Double or Nothing

Master had an interview yesterday, but got home hours before the kids.  
I put on the silk with the broken strap.   It was still broken from when he'd torn it and I never remembered to sew it up.   Nevermind, I thought, having one side falling down, thus exposing a breast, is no real detriment in this case.  

I also put my leather collar on when he called to let me know he was on the way home.

Immediately on getting home he put on some porn and had me suck him while kneeling between his legs.  After a while he sent me to fetch the long cutting board with the handle, which is actually a really handy kitchen paddle.  I wiped my smeary, damp face as I crossed the kitchen and found the board. 

He spanked me with it, then briefly took me just to give his cock some flavor.  I went back to sucking as he commanded.  He pulled my head down hard on his cock and made me come.  We went on this way paddling/sucking/fucking/a lot more sucking until he was ready to take me upstairs. 

Once in the bedroom, he shoved me onto the floor on my stomach, and entered me.   He wanted me to fight back.  He told me in a dark voice to say things, to protest against him taking me...

He likes me fighting, he likes forcing me and subduing me, making me helpless.   He doesn't like me to give up too easily, which I tend to do.  Sometimes I need incentive. 

Once he was inside me he told me I had to escape or all I was going to get was a load of cum in my mouth, no beating, no more sex for now.
 Also, I had to do it by the time he counted to one hundred.

"One. Ten. A hundred," He said.   I hadn't even begun to struggle.  I still had one arm pinned under my body and he held the other one behind my back.   Talk about your starting disadvantages.

"You cheated!" I accused.

"No, I counted exponentially" he replied, smirking.

"That IS cheating", I declared.

So he started counting the right way.  You know, where two comes after one.  He now had my nipple pinned between his fingers, making my struggles painful.    I pushed and shoved at him and he grabbed my wrists.   Now my nipple was safe so I was able to buck and squirm enough to partially escape.   I wasn't completely away but it was enough to count.  I'm sure he wanted me to win, because when he really tries, I just can't.  He has too many tricks at his disposal.

He spanked me hard with his hand, then asked what one thing I would want for my prize for escaping.   I briefly considered things like "Trip to Disneyland" or "I have always wanted to see Bora Bora", before deciding that he probably meant something for play right here and now.  

"I can't think of just one thing I want.  I want to do what you want", I said.  I hadn't expected to win a prize.
 
"Double or nothing then", he ordered.   

"But first, roll on your back."  I did.  He began fucking me and pinned my arms before beginning his counting, non exponentially.   

I escaped again!  Yay me!  I win!  

After spanking me even harder this time, he said I could pick two things that we would do now. 

I asked to be tied up and whipped. 

"And what else?" he inquired.

"Isn't that two things?"

"No, you get one more," he said.  So generous.

I said the first thing that came into my head.

"I want to play rape again, but no triple or nothing". 

He took me again, violent against my struggles, hitting me wherever he could reach.   Once I was finally fucked into submission he lifted me up, stood my on my feet, and tied me into a rope harness, tying my wrist cuffs to my waist in front, rather like a shackled prisoner. Except that the rope between my legs painfully pinched my still sore pussy.

Then he held up two implements and told me to choose which he would start with.  I indicated the crop with my nose.   He deliberately set the crop down and began beating me with the other thing- the strigil.  Your choices don't matter.  But you still have to make them.  

He pushed me to the ground on my knees.  I teetered awkwardly forward.   My head was on the floor because of my hands being fastened to my waist. 

He cropped me in earnest on the backs of my thighs.  
Ow. Ow. Ow.   I think I cried.  Maybe.  Anyway, it really hurt bad.

Master stood me up again.   He got out the whip, the short one. 

"You know, most people would ask NOT to be whipped for their reward,"  he commented.

"Most people don't like whipping, though" was my answer.  I hoped it didn't sound too smart assed.  

And I loved it.  Every last welt-leaving stroke.  He switched from the short whip to the bull whip, that one that I made for him.
 I could feel the streaks growing down the backs of my thighs.  Sometime it would wrap the sides of my waist.  Ohhhh, I wanted to cum badly, but I waited.

More stripes down the backs of my legs. A hard one just at the edge of my butt crack made me yelp and dance.   He stepped forward, held me, and told me to come, which I did.

Then Master untied me and got me on the bed, positioning me between his legs.  He alternated having me suck and fuck, then he let me put the Hitachi on my cunt.   I was sucking him while using the vibrator. 

He pinched my nose shut.  I couldn't breath at all, with his cock filling my mouth, unable or unwilling to back off of it, I'm not sure.

