Today is my Master's last day at his job. After that he has some offers to consider and one more interview, I think, and he will be making the decision soon, then I will know where I'm going.
His day seems to be going well, I just talked to him, so I thought I'd write about my tasks for the day.
In addition to my normal cooking, cleaning, laundry and animal and child care he gave me a list of tasks for today. It reads:
-10:00 be home for the furnace maintenance person to come. This meant I had to have all the dogs out and then put away before then. Not so hard, but when they didn't show up until 10:40 I was slightly miffed, especially as I was meeting Mystique to go for our walk at 11:30, and I still had to let the dogs out once more before that. (Note: this is the long explanatory version, my list really just said "furnace 10:00".)
- Take the board in the car to the hardware store and get a new one just like it. It ended up being a standard 2 x 6 x 8 footer.
- Air out the tent
-Outside painting
-Call the car shop to make a repair appointment for his car
-Clean window sill and screen frame of the window that is getting replaced
I have not done any outside painting yet, the laundry is not done, the dog poo hasn't been picked up and I really should vacuum upstairs and clean his bathroom...but I did that other stuff and crossed it off my list.
Monday, September 30, 2013
Sunday, September 29, 2013
Uma (Creepy Stalker Paddle) Likes Me!
Yesterday Master said my ass had yet another date with Uma, the smiley paddle. But this time she would just be having fun with me, no punishment. I would be taking a lot more smacks, and a lot harder, than the night before, but it would be FUN.
That is what he said.
It is an entirely different thing for both of us, a paddling vs. a punishment, because of the tone, the emotions, and all the little touches, the warm up, the orgasms, everything Master does along with the paddling which brings up my ability to take more from him and enjoy it.
Uma
This toy has been given a "personality" by the creepy, evil side of my Master. And I mean that in the sweetest and most loving way possible, because, um, I like my ass in one piece, thank you.
She talks.
She whispers.
She threatens.
She laughs and cackles evilly.
Master denies hearing anything from her. Can you say gaslighting?
It really is quite creepy.
But after last night I think she is getting to like me, mostly because I am so fun to beat on, I guess.
When Master came upstairs, I was kneeling prone on the floor, head down, arms stretched out above my head.
"That is what I like", he commented, as he walked around behind me. I heard him pick up something from the toy drawer, then he stuck his foot roughly between my legs to lift my butt higher.
Whap. Whap. Whap. The paddle landed on my butt, over and over, until I really wanted to come. I begged for the orgasm, and he said yes, whereupon I curled up and fell over on my side. He cut it short, pulling me back into position and telling me curtly I didn't have permission to flop down on my side.
More paddling, then he laid me down flat on the floor and kept after my poor sore butt and thighs. There was stroking also, and orgasms, and lots of pain. It was all so delicious. Then he had me spread my legs, and telling me I really ought to have more sympathy for kaya's predicament, he clipped a bunch of clothespins to my cunt lips, then played with them. He paddled me some more, making the pins bounce in a painfully hot way.
He took a Wartenburg wheel to my cunt.
Yeowch. That hurt quite a bit.
He began poking about in my pussy with something not quite as sharp as the wheel, but still not comfortable. I still don't know what it was. I didn't dare ask because I was afraid to find out at the time. But it went in my cunt and it didn't feel good, being all hard and edgy. It might have been a clothespin.
He removed the clothespins, sending more pain down there with the release. There was a lot more paddling. And he wrote a song on my butt. I can't read it there, but if I get him to read it to me it goes like this:
Sprinkle, sprinkle little twat
This is making you so hot.
Down between your loamy thighs,
You will get a big surprise.
Sprinkle, sprinkle little twat,
When I give you a big swat.
He sang me the song repeatedly, paddling the whole time, then giving me a swat between the legs with the paddle at the appropriate time.
Sometimes he used the other end of the paddle, which has a leather string attached, so it was more whippy feeling, along with the smack of the paddle handle.
The whole time, I'm getting the feeling that "Uma" is having a grand old time beating me, and may be getting to like me just a little bit.
Finally when my whole ass felt like one big bruise, he put aside the paddle and clothespins and just fucked me roughly from behind on the floor.
