Monday, February 25, 2013

Tipping Point

---- explicit sexual situation; may be disturbing for some readers ----


Sir has tasked me with creating a series of stories/scenarios about sexual situations. Some will be drawn from past events, some will be things i'd like to have happen, and some will be pure fiction, spun from my imagination and best left there. LOL.


I am late coming home today; things at work went pear-shaped this afternoon and I had to stay well past my usual quitting time to work it out. But at last, things are under control, and I pull into the driveway and make my way to the door. I step inside, grateful to be home, and kick my shoes off to pad in my stocking feet to the kitchen. All I want right now is a nice big glass of wine, and then, a long soak in my tub. Bliss.

I turn the corner into the kitchen and before I can blink, I'm slammed into the wall. I don't even have time to scream before a hand clamps over my mouth and a tall body presses me into the wall. I am freaking out, hyperventilating through my nose, bucking and twisting and trying to duck and kicking back with my foot - anything I can do to get away from whoever is holding me. My mind is racing; no one is supposed to be here! How did they even get in? And most importantly - how the hell am I going to get out of this??   

A hand comes around and spans my throat, closing off my air and making me panic. I fight to draw air, but I'm not strong enough, and my struggles fade as I black out.

I have no idea where I am or what time it is when I come to, but I am lying on a soft surface, most likely a bed. I've been blindfolded, though as far as I can tell, I'm not in any pain. But honestly, I'm so wired with adrenaline right now that I don't really know for sure. My hands are bound and stretched above my head; there's very little give when I tug on my bonds. I try to roll over, and that's when I realize my feet are bound, too, my legs held open by ropes or ties around my ankles and pulling toward the corners of the bed. Fuck!! What the hell have I gotten myself into?

Then I hear footsteps coming toward me. Shit!! I am frightened out of my mind, too scared to scream, my mouth too dry to swallow properly. I freeze, listening intently, trying to gauge how far away this person is, and if there's only one of them. Damn, damn, damn! This, I think in my panic, is just like one of those stupid movies, the ones where I always yell at the TV screen for the victim to fight. Now I realize that sometimes, you just can't. And I am nearly paralyzed.

The intruder steps into the room then, and I hear myself panting, great big harsh breaths, as I wait and wait and wait. Finally, the edge of the bed dips down, as the person sits on the edge of the mattress. Only one. Well, so far. And then, something sharp touches my side. With a start, I realize that I have no clothes on! How the hell did I miss that before??

I try to scoot away, but bound as I am, about all I accomplish is a slight wriggle to the side. That isn't going to help me. Then the sharp thing touches me again, and I recognize the tip of a knife. At least, that's what I imagine it to be. It's cold, like metal, and small, but very sharp. I don't think I've been cut at all, just lightly poked, but still - I am not having fun here. The knife - I call it that in  my head, as I can't think of what else it could be - moves down my side, leaving a trail of mild stinging pokes in its wake. It doesn't hurt, exactly, but I can't say as it's my favorite kind of sensation.

The knife then changes direction and moves up over my stomach, and I grow very still as it nears my chest. Oh my God, what the hell is this nutjob going to do to me? All the horror-movie scenarios in my head threaten to send me into a full-blown panic attack, when I realize the knife tip is circling my breasts, slowly, carefully, moving in to prick at my nipple. Again, it doesn't hurt, not really, but in my fear, I am hyper-sensitive, and I gasp aloud. The knife halts, then starts moving again, and the tip moves and pricks the other nipple. I gasp again, as it's a very small, quick, tiny poke, but in such a delicate area, it feels huge.

The knife moves back down over my stomach, but it feels different. I think the person wielding the knife has flipped it over, so that the flat edge of the knife is pressing against my skin. Weirdly, that make me relax. I can't be cut with the flat side. But the knife doesn't stop moving, and as it nears my groin, I start to panic again. Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God ..... And then I can breathe again, as it bypasses my pussy and moves down the inside of my thigh. And then - oh, how cruel!! - the knife gets flipped over, and I feel it cut me, a super-quick, shallow cut, but it's a cut nonetheless, and I flinch, say "Ow!" and try again, futilely, to move away. If this person has cut me once he (I feel sure it's a he) will have no hesitance about cutting me again, and I really really don't want this to continue. 

And then I swear my heart stops in my chest, as he leans over and fastens his mouth over the tiny cut he has made in my leg. I feel his lips moving against my skin, his tongue lapping over the cut, and in an odd, completely mental way, it's soothing. And then there's a sharp quick sting, and another flinch and cry of "Ow!" as he places another cut on my leg, this one a bit higher up, and again, he suckles it, lapping his tongue over it. And I, to my horror and embarrassment, find myself becoming turned on. A third tiny cut, another flinch, but my cry is less an "Ow!" and more of an "Aah." And when he closes his lips over my skin this time, I actually hum in my throat. I must be insane. I must be.

But the fourth time, I actually try to push up into his mouth, and my fate is sealed. His teeth nip at me, and I swallow a tiny moan. He leans over and works on my other leg, starting near my knee and working up, and up, four, no, five tiny slices with the knife, all of them followed by his mouth and lips and tongue. I'm wet, now, really wet, I can feel it. He switches back to the first leg and makes another little cut up high, dangerously close to my pussy, and I tense up, then relax when his tongues swipes over the cut. and then, oh, hallelujah, glorious sweet jesus, his lips fasten over my clit and he suckles me, and I'm bucking up and grinding into his mouth, pulling at my bonds, bruising my wrists and trying to free my ankles so that I can open my legs further. 

