I Have Become Predictable

That's what BIKSS says.

Last week as we were doing the horizontal tango, me on my belly, him on top of me, he said "Squeeze" as he was about to finish.

He stopped thrusting and I did the thing he likes me to do with my butt cheeks, making him cum.

Later I told him that I really like it when I get instructions/commands. When he tells me to do stuff. Or not do stuff.

He grinned and admitted that as he said it he thought to himself "She's gonna think 'he's never said that to me before' and she's going to get all hot and bothered by it."

Me -  "Are you saying I'm predictable?"

Him - "I'm saying I know you."

Hrmph. But yeah. I really do like being told what to do. And he knows it.

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On the topic of being told what to do, I admitted to BIKSS that earlier that morning (it could also have been hormones, I'm just saying...) when my boss summoned me to his room on the Google Hangouts chat window, there was a little flicker of something in my brain.  He never asks me to go into his room. Usually we communicate via chat or else *I'm* the one who'll just slide the divider open and plonk on his chair for a face to face (usually when there are no patients waiting to see him).

Being CALLED INTO his room is a different matter, apparently. In the year and a half that I've been there he's never asked me to go to his room. The other boss, yes. It's his thing. This one? Nuh-uh. I don't know what it was that got me excited. Perhaps it was simply being summoned. 

I told BIKSS I got tingly when I saw the words pop up on my screen. He asked if there was a tingle down below... I said no. Not even a tummy flip. It was just a tiny spark in my brain that disappeared almost as soon as it began. He was amused. 

I think it has something to do with the way I see him - there is some definite respect there. And trust. 

"A tingle in your brain is OK. When you get a tingling down below... now THAT you tell me. Cos that one's gonna be a problem," according to Daddy. 

Sigh. What is it with me and authority figures?

D/s The Musical

Um, I mean, The Phantom of the Opera. Which is where we were tonight. 

The Phantom, I told BIKSS, is definitely Dom. Only he got a bit nasty and carried away with his power at the end there. I mean, think about it. He trains Christine, claims her, makes her depend on him, guides and guards her, and announces multiple times that she belongs to him. 

And when he was no longer playing by the rules and threatened to hold her against her will, she said, F*ck this, I'm outta here. BIKSS thinks she's a good sub. Strong when she needs to be. 

Ta-da!

Now on tonight's date I wore some pretty shoes, a lace top and cami to match the colour of said shoes, and sexy jet black jeans. I didn't bring a bag, since I wouldn't need anything aside from the house keys (he suggested leaving them in the car) and  my phone.

BIKSS offered to hold on to it for me, so I let him put it away in his pant pocket. It began flashing thru the fabric in the middle of the first act. I whispered to him to let me have it. I was going to fiddle with it and switch off the light-flashing feature so it wouldn't be distracting. But he turned to me and growled replied rather more sternly than I've ever heard him before, "Leave it." 

I think I might have been a little taken aback at that. But despite a tiny pout, I sank back into my cushioned seat and leaned my head on his shoulder again to continue watching the performance.

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At intermission he handed me my phone and I replied whatever messages needed replying. But when the lights began to dim he held his hand open for me to hand it over for safekeeping again. 

And that's when I realised what he was doing. He was confiscating my phone for the duration of the performance so I wouldn't be tempted to check e-mail, facebook and game updates. Admittedly it isn't beyond me to have done so. 

When it flashed again in the middle of the second act it was in his shirt pocket this time. So he got a little shock too. He promptly took it out and stuck it under his thigh between his leg and the seat. Hrmph. Still no phone for me!

Mean Daddy. That's the name he picked. I asked him if he preferred Evil Man or Mean Daddy. He picked Mean Daddy. So yeah. Mean Daddy. 

And when I play-whined about it in the car on the way home he looked at me rather pointedly and made his case, reiterating the words I've been recently using in our convos - "You would have fidgeted and ended up playing with your fone during the show. So What Would Daddy Do (WWDD)?"

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.

LOL Day Handprints (Chrossed)

[Edit - I'm being shameless. I heard that this post got Chrossed from Renee Rose (who also got Chrossed this week) - and I'm ecstatic! Thanks guys, for the love!]

On Lol Day I encouraged bribed my lurkers to come out and say hello with promises of handprints on my bottom. 

I haven't had a chance to see BIKSS since last week so we have been a little delayed in getting the pictures to you, but HERE THEY ARE! He promised to leave a print for 5 lurkers, and 2 prints for 10 or more... I only have two butt cheeks after all. 

After we spent some time selecting just the right pair of knickers, which we all know is SO important, he had me put them on and get into position with pillows under my tummy to prop me up some. After announcing for the umpteenth time that in order to leave a handprint it was gonna hurt something fierce, he began to rub my bum a bit, more a caress than a rub, actually. 

And before I knew it, I felt one land on my right cheek! It HURT!! Instead of stopping to take a picture of one cheek first, he decided we should just imprint the other one too then take them BOTH marked. The second landed with a little less sting for me, but going by the hissing that he emitted I think it must have hurt his hand quite a fair bit. 

At some point later he actually said the words "that hurt me more than it hurt you - and I mean PHYSICALLY!" 

So here they are, my bum cheeks in all their hand-printed glory. Enjoy ;-)

twin prints

left cheek...

and right cheek 

We wish to inform you that no bums were hurt in the production of these photographs. 'Tis true. While they stung at the time of impact, the pain disappeared soon after. And the marks too. About 10 minutes later there was no evidence of any hand ever making contact with my butt. 

We had a good romp after our photo session. I gave him the best blowjob ever - and I mean that from my perspective. BIKSS assures me it was good for him too *wink*. I think it had something to do with the collar being put in play. Apparently he saw a comment I made somewhere else in Blogland that I should remind him we haven't used ours in a while now, and decided to remedy that tonight. If you suspect it was used to direct me to where he wanted attention, you'd be right. I was completely turned on, and floating at the edge of subspace. It isn't difficult when you've got a finger plunging into your cunt and your face is being led all around his crotch by his finger on the end of a chain, AND when said collar is held just tightly enough that your air supply is limited - not cut off, just a feeling of tightness. I guess it's the respiratory equivalent of being held tightly or bound or wrapped up. 

