Anticipation Part 3

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Bliss!

Spanked into Submission

….Sorry about the delay.  I had to be out of town for a bit.  Thank goodness I took notes =)

where was I???

Oh ya, I was horny as hell…primed and….
have to put a kid to bed…mood killer!

OK, children to sleep
…appropriate time waited
….ready to go!

I come back to him laying on the couch.

I stand beside him and he pulls me on top of him.
He talks to me about being …

more submissive.
About taking another step.
(what the fuck is he talking about?)

"Look at me, fiona."
My stomach does a huge flip and 
I suck in a breath meeting his eyes.
"Ask."
Oh!

I so want to be … pliable, submissive, a good girl.  
"Please, Sir."  I quickly take in a breath and continue,
"Please, spank me and use me."

Oh, my desires of early have returned with a vengeance.

When he walks down the stairs,
I'm standing next to a table,
the toy bag on a chair.

My hands are clasped behind me 
and my eyes are cast down.

He thoughtfully puts the pillows on top of the round table.
I strokes his hand up and down my back,
then gently, but solidly, pushes me down, over the pillows.

He reaches into the bag and pulls out cuffs.
He attaches the wide velcro cuffs to my wrists and ankles.
He then attaches my hands and ankles to each of the table legs.

I am well attached, but can still move.

There is something about being attached…
it is so freeing, so liberating…all I can do is stay there.

He takes the pink dildo which is still inside of me
and fucks me hard with it until I cum.

But.

He doesn't stop.  He keeps going.
He keeps moving the dildo, in and out.
He keeps going.
He builds me up again and I'm quickly 
falling over the edge again.

But.

He doesn't stop.  He keeps going.

After…
A lot of orgasms, being yanked from me,
my legs literally give out and my body lays
limp over the table.

He moves and gets something…
But I'm so exhausted, I don't move.

He grabs my hair, pulls my head straight back
and taps my cheeks.
"Open, fiona."

I open my mouth and he
sticks the gigantic purple dildo into my mouth.

But.

It's so ridiculously gigantic, it barely fits …
the tip barely fits!

He walks behind me again and rubs my ass.
"I want you to count, fiona.
Count to 100, then moan when you get there."

Oh, my goodness.  He is doing EVERYTHING right!

Seriously!

I work hard on counting in my head.
He starts slowly - moving from cheek to cheek.
Nothing too hard.
I'm doing really good for the first 40.
After 40, I getting to wriggle a bit.

After another 10, he stops.

"No wiggling, fiona.
You need to stay still, when I put you somewhere."
He's rubbing my bum while he's explaining in a very serious tone.
"When you wiggle, you will be punished.  
That way, you will learn not to.
Do you understand, fiona?
Because you were wiggling, 
I will teach you the lesson right now.
I don't like to teach you these lessons, fiona.
But I do need you to learn.
You have to ask, fiona."

Oh holy hell!
He removes the dildo in my mouth.

"Please"
"Please what?"
"P.  Please spank me."
"You have to be more precise, fiona."
"Please, Sir, help me learn not to wiggle.
Please teach me this lesson."
"How?"
"Please spank me."
"Hard."

So…he did just that.  
"Count these out loud, fiona.
There will be only three,
but they will be very hard.
You need to learn self-control, fiona.
Do Not Wiggle when I spank you.
Do you understand?"
"Yes, Sir."

He spanks….
Hhhhaaaarrrrrrdddddd.
with that blasted metal spatula!
The sting quickly turns to an amazing
Burn.

He spanks me the three times and 
they make a serious impact…
mental and physical.

When he was done he continued.

"Do not wiggle, fiona.  
Keep Counting from where you were."

Oh, ya, I forgot that part.

I think He was at 40.  He begins back with his hand.
At 60, It's no longer hard for me to no wiggle.
I'm totally into it.  I'm there!
They are no longer stinging, 
Each stroke is delicious,
Warm,
Lovely. 

The switch was turned!

I was in a wonderful place!

When he hit 100 strokes, I moaned.
He didn't stop until ~125.

He reaches between my legs and 
fucks me hard with the dildo inside my pussy.
He quickly pulls another orgasm from me.

He rubs my ass and explains that 
I need to do the same thing…
count until he hits 100 and then moan.

