what you said?"

He's so right.  I do like the belt.  But it hurts.
There's been no warm up.  
He was pissed.  He wasn't playing around.
He's whipping my ass and it fucking hurts.

After...um...a bunch?  Oh hell, I have no idea how many,
He stops and declares, "Clear off my bed.
I want you back in position with the bamboo - NO, with the crop."
He adds as a warning, "And you'd better hurry."

I stand and rub my bum.  I'm sure I'll feel welts.
I look in the mirror and see amazing red stripes.
Oh, it's like my most exciting Girl Scout Badge of Honor!
I quickly put things on our bed away grab the crop.
He lays on his side of the bed and he commands,
"Grab a pillow, put it at the end of the bed and lay down, fiona."
I do so and quickly lay on my belly, 
assuming he's going to continue his assault on my ass.
"No, fiona.  Roll over and put your hands up."


I roll over and put my hands up and hold on to the root rail.  
He starts with the crop, rubbing the leather nub across my nipples.
After he has rubbed it to a stiff peak, he begins to crop.
He hits them hard.  Consistent and straight on.  
It stings every time he hits it. 
Typically when he hits my nipples, it turns to a lovely burn.
But he's hitting dead on and hard and it stings.

When he's assaulted my nipples sufficiently,
he pushes my knees apart.
YIPEE (what the fuck is wrong with me, right?)
He begins to softly crop my mons.
He crops around and then periodically over my clit.
It's not directly on my clit, it's my lips.

It feels so so good.
He's not zeroing in on any one spot.  
"Are you in subspace?" he asks...
OK so I find that hilarious...him actually asking - matter-of-fact-like
besides the fact that he knows the word.  
I'll have to ask him where he learned that 
as he doesn't read any blogs that I don't put in front of him.

"No." I reply simply.  
He rubs the tip of the crop down - outside of my hole.
Oh God I want!  I beg for him to fuck me.
Fuck me with the crop.
Fuck me with his finger.
Fuck me with...ANYTHING.  

He takes the crop back and begins assaulting my mons again.
He crops down over my clit and back to my thighs.
I'm breathing more, quicker.  
My clit is sensitizing.  I can tell.
He wheedles the tip of the crop into the top of my lips.
Opening my pussy.

He goes back to cropping - hard.
It feels soooooo good.
He rubs the tip against my whole slit.  
He further opens me up.
I'm now completely exposed and 
He crops directly on my clot.

Oh I cum, hard!
I see stars, literally.
My whole body trembles while my insides convulse.

He commands and I roll over.
He crops my ass, but now I AM floating.
I process that he's striking, but I feel nothing.
I'm jelly, relaxed and enjoying the ride.
I respond to nothing.  I simply am.
I am like an objective outside observer in my beating.

Then he pulls me out...out of my flight of surrender.
I can't remember how he did it, but I clearly remember him doing it.
I didn't want to come back down.  
But that is where he wanted me.  
So here I am.

He continues his assault on my ass...
but now it hurts, now I feel, now I respond.

He pulls my hair and bends me so I can suck his cock.
His beautiful hard cock.
He gives me this gift to suck and I relish it!
I suck, I stoke, he crops. 

He crops my thighs and feet 
as I lick and suck and worship his cock.
As he's getting close, he sets me atop his cock
and fucks my pussy so we can
cum together and collapse.
What a flight my Pilot, my Sir, My Dom took me on!

100th Post ... AND ... Sir's Home!

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So, this is my HUNDREDTH post.  OK, so I am totally flabbergasted.  I know I've said it before, but I was NOT a person who journaled...like EVER.   How in the heck have I managed to blog 100 published posts?

It has been wonderful.  I have loved blogging.  I have loved getting to know new people.  I have made wonderful friends, who've become a part of my life.  I am happy that people read my blog, I love, that people comment - regularly or periodically.  The comments mean the world to me!  I love that there are people who I can e-mail to  ask questions, or who even periodically e-mail me. I love the connections that I have with Y'ALL!


On another note...Sir made it home.  
HIP HIP HOORAY!  

He reasserted his dominance - right away.  He was loving and affectionate.  
We kissed.  We danced in the kitchen.  We talked and touched.  I asked at one point when we were hugging and he wouldn't let me put my arms around  his neck..."What are you doing?"  to which he quickly and matter of factly responded, "Asserting my dominance.  I love you and oh how I have missed you fiona."  

We were not alone in our home.  He comes back to our home filled with his extended family.  He's subtle with his dominance, but quite clear with his intent.  He took me up to our room within the first twenty minutes of being home under the auspices of unpacking his suitcase.  He bent me over the bed and spanked me - TWICE.  Yes, it was only twice, but he made them count.  OUCH.  He pumped into me from behind...both of us totally clothed.  He rocked into me and I could feel his hard-on.  I was so horny.  I know we don't sleep together continuously, but regularly.  It's been a week (I know - it's not THAT long, but it was a long time for me and a lot of stress and strain in between).  I was soooo happy that he was feeling the same way.   I was thrilled that he was hard.  THRILLED.  So...... 

