Late Thanksgiving Greetings And My Busy Week

First, happy Thanksgiving to everyone state-side. I'm sorry this is so late in coming to you, but I had quite an eventful week. 

The first two dental appointments mum had on Friday afternoons saw her coming home way past her bedtime. The sister takes her to dental things, and thought I could do with a break so she spent the rest of the day with her both Fridays. She was to have one more yesterday, so BIKSS took a half a day off work to come hang out with me at home, and maybe get some kink in. *wink wink*

The only kink we got was in our plans. 

Last Tuesday mum did a YAG capsulotomy. Basically a laser eye lens pouch cleaning procedure. (Talk about a summary. Let's move on.)

Her inflammatory response was way too robust and there was more swelling than they usually see, so her eye pressure hit something like 40mmHG on Friday  morning. (12-22 is normal.) She had a throbbing head, heaviness in her eye socket and I had a tense 6 hour visit in the emergency room / eye centre worrying about her. 

Diamox (which was given by IV) can piss off the kidneys. And since she hasn't got the most pleasant kidneys to begin with, I was a little bit *freaking out* on the inside while remaining reassuring and confident on the outside to put mum at ease. This is extremely tiring an endeavour, let me tell you. 

Anyway, eventually her eye settled down and we were finally given the good news that we could leave the hospital. BIKSS came round and drove three very exhausted women home. He be a brave lad, he be. 

(Also I'm binge watching OUTLANDER, and I'm in love with Jamie Fraser!)

Mum was tired out so she went to bed. BIKSS and I cuddled and had some quick and easy play time in the room while she slept. (At this point I think I was a little bit past caring!)

We headed out to dinner after I had sorted out what mum and the caregiver were going to have for din. By then the mother was up and on the couch watching telly. She was in pretty good spirits when we left. 

I wore a pink dress with a bow to dinner. THIS IS NOT USUAL FOR ME AT ALL. But it was kinda fun wearing something I'm not usually used to. Goodness knows WHY I bought a pink dress. 

So it looks like what the people in my country call a housecoat - but in dress form, not an open robe as housecoats usually are, which makes it kinda more like a muumuu I suppose... in any case, when I appeared in it, BIKSS, for the first time in his life, didn't know what to say because he didn't think it was flattering AT ALL but I guess he didn't want to say that cos it would upset me - being excited at wearing a new dress and all. He "ummed" a little, so I pulled a black sash and wore it around my waist, giving it (and me) some shape. The relief on his face was obvious. And that is how I came to wear a pink dress with a bow to dinner.

Tiramisu at this new place was crazy expensive - but also guilt-free as it's keto friendly. I must say, it didn't taste half bad. In fact it was quite delicious. Altho that Italian place is still our go-to favourite joint for the perfect Tiramisu. Still, this is a good diabetic-friendly option.

The steak sandwich wasn't fabulous, it was ok. But they did use sourdough which is a better option for BIKSS these days, so that was a good thing. What I did like was that you could change the fries and mesclun salad to other sides. We had them change it to coleslaw and veggie fries - carrots, beetroot, sweet potato, I believe, the combination was.

Their small-bites were pretty brilliant. This is the fried cauliflower, sitting in a bed of something sauce, I forget. The grilled asparagus comes with grated cheese and flat zucchini strips in some kind of tangy dressing. And my favourite of the evening - spinach-feta-onion quesadillas.

After dinner we went for a spot of shopping and scored some Marks and Spencer shirts at very-very-cheap. I chucked two tees into his lot and we got them all at an additional 20% off on top of the marked down prices. Total damage -USD $80 for 4 work shirts and 2 tees. That's not bad at all. 

When we came home I had to wake the mother up to dump more eye drops into her eye... and my heart just about broke. She was so tired she didn't even remember my doing so when I asked her this morning. There's nothing like looking at a little old woman without her dentures asleep in her bed to make you think just how frail and weak she is now compared to just 10 years ago... or even 5. 

I popped the drops into her eye and she snuggled up against my thigh where I was sitting on her bed and fell back to sleep in no seconds flat. 

(We had another check up this morning (Sat) and everything is fine now. We're just to continue the eye drops till we go back again 2 weeks from now.)

Meanwhile, after the mother zoomed back to dreamland BIKSS and I tested out his new leather belt. 