He begins and I'm not processing as well.
Orgasming has made me more sensitive.
He's also spanking significantly harder.

when he hits ~30, I wiggle…just once.
I stop and hold myself still.

He stops too.
"Oh Fiona, I'm sure you are not to wiggle 
and you did it again." he says.

"Ask me for what you need to help you learn not to do that."
"Please Sir, spank me very hard so I learn not to wiggle."

He spanks me with the metal spatula,
SIX fucking times.
I'm amazed that it didn't break…seriously!

"God girl.  Do Not wiggle.  Remember to count"

At 100 I moan and 
once again, he spanks a bit more,
stopping at ~140.

He rubs my ass.  Rubs and squeezes.
Then he quickly masturbates me to an amazing cum
As soon as I cum, he goes back to rubbing.

"So, fiona.  On a scale of 1-10, where would you rate your submission?
How submissive do you feel?"

I think for a minute.  How in the hell do you evaluate that?
He removes the dildo in my mouth.
"Um, eight, Sir?"

All of this spanking…I may be more than an eight…
Oh, it feels so good!

After the Caress of the Crop, Bound and Spent

So, if you haven't read my two previous posts...they're here and then here

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I am laying - spent - on His bed.

My nipples are clamped and bound to the bed, 

the combination lifting my breasts up nicely.

My ankles are cuffed and tethered spread eagle to the bed.

Sir rolls off of me and reaches over to the nightstand drawer.

He withdraws the small electro device.  

My stomach drops,
My heartbeat skyrockets.

Ohmygodohmygodohmygod.

I want it,
   but it hurts,
      but I want it,
         but what if I can't take it.

He turns it on and tests it on his forearm.
God, I love this man

I so appreciate that he knows what it feels like.

I also appreciate that I'm bound...but I'm terrified just the same.

He starts small.

He brushes it against my arm.

I jump
and my nipples get tugged
because they are bound to the bed.

He brushes it against my belly.

I jump and my nipples get tugged.

I decide to close my eyes with the hope that it will help me process.

Unfortunately,
it's so startling when it happens,
that I now

yelp,
jump,
and then squirm...

Ya, definitely MUCH worse
for my nipples
for the amount of noise I make
and
ya, just worse!

So....
Eyes open!
I watch as he moves the electro to a new spot.

He touches it to my thigh...one side and then the other.
I still jump, but less than when I wasn't watching.

Then he ...Then ...

Then he touches it to my lips...down there
...both sides at once.

I jump and scream and moan.
It's intense.
It hurts.
It is definitely pain.

My nipples hurt from pinch and pull that
resulted from my jump.

My labia hurts from the electro stim.

But then...

As with the pain, so frequently, it turns.

Instead of it warming and absorbing...
it electrifies me.
I can actually feel my body...

I get goose bumps and my body ....

just feels
Just feels so alive, so intense, so wired!

He sets the electro stim aside and kisses me.
His tongue plunging into my mouth - taking me.

He rolls on top of me and tells me those special three words

that make me melt.

Ya, you already know them....

"Good girl, fiona."

Yup, I melt!

He pulls the dildo out of my pussy and sets it aside.  

He's on top of me and I can feel his erection.

But after having the gigantic dildo inside of me, 

as soon as he thrusts inside of me, I feel very little of him.

He fucks hard and takes his pleasure - 

after giving me so much of my own.

As he gets close, he tells me, once again,

what a good girl I am!
... and then

... he removes the nipple clamps.

As the blood rushes back into my nipples,

the pain is acute and coupled with is thrusts and words,

we cum together, in a moment of absolute euphoria.

Spring Beating (Part 2)

(continued from Part 1)

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

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

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


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The Giant Purple Dinosaur....

NOT THAT ONE...this isn't a blog for minors!

I was busy planning vacation details.  I was seriously stressed focused.
He stops me, shows me video of woman and gigantic enormous re-donk-u-lously gigantically enormous dildo and tells me to watch.  Now as my mind has been focused on something very different so I'm ... wait for it ... NOT horny or turned on or thinking about sex.  Shocker, huh?  

Well, with a mere - couple of minutes - of him watching me, watch this woman fuck herself with this
re-donk-u-lous dildo...yup, you guessed it.  I'm wet, I'm horny, I'm WICKED turned on.