Also, on the Master front, he used the word a couple of times when he had me in that zone - "You like having Master's fingers inside you don't you?" sort of thing. It made me whine and whimper and melt. And at this point he was keeping me from putting Roger in my mouth, having me pay attention to his balls and licking up and down his shaft. And I had "accidentally" ended up sucking on his cock a couple of times until he tugged my chain and reminded me that I wasn't allowed to do that. Of course I was almost panting by this time, so when he asked me if I wanted his cock in my mouth and I said yes, he had me say it. And it tumbled out. "Can I please put Master's cock in my mouth?" I gushed. And I got my reward!

Oh that's not all, after a cuddle and some chit chat he paid his debt for the loss his team suffered last weekend. I called it 2 to 1 in favour of the opposing team. The deal was 60 with an implement of my choice. We settled on the belt and I turned over for my reward. Of course that got me worked up all over again, and Roger too, I might add, and as his man-snake loitered at the entrance of my lady-cave, I said it again - "Does Master want to fuck me?" And in 2 seconds he was inside.

I must say, you were all right. It does get easier, especially when the setting is right. 

I have also come to the conclusion that I'd like more nipple-spankings. Pinching and pulling and twiddling and kneading between thumb and index finger are all great things to do to a tit. But I've been reading (no, really???)  about having one's breasts flogged / struck / ruler-ed. And since we now have a ruler, I asked BIKSS if he would oblige. The verdict? Slaps on the top of the boob, meh. Slaps on the bottom, better. Slaps that make direct REPEATED contact with the nipples? Oh My Effing Gee!! PAIN! But GOOD pain! And the kind that lasts longer than a bum spanking. 

Finally, here's a little dance-for-joy announcement I've been dying to make - BIKSS and I will be taking a little trip together at the end of the month. Well, he's travelling for work, but it would be a pity to let a perfectly good hotel bed go to waste right? I mean, if he's going to be at meetings all day, someone  should take advantage of it while he's gone! We booked the flights today!

We leave together, but he'll be there for a week, and I'll come back a couple days before him. Still, it'll be the first time we'd get to spend the whole night together - asleep - and wake up in the same bed! He's decided that we are taking our collar with us on holiday. *Claps in glee* He also thinks I should wear it when we go out... so he can pull me back to his side if I wander too far away. Yeah like he'd actually let me walk around with that around my neck. *Hrmph* I told him that wasn't necessary-cos he has my ponytail for that. He seemed satisfied with my alternative. 

And the best thing? He's almost as excited as I am! I can't help but wonder if all my previous trips with the ex-boyfriends were seen as more of a chore than something they really enjoyed. I mean, NONE of them seemed excited about holidaying - it felt more like they were going cos they thought it would make me happy. As opposed to they themselves wanting to go. 

Ah well, it's nice to finally be with someone who shares the same joys as I do. I've seriously been selling myself short! Hrmph (@ the exes with the exception of gf 2) and Muaks (to BIKSS!) 

He Said, She Said

Get your vibe

He's my very own growly bear

Must I?

Yes.

Really?

Get it. Now.

*Shudder*

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So how come you wanted me to get my vibe and buzz off earlier? It's not like I was particularly in the mood for a cum...

Because I wanted to watch you cum.

Even though I didn't feel particularly inclined to have one? You know, some days you just don't feel like it...

I can understand that. Some days it's like, oh, I can't be bothered. But yeah... I wanted to watch you cum. 

*Hrumph* (but secretly beaming inside!)

by Chet Carter: Cheeky Grin

Saturday Night - a preview

I came home on Saturday night (from grocery shopping with my sister) to find this on the living room couch.

...stay tuned for the full story...

[Go to Part 1]

[Go to Part 2]

Master Ever After

Some time back I asked him if he would like me to call him Master. 

He said we would try it out and see. He liked it. So we went and added that to our repertoire. 

Last night we revisited this form of address. He said it sounded a little disconnected. He admitted not getting anything much out of it, since it was usually in the third person. Addressing him as Master directly might have a better effect except we hardly EVER call each other anything. There hasn't been a need to. We hardly even ever used each others' names - even before we got involved. Occasionally we call each other Hun. That seems to be sufficient. So last night we decided that maybe we would drop it. Since it did nothing in particular for him, and I've been having trouble getting over the awkwardness of using it anyway. 

I had guests over for dinner today. The usual Sunday Supper Club peeps were here, except one of them brought her other half - a particular difficult character to get along with at best, grating, at worst. 

It took all my effort to maintain some semblance of courtesy through dinner and by the time we were through with the food portion and just about ready to move on to dessert, she'd well and truly gotten under my skin. And I took it out on BIKSS. We'd been texting intermittently throughout the day, as is our way, and I got irritated with something he said and snapped. But I knew being the mild-mannered, forgiving, benefit-of-the-doubt giver he is he'd probably just let it slide and not jump to conclusions. Also I think he's not very confrontational so he'd rather just sit and wait and see how bad it gets before calling it. I was in no mood to let it escalate tho. I was itching for a fight. With someone. I didn't quite care whom. 

But at the same time I KNEW in my head that it wasn't HIM that I wanted to pick a fight with. Choice - I just keep going and be a right snit and hope he takes the bait, or I could be an adult, be responsible, and tell him what was going on. I chose the latter. And I'm glad I did. 

I'm feeling particularly bratty.

I noticed... XXX there?

Yes, I replied, followed by some letters which were meant to approximate the sound of anger and frustration.

Bite your tongue, you might regret what you say.

I'm hardly talking anyway, and I'm taking it out on you. I'm sorry. Help. Help. Help.

You'll be fine. You will NOT let yourself get worked up by her presence...and if you do, you will smile, walk into the room for a bit and come out only after you have calmed down.

I'm considering disappearing into the room and possibly flogging myself. That's how bad it is.

As long as you don't give in to a fag, he warned me. Stress and frustration = cigarette as far as I was concerned. In the past anyway. And these people are smokers. It would be so easy to get my hands on a stick. 

