Anniversary

Yesterday was our wedding anniversary (21 years! Which means I have been married almost half my life now), and I didn't do a post because I didn't know what to write.

He came home for the night just because it was an anniversary, and he'll be home again tonight.  I'm very happy about both!   Though he also has to work Saturday... and Monday... ooof, poor Master. 

I made a kinda, sorta special meal of slow cooked BBQ ribs and rice and fresh peas, which were in still the edible pods and raw from the garden.   I could only eat the rice and peas, but he told me the ribs were good.  I was most eager not to have an upset stomach for later that night. 

He didn't want me to buy anything for him, so I didn't.  He got me the fourth season of Downton Abbey, which I LOVE, and we watched part of it last night.   I made a step towards getting him what he asked for, but these things are complicated, and it was only one step.  We'll see.  

He asked me why I left out his favorite part of the evening from the last blog I wrote.  I don't know why; I leave out a lot of stuff just because there isn't room, or I'm done writing, or I think it is too long, or it doesn't fit my mood or narrative.  There is just no way to include every detail and I didn't realize that was his favorite bit.  So I think I'll just go back and add it.  

Last night was some quick but delicious fun.  He used me, and came inside me while fucking me from behind, then he tied my wrists (I asked for this) and paddled me really hard with the wood paddle until I was dreamily in subspace.  In between sets of blows he stroked and soothed "There, there, all done" which I knew was a trick, because another set was coming and, OW, each set hurt more than the last. 
About halfway through the beating he took the leather strap from my wrists and wrapped it around my head, through my mouth as a gag, pulling it tight and holding my head to the side.   Bridled like a horse, I couldn't move my head, but my arms still flailed, hands gripped the sheets, and my legs kicked with each blow until he put his leg over them and pinned me to the bed.

When he was done and I was all spacey, we snuggled and then I put out the light.   

A lovely anniversary fucking, I'd say!  

The word no, what it means here

Last night I was way over eager, pressing up against him in bed, wiggling my ass into him, and Master told me it would be more fun for him if I put up a little resistance.   He gave me permission to say "No", and in fact required that I say no to him so that he could over power me.   At times like this I feel even more like a pliable rag doll, like his toy and plaything, even more than usual.  He indicates how he wants me and that it is what I do. 

  So I resist.  

He asks me if I wanted to fuck. 
I answer "No, not now, not tonight", with dilated wide eyes and a gentle smirk that clearly tell the opposite story.  

Not believable enough.  He makes me try again.

It's a game. I struggle, he hurts and forces me.   

It is playing rape, but there are rules, which he sets and changes as he sees fit.  

When I push at him and struggle, he pins my wrists above my head on the bed.  He shoves my legs apart with his thigh. I kick at him, at his thighs, stomach, whatever I can reach with my feet. I try to bite his arm but I can't reach.  He uses the inner thigh pressure point to cause a lot of pain in retaliation for my attempt at biting.  He bites me hard until I go limp, fearing that what he's got his teeth on- like my nipple- is going to rip if I pull away.   As soon as his teeth let go, I twist one hand free and manage to get it up to his chest.  I use my knuckles on his breastbone.  

THAT earns me an even worse pain in my chest as he does the same thing to me, only 10 times harder, telling me that I don't dare do that to him, then he slaps my face, right and left.  I apologize and lie perfectly still, subdued. 

He gets both my wrists pinned in one hand up against my chest, and uses the other to spread my legs and begin fucking me.  I don't struggle anymore and he asks if I'm submitting.  I am.  I'm done.

He brings me to the edge of orgasm, and when I beg to come he doesn't let me.  He makes me beg for pain first, and I do, I beg him to hurt me.  He does, pressing fingers straight into my breasts at the nipple until they meet ribs.  It hurts like fuck all!  When I let out a plaintive sob he lets me come.    

He has me on top of him, riding and fucking and then tells me I can bite him.  I nibble gently then I bite down and hold on.  He makes noises of pleasure and then he comes too.   I feel a bit embarrassed about biting so hard I left bruises, but he's pleased, and that is what matters.  

In A Hurry

Last night Master told me it was bedtime, and you bet I skedaddled up there, whipped off the clothes, and on with the night time collar and got in position right away. 

 NO puttering about the bedroom, NO reading.  

He was happy to find me prone on the floor, and asked me if I'd been in position the whole time.  Yes, I was happy to say, I had.  

It makes me feel fairly embarrassed that it took getting in trouble to motivate me again (and that he said I had to write a blog about it), but at the same time it is such a secure feeling that he cares and notices, and is willing to correct me on minor failings that I'm grateful to him for everything all over again.  I feel much better with boundaries, I really do. 

Busted!

You know how I was saying about my "puttering around the room" at night while waiting for Master?

Ok, maybe I wrote it on MP's blog rather than here.  Errr, because reasons. 

Anyway, last night I was reading Game of Thrones on the floor instead of waiting in position.  

I have nothing to say except I was totally busted with no excuse and when he saw me that is exactly what he said.  

"Busted!"
 
I curled up on the floor as if to hide, not that it does any good of course, I am not much of a chameleon.    We talked about what he was going to do for this "minor infraction" and he made me give him some punishment suggestions, but he didn't like either of them.   He settled on tummy blows and the paddle.   

I must be more prompt about getting into position without the puttering and certainly WITHOUT a book!   

Butt plug fucking, and the cane

Master walked in on me folding socks as I was seated on the bedroom floor.   He locked the door.  I took THAT as a cue to undress.  

He walked over and picked up a cane and stood about five feet from me, but gave no directions so I crawled to him and began to kiss his foot.  Then I started to get up.  