Only in a kinky relationship : 

Me - Oh is that a new belt? 
Him - Yup!
Me - It's pretty. Where from? 
Him - Marks and sparks
Me - Wooo. Nice!
Him - Wanna try it? 

Me - promptly pulls down underpants and hops into bed, butt up, belly down. 

LOL. 

Yup. I'm definitely a leather gal. Even after so many months and with it stinging way more than it should from lack of practice (haha) I still enjoyed the feel of his leather belt on my cheeks. 

We got up to no good that evening. Cums were had on both our parts, and for the first time in MANY months the sex felt normal again. The getting to it, the getting through it, and the going at it *again*.

*wink*

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(I apologise if this post was written in what seemed like a haphazard manner. I didn't have the luxury of time... as it was getting late and season 3 of Outlander was waiting. :))

Tarts for his Tart

There is this shop see? That sells awesome soyabean something something tarts. And BIKSS was on the way to get some so I asked if he would get me a couple of boxes too. 

I had fallen asleep by the time he came round, so he found me snoozing under the covers, with 'one nipple peeping out' he says. LOL.

In my half-awake state I rolled over and muttered a hello, and he came to give me a kiss. Then he proceeded to get undressed so as to join me in bed. 

Nothing registered until I heard the familiar sound of leather swooshing free of belt-loops. I smiled, and he tut-tutted at me. "My, this girl..." 

I giggled. And he spanked. And I moved languidly to get into a more comfortable position. And he spanked. 

And I shifted one of the pillows under my tummy for support. And he spanked. 

And he spanked. Hands. Belt. Didn't matter. I like them both. 

And when he was done he looped the belt around my wrists. And he rubbed me with his fingers. 

I made sounds. My eyes were still closed. Delicious sounds, to punctuate the silent spaces between those delicious feelings coming from between my legs. 

Wrists bound above my head. 

The end of the belt was under me. My body weight keeping it in place. I was my own captor. Brilliant. 

"On your knees" he said. Not commanding. Not coaxing. Just a casual sort of telling. 

My wrists were still together. And they would be for a very long time more after. 

He had me suck on Roger. While he spanked my ass with the end of the belt. 

And I sucked. And I licked. All over his cock and his balls. 

"Daddy really likes it when you put your face there," he informed me. A statement of fact. Nothing more, nothing less. 

I think I made a noise. I don't know. I can't remember. 

I stayed there a pretty decent length of time doing what I do when my face is in his crotch. He asked me if I wanted to get fucked now. 

The answer to that is always a nod. 

"Say so." 

"Hmm? Say what?" I was clearly still under the influence of my sleep induced stupor. Blowjob or no blowjob.

"Say 'I want to get fucked now'."

I repeated after him.

"Daddy."

"daddy"

"Please."

"please"

I'm not a fan of eye contact. But as this was happening I was in a bit of a weird position and I was facing him. The entire exchange took place with us holding each other's gaze. 

I didn't recognize the feeling at first. Oh wait. Vulnerability. Haven't felt that around here in a while. 

I didn't dislike it. 

Um what's this? I escaped. Got one hand free. BIKSS must have been distracted with something that's happening. Still, I was triumphant! 

"Lie down" he instructed. 

Short-lived that was. 

I did. He had gotten up to get a towel to put under me. And then I threw him a whammy.

"I think I wanna have a cum."

And I apologized for this unexpected delay to the proceedings. 

He didn't mind tho - got me my vibe and off I went. He came back up and knelt beside my head, sticking Roger in my mouth while I buzzed myself to an orgasm. 

It was quick. I must have been really horny. 

He entered me. Slick. Slippery. Tight. 

The only thing he enjoys more than fucking me, is fucking me after I've had a cum. 

Perfect. 

FFF 23 and the Kitchen Update Plus a Spanking

As I'm writing this (on Tuesday) my legs are aching and my arms are aching - and NOT from any bedroom adventures either. 

I've just been painting the kitchen wall tiles (the ones that are now exposed since the cabinets got ripped off) so that when the new cupboards come in at least they wont be all gunky and gross and ugly. Plus, some of tiles at the very bottom near the floor will now be visible, so I needed to get those looking white at least, even if they're not smooth and glossy. 

