Earning My Stripes

"Can we play with the cane?"
"Go get it, and turn over."

A quick succession of tappety-taps and some swooshes later:

New this spring - reddened tush with stripe design 

Now BIKSS is rather amused that I'm enjoying the cane so much. He gives himself a thwack on his own butt (as if to check that the cane was working!) and after all this is over laments that he can STILL feel the swat on his behind. 

I, in the meantime, have already asked very politely if he would please give me some stripes on my boob. 

I apologise for the not-so-great lighting, but here's the answer to THAT question :-)

This season's latest fad - lines on the bias

What's with the fashion captions? I dunno. I was a little upset that when the second chemise finally arrived it looked nothing like the picture on the website. So I've written to the store and asked them for an exchange (another spank-friendly looking one) or a refund. Will keep you updated.

What's Wrong with Me? (and FF)

The scene: I'm lying on the bed after a shower. He's been nibbling and sucking on my nipples. I'm wet and horny. Then he flips me over and spanks me. A nice long hand spanking. And I want to suck on Roger. 

But instead, he says, "I think it'll be a good idea for you to have cum for me before you go to work today. Can you do that?"

And then I say, "I don't know..."

SMACK! "Wrong answer... try again. Can you do that?"

"Yes," I correct myself.

The scene: I've had my cum with Cap'n Silver and it was soooo good cos BIKSS had pinched my lips together around the tip of the vibe and somehow that made me feel like he had a little more control over it, rather than me being 100% responsible for getting there. 

As I am recovering he comes forward towards my mouth and rewards me with Roger. I busy myself with sucking on his cock and am not really paying any attention to what is going on between my legs. So when I feel his hand approaching my mons I draw my legs together in a reflex action to protect my sensitive clit.

SMACK! That one landed on my thigh. 

Cursing at myself inwardly, I immediately spread my legs for him. 

Dammit! What was WRONG with me today?!

I eventually got my act together. 

There were no more hiccups after that. 

(You know you've had a good romp when you need another shower!)

------- And now, on to the Follow Friday portion of my post -------

It's Saturday for me, but since it IS still Friday where some of you are, I figured I could get away with a FF attachment here.

First, take a hop over to DelFonte's blog, A Place of Fancies, if you haven't already been there. 

Chickadee has also started writing just this month, so I'm glad I haven't missed much! Have a look at her Chickie's Random Thoughts. 

I admit I have been tardy in keeping up with my followers and adding them to my roll, so this is me playing catch-up! 

(If you would like me to list you on my Follow Fridays, feel free to leave a comment saying so, or drop me an email!)

The Kink in the Convo

First, a little background:

BIKSS cycled over on his new bike and then we went for a 30 min walk. 

When we were done and back home, we mucked about the house for a while, not doing very much. Just talking and munching on leftover dessert (yeah, yeah... I know... negates all the good done by exercising - but my policy is walking and eating is better than NOT walking and still eating).

So as I was exploding with disbelief about how idiotic people can be, BIKSS sat sideways on the lounge side of my sofa and pointed to a spot between his legs, on the floor. 

I wasn't sure what was expected, so I made an educated guess and moved to kneel where he indicated while I carried on regaling him with what's-wrong-with-these-people stories.

The following conversation took place via text, and seeing the D/s flow so naturally into our exchanges always makes me smile. I think in the beginning it might have been a little awkward for us to talk about this stuff only because it's usually so hush hush. But we seem to have gotten over it. And BIKSS seems to have gotten over whatever uneasiness he might have had in the beginning about telling me what to do. 

"I like that you asked me to sit / kneel in front of you."

"I liked that you came to do so."

"Wasn't sure what you wanted tho... sit? stand? kneel? I just guessed."

"You got it tho. When I'm sitting you kneel or sit. No reason to stand."

"Understood."

" And if I want you to do something specifically I'll say so."

"Yes hun."

"*Kiss emote* Good girl."

"I enjoy going to you. I feel safe... I feel owned - that's it."

