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 Subspace. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Subspace. Show all posts
Wednesday, March 25, 2015
Wednesday, April 9, 2014
Subspace
So I had a funny conversation
with Sir the other day after my experience
of him sending me flying and yanking me back.
"I wanted to talk to you about something."
"OK"
"Well, you know"
*blushing*
"um, subspace isn't"
*blushing some more*
"well, um, it's is not a
mental place where I am
feeling particularly submissive"
silence.
"It's, um…more of…
well it's more of a place of…
no, it's a place that I've gotten to where
I feel like I'm having an out of body experience,
where I'm floating away.
It's when you've spanked and spanked me
and I'm tense or moaning or reacting a lot and
then all of a sudden I'm quiet and completely relaxed.
For me, it's that moment when I transition, that
I no longer feel the pain, it's only pleasure and
it's like I'm watching myself experience the moment.
I don't know."
"Well, then, I'll have to make sure you
stay out of that space, won't we?!"
WHAT? NOOOOO!
"Sir? But I love it. It's such an amazing experience."
"Yes, but I want you to feel all of it.
I want you in the moment…not beyond it.
I want you to respond every time.
We'll see."
OK, I don't think this conversation
went the way I was expecting it to,
but I am grateful that we are clearer
on definition…as clear as I can be when
I can't explain it very well.
with Sir the other day after my experience
of him sending me flying and yanking me back.
"I wanted to talk to you about something."
"OK"
"Well, you know"
*blushing*
"um, subspace isn't"
*blushing some more*
"well, um, it's is not a
mental place where I am
feeling particularly submissive"
silence.
"It's, um…more of…
well it's more of a place of…
no, it's a place that I've gotten to where
I feel like I'm having an out of body experience,
where I'm floating away.
It's when you've spanked and spanked me
and I'm tense or moaning or reacting a lot and
then all of a sudden I'm quiet and completely relaxed.
For me, it's that moment when I transition, that
I no longer feel the pain, it's only pleasure and
it's like I'm watching myself experience the moment.
I don't know."
"Well, then, I'll have to make sure you
stay out of that space, won't we?!"
WHAT? NOOOOO!
"Sir? But I love it. It's such an amazing experience."
"Yes, but I want you to feel all of it.
I want you in the moment…not beyond it.
I want you to respond every time.
We'll see."
OK, I don't think this conversation
went the way I was expecting it to,
but I am grateful that we are clearer
on definition…as clear as I can be when
I can't explain it very well.
Sunday, July 7, 2013
Fireworks (A Post By SirQ)
Sir mentioned to me this morning that it was amazing to watch me cum last night. I looked at him quizzically - it's not like it's an unheard of thing. He clarified, it was amazing to watch me cum, not just orgasm. He explained to me and I asked if he would write a post.
CAN YOU BELIEVE IT...HE DID!!!
(and I think he did it beautifully)
* * * * * * * * * by Sir Q * * * * * * * * *
We were lying in bed
and my MLB was on her back
with her legs splayed open.
Her nipples were erect
and she had just come off
of a marathon spanking and flogging.
I had taken her right to the edge of cumming.
She brought the purple dinosaur
(an enormous dildo) to my bed.
Now, after her long work out
she was ready to begin
her next segment of training.
I had her slip the tip of the dildo in.
She got it lubricated with her moisture.
After several strokes I took over
showing my MLB what a good long
masturbation should look like.
After her second orgasm
I could see her ejaculate
coming out of her pussy
running like spilled cream.
I knew I had taken her
to her complete sub space
as she grabbed the iron bed
and we began again with the dildo.
In the end she was a puddle of a sub
who was ready for some rest.
When I started the day I knew
I would see fireworks,
but these were exceptionally hot and bright!
CAN YOU BELIEVE IT...HE DID!!!
(and I think he did it beautifully)
* * * * * * * * * by Sir Q * * * * * * * * *
We were lying in bed
and my MLB was on her back
with her legs splayed open.
Her nipples were erect
and she had just come off
of a marathon spanking and flogging.
I had taken her right to the edge of cumming.
She brought the purple dinosaur
(an enormous dildo) to my bed.