...after pumping into me, he grabbed my hair and pushed me to my knees.  I buried my face in his crotch.  He unzipped his pants and pulled his hard cock out.  I was almost sucking in his pants, I was so eager.  I got a hold of his cock and just about inhaled it.  I sucked and he fucked.  He grabbed my hair and used my mouth.  He growled that he needed to cum in my mouth.  He started to cum and pushed his cock deep into my mouth.  Not being quite at the right angle, I coughed and gagged just a bit as he shot his load deep into my mouth.  I sucked and swallowed.  I loved that my gagging did not detour him from having his pleasures be met. He came so much, I had to swallow four times (and those weren't sips, either.)  When we were done, I looked up and saw him smiling at me.  Smiling with adoration and seeing the love in my eyes as I still sucked on his softening cock.  

Tonight as we went to bed, he sucked and nibbled and bit the living shit out of my nipples.  When he was done with that, he pushed my knees apart.  He slapped my pussy - hitting on the sweet spot.  He generally doesn't "check" on my arousal, but his fingers were greeted with slick honey dripping.  He slipped a finger, then two inside.  He fingered me to several orgasms, then lay his head on my chest and keeping his fingers inside of me, slipped off to sleep.  I lay there, fully awake, not wanting to ever move, feeling owned, loved, sated and controlled.  


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Thank you all again for reading.  

Happy 

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Spring Beating (Part 3)

(continued from Part 1 and Part 2)

So when last you read...I was out of my FUCKING mind.  I was incoherent, like seriously.  Lost my mind!  But ... he wasn't done.  OMFG, he wasn't done!  

He finished with my nipples and they were on fire, but in a really hot amazing way.  

He moved back to my thighs, which had already been worked over and were hypersensitive.  He crops my thigh, my inner-fucking-thigh and ... it hurts and I should hate it and it should be torturous...but....but....ah, hell.  Call it like it is, I love it.  I adore it.  I love each strike, each little one inch square of burning stinging flesh.  I love each strike of the crop on my sensitive thighs.  He moves between my two thighs and it feels so amazing.  

He moves back to my nipple and rubs the end, the flap of leather around my nipple, flicking it.  He flicks the leather edge across my hard nipple.  Oh, Ahhhh.  Then he slaps it down on the end.  Flick and Swish.  Flick and Swish.  Oh dear, I sound like he's performing spells in Harry Potter....the X-rated edition. 

He moves the crop back and starts rubbing my mons.  Then, he slaps it once, HARD.  It's painful and stingy and wow.  But then he says the words that change my life.  OK, well open up something new.  "Open."  HOLY SHIT.  OMG.  OH.  AHHHHH.  Does he mean what I think he means?  Oh my - what's he doing, what's he going to do.  OMG!!!!  I'm soooooo excited!  I'm ......  ya, so this is going through my head and instead of opening, opening my pussy to him, I'm processing this and thinking working desperately hard on remembering to breathing.  "With your hands, fiona.  Open.  Let me see."  Oh my God, he really means this.  He really wants me to open my lips and let him see my most sensitive parts.  How embarrassing.  How mortifying.  How exciting.  How arousing.  I open, I take both of my hands and separate my lips to reveal my pearl, drenched in honey.  

He takes the leather flap, again, and rubs.  He explores - he examines.  OMG, he examines me.  Oh I love it. I adore it.  I'm captivated.  I'm out of my mind and soaring!

All of a sudden, he smacks…ON TARGET…OMG!!!!!!  He smacked my clit and I cum.  Oh - AHH...he crops several times and it's insane!  It's intoxicating.  It's a sharp pain, but at the same time, it pulses my clit.  I've never had my clit clamped, never had it struck....I've had my pussy flogged, but it wasn't opened like this.  The mental game, the fact that he's ordered me to open it with my own hands and hold it for him to torture, him to CROP.  HOLY HELL.  But the pain is REAL.  It's sharp.

After several hits, he tells me to get The Dildo and the Purple Dinosaur.  I once again, ungracefully UNgracefully get off the bed and stagger to the toy box and obtain the two dildos.  I present them to Sir and he tells me to lay back, EXACTLY as I was.  He takes The Dildo and fucks me, unceremoniously.  He's talking the entire time telling me that I need no lube, I'm so wet because I'm such a good slut.  I've been beaten and he's loved every minute of it.   He's going to fuck me with the Purple Dinosaur too, with no more lube than what's there.  

He's masturbating me HARD, fucking me and I'm screaming into the pillow.  I've cum so many times, I've lost count.  My mouth is dry from panting, my throat is dry from screaming.  

He takes my hand and puts it on the dildo.  He orders me to continue what he was doing.  Ahhhh.  I do my best, but he's cropping my nipples as I'm masturbating.  I'm wrung out.  I'm spent.  After another scream, he stops cropping and takes my hand off of the dildo.  

