After a front and back flogging (and even her face, very lightly!) Socks took a break to sit and watch with Master.
Dr. Peter began readying his canes.
I
was full of nervous excitement as I stood there waiting. He put me on
the picnic table on a blanket on my hands and knees. He asked if I
felt very exposed with my skirt hiked up to my waist. Then he began
caning my backside and the backs of my thighs.
I
wish I could give a detailed account of every cane, because there were
many, and they ranged from springy, whippy ones to heavy thuddy ones.
Most
of it felt extremely good, but it was punctuated by some extremely hard
whacks (thus the marks), and this had me rocking the table, scootching
from side to side in automatic avoidance attempts and nearly falling
off. Master came and stood nearby to make sure I didn't fall off when I
started moving too much. The knobbly cane was a special favorite. When I started moaning in pleasure he told me I could orgasm any time I wanted, and shortly after that, I did. Several times, if I remember right. The knobbly cane rubbed up and down in a very intriguing way. It got all sticky!
There were sometimes when I felt the edge being pushed. The edge of what, I don't really know. I just knew it was hurting quite a bit.
I knew I could do it, and I wanted to do it very badly, so I rebraced
my legs each time they started to make cowering/escape attempts.
After
one very hard series he began to stroke the welts gently, and something
about the kind way he was doing this, after the all pain, completely
dissolved me. I began to sob softly and into my blanket, and shake all over, and that's when he
decided to end.
I was helped
off the table, wrapped in a blanket and Master and I sat on the
sidelines to watch Socks get a nice caning. So fun!
Master pulled me over his knee and spanked me, then fingered me and made me come so I didn't really see much of the caning.
After a while Master had me search our bags for the nipple clamps. I couldn't really remember where I put them, so this took a few minutes. I briefly hoped they had somehow jumped out of the bag before we left home.
I found them and Master attached them to me, then had me jump around and even do a little cheer, which was horribly embarrassing. Then they attached one clamp to Socks and pulled us apart. Ow. I do not like a game of nipple tug o war!
Next?
Some chatting and eating dinner, and socializing...
Then Master and Saumya and I went to the back porch again. We did stuff and things and there was a lot of naughtiness... Ok, that is for part three.
Monday, June 8, 2015
What a Day It Was! Act One.
Saturday was our play party/ outdoors in the woods munch.
Results for me:
It turned out to be a very busy and extremely fun day for us. Master had made several play dates with friends. He got home from work a little after noon and right away took me upstairs for a quick fuck. I was horny and wanton since I'd been thinking about the play dates all morning. I know he'd been thinking about them too.
It was very quick and he didn't come, just a little in and out. He told me he wanted Saumya to taste me when he had her suck his cock later. What they had arranged I wasn't exactly sure, but I got the impression she had agreed to be his sub/slave for the day, even to the point of CNC for a limited term.
Between hers and Master's busy schedules, it had been since last June since we have been able to have any play dates together. [Here] was where I wrote about the last time.
He told me what to wear: my mini skirt and white linen top. No bra or panties. I grabbed the toy bags, brats and pies (apple, pecan and a special strawberry one just for Mystique to take home) for the pot luck and we drove to the munch in his new car.
I forgot to mention, didn't I, that he bought a car on Wednesday - it's a great little barely used Mazda 6 with leather seats... mmm, leather.
He told me to sit on the seat with my skirt up so my bare ass was exposed. Very soon I had squidged a bit on his seats so he gave me a handkerchief to clean up. I asked him if he would punish me for that and he said no, that would just encourage me to produce more wetness.
As we drove, I put on my leather collar, chain dog leash and ankle and wrist cuffs. I thought a lot about whether people in cars pulling alongside us could see what I was wearing. Eventually, once we were on the back roads, Master had me take of my shirt. I rode topless, but any time a car approached Master had me pull the shirt up over me like a blanket, at least up past my chest. I still wondered what they could see.