I only woke up once last night, but I woke up in pain, moaning and crying. I woke Master with this noise (not meaning to) and he asked what was wrong. "Just really sore, Master."
I might have dreamed that last bit.
At least there were no creepy voices in the night.
Master's Earn-A-Rope Program
Master beckoned me to follow him upstairs. Once in our room he told me to lie on the bed and spread my legs. With little preamble he took me, thrusting in hard and telling me to come immediately.
He pulled my legs up in the air to rest on his shoulders and thrust in so deep he was hitting the bottom of my insides. This hurt me and I moaned and whimpered.
"Does that hurt, slave?"
"Yes, Master".
"It feels good to me, so suffer".
"Yes, Master".
It hurt, but it was a good, deep, satisfying, intensely erotic kind of pain.
I said I might try to get away from him, and maybe he should tie me up. I really like to be tied up.
He said no.
Then he said we'd play a little game.
His conditions:
If I got away from him, as far as the bedroom door, I could have some rope on me. I do love rope, and it seems like I never get enough of it. This prize seemed way out of reach, as I started the game pinned under his full weight on the bed.
If I didn't get away from him, then he'd win, and no rope for me.
Either way, he'd do whatever he wanted with me; that is just the ground rules.
He gave me a "3,2,1, go" count down and I started to struggle. At first it seemed completely hopeless. I could barely budge. He had both my wrists easily held in his one hand. He used the other hand to jab the pressure point on my inner thigh- that fucking hurts! and it makes my legs spring apart. Such a handy thing for him, isn't it?
I kept squirming, and every time I'd make some progress he'd push in another pressure point or twist a nipple to immobilize me. I tried to get a hold of the hand pressure point on him, but was totally missing it.
"You should at least learn to hit the right spot with that- do you want me to show you?" he asked helpfully.
My self preservation instinct kicked in and I said, "No Master, I don't want to hurt you".
But he showed me the spot again anyway, my pressing it hard on my own hand. Fuck. Ouch.
I squirmed more and managed to slide out from under him on to the floor. He came down right on top of me, still pinning me under him. He had a hold on my wrist. I tried using my hand to lever his thumb back, the way they taught us in self defense class. I couldn't even budge it. I tried to bring his hand close enough to my mouth to bite, but he wasn't falling for that trick (again) and kept it well away.
Then he turned me over and had me completely pinned again. He stuck his finger in my pussy and I lay helpless as he then stuck it in my ass. How humiliating, to be held immobile and then stuck in the butt with a finger just to show how helpless I really was.
He must have released his grip after that, because I continued to squiggle until I got away, and bounced across the room to touch the door.
Immediately I returned to him and knelt at his feet. (Is it possible to gloat while on your knees? Yes, yes it is).
He told me to fetch him a rope. I did. He wrapped a quick chest harness and tied my hands behind my back.
He pushed me to my knees again, my face on the floor, backside up in the air, and he took me, using the harness as a handle to fuck me.
It was painful again, way down deep inside, and I got rug burn on my face and knees, but it was totally worth it. So. Fucking. Good.
He pulled my legs up in the air to rest on his shoulders and thrust in so deep he was hitting the bottom of my insides. This hurt me and I moaned and whimpered.
"Does that hurt, slave?"
"Yes, Master".
"It feels good to me, so suffer".
"Yes, Master".
It hurt, but it was a good, deep, satisfying, intensely erotic kind of pain.
I said I might try to get away from him, and maybe he should tie me up. I really like to be tied up.
He said no.
Then he said we'd play a little game.
His conditions:
If I got away from him, as far as the bedroom door, I could have some rope on me. I do love rope, and it seems like I never get enough of it. This prize seemed way out of reach, as I started the game pinned under his full weight on the bed.
If I didn't get away from him, then he'd win, and no rope for me.
Either way, he'd do whatever he wanted with me; that is just the ground rules.
He gave me a "3,2,1, go" count down and I started to struggle. At first it seemed completely hopeless. I could barely budge. He had both my wrists easily held in his one hand. He used the other hand to jab the pressure point on my inner thigh- that fucking hurts! and it makes my legs spring apart. Such a handy thing for him, isn't it?