His hand slides down my leg and fumbles with the rope on my ankle, and somehow he manages to undo the knot, and my leg is free. I moan out loud and bend my knee, easing the ache in my hip, then open my leg wide, allowing him deeper access to my dripping cunt. I want him to bury his face in my pussy, to tongue-fuck me, to make me cum over his tongue. I plant my foot on the bed and buck up into his mouth, and then as he's eating me, I feel the tip of the knife cut my hip. It's a harsher cut this time, I can tell, but i'm in such a frenzy from his mouth on my pussy that I don't care. The knife pokes the underside of my thigh this time, a sharp sting, and I shudder and scream and cum, my hips rising off the bed as I flood his mouth. 

When i relax, my arms and shoulders are aching fiercely from the strain I put on them by pulling so hard on my bonds. My heart is thundering in my chest, and I am panting harshly. Worse, I have no idea where he has gone ..... 

Then a voice sounds in my ear, and I jump.

"Good girl, Kitten," He says. "You did well."

He removes my blindfold and I blink in the too-bright room. My Sir is leaning over me, the blindfold in His hand. Glancing down, I can see faint red trails on my torso, and by lifting my free leg, I can see four or five small red lines marred by a few little drops of blood. Now that I am coming off my high, I can feel all those little cuts as they begin to throb and sting and smart. When I meet Sir's eyes, He looks pleased, and I say, "Thank you, Sir. Thank you."








 






Thursday, February 21, 2013

A New Toy, Part 2

--- explicit sexual situations ---

Sir has tasked me with creating a series of stories/scenarios about sexual situations. Some will be drawn from past events, some will be things i'd like to have happen, and some will be pure fiction, spun from my imagination and best left there. LOL.


Sir allows me to rest for a while, to catch my breath and recover from the flogging He has given me. The stinging and burning have mostly faded by this point, with only a few residual twinges when i shift in just the right way. i have a couple of small marks, nothing bad at all. After making sure that i am all right, Sir has left me alone in the bedroom, with instructions to remain on the bed - other than a trip to the bathroom. i have used the facilities and checked my backside in the mirror, which is how i know i have just a couple small marks. 

i curl up on my side, feeling the stretch of my muscles and a twinge of discomfort where the flogger has left a tiny bruise. i reach back and rub the mark with my hand, testing how tender the bruise is and soothing away the ache. 

Sir steps back into the room then, and i roll over and push myself up on my arm to more clearly see Him. He has brought a candle and matches with Him, which He sets on the bedside table. He then goes to the closet and gets the cane. Oh, my. It seems our session is not yet concluded. I admit that the cane makes me nervous, still. But what Sir wishes, Sir gets.

Sir lights the candle and places the spent match on the table. The flame flickers a bit, then settles, and begins the task of melting the wax. Sir tells me to lie on my stomach again, with a pillow under my pelvis this time, and i tug my pillow from the head of the bed into place under my tummy. Sir then instructs me to stretch my hands up over my head, and He binds my wrists to the headboard. i squirm a little when He has finished, testing the binding and also shifting so that my back is more comfortable. i will not be able to relax if my back hurts.

Once i'm settled, and quietly waiting, Sir steps to the side of the bed again. His hand strokes down my back and over my ass, smoothing over the tender places and working to relax me. i can feel that i am tense - i really am not a fan of the cane - and Sir spends time just stroking me, letting me feel His gentleness, so that i am comfortable. Slowly, the tension eases from my muscles, and i lie pliant and malleable under His hands. 

Then Sir steps away, and i tense right up again in anticipation. But He surprises me - instead of the cane striking me, i feel a hot splash of melted wax. i jump, of course, as it stings when it hits my skin, but i like it, and Sir knows that. He dribbles wax across my back, down into the crack of my ass, over each cheek, and even a little bit across my thighs. Each separate splash pulls a gasp from me, a jump or a twitch from my body, and occasionally i moan, too, as i can feel myself growing wet because of it. And then the inevitable happens ... the wax is gone, and Sir sets the candle back on the bedside table.

The first "pop" of the cane across my ass is more a surprise than discomfort. The little spots from the candle wax are hotter than the cane blow, to be honest. Sir lands another pop, and this one is slightly heavier than the first; it still doesn't hurt, but the thud when it hits me is more pronounced. Then Sir rains down a series of light -but -definitely -there blows, each one striking me in quick succession, each one leaving a sting which does not have time to fade before the next one lands. He varies the landing spot, of course, to avoid hurting me, but all that means to me is, my whole ass receives the cane and it all begins to throb. i jump with each strike, and moan or gasp or hiss every time. Each blow is a separate, definite sting, and since Sir is increasing the intensity of each strike, the amount of sting is increasing, too. And with no down-time in between, its effect is cumulative, and the later blows seem to hurt a hell of a lot more than the preceding ones.

i lose count of how many time the cane has struck me; all i know it, it hurts every time, and it's hurting more intensely every time. At last, i've had enough, and with the next blow my voice breaks, and instead of a gasp or moan, i let out a sob. Tears fill my eyes and i wriggle on the pillow, trying in vain to find a way to avoid being hit again. My cry must be a sign, because Sir speaks for the first time.

