I don't want to brag too much, but I think the party we threw was pretty awesome. Of course, this has mainly to do with the people that come and play and just in general make the atmosphere a good one. There were a few tears, but they were intentionally wrought.
I got played with hard in multiple sessions, with Master and others, so I woke up good and sore, reaching for my ibuprofen. I also had some extremely hot girly sexytimes.
That is all I'm going to say about that :).
We did FLAMING COOTER OF DEATH! and I survived. All three times. Barely. My nipples also got a flaming treatment from flash cotton.
We had two couples (and four extra dogs!) from out of town spend the night, so in the morning I made a breakfast bacon and eggs, zucchini bread and some fruit.
And two pots of coffee: it was a late night.
Sunday, August 7, 2016
Saturday, August 6, 2016
Party Today
I'm getting ready to have people over for a party tonight. Cleaning (all week), baking (yesterday) and setting up equipment.
Master left me with a little tease before he went to work. I had gone up to keep him company while he dressed. In the past this used to be a regular thing but it had stopped because he started sending me back down right away. But this week, the past three days he had ordered me to come up with him, to kneel on the floor or perhaps spread my cunt for him. So, naturally, today I went up without being asked. He was doing exercises for his shoulder, and told me to kneel at his feet, naked. My eyes were level with his crotch and I couldn't help giving some significant glances. He knew what I was hungry for, and he told me to wait.
When he was done with stretching he told me to lie on the floor on my stomach over there, pointing to a spot. I crawled over and lay down. He took his old heavy leather belt, here:
and snapped it at me a few times, hitting me in the small of the back, ass and thighs. He commented that it's not really a snappy belt, too heavy, so he doubled it over and gave me six or so hard ones as I moaned and wiggled, then let me get up.
I put a robe on. I was pulling some pieces to the spanking bench out from under the bed when he lifted my robe, gently stroked my thighs, my lips.
I moaned with longing. Such a tease.
He let me suck his cock and then told me to lie on my back and stick three fingers in my cunt. Hurry! I rammed them on in and he drew back his foot. Master kicked me several times on the hand, flattening my hand against my clit, driving the fingers deeper. He told me to come. It was amazing. He got me up to my knees, and stuck just the tip of his cock into my cunt as I knelt head down on the floor. It felt so good, but I wanted it deep. That wasn't happening; he headed off to work after letting me suck him clean and then using my hair to wipe himself dry. So now I will just have to wait. Ready to seriously party (and I don't mean drink). Whine, whine.
Master left me with a little tease before he went to work. I had gone up to keep him company while he dressed. In the past this used to be a regular thing but it had stopped because he started sending me back down right away. But this week, the past three days he had ordered me to come up with him, to kneel on the floor or perhaps spread my cunt for him. So, naturally, today I went up without being asked. He was doing exercises for his shoulder, and told me to kneel at his feet, naked. My eyes were level with his crotch and I couldn't help giving some significant glances. He knew what I was hungry for, and he told me to wait.
When he was done with stretching he told me to lie on the floor on my stomach over there, pointing to a spot. I crawled over and lay down. He took his old heavy leather belt, here:
and snapped it at me a few times, hitting me in the small of the back, ass and thighs. He commented that it's not really a snappy belt, too heavy, so he doubled it over and gave me six or so hard ones as I moaned and wiggled, then let me get up.
I put a robe on. I was pulling some pieces to the spanking bench out from under the bed when he lifted my robe, gently stroked my thighs, my lips.
I moaned with longing. Such a tease.
He let me suck his cock and then told me to lie on my back and stick three fingers in my cunt. Hurry! I rammed them on in and he drew back his foot. Master kicked me several times on the hand, flattening my hand against my clit, driving the fingers deeper. He told me to come. It was amazing. He got me up to my knees, and stuck just the tip of his cock into my cunt as I knelt head down on the floor. It felt so good, but I wanted it deep. That wasn't happening; he headed off to work after letting me suck him clean and then using my hair to wipe himself dry. So now I will just have to wait. Ready to seriously party (and I don't mean drink). Whine, whine.
Friday, August 5, 2016
The Kids Are Away, the Grown Ups Will Play
Master spent at least three hours playing with me last night. The first hour was basically me giving him footrubs and sucking his cock while he played on the computer. Then I got my ass paddled HARD, which is still hurting pleasantly. After that he hypnotized me, I lost track of time, he did many things to me, including burning me with hot letters (felt burning anyway, I know it was all in my mind) and had me do all sorts of things to him as well. One of them near the end had me in emotional conflict and I started to cry. It was a conditioning sort of training. I stayed up late after Master went to bed, taking care of dogs. In the morning he had me sucking his cock again, a little bit of fucking and then he pulled my legs up high to rub his dick against my butthole. Oh! He rolled me over roughly and shoved the tip in, without lube. But then he stopped without going past that. He got up and told me to get myself one more last orgasm (I'd had a few!). That last one took a long time, but I made it!
