Pinching: KOTW

This is going to be difficult to write for only one reason:

Master still isn't home, not until tonight, and EVERYTHING is making me absurdly horny.  It didn't really help that we did some online sexing last night.  I asked to touch myself, and he said no, not until I had written him a good filthy story.  

"You have 5 minutes, slut".

You better bet that I got busy writing something hot for him.   Then when he said I could touch myself he described exactly how he wanted me to do it.  After a few minutes he made me come. 

I don't know if I will make it through the blog without taking a masturbation break.  We'll see.  (Yes, I'm allowed today. Once, only).

He likes to pinch me, mainly my nipples.  It drives me absolutely crazy, the good kind of crazy, the kind that induces massive wetness and near orgasmic pleasure.  The more it hurts the harder (ohh, harder! sigh) I have to try to keep from cumming immediately.   

Sometimes he uses clothespins also, in various places all over my body.   Mainly it is his fingers on my nipples.  Any time at all, not just when we are having sex or playing, he might be pinching me for the fun of it.   

 Here are some pictures from a day not that long ago when he used magnets to pinch.  It felt quite delicious, but the one nipple really hurt because he'd just flicked it really hard before putting the magnets on. 

   For more about the Kink of the Week, click here:

Union Appears to Exclude Slaves

For all the submissives out there, I have found it:  The Union.

Daily Flogger article

In addition, it reports that your "gift of submission" (GOS) has a minimum value, for tax purposes, of $120,314.56.

Slaves, of course, are excluded from the Submissives Union.

Submission is a gift. Everyone knows that.Gifts are taxable, and therefore have a real value. The aim of Submissives Unionized for Better Service (SUBS) is to finally place a dollar value on the “gift” of submission. We are working with our team of lawyers and accountants to finalize a hard number. Early calculations suggest that the Gift of Submission (GoS) has a minimum value of $120,314.56. - See more at: http://www.thedailyflogger.com/submissives-unionize-submission-declared-gift/#sthash.hjXWP9Ho.dpuf

Submission is a gift. Everyone knows that.Gifts are taxable, and therefore have a real value. The aim of Submissives Unionized for Better Service (SUBS) is to finally place a dollar value on the “gift” of submission. We are working with our team of lawyers and accountants to finalize a hard number. Early calculations suggest that the Gift of Submission (GoS) has a minimum value of $120,314.56. - See more at: http://www.thedailyflogger.com/submissives-unionize-submission-declared-gift/#sthash.hjXWP9Ho.dpuf

Submission is a gift. Everyone knows that.Gifts are taxable, and therefore have a real value. The aim of Submissives Unionized for Better Service (SUBS) is to finally place a dollar value on the “gift” of submission. We are working with our team of lawyers and accountants to finalize a hard number. Early calculations suggest that the Gift of Submission (GoS) has a minimum value of $120,314.56. - See more at: http://www.thedailyflogger.com/submissives-unionize-submission-declared-gift/#sthash.hjXWP9Ho.dpuf

Into every life a little rain must fall

The cane beat the rhythm of rain on my rear.  The paddle crashed down as thunder.    Rain showers first were lighter, then a downpour, then a mere trickle, complete with flashes of lightning pain. 

"Open your mouth", he commanded.

I did so, as I lay on my stomach on the bed.  A leather strap was shoved into my mouth and he tightened it up, pulling my head back as if I wore reins.

Smack! Smack! Smack! came the paddle again.

He took me from behind, still holding the strap.

He pulled out of my cunt, told me to roll over to my back and shifted the leather down to my neck, pulling it tight and pinning my wrist to the bed in the same hand as he fucked me.   I bucked up against him, drowning in passion and desire.   He fucked deeper and harder and when I didn't think I could wait a second longer to explode he commanded me to COME.   There was a great flood, the rain showers now having their cumulative effect, leaving in their wake puddles on the towel and a sunshiney smile on the face of this slave.

And More Discussions

Master and I had the opportunity to talk again since we drove together to a new part time gig he has, where I am also volunteering (they get two for the salary of one employee, what a deal!).   It is only going to be maybe one day a month on his days off, which meant we had no day of kink n sexy stuff, but we did get a lot of togetherness, which is also fun.  It also involves a lot of playing with puppies and kittens, so a good thing for me. 

On the drive down there, we talked about my blog yesterday.  He wanted me to add that it is not just that he minds me being upset about doing this thing, or that he feels bad for me, but that when my head is wrong my level of service is not as good, not as enthusiastic, and not what he wants (cringe, blush, ack! but that is what he said). 
  Yes, he could punish me for this, he said, and he would have if I had only given poor service without explaining my issues to him.  He'd rather have my headspace right and my full and enthusiastic participation rather than a fearful acceptance.  In this case, anyway.  

