The One Day I Got Horny (3)

PART ONE IS HERE

PART TWO IS HERE

He pinches my left nipple. I moan. He's encouraged by this. Moves his hand down to my slit. 

"Oh Daddy but I just cleaned up... don't make me wet again?"

"Why not?"

"Because!"

"What? You can clean up again."

"I know but..."

He's moved back to my nipple. 

"Don't get wet, don't get wet, don't get wet... " I chant. To distract myself from the intermittent flashes of pain that are coming from my tit. For if I let myself enjoy the pain, then SURELY she would get wet again.

"Oh a challenge?" he raises an eyebrow. 

And at this point I know I am doomed. 

"No. Not at all. Merely me trying to be in control of my pussy." Is that an adequate response? I wonder, but if I'm to be honest, I know it was probably the most useless thing I had said all night. 

And now he's twisting my nip and pinching and pulling with renewed vigour. I'm on my back, my knees are bent and legs apart. He's lying on his side, and his face is almost touching mine. His breath is hot on my cheek. I hear him growl into my ear. "Get wet. Now." 

I'm a goner. I swear she's dripping. He suspects so too. And goes to check. He mutters something in approval but I'm already too far gone to hear him. I'm concentrating on his fingers pounding my pussy. He doesn't just slip in and out, he's finger-fucking me like there's no tomorrow. I'm squirming and panting and flipping my head to the left and right, ridiculous, really, as there's no bluddy use in doing that is there? My head could drop off and my pussy would still be at the mercy of his fingers. 

Eventually he relents and pulls out, and for 2 seconds, between the time he takes to exit my cunt and land on my clit, I begin to calm down. Then he's on my bud, circling it, big circles, little circles; light strokes, firm strokes; slowly sliding his fingers over my nub, eventually working his way up to full on rubbing. 

I'm twitching and twisting every way imaginable. He stops. And takes advantage of my renewed wetness to enter me again. 

On and on, he plays this game, alternating between fingering my cunt and torturing my clit. 

"It occurs to me," I venture, my voice catching between sharp intakes of breath, "that whenever your fingers come out of me I get the sense that you mean to imply you're giving my pussy a rest."

He smiles his evil smile. 

"But then you go on and play with my clit with such determination that I would like to inform you that it is, in fact, not restful for me at all!"

He chortles. I catch him in a smirk. I call him on it. 

"I'm not smirking," he says. "This is smirking" he demonstrates, without letting up on my clit at all. "I'm doing this."

Well, thank you for that lesson, Daddy. But it makes no difference whether you think what you're doing is smirking or not. For I know you're enjoying this way too thoroughly and I'm getting exhausted from all the heavy breathing and panting. 

"I need a rest Daddy. Pussy needs rest?"

He pauses. Leans in.

"No." 

A matter-of-fact No. Nothing wicked. Nothing nefarious. No teasing in it. No twinkling eye. Just a flat No. 

And I get wetter. She's a wretched thing! Has a mind of her own and I hate her for it. 

I wriggle for what feels like a long time, but is probably 15 seconds, and try again.

"Please Daddy... pussy needs rest..." this time I'm whining. 

And again, without skipping a beat with his fingers, "No."

Argh. And again, that familiar jolt of electricity shoots through my belly, down between my legs. 

I feel helpless. And I relish in that feeling. Play with me. Toy with me. Do whatever you want to do with me. I'm in no pain, no risk of injury, no dire hardship, you know? 

Honestly, he didn't need to stop. And he knew it. And I knew it.

Feeding (and getting) Dominance through Submission

First some facts - 

1) Orgasm denial is NOT a thing we do. BIKSS is always happy for me to climax, either with him, or on my own. 

2) To do this, I employ a vibrator because that's just the way I roll. 

3) The more regularly I cum, the more difficult it is for me to have the next one. And this isn't just about having multiple cums on the same day, or during the same session. In my experience, it's a whole lot easier to have a cum if I haven't had one in the last couple of days. Daily orgasms only ensure more tired muscles and taking a longer time to achieve climax the next time I try. 

And now to our story. 

Which begins when BIKSS was still on his worktrip. 

I had been feeling particularly horny, as I've mentioned in recent posts. And I think that's because it's the first week after my period which is always a horny time for me, in addition to having a lot less stress in terms of worry about the parents *AND* having made a decision to take a break from choir for a while. 

