This morning he decided it was time for a little play.
So as we were talking he had me attach the TENS unit pads to the very top of my inner thigh and get the vibe and put it just inside my cunt, on the lowest possible "on" and then he continued talking to me. I had sent him a beginning of the story the other day and he wanted me to tell him the next part, and for some reason it was really embarrassing. I am not sure why, but even the thought of saying it, made me blush and squirm with embarrassment. He laughed at me and asked me if I was blushing because if I had to tell him the next bit of the story, he would be able to see how depraved I could be. Which just sort of made it worse, because he was right. I was worried about that old phrase, "Be careful what you wish for" coming back and biting me on the arse when I get home. Any way he got distracted by a call and seemed to forget what he had asked me to do.
I waited until he had finished talking, then followed his instruction to turn up the unit and the vibe and put it deeper inside me. And he talked a bit about work and just stuff. The he made me turn up the unit more, and use the vibrator, and then I stopped concentrating. My mind distracted by the pain and the sensations inside me, I stopped concentrating and I came. Realising what had happened, I started to say sorry.
"On your knees slave"
I leap of the bed, untangled myself from earphones, ropes , books etc and almost threw myself on the floor, onto my knees, knowing that what I had done.
"Did I say you could cum slave, did you have permission?"
I hung my head and shook it .
"Well, did you?"
"No Sir, I did not have permission"
He turned up the unit and told me that he felt that he had not been controlling me as much as he should have been, that it was my responsibility to tell him when I was about to cum, and to ask permission, but that the control was his responsibility. And as I will be home in four week, from now on there will be more control, there will be preparation to be with him again. It will be hard work and he will be taking back all the control that he has let slip.
Then he told me to make myself cum for him. And this time I asked before I did and he said yes, although it had crossed my mind he might have said no, just to make a point.
.
He stopped the pain, he stopped the pleasure. He stopped everything.
And I got so cold the moment it stopped, I was freezing, shaking and shivering from head to foot. My teeth began to chatter and he asked me what was wrong. I was frozen.
He told me to get back into bed, to wrap myself up.
And he talked to me about how much he was looking forward to seeing me again, how he longer to have me home in his arms, how he missed the feel of my hand in his. He talked about how much he loves me and misses me, how proud he is of me. He told me how the bed is empty without me.
He also told me he know that I am excited about coming home, but how I am nervous too. It has been nearly six months and it will be scarey, the control will be difficult at first.
And I fell back to sleep with these words in my ears.
"Sleep sweet slave, I love you"
It doesnt get much better than that.
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Saturday, 18 June 2011
Sunday, 15 May 2011
"you are many things....but first and foremost you are my slave"
I am now a snot free zone. I would have written earlier, but here in "far away" blogger was unavailable, some of my comment have been wiped off and we had no connection for a few day...but at last things seem to be working again.
Somehow "he" managed to find the right moment to get online, when it was working and decided that he had waited long enough for me to be well, that whilst he understood I was sick and wanted me to get better, more important things were stirring. He "has needs". ....and as it is my job to make sure that he is happy, and that is my main concern in life, in fact my very role...it was time for me to do my job and be pleasing and entertaining.
However.
There was one comment I made, just one little sentence...all I did was mention in a slightly sarcastic tone that I had not been well..............................and all hell broke loose.
He was not happy with my tone
He was not happy with the contents of my remarks
He was not happy with my attitude
In fact
He was not happy fullstop.
My use of the words "I am not happy" imply that I am feeling a little down, or maybe upset, or worried or just a bit sad.
His use of the words "I am not happy" .......well that means something entirely different altogether.
It means..................there is something you have done slave, or said, or thought that has now changed how I am feeling. There is something that has happened that I do not like and I am going to change it back....SOMETHING WILL BE DONE.
It really was just one of those throw away remarks, flippant.....
He told me that speaking to him like that was not acceptable, that he had been concerned when I was sick, he had been thoughtful and caring and I didn't need to remind him I had been ill, he had spent several days watching me work my way through boxes of tissues etc.
He asked me if I was better........of course I was better....."Yes Sir thank you, I feel fine now".
"Come back in an hour" I was told, "and in that hour I want you to think about what has made me less than happy."
So an hour later I came back and knelt before him to explain.
"Strip slave, no talking.I don't want to hear a sound from you. Get the butt plug and vibrator".
I can only say I scampered off and got them , returning to my place on my knees , and with my rope around my neck I knelt, waiting.
"Butt plug first slave, then vibrator. Get a peg and put it on your tongue" then TENS unit pads went onto each nipple and was turned to sixty percent, then the rope was pulled tighter around my neck, so I could feel it, and looped over my shoulders and wrapped around my feet.
"Turn around slave, on your knees, arse in the air, face on the floor and use that vibrator, use it hard, ram in in and fuck yourself"
Within about fifteen seconds I was desperate to cum..............he was very clear it wasn't going to happen. I couldn't ask..............
My mind filled with nothing with the sensations of the vibrator and the plug, the pain from the TENS and the awareness of the rope on my heck and feet...............
"Cum for me slave"
I didn't need telling twice.... I did.
And as he kept me there, with my head on the floor, the drool leaving one puddle and the juices from my cunt dripping down my legs I felt overwhelmed by his control.
"Get the hood"
I crawled to where I had left the hood.
"Put it on"
I put it on and stayed where I was.
Back where you belong slave"
I knelt before him
"On no slave that is not where you belong, that is where I let you be when I am happy. You belong over by the wall, on your knees with your face on the floor and your arse in the air."
And so feeling shamed, I crawled back there, remembering that I should never assume anything , I turned around and faced the wall, opened my legs , put my shoulders to the floor and felt my face press into the hood as I lay it on the hard wood.
"Now tell me what you thought about in your hour slave."
And so inside the hood, with the peg on my tongue , I mumbled and tried to speak, to explain I was sorry for the remark, that I know how much he cares about me, how he had worried I was sick, how he had looked after me as much as he could from far away, I tried to appologise for my rudeness, for making him "Less than happy".
When I had finished he left me there and told me to listen for his return.
Maybe ten minutes passed and I heard him, I heard the click of his camera shutter, the zoom of the lens, and his voice
"Get up slave, turn around and come to the camera,"
I crawled closer to the computer and following his instructions adjusted, I removed the hood.
And as I did he was taking photos, my face was damp from sweat and drool, my hair too, my eyes wide , tear stained and the peg still on my tongue.
He allowed me to remove the peg and turn off the unit..................."You want a shower slave? "
I went to answer him...."Oh no slave, no talking, if you want to talk you will wear the peg" So I nodded.
"Go have your shower , get dry and come back here."
I stood in the hot shower, thinking of what had happened, feeling the water on my body, wanting to stay there forever, yet wanting to be back with him. I wrapped a big towel around myself for comfort and returned to my knees.
"On the bed slave, and remember no talking"
Taking the towel off I climbed into bed.
"I have sent you something slave , I want you to open it now and thin about what I have sent you"
I opened the email and there were the pictures he had taken.
"Remember my slave , you are many things in life, many thing to many people. To me also you are many thing, but first and foremost..............you are my slave. Don't ever forget that"
Another email arrived and this one contained a video of me struggling not to cum, my plugged arse facing the camera, as I ram the big vibrator over and over again into my cunt.
And I started to cry..................big sobs, more snot,
and when I had calmed down a little he asked me what I felt
I reached for the peg and put it on my tongue and told him
""relief Sir"
"You see slave I know what you need, I know what is best for you, all I do I do with your best interests at heart"
He told me to remove the peg, I wasn't not to speak again. In fact I was not to speak to him again until he told me I could. And that when I am alone I am to wear a peg closing my lips and when I am with him I will wear it too................time to think before I open my mouth , and if I want to speak I must put my hand up like a child........and he will decide if I may speak................but for the next two days he will be away and I will not get to talk with him at all, no calls, no text, no IM, no nothing.