I kept squirming, and every time I'd make some progress he'd push in another pressure point or twist a nipple to immobilize me. I tried to get a hold of the hand pressure point on him, but was totally missing it.
"You should at least learn to hit the right spot with that- do you want me to show you?" he asked helpfully.
My self preservation instinct kicked in and I said, "No Master, I don't want to hurt you".
But he showed me the spot again anyway, my pressing it hard on my own hand. Fuck. Ouch.
I squirmed more and managed to slide out from under him on to the floor. He came down right on top of me, still pinning me under him. He had a hold on my wrist. I tried using my hand to lever his thumb back, the way they taught us in self defense class. I couldn't even budge it. I tried to bring his hand close enough to my mouth to bite, but he wasn't falling for that trick (again) and kept it well away.
Then he turned me over and had me completely pinned again. He stuck his finger in my pussy and I lay helpless as he then stuck it in my ass. How humiliating, to be held immobile and then stuck in the butt with a finger just to show how helpless I really was.
He must have released his grip after that, because I continued to squiggle until I got away, and bounced across the room to touch the door.
Immediately I returned to him and knelt at his feet. (Is it possible to gloat while on your knees? Yes, yes it is).
He told me to fetch him a rope. I did. He wrapped a quick chest harness and tied my hands behind my back.
He pushed me to my knees again, my face on the floor, backside up in the air, and he took me, using the harness as a handle to fuck me.
It was painful again, way down deep inside, and I got rug burn on my face and knees, but it was totally worth it. So. Fucking. Good.
Saturday, September 28, 2013
Sleep Fucking
Ok, this was just a really odd thing.
Last night, about 12:30, I went back to bed. Immediately Master was groping me, pulling my nipples, had his hand between my legs. I was tired but willing, and with the hand twiddling me, soon I was more than willing. He had a huge hard on. And I mean that. Huge. I ducked beneath the blankets and took it my mouth. A few minutes later he told me to get it my cunt. I was on top, and he spanked me a bit while I fucked him. He made me cum, by giving me the command, a few times, then he told me "Ok, that's enough" and he rolled me off. I curled up on his arm and went to sleep.
That is not the odd part, though.
This morning I mentioned it to him and he's like "What? We had sex last night?" not teasing me, just honestly confused. He had no idea about any of it, since I guess he'd been asleep through the whole thing.
I asked him if he had any good dreams. Nope. No dreams either.
How very odd.
Last night, about 12:30, I went back to bed. Immediately Master was groping me, pulling my nipples, had his hand between my legs. I was tired but willing, and with the hand twiddling me, soon I was more than willing. He had a huge hard on. And I mean that. Huge. I ducked beneath the blankets and took it my mouth. A few minutes later he told me to get it my cunt. I was on top, and he spanked me a bit while I fucked him. He made me cum, by giving me the command, a few times, then he told me "Ok, that's enough" and he rolled me off. I curled up on his arm and went to sleep.
That is not the odd part, though.
This morning I mentioned it to him and he's like "What? We had sex last night?" not teasing me, just honestly confused. He had no idea about any of it, since I guess he'd been asleep through the whole thing.
I asked him if he had any good dreams. Nope. No dreams either.
How very odd.
Friday, September 27, 2013
Crime and Punishment
I always feel squeamish and guilty talking about actual punishments. Often I completely skip over them in this blog, or write the barest hint. It is not a subject with which I am comfortable at all. There are so many emotions, and I'm always afraid it will come out sounding wrong.
This morning I wrote about the reasons I was due for one. All evening Master had been perfectly pleasant to me, except for the hint every now and then that Uma (the smiley paddle) was going to get me.
This might have been funny except that it wasn't. I was dreading the whole thing, massively.
I went to bed early, had a little nap, and was just about to get up again when Master came in and told me to stay in bed. He went out. I waited. And waited. For over an hour I waited on the bed, not really moving, then I think I fell asleep again, and only woke up in time for him to tell me to put kids to bed and feed the dogs.
After that was all done I came upstairs and he was already in bed. I put my night time collar on and searched the drawer for the paddle. I told him I couldn't find it. He said I should come to bed anyway.
I didn't reply, but I was on edge as I walked to the bed.
