Sir's Take On Bruises

OK, well Sir is still pissy about my
gigantic bruise on my ass…

THAT HE PUT THERE!

So, I asked him about it.

"So, what exactly bothers you so much
about the bruise…especially when  you 
know I love it?"

"It feels just too close to…
like I'm really hurting you."

I kinda giggled here…
I know, not the best response,
but I mean…REALLY?!?!

"Um, well…you are!  
Do you really think that 
when you hit me 
as hard as you do sometimes
with things like ...
a metal spatula (the culprit of the new gigantic bruise)
or a leather crop
or a belt
or the fuckinghairbrush
that it doesn't hurt?"

"I just don't think it's healthy
it's not good for your body
for me to be bruising you."

hmmmmm.

"I love you.
But I also do like the marks…
I'm not wanting them all the time,
but sometimes.

Remember, Sir, there is a difference
between hurting me and harming me.
I like being hurt.  
It turns me on…
but,
I appreciate that you aren't harming me."

 to which he simply
smiled at me and
gently caressed my cheek.

I Wonder...

I wonder…

How is this relationship
affecting my children?

What will my children think
of the relationship between
their mom and their dad?

Will they remember us
as being loving?
as being in love?
as being affectionate?
as being kind?

Or…

Will they remember us
with me kneeling at his feet (hugging him)?
with his hands in my hair (pulling it)?
our door being locked with any frequency?
fighting with each other (unique, because it almost never happens)?
or just being contented with each other?
hearing the smack of a spank (or smack)?
hearing the moans of extraordinarily satisfying sex?
with my "yes, Sir's" or "no, Sir's"?

Will they think of us as
weird?
strange?
loving?
violent?
controlling?
normal?

Will our choice of TTWD effect my children?

Fighting It.

Well.

Hmmmmm.

I'm working my way back.

Funny, how quickly it all died.

I was away with the kids and Sir…
though Sir was working, so it was mostly
me being MommyDomme and
playing and
stressing.

This vacation wasn't restful
in any way, shape, or form.

It was extraordinarily stressful
for me for personal reasons.

The kids had fun, for the most part.

The stress was adult stress…
Sir's work stress…
Old friend stress…
Current friend stress…

Just a holy hell bundle of stress.

We were not alone…ever.
We stayed with others and
had our children in our room.

There was no conscious discussion that
our D/s be minimized or hidden or anything,
it just kind of disappeared in the midst
of life.

It's not like we were gone for long,
but I think the emotion and exhaustion
led to falling asleep with no words
whispered in my ear,
no requirements that I put on his shoes
no random swats of my ass
no looks when I got sassy or rude
no…nothing.
We kissed and said "I love you"
We held hands
We walked and talked and played with the kids,
We did dishes and talked to friends.
We just had no D/s.

I didn't really notice.
I think I was so mired in my own little
pity-stress party that I didn't let it register.

Sooooooo,
then we arrived home
and apparently, Sir noticed.

Who knew?

Well…he did.
He wasn't happy with my behavior,
my sasyness, my rudeness, my missing submission.

Sadly, he wanted it back and oh bloody-hell,
had to spank the living shit out of my ass
before I could let go.

He wanted me to admit my submission to him
and I was being obstinate and sassy…
shocking, I know.

I was just … so not in the mindset.
And, dayam, he was taking no shit from me.

He trapped me below him and
made me submit, and by the time I finally did
I felt the weight of the world slip away.

I don't know why I fight it.
I do this periodically.
I am such a dumbass!

I mean seriously?!

I do feel this physical and mental shift.
I feel lighter, I feel freer, I feel happier,
I feel more like me.

So what the hell is wrong with me that I fight it?

I guess I am still just waiting for him to say,
"Well, that was fun, but let's go back."

He was absolutely perfect last night,
He held me tight,
didn't let me get away with anything,
then gave me EVERYTHING!

He took me to a place of utter bliss.

He's got clear expectations for me for today.

I am to be sans-underwear (bra and panties)
with the dinner of his request made,
house cleaned, laundry done, kids parented,
orgasm had while nipples were clamped and
daisies on my nipples by the time he walks through the door.

Better get a move on, I'm still in process for a couple.

But I also need to remember to stop fighting it!

