Wednesday, May 17, 2017

Clamps and Tea: A Perfect Day

When Master got home Tuesday morning he was too tired for anything but breakfast and then sleep.  He told me to wake him at 11:30 with specific instructions:  butt plug in, leather collar on, and start with cocksucking to wake him.  

It was a difficult three hours to wait, let me tell you!  I was so excited and eager, but couldn't do anything about it.  I distracted myself by looking at and reading about puppies.  Puppies are pretty distracting.

Finally 11:30 arrived and I went up, sneaking around the bedroom quietly to get the lube, the plug, the collar and get myself all ready.  I snuggled under the covers and found Master sleeping on his stomach.  I persuaded him to roll over and I got to work on sucking.  

After he had fucked me he kicked me out of bed to make him some tea.   I hadn't gotten more than 2 feet away before he stopped me to  attach the nipple clamps.  I wasn't allowed to dress, but just went down without robe, slippers or even my glasses to make the tea.  He followed me.  I was hurrying along the hallway when I felt him grab me from behind and force me to my knees.  He pushed me forward a little bit until I had one hand on the stair.  He entered me hard and the combined pain of the swinging nipple clamps and the forcefully rammed butt plug made me whimper pitifully.  Then he let me go.  He slapped me and told me to get on that tea making!

  I had no idea how long 2 minutes and 30 seconds could seem until I was standing there in agony watching the microwave countdown. My nipples felt like they were being cut open, and I had to remind myself that it was only pain, nothing was wrong, just pain. 

When it was ready, he came down and pulled me to him by the chain on the clamps.  I cried.  He removed them and told me to come; I cried some more.  And came.

Then he sat and drank his tea, watching some porn, while I sucked his cock.  When the tea was done he bent me over the kitchen counter, paddled and then fucked me a little more.

We headed back upstairs.  He told me to stand at the dresser for my flogging.  This felt totally amazing.  He turned me around and slapped my breasts. I flinched away each time, not so good!  So he grabbed the hood out and said it would be harder for me to flinch when I couldn't see it coming.   I couldn't, of course, and that hurt much more. 

There was much more fucking, and caning, and more fucking, everything is sore... such a perfect day!


 

1 comment:

  1. "everything is sore" - i remember what that feels like. sigh. sore IS good.

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