"You know why? Cos you know you're mine. And although you may sometimes doubt, it's getting stronger, the feeling of belonging."

"I know I'm doubting less. And believing and trusting more. It feels good. Scary but good."

"Yes, it can be scary to let go. Especially of long held beliefs." 

"You cannot let me go... and I know you won't."





<- that was his answer.

If you're curious at all as to what we were talking about before this, I think it was the size of his bicycle tyres, the fact that "aha" is easier and faster to type than "uh huh" and how my shoulder was aching from having pulled a muscle earlier. Oh, and whether he might be able to find some time tomorrow to come over to give me a spanking cos we probably won't see each other till Monday (on account of Holy Week and Easter Sunday) and neither of us brought it up earlier. We BOTH thought it, but no one said anything cos we felt too dirty and sweaty for a spanking! 

And the conversation that followed the excerpt contained "you're a big hunk of sweet mushy Dom" (me), "hunka hunka burnin lurve" (that was HIM) and some talk about it being late and him getting to bed before he dozes off on the fone.

Yeah, I love that we can be silly and sweet and serious and kinky all at the same time.

Say Please

"Say Ah." That's the first time he's said that. I obey him. And he rewards me with his hard cock. I wrap my lips around him and suck, my tongue swirling around his head in my mouth.

"You like getting your face fucked don't you? Hmm?"

I nod. As best I can with a mouthful of cock and my head pinned to the bed.

He holds me by my hair and tells me what a good girl I am.

I moan and close my eyes. I concentrate on sucking and licking and maintaining the suction around his shaft.

When my eyes flutter open for just a second, I see him staring down at me, lust painted across his face.

My hand reaches for him, I start to slide up and down his length in rhythm with his fucking of my mouth.

Then he begins the smacking. He slaps the inside of my thighs, he taps my mons, now lightly, now a hard smack! I'm weak with lust myself. He goes away from my pussy, back to my inner thighs, first one then the other. And then he reaches for my folds and spreads me open, as if inspecting me. I'm going half crazy by now.

When his thrust goes a little too deep and my throat closes up on me, I curse inwardly and wait for it to pass, so I can continue to be a good fuckhole for him. Only he pulls back a little too far and Roger pops out of my mouth with a most ungainly pop. I am ashamed at allowing it to happen. But I seize the moment to exclaim how badly my pussy wants to feel his pumping.

As he re-positions himself back into my gaping mouth he smiles his evil Dom smile and asks, "You want to be fucked?"

Again I try to nod, or I might have blinked to indicate that I did, at the same time making an "mm-hmm" sound so that he would see that I responded.

"Say please," he teases. I can't. He's fucking my mouth and I have my lips wrapped tight around him and I'm sucking and I can't say Please.

He repeats his demand. "Say please, go on..."

I intone the words "I can't" with the stress on the second syllable, and it comes out sounding like "mm MMMmm".

His eyes are teasing me now. He replies, "Yes you can, of course you can. Say it."

Desperate, I release my vacuum lock around his shaft and quickly approximate a "Please" before latching back onto his cock and continuing my task.

This has got me so hot and bothered. The impossible demand, the hold on my hair, the obvious toying with me. He leaves my mouth and kneels between my legs and then he spreads my nether lips again, like he did before. And I hear myself exhale a low almost-keening wail, a plaintive cry of need and want.

"You like being held open..." he notices. And he proceeds to spread me, then release, then repeats this over a few times.

"You like this don't you? Hm? You like it when I do that?"

I'm being stupid. The first sound out of my throat in response to all that is "Huh?"

And to make a point he holds me open again as he says "Like this. You like it when I spread you like THIS."

I just about die now.

He thrusts into me at this point, and the toying continues. Looking down at me he slows his movements and watches as desperation shows on my face.

"You like being pumped don't you? Slowly? Hm? Like this? No?

He can see the frustration in my eyes. My body is moving upwards to entice him to pump deeper, faster. He refuses me. Instead, he stills altogether. Then begins to move almost imperceptibly, shallow ins and outs, quick, but shallow. TOO SHALLOW. I need to feel him fill me. This isn't a new game though. He plays this game often. He enjoys turning me into a puddle of need and want.