Now, after her long work out
she was ready to begin
her next segment of training.
I had her slip the tip of the dildo in.
She got it lubricated with her moisture.
After several strokes I took over
showing my MLB what a good long
masturbation should look like.
After her second orgasm
I could see her ejaculate
coming out of her pussy
running like spilled cream.
I knew I had taken her
to her complete sub space
as she grabbed the iron bed
and we began again with the dildo.
In the end she was a puddle of a sub
who was ready for some rest.
When I started the day I knew
I would see fireworks,
but these were exceptionally hot and bright!
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!
Monday, March 4, 2013
Spent
"I spent you ... like eight times, I spent you!"
This is his reply to the silly, dazed, exhausted, SPENT look on my face and his question of "How are you doing?" to which I simply breathed out, "ssspent."
So this morning, he woke up whispering sweet nothings of dark and dirty things he wanted to do to me. His eyes weren't even open and he was setting the stage for a wicked playtime ... wickedly wonderful.
He asked me to help him with something in our room. I genuinely though he wanted help with something. As I followed him through the door, I proceeded to the clean clothes basket that he had just brought upstairs. I took the hanging shirts and turned to take them to the closet. He locked the door and took the clothes from my hand. Oh ya, Game On! I was so excited. I had no idea. Wahooo!
He told me to pull down the covers on the bed, take off my pants, and lay on my back with my legs bent. He told me to close my eyes and keep them closed.
I hurriedly complied and waited with such excitement. Oh, I .....wanted, desired, needed, craved playtime with him. I heard him rustling with what I presumed were toys.
I felt him sit down below my bent legs, on my feet. I felt a soft, medium sized, rounded object pushing up and down on my lips. He told me to open them up with my hands I unveil my soft channel and he waisted no time in lubricating The Dildo with my own slick honey. Within moments he begins pushing at my entry. Oh, it's not medium sized after all. He pushed it in ... a quarter inch and out ... a half inch and out ... an inch and out ... an inch and a half and out ... two and out ... three and out ... four and a half and out, then he's pushing it all in.
He shoves it in hard and then lays on his side, right beside me. He runs his hand up my body, pushing my shirt up with it. He tucks it over my naked breasts. He proceeds to twist and pinch and pull my nipples to attention, all the while talking. He's rough with his words and actions. He makes me respond. I don't like to respond. I don't like to have to say that I want it, that I like it - but he likes to hear it from me, so I acquiesce.
"I can be gentile sometimes. But sometimes fiona, you NEED it rough, don't you."
"Ask me for it. Tell me you want to be fucked hard. Tell me you Need me to fuck you hard with this dildo."
"Please Sir, please fuck me." "How, fiona?"
"Please Sir, please fuck me .... hard."
He wastes no time in bringing me to orgasm with a gigantic dildo fucking with such force and speed that I am up and over in minutes. But he doesn't stop when that happens. He growls "Again, fiona. Ask for it again."
"P, P. P. Plh. Ph hu hu h" Yup - that's all I could get out before going back to panting mode. Oh, not just panting, panting and moaning.
He pulls another two screaming orgasms from me as I bury my head in a pillow so as not to alarm those in the neighboring county. After which he shoves it in to the lovely rubber ball sack and lays on top of me. He pumps it into me and removes the pillows to unveil the hyperventilating, moaning, incoherent blob of ME.
"I want you to be sore. I want to fuck you with this dildo until you are sore, do you understand, fiona? Once you're sore, I'm going to fuck you just a little bit more. I want your pussy throbbing."
Oh, holy hell! Oh, if he didn't open his mouth and constantly be filling my head with such language, the experience would not be a tenth of what it is. He pumps and I cum. He lays beside me again and fucks and I cum. He slaps my breasts and I arch into each strike... and ... you guessed it, I cum.
The last time he fucks hard. He pushes the dildo in balls deep and slams it into me. I feel it getting wetter and wetter. I'm sore, but not from dryness. Sometimes after he's fucked and fucked, I will run my cycle and go from wet to parched. Not this time, I was simply getting wetter and wetter and the slickness was thicker and more lubricating. Oh, it felt like heaven.