Today was also the day I got the old live-in helper packed off (cos she wanted to leave due to some issues with her family back home) and the new one settled in. Thankfully BIKSS came by to fetch us from the agency where I went to pick her up after work, and dropped us off at the parents' place. 

Then I went hunting for paint cos the carpenter rang (while I was dealing with the helper exchange) to say he would be coming in this Saturday to install the new cupboards! And here I thought I had a whole week to get that sorted. NO SUCH LUCK! 

Fortunately for me the little tiny DIY store run by an ancient Chinese man was open. I don't really like going to him for stuff cos he has a crappy style - he'll sit in his desk chair, leaning all the way back, and talk to you until you absolutely insist you're keen on buying something. Only then will he get off his ass to go to the back and get the stuff you want. Talk about zero customer service. 

Anyway he helped by suggesting I get an undercoat and a gloss paint to go over that, instead of spending three times the cash on some actual tile paint, since all I needed was to get it looking white, and wasn't too fussed about the finish. 

I sent an update to BIKSS to let him know where I was on the errand front, and at the same time I said I could feel the stress building up again. 

I came home and cleaned the tiles and as I was resting after having done that, BIKSS sent me a text to let me know he would be swinging by for a quick drive thru on his way home. 

This time I got his hands (I requested a warm up), his belt (which wasn't really co-operating with him) and the flogger. Oh, and the Christmas Paddle. Yup. He wasn't taking this stress business lightly at all.  By the time he left I was ready to attack the wall!

But now I'm done, and my bum still hurts. That's saying something cos the pain usually doesn't linger for me. 

Spankings-for-Stress. The best remedy yet. 

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And now the FFF update - 

Exercise days - 2

>10k days - 3

Highest count - 11,426

Total count - 67,095

Don't forget to leave a comment or a FFF post on your own blog so I can come round and collect everyone's progress report :)

See you soon!

Feeling Forced

We had lunch after work today (it's Thursday as I'm writing this) and then I went for a ride along with Daddy cos he had people to see and I had nothing to do in the afternoon. 

I walked around while he went to his appointments. Then we would meet up again when he was done, and head off to the next location. 

After he got done with all his meetings we ended up in a store we both like. Sometimes shopping with Daddy is great. At other times, I think the more time we spend together the greater the chance of things going south. 

I had purchased something then realised there was a similar something on the sale rack. Daddy was holding on to some pants and I said don't pay for them. I might want to do an exchange and the sale item cost less, so if they gave me store credit we could pay for the pants he wanted to buy. 

1) He knew this store did cash refunds. I didn't. 

2) I mentioned - let's not waste it, we can use the credit - he didn't hear either "waste" nor "credit".

3) He didn't know I didn't know they did cash refunds. 

Basically I thought he knew what I knew and he thought I knew what he knew. Yeah. Are your eyebrows raised yet? 

I had abandoned the idea of getting the on-sale item, and said, well, ok, you're on your own - you can go sort out your bill. But before he could head to the cashier (that's how I remember it anyway), his phone beeped and he had to sit and take a call. So I continued browsing and saw something else I thought I would try. Which I did. 

By the time I came out happy with my alternative (I would save $15!) he was carrying a shopping bag. I freaked out a little. Ok a lot. I got annoyed that he went ahead and paid up even tho he knew I was trying something on. He said I knew he was going to pay for it since I basically said I wasn't gonna do an exchange and told him to go ahead. 

There was a lot of who said what and who did what and why didn't you's and why would you's. But in the end I got my refund and off we went. 

I was sorry I threw a fit, I was. I am. I said so very soon after we left the store. But I also needed to talk about how we could have handled it better. Anyway long story short is that it was just a simple case of miscommunication and shit happens. 

And then we headed back to mine. On the way Daddy asked "Spanking?" I said yes, "but you can't fuck me from behind cos I think I've strained my back and neck from arching backwards." 

I found out later that that worked its way into his brain in a manner that he wasn't prepared for. (We still don't quite know what it was about my saying that that didn't sit well with him.)

What followed is that we carried on as usual, chatted, laughed, got undressed, and then he started spanking. But it wasn't a good spanking. It was awful. Also the belt he was wearing wasn't the same one as from the last 2 spankings, and it was landing all wrong. I complained and suggested he use the belt that was hanging on the back of my door. Better. But he was holding it with the end free. Not looped back on itself like before. 