Sir's Magic Belt

Sir and I were going to bed, 

cuddling under the warm covers 

keeping warm in these sub-zero temperatures.

The BCS championship game is on 

(American College football).

We were both a bit tired,

and I figured sleep would soon ensue.

Sir lay on his back and

I curled up next to him

my head in the crook of his arm,

his arm coming around me and stroking my back.

My left hand holding his cock and balls,

stroking and touching and enjoying.

This is frequently how we go to sleep.

I was surprised when Sir reached over my shoulder

and pulled up sharp on my left nipple

until I gasped.

Then he whispers,

"Go lock my door and get my belt."

Oh if my feet hit the floor,

I'd be surprised…

my stomach fluttered and

my breath caught.

Door locked.

My favorite leather belt of Sir's in hand.

I return to the bed and hand him His belt!

He places me over his lap 

and summarily spanks me.

Oh, how it feels!  So wonderful.

What's amazing for me is that,

it's typically stingy at first.

Then I feel my self give.

I give in.

I give up.

No, not in a bad way,

I give up fighting.

I give up my insecurities.

I give up my stress and frustrations.

I give in to my desires.

I give in to my need.

I give in to my submission.

I give in to him.

All with the quick application of this 

Supple

Warm

Smooth

Well Warn

BELT.

It must 

be magic!  

By the way, when he check…

to see if I was aroused

after my spanking….

I was soaked.

The Caress of the Crop

It's night, I'm in my room getting ready for bed.
I've brushed my teeth and taken off my clothes.
I walk into the closet and notice that it's really cluttered.

I sit down on the floor and organize my shoes ...
hehehe
...that can be read as putting away 
all of themy shoes that are strewn on the closet floor.

Sir walks in and puts his dirty clothes in baskets and
...
without preamble or warning,
I feel the caress of the new crop on my naked body

Oh!

I breathe and close my eye and desire courses through me.
He hits my ass with the beautiful tip.
I mentally and physically absorb the feeling
I want it, I want to be present to the feeling.  
I need this!  I want this!

I quickly turn onto my hands and knees
SMACK!
It's a cross between his belt, his hand and our old crop!

It's the kiss of leather that I love so much.  
The tip is long and buttery soft and sensuously malleable. 
It contours perfectly to my body, caressing!
it's thud and sting - how is that possible at the same time??

SMACK

He's hitting my ass - one cheek, then the other.

SMACK

He's hitting my thighs and letting the tip wrap around.

SMACK

In between smacks, He drops something down between my hands.
I look down and it's the plastic clamps - with hooks.

SMACK
"Put them on, Fiona." He commands.
SMACK

I work on attaching them while holding myself
up on my knees and one hand
My nipples are hard already as a result of my arousal.
But he's striking every time I go to attach - 
making the clamp go too far up my nipple. 

SMACK
Start over
SMACK
Start over

I then realize that I have to clamp quickly
no finesse, before his strikes.
SMACK
I work quickly I get one - then have to switch hands.
SMACK

When he's done he says, while your down there, 
get the purple dinosaur (gigantic dildo)
SMACK 
and meet me on My bed!

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!

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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!
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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?!

My Predicament (Part 4)

continued from My Predicament (Part 1), (Part 2), (Part 3)
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I stand...

Legs together holding in a glass dildo.
Arms above my head.
Wrists bound and attached to shelving.
Eyes blindfolded.
Pussy juice covered dildo in my mouth.

I stand...

It's dark.
The music is still playing, and I wait.

He's gone a long time.

I'm thinking, mind wandering.
I notice my stream of consciousness

...is this too long
...OMG, is he even thinking about me.
suck, suck, suck (on the dildo)
...I love being here ready to be of service
...Oh, I want, I need...oh I want to cum again
move, rock to feel the dildo
...My arms are tired
...why is this taking so long
...how long is it going to take?
...I'm hungry
...I'm hot
...I'm tired of standing
...hmmm, to be laying down
...Oh, to have him fuck me with this dildo again
...I want him to touch me, touch my nipples


I realize that each time he's left me,
it's been for longer periods....how long has it been?
I'm desperate....
I'm worried that I'll be too vanilla, too done,
not in the right head space when he comes in.
I'm getting tired.


CLICK

He comes in, lights turn on and
I'm immediately back to the present and my place

This time he says nothing, he's all business.