He takes my vibe...because SERIOUSLY, I'm not OVER-fucking-stimulated at this point.  He puts it right on my clit.  He Starts masturbating my pussy with the dildo and tells me he's counting to 30 and if I don't have an enormous orgasm, he'll beat the shit out of me.  

OMG, he's never counted.  He's never given me a time limit.  He's never told me I have to, like this.  I'm over primed.  My engine is flooded...like seriously.  He gets to 10 and I think I can't.  He gets to 15 and I'm lost in sensation.  At 22 I'm shaking...all of me.   My pussy is clenching and I swear it's making it hard for the Dildo to move.  I'm convulsing with pleasure.

........NO IDEA WHAT HAPPENED..........

I find myself with the Purple Dinosaur in my pussy.  
He's ... 
ahhhh....
breathe, fiona!
"wah wah wah wah wah wah"    
     AHHHH....
     "wah wah wah wah wah wah"     
           can't...ca....
           "wah wah wah wah wah wah"    
                  ma be....
                  "wah wah wah"    
                         ma.....
                         "wah wah wah wah wah wah"    
                              can't...ca....ma....bre...ma....bre
                              "wah wah wah wah"                       

whistle...
SLAP

***Mother Fucker***

PAIN.....My NIPPLE.  He just cropped the living SHIT out of my nipple.  He hit it spot on with such force.  It whistled through the air and, mother of pearl, landed squarely on my erect, sensitive, nub.  I had soared away, far - far away, and was enjoying the view of another universe.  He swiftly and efficiently brought my attentions back to him ... HERE AND NOW!

"Answer me, fiona.  Do you like how this feels?"

"yesiryesiryesiryesiryesiryesiryesir"

..... and my body is on Fire with desire, with lust, with sex, with pleasure, with pain, with my Sir.



****************


I'm stopping the recounting of my adventure here.

...rest assured, there was sex, there was pleasuring of my Sir...there was more.  But this is what I can recall...what I was able to take notes on...what I could capture.  

Spring Beating (Part 2)

(continued from Part 1)

I have had a wonderful spanking with bamboo and Sir's belt.  I am .... panting and content and feeling floaty lovely.

He stops with the bamboo and begins with the crop.  He's hitting my ass and my thighs.  It's strategic, and definitely impactful :)  

He continues with the same pattern as before.  He does a series of softer strikes and then a series of harder, with increasing intensity. I love the crop.  


He switches back to the bamboo...my rubbing...my soothing.  He completes a set of bamboo and quickly switches back to the crop.  Only this time he starts out fairly hard and increases to REALLY FUCKING HARD.  I can hear it move through the air before it hits.  I can hear the music of the crop, them melody of the crop.  

I'm sure he's making marks intentionally.  When he's done, I'm rolling from side to side trying desperately to stay on my stomach and not flip over.  It's so intense a sting.  

"Breath, fiona.  I'm going to give you a break and then when you're ready, turn over."

HOLY SHIT, when I'm ready for what?  I had a thrill run through me.  I was excited, terrified, nervous, strung out, exhausted, exhilarated, still hyperventilating...OMG.

I have absolutely NO concept as to how much time passed before I awkwardly turned over.   My head was swimming and I was less than graceful.  Nothing sexier than an ungraceful sub, huh?  Oh well.

He lets me lay on my back for a bit and then he begins to position me.  He tells me to put my hands on the rungs of the foot board.  He opens my legs to they are spread eagled.  He rubs the crop all over my body, over my thighs, over my pussy, over my belly, up my ribs, around my nipples.  

It's hot.  I'm so turned on ... ok, well that's a serious understatement.  He raises goose bumps all over my body.   

He's not really cropped the front half of my body before.  He's flogged and spanked, but not cropped.  He starts slow.  I don't know if he's apprehensive and investigating how I react, or if he can sense my apprehension.  I don't know and I don't care, I'm grateful for his slow start.  

He strikes my thighs and strikes my mons.  He's starting with another pattern but it's so intense I can't identify it.  I'm a numbers sub, so my brain is pretty fucking shorted if I can't identify a pattern.  

He then rubs the crop over my nipples and I wonder if he's really going to hit them with a crop.  I'm torn...between desperate desire for him to crop them and terror that he actually will.  

His first strike comes and I take my hands down for just a second...enough to grab the pillow and cover my face.  He crops and once again increases intensity. I scream.  My nipple is so hard and so sensitive and so, oh delicious. Instead of his hand which covers my tits when he slaps them, it's strategic strikes.  He's hitting my all over my breast and then targets my nipple.  

It's, I'm, it's, it feels, I'm just, Ahhhhhhhhh.  There's fire and pleasure and sting, and my pussy is clenching and I'm screaming and I, oh my, and I, and.....

Doesn't Take Much

I'm laying in bed on top of the covers.
He lays beside me.

He reaches over and one hand wanders to my jean clad leg.
He rubs one of my thighs.

His hand roams to my apex.
He spanks my pussy, over my jeans.

He hits with a thud, cupping his hand.
He spanks over and over. Ahhhh.

When he stops, he squeezes,
then he rubs, up and down.

"Your a little wet through these pants."