"Count for Me, Kitten," He says. And with the next blow, i sob again, and say, "One, Sir."

Another smack. Another sob. "Two, Sir."

And again. "Three, Sir."

The next one lands on the back of my thigh. That hurts like a bitch. i not only sob aloud, i also verbalize it as "Ow!! Four, Sir."

And another smack, this one the hardest yet. i jump, and shriek, and try in vain to twist away. My voice breaks when i speak. "Fi- five, Sir." i can hear the tears in my voice, and i sniffle because my nose is starting to run. My forehead is pressed against the bed, and my thoughts have turned from participation to just trying to survive this. It hurts so damn bad at this point, i just lie there and hope to God it's almost over.

Another blow, another shriek, and i can barely speak the words - "Six, sir."

And just like that, it's done. Sir drops the cane to the floor - i can hear it thud against the carpet. My ass feels like it's on fire, it's one big burning aching painful place, and there's no way i'm moving. i lie there and cry, my tears dripping onto the sheet and clogging my nose. Sir lays His hand on my ass, and i flinch violently, letting out a long, drawn out "Owwwww."  It's throbbing and so, so sore, and i don't want it touched. Still, Sir persists, and bound as i am, i can't stop Him. i swear i feel welts welling up under His fingers, but strangely, within a minute or so the weight and gentle strokes of His hand stop hurting, and start soothing the abused flesh.

"So pretty, my cherry-red ass," He says. "You did well, Kitten."

Tears are still leaking from my eyes, but not as quickly as before, and i sniffle again and try to pull myself together. Sir continues to stroke me, and tell me He's pleased, and it isn't too long before i feel better, and am able to make sense of His words. i'm very happy to have pleased Him, but my ass is still pretty sore, and i know without looking that i have stripes which will last for a while. i feel the bed dip as Sir finally sits next to me, and His hand is still gently rubbing away the sting and ache and pain his cane has caused.

Sir grasps the pillow and tugs, and i roll my hips to the side so that He can pull it out from beneath me. That causes me to gasp aloud, as it bumps the tender skin, but it lasts only a few moments. i assume that Sir will untie my hands now, but He surprises me again by ordering me up onto my knees. It's a bit of an awkward struggle, to be honest, but eventually i manage to get my knees bent under me, and with my forehead once again pressed to the mattress, i'm fairly stable as i kneel in place.

Sir moves behind me and starts to play with His pussy, pressing His fingers inside me and pumping, then pulling them out to rub over my clit. My ass still burns, but He is quite effectively distracting me with His attentions. i love the attention, frankly, and i'm rather turned on by His play. My gasps and cries now are of a much different quality than before, and i'm rocking back against His fingers in an effort to take more, to feel more, to have more.

Sir moves to kneel behind me, and i open my knees farther, to allow Him better access. His cock probes and pushes and then slides inside me. God! That feels so, so damn good. i moan in appreciation and squeeze my muscles around His cock. He fucks His pussy, then, and i'm rocking with Him and gasping and moaning and so, so wet and sloppy. He pulls out, which i find to be very cruel, and shoves His fingers back inside me, coating them thoroughly with my juices, then wriggling one slicked finger into my asshole. i hiss at the intrusion, and work to relax and accept His finger. It stretches, and burns, though in a different way than my ass cheeks are burning. He rotates His finger, loosening me up, and works a second finger inside. Damn, that smarts. Again, i try to relax and go with it, and eventually my muscles ease up, and His fingers can slide pretty freely. 

He lines up His cock and presses inside, slowly, carefully, but steadily, and i bend my back lower to try and help. His hand presses me into the mattress, and He shifts a bit, changing the angle, and then finally, He is all the way in. And then Sir fucks His ass, owns His property, and when He presses forward, He rubs against my sore ass, pulling small gasps of discomfort from me with each forward thrust. My knees are sliding across the sheets, my elbows doing the same, and my wrists are almost numb from being bound for so long. But His cock is pounding into my ass, and it's feeling pretty good, and i'm able to ignore the little twinges and focus on what His cock is doing.

Sir bends over my back, bracing Himself on one hand, and the other comes around my hip and begins to rub my clit. Holy hell, that's intense, and i let out a long moan. Sir pants harshly in my ear, and i can tell from His voice that He is getting close. 

"Who owns you? Who do you belong to?" He demands, and my voice is breathless and shaky when i reply, "You do, Sir. i belong only to You."

"Are you My slut?" He says, and i moan again, and whimper, and say that yes, of course i am.

"And what does My slut do?" He asks. This time i give a choked cry, and i have to swallow twice before i can answer Him.

"She does whatever You tell her to, Sir."

"That's right, she does. And you'll do whatever I say, won't you, Kitten?" 

i say yes, though it's more of a shriek, because goddamn it, i'm so very close to cumming right now, and Sir's cock in my ass is pounding away and leaving me breathless. i'm going to break right apart, i know it, and through the haze in my mind i hear Sir command me to cum. i surrender to the climax that's been threatening to consume me, my muscles locking up, a scream torn from my throat, and Sir is right there with me, His voice a hoarse cry as He spills Himself into my ass, still pumping through His own orgasm. 