He re-clamps my nipples and crops the tips sticking out.
Oh fire.  Burning.  Oh!
AAAAaaaaaaaHHHHHHHHhhhhhhh!

As I'm focused on the fire emanating from my nipples,
I miss that he's knelt down behind me.
He grabs the dildo and fucks my pussy.

After I cum, he removes the glass dildo
He tells me now what he's doing.
He takes the giant purple dildo
Sets it on the shelf next to the dildo in my mouth.
He makes remarks about it's size...it's so enormous.

He removes the cock in my mouth
I say I'm concerned I won't be able to take it standing up.
Typically, at this point he would say something like..
We'll try.  It's ok if you can't.  Just do a little.
"You will take it, fiona.  You'll take it for me, says I'll take it.
because you're such a good girl.  Now relax, it's going to happen."

Oh goodness, I want to take it, I will take it.
I relax, I work hard on relaxing my pelvis muscles.
He slide and rubs and it goes in!

"Oh, fiona, look at you!  I am so proud of you.  
You ARE a good girl!"

He doesn't just leave it there, he fucks.
I'm so turned on, I've cum so much already.
It takes nothing and I cum
He fucks
I cum

He puts the other dildo back in my mouth
the one that's been there all evening.
He unclamps my nipples.
He rubs my chest, squeezes and rolls my nipples.
He rub my arms and then slaps them,
slapping hard up and down my arm.

He unhooks the wrist cuffs
and re-attaches to lower shelves so my arms are now down.


He reaches his hands around and cups my breasts and
twists and tugs my sensitive nipples and I moan,
they are hyper sensitive.
"I'm leaving you here with the gigantic purple dildo inside you.
Imagine that in your pussy, stretching you....
You're such a good little girl, such a good slut"

He kisses my temple, then turns around and leaves.

Lights go out.
Door to the closet is shut.
Door to the room is locked and shut.

It's dark, music playing and I wait for my Sir.

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This time, I don't stand long.
It's probably only been five minutes.

He turns on the lights, walks over.
"How is MY pussy doing, little girl?"
My stomach flips and I have to catch my breath,
and suck the dildo....suck, suck.

He unhooks my wrist cuffs,
He removes the dildo in my mouth,
puts his hand around the back of my neck and directs me
out of the closet and onto the bed.

He lays me out, flat on my back.
"Please, Sir, can I suck on you...Please?!"
I plead.

"When I say, now, not another word, fiona."

His eyes are dark and intense.
"I want you to cum, one more time, fiona."

He takes hold of the gigantic purple dildo and fucks.
My pussy has been so used...
He affixes his mouth over a nipple and fucks while sucking,
nipping, sucking, biting, sucking.

Before he finishes with that nipple, I have cum.
But of course, he can't show favoritism...so he keeps fucking me
with the Gigantic purple dildo while he does the same to the other nipple.

I am wrung out.  I am spent and fried and frazzled.
My body is literally vibrating.

He pushes the dildo in and climbs on top of my body.
I feel him pushing me into the bed and I love it.
He's clothed.  I'm naked.

"I'm going to fuck you, fiona"
he knees the dildo inside of me.
"When I'm done, I want you to clean up the toys."
he knees the dildo inside of me.
"Don't forget any of them."
he knees the dildo inside of me.
"Then you take a shower and get the children ready for bed."
he knees the dildo inside of me.

"You've been such a good little slut,
such a good play toy. "

He reaches down and pulls out the dildo.
I am so wet after cumming so many times.
I'm drenched.
He unzips his shorts and slides in.

I'm so used, been masturbated so long, I can barely feel him.
I've been stretched out by the gigantic dildo and feel like such a slut.
It's an immense turn on for me...

He fucks hard and fast.  He kisses me deep and as he cums,
he shoots powerfully inside of me.
Now that, I can feel and it's hit just the right spot
We cum together.
Dom and Sub
Sir and I

My Predicament (Part 1)

I walk into our closet and Sir locks the door.
The sounds system is playing my favorite playlist.

He undresses me and touches my body.
He is gentile, loving, intoxicating.

He gives me the nipple clamps that hook onto the closet shelves.
"Put them on, fiona," he commands.
I put them on while Sir gets out the toys from his toy box.