Again, the strokes were just a little bit off. After 3 or 4 "wrong" hits in succession on the same spot I hollered and told him to stop or he was gonna leave a nasty bruise. 

Then I said, double it back on itself, like you did the last 2 times. He did. And it went better after that. But the bubble had popped, the glass had cracked, I didn't feel safe anymore. 

I felt as if he didn't care, or that he was just going thru the motions. I let him finish up with a hand spanking and then we lay beside each other and I interrogated him on his belting technique. He was defensive, I was accusing. 

Hey, this is my ass we're talking about. 

After that I don't know how but we ended up cuddling and I burst out crying. It didn't feel right and I feel bad, I said. 

He agreed saying that it felt forced. 

I dunno what it was, or if it will ever happen again. But he did say he recognised that something inside him wasn't right. And that it began with that "can't fuck me from behind" statement earlier on. As if I thought his spanking me was just for sex. 

Which for the record, let me just say, I do NOT think the spanking is just for sex. 

He also said that maybe I thought that his coming up to my place was just so he could have sex. Which again, is SO not true cos often I'm the one who says "wanna come over and have sex?" or "let's go upstairs and have sex... " In fact we've had hang-out dates before where sometimes I don't feel like it's a we're-gonna-end-up-fucking date, but somehow I end up saying "wanna have sex now?"

It's not like HE always wants to and I feel like I'm having to give in or anything like that. 

Anyway, I'm sure if it's still bothering him in a couple of days I'll hear more about it. But if not, then it's what it is. A glitch he calls it. 

But we have  learnt something today - If his mind (and/or his emotions) isn't where it's supposed to be, then it'll definitely transfer to me during a spanking. 

So the end result is I got a spanking that felt like a spanking for the sake of a spanking. Cos we both expected that one was going to be had. He wasn't in the right mindset. Which in turn yanked me out of MY mindset. 

I said it felt like he didn't care. And he reassured me that that wasn't it in the slightest. But he did apologise (very sincerely, I might add) for how his not-in-the-right-frame-of-mind-to-spank-but-give-a-spanking-anyway spanking affected me.  

As he was looking at the time, I said, "Now look, I didn't even get to have sex." 

He remedied that. 

"Why is Roger hard? We haven't been doing anything sexy."

"You're naked. That's why. Why are you wet? That spanking was 15 minutes ago."

"Cos pussy juice doesn't just evaporate."

After we were done he lay beside me for some more proper cuddles, and as I turned over to lie facing down he reached for my bum and spanked me with his hand. A proper I-Love-You spanking. 

(But he still owes me a proper PROPER one to make up for the yucky one today.)

Needing Submission

Most of the time the D/s is there in the background, but doesn't come to the very forefront of our day to day interaction. 

This means that sometimes when I feel as though I'm becoming unhinged I feel a little lost. Adrift. Like I need to be pulled back into that submissive zone. I feel as if I'm dispersed, and separating into a million pieces and need to be put together again - enveloped, wrapped up by his dominance. Does that make any sense? 

Monday was such a day. I had been sitting at my desk working out my timetable for the first quarter, which not only consists of lessons and hospital appointments, but also making time for my annual layer-cake bake-fest. This happens every year around the Lunar New Year season since it's a family tradition - we bake these extremely time consuming treats for gifting to relatives and close friends. (The recipe I have has been passed down from a great-grandaunt, and sadly, I'm the only one left in my family who still makes them.)

I had even written in the dates that I plan to get a massage! 

Then the thought flitted across my mind that maybe I should also schedule some spankings! After all, I know from experience that when I get into a pre-festive-season prep frenzy I usually end up frazzled and frantic, and spankings during those times are necessary to help ground me. 

When Daddy came for a quick visit that day he must have read my mind. I was wondering how I should tell him that I felt the need for a little more. More dominance. More spanking. More intensity.

But I didn't have to. He came in and we kissed and as I adjusted my pillows he took off his belt. And we all know what the sound of a leather belt being pulled free from belt loops does to a sub right? 

"Oh, the sound of your belt. Pussy just woke up," I rolled my eyeballs in faux annoyance at this betrayal of my sex.

"Good, get into position," he smiled.