"Lie down here" he said. And I did. He seemed half asleep as he told me perhaps the punishment could wait another night. I said nothing, but was thinking fast, my brain spinning those words round and round. Another 24 hours of waiting. Please no. Get it done and be done with it. But I didn't say anything.
"That would be really cruel, wouldn't it?" he said. His voice had a really frighteningly dangerous softness. I felt his touch on my back, and I tensed as if a pan of hot oil was poised over me.
"Making you wait a whole nother day, another day of dreading, that would be cruel, wouldn't it. Slave."
"Yes, Master". I was close to tears already.
"Lie on your stomach." Now I knew. He wasn't going to put it off, he was playing with me. Yes, the little mousie runs between the cat's paws. For now.
WHAP! The paddle came down hard. An unsteady rhythm of hard blows, then he had me put a pillow under my hips for a better angle. More hard blows. Then he gave me the talk, why I was being punished, did I think I deserved it (yes) and how I would do better in the future. Another rain of hard blows. It hurt. A lot.
Then "You are forgiven".
My heart was full of gratitude, and another emotion that I can't name, relief perhaps. No, that's not it exactly either. There was relief, and gratitude, and something else... overwhelming love. I curled up next to him and tried to sleep.
I guess I'd had too many naps though, because an hour later I was still lying there. I started to get up and he woke immediately with
"What are you doing?"
I asked if I could go downstairs because I couldn't sleep and he said yes. So, here I am with my tea, uncomfortable in my chair, but all right with my Master, and waiting to get sleepy again.
This morning I wrote about the reasons I was due for one. All evening Master had been perfectly pleasant to me, except for the hint every now and then that Uma (the smiley paddle) was going to get me.
This might have been funny except that it wasn't. I was dreading the whole thing, massively.
I went to bed early, had a little nap, and was just about to get up again when Master came in and told me to stay in bed. He went out. I waited. And waited. For over an hour I waited on the bed, not really moving, then I think I fell asleep again, and only woke up in time for him to tell me to put kids to bed and feed the dogs.
After that was all done I came upstairs and he was already in bed. I put my night time collar on and searched the drawer for the paddle. I told him I couldn't find it. He said I should come to bed anyway.
I didn't reply, but I was on edge as I walked to the bed.
"Lie down here" he said. And I did. He seemed half asleep as he told me perhaps the punishment could wait another night. I said nothing, but was thinking fast, my brain spinning those words round and round. Another 24 hours of waiting. Please no. Get it done and be done with it. But I didn't say anything.
"That would be really cruel, wouldn't it?" he said. His voice had a really frighteningly dangerous softness. I felt his touch on my back, and I tensed as if a pan of hot oil was poised over me.
"Making you wait a whole nother day, another day of dreading, that would be cruel, wouldn't it. Slave."
"Yes, Master". I was close to tears already.
"Lie on your stomach." Now I knew. He wasn't going to put it off, he was playing with me. Yes, the little mousie runs between the cat's paws. For now.
WHAP! The paddle came down hard. An unsteady rhythm of hard blows, then he had me put a pillow under my hips for a better angle. More hard blows. Then he gave me the talk, why I was being punished, did I think I deserved it (yes) and how I would do better in the future. Another rain of hard blows. It hurt. A lot.
Then "You are forgiven".
My heart was full of gratitude, and another emotion that I can't name, relief perhaps. No, that's not it exactly either. There was relief, and gratitude, and something else... overwhelming love. I curled up next to him and tried to sleep.
I guess I'd had too many naps though, because an hour later I was still lying there. I started to get up and he woke immediately with
"What are you doing?"
I asked if I could go downstairs because I couldn't sleep and he said yes. So, here I am with my tea, uncomfortable in my chair, but all right with my Master, and waiting to get sleepy again.
Getting in Trouble
I did not mean to get in trouble, I really did not. I am heartily sorry for my failure to be prompt and quick, but I still do not know exactly what happened.
I was supposed to fetch the second kid from school and bring him to the dentist. Master was already at the dentist with the first kid. I left there with what seemed like plenty of time, and didn't get back for 45 minutes. We were really, really late for the appointment.