As I began that short ascent, one last time, I had the sudden - What the fuck was that?? thought. I heard a muffled screaming sound, but didn't realize that it was coming from me. I was so outside of my mind yet keenly aware of my body, alight with sensation. It was a fabulous, fascinating, disjointed feeling.
His timing was spot on today. He didn't stop fucking me - ever - until he had siphoned every ounce of cum from me. He pulled The Dildo from me and put my hand on his throbbing cock. It was so wet, with pre-cum sliding down and pooling at his balls. Oh, I had a burning desire. I began to bend, I wanted to suck to lap at his pool, but he grabbed my arm and hoisted me over him. He placed his hand on my ass and pushed me down atop him. He fucked, talked, bit, grabbed and pinched me until he came.
We collapsed, me on top of him, and instantaneously fell deep asleep. Thoroughly Sssspent.
This is his reply to the silly, dazed, exhausted, SPENT look on my face and his question of "How are you doing?" to which I simply breathed out, "ssspent."
So this morning, he woke up whispering sweet nothings of dark and dirty things he wanted to do to me. His eyes weren't even open and he was setting the stage for a wicked playtime ... wickedly wonderful.
He asked me to help him with something in our room. I genuinely though he wanted help with something. As I followed him through the door, I proceeded to the clean clothes basket that he had just brought upstairs. I took the hanging shirts and turned to take them to the closet. He locked the door and took the clothes from my hand. Oh ya, Game On! I was so excited. I had no idea. Wahooo!
He told me to pull down the covers on the bed, take off my pants, and lay on my back with my legs bent. He told me to close my eyes and keep them closed.
I hurriedly complied and waited with such excitement. Oh, I .....
I felt him sit down below my bent legs, on my feet. I felt a soft, medium sized, rounded object pushing up and down on my lips. He told me to open them up with my hands I unveil my soft channel and he waisted no time in lubricating The Dildo with my own slick honey. Within moments he begins pushing at my entry. Oh, it's not medium sized after all. He pushed it in ... a quarter inch and out ... a half inch and out ... an inch and out ... an inch and a half and out ... two and out ... three and out ... four and a half and out, then he's pushing it all in.
He shoves it in hard and then lays on his side, right beside me. He runs his hand up my body, pushing my shirt up with it. He tucks it over my naked breasts. He proceeds to twist and pinch and pull my nipples to attention, all the while talking. He's rough with his words and actions. He makes me respond. I don't like to respond. I don't like to have to say that I want it, that I like it - but he likes to hear it from me, so I acquiesce.
"I can be gentile sometimes. But sometimes fiona, you NEED it rough, don't you."
"Ask me for it. Tell me you want to be fucked hard. Tell me you Need me to fuck you hard with this dildo."
"Please Sir, please fuck me." "How, fiona?"
"Please Sir, please fuck me .... hard."
He wastes no time in bringing me to orgasm with a gigantic dildo fucking with such force and speed that I am up and over in minutes. But he doesn't stop when that happens. He growls "Again, fiona. Ask for it again."
"P, P. P. Plh. Ph hu hu h" Yup - that's all I could get out before going back to panting mode. Oh, not just panting, panting and moaning.
He pulls another two screaming orgasms from me as I bury my head in a pillow so as not to alarm those in the neighboring county. After which he shoves it in to the lovely rubber ball sack and lays on top of me. He pumps it into me and removes the pillows to unveil the hyperventilating, moaning, incoherent blob of ME.
"I want you to be sore. I want to fuck you with this dildo until you are sore, do you understand, fiona? Once you're sore, I'm going to fuck you just a little bit more. I want your pussy throbbing."
Oh, holy hell! Oh, if he didn't open his mouth and constantly be filling my head with such language, the experience would not be a tenth of what it is. He pumps and I cum. He lays beside me again and fucks and I cum. He slaps my breasts and I arch into each strike... and ... you guessed it, I cum.