I surprised myself when I realised at that moment that I didn't feel like reaching for one. Wasn't the least bit inclined. I smiled with pride. And told him so. 

Good girl. I knew you'd be there one day...  You will tolerate her because I say you will. If you don't you will have failed both of us, and given in to the irritation. You don't have to like her. But YYY does. And you like YYY.

His reasoning was sound. I already knew all this. I just have difficulty listening to myself. It's much easier when my Master says it. I'm more willing to listen to him than to me. I am amused at the choice of words I used in my head as I was deducing this. I thought the word 'Master'. Not BIKSS, not his real name, not anything else. Master. I swallowed a chuckle. 

I need my Master now. Strangely, ironically. After we dissolved the whole Master thing last night.

I may not respond much to 'Master' but you are still mine to command. And you WILL listen to me.

If I do let it slip out and refer to you as Master will that be acceptable to you?

Yes. I never said it wasn't, hun. (Kiss emote)

I know. Thank you. Initially I thought it was something I would do cos it did something for you. Who knew... turns out it does something for ME. Yours to command. I'm just gonna recite that in my head. 

I'm my Master's to command.

I'm my Master's to command. 

You are MINE to command.

I'm my Master's to command.

And so, ladies and gentleman, it seems I have evolved myself a mantra. 

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.

The Power of His Word(s)

I was in the midst of my usual Monday evening meet-up with some friends when I received a long text from BIKSS who was intentionally trying to get me hot and bothered - and he succeeded. I felt myself getting wet right there at the coffee shop.

"... My finger slides between your legs as you clench your thighs. A soft sound escaping from between your lips. I pull my hand away from between your legs and give your ass a smack... You're not supposed to deny me when I try to touch you. I smack you again and I can feel you lean into me..."

Is that not something that would get you heated up when you're supposed to be chatting in vanilla company??

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We had lunch today... it was very nice. All regular-like. Then we got back in the car and as BIKSS was driving me home I let my hand slide from its usual position on his thigh down to his crotch. I could just feel Roger stirring... Oh hello? Is that a hand I'm feeling? - I imagine him saying...

BIKSS looked at me with a glint in his eyes. He reached over to where I was sitting with legs together and with his hand hovering ever so slightly above my mons uttered, softly, a single word. 

"Spread."

And I did. My insides melting from his command just as my pussy melted under his touch. 

Non-Swim Monday (A 2nd Attempt)

I'm SO pissed with BLOGGER right now. I stayed up to write a post last night BEFORE I even decided to write Silly Doms and Silly Subs. And now it's missing. It was a lovely long post too... and I'm pissed, pissed, pissed!

Anyway, I'm going to try and recreate it but it probably won't be half as good as the original. Still, here goes.

[Addendum - thanks to Conina for saving and sending me a copy of the original - this version is the end result of merging the two.]

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*SUPER LONG POST ADVISORY*

I usually try to get in a swim on Mondays but the weather looked terrible and not conducive to swimming at all. So I decided to stay in and do some cleaning - the house needed some sprucing up and my virtual spaces were a mess (laptop, desktop and 3 hard disks were terribly cluttered and needed organising).

When BIKSS came over he found me in the study. I was done with the task at hand and as soon as I heard his "Hi gorgeous" my heart leapt and I powered down the PC.

Then I lured him into the bedroom. The a/c had been on for a bit so it was nice and cool in there. Not wanting to muss up his shirt I suggested he take it off while I knelt on the edge of the bed and tilted my head up to kiss him. As soon as his shirt came off my lips went to his nipple and I flicked my tongue over it. He let out an approving Mmmm. I moved to the other one as he tugged his jeans off. My hands were roaming all over his skin. Then he was ready to climb into bed with me. So I stopped teasing his nipples and we resumed our easy banter. He knelt in front of me and then leaned forward so that I had to shift myself into a sit. And he continued to move downwards toward me so that I was forced to balance on elbows with his face hovering over mine. Occasionally kissing, smiling, eyes looking into mine, willing me to lie back and let him have his way with me. 

I did. How could I not. We lay there kissing and touching each other and his hands found their way to my nipples. Oh how I've missed them fondling me. I closed my eyes and let out a sigh of contentment. Then he squeezed them, and pinched them and I gasped and opened my eyes to look at this man who knew just when I needed a little bit of pain and more importantly, how to deliver it. 

"Off," the one word, said in that way that he says it, was all I needed to suddenly lose myself in him and become his sub, his slut, once again. My hands reached for the hem of my chemise which by now was sitting under my armpits. He pulled himself upright over me, kneeling and watching me disrobe, and as soon as I was free of the fabric he lowered his lips to one breast, taking the other in his hand.  We enjoyed each other this way for a bit, my hands reaching between his legs, stroking his thighs, his butt, running up and down over his chest and arms and then we tumbled over to lay side by side. Still caressing and kissing, pulling away now and then to say something that needed telling. We hadn't seen each other all weekend so there were updates to be had. 

As he nodded at something I had just said I felt a slap come down on my left butt cheek. Whoo! That was unexpected and sting-y! I shut up straight away and closed my eyes. He kept on going. I flinched after the 3rd smack and then realised with a slight dread that he was landing all his smacks in the same place. Uh-Oh. Same-Spot-Fixation. Yes. There's a term for it now. I willed myself not to move. Oh but it hurts. I clamped my lips together and don't make a sound. I was determined not to wiggle away. 

And just when I thought I really couldn't take anymore he stopped. Relief swept over me. I complained to  him. "P-A-I-N," I wailed. He smiled and hugged me, rubbing my sore ass at the same time. 

"What's with the Same-Spot-Fixation recently? Is that your new thing now?"

"We can stop doing that if you don't like it."

"Nooooo!" and the word left my lips as if spoken by a stranger. Erm. What? It hurts, silly! Why'd you say No? But I knew why. Truth be told. I like that it hurt. And I like that he chose to hurt me this way. I love that he lets me submit to the pain. HIS pain.

"Well, then, you owe me the other cheek."