"No, stay there" he ordered, "Keep kissing", so I kept doing as I was told as he caned me. My rump in the air, lips on his foot.  It was difficult to stay still through that,  difficult to concentrate on kissing his foot.  I felt well subjugated.  It was a hard switching with the willow branch.  He motioned to me to sit up and take his cock in my mouth. As it hit the back of my throat it felt like fucking, it was as good as fucking, and he told me to come, striking me with the cane at the same time.  The two sensations almost clash but then multiply, so sometimes the orgasm stops after the strike but then the next is even more intense.  

When he was finished with the cane he wanted the butt plug in, the pretty jewel ornament.  After some futzing around with it and the lube, I got it in almost in but not all the way, so I was hanging on to it with both hands between my legs, obscuring what he wanted.   

He was ready to take me.  "Move your hands" he told me.

"But the plug will fall out" I protested.

"Move your fucking hands".  I moved them.  

He took me as the plug felt out, then after a bit of fucking he stopped and this time I managed to get it all the way in.

He spread my legs and slid his cock in.  It felt so dang good with the extra pressure of the plug in there.  He said it felt wonderful, extra tight, for him too.  I came that way, I came hard with the vibrator on my clit, his cock in my cunt and the plug in my ass.  My feet were up on his shoulders or spread out to the sides.  I came so hard and cursed so roundly he thought I was in pain.  No Master, just coming really hard! I couldn't actually say that til later.

He held my throat in his hand, or sometimes my hair, to keep me still while he slapped my face.  Every few slaps he'd tell me to orgasm again.

Then he ordered me to be on top.  I came so hard and long it was like a dozen orgasms packed into one!  The grand finale firework of orgasms!   

When he came I had yet one more intense orgasm and collapsed down beside him.  

I think he's starting to see why people are on about butt plugs so much.  I know I am. 

  

On Vacation

Well, I guess this week was a bit of a vacation from blogging, as well as a short vacation for us.  We went to visit friends and relatives in Milwaukee, which was a fun time.   Master originally was going to pack a cane, but then decided on a paddle instead, which never came out of the suitcase.  Not to say there wasn't some infliction of pain, but it had to be a lot quieter than the paddle.  I pleasured him with my mouth.

Last night he caned me before bed, just as a general principal/attitude maintenance measure.  Or something?  He wanted to do it and I am happy to receive.  
This morning we had an extended fucking and beating session.  I could write a whole post on it, but later news sapped my interest in kink writing: 

Something is wrong with Hank.

After I'd make breakfast, Master took Hank, our 10 year old dog, into a vet. His clinic is closed today so he had to go to another one.  He seemed to have the signs of a really, really bad disease (hemangiosarcoma), but after the tests (ultrasound, I think it was) it is not his spleen.  It looks like he may have something not quite that bad.  We'll have to wait until Monday to have all the tests.  I can hardly stand to think of losing Hank now. 

Three Things Wrong

He told me to get on the bed.  Master was holding a cane, one of the thicker willow branches that I had cut, stripped and whittled to shape.  As soon as I laid down he told me there were three things wrong with this picture and I had to figure out what they were.

The first one I got right away.  I had forgotten a towel to protect the bedding.  He gave me a tremendous hard smacking with the cane for that one, and then I leaped up to fetch the towel.  

The next ones I wasn't sure about.  I returned to lie face down on the towel.

"You don't like me wearing socks, Master?" I ventured.

"No, that isn't it."  SMACK, smack, smackity, smack he went on my ass.

"I haven't sucked your cock?"

"No, I didn't tell you to do that yet".  More smacking. 

I thought some more but couldn't come up with anything that he usually required.

"Where are we?" he asked sternly.

"In bed, Master".  

"And what collar are you supposed to wear there?"  

Derp.  "The leather collar", I answered.  

After another really hard blow from the cane, he let me up to change from the silver to the leather.   I hadn't figured this for a rule, except at night, and this was the middle of the day yesterday, but now I know, hey?

I was feeling sheepish, utterly submissive and could not even look at him now as I went to the dresser drawer, switched collars and came back to lie in front of him.  He has this effect sometimes.

One more thing still to guess.  I thought and thought and could not come up with it.   He continued to cane me.  Finally he told me he wanted some ropes to tie me down.   Now that one I couldn't be expected to guess, could I?   I didn't think so.  Hmmmph. 

I fetched the ropes.  First he had me suck his cock and fuck him a little bit, then he tied me face down, my legs together with ropes up to my knees.  He went around the the headboard and said "Wrists through."

I swiftly stuck my wrists through the rails of the headboard, and he tied them.  Now I was stretched out in a pretty immobile line and I had a flash of fear about not being able to get away, before I relaxed against the ropes.   Why was I even thinking of getting away?  I have no idea, it is just the certainty of being tied completely down that brings on a flash.   But then the security of the ropes comforted me.  I wiggled against them and relaxed, secure and happy in my bondage.  

Then he began to strike me in earnest with the cane.  

"One and one is two".  That equals 5 strikes with the cane, following a rhythm of the inchworm song.

"Two and two are four".   That is seven strikes right there. 

"Four and four are eight."  That was 17 blows, the way he does it.  One heavy one for each beat of the song rhythm, and then eight really fast ones after, for the "eight" part.

I lost track of what he was singing, and when he stopped matching number of hits to the song and went simply with the rhythm, until he got to the "approximately 32,000" part of the inchworm song.   I know that were probably a lot of strokes though.   

My butt is sore, but what really hurts today is my thighs where he gave my bruises another thorough punching on top of the first bruises.