When we arrived, I bounced out of the car just as I was, topless, with a skirt that really didn't cover anything, especially when the wind caught it, my leash dangling from my collar. I know everyone was looking and thinking "There is ksst, running around mostly nekkid again!" It's true, but it's not my fault. You can blame all my nudist tendencies on my Master. But the exhibitionist tendencies, I will own up to those. If I have to. :)
We unloaded our stuff, chatted with people and had a snack. Master held me by the leash except when I was fetching his drinks. This is one of my very favorite things, the leash.
After a while, he gave me my leash to hold, and took Saumya off behind a shed as my imagination ran wild about what they were doing and talking about as I waited for him to get back. All the feelings from excitement to humiliation were running around my head.
Master came back and after a bit more time he handed my leash over to Dr. Peter, which strongly symbolic action sent my head into pure sexual overdrive. I tried not to show anything, but I don't know how successful I was. Dr. Peter had been making plans for me ever since Master had told him I'd like to do a caning scene with him a few days before. Other than canes, I really wasn't sure what was in store for me. Oh, the anticipation!
We went around to the back porch, which seemed to have all the conveniences necessary, and my Master placed the lovely young woman, Socks, face down over a picnic table with a spreader bar on her wrists. Master made me be a useful cunt by having me hold the rope attached to the bar at varying lengths after stringing it through a hook on the ceiling. Dr. Peter stood beside me, and occasionally he and Master discussed such serious topics as the French and English history in India, or the proper pronunciation of "khaki". All the while Master was flogging Socks.
Each time the flogger struck her hard my body clenched down below.
To be continued...
Results for me:
It turned out to be a very busy and extremely fun day for us. Master had made several play dates with friends. He got home from work a little after noon and right away took me upstairs for a quick fuck. I was horny and wanton since I'd been thinking about the play dates all morning. I know he'd been thinking about them too.
It was very quick and he didn't come, just a little in and out. He told me he wanted Saumya to taste me when he had her suck his cock later. What they had arranged I wasn't exactly sure, but I got the impression she had agreed to be his sub/slave for the day, even to the point of CNC for a limited term.
Between hers and Master's busy schedules, it had been since last June since we have been able to have any play dates together. [Here] was where I wrote about the last time.
He told me what to wear: my mini skirt and white linen top. No bra or panties. I grabbed the toy bags, brats and pies (apple, pecan and a special strawberry one just for Mystique to take home) for the pot luck and we drove to the munch in his new car.
I forgot to mention, didn't I, that he bought a car on Wednesday - it's a great little barely used Mazda 6 with leather seats... mmm, leather.
He told me to sit on the seat with my skirt up so my bare ass was exposed. Very soon I had squidged a bit on his seats so he gave me a handkerchief to clean up. I asked him if he would punish me for that and he said no, that would just encourage me to produce more wetness.
As we drove, I put on my leather collar, chain dog leash and ankle and wrist cuffs. I thought a lot about whether people in cars pulling alongside us could see what I was wearing. Eventually, once we were on the back roads, Master had me take of my shirt. I rode topless, but any time a car approached Master had me pull the shirt up over me like a blanket, at least up past my chest. I still wondered what they could see.
When we arrived, I bounced out of the car just as I was, topless, with a skirt that really didn't cover anything, especially when the wind caught it, my leash dangling from my collar. I know everyone was looking and thinking "There is ksst, running around mostly nekkid again!" It's true, but it's not my fault. You can blame all my nudist tendencies on my Master. But the exhibitionist tendencies, I will own up to those. If I have to. :)
We unloaded our stuff, chatted with people and had a snack. Master held me by the leash except when I was fetching his drinks. This is one of my very favorite things, the leash.
After a while, he gave me my leash to hold, and took Saumya off behind a shed as my imagination ran wild about what they were doing and talking about as I waited for him to get back. All the feelings from excitement to humiliation were running around my head.
Master came back and after a bit more time he handed my leash over to Dr. Peter, which strongly symbolic action sent my head into pure sexual overdrive. I tried not to show anything, but I don't know how successful I was. Dr. Peter had been making plans for me ever since Master had told him I'd like to do a caning scene with him a few days before. Other than canes, I really wasn't sure what was in store for me. Oh, the anticipation!