I will be allowed to talk with him, but it will be limited when he comes back, so I will have to think more carefully about the words I use and what I say. Speaking like anything else in not a right, it is a gift from him
So now I am alone, with the peg on my lips, closed together, silenced and I am full of words I want to say to him, but until Monday night there will be nothing.
I am his slave. I am his
Somehow "he" managed to find the right moment to get online, when it was working and decided that he had waited long enough for me to be well, that whilst he understood I was sick and wanted me to get better, more important things were stirring. He "has needs". ....and as it is my job to make sure that he is happy, and that is my main concern in life, in fact my very role...it was time for me to do my job and be pleasing and entertaining.
However.
There was one comment I made, just one little sentence...all I did was mention in a slightly sarcastic tone that I had not been well..............................and all hell broke loose.
He was not happy with my tone
He was not happy with the contents of my remarks
He was not happy with my attitude
In fact
He was not happy fullstop.
My use of the words "I am not happy" imply that I am feeling a little down, or maybe upset, or worried or just a bit sad.
His use of the words "I am not happy" .......well that means something entirely different altogether.
It means..................there is something you have done slave, or said, or thought that has now changed how I am feeling. There is something that has happened that I do not like and I am going to change it back....SOMETHING WILL BE DONE.
It really was just one of those throw away remarks, flippant.....
He told me that speaking to him like that was not acceptable, that he had been concerned when I was sick, he had been thoughtful and caring and I didn't need to remind him I had been ill, he had spent several days watching me work my way through boxes of tissues etc.
He asked me if I was better........of course I was better....."Yes Sir thank you, I feel fine now".
"Come back in an hour" I was told, "and in that hour I want you to think about what has made me less than happy."
So an hour later I came back and knelt before him to explain.
"Strip slave, no talking.I don't want to hear a sound from you. Get the butt plug and vibrator".
I can only say I scampered off and got them , returning to my place on my knees , and with my rope around my neck I knelt, waiting.
"Butt plug first slave, then vibrator. Get a peg and put it on your tongue" then TENS unit pads went onto each nipple and was turned to sixty percent, then the rope was pulled tighter around my neck, so I could feel it, and looped over my shoulders and wrapped around my feet.
"Turn around slave, on your knees, arse in the air, face on the floor and use that vibrator, use it hard, ram in in and fuck yourself"
Within about fifteen seconds I was desperate to cum..............he was very clear it wasn't going to happen. I couldn't ask..............
My mind filled with nothing with the sensations of the vibrator and the plug, the pain from the TENS and the awareness of the rope on my heck and feet...............
"Cum for me slave"
I didn't need telling twice.... I did.
And as he kept me there, with my head on the floor, the drool leaving one puddle and the juices from my cunt dripping down my legs I felt overwhelmed by his control.
"Get the hood"
I crawled to where I had left the hood.
"Put it on"
I put it on and stayed where I was.
Back where you belong slave"
I knelt before him
"On no slave that is not where you belong, that is where I let you be when I am happy. You belong over by the wall, on your knees with your face on the floor and your arse in the air."
And so feeling shamed, I crawled back there, remembering that I should never assume anything , I turned around and faced the wall, opened my legs , put my shoulders to the floor and felt my face press into the hood as I lay it on the hard wood.
"Now tell me what you thought about in your hour slave."
And so inside the hood, with the peg on my tongue , I mumbled and tried to speak, to explain I was sorry for the remark, that I know how much he cares about me, how he had worried I was sick, how he had looked after me as much as he could from far away, I tried to appologise for my rudeness, for making him "Less than happy".
When I had finished he left me there and told me to listen for his return.
Maybe ten minutes passed and I heard him, I heard the click of his camera shutter, the zoom of the lens, and his voice
"Get up slave, turn around and come to the camera,"
I crawled closer to the computer and following his instructions adjusted, I removed the hood.
And as I did he was taking photos, my face was damp from sweat and drool, my hair too, my eyes wide , tear stained and the peg still on my tongue.
He allowed me to remove the peg and turn off the unit..................."You want a shower slave? "
I went to answer him...."Oh no slave, no talking, if you want to talk you will wear the peg" So I nodded.
"Go have your shower , get dry and come back here."
I stood in the hot shower, thinking of what had happened, feeling the water on my body, wanting to stay there forever, yet wanting to be back with him. I wrapped a big towel around myself for comfort and returned to my knees.
"On the bed slave, and remember no talking"
Taking the towel off I climbed into bed.
"I have sent you something slave , I want you to open it now and thin about what I have sent you"
I opened the email and there were the pictures he had taken.
"Remember my slave , you are many things in life, many thing to many people. To me also you are many thing, but first and foremost..............you are my slave. Don't ever forget that"
Another email arrived and this one contained a video of me struggling not to cum, my plugged arse facing the camera, as I ram the big vibrator over and over again into my cunt.
And I started to cry..................big sobs, more snot,
and when I had calmed down a little he asked me what I felt
I reached for the peg and put it on my tongue and told him
""relief Sir"
"You see slave I know what you need, I know what is best for you, all I do I do with your best interests at heart"
He told me to remove the peg, I wasn't not to speak again. In fact I was not to speak to him again until he told me I could. And that when I am alone I am to wear a peg closing my lips and when I am with him I will wear it too................time to think before I open my mouth , and if I want to speak I must put my hand up like a child........and he will decide if I may speak................but for the next two days he will be away and I will not get to talk with him at all, no calls, no text, no IM, no nothing.
I will be allowed to talk with him, but it will be limited when he comes back, so I will have to think more carefully about the words I use and what I say. Speaking like anything else in not a right, it is a gift from him
So now I am alone, with the peg on my lips, closed together, silenced and I am full of words I want to say to him, but until Monday night there will be nothing.
I am his slave. I am his
Tuesday, 5 April 2011
Like a firework on a damp night
Last night he had me to and wait for him to come online. My instruction was to kneel on the floor, naked, with my rope on and wait for him. He was about forty minutes.....oh that floor is hard. We talked for a few minutes and had me put the vibrator in, and then we continued to chat.
He told me that I would have to ask him for permission to cum,. I responded with..."but what if I don't want to?'
It wasn't that I didn't WANT to cum, so much as I just knew that somehow my body was just not in the mood. I was tired, and he was keeping me up.
He told me that the vibrator would stay there till I asked him, and if it ran out of power the batteries would be replaced, and it would continue until I asked him.
Oh it was a tough gig...I wanted to sleep, he wanted me to cum...a little impasse....
In the end I decided if I asked, he would get what he wanted...and I would get what I needed....which was sleep.
And so I asked for permission to cum, it was granted and then I used the vibrator to do its magic, not the whole deep penetration thing ...more of the old....."Hello clit" action.
It wasn't by any means one of those earth stopping, light flashing, breath taking orgasms...more like a firework on a wet night...there...... just....a little slow to start and over in a flash.
Afterwards we talked some more and then out of the blue he said..."You know, I know when you are play acting".
I asked what he meant....and I told him..."I have never faked it, ever, not with you...ever"
Once there was one time, when no matter how hard I just couldn't cum, but that's all.
No fakery, no play acting nothing.
Not entirely sure he believed me................it was the truth......................just not a 10 on the Richter Scale.
He told me that I would have to ask him for permission to cum,. I responded with..."but what if I don't want to?'
It wasn't that I didn't WANT to cum, so much as I just knew that somehow my body was just not in the mood. I was tired, and he was keeping me up.
He told me that the vibrator would stay there till I asked him, and if it ran out of power the batteries would be replaced, and it would continue until I asked him.
Oh it was a tough gig...I wanted to sleep, he wanted me to cum...a little impasse....
In the end I decided if I asked, he would get what he wanted...and I would get what I needed....which was sleep.
And so I asked for permission to cum, it was granted and then I used the vibrator to do its magic, not the whole deep penetration thing ...more of the old....."Hello clit" action.
It wasn't by any means one of those earth stopping, light flashing, breath taking orgasms...more like a firework on a wet night...there...... just....a little slow to start and over in a flash.