I lay down on my front but it was a funny angle so we adjusted and he ended up sitting in bed with his back against the wall. I climbed over his lap and he proceeded to spank me with his hand. But because I wasn't facing the usual way, he had to use his left hand. We chatted and joked a little about how changing the way one does things is good for the brain. Keeps the mind alert and all that. 

It turned out perfect tho, cos it meant his dominant hand was free to wield the belt. He folded it to the right length and alternated between hand spanks and belt lashes. I exhaled and let the pain take over. He rubbed my cheeks at regular intervals and every now and then he put the belt down to place his  right hand on my head as his other continued spanking. It felt safe. Secure. As if to say - Don't fret, I've got you.

"Who's a good girl?" he cooed.

"Me," I said, and let myself sink into the bed some more. Oh, I so needed this. 

After a time he explored my girly bits and announced that I was wet. No kidding. As he pulled down my underwear he rubbed my back, over the sweater I had on (cold, you know?) and somehow that felt very soothing. He proceeded to insert a finger and I let out a sigh. 

And then I could feel myself melting into him. Into the safety of the submissive space he was creating with his dominance - a barrier between me and the outside world - between me and the pressures of real life. 

He continued to spank with one hand while fingering me with the other. I always enjoy that tremendously and told him as much. It does a wonderful job of making me aware of my submissiveness. He ventured up to my bumhole and I made no objection. In fact I welcomed it -readied myself to be open to his probing. 

He fingered me in both places as he continued to spank, and seeing how I was so receptive, he suggested he might use my butthole when it came time for Roger to have a turn. Well, declared, more than suggested.

Patting my bum he instructed me to get up and I got onto all fours while he took off his boxers and I instinctively began sucking on Roger. I can't remember if he continued to spank while I had him in my mouth. Or if he continued to finger me. I really must pay better attention to other things that are happening when I have my mouth over his cock. 

Then he whispered "Come." Not in the orgasm sense, but in the way that he was ready to move into the next phase of our playtime. I got off him and he stood up, beside the bed.

I crawled over to get the lube and handed it to him. Then he entered me. 

As he was thrusting I could feel Roger growing inside me. Thankfully it doesn't take Daddy too long to cum when he wants to be quick - and when it's my butt at play I usually want him to be quick, so that it doesn't get so uncomfortable that I have to call a halt to the festivities. 

It hurt. Not in a good way, but not in a bad way either. It just hurt. In a there-shouldn't-be-something-going-in-this-hole way. In a I'm-submitting-to-you way. And I was panting and yelping and moaning and whatever sounds it is that we make when we have sex, and after a short while Daddy pushed up the back of my sweater and pulled out to cum on my back. 

He said he wouldn't cum inside because clean up for me was more inconvenient if he does. Which is true. And so thoughtful of him. As he got up to grab the tissues and wipes he leaned in to kiss the side of my face - "Daddy's good little girl" he said, sotto voce.

This. This quiet, tender dominance was what I needed at that moment - it made me feel safe. Able. Enough. 

Daddy Words

"Get into position on the bed.. I'll be there in a few minutes. 5mins." I got a text.

I did, pulling the blanket over most of my back as I knelt and got into a "presenting" pose. My head was down, arms stretched in front of me above my head.

I was naked - just come in from a shower.

My hands were cold too. I stuck them under the pillows.

I heard the door - Daddy was here. He came into the room.

"Hi Daddy..." I smiled at the sheets beneath me.

He replied hello in his "gentle" voice... one might even say lilting - a tone I'd like to believe he reserves just for me.

I heard the belt come off. Then felt the cool leather wrap around my neck.

Mmm. I'm sure I was purring.

"Well, if the belt is around my neck, at least I know he's not going to be spanking me with it," I think to myself.

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He got off the edge of the bed after he spanked me with his hand, "Stay.."

I wasn't sure that's what he said. He doesn't say that very often. 

"What did you say?"

"Stay." How does he manage to make one syllable sound like it has a tune?

"Where'd you think I was gonna go?" I giggled.

"I don't know. You might decide to get up and run out into the hall, naked. We can't have that can we? Hm?? Can't have my naked little girl running out into the hall can we?"

"No, of course not." I'm smiling down at the sheets again. 

"Not with this belt still around my neck, anyway," I think to myself.

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He got in front of me. 

And pulled my head up. No. Pulled on the belt. My head followed. 