I grunt. I'm not proud of it. I am totally a wanton slut for his cock pumping deep inside me.

"No, not like that, faster, please... harder... " I beg him.

"Like this you mean?" And as his ravenous hunger is allowed to claim its prize he fucks me hard and fast and cums in a glorious picture of ecstasy. And while it is his body which finds its sexual gratification, it is my soul that basks in submissive pride.

A Girl and her Master

She thrives on his approval, glows in his praise.
She looks to him for strength and guidance.
Everything is fine if only he has his hand in it.
She trusts him with big things, and small.
She is afraid no more, because he is within her.

He is touched by her devotion, caring.
Notices her moods and senses the slightest shift in spirit.
He is proud, and protective of her.
He cherishes all that she places in his care.
No one will hurt her again. No one has the power to.

She is his. His girl. And he, her Master.



(Inspired by Monday night's goodnight exchange. I said "Goodnight Master", and he replied "Goodnight Girl, you've been good.")

The Cat, the Canary, and Cap'n Silver

It was totally unexpected. I made us a healthy fish dinner, then thought we could afford a yummy dessert so I also made us a peach flaugnarde. By the time dinner was done and we were rolling in bed and chatting and cooling off in the air-con, I didn’t think we’d be doing very much of anything, except maybe a blowjob, perhaps a quick fuck… 

After we'd been looking at a couple of videos on his fone, I wondered aloud if the hooks we used to tie me behind the door would fit the top of the headboard. That might be useful if he ever wanted to tie me to the bed.

You know, I’ve always wanted to be tied up. He’s been thinking about how it can be done too. We’ve tried securing me to myself, wrists to ankles, that sort of thing, but never did get around to securing me to the bed.

So it was with some amusement that I watched him climb out of bed to go get one of the hooks to see if it would fit. As it turns out… it did!

I thought it was just something to take note of for future use, that he would crawl back into bed with me to cuddle and chat. 

I thought wrong. 

grilled fish with vegetables

There are a few things that some boys never get tired of. Magnets, bungee cords, hooks, dust on a dirty window and those well written articles in Playboy and Penthouse. 

I didn’t have any magnets, not like they’d have done anything for us tonight, and I didn’t have any Playboy magazines, but I DID have hooks and bungee cords, and a willing sub who kindly directed my attention to the hooks behind the door. 

I know she was only expecting me to try them out, but as soon as I discovered that the hooks fit the headboard just as well as the door I realized this was an opportunity I didn’t want to pass up.

She lay on her back and lifted her hands for me but that position didn’t allow me access to the areas I wanted. I wanted access to her ass so the instruction  for her to turn and lie on her belly was logical.

Her hands were secured to the hooks with long cloth lines and her legs to the bed by the bungee cords. 

not so pretty flan in the pan - but BIKSS loved it

He’s actually going to play right now? Um… ok. We may as well, since my pussy was already wet! No kidding. My bits had begun to moisten the moment he reached for the stringy thing. 

LOL but I had all my clothes on! Heh. Ah well, he’ll figure it out later I suppose. 

My head was between the pillows, and then I felt a sting on my ass. It was PAINFUL! The man decided that since there were bungee cords aplenty, he’d put one to work on my butt! 

I yelped. And complained. OK, I was merely reminding him that he needed to stick to the fleshy bits cos one or two lashes ended up a little higher than we would have liked. He responded with some frenzied paddle whacks. OUCH. OUCH. OUCH. Well, I’ve been wanting him to up the intensity of my spankings for a little while now. And tonight he granted me my wish. It was painful enough that I was flinching a fair bit, but at the same time getting wetter and wetter. 

Then he said he was going to release my legs. 

And then he removed my underwear. 

And then he reattached the bonds. 

Something was afoot.

better on a plate - and whipped cream never hurt anyone right?

The good thing about Fondles’ little toy storage facility is its proximity to the bed. All I needed to do was reach over and open the drawer. 