The last time he fucks hard. He pushes the dildo in balls deep and slams it into me. I feel it getting wetter and wetter. I'm sore, but not from dryness. Sometimes after he's fucked and fucked, I will run my cycle and go from wet to parched. Not this time, I was simply getting wetter and wetter and the slickness was thicker and more lubricating. Oh, it felt like heaven.
As I began that short ascent, one last time, I had the sudden - What the fuck was that?? thought. I heard a muffled screaming sound, but didn't realize that it was coming from me. I was so outside of my mind yet keenly aware of my body, alight with sensation. It was a fabulous, fascinating, disjointed feeling.
His timing was spot on today. He didn't stop fucking me - ever - until he had siphoned every ounce of cum from me. He pulled The Dildo from me and put my hand on his throbbing cock. It was so wet, with pre-cum sliding down and pooling at his balls. Oh, I had a burning desire. I began to bend, I wanted to suck to lap at his pool, but he grabbed my arm and hoisted me over him. He placed his hand on my ass and pushed me down atop him. He fucked, talked, bit, grabbed and pinched me until he came.
We collapsed, me on top of him, and instantaneously fell deep asleep. Thoroughly Sssspent.
Friday, January 11, 2013
Long Spanked at Long Last
Oh, thank you Sir!
Hours with his hand, a wooden brush, a cane and the bamboo massage sticks.
He spanked in bursts ending a round just as I was reaching my pain-as-pleasure threshold. He would spank harder for fewer strokes or softer for more strokes. I feel the blow and there is a sting and thud at the moment of impact. I can feel energy surges throughout my body. It's kind of like the energy from the impact is converted to energy in my nervous system. I can feel, literally feel surges of energy, tingling of my nerves emanating from the point of the strike outward, moving throughout my body. The nerve endings in my fingers and toes are tangible. I am energized, invigorated, excited and so aroused.
He regularly got me to the edge of subspace and let me float back down to our bed, back to him. After many times of repeating that, he showed me mercy and let me float right up up and away. I clearly remember the moment it happened. I caught my breath, then my body just relaxed. I let go. Soaring into subspace for me is equal parts of his gift of endorphins and my conscious decision to mentally let myself go. At the moment I go, my hand that had been gripping him tightly became completely loose and relaxed. My breathing slowed and became regular and steady. My consciousness was outside of me. My thinking changed, time flexed, my mental focus becomes panoramic landscape in dense fog instead of a macro crystal clear portrait. I felt the blows, but the pain wasn't painful, simply there - not gone, but easily bearable. I was calm, peaceful in the brutality of being struck, I touch tranquility. It was just what I needed.
Spanked At Last...
Long Spanked at Long Last!!!
Hours with his hand, a wooden brush, a cane and the bamboo massage sticks.
He spanked in bursts ending a round just as I was reaching my pain-as-pleasure threshold. He would spank harder for fewer strokes or softer for more strokes. I feel the blow and there is a sting and thud at the moment of impact. I can feel energy surges throughout my body. It's kind of like the energy from the impact is converted to energy in my nervous system. I can feel, literally feel surges of energy, tingling of my nerves emanating from the point of the strike outward, moving throughout my body. The nerve endings in my fingers and toes are tangible. I am energized, invigorated, excited and so aroused.
He regularly got me to the edge of subspace and let me float back down to our bed, back to him. After many times of repeating that, he showed me mercy and let me float right up up and away. I clearly remember the moment it happened. I caught my breath, then my body just relaxed. I let go. Soaring into subspace for me is equal parts of his gift of endorphins and my conscious decision to mentally let myself go. At the moment I go, my hand that had been gripping him tightly became completely loose and relaxed. My breathing slowed and became regular and steady. My consciousness was outside of me. My thinking changed, time flexed, my mental focus becomes panoramic landscape in dense fog instead of a macro crystal clear portrait. I felt the blows, but the pain wasn't painful, simply there - not gone, but easily bearable. I was calm, peaceful in the brutality of being struck, I touch tranquility. It was just what I needed.
At long last,
I had a long lasting spanking
Floating away
Soaring straight into subspace.
Saturday, December 15, 2012
Fantasy Fulfilled (Part 4)
This is continued from Part 1, Part 2 & Part 3. It's also the end.