Afterwards we talked some more and then out of the blue he said..."You know, I know when you are play acting".
I asked what he meant....and I told him..."I have never faked it, ever, not with you...ever"
Once there was one time, when no matter how hard I just couldn't cum, but that's all.
No fakery, no play acting nothing.
Not entirely sure he believed me................it was the truth......................just not a 10 on the Richter Scale.
Wednesday, 30 March 2011
How to have fun whilst half a world apart.
Here is a good example of how to have fun whilst half a world apart.........
1. Get you slave naked.
2. Turn on the aircon until they are cold and have nipples like rivets.
3. Get cold slave to cover every inch of body in oil.
4. Bet slave that she cannot spin 360 on the floor on her arse with feet in the air.
5. Give her 1 practice spin then tell her she has three attempts.
6. Watch slave spin round on arse through tears in your eyes, laughing hysterically. and loose the bet that she will be able to.
7. Have slave roll on floor to ensure complete coverage.
8. Make slave lie on floor on stomach with feet up behind and tell her to cum.
9. Listen to slave moaning through tears of laughter that she cant possibly do it.
10. Watch slave cum, laughing and slipping around.
I told him he was sick and twisted...and he replied......"Thank you"
1. Get you slave naked.
2. Turn on the aircon until they are cold and have nipples like rivets.
3. Get cold slave to cover every inch of body in oil.
4. Bet slave that she cannot spin 360 on the floor on her arse with feet in the air.
5. Give her 1 practice spin then tell her she has three attempts.
6. Watch slave spin round on arse through tears in your eyes, laughing hysterically. and loose the bet that she will be able to.
7. Have slave roll on floor to ensure complete coverage.
8. Make slave lie on floor on stomach with feet up behind and tell her to cum.
9. Listen to slave moaning through tears of laughter that she cant possibly do it.
10. Watch slave cum, laughing and slipping around.
I told him he was sick and twisted...and he replied......"Thank you"
so...yesterday morning.
Yesterday morning was one of those times when he decided that he just wanted to have fun with my body, to use it for his pleasure and enjoyment...so he did...I must admit I enjoyed it too.
All he wanted to do was to see me cum...he wanted to watch me struggle not to cum and then to have to wait until he allowed me, knowing that when he uttered the magic words....no not alacazam...or abracadabra...but "Yes slave you can cum", I would cum.
So that, in a nut shell is what happened.
I could put it into a lot of phrases, sentences and a few paragraphs or I could just ........
nipples
pinch
ouch
more
pain
vibrator
wet
pinch
twist
wet
thrust
eyes
locked
more
begging
wait
wait
wait
moan
beg
silence
now
cum
and there was...a big wet puddle on the bed....and it was me.
All he wanted to do was to see me cum...he wanted to watch me struggle not to cum and then to have to wait until he allowed me, knowing that when he uttered the magic words....no not alacazam...or abracadabra...but "Yes slave you can cum", I would cum.
So that, in a nut shell is what happened.
I could put it into a lot of phrases, sentences and a few paragraphs or I could just ........
nipples
pinch
ouch
more
pain
vibrator
wet
pinch
twist
wet
thrust
eyes
locked
more
begging
wait
wait
wait
moan
beg
silence
now
cum
and there was...a big wet puddle on the bed....and it was me.
Saturday, 19 March 2011
Feeling trapped
This morning we talked and then he made me cum for him........the other day he did the same in the shower.....and I cried...this morning I was lying on the bed and he wanted the camera on my face, and he told me to play; to gently stroke myself, to get myself to the point just before I cum, which I did, and the whole time I knew he was watching my face, and as I came.........I cried..well I sobbed and sobbed and sobbed....................and I couldn't explain to him what the reason was, I don't know.
He now feels that every time he wants me to do something to please him it makes me cry, that it is making me sad...its not......but it does make me cry................I am confused and wishing things were different.
Every time he talks to me, he tell me he is not going anywhere, that I am his slave.....and he thinks this reassures me......................it doesn't .......it feels oppressive.........I feel trapped......but I don't know how to tell him.
I should feel loved and cared for, controlled and valued.........and I don't.
He now feels that every time he wants me to do something to please him it makes me cry, that it is making me sad...its not......but it does make me cry................I am confused and wishing things were different.
Every time he talks to me, he tell me he is not going anywhere, that I am his slave.....and he thinks this reassures me......................it doesn't .......it feels oppressive.........I feel trapped......but I don't know how to tell him.
I should feel loved and cared for, controlled and valued.........and I don't.
Sunday, 6 March 2011
Nipple pain and the ouchy thing.
Last night we had some time together, uninterpreted, all work was put aside, everything was put aside and it was just the two of us.
I have been apprehensive, waiting for the reassertion of his dominance as he had be telling me will happen. Half of me has longed for it; to feel that control, to feel my submission, to feel once again, even for just a time the loss of control of being able to give it back to him. I have longed for that feeling of peace deep within me when I know that I have no will, that his will is mine, that I am his.
We talked for a long time, about nothing in particular, we didn't talk about how I have been feeling, we didn't talk about his health, and if i am honest I don't know what we talked about in any detail. I know he was kind and loving, I know we laughed and teased each other, but the details allude me.
The almost in the middle of a sentence he told he to fetch the vibrator and the Tens unit. I was by now wearing the rope that I sleep in.
This rope goes around my feet, tying them together, and then up my back, once round my neck and around my wrist. This is how I sleep at night, or how I have been sleeping until I went to visit him. Since I came back , he has not used this rope, I am not sure why, I have not asked him, and I didn't want it on. Maybe he knew that I was not happy to wear it and so decide not to force the issue, but last night I was wearing it.
He began by having me put one of the pad onto my nipple, stuck over the bar and the other on the very edge, but not touching my cunt, and he turned it onto the first setting.
I put the vibrator in my mouth, with my eyes shut and sucked it to get it wet. and then i had to run it over the outside of my cunt; keeping it away from my clit and I was not allowed to let it go in. The unit was on, and it was just there, I could feel it in the background, but it wasn't overwhelming, it wasn't painful...just there.
He watched me and told me that I was not allowed to cum, I cam very close a few times, but he was very quick to notice and tell me "NO, no cumming". He allowed me to put the vibrator in , forcing it deep inside my cunt.
"Fuck your cunt with that slave, and ........................cum".
And cum I did, a great big one earth shaking one, gasping for breath, shaking all over, and as it subsided and and began to come back to earth, he told me to turn it up from 1 to 4.
OH fuck, it hurt, it really did, and I whimpered and tried to escape it, I tried to get my head around it and he made me begin to use the vibrator again, this time on my clit.
The pain in my nipple made me gasp began to send my head away to some other place, I tried to get there, to stay there where I wouldn't have to deal with it, but every time I began to fall over the edge into that dark place of subspace, he called me, dragged me back to him.
I wanted to let it wash over me, to fill me, I wanted to be wrapped in the nothingness and the everythingness of it, I wanted to float off............but he didn't let me.
And he kept me like that, on the edge of orgasm and the edge of subspace for what seemed like a life time till I was begging him to be allowed to cum, pleading with him, begging him to stop the pain in my nipple, crying..........but he talked to me, talked about control, about how he owns me, how he owns my:
life
body
soul
heart
He talked about what I was, what he can do to me, how I am his and I became quiet......I said nothing, I lay there, the rope tight around my neck and with every movement of my hands making it pull, for just a second, tighter, the pain in my nipple seemed constant now and the vibrator filling me with an overwhelming need to cum.
"If you cum, there is a price....................turn it to full...................and cum".
I remember the pain filling me, coursing through my body from my nipple to the top of my head to the tip of my toes and as I came the pain seemed to fill my cunt, as I came over and over again, calling him, calling his name, sobbing.
I heard him tell me to turn off the pain thing, and finally he let me float off to that place where it is everything and nothing.............where I feel everything and I feel nothing at all, where my head is empty of thoughts and full of feelings, and where I wanted to stay.
I heard him tell me to wrap myself up, and I know I did, because when I woke up, I was covered up and I heard him say "You are back".