Her head turned at the sound of the drawer opening, by which time I’d taken out the Christmas paddle, the icing spatula, Cap’n Silver and the lube. All that was missing was the double dildo, so I asked. 

To get the double dildo I had to get off the bed, leaving Fondles lying there, tied and spreadeagled. 

I got the dildo and got back on the bed, reminded by Fondles that she was still in her panties, something that was easily remedied. 

I released her legs and slipped off the bungee cords so I could slip her panties off, then I slipped the cords back on and tightened then again. That left her, again, with her legs spread apart and her pussy exposed to my view. 

A finger between her legs confirmed that she was ready. The first drop of lube elicited a soft gasp from her. 

Watching her lying there at my mercy , naked while I was still fully dressed, was a rush. Knowing that I could do anything and she, nothing except whine and accept what was happening had me hard throughout. 

what started the whole adventure in the first place

In all honesty, I didn’t see what BIKSS had taken out of the drawer. I only began to have an inkling when he asked about the double dildo. He was polite enough to check that I wasn’t feeling “odd” or not up to having something in my ass, but it was impossible for me to answer him directly when he asked how did I feel there, and if I felt like getting it up the ass! 

I answered truthfully, I’m not sure I ever want to be ass fucked, but no, I’m not feeling out of sorts or anything, so I guess I’m ok with something in there today. That probably got me feeling more submissive than actually being tied down! Having to admit to feeling ok to have something pushed in your ass even though you didn't want to? 

In the end I was MORE than ok. He lubed me up and inserted the double dildo. It took some manipulating but eventually my holes were filled - and then the vibrations began. 

After that I was just a gooey mess. I don’t really remember details, but I thought after he’d pumped me with our toy for a while he’d move on to fuck me in that position. 

Again, I was wrong. Remember how I didn’t see what he had taken out of the drawer? Well, I was more than a little surprised when I heard Cap’n Silver’s whirring just seconds before I felt it! Oh it was good. 

I might have been a little anxious at the beginning, about whether I’d be able to cum in that position, and with someone else controlling the vibe, but after a bit I felt my body just relax and allowed myself to sink into enjoying the moment.  

And it happened. I came. And then I think I blurted, “I’m done, I’m done!” as I tried to escape the vibrations between my legs. 

BIKSS did move the toys away and let me breathe a little bit, but then as he was kissing my neck and nibbling on my ear I heard his voice, and could almost see the raised eyebrow. “You’re done?”

“I just meant that I had already had a cum,” I said by way of apology.

And then I zoned out.

I can see why he likes me bound in this position

Sliding the dildo in, I could see Fondles tensing. She was wet but that didn’t make it any quicker. I had to work the dildo into her pussy slowly. The dildo in her ass came in even slower but eventually it got in and I began to pump slow and deep.

Once the double dildo was in, turned on, and grasped firmly, I started to pump a little harder. I stopped a while to reach for Cap’n Silver. 

I wasn’t sure how the combination would work with me holding ole’ Silver but I was definitely planning on finding out. 

It started slow with gentle pumps of the vibrating dildo in her pussy and ass. That changed when I turned off the vibe in the dildo and turned on Cap’n Silver. 

Applying it directly to her clit I went to work.  Slow thrusting of the dildo combined with direct pressure on her clit with Cap’n Silver. 

Soon her thrashing on the bed started to make it a little difficult to hold on to the dildo and vibe. Being the smart fellow that I am I figured a little spanking was in order. 

No, don’t even start to wonder why I thought that would be a good idea. Anyway, a spanking she got, with the icing spatula. Unfortunately I soon realized that I had “beaten” off more than I could …..oh never mind, it wasn’t the easiest position to be in. So there I was spanking her with one hand and pressing the vibe against her pussy with the other when I had an even better idea: 

I’d just concentrate on the dildo and vibe - probably the smartest thing I’d done all night. 

I soon had her pushing her body down onto the mattress and clenching her butt cheeks. I’d seen those actions before and was hoping I’d see her cum. Soon enough, she did. 

