The Post Worktrip Reunion (Part 2)

Part 1 can be found here.

When we got home he had me in the shower where I carefully removed my plug. It was all good. No harm no foul. 

I was still horny as anything. But that little adventure seemed to have tempered my libido somewhat. 

After towelling off we headed straight for some long-awaited cuddles. 

But that soon led to blowjob city. While he was watching the OM instructional video preoperly (cos he didn't get a chance to watch all of it before) I decided to ease some of the discomfort in his balls and ever-hardening cock. Oh wait. I think I might have been responsible for causing the hard-ship in the first place. *wink*

It was decided that he would have a cum first, so as not to prolong his agony (who cares about mine tho, right?) and after that he could OM me properly. Well, he's not a nasty fuck. I was the one who suggested it. Cos I'm a caring sub that way. :)

It didn't take too much effort for him to cum as he had also been orgasm-less during my no-cum period. I must say I was very touched that he abstained from cumming too, and chose to wait for me. I made a right mess with saliva dripping off him every-bluddy-where, so I towelled him off with a warm face cloth. We then we got into our OM positions and he proceeded to touch my very tingly, very horny, very needy lady bits. Ah, this is what I've been waiting for!

Eventually we gave up trying to follow the instructions (where to stroke, where to place the thumb) and just had a long and delightful session of touching, and fingering, and rubbing. It was made more exciting (and heightened the sense of submission) for me cos if you remember the OM position, he left leg is smack across my body. This meant I couldn't wiggle out from my position and my pussy was at his mercy. I'm sure this doesn't count as bondage per se. But I was definitely bound.

And I was going insane with needing to cum. 

So I finally asked him if I could have my vibe. 

He assisted;  finger(s) in pussy; heel of his palm resting and pressing against my vibe pushing on my clit. I think he had my nipples in his mouth too, but I can't be sure. I was only feeling the wonderful sensations on my deprived clit. 

I was going to cum, a great big cum, I could feel it, and I couldn't stop it. And I didn't even need to tense my muscles (he mentioned it after, and I said, well yeah, I kinda didn't need to!). It just rolled across my entire vulva, starting from the top and moving downwards and outwards. Yes. I know that isn't the most poetic description. But that's what it felt like. 

Daddy didn't need an invitation. He climbed on top of me and dived right into my pulsating pussy. 

I screamed with each thrust. I don't know whether it was because the contractions in my vagina were just so intense from that cum, or that we hadn't had sex in two weeks, but I felt full and bursting and it was amazing. 

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At the end of the whole evening tho, what mattered the most to me wasn't the great sex, the long-awaited cum, or even that we were celebrating 7 years of nooky. What I really loved about this whole exercise / episode was being able to submit and obey; being of service, and giving him pleasure; making him laugh and amusing him with my wit and tongue (no not just in that way... but yes, also in that way!) and most of all - giving him the opportunity to be the Daddy Dom that he is. 

Blindfold

Theere was no blindfold available so he improvised. 

Up came my t-shirt as he peeled it away from my body. I lifted myself as much as I could off the bed so he could pull it over the top of my head. Only he didn't. As my arms came up above my head he pulled the tee, encasing them, at the same time conveniently leaving my face covered in a cocoon made by an inside out night-shirt, left in that halfway place between on and off.

The spanking resumed, on the side of my breast, as his other hand pulled the nipple up making the flesh taught, giving better access.

He pinched. hard. twisting one way then the other. Both hands were busy with hurting my tits now, their having found their targets - one on each nipple.

He rubbed his cock against the outside of my sex, it was delicous. I ached for him to enter. But was certain it would not happen before he used my mouth.

Which I didn't have to wait long for. "Oh such a good girl... " he praised. "Daddy's little fuck holes, hmm? Just lie back and keep that mouth open for me. That's a good girl... "

I was panting. Moaning. Choking. Didn't even do me the courtesy of pulling the collar of the tee above my nose. Just my mouth. That's all he needed. I breathed hard. In part due to excitement, but also because, well, there was cloth covering my nostrils - held in place by my own head lying back on the pillow. 

He pulled his cock out of my mouth and slapped my breasts around a little more. "Towel?" he asked. Yes I said. (I'm at the tail end of my period.. and we like to be safe rather than messy!)

"Lift." I do. 

"Good girl." 