Eventually, He stills, then pulls out, and i slump over onto my side, my hands still bound and over my head. My whole body is shaking - not just trembling, but visibly shaking - and i can't seem to catch my breath. Sir comes and unties my hands, but i can't do anything more than pull my arms in front of me and curl into a ball. i don't even move to clean Sir's cock, as i am supposed to do. i just can't seem to move at all. 

Sir flops down on the bed beside me, His own breathing still harsh and erratic. After a couple of minutes, i do shimmy myself around and manage to pull His cock into my mouth, sucking Him clean and using my tongue to capture the little dribbles of cum that have leaked from the tip and run down His cock. And then i curl right back up into my ball again, and close my eyes. Sir reaches across to stroke my head, and all He says is, "Good girl," but it is enough.

 
  










Wednesday, February 20, 2013

Safe and Sane - More Thoughts

--- frank sexual discussion ---


And another thing that's been bothering me somewhat - i've been writing lately about using implements like canes and floggers in sexual situations. And while i'm open to the idea - and in fact, i personally want to experience it - i am having doubts about it.

i've been researching it online, and 99% of what i've seen and read is labeled "severe caning" or "brutal whipping," and the receiver in these videos ends up battered and more than bruised, but with horrible huge welts and even, in several instances, open wounds. Ugh. That's not what i'm in this for. 

i thought the guiding principle in bdsm was "safe, sane, consensual." i do not see where this kind of beating is safe or sane.

It scares me, to be very frank. i'm not in this to be beaten, or scarred, or humiliated, or tortured. My craving and need for structure and discipline is not carte blanche to beat the living daylights out of me. Placing myself fully in the hands of another, to be used and owned and treated at His whim, requires a huge act of trust. i cannot trust if i am in fear. i cannot fully surrender if i have to be on guard, protecting myself from actual harm.

And while i do not believe that my Sir wold ever actually beat me to such an extent, there is that survival instinct that tells me i'm crazy to even consider it. Why would i subject myself to even the possibility? What would i possibly gain from it? And what happens if the line does get crossed? How do i get away safely and potect myself from future occurrences? 

Now, i trust Sir. i do. But i'll admit, even so, i'll be very closely monitoring the situation.   

 

Monday, February 18, 2013

A Time-out for a Thought or Two

--- frank sexual discussion ---


So sometimes, i need a break ..... or not even a break but some reassurance. Some quality time, some attention and affection. Just sometimes, you know?

i am doing my best to acclimate to a more-than-part-time submissive lifestyle, and at times it overwhelms me. Like, when do i get to have my own thoughts and opinions? At what point do i have a say in what i do or don't do? And how intense is this, anyway? Does it last 24/7/365, or is there down time in between sessions?

Sir tries to help me figure it out, He really does ... but a long-distance relationship isn't easy in the best of circumstances, and some of this is still so new, i just don't see my path clearly at times, and i flounder and screw up in my uncertainty. Sometimes, dammit, i want my hand held. Sometimes i want to be feisty and outspoken. Sometimes i want more equal footing. But just sometimes.

Usually i crave the structure and discipline and routine of submission, and most of the time, it calms the raw edges and smooths over my jangled nerves. It's just finding the balance, the place where i can be Sir's sub and yet still be myself, still feel like i'm living to my truest self. And i realize it's a process. i do. i just didn't realize how much of my will would have to be bent and subdued and made quiet. It's tough, sometimes. But i cling to the promise that in the end, when i've finally married the need to be uniquely myself with the need to be dominated, when both sides of me are living in harmony, it will be worth the struggle. 

Saturday, February 16, 2013

A New Toy for His Kitten

--- explicit sexual situations ---


Sir has tasked me with creating a series of stories/scenarios about sexual situations. Some will be drawn from past events, some will be things i'd like to have happen, and some will be pure fiction, spun from my imagination and best left there. LOL.



Sir sends me a message at work - i am to go straight home, as He has something to show me. Well. i can't imagine what it might be. So as soon as my shift ends, i head for home. i arrive before He does, so i change into my comfy white wife-beater and panties, and curl up on the couch with a book while i wait.

i hear the front door open, so i leave the couch and cross the room, then kneel in Position 1 (hands resting palms-up on my knees, my head bowed), waiting for Sir to come into the living room. He comes in and stops in front of me - i can see His feet.  He rests a hand on the top of my bowed head.

"Hello, Kitten," He greets me.

 "Hello, Sir," i reply.

"Look what I have for you," He says, and i lift my head to see Him holding a flogger in His free hand. Wordlessly, He holds it out to me, and i accept it, cradling it in my hands and bringing it close so i can inspect it. It is quite lovely to look at - the tails are of buttery-soft red and black suede and feel almost like velvet as i trail them over my fingers. The handle has a nice weight to it, well-balanced, and is of braided red and black leather. Overall, it's really beautiful, and i'm very touched by Sir's generous gift. And i tell Him so.

"This is exquisite, Sir," i tell Him.  "Would you indulge Your sub by using this on her, please?"