He touches my harm and yet my eyes can't leave the screen. I'm captivated

"Do you like this, fiona?"
**silence**

"What do you think, fi?"
**silence**

"What do you think this makes me think of?"
**silence**

"Get your big dildo AND the new one....NOW."

the NOW got me off my ass...my eyes away from the screen...

I came back to the bed with he asks me to put lube on big pink dildo and to hand him the Gigantic Purple T-Rex Dinosaur.

He places me how he wants me on the bed and tells me to put it in while setting the dinosaur to the side.
With the lube sliding down the sides of the long pink dildo, I easily slide it inside.
He takes it as soon as it's inside and he masturbates me.

"Remember when you thought this was large, fiona."

I was kind of surprised...ya, now that he says that it doesn't feel so large.  And...
I cum.  I have that one split second thought of shock and I'm over the edge.  

Continuing to pump the dildo in and out, Sir takes his other hand and gets the Dinosaur.
He takes the gigantic purple dinosaur and puts it in my mouth.  

Oh, my...Oh MY.  

So he's still fucking my pussy and I'm sucking on the head of the gigantic purple dinosaur.  
My eyes are shut and I'm processing all of the stimuli I have.  

All of a sudden I feel my Lelo vibrator on my clit.  It takes approximately exactly 3.4 seconds and...
I scream - a muffled, muted, unintelligible utterance of ecstasy.  

He knows I've just cum and yet he keeps going. He keeps thrusting, keeps the vibe steady, keeps the dino in my mouth and I continue to roll through the orgasms.  

I'm shaking, I'm screaming.  I can't open my mouth any wider to pant around the dino so I'm trying to breath as deeply and quickly as I can through my nose.  

My legs clamp together as he shoves the dildo deep inside me, lets go, pushes my knees back apart and ...
continues the assault of pleasure on my body.

I am now dripping....wrung out...spent...fucked thoroughly.  
He removes the dildo and takes the gigantic purple dinosaur out of my mouth.  

He takes it and puts it into my channel.  It's slippery, but feels like a mac truck in width.
He rubs it up and down and then grabs my hand and puts it on the dildo.  I grab it knowing what he wants me to do.

I put the tip in and he quickly encourages me. 
"Oh Fiona you have it."
I push it in a bit more.
His excitement, his encouragement is spurring me on.  It's making me want to get it inside.
"Good girl."
Oh God, I think I may be past the tip.
"Look at you, fiona.  Look at what a good girl you are."
Oh**think of my voice dropping twelve octaves** ohmygod.  It's in.  HOLY SHIT.
"Oh, fiona.  I am so proud of you.  Oh you ARE my good slut.  Oh, I am SO proud of you!"

He takes it from my hand and begins pumping it into me.

"Do you want it hard or soft?"
I don't know.  Holy Shit, I can't process anything.  I don't even know if I'm still inside me...or if I've died and am simply experiencing the aftershocks of fucking awesomeness.  

He proceeds to provide examples of hard and soft - naming each as he demonstrates over and over.   
The really defined head of the FUCKING DINOSAUR makes the experience seriously intense as he pulls it out slowly and reinserts it. I make noises that are deep and guttural and primal.  

He stops.
"Ask for it." he says and I know he wants an answer to his question about hard or soft.
"Hard." I grunt out without hesitation, without guilt, without any hint of modesty or embarrassment.  I'm open.  I'm raw.  I'm fully transparent and I am owned by him.  "Hard. Please. Sir." I repeat.

And the ocean breaks over me as orgasm after screaming orgasm wash over me.


...

He takes it out and lays on top of my limp body.  He fucks me swiftly, finding his cock suctioned into the substantial body of orgasmic juices.

"Can u even feel it?"  He asks.
Oh yes can I ever but as he says that, he cums.  And his hardy stream must hit my spot because I cum one last time with him and milk him dry.

Size comparison ... glass dildo, big pink dildo, Purple Dinosaur

My Hand

"Roll on your back," he says.

He's rubbing pussy.

"Give me your hand."

He positions MY hand on my pussy, then pushes my finger through the folds

"Touch yourself - masturbate for me."

Gently his hand moved back up, stopping to circle around my bellybutton then dip inside...making me squirm.