He gets between my legs and spreads them. My stomach is doing cartwheels in anticipation. Then he enters me. And he plunges and fucks my pussy, "Daddy's good little fuck toy... " 

I melt. And he cums inside his pussy. 

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.

I Don't Want To Play Anymore

BIKSS had an office thing and so he was in a suit. YUM! Not a common getup cos it's too warm where I live. 

So he decided to capitalize on it and had me anticipating the evening's session all afternoon. I got out some rope, as he requested, so that when we got home after picking me up it would be ready and accessible. 

He made a request for me to wear an office skirt and a top with buttons down the front, and eventually we decided I would put on the exact outfit I was wearing the night I passed out and he rescued me and took me safely home. 

So everything was fine up to the point I cried. 

Let's see, he brought in a dining room chair and had me sit on it, still dressed, and then he put a blindfold on me. I'm fine with that. I like being blindfolded. It quietens and comforts me.

Next he had a bit in my mouth. But later on abandoned that idea, I'm not entirely sure why. Perhaps because his intended role-play scenario required me to actually talk. 

Speaking of, I had NO idea there was going to be any role-playing going on. Perhaps I might have been able to talk him out of it if I knew in advance, or we might have had a chance to discuss a scenario we were both (read: * I *) comfortable with. 

Anyway, after this he proceeded to tie my hands together behind the back of the chair and then used the same length of string to tie my feet one to each chair leg. 

Still fine. Restraints aren't a problem for me. I relish the helplessness somewhat. 

And then he started interrogating me. I was confused. I was thrown off. I had NO idea we were doing this. It took me by surprise and then after a moment I figured it was a role-play thing. Ah. Ok, I could do this. I got into it a little, being all sassy and giving him lip and it was kinda fun for a little while. 

The physical aspects didn't present a problem to me at all. He had pegs on my nipples, he spanked the top of my breasts with the spatula, having pulled my blouse straps and bra down my shoulders to expose them first of course... 

He had my skirt pushed up high so that he could rub my clit and stick a vibrator between my legs... all still good. 

And then he removed the blindfold and had me open my eyes. 

And that's when it all went to hell. I looked straight ahead and saw him there, looking fine in his suit. The man I love who would do all he could to keep me safe. And here he was looking back at me. I shut my eyes. There was NO emotion going thru me. I was feeling the physical sensations, the stimuli was overpowering. 

Yet when he had me open my eyes again, I said no. He commanded it tho - and eventually I did. That's when I couldn't hold back anymore. 

I looked straight at him, said "I don't wanna play anymore" then shut my eyes and kept repeating it till I broke down and cried on the 3rd or 4th reiteration. Ok, more like wailed. 

I must have alarmed him, but I couldn't control it. The sobs came, big heaving ones, and he came straight in front of me, removed the vibe and cradled my head in his hands. 

I remember soft words. I remember the smell of his cologne. I remember him kissing the top of my head. And when I was a little calmer, he moved his hands to the pegs on my nipples and asked if I was ready. I nodded and he removed them, then massaged the pain away before holding me some more. 

After I had calmed down even more, he gently leaned over to one side to speak quietly into my ear, telling me he was going to remove the rope. I nodded and he proceeded to release the knots. He motioned for me to get on the bed but it turned out that I slunk off the chair and into a kneel and draped my upper body in his lap where he was, by now, sitting on the bed.

And I cried and I wept and I did all the things associated with leaking tears a person could do. 

He eventually positioned me on the bed so that we were laying down side by side, and he cuddled me till I stopped. 

We talked later, after I knocked back a shot of whisky, and if I'm to be completely honest about it, I think the thing I wasn't comfortable with was the role he assumed in the scenario. He was mean and yucky and perhaps opening my eyes to visually capture the image of my hero with this nasty persona wasn't something I could meld together in my mind. 

Also, if I was tied up and told to do something by my captor, I would weigh the options and decide for myself if it was in my best interest to comply. This is NOT the case when your "captor" is also your Dom. Heck, I'm programmed to obey him. Talk about mindfuck. So to be really true to the scene I would have just chosen to keep my eyes shut and be totally uncooperative. Which would have f*cked up the whole scenario at some point. Not exactly something I wanted to happen. See my dilemma?