And he talked again of control and of what I am, and he sent me to get something to eat and then to sleep.
And I slept all night, uninterrupted; there were no dreams, not waking, nothing .......just sleep.........and I woke up and he was there; waiting for me.
I have been apprehensive, waiting for the reassertion of his dominance as he had be telling me will happen. Half of me has longed for it; to feel that control, to feel my submission, to feel once again, even for just a time the loss of control of being able to give it back to him. I have longed for that feeling of peace deep within me when I know that I have no will, that his will is mine, that I am his.
We talked for a long time, about nothing in particular, we didn't talk about how I have been feeling, we didn't talk about his health, and if i am honest I don't know what we talked about in any detail. I know he was kind and loving, I know we laughed and teased each other, but the details allude me.
The almost in the middle of a sentence he told he to fetch the vibrator and the Tens unit. I was by now wearing the rope that I sleep in.
This rope goes around my feet, tying them together, and then up my back, once round my neck and around my wrist. This is how I sleep at night, or how I have been sleeping until I went to visit him. Since I came back , he has not used this rope, I am not sure why, I have not asked him, and I didn't want it on. Maybe he knew that I was not happy to wear it and so decide not to force the issue, but last night I was wearing it.
He began by having me put one of the pad onto my nipple, stuck over the bar and the other on the very edge, but not touching my cunt, and he turned it onto the first setting.
I put the vibrator in my mouth, with my eyes shut and sucked it to get it wet. and then i had to run it over the outside of my cunt; keeping it away from my clit and I was not allowed to let it go in. The unit was on, and it was just there, I could feel it in the background, but it wasn't overwhelming, it wasn't painful...just there.
He watched me and told me that I was not allowed to cum, I cam very close a few times, but he was very quick to notice and tell me "NO, no cumming". He allowed me to put the vibrator in , forcing it deep inside my cunt.
"Fuck your cunt with that slave, and ........................cum".
And cum I did, a great big one earth shaking one, gasping for breath, shaking all over, and as it subsided and and began to come back to earth, he told me to turn it up from 1 to 4.
OH fuck, it hurt, it really did, and I whimpered and tried to escape it, I tried to get my head around it and he made me begin to use the vibrator again, this time on my clit.
The pain in my nipple made me gasp began to send my head away to some other place, I tried to get there, to stay there where I wouldn't have to deal with it, but every time I began to fall over the edge into that dark place of subspace, he called me, dragged me back to him.
I wanted to let it wash over me, to fill me, I wanted to be wrapped in the nothingness and the everythingness of it, I wanted to float off............but he didn't let me.
And he kept me like that, on the edge of orgasm and the edge of subspace for what seemed like a life time till I was begging him to be allowed to cum, pleading with him, begging him to stop the pain in my nipple, crying..........but he talked to me, talked about control, about how he owns me, how he owns my:
life
body
soul
heart
He talked about what I was, what he can do to me, how I am his and I became quiet......I said nothing, I lay there, the rope tight around my neck and with every movement of my hands making it pull, for just a second, tighter, the pain in my nipple seemed constant now and the vibrator filling me with an overwhelming need to cum.
"If you cum, there is a price....................turn it to full...................and cum".
I remember the pain filling me, coursing through my body from my nipple to the top of my head to the tip of my toes and as I came the pain seemed to fill my cunt, as I came over and over again, calling him, calling his name, sobbing.
I heard him tell me to turn off the pain thing, and finally he let me float off to that place where it is everything and nothing.............where I feel everything and I feel nothing at all, where my head is empty of thoughts and full of feelings, and where I wanted to stay.
I heard him tell me to wrap myself up, and I know I did, because when I woke up, I was covered up and I heard him say "You are back".
And he talked again of control and of what I am, and he sent me to get something to eat and then to sleep.
And I slept all night, uninterrupted; there were no dreams, not waking, nothing .......just sleep.........and I woke up and he was there; waiting for me.
Wednesday, 23 February 2011
Playing with his toy by hitting my nipples with his knife.
When I woke he was gone; my heart sank. The room was empty. I got up and went into the bathroom, and there stuck on the mirror was a note telling me he was meeting a client and would be back in two hours and he had signed it with a kiss and the time. I looked a the clock and relasied I had 40 minutes left.
So I filled the bath with hot, hot water and bubbles, lots of bubbles and lowered myself carefully into it, savouring the heat, enjoying the feeling of the hot water on my sore nipples.
I say silently in the water, thinking about all of the things that has happened in the last few days, and that I would be leaving soon, back to my other life and I was filled with such overwhelming sense of sadness and loss, of how unfair life can be and self pity...lots and lots of it, washing over me with the bath water as I sank beneath it.
I knew he would be back soon, so I dried myself, put my rope on and waited near the door on my knees....and exactly two hours from the time on the note I heard his key in the door.
He came in, passed me his briefcase and collapsed into the chair. I put his case on the floor, and waited.
He called me over, so I crawled across the floor to him and knelt in front of him....................I took his shoes and socks off and began to massage his feet. He sat there watching me, and then reaching down he slowly wound his fingers in my hair my hair and pulled me towards him. When my face was level with his crotch he got out his very hard cock and told me to make him cum.
So I knelt on the floor, between his legs, taking him in my mouth, licking and sucking, running my tongue round the head of his cock, feeling it jump under my touch, feeling it swell, teasing him, taking him deep in my mouth, licking his balls, and when he was ready to cum, I was so excited at being allowed to have him cum in my mouth, but at the last moment, he pulled my head back and came all over my face.
I felt his cum dripping down my face, onto my lips, desperate to lick it but I stayed still as he covered me in cum.
He got up and walked away, leaving me kneeling , my mouth feeling empty without him.
He called me over to him and began to bind my tits, he slipped the rope over my head and under my breast , pulling it tight, biting into my flesh. he wound it round and round, and over my shoulders, and began to tie each breast , tighter and tighter till they were swollen and beginning to turn red.....................
"Now for some fun my little slave, now for some fun"
And his hand went to my neck. he began by stroking it gently, very gently, and then slowly, almost imperceptibly he increased the pressure, keeping his eyes on mine, locked together, tighter and tighter until things began to swim, till the tingling in my hands came, till things began to turn black around the edges.........................................and he released me.
He picked up the vibrator and ran it over my sore and swollen nipples and then shoved it deep inside me and once more his hand went to my throat, I began to feel the need to cum, a big need to cum.
"No slave , not yet"
And his hand squeezed tighter and tighter and once more I began to feel things slipping away from me.
I didn't fight it..........I stayed there under his hand, feeling helpless.
He released me again and took out the vibrator. picked up the crop and began to gently tap my nipples with it..the pain was deep and heavy, then he began on my cunt, the end of the crop catching my cunt lips, the inside of thighs and he squeezed.
He laid me on the bed, opened my legs wide and began to slap my cunt hard, alternating it with the crop, I was so desperate to cum I was on the edge of tears, begging him to let me, pleading, but his hand reached once more for my throat and this time he squeezed hard, closing the air off, while his other hand was ramming into my cunt, deeper and deeper,, fucking me.
And as I came he still held my throat, and I fought against his hand in my cunt and I fought against his hand on my throat as I bucked and writhed and when I thought my lungs would burst when I felt I was about to pass out he let go of me.
He gave me a minute to get my breath, he stood me up, put the hood on me again, tied the rope around my neck and pulled it tight. He took the end of the rope and looped it over the door of the bathroom and tied it to the handle inside, with a slam, he pulled the door shut and told me what he had done.
I was on the balls of my feet, he once more put the string from my nipple bars back in my mouth and told me he was going to play with his favourite toy.
I asked him, through gritted teeth what it was and he replied "You slave, you"
.
I remember the feel of it, the vibe in my mouth, on myn ipples , on my cunt, being pumped in and out of my cunt.
I remember the feel of his hands on me, piching, squeezing, poking, stroking.
I remember the feel of his mouth on me, licking me, biting, sucking.
