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!  

Placetne tibi

I met Master at the front door.  I was kneeling with a small array of implements in my hands: two whips and the riding crop.

I felt I was making something of a presumptuous gamble since he hadn't given me any instructions when he left, but I hoped he'd be pleased.  I wore my leather collar and let my robe fall open.

 I wasn't exactly "feeling it" yesterday morning.  Not the beauty of submission, not sexiness, not peace or relaxation, only a combination of irritations.  First it snowed three inches over night and I'm way beyond sick of that weather.   Then the youngest child tells me he forgot to do his big project this weekend despite us reminding him to do his homework several times.  So I was struggling to help him (he basically needs me standing over him constantly or he gets distracted by balloons, dogs, air, whatever - the ADHD  poster child) and make breakfast at the same time.

  Also I had cramps.  Ick.

Master took the kids to school (after having to fix the front gate, which fell off its hinges), and I decided I'd just "fake it till I make it" because I really wanted to have a good morning alone with him, despite how it started out.    

So that was how I ended up ready and kneeling at the front door.  He came in.  He looked very pleased, which made my heart do a little jump.   He took the implements from me and told me when I hand him toys the handles should all be lined up evenly, not a 
mish-mash pile the way I did it.   He told me to put on a movie for us.  When I stood up he smacked me with the crop as I was trying to walk away.   I paused to wait for more, but he told me to hurry up and get the movie on.  I'm always torn in those situations- stand still for more whacks?  Or is he trying to urge me on faster to get to where I was going so I should keep going?  Suddenly I was feeling it again, the pleasure of submission, the excitement of something impending.

We snuggled on the couch during an episode of Buffy Vampire Slayer (I've never watched the series, so being a Joss Whedon fan, I decided to try it out.  Master is liking it better now than he did when it came out.  That Buffy is HOT.  Not to mention the young Lily from How I Met Your Mother).

He pinched my nipples and smacked them with the crop, but forbid from touching him until the show was over.  Then he had me suck his cock for a good long time, interspersed with some spanking.

He told me to go get the cutting board/paddle.   

 He tied my arms behind me and bent me over the couch arm.

 "Start at 100, and count down, slave.  When you get to zero you can orgasm," he ordered.

"One hundred", I said.  whack

"Ninety nine".  whack

and so on.

At about 91, I was getting brain fuzzled and having a hard time coming up with the numbers, but he kept going until I got to 80, then he gave me an extra hard one and said "Zero!"  I came right hard.

Then he picked up the whip.  

"Keep counting where you left off" he said.

"Seventy nine". Slash.

"Seventy eight".  Slash.

When I got to 60 or so he started rapid fire whipping with both the single tail and the dragon tail.  I couldn't count them anymore, it was just too overwhelming.

He stopped and I told him he was going too fast for me to keep up.  He asked me how was that his problem that I couldn't count, and pushed me to my knees in front of him as I apologized to him.  
  
He began striking HARD with the crop and I squirmed a bit from side to side. 

"Are you trying to avoid me?"  

"Yes, Master", I admitted. 

"You hold still when I'm beating you" he said firmly.

"Yes, Master".

I stilled my mind.  My body followed.  More hard strikes on each side and damned if I didn't even flinch.  

He pushed my head back until it was trapped up against the side of couch and fucked my face.  

He asked if I was ready to have my ass fucked and of course I said yes.  We went upstairs and I lay on the bed on my stomach.   

He asked if I wanted lube and I said yes.

"Ahem"  he reminded.

"Whatever you want, Master".  

He fucked me good and hard.  I screamed a lot.  Good times.
 Eventually he pulled out and came on my face.  

Don't worry, a nice shower will take care of that.  Soon he was rinsing off his cum with pee.  Heh.  Dirty, dirty girl, yes I am.  Because I liked that too. 

Later on, I asked him if I had pleased him.  He told me yes, that I was a good slave.  

He told me he'd be happy to be asked in Latin -"placetne tibi"
Have I been pleasing/Are you pleased?  

His answer "Ite".
"It is so".









 

Slapping

I crave it.  

I woke up craving it.  

The feeling of his hand against my cheek.  Slap.  And the other one. Slap.  I will scrunch my face, try to block him by turning my head or raising my hand.  Not enough to actually block, but just as a reflex.  Then I put the hand down.  Slap.  

No real reason.  He doesn't need a reason to slap me.

On my breasts, I crave a hard one that leaves his hand print, each finger outlined.  And another one, for the other breast.  Then a couple more, just to be sure.  Then a couple slaps from each side too.  

I had a bunch yesterday, but the marks are gone now. 

And I'm craving it even more.  

She's Mine

Friday night we went to Mystique's for Trivia (it is this huge city-wide contest that lasts 24/7 all weekend- it is pretty crazy fun). 

 She has a team of what I would call kink-aware-mostly-vanillas.  That is, she doesn't hide any of what she does from them, but they may not (I don't know) do any of it themselves.   At least a couple of them know that I'm a slave. 

I made a cheesecake with strawberries and chocolate drizzle, which turned out pretty well.  I even took a picture.  :)  

 

I was sitting at Master's feet when one of the women that I didn't know at Trivia commented, after trying a piece of cheesecake, 

"I don't know this girl, but I love her already".

Master immediately told her, in his serious voice, "She is mine and you can't have her... for less that a thousand dollars."  

(Another long pause where they all stared at him).

"Per night".

Magnets: very graphic pictures :)

Imagine that, a pornographic blog with actual porn!  I know, I'm shocked too.  

A Pinchy Present

Last night Master brought home a present for me!  He told me he had something for me and my first thought was "Oh boy!".  And my second thought was "Will it hurt?"

   After dinner he took me upstairs, and after a bit of quick and hot sex, he started attaching round flat magnets to my lower lips.  Once he got more than two on there they all attract each other and jump together into one big clump (ouch!).

So he just stuck with two of them, clamped to me.   He had me wear them for at least an hour while I took care of dogs and did things around the house.  Moving was interesting.  Sitting was slightly painful but also very rewarding.  Climbing the stairs...was an experience.    I had to ask if I could take them off to go pee, and he said yes.  Then I put them back on, but in a different spot.

He'd really like to get me some piercings, rings through my cunt lips, so I imagined that it would feel a bit like this after the healing was done.  I'm also getting rather excited about getting rings.  I don't know when we'll be able to do it.   

Later on... he gave me a very long and delightful caning/paddling/spanking after he was done fucking me.   I was deep in subspace for a while.   He wanted me to play "Guess what movie this song is from" while he sang and beat in rhythm. 

It gave me the idea of someday having an imitation A Clockwork Orange scene, complete with Singing in the Rain.  If you haven't seen it, it is quite horrifying.  There are probably You Tube clips.   I don't know why this sounds like a good idea now, since the movie about scared me to death for many years after I saw it.  (Master warned me not to see it, saying that I wouldn't like it, but I begged him to take me to a campus showing anyway when we were in college.  I did regret that, I sure did. )
 
 I played the game for a bit, but then I think I was just mumbling "Don't know" to all the questions.  I asked him afterward if he could tell and he said I was totally "gone" for about 10 minutes, but he just kept on doing what he was doing.  I felt quite floaty until I fell asleep.

Today he told me I had to wear the magnets again while I did things around the house for at least 15 minutes, then I could have an orgasm.   That was most enjoyable, all of it.  I think I wore them for longer, but after 15 minutes I stopped keeping track of the time. 

It is so exciting getting a kinky little task like that.  He hardly ever gives me any that are not just practical work. 

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. 

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