He held me that way for who knows how long, pulling my head down, bobbing my head to pleasure himself in my mouth, my brain pounding with the need for air, my cunt throbbing on the wand with the need for orgasm.  

He let go and gave the order to come all at once.  I completely exploded in ecstacy.  It was blazingly, shatteringly good.   

You know how there have been five great orgasms since 1642 B.C. ... (before then couples hooked thumbs.) And the precise rating of orgasms is a terribly difficult thing, often leading to great controversy...Well, this one left them all behind.

Then he was pulling my head down again on his cock and pinching my nose again.  I don't even know anything after that, but I think there was a lot more of the same.

Eventually he rolled me over on to my stomach and fingered my ass.  He stuck his cock in it, which hurt like fiery devils.  I squirmed away.

"No, no, no Master, no," I begged.  Pointlessly of course.

He held me down, told me to breath deeply, fingered me once more, then fucked my ass until he came. 

I like Mondays.  

 

Relaxing at Night

We had a very full weekend and my holes got thoroughly fucked- six times!  Thanks to Master, last night my pussy was so sore that every time he touched it I was wincing and shrinking away.  I think he was having fun poking me and then say "Oh, did that hurt?  Is the cunny cunt sore?"   And then I would make faces (shooting daggers? pouts? some of each?) before saying "Yes, Master, sore".

He said he'd give me the night off anyway, because he was tired.  We headed up to bed, but then he thought a nice flogging might relax him, so I got naked and got in position.  The flogging was really light, except for sometimes, but then he used the whip and the cane some, and even the belt.  Finally he took the cane and stuck it between my legs, then lifted up, hard.  I squeaked and grabbed him, trying to get up on my toes to avoid the stick. 

Which did not work.  At all.

He took the cane away, and pulled my hair back, lifting my face, to kiss me.

"Good slave" he said.

Now he was all relaxed and ready for bed.   

 

Bad Orgasm

Bad Orgasm
Can there be such a thing?  Yes, if Master tortures you while forcing you to cum!

Today, after some really hot morning sex, and apropos of nothing, little slave girl said to Master, "I know what your thinking about now!"

I looked at her with bemusement, so she continued, "You're thinking about blowing on my tummy!"

As you all know this is something I love, and she hates.  I replied that I wasn't thinking about it then, but now I was, but this time it was going to be interesting.  I know about ksst's desire to service multiple cocks at the same time.  Not even men, or guys, just their cocks; to be surrounded by hard cocks, demanding her attention, and getting them off in in all her holes, their cum splattering ksst's face, tits, and belly.  I proceded to describe ksst tied on her back on a spanking bench, surrounded by hard cocks, covered and dripping with cum, and  forced to get them off, but not allowed to cum until someone blew on her tummy.  "What do you think of that?"  I asked.  "Whatever Master wants."  she replied, but I looked at her face and just laughed.  The shock and horror were clearly visible.

"I can make you cum when someone blows on your tummy."  I now asserted.  "I can make that your trigger!"  Then I started giving ksst the hand sign to orgasm while nibbling on her nipples.  The jutted hard from her chest, and she  had a huge orgasm.  See, I said, a huge orgasm while I was blowing on your tummy!  Foolishly, little ksst replied, "But you didn't blow on my tummy."  I took this as a further challenge and began sucking on her tits and nipples, nibbling on her tummy, and licking her navel without blowing while giving ksst the hand signal to orgasm over and over again.  You want to be a pirate princess?  I asked, well after being fucked by the entire crew, they all get to blow on your tummy.  "Count the tummy blows!"  and he blew 4 times on my stomach in rapid succession.  Only 200 crewmen I chortled.  196 tummy blows to go!

ksst was now seriously squirming and wiggling, but I had ordered her to hold on to the headboard's spindles, so she was helpless.  Finally, I nibbled and kissed all around her belly button while she wiggled and moaned starting, but not completing, the signal to orgasm.  With a huge raspberry on her belly, I closed my fist triggering an orgasm that lasted almost a minute.  A bad orgasm.

DM

Pirate Whore

Master sent me upstairs to wait for him.  I thought he'd be awhile longer than he was, so I was on the bed when he came in.

"Why aren't you kneeling on the floor waiting for me, is this some sort of slave revolt?"

"No, Master, I was working on a fantasy story I'm writing."

This still wasn't very acceptable, but was better than just being in revolt.  He spanked me and laid on top of me as I lay on my stomach, pressing me down. 

"You're wearing too much". 