So anyway, I asked BIKSS if this meant that I didn't trust him. After ascertaining that there was no fear during the whole episode, and that it wasn't because I saw Dark Wing Dom again, he decided that it wasn't an issue of trust. Instead, he reckons it was just one of those things that I can't handle because it brings to the forefront how exposed I am - and that when I have my eyes shut I can't see anyone looking at me. But once I had them open I became extremely aware of someone else looking at me in my predicament and that's just about as far as I can go with the whole being put in the spotlight thing. 

I don't exactly quite get it myself, or why whatever happened happened... so I'm asking BIKSS to share his POV:

I don’t get to wear suits very often so the event I was attending last night gave me the opportunity to play out an interrogation scenario that I thought would be fun.

Fondles wore an outfit in accordance with my earlier instructions and designed such that I would find easy access to her tender bits.  

I intentionally kept her in the dark about the scenario so she would have to improvise. Looking back there had been, I’ll admit, some question as to how she would react to the scene, although the actual reaction wasn’t one I expected. 

One of Fondles’ difficulties is looking at me while she is in a compromising position. Having her open her eyes, I thought, would fit into the whole interrogation scenario; nasty man forcing her to look at him while she was in a position of vulnerability. I wasn’t prepared for what happened. 

The change from sassy captive to crying sub happened in a flash. Before I knew it she had broken down and was in tears. The safe-word had not been uttered but at that moment it was the furthest thing from my mind. Fondles was breaking down and I needed to get her off that chair and into my arms.    

The first thought that ran through my mind as I held her in my arms was that I’d overstepped the line separating the acceptable and the unacceptable, and somehow gone into Dark Wing Dom mode, something I’d said I would never do again.  She said, thankfully, that that wasn’t so. 

We discussed it and the only conclusion I could come up with was that there remains in Fondles a “failsafe” that serves to protect her regardless of the level of security in existence. Much like a sprinkler system in a factory it’s there acting as a safety device, it is there watching for moments when saving is required, keeping quiet when there is no need. 

Last night’s scene was one such moment. The man she had come to care for was standing in front of her - but the words that were coming out of his mouth were rough demands for her to open her eyes. The contradiction that she was forced to look at aggravated her discomfort to the point the fail-safe was activated. 

She has been in vulnerable positions in front of me before, and while it may be uncomfortable, she will do it because I tell her to. I believe this time the clash of what she heard, what she saw and what she felt because of what she had to do was just too much. So much so that she didn’t even have the wherewithal to utter her safe-word.  

That said, scenarios like this are not something we will be exploring again anytime soon, if ever. 

Pondering a Year (Part 2)

The sneaky bugger man I call Master is just so full of tricks. He took pictures of the following proceedings so that "you can refer to them when you're writing your blog post later."

Now because those pics are just way too explicit for me to actually SHOW them to you, I'll describe them and put in some other pics that are not of me. 

[Please note that I make no mention of being spanked because the spatula, Christmas paddle and belt were all present throughout the entire time we were playing and it is almost impossible for me to detail their use in the following piece without going on for 2 days...]

Photo 1 - I am bound, spreadeagled and blindfolded, on my bed.

He has pulled down the covers and arranged the pillows so that I'm comfortable. And I lie there in anticipation. He kisses me, touches me, then moves away... (probably to take pictures!) He returns with ice. Cold. Wet. Touching it to my nipples, down my stomach to my folds, letting the melted water mingle with my own juices.

Photo 2 - His finger hovers above my pussy, a trail of my wetness connecting the two.

As he touches me between my legs I feel my pussy clench. I revel in his touch. Light. I

can barely feel any pressure but there is definitely contact. Skin on skin. He leaves and I feel something touch my lips. His finger. It is slick with my juices. He dips his finger into my parted lips. I lick and taste myself. This turns me on incredibly.

Photos 3 and 4 - Top and side view of my pegged nipple. 

Having licked his finger clean he moves away. The next thing I feel is pain on my right nipple. It gets more intense over the next 3 seconds and I realise that he has clipped a clothes peg on my tit. I breathe. Pant. I grow accustomed to the pain. It's not so bad now. But I know what's coming. A repeat on the left. I ready myself but the waiting seems to only make me wetter. Ahhh now it comes. The pain is balanced. I am greedy.

Photos 5 through 8 - Roger in various positions near, above, and in my mouth.

