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!

My Predicament (Part 3)

continued from My Predicament (Part 1), (Part 2)
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Time passes, my mind wanders.
I think of things done today
Things I need to do.
Our children, work,
Fantasy and fiction

I alter between vanilla and kinky thoughts.
My nipples are sore, very sore.
I sway back and forth, feeling the dildo inside.


The door opens and the light turns on.
He walks up behind me
"Oh, good girl, fiona."
"You're going to stay here
until it's bedtime for the kids."

His voice in my ear makes my stomach flip.

He spreads my legs and fucks me with the glass dildo.
In, out.
...
...
In, out.
..
..
In, out.

After I cum, I'm lost in sensation.
I'm still clamped, still bound,
still blindfolded, still HIS.

"Sir, may I ask you one thing?"
"Yes, fiona." he says, but then adds,
"That doesn't mean I'll answer."

"Sir, will you make sure that my nipples
aren't clamped for too long?
I worry about circulation."

"I'll think about it." he replies,
but I know my Sir.  He won't harm me.
I just wanted to make sure he didn't overlook that.

He caresses my body and takes to spanking,
with his hand.
Oh, that smack, that closeness,
I love to be spanked with his hand.
He rubs and grabs too...mmmmmm

He reaches around and grabs the dildo in my mouth.
He removes it...
but not all the way.
Oh, my pussy clenches and I am ..... so turned on.

He pushes the dildo back in, but instead of stopping,
he gags me with it.
He gags me.  I jolt.
My predicament...
I move, my nipples pull,
I gag and my pussy clenches around the dildo inside.

He fucks my mouth,
in and out
..
..
in and out
..
..
in and out,
then again, gags me...
nipples pulling, pussy clenching.
"Good girl."

He stops, leaving the dildo in my mouth.
He reaches down and removes the glass dildo.

Oh, I feel so empty.

He stands back up and kisses my temple again.
It's as if he's comforting me.
He takes the dildo from my mouth and I am truly empty.

But I don't have time to be bereft.
He takes the dildo that had been in my mouth and
shoves it in my pussy.

He fucks me with hard and fast strokes...
He's impatient.
He has one goal.

As soon as I cum, he removes it
stands back up, pulls back on my ponytail and
re-inserts the dildo, pussy juice and all.

Oh, it's such an erotic moment.
He shoves it in deep, then sets my head so
my chin is resting on the shelf.

He re-inserts the glass dildo and
as he fucks me, removes one nipple clamp...
AAAHHHHHHH FIRE!
then the other!

once again...that pain/pleasure combination!

He unzips his shorts and
from his pants pulls out his hard cock.
He rubs it on my naked ass.
I can feel his arousal, making my ass sleek.
"Feel what you do to me, fiona." he says.

He tells me to close my legs and keep the dildo in.

He steps up close behind me.
He reaches his hands around and cups my breasts and
twists and tugs my sensitive nipples and I moan,
they are hyper sensitive.

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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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.....

My Wiring and Orgasm Denial

I know I have read many peoples posts which include orgasm denial as part of their dynamic.  This has never been something that Sir and I have explored or have any desire to explore.  I say that so confidently, but I don't think we've ever discussed it.  It seems amazing to me that after this many years, there are still things we've not discussed. 

I know Sir isn't interested in it, not from conversations about it, but because he knows me.  He knows how I work...and orgasm denial simply wouldn't work for me.  I don't know, maybe I'm broken (hehehe...ya, not broken, just not wired that way).  You see...for me the saying goes...absence makes the heart go wander (not absence makes the heart grow fonder).

Now I know, I wasn't talking about love or my heart, I was talking about orgasms.  But it still applies.  When I'm not very sexual, when I have no orgasms, when lust isn't fanned and hornyness isn't fueled, I simply want less.  I need less.  I desire less.  I grow accustomed to a new norm where less is there and adapt to want, need, fantasize about sex less.

So my question, dear blogland friends, is what's your take.

1.  How are you wired?  Get more, want more   OR   Get less, want more   OR   something else?
2.  Any idea why it is that way for you?
3.  Is your partner wired the same way?