I remeber the crop tracing down my body and waiting for its strike which never came.
I remember hearing him open the draw where the knife was , and trying to move away from it, and he telling me if I moved, if I bent my knees the rope would cut off my airway.
I remember having to to stay still
The knife ran down my body, over my very swollen tits, feeling like it would split them open. he hit my nipples with it. He ran it up the inside of my thighs and around my cunt, and reminded me not to move.
He took the knife and pushed it into my mouth so I was holding it with my teeth around it..............................and then he made me cum.................very very slowly puling my cunt lips , stroking me, finding my G spot and playing me until I felt I would explode into a thousand pieces ....................and I came all over his hand.
He lifted me up, opened the door, relased the rope and lay me face down on the bed.
With my arse in the air, he spanked me until it was glowing and he fucked me, like he had not fucked me for moths.........hard and deep, demanding, holding my hips and pulling himself deeper in, grabbing the rope and pulling on my tits......and when he was done, he filled up his toy with his cum.
I heard him get out his camera and I heard him take photos of me, he held open my cunt and took photos of his hand inside me, he took photos of my tits, of the ropes. he removed the hood and took photos of my face, covered in a mixture of sweat and dried cum.
He undid the ropes and kissed where the marks were, he stroked my body, kissed me all over, and then taking me by the hand he said
"I have always looked after my toys and put them away when I have finished with them."...and I began to worry that I was going into the cupboard again, but he smiled and patted me on the bottom and told me to shower, we were going out to meet a friend.
So I filled the bath with hot, hot water and bubbles, lots of bubbles and lowered myself carefully into it, savouring the heat, enjoying the feeling of the hot water on my sore nipples.
I say silently in the water, thinking about all of the things that has happened in the last few days, and that I would be leaving soon, back to my other life and I was filled with such overwhelming sense of sadness and loss, of how unfair life can be and self pity...lots and lots of it, washing over me with the bath water as I sank beneath it.
I knew he would be back soon, so I dried myself, put my rope on and waited near the door on my knees....and exactly two hours from the time on the note I heard his key in the door.
He came in, passed me his briefcase and collapsed into the chair. I put his case on the floor, and waited.
He called me over, so I crawled across the floor to him and knelt in front of him....................I took his shoes and socks off and began to massage his feet. He sat there watching me, and then reaching down he slowly wound his fingers in my hair my hair and pulled me towards him. When my face was level with his crotch he got out his very hard cock and told me to make him cum.
So I knelt on the floor, between his legs, taking him in my mouth, licking and sucking, running my tongue round the head of his cock, feeling it jump under my touch, feeling it swell, teasing him, taking him deep in my mouth, licking his balls, and when he was ready to cum, I was so excited at being allowed to have him cum in my mouth, but at the last moment, he pulled my head back and came all over my face.
I felt his cum dripping down my face, onto my lips, desperate to lick it but I stayed still as he covered me in cum.
He got up and walked away, leaving me kneeling , my mouth feeling empty without him.
He called me over to him and began to bind my tits, he slipped the rope over my head and under my breast , pulling it tight, biting into my flesh. he wound it round and round, and over my shoulders, and began to tie each breast , tighter and tighter till they were swollen and beginning to turn red.....................
"Now for some fun my little slave, now for some fun"
And his hand went to my neck. he began by stroking it gently, very gently, and then slowly, almost imperceptibly he increased the pressure, keeping his eyes on mine, locked together, tighter and tighter until things began to swim, till the tingling in my hands came, till things began to turn black around the edges.........................................and he released me.
He picked up the vibrator and ran it over my sore and swollen nipples and then shoved it deep inside me and once more his hand went to my throat, I began to feel the need to cum, a big need to cum.
"No slave , not yet"
And his hand squeezed tighter and tighter and once more I began to feel things slipping away from me.
I didn't fight it..........I stayed there under his hand, feeling helpless.
He released me again and took out the vibrator. picked up the crop and began to gently tap my nipples with it..the pain was deep and heavy, then he began on my cunt, the end of the crop catching my cunt lips, the inside of thighs and he squeezed.
He laid me on the bed, opened my legs wide and began to slap my cunt hard, alternating it with the crop, I was so desperate to cum I was on the edge of tears, begging him to let me, pleading, but his hand reached once more for my throat and this time he squeezed hard, closing the air off, while his other hand was ramming into my cunt, deeper and deeper,, fucking me.
And as I came he still held my throat, and I fought against his hand in my cunt and I fought against his hand on my throat as I bucked and writhed and when I thought my lungs would burst when I felt I was about to pass out he let go of me.
He gave me a minute to get my breath, he stood me up, put the hood on me again, tied the rope around my neck and pulled it tight. He took the end of the rope and looped it over the door of the bathroom and tied it to the handle inside, with a slam, he pulled the door shut and told me what he had done.
I was on the balls of my feet, he once more put the string from my nipple bars back in my mouth and told me he was going to play with his favourite toy.
I asked him, through gritted teeth what it was and he replied "You slave, you"
.
I remember the feel of it, the vibe in my mouth, on myn ipples , on my cunt, being pumped in and out of my cunt.
I remember the feel of his hands on me, piching, squeezing, poking, stroking.
I remember the feel of his mouth on me, licking me, biting, sucking.
I remeber the crop tracing down my body and waiting for its strike which never came.
I remember hearing him open the draw where the knife was , and trying to move away from it, and he telling me if I moved, if I bent my knees the rope would cut off my airway.
I remember having to to stay still
The knife ran down my body, over my very swollen tits, feeling like it would split them open. he hit my nipples with it. He ran it up the inside of my thighs and around my cunt, and reminded me not to move.
He took the knife and pushed it into my mouth so I was holding it with my teeth around it..............................and then he made me cum.................very very slowly puling my cunt lips , stroking me, finding my G spot and playing me until I felt I would explode into a thousand pieces ....................and I came all over his hand.
He lifted me up, opened the door, relased the rope and lay me face down on the bed.
With my arse in the air, he spanked me until it was glowing and he fucked me, like he had not fucked me for moths.........hard and deep, demanding, holding my hips and pulling himself deeper in, grabbing the rope and pulling on my tits......and when he was done, he filled up his toy with his cum.
I heard him get out his camera and I heard him take photos of me, he held open my cunt and took photos of his hand inside me, he took photos of my tits, of the ropes. he removed the hood and took photos of my face, covered in a mixture of sweat and dried cum.
He undid the ropes and kissed where the marks were, he stroked my body, kissed me all over, and then taking me by the hand he said
"I have always looked after my toys and put them away when I have finished with them."...and I began to worry that I was going into the cupboard again, but he smiled and patted me on the bottom and told me to shower, we were going out to meet a friend.
Sunday, 20 February 2011
Taking your slave outside
I went off to my work thing, leaving him alone in the hotel, he told me he had lots of work to do and I hoped that was true, because if I was leaving him alone; with little or nothing to do, then his mind would be coming up with devious plans....................
Work was intense, hard, exhausting; in a stuffy dark room, too much information in too short a time, and my head was spinning and I wanted to go back to him.
By the time I arrived back I was tired, grumpy and hungry and I knew he would be expecting something different.
I opened the door very tentatively and stepped inside the room; he wasn't at the desk, he wasn't lying on the bed and he wasn't in the bedroom either.
I was sort of tempted to look under the bed and in the wardrobe, but knew that was just one step too silly.
I felt my phone buzz in the bottom of my bag, and delved deep to find it.....there was a message. He told me which pub he was in and the postcode. I went back out to the car, put the information into the sat nav and set off across the countryside through the cold, wind and a slight drizzle.
I walked into the pub, my heart was pounding in my chest, I looked around and there he was sitting in front of the fire with a pint of beer in his hand and a small brandy on the table for me.
I sat down next to him and he asked about my day, he asked how the work had been and then in the middle of the normal conversation he asked how my cunt was. He does this and it completely throws me ever time, I looked around to see if anyone had heard, if they had they were showing no interest.