And we all know that when Fondles is stressed everything goes haywire. Libido included. So when the stress is lifted... it's all systems go! 

I shared some gifs with BIKSS on his second last day away, as I was being particularly playful. And I mean, teasing him is always good fun! 

Along my travels around the web I came across a bunch of "how to be a good submissive" type of articles and blogs. And that got me thinking about our own dynamic. I float in and out of submission - when everything is stable in my life, I crave more D/s. When things are crappy all thoughts of D/s are out the window. 

That I'm thinking about submission now is a good sign if I'm using that to measure my emotional and mental state. And boy did I feel like I needed him to be a Dom right now. 

For some, what I do might seem like topping from the bottom. But this sort of thing works for us because we're not quite a 24/7 TTWD couple. And I have loads to do on my own that BIKSS doesn't get involved with. So it's always useful for me to give him hints when I am able to handle a larger dose of Dominance. 

So what did I do? I sent him this.

Along with the words - my panties are wet. I had been stroking my clit thru my panties and it was getting me mega-ly turned on. 

And then I stupidly suggested that I would not have any more orgasms till I saw him on Monday.

He replies "Good idea. Wait till Monday." 

And of course that didn't stop me from continuing to touch myself, because, well, telling me to wait just made me hornier. But I didn't dare use the vibe, cos I was surely going to cum if I did. So fingers it is!

That rat! Hrmph. (I mean the sticker, not BIKSS!) And now whenever I'm feeling hot and bothered I'm supposed to touch myself more? I eventually got round to cleaning the house and then hopping into the shower. But I couldn't resist spraying my clit with delicious bursts of water from the shower head. I have been known to cum that way, so it was all I could do to stop myself whenever I got too close. 

Well. This is doing a marvelous job keeping me feeling submissive - and feeling owned. Especially since it's not a usual part of our dynamic. But then again, I *did* want more Dominance. 

FFF #28

I realised when I got into bed after a shower this evening that I had forgotten to schedule this week's FFF update.

So I asked BIKSS if I could put up the post real quick.

He said ok, but right now as I'm typing this he's sitting behind my chair twiddling my nipples.

It's making it really difficult to concentrate on what I'm doing with my own fingers, I'm just sayin'.

Anyway, here are the numbers :

No of exercise days - 2
No of >10k steps days - 5
Highest no in a day - 18,339
Total steps for the week - 89,768

Ciao for now. I'm outta here. Gonna hop back into bed!

Christmas is Coming 12 - Barking Mad and Daddy Came to Visit

Mad about chocolate bark that is. Daddy tried some today and he liked it! I tried to explain how it's made but he seemed to be a bit confused when I was explaining the lebkuchen and the melted chocolate, and he seemed to be talking about the chocolate that covers the lebkuchen and in the end I decided maybe it would be easier to just make a batch and show him. So we did some together. 

While waiting for that to set, we experimented with some white chocolate but that turned out strange and more like fudge than anything (could be the rum I chucked into it). When it eventually DID set  nicely, well, let's just say having the rum in there was worth the wait!

Lebkuchen on dark chocolate;
mixed nuts and sunflower seeds on rum-and-white-chocolate-fudge.

I went crazy and made up a whole bunch. With leftover fruit and nut from my Christmas fruitcake bake-fest.

Rum-soaked mixed fruit and chopped walnuts.

And these are the fruit cakes - 

That yellow bowl had rum in it.

The first 5 had already been boxed and stored. Yes. I made 15 of them. In 5 hours. It went faster than I expected so when Daddy came over with lunch (he took half a day off to come over and spend some quality time since he'd just gotten back from his work trip) I was already beginning the washing up. 

He was a little bit sick so I came at him with the cough syrup and sent him off to take a nap while I showered.

When I got back from the bathroom this is what I saw :

It says "Wake me". LOL

I wasn't sure if he meant HIM or ROGER!!

I didn't have to tho, cos he got up as I climbed into bed. Daddy was feeling a little frisky I suppose cos he requested that I get his butt plug! I did, got the lube, and proceeded to play with his bum for a while with my finger as I sucked on Roger. Then we inserted his plug and I continued my task. 

Later after a cum we were lying together and talking and he started singing. 

"You're coughing, you shouldn't be singing," I said. 