Master said the school is only 5 minutes from the dentist. And I may have waited 5-10 minutes for school to get out rather than interrupt and get him out of class, because I thought it would not make a difference. Somehow it took so long that both the dentist and Master became worried about me, and since she was harassing him every few minutes with "Where are they? I thought they'd be here by now?" by the time I got back Master was furious. First he quietly berated me in the office, then he said he'd drop it for now but there would be my ass to pay later.
Ugh. I was miserable. I don't know where the time went and I swore I had taken no detours or side trips. There was some traffic, but no parades or anything holding me up.
Last night he was too tired to do anything to me, but he's most likely going to punish me tonight.
I was supposed to fetch the second kid from school and bring him to the dentist. Master was already at the dentist with the first kid. I left there with what seemed like plenty of time, and didn't get back for 45 minutes. We were really, really late for the appointment.
Master said the school is only 5 minutes from the dentist. And I may have waited 5-10 minutes for school to get out rather than interrupt and get him out of class, because I thought it would not make a difference. Somehow it took so long that both the dentist and Master became worried about me, and since she was harassing him every few minutes with "Where are they? I thought they'd be here by now?" by the time I got back Master was furious. First he quietly berated me in the office, then he said he'd drop it for now but there would be my ass to pay later.
Ugh. I was miserable. I don't know where the time went and I swore I had taken no detours or side trips. There was some traffic, but no parades or anything holding me up.
Last night he was too tired to do anything to me, but he's most likely going to punish me tonight.
All About the Degradation of the slave
To get the full flavor of this writing, the auditory component is critical. Please listen if you get the chance:
Down In the River
Oh Death
Thursday was a play day for all three of us again. It had been a long time since we had that kind of time together, due to various life reasons for Master and Mystique (not me, my schedule is always clearable).
It started before she arrived with Master wanting me at his feet. He told me to get my collar, cuffs and something sexy on. I picked out a turquoise silk slip, and returned to his feet.
He said he wanted his toenails trimmed so he could stick them in my cunt without scratching me. So I got out the clippers and did his nails, which were huge and scary and scratchy. I really did them well with lots of filing, so that when he had me lie on my back on the floor, legs open, and he his stuck his toes all up in my crotch, it didn't hurt all that much. Toes are still considerably rougher than fingers.
This seems more sick and twisted writing about it than it did actually doing it, but whatever.
I mentioned that I needed to go to pee and asked if he wanted me to go outside. He said only if I were on a leash. He then snapped one of the leather dog leashes to my collar, not even my own chain leash that the dogs don't use, and led me out into the yard. We do live in pretty secluded place, with trees all around.
He pointed to the ground and told me to pee right there. I squatted awkwardly, instantly feeling the humiliation he desired to see washing over me. I peed on the ground, and just as I was finishing he kicked me, knocking me off balance, and I partially fell. He took his turn then, just barely missing me and my silk chemise.
Mystique arrived a few minutes later, looking lovely as always. I tried not to bounce with excitement too much. After I had served her coffee, Master told me to kneel at his feet and tell her what I was hoping for, which gave me an acute attack of embarrassment.
I told her I hoped she had brought her cock (strap on). And then Master pushed me for more, and made me describe exactly what I hoped to have done to me with that item. I squirmed and blushed, kneeling there on the floor, but finally managed to get it out. I'm so much more easily embarrassed in person than I am behind the safety of the computer screen.
He then ordered me to go change into the corset and the crinoline I had worn to our wedding. They fit again- I have lost some weight- maybe not as nicely as they did back when I was 21, but I was pleased that I could get into the corset at all.
Then he took pictures.
To me the collar and cuffs make an odd contrast to the old fashioned look, but oh well, I just do as I am told.
We had some bluegrass/gospel music playing, so that set a certain mood.
Little House on the Prairie meets Deliverance, I'd say.
There was amazing fucking and sucking, and both at once, and swapping holes between my mouth and cunt for both of them. I was primarily bent over the arm of the couch. Mystique beat my feet, which she made me turn soles up and hold that way, while at the same time Master fucked me. He also wanted to try a little flogging from her, but though he said it was ok, and it was just soft and not anything painful, he said it really didn't excite him. I just think it is interesting that he wanted to try it.