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VLnYPXTs9LY
Before he left for work he gave me a smacking with his heavy leather belt. Ahhhhh....
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VLnYPXTs9LY
Before he left for work he gave me a smacking with his heavy leather belt. Ahhhhh....
Thursday, August 4, 2016
Cruel, cruel Master
What with traveling, the hot weather in the south, and not feeling well last week, this has been a very poor week for the Fitbit and me and walking.
Trying to get back in step, I made it a goal to reach my 10,000 steps yesterday before I had my dessert, and of course I told Master about my goal.
I served him dinner, standing beside him wearing only my collar, because I had eaten earlier. He asked for cake and ice cream, and I didn't even lick the knife after cutting a slice. He went back for seconds, calling me over so he could show me up close as he took one more bite of my birthday cake.
How delicious it looked and smelled. Spice cake with penuche icing, my favorite. He did not offer me his fingers to lick.
We went for a short walk, during which the wristband buzzed at me to indicate !goal reached! As soon as we got back I went to dish myself up a helping of cake and he asked if I wanted to hear something funny.
Deeply suspicious, I said yes anyway.
"No cake for you!"
And then he laughed as my face fell and I tried to adjust to this new reality of no cake happening. But he was just teasing me and I was allowed to get my cake after all.
Cruel, mean Master!
Trying to get back in step, I made it a goal to reach my 10,000 steps yesterday before I had my dessert, and of course I told Master about my goal.
I served him dinner, standing beside him wearing only my collar, because I had eaten earlier. He asked for cake and ice cream, and I didn't even lick the knife after cutting a slice. He went back for seconds, calling me over so he could show me up close as he took one more bite of my birthday cake.
How delicious it looked and smelled. Spice cake with penuche icing, my favorite. He did not offer me his fingers to lick.
We went for a short walk, during which the wristband buzzed at me to indicate !goal reached! As soon as we got back I went to dish myself up a helping of cake and he asked if I wanted to hear something funny.
Deeply suspicious, I said yes anyway.
"No cake for you!"
And then he laughed as my face fell and I tried to adjust to this new reality of no cake happening. But he was just teasing me and I was allowed to get my cake after all.
Cruel, mean Master!
Wednesday, August 3, 2016
Too Nice
I'm really waffling about writing this post. How much is too much to share? I guess I'll find out after I write it.
I woke up in the middle of a sex dream. Master woke up desiring to use me, and before I was completely awake he was licking me. I wasn't ready for that. I couldn't enjoy it but I couldn't push him away, since I have been corrected for that too many times. I lay still. He asked if I liked it. "No, Master." He stopped. He fucked me, but I couldn't come. I think he was being too nice to me, I think I needed painful things to happen, but I couldn't say what was on my mind. Because I wasn't sure.
When he told me to get the vibrator I asked if I could get up to go pee, because worrying about that that wasn't helping me get on with the sexytimes. He let me go, then when I came back he began telling me humiliating stories, things that he might make me do, with people that I don't like. Hell, things I already had done on his orders, and ended up liking them just for the reason of being obedient to my Master. I had already done those things, and the thought of doing them again filled me with shame, a really hot shame. This wasn't too nice at all. The humiliation of what he described compounded with the humiliation of my having enjoyed it. And enjoying now even as I hated it. I was so close. I begged for an orgasm. He told me to wait. I released all the tension that had built up for an orgasm because otherwise there was no way I could wait. A few seconds later he told me to come, but I don't know if you have ever tried to come just after getting rid of all those feelings? It didn't work, and I could have cried from frustration. Damn you, uncooperative body. Sometimes I can hang out at the balance point of not quite coming and sometimes I can't. In this case, it was a "no".
But only for a short time. Soon I was there again and coming hard several times.
Master fucked me from behind then stopped. He wasn't going to come. But when he started touching his cock again I couldn't resist crawling down there and opening my mouth. I sucked and licked and touched until he exploded in my mouth. I got it all over when he pushed me away. Just another Wednesday morning with spooge in my hair. I licked up some that had spilled on him.
I made his breakfast, and then he was feeling sick again, when he had been better most of yesterday, and obviously, while he was fucking me. But he went to work anyway. I went to open the gate for his car wearing my robe and leather collar. He looked like he should be in bed, poor Master.