He teases me. Sensing my greed he shifts near to my head. I feel the bed sink a little as he settles to the right of my face. I can feel the heat coming from his body. Then I feel that familiar velvety skin on my face. My mouth opens as if by reflex. Yes. I am greedy for his cock. He hovers just millimeters above my lips. Now I can smell him. I can almost taste him. The first drops of pre-cum have escaped and he lets me feel its trail across my lips. And after too long I am finally allowed to envelope his cock in my mouth. Thick, hard, the skin of his glans so stretched that I can see in my mind's eye how shiny it must be.

Photos 9 through 12 - Cap'n Silver on my tit, clit and in my pussy.

I hear the distinct whir of my trusty vibe. He places it on my breast, my belly, runs it over my body. Moves it to pulse on my clit. I am pushing against it. He learns that my left tit is more responsive to its vibrations. He learns that holding it against me with my folds spread and pinched together make me move in different ways. He learns that by inserting it in my pussy he could keep me horny and wet indefinitely. He learns fast. 

Photos 13 and 14 - Roger in my mouth - top view.

The pegs have come off now. I wait for him to rub away the pain. But he doesn't. He waits. He watches. When I have settled he climbs on top of me, straddling my chest. He fucks my face as he holds my head down against the pillows by the hair at my crown. "Are you my fuckhole? Is this my mouth to fuck? Are you a good little slut for me?" I answer him. I make the words form around the massive cock that's plunging into the back of my throat. Yes, I'm your slut, Yes, I'm your fuckhole, Yes, fuck my mouth please Master.

There are no more pictures after this. After this he releases my left foot, then lifts and bends my leg so that he can lift it over his shoulder as he fucks my pussy. His pussy. He pushes my blindfold up and off my face and tells me to open my eyes. I try to, but I'm blinking from the sudden brightness. Now my other foot is set free from its bonds. I am completely open to him. And as my eyes become acclimatised to the surrounding light, I look up in time to see him reach his climax. 

We cuddle and he holds me close to him. I am happy and I am safe. 

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He wrapped it himself and everything!
It was nicely done too!

I mentioned I might like some perfume as I was running out. 

Nothing too expensive, but something he would like too. 

One day, he caught a whiff of something at the store, he said.

 As he went to see what it was, he recognised it as the one I wear. 

He figured if he liked it then, and he likes it now, that's the one I'm getting.

After I opened my present and kissed him about a hundred and seventy three times, we got to cleaning out the toy drawer. Re-organising was underway when the doorbell rang and the postman brought another parcel - 

This was meant to be in the original gift package but they had sent the wrong item - the bit came instead of this. And my lovely, lovely friend just couldn't leave it be, so she somehow managed to get them to send this quick enough that it arrived on the day itself. We opened it up and tried it on immediately. Oh that felt good!

Well, first things first. The toy drawer was half-done, and we had to think about dinner. "We could have fried chicken you know.." BIKSS said. Our favourite fried chicken chain now delivers! Of course I agreed and he set about deciding what to order. By the time he had placed the call and settled our dinner plan, he was just in time to shift one Yellow vibe to the side and slip in our bungee cords. Typical.

Hmmm Now what? Oh I know. How about a blowjob? That's always a nice way to pass the time eh? There was lube, there were hands, there was a finger up his ass, and there was a phenomenal cum! A job well done for everyone, I must say.

Then there was dinner - I was feeling reckless so I decided we would eat in bed! Fiona described it as being efficient - that way we could get some energy, not have to move and be ready for round 2, or 3 or 4! Lol. I liked the feel of the restraints so I put them on as we lay and cuddled. That didn't last long for soon enough he was indeed quite ready for round... um, 3 was it?

I think BIKSS found the restraints to be most convenient. Grabbing it in the middle of its length, he wound it once around his fist and voila! My hands were brought in close together, and held immobile above my head as he had his way with me...

Overachiever (I)

Yes, that would be me. As soon as I get a night with my man, I unload sex and submission and stress and sadness on him all in one go. But I'm getting ahead of myself. 

-Part One-

(in which we make out)

BIKSS picked me up from work and then we came home to find my tummy unwilling to co-operate with my corset. So much for that idea.

He did, however, lay THESE out on the bed. I was given instructions to shower, then come back into the room and put on some white lace knickers, and stand beside the bed with my eyes closed and then wait for him while he showered.

These I did with great anticipation in my belly. The same one that was already feeling not-so-corset-friendly. 

He entered the room and began touching me, fondling my nipples, kissing my impatient lips. I felt myself reaching out to him with my face, trying my best to figure out where he was. 