"Of course, Kitten," He says. He reaches out a hand, and i give the flogger back to Him. He is my Sir, my Master, my Owner, and He is going to make sure that i know it. And honestly, i can't wait. i am nervous, but in an anticipatory way; i want this. He tells me to precede Him to the bedroom and, once there, to strip and lie on the bed, face down. i follow His instructions, shucking off my clothing and getting settled on the bed, my face turned to the side, my arms slightly bent so that my hands are roughly even with my head. i am a little tense - nerves, and waiting will do that to a person.

Sir steps into the room and comes to the side of the bed, standing to that i can see Him. He reaches down and softly brushes a lock of hair from my eyes, tucking it behind my ear.

"Are you ready, Kitten? He asks, and i tell him that i am. But He doesn't strike me immediately; instead His hand strokes my back, running down my spine with a gentle, soothing touch. He repeats the motion several times, and i feel myself relaxing under His touch. Only when i am relaxed, my breathing slow and steady, does the flogger come into play. And even then, He merely brushes it down my back, along my sides, across my bottom and legs, long, sensual, trailing strokes which feel soft and caressing. i am starting to melt into the bed, my eyes closed, when i feel a soft "pop" land on my backside. It feels as though He has done nothing more than lift the tails a couple of inches and let them fall - there's no pain, no sting, no heat in the contact. This gentle, easy pop is repeated many times, moving to cover every inch of my ass and across the backs of my thighs. A couple land on my calves, but only a couple.

 When Sir is ready, He uses the flogger a bit more aggressively, letting it land a bit more sharply. It still doesn't hurt me, just barely stings a bit, and in truth, i'm rather enjoying the attention. You see, in addition to the gentle lashes of the flogger, Sir's free hand is stroking my back, smoothing over my ass in between pops, soothing any sting and really keeping me calm and collected. Sir mixes it up, now; He trails the soft velvety tails over the soles of my feet, then intersperses gentle caresses with heavier smacks. Each thud of the flogger is followed by a gentle touch, a soothing stroke, and i find that, instead of tensing and awaiting each blow, i am relaxed and accepting and almost glad for each time the flogger hits me. Gradually, over the course of at least a half hour, Sir increases the intensity of His blows, but always there is His gentle touch to keep me calm and reassure me.

Finally, He begins to utilize the heavier blows, the ones that sting sharply and make me gasp and whimper and twist and cry out. He lands about a dozen of these in quick succession, moving the flogger to cover my entire ass and the tops of my thighs. When He has finished, delivering one last mighty POP, i feel the heat of the abused flesh, the lingering stings of each lash, the tender throbbing of the marks He has gifted me with. And even though it's a bit painful, Sir has been very careful not to break the skin; i feel cared for and protected. And when His hand touches me, smoothing over my tender ass and soothing it, i smile and hum in appreciation, stretching my muscles and curling into His touch.

"Did you enjoy that, Kitten?" He asks me.

"Very much, Sir; thank you for Your gift," i tell Him.

"You did very well; I am pleased," He says, and His comment warms my heart, and a grin breaks out on my face.

"Now roll over," He says, and i roll to my back, hissing a bit when my sore ass presses into the mattress. "Bend your knees, and open your legs," Sir says, and when i do, i find the pressure has eased, and it doesn't hurt to lie in that position. i can relax, now, and Sir tells me to close my eyes. i feel my heart speeding up, and my breathing has increased while i wait.

And then i feel it - the tails of the flogger caress my breasts, trail down my chest and stomach, over my thighs and then Sir does something i don't expect - He drags the tails between my legs, up across His pussy, caressing my clit in a tantalising way. God, that feels good. i mean, sensually good. The flogger repeats its journey, dragging across my nipples and causing them to stiffen and peak, then down over my skin, and i shudder. Fuck, that feels good. i'm getting turned on, to be blunt. i can feel myself growing wet as Sir plies the flogger over my body.

Sir draws the flogger between my legs again, and this time my hips rise as the tails drag over Sir's property. It's not the same as being fingered, of course, but it's delicious in its own way, and i shiver and whine when the tails pull away.

"Oh, you like that, don't you?" Sir teases me, and i open my eyes to meet His gaze as i gasp out my assent. Sir then flicks His wrist, and the tails of the flogger land on my inner thigh with a soft "pop", before He drags it between my legs again. He does this again, and again, varying the intensity of the blows - though none are very hard at all -  until i lose count, and i am nearly lost in the sexual response of my body. My heart is beating faster, my juices are flowing freely, and damn it, i would really like to cum about now. My hips rise of their own accord with each pass of the flogger, and even the tiny little stings Sir lands on my thighs just excite me now. God, i want to cum! And i take the risk of asking Sir to please, please, let His sub cum.

i should know better, i really should. Sir's smile turns positively wicked, as He tells me that He owns me, so He owns my orgasms, too, and He won't allow me to climax right now. Instead, He continues to play with me, using the flogger to stimulate His pussy, and i am well aware that the tails of the flogger have picked up some of my juices and are wet, now. My need to climax is so great that i am writhing on the bed, biting my lip, moaning and whining, and when it becomes too much, i make a last, desperate plea to Sir to allow His slut to cum. Sir likes my use of the word "slut," i know. 

"Are you My slut?" He demands, and i choke out a gasping "Yes, Sir, i am Yours."