I tried to convince him, in a moment of painful enthusiasm (insanity) that he really should let her try the cane. Especially on his inner thighs. That is when it really gets good, I said. He declined.
For me, the softness is just ok also, but as it got harder, and on my tender feet, and then Master switched to my mouth, and she went at me harder, sometimes hitting me right between the cheeks and on my cunt, well, when it really starts to hurt is when it gets exciting. She used the whip on me, and shortly had me begging to come, but I was told no, I had to wait. There is something about a whip. The more it stung me all over, over my ass, between my legs, my back, the more desperate I got for an orgasm. Still just no, though. Just wait, slave, I was told.
They both took turns using some kind of slapper on me (leather maybe? I didn't see it), which hurt and left me with pretty bruises. Also there was quite a bit of punching.
I couldn't see what was going on, having my head in a couch cushion most of the time, and a few times I got scared and tried to fight, when Master would say things like "Oh no, this is going to be bad" in that tone he has, meaning bad for me but fun for him.
I especially got scared of the fire when I heard the click of the lighter, imagining my whole crinoline going up in flames. I should have figured they had it well out of the way of the fire, but I couldn't see, I didn't know, and it scared me. They made me hold still and take it anyway. And I felt the heat, but I didn't go up in flames.
Master was telling me various humiliating things throughout this time, and most of them I don't remember. The ones I do remember I don't want to share.
Then he told me he was going to fuck my ass, made me beg him for that. And I did. He kindly went to get some lube for me.
"Isn't he nice?" I asked Mystique dreamily as she took my cunt again while we waited for him to return.
She went and got the camera, and as he entered my ass she pulled my head up by the hair to get some shots of my pained expressions.
I don't think anyone needs to see that though.
It only hurt just at the beginning this time- the couch arm being the perfect position for me to take it up the duff.
Meanwhile Mystique had that clampy clothespin thing, which she uses to pin her jewelry while she makes it. She had earlier clamped it to my cunt lips for a while, and Master rhapsodized about how he'd like to sew those lips shut sometime.
Just for a day or so.
Just to see.
Eeek, is what I say.
She put it on my nipple, which hurt when it was smacked, then she told me to stick out my tongue. I obeyed, and she clamped it there. Within a few seconds I was ready to give up the keys to the kingdom, or whatever I was being tortured for. Damn that hurt! I drooled. When asked questions I mumbled around the clothespin and drooled some more. Tears were starting to form when she removed it.
Meanwhile, Master thrust in and out of my butt, faster then slower, a feeling so powerful, so painful, both of them humiliating me at the same time. I finally cried, but he kept on going, for a long time, before he stopped and told me to lie on the floor so he could spray cum on me. I find this super hot and kind of degrading, especially the wanton feelings it evokes, of how badly I want so see him cum, lying there all exposed, mouth open to perhaps catch some on my tongue. It makes me feel like a total dirty slut. And I love it.
Down In the River
Oh Death
Thursday was a play day for all three of us again. It had been a long time since we had that kind of time together, due to various life reasons for Master and Mystique (not me, my schedule is always clearable).
It started before she arrived with Master wanting me at his feet. He told me to get my collar, cuffs and something sexy on. I picked out a turquoise silk slip, and returned to his feet.
He said he wanted his toenails trimmed so he could stick them in my cunt without scratching me. So I got out the clippers and did his nails, which were huge and scary and scratchy. I really did them well with lots of filing, so that when he had me lie on my back on the floor, legs open, and he his stuck his toes all up in my crotch, it didn't hurt all that much. Toes are still considerably rougher than fingers.
This seems more sick and twisted writing about it than it did actually doing it, but whatever.
I mentioned that I needed to go to pee and asked if he wanted me to go outside. He said only if I were on a leash. He then snapped one of the leather dog leashes to my collar, not even my own chain leash that the dogs don't use, and led me out into the yard. We do live in pretty secluded place, with trees all around.
He pointed to the ground and told me to pee right there. I squatted awkwardly, instantly feeling the humiliation he desired to see washing over me. I peed on the ground, and just as I was finishing he kicked me, knocking me off balance, and I partially fell. He took his turn then, just barely missing me and my silk chemise.