I felt cuffs go on my wrists. These are new. He must have brought them with him. My breath caught as I waited for him to attach them one to the other behind my back. A couple of slaps on each butt cheek signaled he was satisfied. Or else he might have just been testing to make sure my hands weren't in the way for the spanking that was to follow. 

My ankles too, were cuffed and the feeling of wrapped snugness was not unwelcome. It was strangely comforting. The cuffs were weighted, to a degree, so that helped (if only psychologically) enhance the helplessness.

He continued touching me and making my skin tingle in all the right places. I felt my pussy clench from time to time. Then the door. He had gone out to get something, I knew not what. When he returned he moved behind me and rather gruffly growled Kneel as he pushed me to my knees. Ah. The ottoman cushion. That's what he went out to retrieve. 

I did not like his tone. It scared me. I am used to a gentler, whispering BIKSS. Or a calm, steady BIKSS.  The loud, growly BIKSS isn't my BIKSS. It's another person. He scares me. The fear threatens to take over and make me safeword. Not because he could hurt me. But because it is so unlike the man I know. It is this unknown that I fear. Not the threat of danger. 

And yet my willingness to comply overruled any instinct I had to call a hiatus to the exercise. And I was more than a little amused that a thought could flash so quickly across my brain in the mere seconds it took me to move myself to the floor - My desire to submit outweighs my instinct for self-preservation : we need to talk about this later.

And just like that I shelved it away for the conversation I knew we would have after this was over. 

He had me kneel forward, supporting my weight so that I didn't hurt myself, seeing as how my arms were pinned behind me, and began using the flogger on me. I think we were having a conversation about how long it's been since we've played with that. And then he spanked me with his hand, and then with his belt. It hurt. All of it hurt. It had been a while since I've been beaten so thoroughly. 

And then he attached my ankles together, yanked my underwear down to my knees and pushed his cock into me. Was I mistaken or has this scene gotten him harder than usual? He fucked my slippery pussy relentlessly, and I cried out with each thrust. He hissed something that I think was meant to shut me up. And I did, '-ish'. But the way I felt, I just couldn't keep completely silent. Instead, I ended up whining. It was kinda funny, thinking about it now, that I could make such strange, keening sounds. Yes, that's right. You may whimper if you like. 

Argh, so hot. NOT helpful when trying to keep me quiet. Oh, but he knew what would work. He pulled out of my juicy cunt, I'm sure my pussy was gaping at the sudden withdrawal, and fucked my mouth. I was gagging, I was choking, my eyes were watering, and he didn't care. I could taste myself on him, smell it. Is it wrong to be even more turned on by one's own scent and taste? Take it, all of it. You want my cock don't you? Say it. He pulled out of my mouth and left yet another orifice gaping for his hardness. 

Yes, I want to suck on your cock. 

Yes you do. Good girl. 

He shoves his cock back into my mouth, poking into the back of my throat and pulling my head backwards and forwards by my hair and collar. 

You want to see what you look like when you're sucking my cock? You should see yourself..

I stupidly heard the word "see" and automatically opened my eyes (don't ask me what I was thinking - I wasn't) altho as I did I realised there was no reason for me to do so. 

Who said you could open your eyes? 

*I shut them immediately*

He continued fucking my mouth, thankfully stopping every now and then for me to recover and catch my breath somewhat, before plunging into me again. Every time he pulled out I reached for him with my mouth, like the slut that I am, greedy for his cock. Between sucking his cock and his balls he readied himself for an orgasm, and started jerking off right in front of my mouth. I lapped at his head as best I could and prepared myself to taste him, but he had me close my mouth as he came, spurting his viscous cum onto my face... then instructing me to open midway so he could finish cumming in my mouth. 

Have I told you how much I love having him cum on my face? I have recently come to appreciate the warm jets hitting my skin, trickling down the side of my nose, past my lips, and being kept from tasting his cum until he deems it permissible to do so.

*to be continued*

Double Spanked

Well, that's what it is in MY head. You see, I was tired yesterday. I had been running to the ATM and the bank and back to work and then I was on the phone with the Tax office cos they decided to freeze my account due to an oversight on THEIR part. Sheesh. I mean, come on!