After he left I started playing again. I put down a towel and put on some red lace panties that are really too small for me. I'm not sure what I was thinking when I bought those. They would work. I took some pictures and imagined showing them to my Master when he got home, which excited me. I touched myself. Soon the panties were soaked. I took more pictures. I wanted to come right then, but I held off. I took a dildo and stuck it inside, taking pictures of that too. I was soaking the towel I had put down now. I lay down in the puddle, imagining some very nasty things being done to me. I stroked my cunt again. I got out the vibrator but only used it in 2-3 second bursts, not letting myself come. I stuck the dildo back inside and used the tight panties to keep it from falling out. I took the camera and went out in the yard. I took more pictures in an area well screened by barn and lilacs. Then I went back upstairs, took a few more pictures and let myself come finally. It didn't really help much though. I still would like to do more, but am not allowed unless I can ask first.
Later: I got in touch with Master and asked him. He said yes! I orgasmed 4 more times, one right after the other with no breaks. It was insane. I think I'm hypersexed today. I'm going to take a shower and try to think about other things.
I woke up in the middle of a sex dream. Master woke up desiring to use me, and before I was completely awake he was licking me. I wasn't ready for that. I couldn't enjoy it but I couldn't push him away, since I have been corrected for that too many times. I lay still. He asked if I liked it. "No, Master." He stopped. He fucked me, but I couldn't come. I think he was being too nice to me, I think I needed painful things to happen, but I couldn't say what was on my mind. Because I wasn't sure.
When he told me to get the vibrator I asked if I could get up to go pee, because worrying about that that wasn't helping me get on with the sexytimes. He let me go, then when I came back he began telling me humiliating stories, things that he might make me do, with people that I don't like. Hell, things I already had done on his orders, and ended up liking them just for the reason of being obedient to my Master. I had already done those things, and the thought of doing them again filled me with shame, a really hot shame. This wasn't too nice at all. The humiliation of what he described compounded with the humiliation of my having enjoyed it. And enjoying now even as I hated it. I was so close. I begged for an orgasm. He told me to wait. I released all the tension that had built up for an orgasm because otherwise there was no way I could wait. A few seconds later he told me to come, but I don't know if you have ever tried to come just after getting rid of all those feelings? It didn't work, and I could have cried from frustration. Damn you, uncooperative body. Sometimes I can hang out at the balance point of not quite coming and sometimes I can't. In this case, it was a "no".
But only for a short time. Soon I was there again and coming hard several times.
Master fucked me from behind then stopped. He wasn't going to come. But when he started touching his cock again I couldn't resist crawling down there and opening my mouth. I sucked and licked and touched until he exploded in my mouth. I got it all over when he pushed me away. Just another Wednesday morning with spooge in my hair. I licked up some that had spilled on him.
I made his breakfast, and then he was feeling sick again, when he had been better most of yesterday, and obviously, while he was fucking me. But he went to work anyway. I went to open the gate for his car wearing my robe and leather collar. He looked like he should be in bed, poor Master.
After he left I started playing again. I put down a towel and put on some red lace panties that are really too small for me. I'm not sure what I was thinking when I bought those. They would work. I took some pictures and imagined showing them to my Master when he got home, which excited me. I touched myself. Soon the panties were soaked. I took more pictures. I wanted to come right then, but I held off. I took a dildo and stuck it inside, taking pictures of that too. I was soaking the towel I had put down now. I lay down in the puddle, imagining some very nasty things being done to me. I stroked my cunt again. I got out the vibrator but only used it in 2-3 second bursts, not letting myself come. I stuck the dildo back inside and used the tight panties to keep it from falling out. I took the camera and went out in the yard. I took more pictures in an area well screened by barn and lilacs. Then I went back upstairs, took a few more pictures and let myself come finally. It didn't really help much though. I still would like to do more, but am not allowed unless I can ask first.
Later: I got in touch with Master and asked him. He said yes! I orgasmed 4 more times, one right after the other with no breaks. It was insane. I think I'm hypersexed today. I'm going to take a shower and try to think about other things.
Tuesday, August 2, 2016
TMI Tuesday
TMI Tuesday blog
1. Your thoughts–is oral sex cheating on your partner?
If they haven't agreed to you doing such things with other people, then yes, absolutely it would be cheating.
2. What is cheating to you?
Having sexual contact with others without the agreement of the other person/people in your relationship that such contact is allowed. I don't see looking at porn or other such impersonal activities as cheating.
3. Does your partner know you masturbate? What do they think about that?
He allows me to masturbate, but if he is home I have to ask him first. He likes me to masturbate to keep the edge off, but he also likes it to be under his control. We both have a strong kink for taking/giving up control respectively. If he's not home I'm allowed to use my vibrator to orgasm once a day, but then if I wanted to do it more I'd have to ask. Sometimes he orders me to masturbate in front of him so he can watch. Other times he specifically forbids me from masturbating.
4. Think about the best sex you’ve ever had. Why do you consider it the best, what makes it so?
The passion. All the times that have been the very best have been extremely passionate, sweeping me away in emotion. There is pain, humiliation, fear: all the extreme emotions combine to make it passionate and lustful. There is no one best time. There have been many best times.