I can hear some guy talking to Sir downstairs. NO, it's not what you think. I think the damn electrician stopped by early. He wasn't due until this afternoon. I must say, hearing Sir conducting the business of our home with someone else - all the while I am bound, blindfolded, gagged, collared and have an enormous dildo stuck in my, now very well used, pussy upstairs is .... HOLY HELL HOT!
except, ummm...except, he didn't put his large flannel shirt over me, so, umm, I'm not feeling hot.
I breath, I meditate, I - I ...
Shit, I have to pee.
Actually, now I'm cold and I have to pee.
He's talking - what on earth are they doing, it's taking forever. I can hear them walking around. Oh My God, are they chaty-fucking-cathys??
I have this mental struggle between the calm of meditation and the knowledge that I am getting colder and colder and have to pee!
"ah-a-a-a"
I startle myself. I must have just made that noise. I hadn't intended to make a noise. Wow, how did that whimper escape me? No, focus fiona.
I breath, focus on meditation...
I start to cry, gently. I'm not aware of it until the tears runs down my cheek. They aren't able to escape down the side of my head, because the blindfold is absorbing them. I'm not really that upset, I think I am simply emotionally raw from the system overload.
I am soooo completely consumed with myself, I don't even hear him open the door. He's by my side in a flash and untying me. "What's wrong, fiona?" He says in a slow and steady, concerned voice. "I'm so cold and I really have to pee," I say. I expect him to pull off the blindfold and let me up. I don't move from the position he put me in, though I am no longer bound there. He places on warm hand on my chest, grounding me, then moves the other to The Dildo. He starts to move it slowly in and out. I cum almost immediately. You know, full bladder and all.
Once he's pulled one orgasm from me, he starts to move the dildo a bit faster. He's moving it in and out and then side to side - almost stretching me. He's not being gentile anymore. He pulls me over to the side of the bed onto my side and moves my hands, still above my head, but pulls my legs so that they are completely open. I'm half on my side and half on my back. He unzips his pants with one hand...I guess when your stiff cock is holding your pants in place, it kinda acts like another hand. He takes it out of his boxers, grabs the back of my head and I instinctively open my mouth.
"Close your mouth, fiona." Ahhh, no I want cock... He takes his cock and smears his precum all over my face. He rubs and smacks. Oh, how objectifying. His next command comes with one word, "Open!" I do and am immediately rewarded with a cock in my mouth.
I am making the noises of a rabid animal. I am truly out of my body. He flips my legs so that I am mostly on my stomach with my head to the side still firmly latched around his throbbing member. He pulls The Dildo from my pussy and pushes it against my tight rosebud. OH - OH...I'll need a gallon of lube before that thing is going to be able to enter me, and that's IF it's even able to! SHIT.
As I begin to panic about the dildo and my tiny, tiny opening (compared to the massive shaft he's about to shove in there), I realize I have stopped sucking on his cock. He moves my mouth so that his pleasure is not diminished. If I stop sucking, he'll fuck my mouth just the same. I don't know if all of the orgasms and endorphins have caused me to leave my body, or if I am just soaring weightlessly in subspace, but I have a moment, where my entire body relaxes. My rosebud blooms. My breathing softens and he's pushed The Dildo into me. My ass stretches to accommodate and the guttural noises involuntarily coming out of my body are unfamiliar to me. He's fucking both ends of me. I have
T H E M O S T A M A Z I N G O R G A S M!
I truly don't know what happened next. I know that I was on my stomach with a ridiculously large dildo in my ass and a beautiful work of art in my mouth. The next moment, I look up and for the first time since this adventure started, I can see. He's removed my blindfold and the glorious Dom of a man is staring into my eyes. He's hovering over me, pumping his cock into my gushing pussy. I still have The Dildo stuck in my ass, though it is no longer moving, so my pussy is tighter around his cock. He pins me to the bed with his gaze as he fucks. I am really outside of this whole scene. I see him. I feel him. But yet, I don't.
He throws his head back and cums with a scream. Oh, it's like seeing a wild animal after a hunt and I have so enjoyed being his prey.