He disagreed. Then carried on crooning. So I shot him an I-mean-business look and said "Stop singing, Daddy!"

Instead, I suggested that he should spank me, cos that won't irritate his throat. 

"Now THAT I can do!"

And so he did. 

"What are you thinking when you're spanking me?"

"I'm just keeping track... I like to spank evenly..."

Well, that's romantic. And Dom-ly. NOT. 

LOL. 

Later he talked about how when I hold on to his arm or when I bury my face in his hand during a spanking it makes him feel that I trust him, that I accept his spanking. 

Then he grabbed my throat and said "This now, this gives me a different feeling."

I think I made some moan-y sounds and called him evil. Cos he carried on his dirty rumbling talk in my ear, telling me just what that different feeling makes him want to do to me, and his hand was between my legs and I am still on my period so I was horny but not about to get any! Hence, evil Daddy. 

In the end I got up and went and got my vibrator anyway cos I wanted to cum so badly! 

I don't remember what led to this next part, but he ended up saying something along the lines of "Roger's going to end up in your face" I think... 

And I said "Is that a promise or a threat?" cos I wasn't sure how I was supposed to take it! Haha. 

Well, Roger did end up in front of my face, then in my mouth. And then after a few minutes he exited and lay back down beside me. 

Wait, what just happened? "Where are you going?" I practically shrieked.

He took one look at my face and started laughing. "To cuddle with you!" 

"Whaaaaat?"

Chuckling he asked "Does that count as deprivation then?" I didn't answer him. I was busy reaching for Roger to put him back into my mouth! After he came again, I thought I heard him say "Get out" so I scooted away to the foot of the bed from under his one raised leg. 

Which ended up with both of us turning around and giving each other really strange looks! He was at the top of the bed, now faced with recently vacated pillows, and I was sitting at the edge of the foot of the bed.

"Where you going?" "What you say?" "What was that?" "Huh?" 

We were both talking at the same time. 

Turns out he said "Get up" - he meant for me to shift my head back up onto the pillow. And I heard "out" instead of "up", so I moved away (quickly enough that I pulled a muscle in my leg), and then we both just laughed and laughed. 

"How is it that YOU'RE the one who just had a cum in a single-leg half-squat semi-lunge over me and yet *I'm* the one with a pulled hamstring?" I asked as I sat and stretched out my sore muscle! He laughed at my description of his latest cum-stance.  

"You can go put THAT on the blog!"

The rest of the afternoon went on in pretty much the same way. We talked, laughed, twiddled each other's bits every now and then, then chatted some more. We munched on more bark, then continued with our cuddling. 

I was super tired after a bit and asked him to wake me in 2 minutes cos I needed a quick nap. I dozed off for a bit and he kissed me awake when it was time for us to go. He had dinner plans and I had to run an errand. But now that he's back, I'll get to ride to work with him every morning again! Hurray!

The Butt Plug Escalation

So yesterday I wrote twice. Once about how I was instructed to have the plug in me while I masturbated without coming, and once more AFTER I did it because I just HAD to tell someone (ANYONE) just how horny I was. 

So today when I woke up happy that I would have only 2 more days to wait till I saw BIKSS again, this was waiting for me in my text messages - 

OK, I can do this. One more hour today and tomorrow I'll be busy doing stuff so I won't have time to fret about being horny and then he'll be here the day after! No problem. Right?

Wrong. So an hour yesterday, an hour today, and another hour tomorrow. OK. I got this. No sweat. 

How I'm gonna resist grabbing my vibe I don't know. But the thought of finally cumming when he's here will get me through I reckon. 

So I stupidly ask (I'm all about initiative - and efficiency - after all) if I should wear the plug and do my household and work chores. After all, having a plug in my bottom while folding laundry and sitting at my desk means I can concentrate on other things instead of how horny I am. I sold it too. It would be more obvious that I'm wearing it if I'm up and about, I say. When I'm lying still in bed and masturbating it fades into the background, and I'd be concentrating more on my pussy than the plug. 

Erm. He decided I should start wearing it before I did my chores. And then when I was done with desk work and laundry I would lie in bed and then masturbate for an hour. "So it stays in longer today" he announces. 

Drat. Foiled again. 

In the midst of the chat I told him how my clit was dying from needing to be touched and wanting a cum. He started with "Do this for me now."