"You ARE Mine, all of you, everything," He tells me, and i am so far gone that i can barely hear Him. But i certainly feel it when His fingers breach His pussy, sliding in deep and becoming instantly coated in my juices. "God, you're soaking," He breathes, and then, in a deep commanding voice, He tells me to cum for Him, NOW.

i would never tell Him this, but i was skating on the knife's edge for too long, and i would have lost the battle and cum without His permission in the next few heartbeats anyway...... but since He commanded me, i could only obey. i let go of my tenuous control and my orgasm hits me hard - the hardest i'd felt in quite a while, to be honest. My body tenses up, my back bowing up off the bed, my muscles locking as i scream out my climax. Sir's fingers are still inside me, and i clamp down on them so hard He can't pull them free without hurting me. It seems to take forever, but finally, finally, the wave passes, and i drop back to the bed, panting harshly, my heart pounding almost painfully in my chest, my throat dry and scratchy from the great gasping breaths i'm taking. i'd always thought the phrase " her chest was heaving" to be an exaggeration, but damn, it really was happening to me.

When i can think again, i open my eyes to find Sir watching me. i'm still panting, but i'm just about under control again. Sir offers me His wet fingers - i have no idea when He removed them, but i pull them into my mouth and clean them off for Him. Sir picks up the flogger again, and trails it over my body. i tip my head back and close my eyes, and i smile. i know i'll be on the receiving end of this particular toy again.  

 










 

Monday, February 11, 2013

Long-distance Calling

--- explicit sexual content ---

Sir has tasked me with creating a series of stories/scenarios about sexual situations. Some will be drawn from past events, some will be things i'd like to have happen, and some will be pure fiction, spun from my imagination and best left there. LOL.



Sir is away on a business trip, and He's been gone for several days already.  i miss Him, a lot; having the bed to myself was a novelty for the first couple of nights, but that's small comfort when i roll over and encounter an empty, cold area in the middle of the night.

But on this early evening, Sir has told me to be near my computer, as He will contact me via a webcam/chat program. i stick close to my laptop, and when i finally hear the tones signaling an incoming call, i hurry to accept the call. Sir's welcome face appears on the screen, and i can't help the smile that breaks out on my face when i see Him.

"Hello, Kitten," He says.

"Hello, Sir," i reply. 

"How's My pussy this evening?" He says.

"It misses you," i tell Him.

"Show me," He says, and i set the laptop on the end of the couch and shimmy out of my clothes, dropping them carelessly on the floor as i peel them off. i scoot toward the end of the couch, one foot wedged against the back of the couch, the other on the floor, my legs open and facing the camera built into the laptop's screen. i tilt the screen down a little bit, making sure Sir can see His property and especially His tattoo.

"So pretty," He says, and i lie down and wriggle my shoulders to get comfortable. This kind of compliment still doesn't sit comfortably with me, but i do like to hear Sir's appreciation. He tells me to finger His pussy, and He watches while my fingers move and dip and glide, and i begin to rock my hips against my hand, and little whining noises escape my throat. My own touch feels good, though not like Sir's at all, and i'm getting close to the edge. Sir insists that i tell Him when i'm close, so i gasp out my question - "May i cum, Sir? Please?"

"Hands off my pussy," He commands, and i pull my fingers away, gasping and wriggling with my need to climax. "Take Me to bed," He says, and i pull myself off the couch, pick up the laptop, and make my way to the bedroom. i set the laptop on the mattress and clamber onto the bed, then wait to see what Sir will have me do now.

"It's been long enough, I think My cane needs a new coating,"He tells me, and i slip back off the bed and retrieve the cane from the closet. i return to the bed and arrange the camera, then kneel on the bed and slip my hand back between my legs. i coat my fingers with the juices produced by Sir's pussy and rub the cane with them. i repeat the process several times, until the entire length of the cane has been treated. At last Sir tells me that i've been thorough enough, and i carefully lean the cane against the bedside table. My fingers are still wet and slightly sticky, and Sir asks me how His pussy tastes, so i test my digits, tasting my own juices and licking my fingers clean.

"It's sweet, Sir," i tell Him.

"Very good, Kitten," He says. "Now - would you like to cum for Me?"

"Yes, Sir," i reply. He directs me to lie down so that He can watch, and i start playing again, rubbing the clit, dipping my fingers inside Sir's pussy, coating my digits and feeling how wet i am. i can hear the sloppy-wet sounds as i work my fingers in and out, and Sir makes an appreciative sound from his side of the screen. My heart is beating faster, and my breath is coming in shallow pants as i near orgasm, and Sir again directs me to tell Him when i'm getting close.

When i gasp out that yes, yes, i'm close, i wanna cum, Sir tells me i'm not allowed yet. i bite my lip and squirm with the effort of holding off, and then Sir speaks to me.

"Who owns you, Kitten?" He demands.

"You do, Sir! Only You," i tell Him.

"And who am I?" He wants to know.

"You are my Sir, and i am Your slut," i manage to say, then i have to succumb to the cry that's been trying to escape. i'm writhing on the bed at this point, and the need to cum is so big, it almost hurts.

"Yes, I own you, don't I, Kitten?" He says, "Mind, body and soul, in all ways," and then - "Listen to me, Kitten - are you listening?"

"Yes, Sir," i gasp out, and i'm straining my ears to hear His voice above the pounding of my heart and the gasping of my breath.

