Thinking Slut Thoughts

Kneeling on the edge of the bed, my head resting on the sheets where he positioned me, I pulled my robe up and my pj bottoms down.  The whistling of his leather strap coming down on my butt, and how it stung and made me dripping wet.  How I feared to have it hit my sensitive nether bits, and how I yelped when it did.  

Memories of the weekend kept popping into my head all day yesterday. I kept thinking back to the things we did, and missing him.

Another time he attached all the magnets (six, I think) to my cunt lips and then fucked me.  It felt extremely good with just a little twinge of pain until he had me using the hitachi when I was riding him.  I got close to coming and suddenly the magnets were pinching unbearably, the pain was too much to be the good kind and I couldn't orgasm when he ordered me to come.  Instead I was ouching and frantically trying to remove the pile of magnets (not so easy to do one handed) and he allowed me to do that.   But in my memory that pain becomes even more eroticised than everything else- those painful pinchy magnets- I think of them and want to be fucked while wearing them again.  

I fantasized so much, that I asked him if I could have an extra orgasm, and he said "Have three today, I'm in a good mood". 

 I was very thankful, and I did give myself three of them.   

Slutty McSlut Slut indeed.   I can't wait until he gets back!