A small glimmer of hope. A tiny one. Maybe he'll let me have one. Yeah. Nope. 

And so I've gone off and inserted my plug and sent him photo evidence. Right now I'm sitting at my desk and wriggling on my seat as he's instructed. So I can feel it moving about inside. Evil Daddy. 

I must say tho, I have new found appreciation for butt plugs. And while my pussy and butt are feeling very rebellious, my heart is grateful for this very intimate connection while he's gone. 

Hurry back PLEASE!!!

PS. I'll be reading more stories from Spanking Theatre as I do my hour of masturbation later. The link I've added today goes to the Wordpress blog which is a little easier to read, especially if you don't use Tumblr.

I hope you enjoy the stories as much as I do. 

One Hour of Excruciating Pleasure

So I put it off as long as I could. I did the laundry, grilled my vegetables, did some work on my lappy and then put on a fitting nightgown. 

Then it was time to insert my plug. BIKSS had asked for a video so I managed to lean the fone on a pillow at a decent angle and proceeded to push the plug into my bum hole. 

And then began the hour of rubbing and finger fucking and masturbating while reading my new favourite spanking story site. After each story I sent him a video or photo and updated him on how I was feeling - namely, HORNY as FECK!

And at the end of 1 hour and 10 minutes I asked for permission to remove the plug and wash up. 

Which was given soon after the request was made. 

And it was all I could do to stop myself from letting the water spray from the shower linger a little longer over my pussy for an accidental cum! 

3 days to go before we get some alone time (I HOPE!) and a good proper spanking. And then I'm gonna SO WANNA CUM! 

(And maybe take revenge on Daddy!)

Legs in the Air

The spatula, I offered. But no, you had to decide to be generous and let me have the cane too. It's my favourite is it not? Hrmph. Well, yes. But the spatula is kinda ouchy, you know. 

Sure, I'll roll over and settle in for a nice, warm... what? On my back? 

This smells fishy. Something is afoot. Or abutt. NO... you can't be expecting me to... what? Hey, you've got my ankles held together with one hand... are you thinking what I think you're thinking?

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You want me to put my legs up? Like in the air? YIKES! Didn't you said you had no pressing desire to try out the diaper position? I thought we were happy with our usual, you know... the one where I'm cuddled in the crook of one arm, or I'm comfy lying on my tummy in bed amidst piles and piles of pillows? 

Fine. Up they go. But that's not really diaper, I'm just lifting my legs in the air and hugging them to me with my own arms. Aren't you supposed to lift me OFF my butt to get access to it?

Ouch! You're evil! That's my sit spot! OK, I guess that one counted as butt cheek. EEK! I can't move or react in this position. At least if I'm lying down I get a little relief from being able to react by kicking my feet up or squeezing a pillow with my arms. 

I can't do very much with my knees in my face and my feet dangling in the air like this. And my arms are occupied too, wrapped as they are around my legs to hold them together and upwards towards me. 

This is NOT a butt spanking, I tell you. This is a sit-spot-upper-thigh spanking. Ouchy Daddy...

Ahhh rubbing. Rubbing is nice. Is he grinning? He's got his evil grin on!  Urgh. It's my fault I suppose. I should know better than to expect he won't use the things we talk about and turn them to his benefit! 

What's that now? Time for the cane. OK. I like the cane. Mmmmm, yummy. Especially when he goes tappety tappety continuously in one region! 

OW! Not so yummy anymore now. I know... the skin is stretched when my legs are up this way, and the tappety tapping isn't on my butt cheek proper!!! He's pulsing the strokes on the bottom curve of my bum! 

Does the word "sensitive" mean anything to you Daddy? Ack! Ok, ok, I get it! Enough! 

Look I'm all sweaty now from the exertion of taking a spanking! It's not so often that that happens anymore. Mmmm hands. I like it when you use your hands... ow ow oW OW! That hurts! 10 smacks in the same spot DOES that to a girl!

*Flop* Ooooh my legs are tired from trying to stay up during that session! 

Hey, what are you doing with the spatula now? Mmmm love it when you play with my nipple, er, why are you pulling it to the side... oh great.. I get it. You're keeping it out of the way while you *smack* *OUCH* slap my breasts with the spatula... argh. 

Look it's so red. I suppose the skin on my boob colours more easily. Heh. Breathe... breathe... ow ow ow...