Mystique arrived a few minutes later, looking lovely as always. I tried not to bounce with excitement too much. After I had served her coffee, Master told me to kneel at his feet and tell her what I was hoping for, which gave me an acute attack of embarrassment.
I told her I hoped she had brought her cock (strap on). And then Master pushed me for more, and made me describe exactly what I hoped to have done to me with that item. I squirmed and blushed, kneeling there on the floor, but finally managed to get it out. I'm so much more easily embarrassed in person than I am behind the safety of the computer screen.
He then ordered me to go change into the corset and the crinoline I had worn to our wedding. They fit again- I have lost some weight- maybe not as nicely as they did back when I was 21, but I was pleased that I could get into the corset at all.
Then he took pictures.
To me the collar and cuffs make an odd contrast to the old fashioned look, but oh well, I just do as I am told.
We had some bluegrass/gospel music playing, so that set a certain mood.
Little House on the Prairie meets Deliverance, I'd say.
There was amazing fucking and sucking, and both at once, and swapping holes between my mouth and cunt for both of them. I was primarily bent over the arm of the couch. Mystique beat my feet, which she made me turn soles up and hold that way, while at the same time Master fucked me. He also wanted to try a little flogging from her, but though he said it was ok, and it was just soft and not anything painful, he said it really didn't excite him. I just think it is interesting that he wanted to try it.
I tried to convince him, in a moment of painful enthusiasm (insanity) that he really should let her try the cane. Especially on his inner thighs. That is when it really gets good, I said. He declined.
For me, the softness is just ok also, but as it got harder, and on my tender feet, and then Master switched to my mouth, and she went at me harder, sometimes hitting me right between the cheeks and on my cunt, well, when it really starts to hurt is when it gets exciting. She used the whip on me, and shortly had me begging to come, but I was told no, I had to wait. There is something about a whip. The more it stung me all over, over my ass, between my legs, my back, the more desperate I got for an orgasm. Still just no, though. Just wait, slave, I was told.
They both took turns using some kind of slapper on me (leather maybe? I didn't see it), which hurt and left me with pretty bruises. Also there was quite a bit of punching.
I couldn't see what was going on, having my head in a couch cushion most of the time, and a few times I got scared and tried to fight, when Master would say things like "Oh no, this is going to be bad" in that tone he has, meaning bad for me but fun for him.
I especially got scared of the fire when I heard the click of the lighter, imagining my whole crinoline going up in flames. I should have figured they had it well out of the way of the fire, but I couldn't see, I didn't know, and it scared me. They made me hold still and take it anyway. And I felt the heat, but I didn't go up in flames.
Master was telling me various humiliating things throughout this time, and most of them I don't remember. The ones I do remember I don't want to share.
Then he told me he was going to fuck my ass, made me beg him for that. And I did. He kindly went to get some lube for me.
"Isn't he nice?" I asked Mystique dreamily as she took my cunt again while we waited for him to return.
She went and got the camera, and as he entered my ass she pulled my head up by the hair to get some shots of my pained expressions.
I don't think anyone needs to see that though.
It only hurt just at the beginning this time- the couch arm being the perfect position for me to take it up the duff.
Meanwhile Mystique had that clampy clothespin thing, which she uses to pin her jewelry while she makes it. She had earlier clamped it to my cunt lips for a while, and Master rhapsodized about how he'd like to sew those lips shut sometime.
Just for a day or so.
Just to see.
Eeek, is what I say.
She put it on my nipple, which hurt when it was smacked, then she told me to stick out my tongue. I obeyed, and she clamped it there. Within a few seconds I was ready to give up the keys to the kingdom, or whatever I was being tortured for. Damn that hurt! I drooled. When asked questions I mumbled around the clothespin and drooled some more. Tears were starting to form when she removed it.
Meanwhile, Master thrust in and out of my butt, faster then slower, a feeling so powerful, so painful, both of them humiliating me at the same time. I finally cried, but he kept on going, for a long time, before he stopped and told me to lie on the floor so he could spray cum on me. I find this super hot and kind of degrading, especially the wanton feelings it evokes, of how badly I want so see him cum, lying there all exposed, mouth open to perhaps catch some on my tongue. It makes me feel like a total dirty slut. And I love it.
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