He moves his hands up to my nipples - rolling, tugging, kneeding, squeezing.

"Move your fingers inside...I want to hear.  Are you wet?"

Oh, my pussy was overflowing with the natural silicone that changes my pussy from being dry and textured to being smooth and slip-and-slide soaked

"We need to do this more often. You don't masturbate enough for me."

"It's because I suck at it." I say

"Well, we'll have to practice.  I want you to masturbate for me - feel this?  (he pushes MY fingers inside my pussy and covers them in juice)  I like it.  I want you to touch yourself more often.  I want to hear you pleasuring yourself."

He mounts me, stops, looks down at me as his cock enters.
"Oh fiona - you are wet.  You are gushing.  You are such a slut.  Look how wet you got just by touching yourself.  Oh, you are a good girl."

Well Played

During our evening, lounging on the couch - him sitting and me with my head on his lap, watching TV, snuggling, he would spank my bottom periodically.  It was lovely.

We went to our room to get ready for bed and he says casually, "Get the glass dildo."
I look at him, knowing he's tired, and quickly retort, "you don't have to do this."

He quickly grabs my hair, turns me around and spanks, hard and quick.  I'm catching my breath.  "Stay." he commands and in seconds is back with a hairbrush.  He applies it liberally to my backside.
"How many do you need?"  he asks.  I am still and quiet.    "Do you get to tell me what I can and can't do?" He asks.  "

"No, Sir.  I'm sorry, Sir."  I quickly retort.  I know I shouldn't have said that.  Of course he will do what he wants.  He KNOWS he doesn't HAVE to.  Why do I feel the need to say that?  Ugh....silly fiona!

"Do you understand, fiona.  Do you REALLY understand?"

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I lay naked on His bed, my legs butterflied open and the Glass Dildo in my hand.
"Put it in." he commands.  I am surprised by how slick I am.
"Go ahead, fiona.  Show me." He says.  I begin to move the dildo in and out, slowly.
"How would I do it?" he asks.  I begin to move it more quickly.

He's standing beside the bed while I'm masturbating.  He's pulled the covers down so they are pooled at my feet.  He reaches over and begins to squeeze my nipples, rolling them, pulling them, flicking them.

"Faster."  he says.  "Good Girl."

"Harder fiona."

"Oh - look at you, you are such a good girl."

I'm masturbating furiously while he plays with both nipples.   I'm feeling so objectified...so controlled....so adored.

My forearm is seriously cramping.  Like magic, he takes the dildo and fucks the shit out of me.

     I Cum, Ohmygod do I Cum!!

As it rolls through my body, I twist, closing my knees, trapping his hand which is still on the dildo.  He reaches over with his other hand and quickly shows me the error of my ways.

*spank*

*spank*

*spank*

*spank*

*spank*

*spank*

"Roll Over...Open your legs and Stay...just like that." He says.
"Good Girl."

He renews his efforts with the dildo.  Ahhh....

He takes my hand and moves it to the dildo.  He kneels beside me on the bed.  He leans over, putting his cock into my mouth.  He fucks down into my mouth and I am lost in noise, moaning, groaning, sucking, ohmygod ohmygod do I love this.  I suck and suck and he pumps deep into my mouth.  I am sucking so wildly, latched on properly.  I hardly notice when he comes, deep down my throat.  I suck and suck, long after he's spent, cleaning his cock thoroughly.  Eventually, he pulls out.

He stands up, slaps my cheek and says, "You are My good girl.  I love you little one."

Electric Nipples...Mmmm Good!

"Lay across my bed, fiona," he commands in a low, patient voice.

Oh no - is my only thought as I lay across his bed.

"Take off your shirt."

I am now laying across his bed with my pants on - he had me remove my bra earlier in the evening.   I know he's planning on playing...it's far to early to be secluded in our room to not play.  Oh, what does he have in mind.

"Close your eyes, fiona.  Goodgirl (yes, he says it like it's one word).  Now keep them closed, little one."

I feel...Oh...OH, he's putting something on my nipples.  It's cold and covers - like an inch and a half around my nipple.  It's foreign, I don't know what it is.  I feel the pull to open my eyes, but want to be good.  That disconnect - desire to open - desire to please is arousing, intoxicating.