Roger was in front of me. Then he was in my mouth. 

He moved my mouth over his cock in a rhythm that suited him. That belt was his baton. At times he allowed me to decide how I wanted to move over him. But mostly he controlled the pace, the depth, the choking and the gagging. 

"Can little girl take all of him in?" 

[Read : "I want you to put my whole cock in your mouth."]

I gagged. He heard me. I choked on him, and still he fucked the back of my throat. My pussy was ready. 

Blowjobs are like the tide, I think to myself. The ebbs and flows. Sometimes the waves are harder, crash louder; sometimes they're gentle, barely lapping at the shore. One follows another, never ceasing. Of that we are certain. The intensity of each one unknown until it breaks.

"Does my little girl's pussy want to get fucked now?"

*silence* "I can't answer him with his cock in my mouth.. do I stop sucking to form a reply?"

"Say Yes.."

"hmmhpyeshhmp..."

"Say please."

"pmfkklleevf," I ventured

"What? Say please..."

"PMHVVfleeesshhg," I tried a little louder.

"Hm? What was that?"

Oh you evil man. Evil Daddy. 

"Phleeejjze,' I managed this time. 

"Well, since you asked so nicely..." he said pulling out of my mouth at last. 

"It's really hard to say 'please' when Roger's in my mouth" I whined.

"Uh huh, but you managed." He sounded amused. "You did well."

 "Ughhh," I think to myself.

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He got behind me and pushed me back down on the bed. I was wet and waiting. Roger slid into my pussy. His pussy. 

The belt tightened around my neck. My pussy tightened around his cock. 

Cause. Effect. Simple science.

And finally I stop thinking. All I am aware of is the feel of him encompassing me. 

Friday Night Kissing

Because it's been a while since I had the night off on a Friday, BIKSS suggested we go out for dinner. Which we did. 

But before that he popped in to use the bathroom. When he came out he gave me an amused (?) look while he asked "How was the cigarette?"

EEEEK! Caught! SHIT! 

*guilty*

See, when we talked about this before it was settled that when I went out with certain persons it would be ok for me to sneak a few sticks. He just doesn't want me to be a card-carrying, or should I say, pack-carrying, smoker. Well, on Thursday night I had a drink session with some friends from work, and my best friend came to join us, and she's one of the certain persons I'm allowed to smoke with. Thing is, by the end of the night there were 2 sticks left in her pack, and she had already bought a spare, so she chucked the almost-empty one to me. Which meant that I had the luxury of having a ciggy the next morning with my coffee (and while I pooped...) and of course I didn't see the need to tell BIKSS. Ahem. I admit there was some planned deception on my part, which probably explains why I felt SO guilty later on. 

But anyway, I didn't go around checking that I didn't leave evidence or anything. It was a case of having just chucked the butt in the loo after I was done - apparently it didn't get flushed.

Enter the boyfriend. Who needed to pee. And they pee standing up and LOOKING INTO the bowl right? 

*Groan*

And then the question, and so I told him. But I felt so, so, so bad about it, that I kept apologising and wanting him to know how I came to have cigarettes with me at home... and he wasn't angry or disappointed or anything, he was just "amused" - his word. He says I have permission to smoke and he didn't say I wasn't to smoke at home or anything... if you ask me, he was just making excuses for me so I wouldn't feel lousy. 

*Thank you Daddy BIKSS* 

I'm just glad it didn't hurt our evening. We headed out to eat, his treat, and then we got some groceries. But this time he didn't get in the queue before I was ready to checkout! LOL

The rest of the night was magical! 

While I was waiting for him to get out of the shower he said I should go get naked and on the bed. He didn't say specifically to do so, but I got into presentation position for him. I figured I should try and be as pleasing as possible! He approved by giving me some swats from my belt. And then some hand spanks. OUCH! I think that hurt MORE than the belt!

Of course that got us all worked up and he entered me from behind, his thrusts punctuated by my grunts and moans, and his asking if I missed him pumping my pussy and other such lust-inducing, heat-generating questions!

We lay about after, and in round 2 I found the remote control for Roger! - It's his left nipple. I flicked over it with my tongue, and sucked on it... which made him want some attention from my mouth. Which made BIKSS kneel over my face. Which left his hands free to attack my clit. Which made me instinctively pull my legs together when it got too much. Which made BIKSS unhappy so he forced them open and smacked my inner thighs. Which got me totally horny. Which then led to more hot sex!