I'm sure you're going to want a go on the other boob... oh right. There you are. Moved the other hand to the other nipple to keep that one out of the way while you work my right side now. Are you counting? Hey it's not a contest. You don't have to speed up. Ouch!!!  Going faster hurts more you know... wait, silly me. I'm sure you knew that. 

The cane? You want to use the cane on my breasts? Why not. I suppose it can't hurt much more than anything else you've done. 

I was wrong. It can. Notice my eyes are closed and I'm wincing? That's me saying OW OW OW OW. But again, I'm sure you already knew that. Evil Man. Mean Daddy. And lucky me - for I love EVERY minute of it!

Pegging for a Fucking

Picture this:

You're lying stretched out on your front, your partner climbs on top of you and inserts himself into your pussy, by now dripping, aching for his cock...

Amidst the fucking he pulls your head and shoulders off the bed by way of a fistful of hair so you're lifted off the mattress.

You support your upper body on your forearms and then he releases his hold on you and reaches in front towards your nipples. 

And you think he's going to pinch them and squeeze them and then you feel it. The peg. 

OUCH.

Repeat on other side. 

Now at some point you're going to have to lay yourself back down on that bed cos your arms are going to get tired. 

'Nuff said.

Mean Daddy.

Snippets - Excuse Me Please, My Mind's a Little Hazy

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Leaving His Mark

Literally.

You know how I used to say I don't colour easily? Well, I don't. So that took some hard swatting!

I think he was making up for the 8 day absence.

OUCH.

Sadist

*Important Health Advisory - Read this if you value the state of your bum*

LADIES please be aware that if you ask your man to help you with cleaning the a/c filters, and dismantling the fan grills so you can run them under the tap, they will then think it's fair that you allow them to turn your butt into spam. 

Then they will assume you are enjoying it when you wriggle and try rolling from side to side to escape the cane strokes landing in the same place. They'll also think that by "OW" you mean "Please use every implement we own and turn my ass as red as you can."

I think this is because they can't tell the difference between a grimace and a sultry look. Honestly! How can whining and whimpering in pain signal to them that they should flog you with BOTH the floggers you own... up and down your back? And on your thighs... and everywhere else? 

Oh, and if they're fucking you and you are moaning with pleasure at the tongue licks on your ear, apparently that indicates to them that you'd like to have said ear nipped and chewed on - yes, with TEETH! When you say it hurts, that's a cue for them to grab the cane and get swishing with it on your back! The whole back mind you. Not just your bum.

The heavy panting confuses them too. When you're trying to breathe thru the pain and focus on not losing consciousness, they'll imagine you want them to paddle you non-stop. Turning your head from side to side on the other hand, tells them to stop what they're doing, and pick up a smaller spanker (remember the porto-spankos?!) so they can smack more rapidly and land a higher number of blows on a small concentrated area within a shorter span of time, bringing the pain-effort ratio to its most efficient! And then switch among the three you have and ask you which one hurts more. 

Oh but don't be fooled by their concern. When they comment in amusement that everything seems to hurt today... it's a sure sign that they're gonna reach for another implement. Just to prove that they were right in their observation!

And when you're rubbing your bum and complaining about how hot and sore it is, they'll take it as an invitation to use their hand and spank you - HARD! "Just to see if it will raise some ridges..."

If there was any doubt, it's officially obliterated - BIKSS is a sadist. Hrmph.

What Were My Choices Again?

Maybe you should cum for me again? Hm? Yes, that would be nice. 

(I whine and whimper and giggle and wriggle away from his hand on my girly bits.)

If you didn't want to, SHE wouldn't be reacting to my fingers. She wouldn't be bucking and jerking when I do THIS.

(I insist I'm merely 'stretching' and that the series of tiny thrusts in my hips have NOTHING to do with his manipulation of my clit!)

Smack! SMacK! SMACK! 

(A volley of handprint-worthy blows lands on my butt cheeks. I howl. And wriggle some more.)

Well, you should have taken the option of the 2nd cum huh? It would have been the simpler choice. 

(HANG ON A MINUTE - when did he ask the question? When did I get a choice???)

The man is a cheat. Evil. Cheat.

Hey, you didn't say I had a choice! What were my choices again? And it's not fair since you've already spanked me!!