I mumbled an answer and he insisted I answered clearly and politely, "My cunt is sore Sir, thank you".
He smiled and passed me my drink. We sat in silence and then he told me to drink up, we were going for a walk.
I had struggled to stay warm on my visit, the temperature was about 30 degrees colder than I was used to, and I didn't have the best coat in the world, but, he had decided ........... we were going for a walk.
We set off, him holding my hand, leading the way, along the river. The path was clear, a little slippy in places, the sun came out and the day was beautiful. The scenery was stunning; fast flowing dark water, made black by the peat from the moors, limestone cliffs, green grass cropped short by hungry sheep and bare, skeletal stunted trees along the rivers edge.
We must have walked for about an hour, sharing the beauty, but sharing no words. We walked through one more kissing gate and he stopped and pulled me towards him. We had a good view of the path in both directions...I say we...He had a good view, I had my eyes closed, that's what he told me to do, so of course I did it.
It became a reenactment of being fifteen again, him rubbing my cunt through my jeans, squeezing my nipples, his hand inside my clothes, up my back, stroking the top of my bum...it made me smile, and then it made me giggle. He stopped kissing me and asked me what was so funny. When I told him, he laughed too , and then in a flash, he opened my jacket and pulled my top up, exposing my tits to the cold wind, to the outside world, to everything. The wind found the metal of the bars and seemed to freeze them instantly. "Bet this didn't happen when you were fifteen slave".
So there I was standing on the path my tits out wondering what was going to happen next..........he grabbed one of my bars and led me towards the tree, pulling me hard by the nipple, he pushed me back against it, he unbuttoned my jeans..........very slowly, pulled then down around my ankles, turned me round, pulled off his belt and whooped me good and proper, the crack of the belt filled the air, the bark of the tree pressed into my flesh and my humiliation filled me............He kept at my arse with his belt for ever, or so it seemed and just when I was getting to the point when I couldn't bear it any more, when I was beginning to think surely another walker would appear round the bend and he was too intent of my arse and wouldn't see them, he turned me around again, and told me to pull up my jeans, not to do them up and to make myslef cum. But first I was to stick my fingers in my cunt and show him how wet they were.
Oh dear........a slight give away !
He stood back and said "Well my wanton harlot , off you go, make yourself cum" and within second I was begging him to cum, begging to be allowed to cum, and he let me. And there on the path, By the river, I came for my owner, with my tits out in the cold, exposed, vulnerable and trusting that he would keep me safe.
My legs were shaking, my heart was pounding and my head was somewhere completely different, I could feel the week sun on my face and that was it, I didn't know if he was talking to me, i was unsure of what was happening. I felt him pull my top down, do up my jacket and jeans, turned my around and I felt his hand hold mine and he wrapped his arm around me, pulled me towards him and we walked in silence back to to the pub.
As we walked in the door the heat from the fire hit me, and brought me back to earth. The woman behind the bar looked at me and said......
"I see you have blown the cobwebs away then"
I am not sure that she understood why I blushed, laughed and muttered, "Yes thank you, it was a lovely walk".
He sat down, and I got us a drink.
We sat in silence for a while and then he said ..."Check your phone".
I looked in my bag, he had, at some point in the day, turned it to silent, but there was a message on it..............
"Thank you slave, thank you for giving me your trust".
He put his hand in my bag and got the keys out, put them on the table and told me I had one hour to get back to the hotel, clean myself up and be ready for him.
I stood up, picked up my bag, put my phone in it again and waited for him to tell me to leave.....
"Tick tock slave, tick tock" . He smacked my arse and pointed at the door.
I walked a little sheepishly towards the door, turned round to look back at him, and caught the eye of the woman behind the bar, and I could swear she winked at me.
Work was intense, hard, exhausting; in a stuffy dark room, too much information in too short a time, and my head was spinning and I wanted to go back to him.
By the time I arrived back I was tired, grumpy and hungry and I knew he would be expecting something different.
I opened the door very tentatively and stepped inside the room; he wasn't at the desk, he wasn't lying on the bed and he wasn't in the bedroom either.
I was sort of tempted to look under the bed and in the wardrobe, but knew that was just one step too silly.
I felt my phone buzz in the bottom of my bag, and delved deep to find it.....there was a message. He told me which pub he was in and the postcode. I went back out to the car, put the information into the sat nav and set off across the countryside through the cold, wind and a slight drizzle.
I walked into the pub, my heart was pounding in my chest, I looked around and there he was sitting in front of the fire with a pint of beer in his hand and a small brandy on the table for me.
I sat down next to him and he asked about my day, he asked how the work had been and then in the middle of the normal conversation he asked how my cunt was. He does this and it completely throws me ever time, I looked around to see if anyone had heard, if they had they were showing no interest.
I mumbled an answer and he insisted I answered clearly and politely, "My cunt is sore Sir, thank you".
He smiled and passed me my drink. We sat in silence and then he told me to drink up, we were going for a walk.
I had struggled to stay warm on my visit, the temperature was about 30 degrees colder than I was used to, and I didn't have the best coat in the world, but, he had decided ........... we were going for a walk.
We set off, him holding my hand, leading the way, along the river. The path was clear, a little slippy in places, the sun came out and the day was beautiful. The scenery was stunning; fast flowing dark water, made black by the peat from the moors, limestone cliffs, green grass cropped short by hungry sheep and bare, skeletal stunted trees along the rivers edge.
We must have walked for about an hour, sharing the beauty, but sharing no words. We walked through one more kissing gate and he stopped and pulled me towards him. We had a good view of the path in both directions...I say we...He had a good view, I had my eyes closed, that's what he told me to do, so of course I did it.
It became a reenactment of being fifteen again, him rubbing my cunt through my jeans, squeezing my nipples, his hand inside my clothes, up my back, stroking the top of my bum...it made me smile, and then it made me giggle. He stopped kissing me and asked me what was so funny. When I told him, he laughed too , and then in a flash, he opened my jacket and pulled my top up, exposing my tits to the cold wind, to the outside world, to everything. The wind found the metal of the bars and seemed to freeze them instantly. "Bet this didn't happen when you were fifteen slave".
So there I was standing on the path my tits out wondering what was going to happen next..........he grabbed one of my bars and led me towards the tree, pulling me hard by the nipple, he pushed me back against it, he unbuttoned my jeans..........very slowly, pulled then down around my ankles, turned me round, pulled off his belt and whooped me good and proper, the crack of the belt filled the air, the bark of the tree pressed into my flesh and my humiliation filled me............He kept at my arse with his belt for ever, or so it seemed and just when I was getting to the point when I couldn't bear it any more, when I was beginning to think surely another walker would appear round the bend and he was too intent of my arse and wouldn't see them, he turned me around again, and told me to pull up my jeans, not to do them up and to make myslef cum. But first I was to stick my fingers in my cunt and show him how wet they were.
Oh dear........a slight give away !
He stood back and said "Well my wanton harlot , off you go, make yourself cum" and within second I was begging him to cum, begging to be allowed to cum, and he let me. And there on the path, By the river, I came for my owner, with my tits out in the cold, exposed, vulnerable and trusting that he would keep me safe.
My legs were shaking, my heart was pounding and my head was somewhere completely different, I could feel the week sun on my face and that was it, I didn't know if he was talking to me, i was unsure of what was happening. I felt him pull my top down, do up my jacket and jeans, turned my around and I felt his hand hold mine and he wrapped his arm around me, pulled me towards him and we walked in silence back to to the pub.
As we walked in the door the heat from the fire hit me, and brought me back to earth. The woman behind the bar looked at me and said......
"I see you have blown the cobwebs away then"
I am not sure that she understood why I blushed, laughed and muttered, "Yes thank you, it was a lovely walk".
He sat down, and I got us a drink.
We sat in silence for a while and then he said ..."Check your phone".
I looked in my bag, he had, at some point in the day, turned it to silent, but there was a message on it..............
"Thank you slave, thank you for giving me your trust".