He puts the blindfold on me and I'm lost.
He places cuffs on each wrist and I feel safe and secure.

He turns me around and places me up against the shelves.
He hooks my nipple clamps to the shelving
They pull, but not too much.

He hooks the wrist cuffs to the shelves above my tits.

I'm secure.

He spanks me with his hand.
"You're going to spend the evening in here, fiona.
I'm going to go outside and play with the kids.
You stay right here.  (like I could do anything else)
I'll come back and check on you."

He spanks the whole time he's talking.
He steps away and uses his broken crop on me.
It hurts...Really hurts.
I can't twist or turn or cover.
I'm stuck in place.
But the sting eventually turns to warmth.

He steps up close behind me.
He reaches his hands around and cups my breasts and
jiggles them slightly and the clamps are intense.

He kisses my temple, then turns around and leaves.

Lights go out.
Door to the closet is shut.
Door to the room is locked and shut.

It's dark, music playing and I wait for my Sir.

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Belt for the Bra

Between Sir and I, we have been away from home for a long time.  When we were together, we were with many others.  

Last night was our second night home together.  

I was in the bathroom, brushing my teeth and getting ready for bed.  

Sir comes up behind me and gently starts to scratch my back...

OMG I love to have my back scratched.  

He pushes gently and I bend over and 

place my hands on the ledge around the bathtub.  

He lowers my pants and underware and 

continues his scratching and caressing.  

Oh, I'm relaxing, it feels so good!  

*SMACK*

oh I've missed that!

*SMACK*

Oh I needed that!

He continues to smack and gets me so worked up.

I'm panting and relaxed and so turned on.

My bottom is warmed up and all of a sudden, 

he stops spanking me.

His hands roam my body,

go back to scratching my back,

His left hand finds my bra.  

He stops.

Removes his hands.

I hear his belt come off of his shorts.

My heart skips a beat and 

I know he's unhappy that I had a bra on.

He spares no strength with the belt.

"What" 

**smack**

I raise up and protest.  

He unceremoniously pushes me back into position

"did" 

**smack**

"I" 

**smack**

"say" 

**smack**

"about" 

**smack**

"bras" 

**smack**

"at" 

**smack**

"night?" 

**smack**

"Get it off, fiona."

I work as quickly as I can, all the while, the belt is assaulting my ass.

The hand that isn't on the belt is under my bra and 

twisting and squeezing my nipple as each blow hits.

Oh that pain, pleasure pairing is so intense!

He finishes with a hand spanking and rubbing.

When he's done, he doesn't stop touching me.

He keeps me in position - but let's his hands roam.

At one point he takes my hand and puts it on his cock.

I literally almost fall to my knees.

I plead to please, PLEASE suck on him.

He tells me to sshhhh.

He brushes his teeth and finishes at the sink, 

all the while touching me.

After being Mommy Domme for two weeks 

- Large and In Charge,

I  am thrilled to be reclaimed

I am thrilled to be...

Sir's Little Bitch, 

Sir's little girl

Sir's good submissive, 

Sir's.

Oh I know my place and am so grateful to be in it.

It's just as gratifying to know Sir is enjoys his place as well.

Ask And You Shall Receive

“After such an amazing beating and exquisite clitoral orgasm,
I was sagging against the shelves breathing and moaning.

He whispers in my ear,
“Now bring my giant purple dildo you got out for me - 
I put it on the shelf over here - 
and come lay down on my bed.  
You’re so wet, you’re not even going to need any lube.”

Typically I would need a lot of lube for this Dildo
because it is enormous. 
It was exciting (and a bit nerve wracking) to hear him say that,
but more than that, it was thrilling knowing that he was right. 

I laid on the bed beside him and
He pushed my knees apart and
began to touch my body. 

“Show me, Fiona.” He said. 

I pushed the dildo between my legs
and ohmygod it slid in ridiculously easy. 

So easy. 

I feel like such a wanton slut,
the gigantic purple dinosaur of a dildo sliding into my pussy,
with nothing but my pussy juice to aid it. 

Just as I got the dildo seated all the way inside, he leaned over,
and removed the clamp that he’d put on my nipples in the closet. 
As soon as he removed it, WOW intensity!

The blood rushing to the nipple and then his mouth. 
He sucked it hard into his mouth. 
He mouth was so warm, enveloping,
velvet on a sensitive, over stimulated nipple. 