"Don't you mean YOU owe ME a spanking on the other cheek?" I asked playfully.

"No. I mean you owe me the other cheek."

Right. And I turned over for him to begin on my right cheek. Somehow this didn't hurt as badly. Maybe it's because I was prepared for it. I knew what he intended to do so I managed to brace myself for the pain. Soon enough it was over and as I collapsed into the mattress still face down, all the tension having left me, I turned to face him and he wrapped his arm around me.  Only to flip me over onto my back quite sharply. I yelped! Now I don't got 1500 thread count Egyptian cotton sheets so my just-spanked ass hurt something fierce as it scraped against the regular cotton stuff that I have. OW! I wailed again. He didn't apologise, neither did he stop moving me into position. He wanted me on my back and that's what he was going to get. He DID move one hand to my ass and rubbed my sore bottom, and I suppose he knew I was being overly dramatic. (Sorry, I can't help it. I always get a little indignant after a spanking and then he admonishes me and I'm happy to be a little puppy again. I think he knows this too!) There was no real danger of my being hurt so he just ignored my whining and continued to hold me and rub me and kiss me while I was squirming under him, on my back, under his power. [Sometimes I think I'm quite a handful.]

I wound up turning around so that our bodies made an L and my head was in his crotch. No surprise there. There's a reason I'm part of the CWS Network. (Here you go, Spanky... my turn at a shameless plug - that one's for you!) I tell him I wasn't going to put Roger in my mouth. I wanted to see how long I could go just licking and flicking my tongue over and under and around his cock without putting all of him inside my mouth. He was amused. Daring me. "Alright then, let's see how long you can go..." he replied. So I get to it. The exploration was exciting in that I was doing things with my tongue and my lips that I usually don't spend too much time on. Things he approved of, clearly. I spent too much time rolling his balls around my mouth, nibbling, pulling with my lips, then going back to using my fingers, and now I was sucking them, one by one, into my mouth, and running my tongue over them in a circular fashion IN my mouth. Not an easy feat mind you- there isn't a lot of space in there! Worth it though... BIKSS was enjoying himself - his breathing was uneven, and gasps were escaping from his seeming controlled (yeah right!) demeanour.

Originally he had wanted me to wear a plug and then vibe myself off for him to watch. But as (bad) luck would have it my tummy chose to do a number on me in the evening and I didn't want to make things worse so he said we'll do it another time. But I could still kneel and sit on my heels and masturbate with the vibrator for him to watch couldn't I?

So I sat up and asked him if this was a good time to do that. He was happy to let me go off and get ol' lilac  and then since I was already in position, I turned on my vibe and applied it to my clit. He was squeezing my nipples and stroking me all over as I felt the vibrations work their magic. I don't get why he enjoys watching, but I've been told not to try and understand it. "Babe, I'm a voyeur, I like watching. You don't have to understand it - just cum for me." So I did. I don't quite recall what he did with his hands until that one point when I distinctly remember him reaching up and putting it around my throat. And that gets me every time. In that one movement I feel like he has claimed me as his own. I belong to him. I lifted my head upward allowing him more access to my neck, my clavicle. Don't ask. I have a thing about offering up my collarbone. And he accepted my offering. His hands, large as they are, had no problems covering the expanse of my neck and shoulders, and that's when I buckled and twitched uncontrollably as I came for him. 

"You made quite a mess," he observed, looking at the wetness my thong was trying ineffectually to soak up.  

I shot him a look then resumed my attack on his member. I leaned over him and continued to tease Roger. He reached down and pulled on my nipples, hard! And I lost myself to the lust, and rising up on my haunches a little so that I could descend upon his cock, by now throbbing and ready to explode, in my opinion, I sucked on him like there was no tomorrow. His breathing became ragged and I knew he was getting impatient. I couldn't help but moan against the head of his cock as he twisted first one nipple, then brought the other hand down to match the first and suddenly I was just a slobbering cock-sucking slut, whimpering and groaning and moaning and sucking and licking him with very little idea what I  was going to do next. All I knew was I wanted to fuck and I wanted to suck and I wanted him to cum.

I looked up and asked him if he would like for me to suck him till he came? Or would he like to fuck me? (In my head I'm chanting Fuck Fuck Fuck.) At this point he was being held hostage by his dick and didn't seem to want to make a decision. "What do you want?" He asked me. "Do you want me to fuck you?" 

"Hun, I always want you to fuck me. But it doesn't matter. You tell me where you want to cum - in my pussy, in my mouth, on my back, on my face. I don't care. " I sluttily replied. *Sheesh, I know right?*

"Get off then. I'll fuck you," came the decision. 

He put me under him and lowered himself into my wet cunt. He thrust into me again and again then suddenly  he stopped and rose into an upright position, so that my arms couldn't reach his neck, and then lifted my legs up into the air on either side of him so I was lying completely open to him. And he still wasn't moving. I looked at him with curiosity on my face. He understood and replied my unasked question, "No, I'm not moving." My pussy was suddenly very upset. I wanted to pull him to me, with my arms, or with my feet, or something! But there was no way I could coax him into me. I was helpless and frustrated. He smiled a devilish smile and watched me squirm as I tried to bounce my ass up and down in an effort to encourage his cock to resume its rhythmic pulsing in and out of me. 

"Don't torture me," I wailed. (Seems I was wailing a lot today.) He released my legs and leaned forward with his arms on either side of me and he was thrusting deep again. I groaned from the pleasure of feeling his cock fill me up. Then he stopped. And waited. Again and again he did this. Deep insistent thrusts, then complete stillness. It was driving me insane. In the end I could take it no longer and I dug my heels into his butt and reached down with my hand to place my fingers around his shaft so that he could feel them as he was moving in and out of me. 

Now it was MY turn to tease him, "Do you want me to move my hand away? Shall I leave it there? Or would you like it gone?" I  increased the pressure of my fingers around his cock and as he was thrusting I knew he was about to lose control.

"It doesn't matter whether you move your hand away or not cos I'm gonna cum," he panted as he forced himself deep within me in the throes of his orgasm.