Ohmygod, ohmygod...prickles, stings, little tiny stabs of electricity start to go through my nipples.  HOLY SHIT, he got out the TENS machine...we discussed this, but never did.  Ohmygod.  It feels painful, but just barley.  It is intense in all the right ways.

He lets me adjust to this feeling, all the while adding to it.  He's changing the intensity of the TENS and his other hand is rubbing, gently, his fingertips along my body.  Touching around my belly button.  Going in and out, up my side and down my arm, around my neck, giving it a squeeze.  AAHHHHH.

He touches me all over, eventually making his way back down my navel.  He unbuttons my jeans and slips them off along with my panties.  He pushes my knees apart and gently touches my calfs, my knees, my thighs.  He wanders his fingers around my soft, warm folds.  He touches my wetness and spreads it around my lips.  He dips his fingers into my warm honey, making me moan even louder.

After building the tension inside of me, he removes his fingers and quickly replaces them with The Dildo.  It's so large as he gently stretches me as he invades my pussy.  I'm so tight around it, it's not sliding in easily even though I am oh, so wet.

"If its a bit hard for you to take, that's ok. I want you to take it anyway I give it to you.  Do you understand, fiona?"  he says.

With those words, I relax and the dildo slides in.  He fucks me with it slow - in and out.  He makes sure its considerable length is naturally lubricated with my nectar before he pushes it harder and faster.

The tingling on my nipples, the penetration that is so filling and rough and claiming.  Oh, I am so....horny.

"What are you imagining, fiona?" he asks.
"you're putting a big dick inside me." i breathlessly reply.

"Is it mine?  Is it someone else's?"

AHHHHH.  He fucks me with The Dildo and I come apart.

"Ask me for it." he commands.
         what the FUCK is it with him wanting me to ask??????
"Please make me take the big dick, sir." I breath.  "Please let me cum."

Now typically, I do NOT ask to cum, he doesn't EVER really control that.  It was where I was.  It was the wonton, horny, sexually deviant, slut that was deep inside me screaming for freedom.

and with that...he renews his assault, turning up the TENS and fucking me with recless abandon and I CUM...HUGE.

He removes The Dildo and I close my knees and feel so bereft, so empty - cranving fullness!

I hear a zip but don't look as I roll my knees back and forth - my body apart from my mind.

He removes the TENS from my nipples.  He sucks on each and Oh, it feels like warm ocean waves rolling over my overly sensitive nubs.  He leans up and with no preamble, he's inside of me.  His shirt on, jeans on, zipper open allowing his cock to mate up with my sex. He starts to move and he's not being any too gentile...he's fucking in roughly the same manner he was with The Dildo.  My hands go up to his chest and push against him.

I want.  I want his cock inside - as deep as I can.  He's slamming into me and I'm leavering his torso to get him as deep inside as possible. He's pumping into me and I cum apart. My Sir is a large man. He is tall and very muscular. I cum and my body clenches around him...but not just my pussy.  All of my muscles seem to tighten.  I am fuly supporting his upper body on my arms because I am pushing so hard. I cum and he cums and I just don't stop. I can feel my pussy gripping onto his cock with the power I have never experienced.  I can feel me milking him and know he has deposited his seed deep inside me.  He's stopped pumping and yet my body just continues to pulse. I am lost to the sensation, panting, shuddering, moaning...lost.
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He tucks me into bed and tells me he'll clean everything up. He kisses my forehead and turns off the light. I am thoroughly, roughly fucked and exhausted, lay sated.

HIS Girl And The FUCKING Hickey

“Your going to have a hickey,” he says, nonchalantly.

“Are you FUCKING kidding me???” Oh yes, I really said that!

I looked in the mirror as we were in the bathroom at the time.  Crap, Crap, Crap, he wasn’t kidding me.  I wear scarfs all the time because I love them, but I hate loathe having to wear one because a fucking-hickey visible.

Impetuously, fueled by righteous indignation, I hit Sir on the shoulder.  Crap, Crap, Crap, I shouldn’t have done that.  Now I’m tall and very strong, BUT he is taller and much stronger.  I dash to the bed, trying to safely hide half of my body.  He calmly walks over to me, lays on top of me, pinning my arms above my head and leaning on them.  He’s leaning on all of me, so I can feel the weight of him. 