"Then cum for Me, NOW," He commands, and with a sharp cry and a wail, i comply. My orgasm rips through me - a product of having been denied for so long, i think - and my entire body bows up and tenses as i ride the wave. i collapse back on the bed, panting harshly, my body trembling in the aftermath. After i can move aagin, i scoot around on the bed so that i can see Sir's face in the laptop screen.

"How do you feel?" He asks, and i grin and say, "Really good, Sir; thank You, Sir."

The rest of Sir's trip will pass quickly, i hope, and we'll be able to reconnect in person next time. i look forward to that time.
 
 








 


Thursday, February 7, 2013

Workday Wishes

---- explicit sexual situations ----

Sir has tasked me with creating a series of stories/scenarios about sexual situations. Some will be drawn from past events, some will be things i'd like to have happen, and some will be pure fiction, spun from my imagination and best left there. LOL.



i hear the front door open, then close. i can imagine Sir standing there, wondering where i am, why i have not come to the door to greet Him as i generally do. Instead, i am waiting in the bedroom, kneeling in Position 1.

i hear Sir moving down the hall, and i bow my head and try to steady my breathing. My heart rate has quickened, and it's just a few moments until Sir reaches the bedroom.

Sir enters the room and stops before me. i keep my eyes downcast, but my body is tense, as i wait for what He will say. i feel His finger on my chin, pushing my head up, and i meet His eyes.

"Hello, Kitten," He says.  "What's all this?"

Instead of answering, i merely smile, and reach for His belt. He allows me to slip it open, and to slide down the zipper of His pants. i work my hand into the opening of His fly, and stroke His cock through His boxers. i can feel it starting to swell, just a bit, and He shifts His feet a bit further apart. i undo the button of His pants, allowing the fly to fall open, and pull His pants down, followed by His boxers. i engulf His cock in my mouth, inhaling the musky scent of His skin and tasting Him as He rolls over my tongue. 

Sir releases a sigh - i think it's the good kind - and rests a hand on the top of my head. i have to sit up tall on my knees to get a good angle, and His cock is rapidly hardening, threatening to choke me as i work Him in and out of my mouth. i brace one hand against His thigh and use my other hand to trace the inside of His leg, then cup His balls in my palm, lightly squeezing them. He groans, then, and grabs the back of my head, forcing His cock to the back of my throat and making me gag violently. He releases me then, and i wrap my hand around the base of His cock, pumping Him while i suck Him.

Sir allows me to suck Him for several minutes, until my jaw aches and locks up, and just about the time i'm wondering if i'll embarrass myself by not being able to continue, He suddenly pulls my head away, forcing me to spit His cock out of my mouth.

"Position 4," He all-but-growls at me, and i spin on sore knees so that my back is to Him, and lean down, resting my neck and upper body on the floor, reaching behind myself with both hands to grasp my ass cheeks and spread them, so that Sir can view His property. My heart is racing, and i can't see what Sir is doing or where He is, and i can do nothing but wait.

After what seems like a long time - but must be in reality, only a few minutes - Sir tells me to kneel on the edge of the bed. i climb to my feet, slowly, as my knees are still protesting, and get into position, lowering my head to rest on my crossed arms. Sir comes to the bed and leans over me, His breath warm on my back. His hand touches my inner leg and i jump at the contact, out of surprise. He strokes my skin and then reaches for His pussy, sliding His fingers over His property and testing how wet it is. It doesn't take long - it never takes long - until i feel desire curling through me, and i know i'm wet and nearly dripping. My breath is coming in light gasps and short pants, and i rock my hips back against His fingers.

Sir obliges me by pushing two fingers inside me, and i moan and push back, working those digits in as deep as possible. He begins to finger-fuck me, pumping me, and i rock in rhythm with His thrusts and feel my body opening, relaxing, accepting, welcoming and then, greedily, demanding. i want more, need more, and i push up on my arms, so i'm now on hands and knees, my head still lowered.

Sir pulls His fingers free, which disappoints me, and i murmur "No, no," in protest, and Sir smacks my ass in retaliation. i heed the warning, and fall silent. Then i feel His cock nudging its way inside, and i spread my knees open to try and help speed the process along. Sir teases me by taking forever, and then finally, finally, He shoves His way inside, and i moan again and push back. God, i love the feeling of Sir's cock buried inside me. His hand presses the center of my upper back, and i lower myself back down to the mattress. 

He starts to fuck me in earnest now, His cock slipping free and then slamming back inside, over and over, and my body rocks forward with every thrust. i alternate between moaning and making short little cries, and my heart is pounding in my chest. My arms and knees slide against the bed with each forward thrust, and i may end up with "rug burns", but i don't care, i don't care, i want this, need this, love this, want even more of this.

i can feel the tension building, the growing need, the climb toward climax, and all too soon i'm hovering on the edge, and it's not going to be long now. My breathing is ragged, great gulps of air in between those moans and cries, and then Sir tells me to cum, at the same time as He reaches between my legs and rubs His fingers over my clit. And i obey, my body seizing in climax, my voice a wail while my muscles lock and that wave crests and breaks and carries me away. Sir gives a loud groan and spills Himself inside me, the hot splash of His cum painting my inner walls and dripping out to run down my legs. 