As we lay there chatting and cuddling we talked about things that had been going on in Blogland. Who got tied up... who liked standing Os (or giving them)... we talked about the stuff revolving around the most recent topic of "breaking" a sub and how a word could have so many implications. (If you go to Aisha's post you'll find links to some of the others.) And he asked me again if I wanted to be spanked to tears. And again my answer was I didn't know. And I really didn't. I suppose part of me felt like if I said No, I would be wimping out, and that wasn't true. I DID want to experience it. But another part of me, the perfectionist part, didn't want to say Yes because if it didn't happen I would feel like a failure. Or at least, I'd be impatient and constantly willing it to happen so that I could rack up another point in my Success column. I know. It's silly. But it's how I'm wired.

He wasn't unhappy with the response. As is his way, he just said, "Well, let's see where it goes, then. You've got a belting coming though."

I thought he'd decided to forgo it since I got my incentive spanks earlier. "I do? Still? I thought you'd decided not to since I already got my spanks."

"Nope. Go get the belt off my jeans," he says, gesturing towards where his jeans lay heaped on the side table.

"I gotta pull out the belt from the loops myself? That's kinda wrong don't you think?"

"Not at all. It's better this way. You bring me the implement that I'm to spank you with."

I did. With a flutter in my tummy. And he was still laying there, languidly playing with the belt. I sat a little farther from him than before. Eyeing the length of leather. Noticing for the first time the crease where the buckle sits day after day holding the belt in place. Noticing the stamp on the inside of the belt proclaiming it to be genuine leather. Noticing the length and the width and the thickness. He was wrapping it this way and that around his hand... and then he got up.

"OK, get in position."

I got on all fours and curled up against the bed. I knew my ass wasn't high enough. I was sitting on my heels, essentially, with my shoulders bent forward and head touching the bed.

"Arse up."

For some reason I was a little reluctant. I think it was a natural instinct. I KNEW I wanted this. But my body just wouldn't comply.

"Whachyu say?" I asked.

"Arse up," he said, tapping my hip with something. His hand? The side of his belt? I couldn't tell.

I obeyed and braced myself. Then it began. It wasn't as sting-y as the wooden spoon. But it hurt in its own way. Heavier, weightier strokes than the spoon. More 'meaningful' somehow. I let myself enjoy the pain. And then I wondered aloud if clenching one's buttock would make it hurt more or less...

He ordered me to clench. I do. And he lets it land on the fleshiest part. But the pain was so unbearable I flopped down to my belly flat on the bed. Without missing a beat he said "Don't clench." And I was up again presenting my ass for the comparison swat. Which was less painful. "Clench," he said again. "No, don't want to," said I.  And really I didn't. Cos that felt BAD. Whack! He continued till I got 10 on each cheek. And I was exhausted. I collapsed into the pillow and just lay there.

He came to lie beside me and I turned my face to look at him.

"Was it painful enough to cry?" Because I think I was almost there. My face was contorted into that scrunched up style that is often the prelude to a cry.

"No. I'm not crying. But if you had carried on I would have," I said. And really if he had continued with the lashing on my behind, and punctuated his machinations with appropriate words and admonishments I might very well have. This is a big man. With strong arms and heavy bones. He's designed to hurt. I said to him in an MMORPG he'd be a perfect tank. So yes. It wouldn't take very much more for me to get there I reckon.

Remember I don't colour easily? Well, there were marks on my behind this time. He rubbed them and soothed them, soothing my soul at the same time. I snuggled into him and then bid Roger farewell (with a fuss-free blowjob) and as I lay on top of him in his embrace I asked him for 2 quick goodbye swats. He was only too happy to oblige. And by the time he was dressed and ready to go, my bum had regained its original colour. No indication whatsoever of having been on the receiving end of some quite ouchy blows.

POST SUPPER UPDATE :
All through supper I felt a little sore on the left. So when I got home I looked in the mirror and saw a slight bruise on the left cheek just outside of my pantyline. That must have been the one that landed on clenched cheeks. I'll not be doing THAT again no more.

But you know what? I'm kinda proud to actually have something to SHOW for all the spanking. Cos god knows the colour never stays longer than a couple of minutes. (BIKSS says I'm lucky. HRMPH. I think he's just glad he can spank me some more after a short recovery period.)

And since I'm ahead of you, I'll wish you all a Happy Monday! Mine surely was.

Pre - Swim Monday

"Leave the door unlocked... Shut your bedroom windows... Turn the air-conditioning on...Wear only panties... And kneel by the bed facing the door... Eyes closed... Hands behind your back."

"And mouth open... Ready to receive..."

"May I wear a nipple chain?" I ask.

"Yes, you may."

I get ready for him. I shower, shave, spritz the sheets with lavender and grab the ottoman cushion (my new best friend) from the living room. 

I hurry around like a whirlwind, wanting everything to be ready before he arrives. He'd texted an hour earlier to  make sure I was awake and on schedule. "You'll be ready when I come right? All scrubbed and clean," he said. And no, it wasn't a question. It was an expectation to be met, and God knows I thrive on living up to expectations. 

Marcus J. Ranum, Nori 

It's 12.35. The candles are lit. The curtains are drawn. I'm in position by the side of the bed. I hear the main door and shut my eyes. My pussy is throbbing from the anticipation. I sit comfortably on my heels and put my arms behind me, the back of my hands against my bottom, left hand holding right wrist. And I wait. 

I didn't have to wait long. I hear the door to the bedroom open and shut. And I can feel him in front of me. I can't describe what happens because I can't see. I can only smell his scent, feel his touch on my nipples, occasionally tugging lightly at the chain. I can feel his breath on my cheek, but when I turn my face to kiss him his lips aren't there. I hear a shirt being untucked, maybe the belt came off first. I'm uncertain. I hear him moving, I hear a zipper... 

I realise I'm turning my head to get a better feel of where he is in relation to me. He is silent the whole time aside from the sounds of his undress. Intermittently I feel a pinching on this tit, then the other one. A finger alongside my face. I almost feel his lips brush against the tip of my nose. But again I cannot be sure. 