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I am sore as I write this. I have have been WELL used! I have constant reminders of the flogging, the clamping and the hours of fucking. Every time I feel....um....something, I smile. I am happy!
I can hear some guy talking to Sir downstairs. NO, it's not what you think. I think the damn electrician stopped by early. He wasn't due until this afternoon. I must say, hearing Sir conducting the business of our home with someone else - all the while I am bound, blindfolded, gagged, collared and have an enormous dildo stuck in my, now very well used, pussy upstairs is .... HOLY HELL HOT!
except, ummm...except, he didn't put his large flannel shirt over me, so, umm, I'm not feeling hot.
I breath, I meditate, I - I ...
Shit, I have to pee.
Actually, now I'm cold and I have to pee.
He's talking - what on earth are they doing, it's taking forever. I can hear them walking around. Oh My God, are they chaty-fucking-cathys??
I have this mental struggle between the calm of meditation and the knowledge that I am getting colder and colder and have to pee!
"ah-a-a-a"
I startle myself. I must have just made that noise. I hadn't intended to make a noise. Wow, how did that whimper escape me? No, focus fiona.
I breath, focus on meditation...
I start to cry, gently. I'm not aware of it until the tears runs down my cheek. They aren't able to escape down the side of my head, because the blindfold is absorbing them. I'm not really that upset, I think I am simply emotionally raw from the system overload.
I am soooo completely consumed with myself, I don't even hear him open the door. He's by my side in a flash and untying me. "What's wrong, fiona?" He says in a slow and steady, concerned voice. "I'm so cold and I really have to pee," I say. I expect him to pull off the blindfold and let me up. I don't move from the position he put me in, though I am no longer bound there. He places on warm hand on my chest, grounding me, then moves the other to The Dildo. He starts to move it slowly in and out. I cum almost immediately. You know, full bladder and all.
Once he's pulled one orgasm from me, he starts to move the dildo a bit faster. He's moving it in and out and then side to side - almost stretching me. He's not being gentile anymore. He pulls me over to the side of the bed onto my side and moves my hands, still above my head, but pulls my legs so that they are completely open. I'm half on my side and half on my back. He unzips his pants with one hand...I guess when your stiff cock is holding your pants in place, it kinda acts like another hand. He takes it out of his boxers, grabs the back of my head and I instinctively open my mouth.
"Close your mouth, fiona." Ahhh, no I want cock... He takes his cock and smears his precum all over my face. He rubs and smacks. Oh, how objectifying. His next command comes with one word, "Open!" I do and am immediately rewarded with a cock in my mouth.
I am making the noises of a rabid animal. I am truly out of my body. He flips my legs so that I am mostly on my stomach with my head to the side still firmly latched around his throbbing member. He pulls The Dildo from my pussy and pushes it against my tight rosebud. OH - OH...I'll need a gallon of lube before that thing is going to be able to enter me, and that's IF it's even able to! SHIT.
As I begin to panic about the dildo and my tiny, tiny opening (compared to the massive shaft he's about to shove in there), I realize I have stopped sucking on his cock. He moves my mouth so that his pleasure is not diminished. If I stop sucking, he'll fuck my mouth just the same. I don't know if all of the orgasms and endorphins have caused me to leave my body, or if I am just soaring weightlessly in subspace, but I have a moment, where my entire body relaxes. My rosebud blooms. My breathing softens and he's pushed The Dildo into me. My ass stretches to accommodate and the guttural noises involuntarily coming out of my body are unfamiliar to me. He's fucking both ends of me. I have
T H E M O S T A M A Z I N G O R G A S M!
I truly don't know what happened next. I know that I was on my stomach with a ridiculously large dildo in my ass and a beautiful work of art in my mouth. The next moment, I look up and for the first time since this adventure started, I can see. He's removed my blindfold and the glorious Dom of a man is staring into my eyes. He's hovering over me, pumping his cock into my gushing pussy. I still have The Dildo stuck in my ass, though it is no longer moving, so my pussy is tighter around his cock. He pins me to the bed with his gaze as he fucks. I am really outside of this whole scene. I see him. I feel him. But yet, I don't.