5. When you have nightmares, do you call out someone’s name?
No, I don't think so.
6. When you’re having an orgasm, do you scream a name?
If it is really intense I swear quietly. "Fuck &^*%*(&^*&^ owww god damn it"etc. or else I just moan quietly. I don't scream though, too conditioned to having quiet sex, I guess.
Bonus: Which best fits your usual reason for masturbating:
a. Boredom
b. Stress relief
c. Saw someone/something sexy and you need to act out a sexual fantasy
d. It’s just what I do
I would say "d". It is kind of a routine for me.
1. Your thoughts–is oral sex cheating on your partner?
If they haven't agreed to you doing such things with other people, then yes, absolutely it would be cheating.
2. What is cheating to you?
Having sexual contact with others without the agreement of the other person/people in your relationship that such contact is allowed. I don't see looking at porn or other such impersonal activities as cheating.
3. Does your partner know you masturbate? What do they think about that?
He allows me to masturbate, but if he is home I have to ask him first. He likes me to masturbate to keep the edge off, but he also likes it to be under his control. We both have a strong kink for taking/giving up control respectively. If he's not home I'm allowed to use my vibrator to orgasm once a day, but then if I wanted to do it more I'd have to ask. Sometimes he orders me to masturbate in front of him so he can watch. Other times he specifically forbids me from masturbating.
4. Think about the best sex you’ve ever had. Why do you consider it the best, what makes it so?
The passion. All the times that have been the very best have been extremely passionate, sweeping me away in emotion. There is pain, humiliation, fear: all the extreme emotions combine to make it passionate and lustful. There is no one best time. There have been many best times.
5. When you have nightmares, do you call out someone’s name?
No, I don't think so.
6. When you’re having an orgasm, do you scream a name?
If it is really intense I swear quietly. "Fuck &^*%*(&^*&^ owww god damn it"etc. or else I just moan quietly. I don't scream though, too conditioned to having quiet sex, I guess.
Bonus: Which best fits your usual reason for masturbating:
a. Boredom
b. Stress relief
c. Saw someone/something sexy and you need to act out a sexual fantasy
d. It’s just what I do
I would say "d". It is kind of a routine for me.
Monday, August 1, 2016
Trip and Party
The trip went better than I was afraid of, in spite of me ending up at the urgent care clinic on Friday for an infection in my gum. This was not a fun way to spend my birthday. However, I got my antibiotics with no fuss and was on my way again, and feeling much better by Saturday when I had to drive to Iowa. It was hot, but not as hot as it could have been. The trip to Iowa took me 7 hours because I stopped a few times along the way to walk around and exercise the dogs.
Master and I met up with some people there, and we had a nice time visiting with them and meeting their pets. :)
The kids, of course, stayed with their grandparents, so Master and I have a few weeks of kid free debauchery planned. It started Saturday and Sunday and will continue when he feels better. He's got a nasty fever today.
But Saturday was great. I was the first one naked at the party, as usual. I was ordered to sit on the floor rubbing his feet until he told me to fetch some ropes. Master tied me up and flogged me, ending up with some punching. I must have been pretty subspaced because it didn't seem to hurt that much but my sides are bruised from the flogger wrapping.
In the morning I told him it was good that my mouth was better or I wouldn't have been able to open it enough to please him. He said he would have made it open up anyway! Then I was doubly glad I wasn't sore there any more.
When we got home he had me put the butt plug in and then caned me. We spent several hours fucking and napping, and it was pure bliss.
After I made dinner, it was time to work on getting the garden back into shape. I hadn't even been out there in over a week, maybe two, so there were a lot of weeds to pull and some frighteningly overgrown zucchini. Master had me strip at the end and whipped me, while taking pictures. That was the fun part!
Master and I met up with some people there, and we had a nice time visiting with them and meeting their pets. :)
The kids, of course, stayed with their grandparents, so Master and I have a few weeks of kid free debauchery planned. It started Saturday and Sunday and will continue when he feels better. He's got a nasty fever today.
But Saturday was great. I was the first one naked at the party, as usual. I was ordered to sit on the floor rubbing his feet until he told me to fetch some ropes. Master tied me up and flogged me, ending up with some punching. I must have been pretty subspaced because it didn't seem to hurt that much but my sides are bruised from the flogger wrapping.
In the morning I told him it was good that my mouth was better or I wouldn't have been able to open it enough to please him. He said he would have made it open up anyway! Then I was doubly glad I wasn't sore there any more.
When we got home he had me put the butt plug in and then caned me. We spent several hours fucking and napping, and it was pure bliss.
After I made dinner, it was time to work on getting the garden back into shape. I hadn't even been out there in over a week, maybe two, so there were a lot of weeds to pull and some frighteningly overgrown zucchini. Master had me strip at the end and whipped me, while taking pictures. That was the fun part!
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