Have I said, Crap, Crap, Crap!!!  He looks in my eyes, his glowing - scorching.  Calmly, deliberately - slowly even - he speaks to me.

“You are MY little girl. “

“You are MY good girl.”

“AND I can do anything I want to any part of you.”

“Your body is available to me – even for a hickey.”

“What do you say.”

“Yes, Sir.”  I whisper, truly trying to breathe and regroup as a flash flood just happened inside my body.

God, I love this man! (NOT the fucking hickey)

New Year's Affirmation

I was quietly laying in bed with Sir last night.  The house is dark and quiet.  The quilt and comforter lay heavily atop us, swaddling us in warmth.  My Sir has me tucked into his side, my head raising and falling on his chest and my hand gently enveloping his cock and balls.  He pulls his hand up and is stroking my hair.  I feel so safe, warm, loved, comforted....content.

"With the holidays and traveling, it feels like I have lost some of my submission.  I miss it." I confess in a whisper.  I love when it is dark and we are snuggled and it feels like I can say anything.  It's not like I hold back, typically, but in this scenario, cloaked in darkness and safe in his arms, I don't feel embarrassed about anything.

"Well, this past year has been your year of submission, hasn't it fiona?"

My hard stops.  I am terrified.  Does he mean that we're done?  Does he want out?  Is he done with TTWD?  I've finally become confident in my position, in my desire, in my place.

Crap, Shit, Fuck.  I sit up - criss-cross my legs and look at him...Yes, it's dark, so I can only see an outline.  I'm holding my breath.

"Hasn't it, fiona?"  he repeats.

Breathe, breathe fiona - I tell myself.
"But I don't want it to end.  I was just saying that i missed it.  I have missed sitting at your feet, putting on your shoes, I have missed being spanked - Oh, God have I missed being spanked.  I know it hasn't been that long, but I have MISSED being demonstrably submissive to you." I say with a strong voice.

"I've missed it too, fiona.  I like you being a good girl.  I love you being my good little girl."  he replies.  Oh thank heavens.  Really!  OH THANK HEAVENS!!

It seems poignant that this conversation happens when it does.  It happens just before the new year and it served to reaffirms our places, it reaffirms our desires, it reaffirms our roles.

Last night and today, Sir has put his hand (and brush) where his mouth was...he has begun the spankings and I am feeling better.

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I have gone through so many emotions in this past year.  I have felt...

...ashamed that I liked to be spanked
...nervous about wanting to be submissive all the time
...insecure about my ability to please him.
...selfish for wanting to always be submissive (remember we had been life long switches)
...vulnerable for vocalizing my deepest desires and accepting them as part of me
...satisfied that I was doing a good job when I did as I was told
...content to follow his directions, even in humiliation or sexual scenes which pushed my boundaries
...free and whole being a submissive to his Dominant
...excited-as-hell to be His
...happy to be able to accept my submissive, spanko, kinky desires
...horny, wanton, slutty... oh I've felt those too.

I am grateful for this year.  I am grateful for this blog.  Without Conina's encouragement, I would never have started this blog.  Thank you. I have blossoming friendships with a couple of blogland folks and am grateful for those.  They make my life much more complete.  I am grateful for you!  I have learned so much and been provoked into meaningful introspection by my reading of the wonderful blogs out there.  Thank you for allowing me to join in your journeys.  Most surprisingly, I have grown to really love the "conversation" that I am able to have with y'all who comment.  It means more to me than you know.

Happy New Year my kinky blogland friends.  I wish you and yours a New Year with ENOUGH!

fiona

Merry Christmas My Kinky Friends

Merry Christmas!  

With travel, family, friends, parties, shopping, wrapping....phew!  It's a lot.  

I am so content with my life with Sir.  Even with all of the business listed above, with staying in places that are not our home, with parties and family abounding, TTWD is still in tact.  When I struggle, he's there to ground me, recenter me, love me and spank me.  

We've had significantly less sex than we typically do, but that's to be expected.  Wonderfully, though, we are still managing some sex and it is very satisfying.  