Oh, I couldn’t help it,
I bowed my back and
put my hand back on the dildo
and began to move it. 
I was fucking my own pussy as he suckled.

“Please can I cum, Sir?” I asked.
Shit - did I just say that?  
I never ask. 
We don’t do that.  
I never ask to cum!

“Yes, Fiona.  CUM. “
He commands and I shatter!

As insane as it was,
he repeated the process on the left side,
removing the clamp, sucking,
asking for permission, and shattering.

He rubbed my nipples with his fingers
as his mouth kissed down to my bellybutton. 
As soon as his tongue dipped into my bellybutton,
he moved his hands to take over the Dildo. 

He leaned up, looked into my eyes,
locked our focus on each other,
then  he fucked my pussy – hard and fast. 

He told me to cum,
several times
and
each time
I was able to cum!!

That just NEVER happens. 
I came and screamed and shook -
ohmygod my whole body was shaking. 

As I went limp, he pulled my naked body to his
and put his arm tightly over me, spooning me. 
He reached over and turned off the light.

I breathed for several minutes and then realized. 
Sir was going to sleep - areyoufuckingkiddingme????
He didn’t cum. 
He had done this all for me, but he still needed to be taken care of.
He deserved his release. 
He breathed into my ear and his respiration was getting more regular. 
I thought about the evening, about what he had done. 
I heard his breathing go shallow and realized he fell asleep.
once again
areyoufuckingkiddingme?

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I reach down and behind me,
between our bodies,
and begin to stroke his cock.

He stiffens quickly,
even though he had been asleep,
though as I'm stroking I don't think he is any more.

I rub and touch and pull and caress.
I get him hard and push a little on his leg
and get him to roll over on his back.

I climb between his legs and suck him to a steel hard, long cock.
I look up at him and ask,
"Do you think you will be able to feel my pussy after that dildo?"  

He reaches down and pulls me up.
I ride him home and as he cums
his shot hits my g-spot and I vibrate and scream.

He's long since stopped cumming
and I'm pulsing and shivering and moaning.
It was a hell of a long orgasm for me and a life-sucking one for him.

The Switch Switch

WARNING:

Just some forewarning, this recount will go on and on (it was ohmygod that good!!).  I hope to have it all there…but I was so …. Spent ... last night that I didn’t make any notes, though I relived what happened many times in my mind.  We went at it again this morning…oh holy hell.  I had a firsts, too - Can you believe it, a first – or shall I say, ANOTHER first.  Oh, but I’m getting away with myself.  If you’re brave and enjoy reading a lot of words…hold on for this insane recounting of my sex life yesterday and today.

PREFACE:

(yes, this requires a preface…heheheheh).  So, Sir had a wicked rough day at work on Wednesday.  He was so stressed out that I thought he could literally do damage to his heart.  That terrifies me, because my need for him to be by my side, as well as for me to be by his side, is soul deep.  I can’t live without him and still be me.  So I worried and fretted and he wanted nothing from me.  I offered to switch and dominate him.  Sometimes when things seem so out of control, that can help.  In the end, I gave him a full body massage, tucked him into bed, and snuggled up. 

Thursday, work was a bit better.  He was still stressed out, but it seemed less detrimental to his health.  We spoke many times throughout the day, as we always do.  When he got home from work,  we ate as a family and played with the kids.

Thursday Evening:

I asked him if he needed me to switch tonight.  “Yes,” he replied.  I worked on making that mental switch.  

note:  I’ve changed how I see switching for myself.  I no longer worry about how he sees it or what it means for us.  I see Topping him as serving him and giving him what he needs.  He doesn’t ask me to do it – hell that’s not it – he won’t allow me to switch with him typically, and that's okay with me.  

So I'm making a mental switch.  My eyes hardened a little.  I looked at him and told him to go get another beer.  He went to the kitchen and got another bottle from the fridge and came back to sit beside me and drink. 

After a bit, he said he had to go to the bathroom.  When he stood up, I stood up and kissed him – hard.  I tightened my fingers in his hair.  When he turned to walk to the bathroom, I followed close behind.  I shut the door behind us both.  We were in the powder room which is long but narrower.  I stood beside him, leaning on the pocket door as I watched him pee.  I told him what I planned to do to him, being gentle, but most assuredly dominant.  His eyes were hooded and I could see passion taking over.  He washed his hands, turned to me and I kissed him again.  I grabbed his crotch and rubbed. 