... And by the time we got to round 3 we were ready to slow things down enough to spend LOTS of time kissing and stroking and fondling each other! It went on for a good long time too, and I climbed on top of him to attack his earlobes. Which meant I was straddling his hips and in perfect position for him to enter me - which he did. He pumped into me this way a little while but it's not a very good position for us cos I don't have leverage to move much anywhere since he's a little wider and thicker than my not-so-lengthy legs can accommodate. So he flopped me onto my back and we kissed and groped some more while Roger found his way back into my pussy! And we continued with lips locked until he came. And I DO mean lips locked. Towards the end there I don't think what we did constitutes kissing per se. Our lips were just kinda holding on to each other! It was HOT!

He mentioned that earlier in the evening he was just thinking about how it's been a while since we kissed like that... and I had the same thought after round 1, so I suppose we have the same threshold for how long we can go without a serious snogfest - that's a comforting thought! Perhaps now it's time to work on aligning our threshold for how long with can go without a spanking!

and a shout-out to my FB addiction!

Belting Me Up

Three brown belts
Three brown belts
See how they bind
See how they bind

The longest one goes around the hips
Then stick a vibe 'tween her pussy lips
The second ties both her hands at her waist
The final one holds her legs in place -
my Three Brown Belts.

I added one line, but I claim artistic licence.

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. 

Talking Through It

Thursday night ended with a flurry of texts flying between our fones. I was disappointed that he couldn't come out walking with me. I had dinner plans that got cancelled, and would have gone to see my cousin off, but when the chance to see BIKSS presented itself, I jumped at it. 

And when it didn't happen I was upset. That led to some anger. And blame. And words. And frustration. And more words. Some pissy, some not. And eventually it got better.

So - over the last few posts I've learned some lessons, found out some stuff, made some decisions, and gotten some ideas.. 

1) Do what I need/want to do. And if I can't say OK if he wants to meet on short notice then I shouldn't feel bad about it. 

2) Don't plan walks together cos those are the MOST likely things to get cancelled. So if I'm walking, I'll tell him before I do and if he can come out, he can come out. And if he doesn't, well, I was going to walk anyway. 

3) Mondays seem to be the least likely in the no-show department. So maybe we'll just try and plan dinners / meetings on Mondays. 

4) I'm not sure what the Friday situation is, but I think that's a 50-50 rate of success type of thing. 

5) If he wants to meet or plan something, ask him what's the likelihood of this actually coming to fruition - is it a definite I-already-have-an-alibi thing, or a I-plan-to-but-I'm-not-sure intention.

6) Things at his house don't happen the same way things happen in my house. My family tells each other stuff way in advance and as soon as we know - Your dad and I are having dinner with your uncle next Sunday; I'm celebrating my birthday with the ex-classmates on Tues; Mary and Mike are gonna be in school till late on Fri. And this is a system that I'm totally and completely used to. Over in his house things sometimes don't get said till the morning of the same day. It baffles me, but er, what can I do right?

7) Which brings me to this - I can't fix him, or them, or anyone else. And I can't do anything about anyone else except me. So I'm just gonna have to change things that I can control in order to limit disappointment, increase success rate, and keep upsets to a minimum. 

8) Switching back to sub mode when he does come around isn't as hard... especially not when he comes and gets me from work, waits on my floor on the other side of the mall and surprises me by appearing before my eyes while I'm on the fone with him cos I called when I got done as I was told to do. 

9) Tuna in chilli and oil tastes awesome with spaghetti.

10) Men can carry a heck lot more groceries than I can. 

Which actually is really about last night - I wore a lilac set yesterday, and when we get home I typically hop into the shower. But I wasn't sweaty at all last night, so after a light hand spanking over his lap on the couch I was reluctant to let a pretty set go to waste. 

He got me into the room and I presented on the bed - and he spanked me some more. With his belt, with his hand, employing some new trick where he pushes up one finger against my pussy and spanks across both cheeks over that with his other hand. 

Some went by slowly, others quickly. One set made my toes curl - literally. He saw it and made a remark. 