He put his hand in my bag and got the keys out, put them on the table and told me I had one hour to get back to the hotel, clean myself up and be ready for him.
I stood up, picked up my bag, put my phone in it again and waited for him to tell me to leave.....
"Tick tock slave, tick tock" . He smacked my arse and pointed at the door.
I walked a little sheepishly towards the door, turned round to look back at him, and caught the eye of the woman behind the bar, and I could swear she winked at me.
Saturday, 12 February 2011
Beginning by fucking my face.
We sat for what seemed like hours like that, the warmth from his body filling me, thawing me out. I sat very still, feeling only my breathing, completely relaxed, filled with happiness.....and complete.
His hand began to slowly trace down my spine, one vertebrae at a time, slowly up and down, sometimes with the lightest of pressure, sometimes with the edge of a fingernail, or pressing hard with his thumb.
Inevitably I began to squirm, to wriggle when it tickled, but a quiet whisper of "still" in my ear resulted in me concentrating on the feel of his hand on me, nothing else, just his one hand.
As this one hand gently traced once more down my back, his other hand traveled up the inside of my leg, pried my knees open and he slipped two fingers into my dripping cunt.
He knows my body so well; each inch, inside and out. he knows where to touch, where to rub, what happens when he pinches me, how my body reacts. He knows how to bring me to the very edge and at the last second to stop and leave me a begging mess.
And with just those three fingers, this is what he did.......................and as I took the breath to use to beg to be allowed to cum, he slid his fingers from my cunt, ran them up over one very erect nipple and pushed them deep into my mouth.
My whole body was shaking with the need to cum, but I knew I wasn't allowed. He took my hand and placed it on his jeans, and finally I was to be allowed to touch him, to touch his cock.
I unzipped him, and was about to reach my hand inside, when he pulled my face down with his fingers still in my mouth. He held it just above his cock, and I could see it hard and straining to get out.............
Within a second, his fingers were out of my mouth, replaced by his cock, and his hand pushing down on the back of my head, forcing his cock deep into my mouth, hitting the back of my throat, filling me, stopping my breathing.
He held my nose, and held me down until I felt like I would pass out or vomit, or both..................all that was on my mind was him, and his cock, of pleasing him , so he would allow me to breath once more.
Just at the moment when I felt I could last no more, he pulled my head back, as far as it would go, his cock falling from my mouth and I remember gasping for air before he brought my head back down and rammed his cock in again. Over and over again he repeated this, sometimes holding my nose, sometimes not, and throughout this he never once took his eyes from my face.
He put both hands on the side of my head, and fucked my face; over and over again, with each thrust forcing his cock deep into my throat, until as he came and filled my throat, he once more held my nose as I felt him shoot down inside my throat.
He pulled my head back once more and left me there; on my knees in front of him, gasping for breath,tears running down my face, drool and cum dripping from my mouth and once more his hand reached between my legs, opening me..........................he pinched my clit between his finger and thumb until I yelped and begged him to stop.
"Oh stop slave? stop...I haven't even started yet!"
And squeezing both nipple bars he pulled me to my feet and put me across his knee.
His hand began to slowly trace down my spine, one vertebrae at a time, slowly up and down, sometimes with the lightest of pressure, sometimes with the edge of a fingernail, or pressing hard with his thumb.
Inevitably I began to squirm, to wriggle when it tickled, but a quiet whisper of "still" in my ear resulted in me concentrating on the feel of his hand on me, nothing else, just his one hand.
As this one hand gently traced once more down my back, his other hand traveled up the inside of my leg, pried my knees open and he slipped two fingers into my dripping cunt.
He knows my body so well; each inch, inside and out. he knows where to touch, where to rub, what happens when he pinches me, how my body reacts. He knows how to bring me to the very edge and at the last second to stop and leave me a begging mess.
And with just those three fingers, this is what he did.......................and as I took the breath to use to beg to be allowed to cum, he slid his fingers from my cunt, ran them up over one very erect nipple and pushed them deep into my mouth.
My whole body was shaking with the need to cum, but I knew I wasn't allowed. He took my hand and placed it on his jeans, and finally I was to be allowed to touch him, to touch his cock.
I unzipped him, and was about to reach my hand inside, when he pulled my face down with his fingers still in my mouth. He held it just above his cock, and I could see it hard and straining to get out.............
Within a second, his fingers were out of my mouth, replaced by his cock, and his hand pushing down on the back of my head, forcing his cock deep into my mouth, hitting the back of my throat, filling me, stopping my breathing.
He held my nose, and held me down until I felt like I would pass out or vomit, or both..................all that was on my mind was him, and his cock, of pleasing him , so he would allow me to breath once more.
Just at the moment when I felt I could last no more, he pulled my head back, as far as it would go, his cock falling from my mouth and I remember gasping for air before he brought my head back down and rammed his cock in again. Over and over again he repeated this, sometimes holding my nose, sometimes not, and throughout this he never once took his eyes from my face.
He put both hands on the side of my head, and fucked my face; over and over again, with each thrust forcing his cock deep into my throat, until as he came and filled my throat, he once more held my nose as I felt him shoot down inside my throat.
He pulled my head back once more and left me there; on my knees in front of him, gasping for breath,tears running down my face, drool and cum dripping from my mouth and once more his hand reached between my legs, opening me..........................he pinched my clit between his finger and thumb until I yelped and begged him to stop.
"Oh stop slave? stop...I haven't even started yet!"
And squeezing both nipple bars he pulled me to my feet and put me across his knee.
Saturday, 22 January 2011
A different sort of mind fuck ...lesson three
Last night we managed to talk for a couple of hours without any interruption, we just chatted, like we do when we are together, nothing specific, nothing exciting or even slightly D/s...nothing at all that if you had overheard the conversation would have led you to believe we were anything more than an boring old couple, other than the fact that I was sitting naked with my rope round my neck and I addressed him as Sir, but other than that nothing.
So this morning when I woke up I expected our talk to carry along more or less in the same vein.
Oh silly silly slave.
I woke early and he sent me back to sleep...........I thought he wasn't being considerate. He woke me by text then told me to go back to sleep, he did this three times and on the fourth time I was expecting the same, but instead of "Go back to sleep slave" it was"Get up slave, go and turn the shower on, get it nice and cold".
Now he knows how much I hate the cold, he knows, he really does, and uses it sometimes as a punishment, or gives me a choice of a cold shower and something he knows I hate more and enjoys when I choose the shower. I sometimes try to choose the other option , and he enjoys watching the struggle on my face as I pot for the shower anyway.
But there I stood in the shower, the cold water running all over me, my nipples tight like little buttons, my muscles beginning to tighten, to shiver, when he told me to turn it off. I was waiting for the usual command of "Dry yourself slave" , but as I stood there, shivering , he made me turn it on again and stand under it again. By the third time I was crying, big sobby tears of cold, frustration and anger. Yes I admit it, I was angry at him for being mean.
After the third long cold shower I stood before him, water dripping from my hair, down my tits, my nipples sore from the cold, my legs shaking, and I stood and waited....and waited until I was dry, just one small trickle of water dripping from my hair, down my back and between my bum cheeks.
"Slave.................lie on the floor............face down"
So I lay face down, face into the floor, my eyes closed, waiting for my owner's next instruction......
I lay as I have been taught, as instructed, face down, hands behind my back, my legs crossed and then in a very quiet voice I heard the word......
"slave"
Once I am in that position; my place, I am not permitted to talk unless given specific instruction, and so I waited for more from him.......
I strained to hear him.......................'slave ..... move your hand to your cunt and if you are wet you may show me your hand".
Oh and yes I was wet, my fingers were soaking when I touched my cunt.
He told me to return my hand to my cunt and not to move it, not to move a muscle...and very quietly he told me how he is going to welcome me home.
How he is going to hold me and stroke my hair, how he longs to kiss me, to look at my face, into my eyes, he he wants to put me over his lap and spank me till I beg him to stop, how he has already chosen the belt he will use on my arse, how his favourite crop is in his car ready,how he will place his hand over my mouth and pinch my nose and watch me wait until he give me my breath back, how he will slip his hand round my neck and squeeze when he allows me to cum, how he will pull me to him by my nipple bars and torture my nipples while he fills my throat with his cock, how he will use the crop while I suck him till he shoots down my throat.................