Soon enough a smooth bulbous head is upon my lips. I open readily now and take him in my mouth. I lift myself halfway off my heels to take him fully in my mouth, feeling him push against the back of my throat and then out again. I suck him, I lick him. I have no hands to assist now. It's all tongue and mouth. Only tongue and mouth. I constantly adjust my height and position so as to accommodate his cock. 

I feel him pushing against me, twisting a nipple, pulling the chain off by now. Holding the back of my head, the side, a hand on my face now, no, on my cheek... moving behind my ears, and then back to my head. I'm blind. I cannot see. I only feel him - his hands over my skin, his cock throbbing inside me, threatening to cum at any moment. 

He thrusts relentlessly into the back of my throat, again and again, I gag a little, he doesn't notice. He reaches down and lifts my arms forward, signalling that I'm to be allowed to use my hands. And I do. I put my right around his shaft and stroke him in the way I know he likes. My left arm snakes around him holding him close to me as I milk the cum out of him. The tears make their way down my cheek, not many, a trickle, as he shoots his cum right down my throat. Without a word he touches my eyes. I open them and look up at him. 

I continue to suck him. To lick him. I thought he would move away and have me stop. But he doesn't. He stands there, arms akimbo, watching me licking, sucking. So like a good little girl, I do just that. I don't stop and grab a towel like I always do. I don't speak to ask if he enjoyed that like I always do. I remain kneeling in front of his cock, holding him with one hand, sometimes two, all the while busying my tongue, my lips on his manhood.

He doesn't have the opportunity to go flaccid. He's hard as ever. He lifts me and positions me on the edge of the bed. I'm on my hands and knees and he enters me. Or he smacks me. I don't remember which came first. But the next 20 minutes, or 30, I lose track, all he's doing is fucking me good and hard. He pushes my legs together so that he is standing feet apart on the outside of my feet and just fucks me and fucks me, spanking me with something I don't recognise. That's not his hand. I tilt my face to the side. His belt is on the bed. So it's not his belt either. 

It's a narrow strip of something. Only I don't know what that something is. And while he's fucking me proper he's laying a good ol' wallop on my behind. Now using the mystery toy, now using his hands. Between the spanking and the fucking and being pounded from the rhythmic motion of his hips against my ass I was moaning and crying out indeterminately. And sweating. And thirsty from making all those mmm-ing and nnnnhh-ing sounds. 

It's not until my pussy is sore beyond imagining that he finally pulls out and turns me around, pushing Roger back in my mouth once more. I ask if he will lay down. He does. And I lower my mouth over him again...

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The new toy is an icing spatula that looks very much like this.

The verdict ? Very nice.

I asked him to try using the belt just a couple of times so I could feel it. He did. Again, very nice. (He's almost never without a belt too. "Always available," he says, "only say the word and it's yours.")

So what did I do when I got to the mall to run my errands and pick up some stuff? I bought another toy. Kitchenware shops are my new favourite place to browse!

Will update after I get a chance to feel it on my bottom. =)

6pm on Sunday

That's about the time I got back from work with groceries in one hand and laptop in the other. I chucked the keys on the hook by the door and kicked off my shoes, wiggling my toes to let the blood flow back into them.

Surprisingly, I had a decent day today. The time flew by quicker than usual. Hey, I'm not complaining, I thought, as I dropped the laptop bag on the couch and trudged to the kitchen to dump the vegetables on my kitchen counter. 

As is my usual habit, I then headed into the bedroom to put up my hair, remove my earrings and dump my purse on the dresser. I was having company for dinner tonight, and I'd be tired by the time they left, so I reckoned I would train before they arrived. After all, I had an hour to go before they got here... and it would be exciting to prepare dinner with a plug up my butt. 

So I put some lube on the midway plug then knelt on the edge of my bed, feet hanging off, and angled my body downward so that I was in doggy position. Reaching under me I inserted the plug. Feeling it fill me up as it entered me. I let out a low hum, pleased with myself - and my resolve. 

Then up I got and walked back to the kitchen. S-L-O-W-L-Y. I texted BIKSS as I did so.

6:01pm

OMG Look at me being an ass slut for you. I said I was gonna train right? Well I put my plug in and pulled up my knickers. And I'm walking around getting dinner ready with my ass impaled.

At this point I'm realising that having a plug in me when I go out with BIKSS would ensure that I'd be on my best bloody behaviour. There'd be no fidgeting, no squirming, no shifting this way and that. It's likely that I'd be very, very still. (Cos that's how I wanted to be in my kitchen. Except I'd get NO dinner ready if I did that.) And somehow the idea of it turned me the fuck on! 

6:04pm
This would be a good device for obedience training.

6:05pm
I'm getting wet just thinking about it. What have you done to me?

6:06pm
All I need now is a vibrating egg.
Him: Funny you should mention that.

6:07pm
(sent me picture of a pair of vibrating balls)

Hmmm. Curious about it I am. I tell him about Vanillamom's story The Ring and he tells me he's seen it. Which is what got him checking. Been thinking about it, he says, but the post got him to look around.

By then the food was in the oven, (prepped most of it last night since I knew I'd be in a bit of a hurry today) and I went back into the bedroom to grab ol' Lilac.

6:25pm
OMG I need to cum so badly

6:26pm
I'm sooo wet
(Started vibing HERE)

6:27pm
It's barely half an hour!

6:28pm
(Cum happened here)

6:29pm
Dammit. It's official. I'm an ass slut. Sigh.

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And he got all Dom on me just a bit ago when I said I'd like to wrap my tongue around Roger tomorrow.

"Is that a request? A proper one?"

"May I please have your permission to wrap my tongue round Roger?"

"You may, if you do so on your knees."

"N my pussy's wet now."

"Good. As desired. You're wet."

Again that damned word - "Good". Makes my tummy do flip flops.

And now I make like Annie and sing....
Tomorrow... tomorrow... I love ya, tomorrow.... 
(altogether now)
You're only a daaaaay..... a......waaaaaay!

Discovered!

A few things were discovered today. 

