After dinner I went into our room
and began to fold clean clothes
(oh yes...so mundane)
Sir came up behind me and
put his arms around.
He fondled my breasts,
took off my bra,
and pinched and pulled my nipples
until I was starting to moan.
He whispered in my ear
that he was very happy with what I had made for dinner
and that I had not been too inappropriate
when he was late for dinner
and that I was doing such a better job of listening
and obeying.
He told me that as a reward,
he would cane me,
so I was to drop my pants and lay over the side of the bed.
I quickly did, and he retrieved the cane.
He tapped so nicely and I was really enjoying
until he TAPPED.
YOUCH!
then he immediately went back to light
taps
As I started to moan,
TAP
YOUCH!
Then as the pattern continues and I'm starting to
really let go,
he tells me to start asking for it.
So when the pain morphs into warm, yummy feelings
I have to ask.
If I don't ask quickly enough the TAP is excruciating...
ok - not excruciating but really severe.
---------
Later, I was talking to Sir and said,
"Sometimes, would you just let me float away,
and not pull my back?"
He asked what I meant and I explained
that as he makes me ask for things
or communicate, that he pulls me back
from floating away on my endorphins high into
lovely floaty sub-space.
and he laughs...
NOT an evil laugh...
a total teddy bear laugh,
grins at me,
and says,
"Well, I guess, that's just part of the sadist in me."
So freaking incongruous...
talking about the sadist in him
all the while smiling like a
cuddly, darling, teddy bear.
Oh, do I ever love my Master!
Showing posts with label Sadist. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Sadist. Show all posts
Wednesday, March 25, 2015
Thursday, February 6, 2014
Switch Realization
So, we rarely switch anymore.
Like almost never.
But last night,
Sir asked and
I enjoyed!
(actually, I hope we both did)
I had a thought about the experience,
I think I learned something…
Sir is NOT a masochist - at all.
While he wouldn't mind a nice
flogging or spanking,
He would not want something
hard or intensely painful.
I, however
have serious sadistic tendencies.
While switching, I
have to make sure to remind myself
to be a kind and sweet Top
because that isn't what comes naturally
(naturally I would frequently want to
do what I love being done to me.)
When not switching,
I am a masochist!
I love it hard and intense!
This morning, Sir put me on my knees
and in my place and
before work I had a wonderful hard spanking.
After that, Sir put my hand on his rock hard cock,
reminding me how grateful I am that
though he doesn't like things to be rough for himself,
but he enjoys being a sadist with me!
I am grateful!
Like almost never.
But last night,
Sir asked and
I enjoyed!
(actually, I hope we both did)
I had a thought about the experience,
I think I learned something…
Sir is NOT a masochist - at all.
While he wouldn't mind a nice
flogging or spanking,
He would not want something
hard or intensely painful.
I, however
have serious sadistic tendencies.
While switching, I
have to make sure to remind myself
to be a kind and sweet Top
because that isn't what comes naturally
(naturally I would frequently want to
do what I love being done to me.)
When not switching,
I am a masochist!
I love it hard and intense!
This morning, Sir put me on my knees
and in my place and
before work I had a wonderful hard spanking.
After that, Sir put my hand on his rock hard cock,
reminding me how grateful I am that
though he doesn't like things to be rough for himself,
but he enjoys being a sadist with me!
I am grateful!
Thursday, August 29, 2013
My Morning
I wake up and notice that Sir and I are back to back
We are touching top to bottom, almost leaning on each other.
It's pitch black in our room, the house is silent.
The alarms have yet to issue their demon like noises.
We typically sleep, entwined, touching.
He rolls over, he's typically so in-tune with me.
Though I didn't move, he knows I'm awake.
He rolls over and spoons me.
He puts his top arm over my waist
His hands touching my belly.
He slowly caresses my skin.
He finds my belly button and begins to tease.
It's lovely at first, then the heat builds.
He's rimming it, rubbing it, dipping inside.
It's erotic and I notice that my breathing has become panting.
My hips are moving as are my legs.
I'm so turned on.
and I'm writhing with arousal, with need.
He's touching and teasing and heating
BEEP
BEEP
BEEP
BEEP
FUCK!
Fuckfuckfuckfuck!
=======================================
As I'm putting on Sir's shoes and socks
(a ritual I do almost every morning)
He takes his toes and plays with my nipples.
He pulls down the v-neck of my night shirt
exposing my breasts to his view.
Oh, it's so erotic.
I am so insanely turned on.
I am sitting on the floor at his feet and
he's playing with my rock hard nipples.
I look up and quietly whisper...
"I need it rough." I say with some embarrassment...then clarify
"I need you to be rough with me sometime soon."
"Oh, fiona, I'm happy to hear you say that.
I want to use the electro on you...but in places we haven't tried."
My stomach is immediately in upheaval as the
entire kaleidoscope of butterflies takes flight.
"Now, in order to do that, you'll have to be tied to the bed.
Are you up for that fiona?"
He barely has the last words out before I'm clearly saying,
"Yes, Sir. Yes, PLEASE!"
Ya, I'm going to be a worthless wanton slut today!
=======================================
I'm talking to him on the phone a few minutes ago.
"You're a sadistic bastard, you know?"
"Am I?"
"I was so worked up and you just went to work."
"It's my job, isn't it?"
haha, funny play on words there.
"Yes, Sir."
"Just say thank you."
"Thank you, Sir."
What else was I to say?!