When He pulls out, i collapse to the bed, panting. He lies down beside me, rolling to His back, and i struggle  to my hands and knees once more, turning to position myself at His hip. i lean down and engulf His cock in my mouth, suckling Him to capture His cum, licking Him to catch it all. When i'm sure it's all been cleaned up, i fall back to the bed, still panting slightly. He turns His head to the side, and i meet His eyes.

"Welcome home, Sir," i say, and smile.

 





Saturday, February 2, 2013

Morning has Broken

--- explicit sexual situations ---

Sir has tasked me with creating a series of stories/scenarios about sexual situations. Some will be drawn from past events, some will be things i'd like to have happen, and some will be pure fiction, spun from my imagination and best left there. LOL.



i wake early, blinking in the pale light of just-past-dawn. i slip quietly out of bed, padding in bare feet to the bathroom, where i take care of my needs and brush my teeth. i peek out the window to find a fresh layer of new snow coating the ground. Everything appears fresh and clean, and so quiet. 

And cold. Damn. i shiver, and head back to bed, to the warmth i left behind.

i slip back under the covers, nestling into Sir's side and soaking up the heat His body gives off. He shifts in His sleep, but doesn't wake, and i close my eyes and rest there, drowsing for a while. But i know i'll have to get up soon, and i don't want to waste this early-morning opportunity.

i roll over, so that i'm facing Sir, and i reach between His legs and cover His cock with my hand. i rub my palm over Him, coaxing Him to life, pumping His slowly hardening cock. Mmmm. i enjoy the way it feels in my hand, how it twitches and grows and becomes heavy and full, and i wrap my fingers around Him and stroke Him in earnest.

Sir stirs into wakefulness, and His legs part further, giving me more access, and i take advantage of it, working His cock in my fingers until He is stiff and hard and oh, so heavy. He bucks up into my fist, giving a quiet groan, and i bow my head to touch His upper arm as i keep stroking Him. 

When He speaks, His voice is hoarse, but clear nonetheless, and He orders me to suck Him. i reluctantly pull my hand away from His cock and pull back the sheets, pushing myself to my hands and knees, and moving down the bed to His knees. i lean over and pull His cock into my mouth, tonguing it, sucking it, bracing myself on one hand and wrapping the other around the base, so i can stroke Him while i suck. His cock is swollen and full, and too much for me to take, and when He thrusts up into my throat, i gag and choke and gag again.

Sir's fingers tangle in my hair, pressing me to take more, and i admit that i fight it, as i really don't enjoy the gagging. i turn my head a little, so that He thrusts into the side of my cheek, and that's much better. Apparently, however, it isn't quite enough, and Sir pulls me away by tugging on my hair.

He tells me to get the cane, and i go retrieve it from the closet. When i get back to the bed, He takes the cane and thanks me, then tells me to turn around and assume Position 3. With my back to the bed, i plant my feet shoulder-width apart and clasp my hands behind my back, my eyes focusing on a spot on the wall. i can hear the "swish" of displaced air as Sir snaps His wrist and flexes the cane, and i can't help tensing a bit as i wait for the first blow to fall.

It seems i wait a long time, but in reality it's barely a minute before the first "crack!" announces the union of the cane with my tender ass. Ouch!! i rock up on my tips-toes and hiss at the blossom of pain now throbbing in my left buttock. Sir repeats the blow on my other cheek, so now i have twin welts, and twice the hot, throbbing soreness. Damn. Sir is careful not to break the skin, and He's never truly injured me, but honestly, this fucking hurts, and i'm not in love with His choice this morning.

Still, it IS His choice, and He administers two more stinging blows, then tell me to put the cane away. When i walk, the welts pull and ache, and i wince every couple steps. He calls me back to the bed, where He is lying on His back, and tells me to suck Him again. When i kneel and bend over, i can feel the heat of the stinging welts on my ass. As i pull Him into my mouth, His fingers trace the welts, and oddly, it seems to soothe the pain somewhat. 

i set to work sucking Him, and He reaches between my legs to play with His pussy. His fingers press inside me and pump, and i feel myself growing wetter and coating His fingers. i'm gasping around His cock as His fingers continue to play, rubbing the clit, plunging deep inside and pulling out, and i rock my hips and ride His fingers. The throbbing heat in my ass has faded to a moderate burn, but i barely notice it due to the havoc His fingers are causing. God, i'm gonna cum, and i hover on the edge of orgasm, feeling the need to climax build and build to near-painful levels. 

Finally Sir tenses, then gives a loud groan, and His cum fills my mouth. i swallow several times before He finishes, and in the next moment i'm taken by my own orgasm, and my body bows and locks up and my mouth pulls away from His cock as i cry out and shudder and rock on His fingers. My heart is hammering in my chest, and i'm panting harshly as my body relaxes and my head falls forward. When the intense wave passes, i open my eyes - i can't remember when i closed them, actually -  and immediately clean Sir's cock with my tongue, lapping up the cum that has dripped down His cock. Sir pulls His fingers free, and i whine in protest, as i always do. He offers me His digits, and i suckle them, too, cleaning them for Him.

When i finish, He allows me to lie down and nestle into His side, where i relax with my eyes shut, listening to His breathing and soaking up the warmth of His body. i'll have to get up soon, i know, but right now, for this moment, i am where i need and want to be, and i will stay here as long as possible.