I pushed up to my knees and removed my robe.  He pressed me down again and entered me from behind.  He held my wrists pinned.  He whispered threats in my ear.   My head hung over the side of the bed.  I pushed my ass up into him to receive him eagerly.

Eventually I ended up tied spread eagled on the bed while he cropped most of my body.  It is such a different, more helpless feeling to be tied down well during the beating than just being expected to lie still.  I found that my definition of "lying still" the way I normally do it was nothing like as still as I had to be this time.   When he hit my cunt I couldn't close my legs.  I could try, but ineffectually.   When he hit my face or stomach I couldn't flap my hands in the way.  I could turn the other cheek but that just left the other cheek to be smacked.   I was open.  Exposed.  Totally vulnerable.  

He knelt over my face and told me to beg him not to rape me.   I did, really getting into my part of the innocent maiden captured by pirates.  Role playing can be fun.  He slapped me, and threatened to make it a lot worse if I didn't obey.  He grabbed my chin and turned my head back to him, forced his cock down my throat.  

He face fucked me as I lay tied, going down my throat until I couldn't breath, then backing out a second while I gulped some air.

He moved down between my legs.  I begged some more, pleading most earnestly not to be a "ruined woman".   He made more vile threats.  He said I'd be so degraded that even being a whore would be a step up.  Men would see me in the street and just fuck me right there, without asking or paying, and I would thank them for noticing me.   Then I was begging him to take me away with his pirate band to be the crew whore, and not to leave me on the streets like that.  

He made no promises, but slapped my face and tits, and fucked me instead.     

He fucked me long and hard with many things- the anal beads in my ass, the handle of a paddle, his fingers, his cock.  I must have had over a dozen or two orgasms but I didn't count them.  

And that was only the first session of the day.   Later on he would fuck me twice more.   

I may be happiest "ruined woman/pirate whore" around.  :)

A Whole Lot of Fantasy

The last few days I have had a whole series of fantasies floating around in my head.  They are kind of begging to be written, but at the same time, I don't really want to let them out.  They are almost a romantic little treasure floating around half formed.  But if I wrote one down, it would be fully formed, set in print would lose some of the romance of being unformed.  

Most of them involve going on a road trip to visit people and the kinky events that ensue...


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Last night it was very good to have Master home again.  We made sweet tender love in the deep of night.  Ok, really, it started sweet but then we got to the good parts of tit-and face-slapping/his fist trying to get in my mouth/hard pounding/spanking sexy good times. 

At 5:00 I was woken up by his alarm, and him telling me to get up.  Before I could move he was on top of me, nudging my legs apart with his knee and entering me, no preamble necessary.

I was reading a thing on Fet yesterday about "How do you set the mood?"   

This is pretty much it.  I'm awake, I'm in the mood.   

Then I got up and made breakfast.

Just waiting....

...for Master to get home.  He's been gone since early Tuesday morning, which seems like an eternity.   I get to talk to him a few times a day, for a few minutes, but since mostly he's working or sleeping, not much more than that. 

I should probably pick up the kitchen a little bit- it is pretty much a disaster from cooking dinner and with boots and shoes all over the place.   I did the vacuuming and sweeping and cleaned the bathroom earlier.  Yesterday I cleaned Master's bathroom thoroughly.   

Tomorrow is my therapist appointment, and I talked to Master last night about what I was going to say right at first.  He even had me write it down in case I get tongue tied.  I can just give the person the note.  I really am the worst at this talking to strangers about personal stuff.   Too bad I can't just have them read my blog.  I feel more like I'm going to be on trial than I'm going to have them help me.   Argh.   I worry about stuff too much. 

Kink of the Week- Dildos

Dildos- What Can I Say?

I do not have a dildo.  What, what?  
What, you say?  
How can that be? 

It just happens that Master never bought me one, so I don't have a plain dildo of any sort, that's all.   

I have a couple of insertable vibrators that he bought for me, which I really don't use any more since I got the Hitachi magic wand.  It really is that magic to me, that it replaced the other, lesser toys.   

When I want to come while masturbating (I am allowed once per day when he's not home without asking- if he is home I'd have to ask first) I much prefer the exterior vibration to having anything inserted.   If I want to get really elaborate, or am having trouble reaching an orgasm on my own (it happens) I'll use anal beads on myself.  I like those.   

Master also uses the magic wand on me often, but if he's going to insert something in me it will usually be a part of him.  Or on rare occasions the handle of a paddle or other more random item. 

I wouldn't call using a dildo, vibrator or other similar sex toys kinky at all.  To me that is just part of a normal nilla sex life.    What do you think?  Kinky or vanilla?