We went around to the back porch, which seemed to have all the conveniences necessary, and my Master placed the lovely young woman, Socks, face down over a picnic table with a spreader bar on her wrists. Master made me be a useful cunt by having me hold the rope attached to the bar at varying lengths after stringing it through a hook on the ceiling. Dr. Peter stood beside me, and occasionally he and Master discussed such serious topics as the French and English history in India, or the proper pronunciation of "khaki". All the while Master was flogging Socks.
Each time the flogger struck her hard my body clenched down below.
To be continued...
Friday, June 5, 2015
Cock Face Slapping
He has me lie on the floor. He kneels above me and I think I'm going to have it down my throat, but instead he slaps me on both cheeks, multiple times. Then he has me kneel up in front of him and receive more slapping. When he does shove it into my mouth suddenly, he orders me to come.
After some worshiping of him, he has me lie back on the floor, and is rubbing and rubbing the outside of my pussy with his cock. I am so wet, so ready, but he wouldn't put it in.
Finally he said "Do you want this deep inside you?"
I answered "Whatever you want, Master."
Then he asked again, the same thing, and now I was allowed to say "Yes, Master, please I want it deep inside me."
So he pulled me to my knees again and thrust it hard and deep into my mouth.
Cunt, denied!
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There was much more to this session, but it's getting to be my bedtime. Tomorrow we are going to a kinky picnic and much play is planned!
Also, Master has amazing mind reading powers, just saying.
After some worshiping of him, he has me lie back on the floor, and is rubbing and rubbing the outside of my pussy with his cock. I am so wet, so ready, but he wouldn't put it in.
Finally he said "Do you want this deep inside you?"
I answered "Whatever you want, Master."
Then he asked again, the same thing, and now I was allowed to say "Yes, Master, please I want it deep inside me."
So he pulled me to my knees again and thrust it hard and deep into my mouth.
Cunt, denied!
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There was much more to this session, but it's getting to be my bedtime. Tomorrow we are going to a kinky picnic and much play is planned!
Also, Master has amazing mind reading powers, just saying.
Thursday, June 4, 2015
No Brakes!
I started out to write one post yesterday and got sidetracked by sex.
Today I'll work again on my original idea. Which is also about sex.
Nagoski has this brakes/accelerator model to explain what happens with sexual desire and eagerness. A quote:
A lot of it is about the brakes. I guess I always had very sensitive brakes. That means that even in the middle of getting turned on, the least little distracting or unpleasant thought, such as "Ugh, I have to get up in the morning" or "What if I can't orgasm? Will it be unpleasant for me?" would make me shut the whole arousal system down. Not on purpose, it just happened without conscious thought.
Well, being submissive has taken away my brakes. Since I know I have no way to stop things, I don't even try (subconsciously or otherwise) to slam on my brakes. I may get a little drag every now and then, but then it is replaced by the thought that I literally have no choice, and the arousal train is soon running at top speed down the mountain.
NO BRAKES!
This simple little model explained so much to me about why 5 years ago I barely wanted sex at all, and now I want it almost constantly.
We are all different though. I know it doesn't work this way for everyone, but this helped me understand some things about myself.
Today I'll work again on my original idea. Which is also about sex.
Nagoski has this brakes/accelerator model to explain what happens with sexual desire and eagerness. A quote:
The sexual response mechanism in your brain has both an accelerator — which responds to sexy things — and a brake — which responds to potential threats, like STIs, unwanted pregnancy, social reputation, sexual shame, and body self-criticism. The process of becoming aroused is the process of both turning on all the ons and turning off all the offs.
