Really, really fucking horny

Well, not today, not anymore.  But yesterday I was getting pretty desperate.  I mean, days (DAYS!) had passed with no sex (I know, I know, I'm incredibly greedy).   For two nights he'd given me a short and not very hard "good girl" caning as a reward for doing all my tasks.  The canings left me turned on, but not at all fucked, you know?

Last night I silently asked for it, with the begging eyes, and he said possibly, yes, but he looked tired and out of sorts to me.   Then when he yelled at me about standing in his way I figured it was all over.  I immediately went upstairs and got into a kneeling position on the floor, trying to breath and meditate and remain open to possibilities, and to eliminate expectations.  Reminding myself of my little mantra that I am here for his desires, not the other way around. 

He came in, and told me to get into bed.  He can read my every expression.  He told me exactly what I was thinking.  You know those mind reading Masters that are supposed to be fantasy?  Yeah, like that.

He threw the covers back and asked in his hard voice "So, how have you disappointed me today. slave?"  I nearly cried at the words and tone, but instead held myself together, and said that I'd stood in his way when he was trying to turn off the game.   It's sometimes a little scary, the power he has over me to make me feel. 

 He asked how I'd been especially pleasing that day. All the stuff I had done with care and love that day had become irrelevant in the second before (washed the sheets, made the beds, big f'ing deal).

 I said I didn't know.  I didn't feel I was one bit pleasing at that moment.  He told me the things he liked: I made a delicious dinner (steak, succotash, corn on the cob, salad), and I sorted out some health insurance dealie, and he absolved me for being in his way that one time.   He made some funny little comment then, which I can't remember now, and I laughed.  The absolution freed my mind from being weighed down.

Then he said I was getting a beating for fun, not punishment, and proceeded to punch me in the ass a few times.   He told me to get a towel and something short to play with.  I dug the small curved paddle out of the toy bag and brought it to him, tingling with excitement.  

He tied my wrists to the head board with a leather strap, then began a game of "Name that TV show theme song" with the rhythms of the paddle.  For some of them he sang along too.  I missed some easy ones (The Simpsons) but got more right than I expected.  Either way, win or lose, the prize was a hard blow with the paddle.  I was barely able to think by the end of it.  He alternated using the paddle with the short cane some.  Then he flipped me over and fucked me long and hard with my arms still tied above my head.   

This morning I'm as content as can be.  I got up before him so I could make breakfast (Mediterranean style burrito with sausage, feta, and Greek olives) and he could get extra minutes of sleep.

I have a new job in the mornings also: gate opening.   We have a gate across the driveway to keep the dogs in, and he's been having me walk down, open it, then give him a flash of bits and a kiss before he drives through and I close the gate.   This morning I got a bonus orgasm right there in the driveway after showing him my cunt.  Luckily there are trees between us and the road.