Swiftly, He put his hands on my shoulders and pushed.  His eyes changed and he had that glare.  I resisted for just a minute, but He affixed his stare on me and pushed harder.  I knelt, right there in the bathroom, on the floor.  He re-unzipped his pants and his cock pushed out of his boxers and jeans.  He was so hard.  He wound His hands in my hair and tightened.  I lunged for his cock, hungry, desperate.  Being made to kneel and take him is a huge turn on for me.  He tugged my head back and took his other hand, put his fingers under my chin and tipped my head up to look at him.  He seared me with his gaze.   He was not feeling anything but Mastery of his submissive. 

Keeping my eyes focused on him, he moved his hand to open my mouth.  I willingly complied.  He pushed his cock into my mouth.  Oh he looked so intoxicating.  His control shown in his eyes, the power of his cock in my mouth.  He took.  He fucked my mouth with deep thrusts, controlling the speed.  After he was satisfied – though not having cum – he pulled me to my feet by my hair.  He kissed my forehead and smacked me on my ass.  He opened the door and walked away.

The Summit

So there I am,
Laying with my dress pooling across my chest.
My eyes are shut.
Clothes pins on my nipples.
Laying on the closet floor,
holding a vibrator to my clit.

Sir, knocks at the door.
I move my feet, but do not open my eyes.
He shuts the door behind him.

He watches me as I masturbate.
He kneels down beside me.

"I can't cum, Sir," I lament.
"You can't?" he says, incredulously.

His fingers start rubbing around my pussy.
They are wet and he slides one in.
He fingers.  Really works.
He's whispering in my ear,
That he wasn't his whore to cum.

I drop the vibrator and give in to the sensation
that his fingers are creating inside of me and
fly up the mountain.
I cum.

He fingers some more,
not content with just one orgasm
when I said I couldn't.

He takes his fingers out and begins to rub my puss.
It's so wet, I'm so wet.

He takes his fingers and one by one,
sticks them in my mouth and has me clean them.

"Sir, may I please suck on your cock?" I beg.
"Not now, little girl.  
Do you want me to fuck you with a dildo, fiona?"
"Yes, please, Sir." I reply without any hesitation.
"Bring it to me fiona." he says.

The vast majority of our toys live in a box in our closet.
It's locked with a combination lock.
I'm so jazzed after the orgasms and the promise of more.
I am almost panicked trying to open the lock.
I can't get the combination.
I try three times and tell him I can't get it.
"You'll have to bring it to me, fiona." he says again.

I look over and he's sitting on the closet floor leaning against the door.
I turn back to the lock and realize I had it upside down.
Oh my goodness, I am frantic.  It's just silly, but I'm so desperate.
I get the box opened this time and decide I'll take the
gigantic purple dinosaur dildo, it's His favorite.

But, Crap.  Shit.  UGH.
I start throwing out toys right and left.
Crap!  "I can't find the condom for the Purple Dildo."

He tells me to bring him the other...pink one.
I do, but am disappointed.
I take the purple and offer for him to use it without a condom.

Sometimes the dildo can be irritating without a condom.
But I'm so desperate, I don't care.
I will care later, but that's when I'm not so insanely horny.

He tells me to lay down on my back with may ass at his knees.
He puts my feet, on the door - over his shoulders.
I'm completely exposed.

He inserts the Dildo and begins to fuck.
He's neither slow nor gentile.
I cum,
   I cum,

He removes it and ...
   inserts the Gigantic Purple Dinosaur.
I'm so wet, so gushingly wet,
it slides in.  OMG.  It slides in!

"Oh, fiona, it's balls deep.
you are such a good whore.
You're MY good whore.
I'm so proud of you.
What a good girl!"

Oh, I'm lost.  I'm soaring and cumming.
After he's had his fill of fucking His pussy with the dildos,
He removes them,
Climbs on top of me.
Removes the clothes pins on my nipples,
Sucks hard on each...
and fucks  His pussy to find His pleasure
in a veritable pool of pussy juice.