He's played with me every night as he goes to sleep.  Last night after playing with my nipples and getting me all worked up, he mounted me.  He slowly and quietly pumped in and out.  As he played with my nipples, I worked hard to measure my breathing absorb the pleasure and be very very quiet.  He quickened and I could tell he was getting close.  He shifted, unexpectedly, and in moment was inside my mouth and I was sucking him to completion.  Nice, neat and oh so comforting.  With his cock squeaky-clean, he snuggled me into his side, caressed my cheek, kissed my forehead and wished his "good-girl" goodnight.  Oh, how I adore this man.  

Tonight, as Santa cruises over head, when children and parents are nestled in their beds, this will be what Sir unwraps.

Merry Christmas My Kinky Friends.  I am grateful for my blogland friends and wish you all a good night.

Fantasy Fulfilled (Part 2)

This is continued from Part 1...more to come...


He gives me a minute to control my breathing and come back to myself.  It takes a few minutes to be able to respond, to be able to move.  He tells me to lay on his bed.  I do as requested and he is by my side with a blindfold.  He places it over my eyes and secures it behind my ponytail.  My sense of sight is gone.

He takes my right ankle and ties .... YES ... a rope around it (oh how I love rope).  The rope itself is soft, but it is tied tightly - though he takes care to make sure my circulation is alright.  He ties the other end of the rope to a finial on the bed and pulls.  My right leg pulls down and open.  He takes my left ankle in his hand and deftly repeats the process.  This time when he pulls, not only does he pull my left leg apart, but my lips also open slightly, sending a shiver through my body as cool air hits my soft wet folds.

I can hear so clearly when I'm blindfolded.  I hear him pick up something that has metal on it, it's quietly jingling.  He cuffs my wrists and quickly connects them to the top bars on the headboard.  My arms can bend, but there is not enough slack for them to touch each other.  I then feel his hand at my neck and he is collaring me with a large wide leather collar with a ring.  He tightens it so that it is snug.  He then tugs at the ring and I can literally feel a bead of moisture escape my pussy.  I am collared and restrained.

I hear the jingle again, but instead of metal, I feel his warm fingers.  He begins to pull and twist my nipples.  He hardens both nipples and I am beginning to moan and move slightly when cold, hard, unforgiving, metal, hurt like a hell, Japanese clover clamps are placed on each nipple.  

"Oh, Oh, OHHHH, those, those, OHHH, they, oh, OHHH, hurt, theyhurt, theyhurttheyhurttheyhurt," I quickly spit out.  The clamps are biting, burning.  Oh, they burn and pinch and feel like my nipple may just be pulled off of my body - SHIT I hope that doesn't happen!  My nipples are on fire.  I slow my breathing and process the pain.  "They hurt," I say more calmly.  

"It is too much?" Sir asks patiently.  

"no, but just barely," I respond.

Sir lays my knee to the side and gently lays a hand on my thigh.  I love how grounded that touch makes me feel.  He instructs me to hold my knees out in a butterfly position - as much as possible with my ankles tethered.  He opens my pussy lips and without ceremony, simply dribbles lube down my fold.  It starts at my clit and feels like ice sliding down to my opening.  He takes ..... um .... oh that's The Dildo! I feel.  He's got the head of The Dildo smearing the lube up and down my slit.  Oh, I feel so...what am I feeling....I feel like he's playing with someTHING, that he's working with an inanimate object.  He takes the head of The Dildo and shoves it inside of me.  It's tight and he's being none-too-gentile.  He shoves it to the end of my opening so that it's resting on my cervix.  He leaves it there for a minute and leans up to my ear.

He whispers, "You need this.  You're going to be played with for hours.  You're going to be a good girl and stay right here and take everything that I want to give you.  What do you say?"

"Thank you, Sir." I respond in anticipation.  Oh, I want!  My nipples hurt, my pussy is full, I am bound, collared and blindfolded and I WANT!

Simultaneously, he begins to fuck my pussy with The Dildo and he pulls the FUCKING chain on the FUCKING clover clamps.  Pain and pleasure.  "OOOOOOOOHHHHH"  I SCREAM.  I come apart and he's fucking me hard.  He's ripping orgasms our of me, one after another.  I stop breathing, I arch my back and open my mouth in a silent scream.  As I do this, he removes the clovers and all of a sudden I realize that my nipples had stopped feeling...um....they stopped feeling at all, as I reached one of my climaxes.  But HOLY SHIT, as he removes them, I continue my silent scream but in a non-quiet manner.  Thank God the house is empty, the people three blocks away may have just heard me.