And without warning, I came.......................big shuddering, deep inside me, whole body orgasm.....that left me shaken and crying.
"Oh slave...........and you didn't even move against your hand"
And I hadn't,, I really hadn't, it was a complete mind fuck...........................
But following the theme of the day............I then had to crawl to get the toy he gave me to go away with and cum again, and then again., till I lay in a sweaty heap on the floor, legs open, cunt pulled wide so he could see, could inspect me
"You see slave...its all about control...it's all in the mind.
I wanted to say "no Sir , its all in my cunt" but I smiled and said "yes Sir"...because as usual he is right.
Lesson in threes.
So this morning when I woke up I expected our talk to carry along more or less in the same vein.
Oh silly silly slave.
I woke early and he sent me back to sleep...........I thought he wasn't being considerate. He woke me by text then told me to go back to sleep, he did this three times and on the fourth time I was expecting the same, but instead of "Go back to sleep slave" it was"Get up slave, go and turn the shower on, get it nice and cold".
Now he knows how much I hate the cold, he knows, he really does, and uses it sometimes as a punishment, or gives me a choice of a cold shower and something he knows I hate more and enjoys when I choose the shower. I sometimes try to choose the other option , and he enjoys watching the struggle on my face as I pot for the shower anyway.
But there I stood in the shower, the cold water running all over me, my nipples tight like little buttons, my muscles beginning to tighten, to shiver, when he told me to turn it off. I was waiting for the usual command of "Dry yourself slave" , but as I stood there, shivering , he made me turn it on again and stand under it again. By the third time I was crying, big sobby tears of cold, frustration and anger. Yes I admit it, I was angry at him for being mean.
After the third long cold shower I stood before him, water dripping from my hair, down my tits, my nipples sore from the cold, my legs shaking, and I stood and waited....and waited until I was dry, just one small trickle of water dripping from my hair, down my back and between my bum cheeks.
"Slave.................lie on the floor............face down"
So I lay face down, face into the floor, my eyes closed, waiting for my owner's next instruction......
I lay as I have been taught, as instructed, face down, hands behind my back, my legs crossed and then in a very quiet voice I heard the word......
"slave"
Once I am in that position; my place, I am not permitted to talk unless given specific instruction, and so I waited for more from him.......
I strained to hear him.......................'slave ..... move your hand to your cunt and if you are wet you may show me your hand".
Oh and yes I was wet, my fingers were soaking when I touched my cunt.
He told me to return my hand to my cunt and not to move it, not to move a muscle...and very quietly he told me how he is going to welcome me home.
How he is going to hold me and stroke my hair, how he longs to kiss me, to look at my face, into my eyes, he he wants to put me over his lap and spank me till I beg him to stop, how he has already chosen the belt he will use on my arse, how his favourite crop is in his car ready,how he will place his hand over my mouth and pinch my nose and watch me wait until he give me my breath back, how he will slip his hand round my neck and squeeze when he allows me to cum, how he will pull me to him by my nipple bars and torture my nipples while he fills my throat with his cock, how he will use the crop while I suck him till he shoots down my throat.................
And without warning, I came.......................big shuddering, deep inside me, whole body orgasm.....that left me shaken and crying.
"Oh slave...........and you didn't even move against your hand"
And I hadn't,, I really hadn't, it was a complete mind fuck...........................
But following the theme of the day............I then had to crawl to get the toy he gave me to go away with and cum again, and then again., till I lay in a sweaty heap on the floor, legs open, cunt pulled wide so he could see, could inspect me
"You see slave...its all about control...it's all in the mind.
I wanted to say "no Sir , its all in my cunt" but I smiled and said "yes Sir"...because as usual he is right.
Lesson in threes.
Thursday, 13 January 2011
Ways to tell your owner is feeling better
He is feeling better,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,how can I tell?
It could be the rope marks left on my tits from the tightest binding I have ever had to do, till they turned blueish and then purpleish, till they felt like that were going to split like a ripe plum, the skin tight and straining.
It could be the deep pain in my nipples from wearing the clothes pegs under my clothes. The bra pressing the pegs onto me, twisting and shifting them with even the smallest movement, making it hard for me to get my head round the pain till I am whimpering and gasping with each breath.
It could be the marks left on my tits from the killer pegs that I had to put on my bound tits. The pegs he chose that have a grip like a nipple fitting into a hole, that impress the flesh like a waffle iron and hurt like hell when you take them off, so your eyes smart, the breath catches in the back of your throat and you can't decide if it hurts more to keep them on or take them off.
It could be the messing with my head, while he left me blindfold and bound in the corner, telling me I was a slut, a toy, a thing to be used.
It could be how he made me kneel before him and bring me to that second of wild abandon before I come, that moment of almost madness, where he stopped me and left me standing begging to be allowed to cum and being denied.
These are some of the clues that made me think he might be feeling a tad better..............I'm not looking forward to when he us 100%....actually maybe I am.:)
It could be the rope marks left on my tits from the tightest binding I have ever had to do, till they turned blueish and then purpleish, till they felt like that were going to split like a ripe plum, the skin tight and straining.
It could be the deep pain in my nipples from wearing the clothes pegs under my clothes. The bra pressing the pegs onto me, twisting and shifting them with even the smallest movement, making it hard for me to get my head round the pain till I am whimpering and gasping with each breath.
It could be the marks left on my tits from the killer pegs that I had to put on my bound tits. The pegs he chose that have a grip like a nipple fitting into a hole, that impress the flesh like a waffle iron and hurt like hell when you take them off, so your eyes smart, the breath catches in the back of your throat and you can't decide if it hurts more to keep them on or take them off.
It could be the messing with my head, while he left me blindfold and bound in the corner, telling me I was a slut, a toy, a thing to be used.
It could be how he made me kneel before him and bring me to that second of wild abandon before I come, that moment of almost madness, where he stopped me and left me standing begging to be allowed to cum and being denied.
These are some of the clues that made me think he might be feeling a tad better..............I'm not looking forward to when he us 100%....actually maybe I am.:)
Monday, 10 January 2011
I have stolen something that belongs to my owner.
This morning I woke early, very early and I had been dreaming.
Usually I have scary dreams, ones that follow me into the day and bits of them reappear in my mind, shaking me, unsettling me. Sometimes the dreams are repeats of ones from my childhood,sometimes they stop and start over and over again, over the period of a days or over and over in one night.
They scare me, wake me up, frighten me to the point of being afraid to go back to sleep, sometimes I cry or call out.
When I am with him, he soothes me and holds me, or gently wakes me, although they are less frequent when I am with him, a lot less frequent.
However...this was not one of those dreams...............this dream was hot.......oh so hot.
I can't recall now what it was about, I couldn't even when I woke up, which is unusual, but I just remember it was hot.
I was half awake when I realised just how aroused I was, how wet my cunt was and without thinking my hand traveled south. Slowly feeling my passion rising, the throbbing growing, the need to satisfy myself overwhelming .............and without thinking....................I made myself cum.
.........oh it was good, one of those ones where you cum and then drift off back to sleep feeling Goooooooood.
But when I woke up properly about an hour later and realised what had happened, what I had done I felt so bad.
He has never said to me that I am not allowed to, but I just know I am not permitted to. this is a slave's body and it belongs to its owner, on that point there is no discussion. He can use, abuse and do to it whatever, whenever he likes, and I always have to ask permission to cum.
And now I have to tell him, I have to 'fess up. He will want all the details, every thing I did, everything I thought and no doubt why I thought I had the right to do what I did.
And I don't know how to tell him, but I cannot delay telling him or that will just compound things and then I will be in trouble for lying by omission, and I have never lied to him. But I honestly do NOT know what to say, how to word it, how to begin to talk about it.........I just don't know.
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