Then when I got home I had to clean up whatever I could and pack some stuff into the already crowded spare room so that as little furniture as possible would suffer the fallout from Monday's renovation works. When BIKSS came over I was in the midst of running around like I was the worst tornado to hit the planet. He helped with covering the 3 bookcases with tarp and we moved the table, ovens (yes, I have two...not counting the microwave... don't ask) and of course all the little bits and pieces. 

So by the time I had a shower and he had a shower it was close to midnight. 

I offered to wear some pretty lingerie for him, since I got done showering first and he was trying to send off some emails... but instead I got "Take out your corset".

A Simple Question (Part 2)

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I want him to fuck me. But I don't say so. Instead I ask him a simple question... 

Do you want to cum in my mouth? Or do you want to fuck me?

I look at him expectantly, knowing full well that I'll be happy with either choice. Instead he smiles, a glint in his eye, and bemoans the difficulty in always having to choose between the two. 

Get on your knees. Close your eyes.

I comply. I'm a little lazy at this point, I want to finish up and then just cuddle together, maybe fall asleep for a little while before he has to go. But if the man wants me to kneel, I kneel. 

A Flogger? For Me? (Part II)

*Long Post Advisory - Part I can be found HERE*

I was just lying there, after having had the most delicious 100 swats delivered to my left cheek by the Bambu - cuddling in BIKSS' arms, noticing my breathing coming back down to normal. That made me feel so good. So loved. He has never hugged me tight while smacking me. Not even over his lap. Sure, his hand was somewhere on my back (as I recall) but this was the first time he'd gripped me so determinedly, as if to say I know it hurts, but I know you don't want me to stop, so I'll go on, but here's some comfort while I do.

And it's not so much that it comforts me physically, but more so that it's a signal that he recognises that I've reached "ouchy" level but understands me well enough to know not to stop just yet. And I love him for it. 

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He climbs on top of me, leaving me to roll forward so that my face is buried in the sheets. Mmmm, I think, this is lovely. He sits on the back of my thighs and caresses my now pink bum. Some TLC is just what I need. Then a thud falls on my right cheek. Ahhh... he wants to balance this out... using the flogger on my right side now. I settle in for the count. There's a slight panic as I imagine he might want to go up to a hundred there too. But the anxiety leaves me as I exhale my stress away, allowing myself only to feel, not to think.

Languidly he swishes it over my bottom, first this way, then that. The flogger lands evenly on both cheeks. "This thing IS wonderful" I say, making a mental note to tell Conina about my new present. After all, I've said enough times that I've always thought it was an implement I'd be afraid to try, till I heard only good things about it from her. 

I'm just about wondering what all the fuss about flogging is about when BIKSS decides that he's had enough of this child's play and gets down to business. The thuds are a little heavier, the swishes less airy, and the stings begin to linger, each stroke a little more weighty than the one before. I feel myself jerking upward towards the headboard with every strike, before settling back down again. Swish - jerk - swish - jerk... We go on like this till we've perfected this dance and our rhythm is a steady lilt. And then he ramps it up. I'm hurting now. And I know I'm more than just a little moist. At one point, during a particularly energetic jerk up and down I feel a gush of liquid flow from between my legs onto the quilt beneath me. It is a small one, but a gush nonetheless. It feels like it came from my pussy, from where the wetness is usually contained till the very last minute and I can't help but allow it to dribble down the inside of my thigh, not like a squirt at all. But there was a considerable amount of fluid, I must say. I was surprised. But had not the time nor inclination to draw any attention to it. My head is reeling from the sensations my Master is creating on my behind. 

When the swats become consistently painful he suddenly stops and allows me to catch my breath. Not before I holler "I'm gonna kill Conina for this - how is this pleasant?" [Altho, I was merely caught up in the moment, Dearest, and am still extremely grateful for your encouragement in going the way of the Flogger.]

As I lay panting he commands me to remain face down. Now BIKSS isn't very vocal in bed so any instruction I get during playtime has a huge effect on me. Wondering what other toys he's brought along with him, I keep still and wait. Patiently. The moment he pulls my right wrist around my back I'm filled with dread and longing at the same time. My insides are torn - struggling between uncertainty and surrender. In the end, my desire to be under his total control wins (there never was any doubt, really - all this took a total of 2 seconds!) and I let myself enjoy the tension of the loop around my wrist... now the left has joined the right and I'm screaming inside for him to plough into me right away. 