Hard. 

She hollered, “I’m done! I’m done!” which led to me removing ole’ Silver and the dildo from her fuck holes. 

As she lay on the bed, spent and recovering, I got off the bed and started to clear up.

I crawled up to where her head lay between the pillows and whispered, “ I’m going to release you now.” A nod was all I got in response. 

Strangely, the act of clearing up, while Fondles lay naked and exposed on the bed, gave me a strong feeling of control.  The fact she’d had an orgasm with me holding the vibe had me grinning like the cat that got into the cannery before the fish got canned and the tins got sealed. Yeah, I know it’s actually “grinning like the cat that got the canary.”  ;-)

I liked it and I’m sure there’ll be other scenes like this.  

What BIKSS looked like AFTER

In other news, we discovered and discussed a few things:

1) I like being manhandled. (I already knew this.)

2) I like having my pussy lips held/spread open (*blush* This I didn't know. BIKSS discovered it.)

3) Having my nose pinched while I'm giving him a blowjob doesn't do anything for me. Nor, therefore, for him.

4) I CAN cum in a different position than I'm used to. And with someone else holding the vibe.

5) We will be exploring in more detail how I like the vibe used on me by showing and explaining what's going on to him when I'm commandeering it, and letting him have more feedback when he's holding it against me.  Initially I felt really bad, like I would be "directing" and telling him what to do, which is kinda insulting (in my head) but BIKSS was really good at reassuring me that it would be perfectly fine and we SHOULD be teaching him how I like being stimulated. To make me feel better, he said, "Master's commanding you to give me directions and tell me what to do."

In that case...

More Words

"Now *THIS* is restoring the balance. My girl in my arms."

- said after we'd been spooning the other way and as we turned back to our normal me-wrapped-in-his-arms position.

"Is this your recipe for reclaiming your sub?"

"I didn't know I'd lost her..."

(/grins)

- said after I'd been spanked, had my nipples tweaked, and been kissed to breathlessness with his hand wrapped around my throat.

"Assume the position." 

- said just before a spanking session. (I bet you ALL knew that was coming!)

"All I did was pull your hair back." 

- said after releasing his hold on my hair, in amusement, noting my arousal at being held in that manner. *mutter mutter* ... in my defence, what's a girl to do when her Master's got her head facing upwards at him because he's got his hand tangled in her locks, and teasing her lips with his tongue, their faces merely millimeters away from each other?!?

NOT a dormouse - a desert pygmy mouse! 

"What happened to the foreplay? You know, where you get me all wet first?"
"What foreplay? You'll be wet soon enough."

-said after I had just finished wiping up my ladybits (telling you why would be TMI)! I was dry as dust (or as a dormouse in the Mojave desert *grin*)! Oh, but when you put it THAT way, um, yeah, the juices did start flowing. Particularly easy too when you consider he was kneeling between my legs and had reached forward to grab my hips and yank me closer so Roger could slap down on my pussy. Um, definitely, yeah.

Just the right shade of Evil, my Master.

Follow er, Saturday (March 23rd)

I'm enjoying Sofia's newly-started blog In Loving Submission.

And I've just managed to go around to Kenzie's place, Red Bottoms & TTWD.

Hop over to say hi if you haven't met them, and I'm sure you'll make them feel as welcome as you did me when I first started in Blogland!

(In case I haven't said this enough times, you guys rock!)

BIKSS to the Rescue n A Pic

The stages of my day today:

1) I was tired - woke up unrested, ran errands, sorted out curtains, did some marketing and rushed back home to get ready for work. In 34 degree (93 degrees F) heat and 80% humidity. Not Funny. 

2) I was frazzled - got stuck in the room (again!) cos the doorknob malfunctioned. Lucky for me, a friend was over collecting something and he managed to free me. That's it - from now on, no more doorknobs. I'm just gonna use a door wedge!

3) I was grouchy - and in pain - Day 1 of period.