Sir stops as quickly as he started.  He shoves The Dildo deep into my puss and then commands me to close my legs.  He explains that he has a lot of work to do and that I need to to be quiet.  He then pushes the large ball gag into my mouth and fastens it.  He tells me that he will come back and check on me.  He covers me up with one of his large flannel shirts, kisses me, tweaks my nipples (HOLY OUCH), then tells me to be good and not to move.

Ha...I'm bound, gagged, collared and filled...how could I not be good?

Timing is everything.  His work phone rings and he answers it, walking out of the room and shutting the door.

Fantasy Fulfilled (Part 1)

Sir and I had a very LONG playtime and I wanted to capture it (for me and for y'all.) 
It's going to be in four shorter parts.  Sorry for the length.

I dressed for Sir this morning in a long wrap-around skirt, sexy thong, spaghetti strapped tank, sweater and three inch heals.  We ran errands, completely mundane life-stuff.  We went to the grocery store, the pet store, dropped the car to be serviced...yep, NOTHING sexy.  All the time I was walking outside or getting in and out of the car, I was a bit chilly in my thong and bare legs with cool air blowing up my skirt and onto my freshly shaved skin.

We got home and his look hardens.  Oh how I love that look.  "Go upstairs, get undressed and get out my box."  Well I scurry upstairs, relishing in the knowledge that we are alone in our home and he wants to play....with me!  I take off my heels and sweater.  I am looking for some music to put on when he opens the bedroom door.  "Well, you didn't make it very far, fiona."  I explain that I was looking for music and he cuts me off, pushes me flat on the bed, pulls up my skirt, and unceremoniously spanks me.  He doesn't warm up, he's hard and fast.  Just ten, but they are meaningful!
  

"Did I ask you to put on music?"  He asks.  

     "no, Sir," I sheepishly respond.

"Listen, fiona.     Be a good girl.      Take off your clothes."
     SPANK
"Get my box."
     SPANK
"Pick up your things, put them away, and Bend,"
     SPANK
"Over,"
     SPANK
"The"
     SPANK
"Bed."
     SPANK.  

The beautiful AND amazing feeling floggers!

"Yes, Sir." I say more confidently and immediately whirl around and comply.  I hang my clothes and put my shoes away and take out a flogger-box and lay over the side of the bed.  When he walks back over to me he picks up the box and opens it and with no further ado, begins to flog me.  He's flogging florentine - his and my first time and I must say it's impactful, both physically and emotionally (in all the best ways).  I know that's not a great adjective, but it's accurate. 

"Are these new?"  he asks.

OF COURSE THEY'RE NEW...
YOU KNOW WHAT WE OWN - I scream in my head.   

I purchased them as a gift for him and was waiting for the right time to give them to him.  I am rather addicted to Conina's floggers.  Her floggers have featured prominently in our play for a while, though this is our first twin set for florentine!

The flogs are coming quickly and my body is busy breathing, moaning,  listening, processing, and producing the juices of my arousal, I simply have no more threads available for speech.  

He stops and asks his question again.  He waits a minute, flogs one set - HARD, stops, then asks again.

"Yes, Sir," I manage to whisper.  

"Did you ask to purchase these?"  What??  Readers should know this is not part of our dynamic.  He does not restrict what I purchase nor when I purchase it.

"No, Sir.  I bought them as a gift for you.  Should I not have?  I'm sorry, Sir"

"Oh, fiona.  You should always ask before you make purchases like these."

"but I do like them." he says almost as an afterthought and quickly begins to flog again.  

Knots of all different sizes

Oh, it's hard, it's painful - but not too.  It's a deeper thud than usual, maybe due to the millions of knots in the falls.  Because two floggers are hitting me, their impacts are coming quickly and are reaching deep inside me, almost like a deep tissue massage upon each impact. I'm breathing, raising up, wanting more, breathing, moaning, crying out, panting.   There are falls that are unraveled and their tiny knots find their way into tiny folds.  You don't have to use much imagination to imagine what happens when he's not simply flogging on each cheek.  As he moves to one flogger and begins to be more centrally located I raise to my tip-toes to reach closer to him.  I want, I want...  Oh how I want more!