He throws his head back and cums with a scream. Oh, it's like seeing a wild animal after a hunt and I have so enjoyed being his prey.
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I am sore as I write this. I have have been WELL used! I have constant reminders of the flogging, the clamping and the hours of fucking. Every time I feel....um....something, I smile. I am happy!
Saturday, November 3, 2012
He Flogs ...100 ... 200 ...
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| Yep, this is one of my beautiful Floggers made by Conina |
We were in the bedroom getting ready for bed; Bathroom, getting towels for morning showers, morning clothes, picking up dirty laundry, talking about this and that. I quietly close the door while he was in the bathroom, hoping he doesn't hear it lock. He was getting out floss and I lay, naked, over the side of the bed. This is my sign that I need, not want, NEED a spanking. He walks in to change the television channel, floss in hand and sees me.
"Get the flogger for me, then lay back down and don't move," he commands without missing a beat. Oh how I love that he doesn't miss a beat. He changes the channel and then proceeds to floss his teeth.
I get the flogger, shown on the right, the one with the knots in it so that it packs a bit more of a punch (all puns intended). I need that tonight. I need more intensity. I lay the flogger next to me as I lay back across the bed, on the balls of my feet, back flat with my hands stretched across the bed. I wait and breathe. He flosses his teeth and I hear him getting his toothbrush. He walks in, I can't see him, but can hear him brushing his teeth behind me.
"AAaahhhh!" I say in surprise - I hadn't heard him pick up the flogger. It doesn't hurt, but simply surprises me.
He brushes his teeth and flogs. It is somehow a bit more exciting because he seems to be flogging his slut as an afterthought...like it simply goes along with something as pedestrian as brushing his teeth. Just... getting ready for bed.
He flogs me! Changing the location of the strike only slightly. He flogs! He is aiming for my ass...not my thighs or back...just my ass. He flogs! Now as I have a not-unsubstancial ass, there is a bit of space for variation - but not very much. He flogs! He changes the intensity of the strike. He flogs! He changes where on the falls it hits - weather it is mostly knots or knots pulling across the silky tails. He flogs!
...He flogs!
...He flogs!
Somewhere around 200 and I am slipping. My breathing, that had been more like panting, more like moaning, more ... just more ... suddenly becomes quiet. My body which had been moving on the bed, exploring the sensations, asking for more, meeting the flogger in invitation for another strike, stills. I slip. I quiet. I absorb, I am lost - no I am FOUND! I am content, feeling each strike but only externally. My mind is quiet, I am calm, I feel safe, surrounded by ... surrounded by ... space.
He stops at 300. I can feel my ass heating the entire room. There may have been a thermal spike in the town we live in, I don't know. He walks around the bed, moves my hands and lays down. He pulls his hand to his cock. I touch, I stroke, I rub. He gives me time to find myself.
"May I climb onto the bed, please Sir?" I ask.
"Yes." he says. "You needed that didn't you?"
"Oh, Yes, Sir! Thank you, Sir." And my mouth devours him. "Take your hand, fiona. Hold me." he commands. I know him to mean that I am to hold and play with his balls while I suck. Oh, the veins. I love feeling his throbbing veins on his cock. Feeling the blood pumping through him. I love the strength of his cock and the feel of him pushing down my throat. I love how slick and smooth it is after he has shoved down my throat several times. Oh, do I love my Sir's manhood.
"When is the last time you swallowed for me, fiona?" He asks, knowing it's been a couple of weeks. "boo bwong!" is my reply with my mouth around him. "Come here, I want you to taste yourself, when you taste me." He says as he grabs me and pulls me up. I lower down onto him and he fucks for only a few minutes then pushing me back down. I lick his balls, suck on them for a minute, then replace my mouth with my hand as I move to take his cock back into my mouth. I suck, he pumps. His hand grabs and pulls my hair, controlling my head, defining the pace, fucking my mouth. I can taste... me, I can taste my wetness on him. He cums and I suck, I lick, I savor. I hold it all. I revel in every moment.
After he is all spent, I open my mouth to show him his gift. "Oh, fiona. You ARE a good girl. Now swallow!"
mmmmmmmmm
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