~ That I absolutely love having my pussy smacked. And BIKSS, while he's never actually done it before, was rather damn good at keeping a rhythm going and increasing the speed and intensity as he drove along. 

"I do watch porn you know..." is his reason. Well, I'm glad he does. 

~ That the upper cushion from the ottoman sitting in the living room makes for a great elevator when I'm on all fours and he's entering me from behind, doggy style. It was never a good position for us because he's much taller and wider and by the time I spread my legs enough for him to get a good penetration I'd be too low. (Actually this might mean he's a good height for anal penetration... but I'll tell you more when I find out, shall I?)

So we finally managed to get it perfectly right this time. Only it's suede so we had to be real careful making sure to lay a thick towel over and NOT get cum on it. Leaving him only one choice - to cum inside me. Did I mention this is my favourite position? Well, it is. And with BIKSS I think it's doubly so. He's a good size for me and fills me up quite well so in this position you can imagine how stretched I was as he was pounding right up all the way inside me. (I don't think I ever want him to fuck me in any other position again, ever!)

~ That he generally knows when my butt has had enough spanks cos he can tell from my hissing and winces. LOL. Apparently my yelps and sounds alert him to the amount of pain I'm feeling. Well then, good for me. He does make it easy to just lie back and relax.

~ That slapping my inner thighs causes my muscles near the groin to tense up which in turn directly pull the skin around my pussy up too. It's like a short cut to turning on the pussy tap. A little different in the physical reaction when it's my butt that's being smacked. 

~ That flicking my nipple is a super turn-on. I'm officially declaring myself a pain-slut. This is a little embarrassing. Sigh.

~ That the Dom in him sometimes comes out automatically without him intending for it to, and that I become automatically obedient when it does. Yesterday as we were waiting in line for a cab we'd moved along enough that we were in the direct draft of a fan. I mentioned it to BIKSS cos I was so grateful for the breeze. It was a terribly warm night! He suggested that I sit "over there" while we wait, since the fan would be blowing directly at me even if I was seated. As is my usual *gung-ho* way, I mentally waved his suggestion off and replied, "Nah, it's ok, we're almost at the front anyway, I'm sure we'll get a cab soon."

Besides, we were having a good time chatting (and he's tall right?) so I figured if I remained standing it would be more comfortable for us to talk face to face. But again he tried to coax me to sit down, and again I said, I didn't mind standing. Then he turned his entire body to face me and addressing "subby" me directly, said, "Just sit your arse down." I shut up immediately, turned around without question, walked the 2 steps over and did as I was told. After that he stepped forward to get closer to me and we continued chatting.

I mentioned this to him this afternoon. That at that very moment  as I moved to do as I was told, I could feel myself getting warm and wet between my legs. The very thought of complying, obeying, is such a sexually arousing stimulus - that is the appeal of my desire to submit to him.  He said he wondered about the sudden acquiescence - he wondered what it was that made me just turn and walk over there to sit with nary a word on my lips. I told him it was his sudden Dom voice. He raised an eyebrow. 

"Did I use a different tone?"

"Oh yes, you did indeed." 

"Oh, guess it was automatic cos I didn't plan it or anything. Didn't even realise I did till now."

Uh-huh. Now it's automatic and even HE doesn't realise it. I'd say this is definitely progress.

Right Here Waiting

*Long Post Advisory - we spent a LONG time together today*

No, not the Richard Marx song. BIKSS. He's lying down in bed beside me as I'm tapping away on my laptop. I'm glad to have this opportunity to watch him sleep - if only for a little while. He's been stressed at work recently, and with last week's arguments and trying to make some extra time for me this week, I'm afraid he's going to collapse from sheer fatigue. So I've told him to take a nap. Even if it be a short one... 

You see, we were supposed to be out of town this week. He was supposed to attend a week's training in another town, and since they were gonna put him up in a hotel, he'd asked me to tag along. I figured I'd get some concentrated alone time with him, and while he was away during the day I could get in some writing and research and other stuff that I never seem to get around to when I'm at home. So I rearranged work and got myself a week of vacation time.

Unfortunately that plan got pulled. So no vacation for me. He feels badly about it (even though it's not his fault at all), so this week he's been trying to arrange it so that we get to spend some proper time together - not just the odd hour or so here and there. 

And so far it's been glorious. Today we had early afternoon drinks with a friend at the club, then drove to a nearby pie shop for something to snack on. After pies and a cheese/spinach roll (super!) we walked over to a coffee place (where I had carrot cake - my favourite!) and then after that drove 15 minutes out to a German bistro for beer. I felt like a tourist in my own country. And it was fantastic! It was as if we WERE  on vacation! 

By the end of the night I was already exhausted and aching for some loving so after a final round of drinks at some fancy pub we eventually ended up at with more friends, we said our goodbyes. I wondered if BIKSS had to head home, after all it was past 10 o'clock. But he said no. So we headed back to my place.

"I need to shower," I said, as I collapsed on top of him in bed, greedily kissing him after having to hold back the whole day!

"Uh-huh, but do you want your spanks now or later?"

Oh, decisions, decisions... I don't know, I said. (And honestly I didn't!)

"How about I spank you some now, then you can go shower, and I'll give you a proper one after you're done?"

I don't know what I actually said to that, but in my head I shrieked with delight. Wow. He sure knows how to turn a girl on, I thought. So as I nodded he got onto his side and started to lay the smacks on my bottom, kissing me the whole time. He pulled up the hem of my dress to my waist, cinched my knickers in to expose my ass and got down to it. Let me just say, when the frequency of spankings is increased, the number of smacks required before one's cheeks start stinging again is greatly reduced! Ouch.

Anyway, after the first few slaps we decide to shut the windows and get the A/C going - I live in an apartment building and I'm quite certain the neighbours can hear me. As I stood at the corner where I flicked the A/C switch to "on", he came up behind me and said Don't Move. I froze. I knew what was going to happen. And I couldn't wait. Then I felt the sharp smack on my bottom. I don't know how many times he slapped my behind, but there I was, standing, flinching, wincing, and dripping juices down my thigh. I'd never been spanked standing up before - I think I like it. It felt very deliberate. Calculated. Requiring greater control as I kept myself upright. DELICIOUS!