The
sexual response mechanism in your brain has both an accelerator — which
responds to sexy things — and a brake — which responds to potential
threats, like STIs, unwanted pregnancy, social reputation, sexual shame,
and body self-criticism. The process of becoming aroused is the process
of both turning on all the ons and turning off all the offs. - See more
at:
http://xoxoafterdark.com/2015/03/04/5-sex-myths-busted-dr-emily-nagoski/#sthash.WOgRdmEq.dpuf
The
sexual response mechanism in your brain has both an accelerator — which
responds to sexy things — and a brake — which responds to potential
threats, like STIs, unwanted pregnancy, social reputation, sexual shame,
and body self-criticism. The process of becoming aroused is the process
of both turning on all the ons and turning off all the offs. - See more
at:
http://xoxoafterdark.com/2015/03/04/5-sex-myths-busted-dr-emily-nagoski/#sthash.WOgRdmEq.dpuf
A lot of it is about the brakes. I guess I always had very sensitive brakes. That means that even in the middle of getting turned on, the least little distracting or unpleasant thought, such as "Ugh, I have to get up in the morning" or "What if I can't orgasm? Will it be unpleasant for me?" would make me shut the whole arousal system down. Not on purpose, it just happened without conscious thought.
Well, being submissive has taken away my brakes. Since I know I have no way to stop things, I don't even try (subconsciously or otherwise) to slam on my brakes. I may get a little drag every now and then, but then it is replaced by the thought that I literally have no choice, and the arousal train is soon running at top speed down the mountain.
NO BRAKES!
This simple little model explained so much to me about why 5 years ago I barely wanted sex at all, and now I want it almost constantly.
We are all different though. I know it doesn't work this way for everyone, but this helped me understand some things about myself.
Punishment
There is nothing about What We Do that twists me up inside as much as punishment. Or, to be more specific, a lack of punishment messes with me in a bad way. If I know I deserve a punishment, because he's told me I will be getting one, and then he changes his mind for what ever reason and doesn't do it, or does it in way which is more rewarding than punishing (like hitting me without telling me the beating I'm getting actually IS a punishment) I feel lacking my mooring, all twisted up inside, confused, just bad all around, like my footing has been yanked from under me.
If he says "You are getting a reward today, and the reward will be no punishment," when I knew it was coming to me, I don't feel that as a reward. I feel it like a kick in the stomach.
I know, because he's told me a dozen or more times, that it is ALWAYS his right to decide these things for me, that I have no say at all in when or if I get punished, so that is not even a question in my logical mind. I know he wants to do something nice for me by getting rid of something I don't like (punishment). I try to appreciate that.
But in my emotional mind I still can't help feeling bad. I will continue to and have tried my best to get rid of that bad feeling, to accept and surrender to his decision, and yet I go on feeling bad.
The best I can do is pretend that I do not feel bad, and attempt to dodge talking about it, but that NEVER flies. He can always tell when I'm upset and he always pries it out of me. And then I feel bad again for bringing up the same old issue that he's sick of hearing about again.
Last night I got double or triple punishments (I lost track) and I cried. I haven't cried real tears (more often I sob dryly) during anything he's done in ages, but last night I did.
But afterward I was calm and relaxed. I felt it had a resolution. An absolution and expiation.
I thanked him, and I really meant it. I am grateful.
If he says "You are getting a reward today, and the reward will be no punishment," when I knew it was coming to me, I don't feel that as a reward. I feel it like a kick in the stomach.
I know, because he's told me a dozen or more times, that it is ALWAYS his right to decide these things for me, that I have no say at all in when or if I get punished, so that is not even a question in my logical mind. I know he wants to do something nice for me by getting rid of something I don't like (punishment). I try to appreciate that.
But in my emotional mind I still can't help feeling bad. I will continue to and have tried my best to get rid of that bad feeling, to accept and surrender to his decision, and yet I go on feeling bad.
The best I can do is pretend that I do not feel bad, and attempt to dodge talking about it, but that NEVER flies. He can always tell when I'm upset and he always pries it out of me. And then I feel bad again for bringing up the same old issue that he's sick of hearing about again.
Last night I got double or triple punishments (I lost track) and I cried. I haven't cried real tears (more often I sob dryly) during anything he's done in ages, but last night I did.
But afterward I was calm and relaxed. I felt it had a resolution. An absolution and expiation.