4) I was frustrated - with my parents. I can't help them if they're going to just give in to being old and refuse to take any responsibility for their own life. Grrr. Ok, admittedly it's just dad. Mum's doing OK. 

5) I was shocked - at myself for disclosing (to said parents) that I'm seeing someone who's married, AND that I'm bisexual. Don't ask. Really. 

You can imagine that by the time I was done with work I was SO ready to walk off some of that stress! BIKSS said he wasn't dressed to go walking with me but he would like to see me after I was done with my exercise. I was jumping with joy. This was SO unexpected! And just what I needed!

We went to a 24 hour cafe where I eventually melted into that space where I'm his girl again. Let me just say I am fully aware that I was still in bitch-mode and appreciate that he gave me the time I needed to switch gears and get back there!

[Realisation hit at some point that BIKSS getting me back in sub-mode was something I needed him to help me do in order for me to come back to my center again after all the freaking-out and losing-it I'd experienced today. But of course, you lot already knew that!]

We shared an ice cream / mango / shaved ice dessert thingie and some snacks, and then went for a drive along the beach. 

Our equivalent of sharing a milkshake in a malt shoppe I s'pose

I'm feeling much better now. All thanks to Master. How DOES he do it??

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BTW, I don't really do HNT, but here's a quick peek at (or under??) one of the chemises! We love it!

Agony

... is having Cap'n Silver pressed up between the folds of your pussy while you're standing up and wriggling against the door, where your hands have been fastened above you, wanting to cum, but not being able to in that position. 

... is shifting your weight from foot to foot to escape the relentless barrage of smacks raining down on your behind with the spatula, while at the same time trying to greedily push your pussy onto the fingers that are moving in and out of it. 

... is feeling the blood supply being cut off from your hands and having to extend your arms further up so the cuffs don't constrict as much as your wrists, only you're already almost fully extended - and standing on tiptoe!

... is trying to hold still while the paddle rains down on your bum in the same spot, then deciding to give up and allow yourself to squirm away, only to realise there's nowhere to go because of the lovely wooden door that you're already pressed up against. 

Agony ... is such sweet adventure when delivered by the one you call Master. 

Before We Go

"Stay where you are. I'm coming up," he texted. 

That buys me a little more time. I was in a pink top and floral skirt. With my newly permed hair, I was feeling very curly and girly... and all set for our little trip to Ikea (yes, again) to get the rest of the stuff we needed to complete the curtain project. 

I opened the door and went about collecting all my necessaries as I prepared to leave the house. Wallet, yes here, keys, uh-huh, cellphone... 

He came thru' the door and headed to me, kissing me as we said our Hellos. 

"Why'd you decide to come up?" 

"So that you'll have something to remember as we're out walking about later...kneel."

As he turned away I smiled and got on my knees on the rug beside the bed, a little amused. And a little awkward, for that matter. Self-conscious, more like. But I knelt anyway, and watched him lock the main door and come back to stand in front of me. 

And then he had me give him a blowjob. 

I left the house with a damp spot on my knickers. 

And feeling very submissive.

Steak and a Blowjob...

...To-day!

(sung to the tune of "shave and a haircut".)

Well, to be honest, we did more than that. In honour of S & BJ day, and my stroke of luck at having the day off, BIKSS played hooky (ok, not really, it was all official and above board) and took some time off work too!

We wandered around Ikea looking at curtains and rods for my living room and kitchen (BIKSS has been on my case for a year!) so that we can sprawl semi-clothed everywhere  in the house, and not just the bedroom. Mission 1 - check!

On the way home, we stopped at a 24-hour joint (which he has never noticed before today) near my place and had (not great but still edible) steak for dinner.  Then we took a leisurely stroll back to my house. Mission 2 - check!

On to the second part of S& BJ day - the BJ! I started with rubbing and nuzzling my face in his crotch, inhaling his scent, feeling his skin on my skin. I rubbed myself up and down over him, grazing my nipples against his inner thigh, sometimes just skimming the surface lightly, at other times running my breasts up his legs while his cock glided against the side of my face, down to my neck and finally reaching my nipples as I drew my body upwards along his. 