After a bit he tapped my butt lightly to let me know he was done, and we went to shower together. We didn't get very far in the getting-clean department before he started fondling my nipples and I reached down and took his cock in my hand. He made some very reassuring noises so I knelt on the floor and put his cock in my mouth. His hands were pressed against the wall above me, water cascading over me as I sucked him and stroked him with my hand, holding his hip close to my face with my free hand wrapped around his thigh and pulling him closer and closer to me... I serviced him till he came straight down the back of my throat with a shudder and approval on his face. There is something to be said for kneeling in front of my man. I love the way it feels to be able to pleasure him from this position. I rose to my feet and we kissed and giggled and after what seemed like ages, finally got out of the bathroom.

Collapsing back into bed, we were tired but happy to be alone and in the comfort of my room. He cuddled me in his arms, we chatted about the blogs and comments, and his hands began to wander. He teased my nipples, caressed my thighs, held me by my chin and pulled my face close to his so he could kiss me...I couldn't help but moan into him... I was breathing faster... just from that chin-hold. It makes me feel like I'm his when he holds my face this way... like I belong to him and only him. And that's all it took to encourage him to move his leg over mine, pulling them apart and spreading me open so that I would be ready for his fingers to dance over my clit, the folds of my pussy...I was dripping wet! Every now and then he would dip his fingers into my pussy and bring the juices up to my clit where he was having a most enjoyable time rubbing and stroking me and making me altogether breathless! Now some days I wanna cum, and some days I wanna fuck. And today was one of those fuck days.

After my brain kicked into gear I willed myself to take hold of Roger and stroke him and coax him into following the scent of my dripping sex and soon enough BIKSS climbed on top of me forcing my legs apart (somehow in all that writhing and bucking I must have pulled them together) and entered me with one forceful, determined stroke. I let out a small wail and moved my hips to meet his cock. It felt so full, so deep inside me. He moved rhythmically in and out of me, pausing intermittently to let me catch my breath (and perhaps to catch his too) and then I couldn't take it anymore, I needed him to unload his cum so as to relieve the pressure that was building up inside me from his cock growing ever harder and filling me up till I felt I would explode. "Oh, yeah, baby, fuck me, fuck me hard!" I reached down and placed my fingers in a V over his cock and immediately his eyes took on that familiar look of needing to let go. "I'm gonna cum inside you," he growled. And he did. And somehow this time I kept my eyes open long enough to watch him - as he fucked me, as he came inside me. 

And then we cuddled and talked some more... and I climbed on top of him and lay there playing with the hairs on his chest. And he twiddled my nipples, and then asked me about the clothespegs (that's what we call them here so I'm just gonna use that from now on) I had told him about previously. Uh-oh. My eyes looked over at the bottom drawer of the nightstand. He caught my glance and rolled over to check it out. He fished them out, looking very much like a little boy on Christmas morning. "Ahhh... now what happens if you have these on while I fondle your nipples the way you like? "

I was sitting on top of him at this point, so I held my hair out of the way behind me, and presented my breasts to him. He reached up and carefully put a peg on my left nipple and I felt the sensations begin to ripple through my entire body, it seemed, directly to my pussy from whence I suddenly felt a luxurious warm flow of juices emanating and coating his crotch. He put the second one on the other tit and the circuit was complete. I sat there, on top of him, with my eyes closed and my body arching of its own accord, trying to escape the pain radiating from my nipples, yet at the same time wanting more of the pain for the pleasure it brought. He reached up to touch me and I let a sharp intake of air hit my lungs. It was an intense pain that translated into the most wonderful pleasure! He asked me to describe what I was feeling and how it was different from when he fondled me without the pegs on.. I left my eyes closed and tried my best to explain it. But I'm sure my description was a weak shadow of the reality of the experience. 

Roger was waking up at my reaction. BIKSS was watching my body move almost uncontrollably, I was moaning, whining, making all the sounds he enjoys hearing, my pussy was flowing like a tap and soon enough I was impaled on his cock, atop him, straddling him, and he was pounding me from below. Every thrust sent a new shock of pain thru my nipples as the movements caused the tension of the clothespegs to shift this way and that. After a bit of riding I stopped and begged him to take the pegs off (which he did). I scooted up and off him and wriggled backwards so that I was between his legs and had Roger in my mouth again. He did me the honour of filling my mouth with his cum once more. 

"So, clothespegs - yay or nay?" I asked

"Well, not something that I would have thought to use ordinarily, but seeing the way you react to them, I'd say Yay. Definitely." 

Heh. Ok. So they don't look so great, but they do the trick. And at zero cost too. That's a win as far as I'm concerned.

We lay together and he was tired from all that cumming and all that playing so he shut his eyes for a bit. And that is where I left him, promising to wake him in a little while, while I got my laptop and started this post. 

Sometime later I woke him up and we kissed like there was no tomorrow, and stroked each other everywhere. Our hands claimed each other's bodies and our legs were a tangle in the sheets. In a haze of drowsiness he managed to nudge my head downward and say "Kiss Roger". I smiled. He'd just woken up and already he was ready for me to service him again. Pleased, I proceeded to do as he commanded. BIKSS very seldom states that he desires this or that from me. Often his movements are enough of a suggestion that I move of my own accord. On the infrequent occasions when he DOES verbalise an explicit direction, it gives me a great deal of pride to be able to comply. And so comply I did. 

"Babe, are you trying to make 4 your 'regular' number now?"

He laughs and shakes his head. Pulling me close he cuddles me and I feel cherished and protected and I say so - "I feel so small and weak and tiny in your arms when you hold me like this." 

His response is to squeeze me. "You know, I love you" I say in a half-whisper. He strokes my cheek, looks at me wistfully and kisses me all over my face. I know it's difficult for him to say it. He may never do so. And I understand this. But after a brief pause I can't bear it anymore and I ask, "Love me?" 

He kisses me hard. "I do."