I thanked him, and I really meant it. I am grateful.
Wednesday, June 3, 2015
Come As You Are
I've just started reading a sex book (shocking, I know!), Come As You Are, by Emily Nagoski. Anywhere you go can find the basic facts, but this book really delves into the deeper stuff, the "whys" and best of all doesn't try to tell us that we should all be the same.
Nagoski has this brakes/accelerator model to explain sexual desire and eagerness. A quote:
I think anyone that is having trouble with flagging desires, is too stressed out for feeling like sexy times, or feeling discomfort with themselves in any way should probably check this book out. I haven't read the whole thing yet, but I'm really liking it. Even if you are not having a sex problem, it is a good read.
My Master was so helpful too. Last night I got to the worksheet part of the book where you are supposed to write out at least one primo sexual experience and one that was not horrible, but not really great either, some sex that was just ok.
I told him I was going to use the night before as the good experience but I couldn't think of a bad one in enough detail to write anything. As you might imagine, any sex that is forgettable is, well, forgotten. No one has A+ sex all the time!
So, he shoves my book out of the way before I've written anything and says "I'll give you some worst-sex-ever to write about!" No preliminaries at all, I'm just getting fucked. Then he tells me I better start struggling because he's raping me. He's taking me from behind, and I can't hardly move with all his weight on me. I do my best to get away, and finally manage it by digging my fingers into a tender spot on him. His cock slides out. He responds by rolling me on to my back and digging his fingers into the pressure points on my inner thighs. I go limp- it is the only reaction I ever have to that sort of pain.
He fucks me again, and I'm limp and my eyes are rolling back. I'm in freaking heaven.
He's 'raped' me, he's hurt me-- "worst sex ever" my ass!
Nagoski has this brakes/accelerator model to explain sexual desire and eagerness. A quote:
The
sexual response mechanism in your brain has both an accelerator — which
responds to sexy things — and a brake — which responds to potential
threats, like STIs, unwanted pregnancy, social reputation, sexual shame,
and body self-criticism. The process of becoming aroused is the process
of both turning on all the ons and turning off all the offs. - See more
at:
http://xoxoafterdark.com/2015/03/04/5-sex-myths-busted-dr-emily-nagoski/#sthash.WOgRdmEq.dpuf
The
sexual response mechanism in your brain has both an accelerator — which
responds to sexy things — and a brake — which responds to potential
threats, like STIs, unwanted pregnancy, social reputation, sexual shame,
and body self-criticism. The process of becoming aroused is the process
of both turning on all the ons and turning off all the offs. - See more
at:
http://xoxoafterdark.com/2015/03/04/5-sex-myths-busted-dr-emily-nagoski/#sthash.WOgRdmEq.dpuf
The sexual response mechanism in your brain has both an accelerator — which responds to sexy things — and a brake — which responds to potential threats, like STIs, unwanted pregnancy, social reputation, sexual shame, and body self-criticism. The process of becoming aroused is the process of both turning on all the ons and turning off all the offs.
I think anyone that is having trouble with flagging desires, is too stressed out for feeling like sexy times, or feeling discomfort with themselves in any way should probably check this book out. I haven't read the whole thing yet, but I'm really liking it. Even if you are not having a sex problem, it is a good read.
My Master was so helpful too. Last night I got to the worksheet part of the book where you are supposed to write out at least one primo sexual experience and one that was not horrible, but not really great either, some sex that was just ok.
I told him I was going to use the night before as the good experience but I couldn't think of a bad one in enough detail to write anything. As you might imagine, any sex that is forgettable is, well, forgotten. No one has A+ sex all the time!
So, he shoves my book out of the way before I've written anything and says "I'll give you some worst-sex-ever to write about!" No preliminaries at all, I'm just getting fucked. Then he tells me I better start struggling because he's raping me. He's taking me from behind, and I can't hardly move with all his weight on me. I do my best to get away, and finally manage it by digging my fingers into a tender spot on him. His cock slides out. He responds by rolling me on to my back and digging his fingers into the pressure points on my inner thighs. I go limp- it is the only reaction I ever have to that sort of pain.