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I feel the bonds tighten and think to myself how much I love this man. How unafraid I am. How much I trust him. No one, every time I've ever fooled around with bondage previously, has bound my hands behind me this way, on my front, without my knowledge, and with anything more than a silk scarf or necktie. And here he was, my Master tightening these dedicated restraints as he lifts my ankle to join my wrists. First one, then the other. If I'd not been wholly his before, I surely was now. How could I not be?

[I imagine this is what I might have looked like, except my arms weren't stretched out straight, because they could come up to my back, above my butt.]

As I'm adjusting myself to get comfortable I feel a swish- I almost hear it before I feel it- come down on my bottom. Oh, but this was simply the most owned I've ever felt! To be unable to move anywhere, with my hair covering my face, without the luxury of hands to swipe it off my face, or pull stray strands out of my (seemingly) constantly open mouth... 

The sounds that are escaping from my throat seem to be coming from so far away. It's as if I am listening to somebody else's pleasure, no, pain, no, pleasure. It doesn't matter. Not right now. Right now I feel the Bambu working its magic on my rump once again, and before long, the flogger makes another appearance. I lose track. I give up trying to identify the implements that are cutting through the air and landing on my ass. 

"You might not like this..." he tells me, but without waiting for a reply he has looped a length of thick cord around my neck. I feel a strange calm. There is no panic. I know there is no need. It's been designed in a way that pulling on it doesn't tighten it any. It's not a noose. It's a collar. And a leash. Or at least it functions so. As my moans fill the room and my breathing becomes more ragged he pulls on my new accessory, or should I say HIS new accessory, and completely dominates me. I am MORE his now, than I have ever felt before. 

As though having tested it out and finding everything to his satisfaction, my Master releases my wrists and ankles from their bonds and abandons his toys for now. All that's left is the loop around my neck and as he tugs on it, lifting my head slightly off the bed, I feel his cock, hardened with arousal, entering me with one deliberate thrust. I scream and for the second time this night he shushes me. 

My noises fall back to a more manageable whimper... I whine an almost constant sostenuto as he plunges in and out of me, my feet together, hips slightly raised to allow him better access, our bodies a sticky mess of sweat and pre-cum and wetness from my pussy where our sexes meet. As he rocks in and out of me I feel a swat here, a tug there, a hand-spank on the other. It's the most amazing feeling to be under the man you love so dearly, who understands that you are his, that you want nothing more than for him to take joy in all that you offer him, and who does so knowing that it brings you the greatest contentment.

"Where do you want me to cum?" he almost growls.

"I don't care. As long as you cum inside me somewhere," I say desperately.

"Turn over," he directs me.

He pulls out and I flip onto my back. He comes up to where my face is and temptingly puts Roger so close I can smell the sex on him. Immediately I reach out and grab him with my hand, even as I'm adjusting myself so that my mouth settles comfortably on his head. I allow my lips to rub over his glans and rub my hand up and down his moistened shaft. It is now his turn - the groans escape his lips uncontrollably. I increase my pace and then he takes over, thrusting his hips forward and back, cock fucking my mouth, body glistening with sweat from the exertion, thighs trembling with the built-up pressure of an impending orgasm... and as I hear him say that he's going to cum I relax the suction of my lips on his smooth head, while keeping him covered, and begin tonguing the underside of his cock and then he cums, pulsating spasmodically, shooting his thick, warm juice into my mouth.

We collapse side by side and I reach up to grab some tissues to wipe us both, as he catches his breath.

"Did Master have a good cum?" I enquire. 

"Hell, yeah!"

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I lay in his arms. In his space. Cuddled. Loved. He has one arm over me, hand covering a breast, almost possessively. As I rouse, so does he. As his loving kisses land on my cheek, he pinches my nipples.... twists one and then the other. I'm wriggling my hips against him, under the covers. Mmmm, I make sleepy, horny noises. 

"Does Roger want to cum?" I ask him, hopeful that I would be fucked once more. 

"Roger always wants to cum..."

He climbs on top and makes love to me... my legs are pulled up over his shoulders as he moves almost placidly in and out of me, every stroke bringing him closer to his finish. 

"You like fucking my pussy don't you? You like pumping your cock into my juicy cunt hmm? You like fucking your slut?" 

"Yea, cos she's MY slut... all mine..."

"Uh-huh... that's right, all yours. Your pussy, your slut... all yours for you to fuck...."

And then we're both groaning again as I feel him emptying himself deep inside me, inside his pussy.