When I finally took him into my mouth he was ready and waiting to enter. I loved hearing his moans, the way he exhaled with pleasure. 

Then with his permission, I got up to get the butt plugs. 

WAIT! Not for me... for BIKSS!

--

One should never say never. Many years ago a friend asked me, quite candidly, if I’d ever had an orgasm with a plug up my ass. Back then the answer was quite clear: “NO feckin' way was ANYTHING ever going up my ass!”

I guess I should have said,“NO feckin way was ANYTHING ever going up my ass, unless I find someone I can trust!”

Well, with Fondles I've found that person, and considering all that she gives me, I figured it was time to let her have some fun. At the same time I decided it was time to get one more question answered. 

I will admit there was quite a bit of trepidation as she got the lube and two plugs, to give me a choice. There was a pink one and a black one. Now, while I was accepting of the fact that I was about to have a plug stuck up my ass, there was DEFINITELY NO FECKING WAY it was going to be a pink one. 

--

He settled on the black one, and after setting it down beside me, I got back to busying myself with Roger. I put some lube on my finger, and proceeded to get BIKSS used to having something back there. I think the distraction of being sucked off helped him relax enough that I could insert my finger a little more than the last 2 times we experimented with this. 

When I thought he was adequately warmed up I lubed up the plug and began inserting it bit by bit. BIKSS mentioned later on that he felt that every time I pushed my mouth down around his cock, the plug went it a little more. I hadn't really planned it that way, but it seemed with every plunge deep into my mouth he relaxed  some more and the plug would go in easier. 

Eventually (it wasn't too long) he had it all in, and I really went to town with some lube in my hand going up and down his shaft, and my mouth on the top of his cock, encouraging him to enjoy the sensations. I was sure to keep checking with him throughout the episode that he was OK and everything was still feeling good.

At one point he warned, "You might wanna stop.. " but apparently it was a little too late cos he changed his mind real quick and had me carry on instead! 

--

The build-up to the orgasm was different from any I'd had before. The combination of warm mouth and plug in ass had me a little torn. There I was about to cum, sensations screaming through my nerves and I found myself wondering about the plug - at least until I actually came. At that point the only thing on my mind was the orgasm.

--

I pulled the plug out, cleaned him up with a warm towel, and then got into bed to do what I do best - TALK! So the verdict : it was a good experience, I'm certain there will be repeat performances, and I think BIKSS is very agreeable to the suggestion that we should now put "prostate massager" on our shopping list! I would have to say, Mission 3 - CHECK!

Early Gift

We're coming up on one year soon, and I've been fussing about what to get BIKSS cos he's SO difficult to buy for. 

Wait. I should rephrase that. He's easy to buy for, well, relatively easy, since I'm not half bad at picking presents. The problem is that whatever I get him has to remain secret. Can't have his wife finding a "personal"  item now can we? 

So we were trying to work out a solution to my dilemma, and had come upon the perfect thing! But I changed the plan... I picked up a diet supplement for myself today, and since BIKSS sounded interested when I mentioned it to him previously, I got him a bottle too!

The plan is that we will both be committed to eating healthily and take the berry supplement daily for 2 months. And if all goes well, at the end of 60 days we'll unwrap a slightly lighter version of each other! (And hopefully I'll be able to get into my good pants again!)

In the meantime, I have a new mantra - I can do it!

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High

I get high from the lack of oxygen when your arms are wrapped around my throat.

From hearing you say "My Girl"

When you make that satisfied Mmmm sound as you wrap your arms around me and I lie in you. 

You send me flying with your kisses, with your tongue searching out mine. 

We have changed, both of us. 

you talk more. i question less.

you enjoy my submission more readily. i trust your motivations for doing so.

you have learnt more of my ways. i have come to understand yours.

you have broken down your own walls... while supporting me as i break down mine. 

I am high on you. And I know you are high on me too.