My Sir, Our Reunion and His Crop

He met me at the top of the stairs

His hands immediately go to my hair

His lips claim my mouth.

We go to our room and I help unpack his suitcase.

There's time with our kids and then...

"Please close the door so daddy can talk to mommy for a minute."

As soon as the door was closed, I heard him "click" the lock.

He removed my pants and shirt, 

leaving me in my pretty white lace demi-bra and white lace thong.

He lays me on the bed and collects the crop (his implement of choice when noise is an issue)

He lays next to me and pulls my hair to the side.

He puts his mouth next to my ear and starts to talk.

He tells me that we don't have much time, but that he's going to spank me.

all the while rubbing my ass, squeezing, rubbing, squeezing.

He explains that because time is of the essence 

and the kids are readying to go to dinner as he rubs,

the spanking will be fierce, because it needs to be.

He goes on and on as to how he will use the crop with a serious swing.

Three good strikes.

He asks if I understand him.  

"yes, sir."

He swings the crop with a force that brings me off the bed.

He pushes me back down on the bed and rocks his hips into me.

I can feel his rock hard cock through his shorts 

and it's positioned right next to my pussy and I want him.

He leans up and steps away and 

STRIKES me again.

This time I stay in position but about hyperventilate.

As soon as my breathing slows a bit,

STRIKE

That's three.  

Oh I'm not ready.  I don't want this to be over.

It's painful, but after a minute, the sting is tolerable.

"Please.  Please, Sir."  I say

"Please what, fiona?" 

"Please, more."

He begins again.

He is striking with a force he has NEVER before hit me with.

I come off the be and he puts me right back in place.

It hurts but in such a wonderful way.

He stops abruptly as it's time for dinner.

He kisses me, 

tells me to put daisy clamps 

on my nipples for dinner 

and leaves the room.

I put on the clamps 

and admire the stripes before 

dressing and heading out for dinner.

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I feel .... 

that's for sure.

I'm feeling infinitely better physically

and I suppose mentally, too

BUT

It will still take some time.   

My submissive side is quick to blend with Domme-Mom.

I have to keep it in check so that it doesn't ....

um.....

peek out with Sir or worse...take over.

My Type of Submissive

So I read a post a while back on Joolz site...What Kind of Submissive am I?

She had gone to OK Cupid and taken the Submissive Type Test.  I thought it was interesting and wanted to do the same.  So...here I go.

The results are listed below.  It says I'm a "Submitter" - well NO SHIT SHERLOCK.  OK, well that was a bit cheeky, but really?  Interestingly, when I did this test earlier, I was a "Kinky Submissive"  But I can't remember what was different.  Anyway.  It was interesting to do the test and see what their analysis was.

I find it interesting that it says that I don't have a special need for my Dom to enjoy himself.  I sincerely hope that is not the case.  I mean, really?  I don't think that is AT ALL the case.  I asked Sir to read paragraph so far and type his answer... he says..."Any relationship is a two way street.  There is always give and take, and she gives me pleasure in so many ways" (I'm beaming right now, by the way.  I'm sucking him into my blog :)  hehehe)  

OK, well so...here's the thing.  I DO want to please him.  His pleasure matters to me.  BUT - I'm NOT selfless.  I want to orgasm.  I want to be spanked.  I want pleasure.  I NEED it!  I do!  I hope - I pray I find the right balance.  I think we mostly find the right balance.  But there is a balance.  As Sir says, it's a two way street and we both cross the street on occasion.

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Submitter

You scored 57% Humiliation, 68% Submissiveness, 50% Service, and 77% Pain!

You're the submitter, what you crave is the feeling of submission, to be in someone else's control, to feel used, you enjoy that feeling a lot you feel better when you're under someone's control, you can forget about your problems, and just be yourself.
You don't have a special need for your Dom to enjoy himself although in every relationship you probably want your partner to enjoy his/her time. It's just that it's not more important to you then your own enjoyment. you'll enjoy scening or long term relationships, but you won't enjoy serving someone, unless he orders you around a lot while you do :)
You can see by your scores of pain and humiliation whether you want those, from what i know most of your type will like either one of those a lot along with their submissive feeling, but of course the different types of submissives are many and I might be wrong, it might be just that feeling of relinquishing power to someone. 
Your Analysis (Vertical line = Average)

• 
  You scored 57% on Humiliation, higher than 81% of your peers.
• 
  You scored 68% onSubmissiveness, higher than 74% of your peers.
• 
  You scored 50% on Service, higher than 27% of your peers.
• 
  You scored 77% on Pain, higher than 95% of your peers.