He fucks me again, and I'm limp and my eyes are rolling back. I'm in freaking heaven.
He's 'raped' me, he's hurt me-- "worst sex ever" my ass!
Emily Nagoski
Emily Nagoski
Tuesday, June 2, 2015
A little extra
Last night Master put me between his knees on the floor while he looked at porn. It is VERY common for me to be there. Not every day, but at least several times a week this is my spot. I suck, he pays almost no attention to me. By the time it has been several minutes I am desperate for his attention, and after 10, 20, 30 minutes I would just give anything for more of it. When he pulls my hair and shoves his cock further down my throat, or takes it out of my mouth to slap my face I'm nearly gushing. He tells me to come after slapping me half a dozen times with his dick. I come. I'm so needy and horny at that point, but I just concentrate on pleasing him. I frequently remind myself that this is my place, here pleasing him and that I have no choice at all. When I look up at him and he's looking only at the screen I feel very low indeed. This makes me even more needy and wet.
After a long time, we went upstairs. I had to do a few things first, which were approved, so he was waiting for me in the bed. I sucked him again, trying to make him come. He spanked me, then he tied my hands to the bed and took me. It was wonderful and I came several times, then he came.
But I wanted a tiny bit more.. so I debated whether to say something, and ended up asking him if I could use the vibrator. He said yes, but also I had to bring him a whacking implement. I picked up a wooden cane because it was handy, and he beat me while I had maybe a half dozen more orgasms. Wooo, that was a lot more "extra" than I was expecting.
I then reminded him that I hadn't gotten the tummy blows for the day. I didn't write about my Sunday weigh in because I was shocked and disappointed to find out that I gained three pounds.
That means THREE punishments every day all week. But Monday he only did two since he was saving one and then forgot it. So that means I was getting four. I hated it. Four horrible tummy blows. With much anticipation. And Jaws theme music. Afterward he reminded me that he could do much more, as many as he wanted, anytime he wanted, because I was his slave. I agreed, of course.
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We still don't have a new/used car, so I'm still stuck at home. I think this may be preying on Master's mind more than it does mine. I'm resigned to not leaving the house, and it doesn't bother me as much as it does him that I have to grocery shop on weekends or nights. The weather has been beautiful, so I walk, and I finished planting the vegetable garden and other outdoor chores. I'm pretty chuffed that I manage to re-hang one of the big gates alone.
I'm a long way from getting the same kind of cabin fever I get in the winter.
After a long time, we went upstairs. I had to do a few things first, which were approved, so he was waiting for me in the bed. I sucked him again, trying to make him come. He spanked me, then he tied my hands to the bed and took me. It was wonderful and I came several times, then he came.
But I wanted a tiny bit more.. so I debated whether to say something, and ended up asking him if I could use the vibrator. He said yes, but also I had to bring him a whacking implement. I picked up a wooden cane because it was handy, and he beat me while I had maybe a half dozen more orgasms. Wooo, that was a lot more "extra" than I was expecting.
I then reminded him that I hadn't gotten the tummy blows for the day. I didn't write about my Sunday weigh in because I was shocked and disappointed to find out that I gained three pounds.
That means THREE punishments every day all week. But Monday he only did two since he was saving one and then forgot it. So that means I was getting four. I hated it. Four horrible tummy blows. With much anticipation. And Jaws theme music. Afterward he reminded me that he could do much more, as many as he wanted, anytime he wanted, because I was his slave. I agreed, of course.
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We still don't have a new/used car, so I'm still stuck at home. I think this may be preying on Master's mind more than it does mine. I'm resigned to not leaving the house, and it doesn't bother me as much as it does him that I have to grocery shop on weekends or nights. The weather has been beautiful, so I walk, and I finished planting the vegetable garden and other outdoor chores. I'm pretty chuffed that I manage to re-hang one of the big gates alone.
I'm a long way from getting the same kind of cabin fever I get in the winter.
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