Behind Closed Doors - A Story by BIKSS

It was a simple case of one snarky comment. His look changed immediately and he stopped what he was doing to stare her down. A hint of a smile was the only indication of what was to come as he raised his left hand and indicated that she was to take it. 

She stood and took his hand and let him lead her into the bedroom. As she entered he released her hand and turned to close the door. The soft click of the lock turning surprised her and she turned back to look at him. 

As she did he reached out and grabbed hold of her neck, firmly. She caught her breath as his fingers tightened their hold. 

Her breathing got shallower and quicker and she felt a fluttering between her legs. His face came closer and she could smell his breath as he whispered, "You should know better."

He pushed her backwards. And she noticed, as he turned her to face it, the straps hanging from the top of the door. She glanced down and saw that there were straps attached to the bottom as well. 

He pushed her gently against the door and pulled her hands to the straps above her head, sliding them in and securing them. 

As she stood there he pushed her legs apart and bent to strap her legs in as well. 

He stood and turned her face to the door. He placed his mouth beside her ear, "Lessons need to be learned my sweet." 

With that she felt his hands by the side of her skirt and the soft vibrations as he unzipped her skirt. Her skirt fell to the floor and pooled at her feet. 

He stuck his thumbs under the elastic waistband of her panties and slid it down her legs, leaving them stuck just below her ass, exposing only enough for what was to come.

He turned away and left her sprawled against the door. She heard a drawer open and knew he was choosing his implement. 

He returned to his place beside her and she could once again feel the heat emanating from his body. 

He placed a hand on one cheek and felt her body tense slightly. He gave her ass a squeeze and his hand began a slow stroking action. 

He felt her relax as he continued to stroke her ass cheeks, leaning close to her face and breathing his warm breath on her neck. 

The first swat was a surprise and she practically jumped as the sting struck home. It was quickly followed by more. 

Her cheeks warmed quickly and she started to squirm in anticipation of each smack. 

His smacks stopped and he suddenly thrust his hand between her ass cheeks, a finger sliding up to push through the folds of her pussy.

The sudden attack took her breath away and she pulled back but that soon gave way to her pushing back against his hand. 

As quick as it had begun, it stopped and his hand was gone. 

The smack of the icing spatula announced the commencement of the next round. 

She found herself caught between wanting more and wanting him to stop. Her thighs were wet with her juices as the eroticism of the spanking started to overwhelm the feelings of pain. 

He went on for 5 minutes, alternating between soft and harder swats, listening to her moans, watching her strain against the straps that held her in place. 

The smacks stopped and she realized that he was reaching for the restraints that held her. He undid the straps holding her hands and bent to undo the ones around her legs. 

"Get on your knees. You're not finished yet." 

He turned her around and pulled her panties down. He made her step over her skirt and had her kneel at his feet. 

"Unzip me." 

She reached for his fly and lowered the zip on his jeans, lowering his jeans and briefs to the floor. 

His cock sprung free and she leaned into it to inhale his scent. His velvety skin felt smooth against her cheek as she nuzzled into his crotch, trying her hardest to bury her face into him. 

She looked up at him and saw him smile. Opening her mouth she took him in slowly. The warmth of her mouth surprised him, but not unpleasantly. 

She released his cock from her mouth and ran her tongue along its length, down to his balls. She took them in her mouth, her tongue working its way around them. Her teeth nipped and pulled at his ball sack. 

He began to push down on her and his hand grabbed her hair, pulling her into him. She released his balls and returned his cock to her mouth.

Her hand encircled his cock as she bobbed her head down on it. Changing the intensity of her ministrations she soon had him thrusting into her mouth, fucking her face. 

She sped up and slid her tongue on the underside of his cock as she felt him swell just before he thrust forward one last time and spurted his cum down her throat. 

He released her hair and let her pull away, a trail of cum dangling down her lips. She looked at him as her tongue slipped out and lapped it up. 

His look of satisfaction said it all. It was everything to her.

He lifted her to her feet and gave her a kiss and held her close. It was all good.

Friday Night Tryst - A Duet

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