Camel Girl

Master called me camel girl last night.  

Because I always think it is hump day.

Speaking of the little things (yesterday's post),  we had just finished watching THE BEST ever episode of Orange is the New Black last night when he gave me a dark look. A dark sexy look.  He made a wedge of his fingers and shoved my chest, pushing me back down onto the the couch.  I had been sitting next to him and suddenly I was lying down.  He grabbed the front of my jeans which were unbuttoned and half unzipped and pulled me toward him, roughly.  He commented that just a little bit of fear makes me clench, doesn't it?  Yessssss.
 
See, how could I not want the sexins all the time?
 
Then he told me to go feed the dogs.

Later on, when the necessary things were all done, he had me lie on my back on the bed naked, and he still had that look of dark foreboding.  

Also, a cane. 

There is nothing to be afraid of, right?  Except I knew it was going to hurt.  I was tensed up all over.  I kept getting my hands in the way and he threatened to smack them with the cane too.  He was working on my pussy and tits, and I was squirming hard until he took my wrists in his other hand and held them down.   

He put his cock up to my face, I rolled my side to take it in, and he caned my hips and side hard as I attempted to please him.  

When I rode him he alternated twisting and pinching my nipples with stuffing his fingers in mouth.  And of course smacking my bruises that are left over from the other night.  Tuesday, maybe?

He let me use the Hitachi and I had a shaking shattering orgasm series.   My thighs were aching, I guess from so much clenching up.

 He told me a fantasy story which made me want to hide my head, hide away from this, but at the same time it perched me on the edge of coming again.  He asked me if I liked that. 

Like? Do I like it?  Ummm.  
Yes/no/maybe/can't/think/busy/coming, how 'bout that?