This morning Master gave me a rope harness, top and bottom, then whipped, caned and paddled me thoroughly before and after fucking me. He also asked (forced, really) me to describe exactly what I wanted done to me. He picked out the parts of my description that most interested him and did those things.
I told him I wasn't that happy with telling him what I wanted done and then him doing it. It makes me uncomfortable, it kinda ruins the mood, actually. He said "Did you ever think that might be why I do it?"
"Yes, I did think that, Master. I still don't like it."
But by the time my ass was striped and bruised I had forgotten all about the "mood" and was lost in the pleasures and pains, which was his intention.
He left the rope harness on while I made waffles. It was covered by my robe, a comfortable and confining harness, a bit sexy too, the way it rubbed in just the right places.
It was almost 1:30. I hadn't used the bathroom since we first woke up, before the rope went on, and I was getting desperate. I had drunk three cups of coffee. Perhaps desperate was an understatement, but I didn't think I could go pee without getting the rope messy, since it was pretty tight.
I finally asked him if he would take the ropes off so I could use the bathroom, and he said he could. He also asked me if I thought I would piss all over if he made me orgasm right then. Getting nervous at THAT thought, I said I probably would, especially if he put his fingers just "there" and "there".
In our room, he took the ropes off and allowed me to dash for the bathroom. He followed me inside, which is not unusual. Just as I sat down and let loose he told me "Come!" and somehow I did, peeing, sitting on the toilet, orgasming all at the same time, for a really long time, humiliated beyond words.
Then he told me "You will be blogging this". Oh God. Yes, Master, I will.
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