Slut

I started this entry last night but was too tired to finish it. I’ll just do a quick bit of editing to bring it up to today’s date and then continue with my account,

Yesterday afternoon I played with MasterDoc for the first time. It’s hard to remember everything that happened in linear fashion so this entry will probably be more snippets of things that happened than a narrative.

One thing I have to mention is that I feel badly about something I said about him in an earlier entry. I said that I’m not wildly physically attracted to him and he took this to mean I think he’s ugly, fat and old. And I feel bad that he took it that way and it wasn’t meant to be hurtful. And I don’t think he’s ugly, fat or old. (True, he’s a fair amount older than me but N. is older than he is.) So I’ll counter that statement with some praise – he has a really nice cock. I haven’t felt it inside me yet but it looks wonderful. He also gets me very wet. He’s also a sweetie. Funny that I should say that after he’s left bruises on me, but hey they were consensual. *grin*

Now I suppose I could backtrack a moment here and say that I started my day (on Saturday) by waking Davey with a blow job. He’s dropped hints forever that he would like that, and I was too tired to have sex the night before so I wanted to make sure he was taken care of before I went off slutting around this weekend. And yet again I’m guaranteed status as the best girlfriend in the world. *grin*

I got to MasterDoc’s place in the afternoon. I was a little nervous, just because it was a new situation with someone new, but at the same time I was eager to play. We chatted for a bit before starting. (And we joked about how that’s the part that won’t make it into the blog entry.) It’s nice that he also likes hanging out with me – I prefer playmates who I have a friendship with rather than someone who’s solely likes me for sex. (Granted, this doesn’t stop me from having casual sex with people I don’t know. It’s all down to what my mindset is on a particular day. If I’m in a slutty, voraciously sexual mood I care much less about whether I know or particularly like someone I’m fucking.)

After a little while, I find myself half naked and on my knees giving him a blow job. And the slut in me loves doing this. It’s naughty to start going down on a guy simply because he’s told you to do so. And I like being Naughty Nadia.

Soon I’m completely naked and getting slapped and spanked on my thighs, pussy, breasts. I get put over his lap for a spanking and fingering and I’m soon begging him to let me come. I keep calling out, “Please, please!” There’s something I love about being kept on the edge, begging for release. I’m getting hot just thinking about it. He’s rougher with me than I’m used to, but ultimately I can take it – although I certainly say “ow!” an awful lot with him and I certainly begged for him to stop when he put the Japanese clover clamps on my inner labia. Yikes! That really friggin hurt, especially when he took them off and the blood rushed back to that spot – or when he twisted them around by the chain.

I have some light marks on me today – on my thigh and my butt – from all the spanking/slapping. I bruise easily. I kinda like these marks though because every time I notice the one on my thigh I think back to what I got up to yesterday.

He let me come twice yesterday – once on my back on the sofa as he fingered me and the other when I was tied down on my back on the floor with a duct tape gag. (Cuffs on each wrist attached to straps attached to chair legs, one ankle restrained by a cuff attached to the sofa leg.)
The time on the floor was from my favorite dildo and I squirted a bit. My vaginal muscles are strong and when I come I frequently push toys or penises out of my vagina involuntarily. This is a bummer because it interrupts my coming, but I do wonder if that clenching is part of why I squirt so much. My vaginal muscles are probably the most well-exercised muscles in my body. If only I could be as enthusiastic about exercising the rest of me.

I loved being tied down and touched (and slapped). MasterDoc has been talking about lining up other men to fuck me and I think that the only trepidation I have is that I’m not supposed to be okay with that. I am interested in it but I keep thinking about how that’s not supposed to be acceptable. I enjoy being a slut and getting fucked, and most of the time I have no hang ups about that but every now and then society’s expectations will intrude. Oh well, I’m sure I’ll get over it. It sounds like I’m going to get up to a lot of sexy, naughty things with MasterDoc.

I was disappointed that he still hasn’t fucked me, but he had plans with someone else today and she would have been very disappointed if he wasn’t up to performing, so I got to be the one who has to wait to see what it’s like to have him fuck me. I remind myself that good things come to those who wait and it gives me something to longingly look forward to. I see him again on Tuesday, so perhaps that will be my lucky day.

Today I have plans with N. I’m still doing my best to pull back emotionally from the situation. We’ll see how things go. I’m horny so I’m sure I’ll have sex with him. (And I had sex with Davey when I got home last night. He was certainly glad I was left in a worked up mood.)