Who said I had to be fair? Huh?

Okay fine, you don't have to be fair. But you really DO need to tell me I have options before going off and spanking me anyway! 

(I harumph unconvincingly. Damn those giggles!)

(Laughing) OK, your options are, cum for me again, or get spanked.

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I lie next to him and smile at what a good ol' time we're having ... and I figure out the perfect answer!

How about I cum a 2nd cum for you, and THEN you spank me.

Now THAT'S a good answer!

Addendum:

(PLEASE NOTE that as Conina mentioned in her comment below, BIKSS and I have a CONSENT-ALWAYS ON relationship, and the general mood here was giggly & light-hearted, so using my response as an indication of how much I enjoyed his ministrations - despite my "protests" - was definitely OK for us and well within our play parameters.

It is wise to remember, tho, that a "positive" physiological response does not AUTOMATICALLY indicate CONSENT. ALWAYS communicate with your partner, and play safe :) ) 

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.

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.

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.

Day 3 - Busy Bees

Before I forget, here's a pic of a stall by the side of the road selling 'Cialis' and 'Viagra' etc. On the top right corner you can see some dildos... I apologise it's not a clearer pic. We had to keep moving and take the foto as we went walking by so as not to arouse suspicion in the proprietor who was sitting nearby.

And here's the funky lighted-up rainshower thingy in the hotel bathroom. It's way awesome.

There's also a window looking into the bath area from the bedroom... great for kinky couples! *wink*

And now, on to today's activities -

We found the pool and went for a dip before heading out to lunch - that turtle shaped serving of rice was just so twee.

After lunch we went to a nearby mall because we were too tired to venture out any farther than that. After getting some new slippers (a pair for each of us) we decided to come back to the hotel where we took advantage of happy hour drinks in the hotel bar.

Next it was time to pop into the massage parlour that we saw down the street.. An hour later we emerged renewed and very well-oiled! Thankfully the hotel was nearby so it was back to the room to have a thorough soaping. 

We got dressed for dinner and headed out for what would turn out to be the best meal of this trip so far! Chinese food - authentic and delicious. And cheap to boot!

He's been SO humoring me by letting me take a billion fotos of him.

After dinner we came home by train cos there was a horrid jam, and as we were walking across the overhead bridge, we saw a man on a little platform with wheels winding his way between stopped cars, begging for money.

Now that's not something I see everyday.

[P.S. Thank you all for your comments on the last few posts... I have limited access so I haven't written any replies, but I appreciate all your well-wishes and positive thoughts.]

[P.P.S. I'm lying down here on a red-striped back as I post this because BIKSS decided he wanted to scratch me as we fucked a little while ago... the man just wanted to see how I would react and what it would take to mark me. Evil man.]

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Friday in Brief

I look at my Blogroll and I'm stressing. There are SO many new posts to read. Everyone's talking about time with their significant others, how they spent Christmas, stuff to look forward to in the new year... 

I was going to write a rambling post but perhaps I'll keep it short. Not so much for your benefit, readers, but so I can wrap this up soonish and head over to your blogs and catch up. (Altho I doubt I'll be able to get thru many before my dinner appointment!)

So these are the highlights. 

Yesterday was a D minus. For a couple who communicate so regularly bby text / IM / whatsapp, it amazed me that we could get into so many "tiffs" (he calls them episodes) in one day. First it was why didn't you tell me, then I might have snapped at him and said he was blaming it on my dinner party, then later on I thought he was just being evasive by not giving me a fixed time, and he thought I was just being difficult and pushy. Yeah, all in all I counted three different snappy conversations. It didn't end well. 

Today we had a chance to put that behind us. Well, to put that on my behind, anyway. As usual I apologised. I just felt like I needed him to hear me and he wasn't. He maintains I didn't let him say what he needed to say before I cut him off. In the end, perhaps I was fighting him because he's been away from me and D/s for an extended period of time, and I'm convinced when he's with his people he slips back into his old self - the old him around his family and friends. And when I don't hear / feel the strong confident Dominant him my strong independent self stands up and makes the decisions and barks the orders. It's a subconscious thing. Not something I'm aware of. This only occurred to me today as we were discussing yesterday's disaster. 