For ass sex, he's fine with just fearful acceptance.  :)  



 

Mindset

Sometimes there is just that one thing that one's Master wants, and you try it a few times, and badly want to please him by doing it, but it just seriously fucks with your mind. The more you do it, the worse it feels. Until I actually felt nauseated the last time he demanded it. I did it anyway, but I was angry at him for making me. 
I brought it up again (this is not the first conversation), and said how I felt. He told me, after thinking a bit how he'd handle it, that if he asked for it again he'd spend more time making sure my mind was right, and I was in the right place to accept his order before giving it. I'm hoping that works. I feel kind of bad that I am not able to do what he wants easily, but it is a requirement for me to tell him when I'm having a hard time with something so that he can handle it.

Orgasm Control: Kink of the Week

This is a big kink for my Master.   Ever since he taught me to orgasm on command he's taken great delight in making me do it wherever. In the kitchen.  In the car.  While chatting via computer.  In the store.  In front of people.   The more embarrassing, the better.  And also during beatings or sex of course. 

My orgasm has always been important to him, sometimes even more important to him that I have one than it was to me.  Back in former times, it was really hard for me to get one. They didn't just come (haha) naturally, there had to be a specific position and certain things done just right.  I'd only have one, if I were lucky.

Ever since we started a D/s relationship, though, I have become multi-orgasmic, and discovered squirting (excitement for him, kind of a pain in the ass for me, who gets to clean up).  I suppose there is little better proof of how everything surrounding power exchange turns me on.  

Orgasm denial is so far from one of my kinks I'd say it is an anti-kink, or something. Do. Not. Want.  Anyway, I'm happy that the most he does is make me wait a while sometimes.  It is not about the denial for him, but about being in control.  So, if he makes me wait, or tells me not to masturbate, or tells me how many times to masturbate, it is still all about the control. 

When we are together I have to wait for his command to orgasm, but if one accidentally slips through (it happens) it is not a big deal. I don't receive punishment for that.   At the same time, I try not let it happen because I want to obey.   If I'm getting close I can beg for an orgasm, and then he often has me wait just a fraction of a time (telling me WAIT) before giving the command.  Sometimes it is longer than a few moments and I try to do things to delay it.  

Because the word "wait" became so strongly associated with me already being on the edge, it started to be conditioned as a word that puts me on the edge of orgasm without actually coming.   This was an interesting but unanticipated side effect of using it that way. 

 Other times, he has given the command and nothing happens, because of the position, or competing stimuli, or some other reasons, perhaps my mind is not right.   I let him know immediately and he goes back to a more primal motivator and makes it happen.   

Here is another post on this topic, more about the training:

Orgasm on Command

At times he does force more and more orgasms out of me until my body is sore and wrung out.   I love it, and it is very intense.  It  turns me into a puddle of sex.   The most in one day (I used to have to keep count- now I don't) was 55, done over several sessions. 

Servitude

Master asks (tells) me to get up with him at 5 am and make his breakfast.  I feel grateful to be useful to him.  I start some sausages cooking to make a sausage and cheese burrito with fried green onions.   I had set up the coffee maker the night before to be ready after pushing the button.   I make Master's tea while the coffee and sausages are cooking.

 I realize some this is going to sound very sappy, but there you have it.  I am a great big sap today.

He comes down and checks his messages on the computer.  He tells me about several women (whom he has already played with) who are flirting with him, which gives me butterflies in my stomach thinking they might come here to play, or that we might go there again.

I stand beside his chair until he gets up and tells me to suck.  I go down on my knees.  After a few seconds he pushes me forward onto my hands and throws my robe up over my head.   He enters me and I groan from the dryness, the soreness, my knees on the hardwood floor.  It all hurts, but in a most delicious way.  He doesn't come, but he stops after a few minutes because it is breakfast time. 

I rise with some difficulty and he takes my arm to steady me.  I feel delightfully used and yet loved at the same time.

We eat together, and then when he goes to take a shower I play on the computer.    I also pack some leftovers for him to take for lunch.

He comes back down ready to leave.  I kneel at his feet as he puts his shoes on.  He pulls open my robe to pinch my nipples and slap my breasts.  Again I feel grateful to be his enjoyment and his plaything.  It turns me on.  I attempt to close my robe out of habit, and he corrects that gesture.  As he stands up and walks away he tells me to come.   I feel a vague helplessness before him as my body reacts to the command, and a great longing for him as he moves away.  After a few seconds I close my robe and stand. 

He gets all his clothes and lunch together and since his hands are full he tells me to open the door for him.   I go out on the porch with him, holding the storm door, and he tells me to open my robe once more to let the freezing air in. It is about 20 degrees out there, frosty all over the porch.   He gives one more painful tweak to my nipple, kisses me and we say goodbye.  It will be a few days, most likely, before I see him again.

I love being his.