Then he had me undress, as did he, and climbed over me positioning his cock at my entrance as I lay on my back looking up at him. He pushed in slowly, nudging, searching... and when his head was just about engulfed by my lips he thrust the rest of the way in.

Roger feels angry! 

Does he? Why?

Feels like he's exacting revenge on my pussy.

Hmmm why would he? 

 Cos she's been a naughty pussy?

.....You can imagine the rest. 

He stopped and tortured me by moving in an out only very slightly, just enough for me to need more, but not so still that I could forget there was an intruder in my folds - until I begged him to fuck me silly. Yes, in those words. I was all needy - and if I didn't feel subby before, this surely did the trick!

He made me repeat it a few more times before he resumed his rhythmic plunging. 

After he came I leaned over him and cleaned him up with my tongue. 

As we lazed and talked I apologised for forgetting that it's hard for him too. I get carried away with wanting him all to myself and I forget to be grateful for the times that he does spend hours with me. I suppose I really will have to learn to get used to (or at least tolerate) this habit of last minute relaying of information. 

I touched Roger after a bit, and sucked him, and unlike his usual slutty self (which is normally content with being in ANY hole) he specified this time that he wanted more pussy. So BIKSS got up, had me on my knees at the edge of the bed and doggie-styled me. 

The rest of the evening was pleasant... we measured the circumference of his shaft (yes you heard correctly), played with the tape measure (soft type that tailors use), went to the 24-hour store in flip flops to buy tuna and chilli in a can, walked past the 24-hour grocer and picked up a good sized piece of ginger that he has plans for this Monday, and we ate spaghetti with tuna while watching Honey Boo Boo on youtube - don't google it. Really. If I really wanted to share it I'd embed the video. 

Or hyperlink it. 

No, just don't. 

Then he mentioned not having the car on Monday so that he could spend a little more time with me over dinner and after - so instead of going to town for my treat I suggested an eating place a little nearer to my place, that's still relatively unknown and would be less risky in the being seen together department. 

Which makes me feel a little like, hey - YOU were supposed to plan the dinner treat and just whisk me away to a yummy birthday celebration, but again, I suppose it's just something I have to accept. The man is NOT about celebrating occasions. He does romantic gestures and surprises enough on regular days. But he just can NOT understand the concept of the Special Occasion. 

Still, we live and learn. It's been the first Christmas, the first New Year's Day, and now the first Birthday together. Next time round I'll be prepared... with a list of options. Or something. *Shrug* 'Cos hey, he may be the world's best cuddler, but P-L-A-N-N-I-N-G is the thing I do innit?

Come Inside When You're Done

I was fiddling with my laptop. He picked up the ruler and headed into the bedroom. He kissed me lightly as he said those words. My pussy was already melting.

He motioned for me to lie on him, we hugged and kissed and I offered to switch off the main light and leave just the side lamp on.

When I came back to bed he was kneeling with the ruler beside him, and motioned for me to present my bottom to him for a spanking. [He did say, at the end of last night, that I would get a proper one today, since we'd been missing maintenance for a while now.]

I did so immediately, pausing only to ask if I may have a look at the ruler. He allowed me to look it over, then I returned it to him and tipped my head forward onto the bed. 

He hiked up my tiny shorts and started gently with his hand. It felt good. Honest. Serious. We were quiet - the playful banter we sometimes engage in seemed inappropriate today. He got a rhythm going and I felt myself letting go and surrendering myself to the pain.

After that he rubbed me a little and kissed my bum cheeks - loving, tender. Then he picked up the ruler and started in with it. It was stingy, but the pain wasn't long-lasting. It definitely wasn't un-enjoyable. After each set he would rub me, or kiss me, or finger my clit, turning me on even more!

When he was done with the ruler, I think I got some more hand spanks, I'm not sure, but what I do remember is getting his leather belt next. It was heaven. By this time I was wet and ready. (BIKSS later said that I wasn't as wet, initially, as some other times, particularly when he'd been pinching my nipples, but my defence was that all my juices had been soaked up by my shorts. Hrmph!)

Once my cheeks were nicely warmed, BIKSS nudged at me with his cock, taking me by surprise as I still had my shorts on and we weren't in a sex-conducive position - but both those things were quickly remedied and ... well, I've leave you to imagine the rest! =) Suffice to say, I am one very satisfied sub!

From Meltdown to Maintenance

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