Anyway, it was all done and cleared up. And after that I needed him to spank me. To assuage my guilt. And bad feelings. Only -- I couldn't say it out loud! Me! Me who tells EVERYONE in blogland that I just ask him for a spanking whenever I need one. Sigh. I made him guess. I had 4 words in my head, I said, and he played along. He got it eventually. I smiled and was so relieved that I wouldn't have to verbalise it. 

"Well, what are you waiting for then? On your tummy."

So something like 300 swats with his hands and the Christmas paddle later, I was lying in his arms, his cum inside me, my face in his chest. 

And all was right with the world again.

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Today was also the first time my breasts bore the brunt of a brutal beating. How's that for alliteration??

It wasn't the intention to mark me, but I'm sitting here and noticing some tiny bruises on the inside of my right boob. His spatula was trying to prove its worth as the Christmas paddle seems to be BIKSS' new favourite these days. He slapped my breasts all over, under, over, at the side, he put my vibe between my legs and told me to close them, and hold it there, while he smacked me all over with his spatula. He put his cock into my mouth and had me suck him off while he did all this. 

I was writhing. And making terribly unlady-like sounds. I asked him for permission to cum and he said yes. I reached down with my hands and took the vibe, placed it in just the right spot, and concentrated on cumming. Only it is kinda hard when you're being beaten repeatedly in the same place at rapid fire speed - and when that same place is sometimes your sensitive inner thigh, sometimes the bottom of an already sore breast; his fingers found my nipples and he twisted them, pinched them, his other hand still wielding the spatula and slapping them all over as he did, and eventually I came. With his cock in my mouth. 

I let go of my vibe and moved my hand around his shaft and soon he came in my mouth. I was spent. But it was good. 

Oh and I was in pain - the residual kind - the good kind.

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After that he wanted to spank me some more with the Christmas paddle - told you it was his new favourite. 

He does this thing where the full length of it lands on both my butt cheeks, right down low just on the outside of my pussy. It does wonderful tingly things to my girly-bits and of course I get wet. 

Roger by now has decided that there is no reason why he shouldn't admit to enjoying it when BIKSS gives me a spanking, so after some discussion between the two of them (BIKSS and Roger, that is) they decide not to waste the opportunity of a dripping wet pussy and have another go. 

Perhaps the reason I was so easily aroused is that BIKSS said to me "Get on your hands and knees so I can spank you. That's right - no,up here, ass over there, good." The whole talking me through a position thing, telling me I'm going to spanked, that's like an instant turn on switch. 

At first he stood in front of me and reached over my back with the paddle to swat my ass. Then he stuck the vibrator in me but as I clenched and squeezed from pleasure, it fell out. He went round behind me now, to continue, and that's when they decided after a few more spanks to just mount me and not let good wood and a dripping cunt go to waste. 

What can I say. Today was a day of thrusting and spanking at the same time. It was so hot my brain just shut down. And so was he. He was being totally Dominant again today. Reclaiming my submission. As I was readying to leave the room and get us some lunch, he said "Before you go, come over here."

I hopped back into bed and went over to where he was lying on his back. 

"Give me your breasts"

I positioned myself over him and he started sucking on them. First one, then the other. And by this time I had sat back on my calves and placed my arms at my side, giving him full access once again to my tits. He enjoyed watching me make those I'm-so-horny-please-fuck-me-now noises as he played with my nipples. 

After some minutes had passed I called him an Evil man for making my pussy hungry again. He asked me what it was hungry for. Attention, I said. He reached down to finger my clit, my pussy, and asked me if that was the kind of attention it desired. Or does it want a cock? Hmm? 

Oh yes! I definitely wanted cock! I wanted him to pump into me, to ram his cock against the inside of my cunt. He got up and pushed me onto my back and climbed over me, thrusting himself into me quickly, and continued to pump immediately as soon as he had penetrated me. 

There was no cumming this round, but after I had had my fill he withdrew, laid back and declared "You may go now, before Roger changes his mind."

And after that, I got us lunch :)

last night's left overs for lunch today

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The last game his team played they scored 4-0 in a win. We had a carry over double stakes from the previous game. at a dozen strokes per goal that now comes up to 96 strokes. The plan was to get the cane out today and do that. And for every stroke I'd give him a kiss - so that's 96 kisses all over his body. 

Now I've done the 96 kisses this afternoon. I wonder if he'll still be game to do the 96 strokes later on? *My fingers are crossed.*