Games Master Plays With My Orgasm

Master came up with a new game.

"We will each name a character from the TV show we were just watching, when I count to three, and you only get to orgasm when we say the same name."

I was using the Hitachi at the time, so I was on the edge and desperate to come.

I missed the guess the first three times and then on the fourth we said the same name at the same time, followed immediately by his command for me to come. 



 

Busy, busy day

My busy Monday started out with the youngest kid making a pancake for me.  He was so sweet.  You know kids can drive you bonkers one minute and then be amazingly thoughtful the next.  It was shaped like a heart, so he said it had to be for me. 

When Master got up I made his breakfast.  He had to drive the older kid over to a friend's house, and I washed up and started walking the dogs while he was gone.   We circled the pasture a few times, then when Master got back he and I took another walk.  I did not feel good at all.  I think it was the heat and also getting hungry again, but when we jogged I thought I was going to barf.  But I made it the whole 2 miles of walking (barely any jogging).  

I lay out on the deck with my coffee and a book and it was soooo comfortable. The deck was shady with a little breeze, and no bugs for a change.  After I had cooled down we started working on the yard, doing some weed whacking and cleaning up the flower beds.  That took a couple hours, and even after I got too hot and quit Master kept going. 

Our younger kid had a friend over to visit.

After the yard work was done (it is never actually done, we just get tired and stop for the day, never ending yard work is a perk of having a huge yard), I had to drive the friend home and pick up our other kid.  Then I was about to start dinner kinda early, but Master was giving "that look" again.  We were still hot and sweating and covered with grass, but about to get a lot more hot and sticky.  

In our room with the door locked, he asked me what I wanted.  He was on top of me, between my legs, teasing the entrance to my cunt with his cock.

"Whatever you want, Master," is always my required answer.

But then he asked again, which meant I was supposed to actually think of something I wanted.  He said he just wanted to hear me say it out loud because it embarrasses and humiliates me (yes, even after all this time.  Writing is different than saying out loud).  So I said I would like to be tied up and beaten.  

Master told me he wanted to hear me say it, but he was still just going to do whatever he wanted, which was to fuck me right now.  

Which he did for a while, but then he stopped and put some rope on me (yay!).   I sucked his cock until he was near to coming several times, then he allowed me to be on top and use the magic wand.  I wanted to come almost instantly but he made me wait and wait. It seemed like forever, but finally he counted down from ten and let me orgasm.  He slapped my face hard and let me come again. He slapped my tits and let me come again.  I came all over the place.  It was like Splash Mountain in there.  

He had me suck him again, and then he pushed me on to my stomach and tied my hands behind my back.  I simply love that position, being so completely helpless, flattened, taken. He fucked me harder and harder as I moaned quietly into the pillow.  Then he came and I think when he rolled off me we both pretty much passed out. 

After a quick shower it really was time to make dinner, so I did that and also the laundry.  Now I'm pretty much worn out.  

Sunday Meet Up

Yesterday with met up with Saumya, who we haven't seen in months.  Master has still been talking to her regularly, but she has various life events going on which took precedence over playing, which was not really anything to do with us.  Because of those things, I wasn't sure if they really considered it a relationship and certainly not the CNC type relationship she and Master had going on last year.   We talked mostly about a munch topic she is preparing to present, but also various life stuff.

We came home I cooked dinner, we went for a short walk and then went over to Mystique's for Game of Thrones night.  I liked the bit with the dragon- very impressive!  I will always be hot for Daenerys too.

When we got home I took care of the dogs, cleaned up the place some and waited for Master upstairs.  

He came in.  Master walked around behind me to pick up a stick to cane my ass.  Then a machete.  Machetes make really thuddy spanking implements.  Plus there is always the worry of him chopping something off.  0.o

Hahaha, not really.  

Then he fucked me hard.  I'm still thinking about that and wanting to masturbate this morning...

Also, the other day (Saturday) when I said the second course was coming soon?  It did, and with nipple clamps.  




 

So This Happened

Master sent out a couple emails to people who will (most likely) be at camp asking if they wanted to do various things to and with me.

Nervous and SO excited! It's not til August so I have months to wait. 

Before then another trip is in the plans but I'm waiting to spill that because I still can't quite believe it.  

Well, Good Morning.

I was sitting here just catching up on some blog reading when Master came down and stood beside my chair. He touched me gently and smiled at me, kissed me.  Then he guided me to the floor by my hair, and pulled my head on to his cock.  After a minute of sucking he pulled me back up and bent me over the kitchen counter.  He slid his dick up and down my hole, which did the trick of producing enough lube for him, and then he thrust into me.  A few short minutes later he pulled out without finishing and said I should make his breakfast.  Tea, bacon, a small piece of the strawberry torte I made last night, whole strawberries, grapes and toast with cheese. 

Good morning to you too, Master.

Soon, I'm guessing, it will be time for the second course.  
He keeps giving me those looks. 

 

Happy Used Hole

That was me Thursday night when I was waiting in my position and Master simply came up behind me and took me without preamble or warning.  So hot!

And the night before, Wednesday, I was a happy used hole with clover clamps on! They're painfully delicious.   He especially loves the stricken with fright look on my face as he brings them toward me, snapping.

 

Doubt, Guilt and Miscommunication

When the perfect storm of guilt, doubt and miscommunication come together, then what do you do?

I was talking to Master about trying something new on the far edge of my comfort zone with other people.  I already had a huge doubt in my mind as to whether I wanted to do it at all.  However, I get really excited when I'm making plans, so I probably didn't show the doubt.

I was also having doubts about whether he would want me to do it.   I sometimes don't think what he will allow me to do and what he actually wants me to do are the same thing.  I suppose this is a form of doubting him that I really should eliminate from my mind. It's just hard.   If I ask "Would you let me...?" or "Would it be ok with you...?" I still haven't gotten at my real question, which is "Does this sound fun to you?"  or even more insecurely, "Will you still be happy with me if I do this?"

And then we get to the guilt.  I'm quite sure from everything previous in my life, society, everything I learned as a vanilla person, that what I'm asking to do is quite unacceptable to most people.  So I have guilt that I want to do it at all.  If Master would get even a little upset at the thought of it happening, it is not high enough on my list of wants to bother with and I would immediately lose interest.

With doubt and guilt already present lurking in my mind, then came the miscommunication.  He switched without warning me from the talk about actual plans to wanting me to tell him a hot and sexy fantasy story.  Only he didn't say it that way, and I didn't realize he'd changed, and I thought he was mad at me.   I kind of stormed off and snapped a bit in hurt.  He told me he wasn't mad, but I didn't really understand.  It seemed obvious to me.  Miscommunication pitfall #2.

He was still in "About to have sex" mode and told me to get my butt plug in while he was gone.  I did this, all the while feeling confused and hurt and a bit mad.  But being a slave is obeying anyway. 

When he came home I was naked, wearing my leather collar and butt plug and ready to be at his disposal.  I knelt on the floor and sucked him then he had me lie on my back and play with myself. Then more sucking and he came on my face.  He took me upstairs and told me to lie on the bed, face down.  He caned me then, which was painfully delicious. 

Even later on, we talked again about the communication issue, and got it all sorted out.