Short Circuited

After I posted Setting the Scene, there were several comments about my next post.  

Um, well, see...I didn't have one.  

I simply had a clear picture of what I did before I was short circuited. 

(this is what happens when I don't take notes)

So, I thought I would post what my memories are of the rest of the scene...

(or the small amount that I can remember).

Sir Q and Meme Meme Meme Me

Memes...go around and around.  
I love them - reading and doing them.
This one I got from Hermione.

So I asked Sir if he would be willing to answer the questions on the meme...for fun.  He said, sure...so the Sir's answers in blue are his direct quotes...interestingly I don't think I agree with all of his answers...but they are his and we'll let that be that.  My answers are in pinkish.

1. When you looked at yourself in the mirror today, what was the first thing you thought?  
I need to shave
How does my hair do that?
2. How much cash do you have on you?  
Zero Dollars

Nine Dollars

3. What's a word that rhymes with 'Door'?  
MoreWhore
4. Favourite planet?  
EarthPluto (I'm not giving up on it)
5. Do you own more than 100 CDs?  
YesYes
6. Have you ever finished off the popcorn and ate the junk from the bottom of the bag?  
YaUm...always?
7. What kind of top are you wearing?  
OxfordBlue cotton
8. Do you label yourself?  
Not reallyFrequently
9. Name the brand of shoes you are currently wearing? 
Shoeless Joe Jackson (as he wiggles his toes)None....I love being barefoot
10. Bright or dark room? 
BrightSoft light
11. Have you ever been pooped on from the sky?  
No - had that conversation once today already.Ya, sadly.
12. What does your watch look like?  
SilverI don't wear watches...haven't since I was 21
13. What were you doing at midnight last night?  
Laying in bedLaying in bed with my love
14. Have you ever done anything you could be arrested for?  
YesYes
15. Have you ever dated someone a decade older than you?  
NoNo
16. Have you ever listened to a song and cried?  
I don't think so.Yes, though I am NOT a crier.
17. Who last told you he/she loved you? 
My wifeMy husband...and before that my children
18. What was the last furry thing you touched?  
My wifeMy dog (I'm not going to be so cruel)
19. How many drugs have you done in the past three days?  
ZeroCaffeine count?
20. Favourite age you have been so far?  
4314, 18, 21, 22, 24, 27, 30, 33, 40, 41
21. Have you ever had a secret crush on a teacher?  
YesYes
22. What was the last thing you said to someone?  
YesWow.
23. Have you ever been found sleep walking?  
NoYes
24. The last song you listened to?  
Fun, "We Are Young"
Stay by Rihanna
25. What's your favourite number?  
44Just A Little Waltz played by my child
26. Where did you live in 1987?  
West of hereSame metro area as Sir
27. What do you do when vending machines steal your money?  Shake them.

Put in more money

28. Do you kiss with your eyes open or closed?  
YesDepends
29. If you could be fluent in any other language, what would it be? 
LatinJust one?  German, Spanish, Japanese, Chinese, Russian...
30. What was the last song you sang?  
Fun, "We Are Young"
Stay by Rihanna
31. Have you ever seen a ghost?  

No

Maybe
32. When was the last time you wrote a letter to someone and mailed it?  a letter (incredulously)...oh fuck...1980's
Today
33. Can you change the oil on a car?  

Ya

Yes - had to be able to do that before I was allowed to own one.
34. How far back do you know about your ancestry?  

15 generations

1500/1600's
35. When showering, do you start the water and then get in, or get in and then start the water?  

pfft...start the water and get in.

ALWAYS start the water...seriously - I'm a masochist, but HELLSNO.
36. Have you ever crashed a car?  

Yes

Yes - not my fault
37. Does every family have a crazy relative?  

pfffffft...ya

Just one?  
38. Have you ever sent a prank call or email?  

We'll say yes

Yes, I'm not proud.
39. How old do you look?  

40

I would guess I look my age.  
40. Should guys wear pink?  

Ya

Absolutely, Sir looks gorgeous in pink.
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