We are touching top to bottom, almost leaning on each other.
It's pitch black in our room, the house is silent.
The alarms have yet to issue their demon like noises.
We typically sleep, entwined, touching.
He rolls over, he's typically so in-tune with me.
Though I didn't move, he knows I'm awake.
He rolls over and spoons me.
He puts his top arm over my waist
His hands touching my belly.
He slowly caresses my skin.
He finds my belly button and begins to tease.
It's lovely at first, then the heat builds.
He's rimming it, rubbing it, dipping inside.
It's erotic and I notice that my breathing has become panting.
My hips are moving as are my legs.
I'm so turned on.
and I'm writhing with arousal, with need.
He's touching and teasing and heating
BEEP
BEEP
BEEP
BEEP
FUCK!
Fuckfuckfuckfuck!
=======================================
As I'm putting on Sir's shoes and socks
(a ritual I do almost every morning)
He takes his toes and plays with my nipples.
He pulls down the v-neck of my night shirt
exposing my breasts to his view.
Oh, it's so erotic.
I am so insanely turned on.
I am sitting on the floor at his feet and
he's playing with my rock hard nipples.
I look up and quietly whisper...
"I need it rough." I say with some embarrassment...then clarify
"I need you to be rough with me sometime soon."
"Oh, fiona, I'm happy to hear you say that.
I want to use the electro on you...but in places we haven't tried."
My stomach is immediately in upheaval as the
entire kaleidoscope of butterflies takes flight.
"Now, in order to do that, you'll have to be tied to the bed.
Are you up for that fiona?"
He barely has the last words out before I'm clearly saying,
"Yes, Sir. Yes, PLEASE!"
Ya, I'm going to be a worthless wanton slut today!
=======================================
I'm talking to him on the phone a few minutes ago.
"You're a sadistic bastard, you know?"
"Am I?"
"I was so worked up and you just went to work."
"It's my job, isn't it?"
haha, funny play on words there.
"Yes, Sir."
"Just say thank you."
"Thank you, Sir."
What else was I to say?!
Wednesday, May 29, 2013
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!
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!
Saturday, April 6, 2013
Spring Beating (Processing)
So After my Spring Beating (the past three posts 1, 2 & 3),
I wanted to explore something that was different during that night.
My Sir...my Dom...was more sadistic than he has ever been. He struck with a force that he has NEVER given. He struck places on my body he's never struck, he struck me to hurt, seriously hurt. He took me to the edge and pushed right past several of my boundaries, maybe quite a bit past.
I was terrified about many things including:
I wanted to explore something that was different during that night.
My Sir...my Dom...was more sadistic than he has ever been. He struck with a force that he has NEVER given. He struck places on my body he's never struck, he struck me to hurt, seriously hurt. He took me to the edge and pushed right past several of my boundaries, maybe quite a bit past.
I was terrified about many things including:
- Having my clit, directly hit
- Having my nipples hit with a direct concentrated blow
(with something other than a hand or flogger) - Having orgasms pulled out of me after I was really sure I could go not have another
- Having an ultimatum to have an orgasm in a given time period
He was so much more, "in the zone" than he has EVER been.
He took such pleasure, such exquisite pleasure in my pain.
He was enjoying himself.
I could see it in his eyes, and hear it in his voice.
He was sure of himself and loving what he was doing.
Oh My God, it was such an amazing turn on!
I loved his sadism.
I loved my masochism.
I had many moments when I though of safe wording...
something I have never, like seriously NEVER, thought about doing before.
In our over twenty years of playing, I've NEVER come this close to using my safe word.
He confidently walked a fine line and it was HOT.
He Saw, He Conquered, and He Came!
Thursday, April 4, 2013
Spring Beating (Part 3)
(continued from Part 1 and Part 2)
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.
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!
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,
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.
Tuesday, April 2, 2013
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.
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.....
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.....
Monday, January 21, 2013
Acknowledgement
"You're just so cute," he says
Hrmph. When he says that, it makes me feel like a school girl. I know it's not necessarily how he means it, but that's how it comes across. That it's silly or it's somehow childish. I was saying something to him that wasn't meant to be cute...it was just a statement.
"You hate it when I say that."
"Yes."
"I think that's why I like saying it so much."
"You ARE a sadist."
"Only for the past year or so. But you like me being this way. That's why I like it so much."
**blushes**
oh he knows me so well.
You know those moments, when he vocalizes that he is enjoying being the way he is. When he acknowledges being a sadist or me being a masochist...weather in an extreme way or in an extremely minor way, like this example above, it is so meaningful to me. He loves me the way I am. He enjoys being the way he's being. Reassurance. Realization. Acknowledgement. Satisfaction. Contentment.
Hrmph. When he says that, it makes me feel like a school girl. I know it's not necessarily how he means it, but that's how it comes across. That it's silly or it's somehow childish. I was saying something to him that wasn't meant to be cute...it was just a statement.
"You hate it when I say that."
"Yes."
"I think that's why I like saying it so much."
"You ARE a sadist."
"Only for the past year or so. But you like me being this way. That's why I like it so much."
**blushes**
oh he knows me so well.
You know those moments, when he vocalizes that he is enjoying being the way he is. When he acknowledges being a sadist or me being a masochist...weather in an extreme way or in an extremely minor way, like this example above, it is so meaningful to me. He loves me the way I am. He enjoys being the way he's being. Reassurance. Realization. Acknowledgement. Satisfaction. Contentment.
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)