It had been maybe a week since I had an evening alone with MasterDoc. While DeeDee joined us for dinner, afterward she retired to the room she’s staying in at MasterDoc’s. I took a moment while in the bedroom with the sex toys to try to find the Hitachi magic wand as I try to have that plugged in and ready at all times – only I couldn’t find it. I told MasterDoc about this and he despaired a little that it was missing, however it turned up later, just buried under some other toys in a drawer. Yes, I didn’t look hard enough.
It wasn’t until MasterDoc pointed it out as we lay on the bed that I realized I was more active in getting us headed towards sex than usual. I’m pretty passive usually – my image of submission is for the Dom to decide when we have sex. It’s taken me a long time to realize that I am allowed to initiate as well. (Doesn’t mean we will always have sex when I initiate, but I’m welcome to do it.) I guess I was horny. My last orgasm had been a struggle while I was dealing with PTSD over the weekend. I’ve opted to skip the story of that evening.
So there was some relaxation and pillow talk at first. I started blabbering about how at the thrift store over the weekend I thought about maybe looking for cheap clothes that could be ripped off me. MasterDoc pointed out that the other way is possible – me ripping clothes off him. Rowr. He realized that a shirt he just threw out due to stains would have been perfect for ripping off him – particularly while out at a club. With this image, I said to him, “You’re really about theater when you have sex in public, aren’t you?” He agreed that it’s a performance art in a way. I think torn clothing will feature down the line at some point. I also think I should discuss with him constructing scenes to play out in public. I’m all for that.
He had me lay on my back with my collar on. I had gotten some needles and the remainder of the alcohol wipes at his request. I wasn’t sure how needle play would go after the PTSD bout, but it turned out to be a terrific thing. He groped me, testing out various places to put the needle. My inner hip (does that make sense? The ravine where hip meets thigh and crotch?) seemed too sensitive and I hoped he wouldn’t go there. After some exploration, he alcohol swabbed off my upper right breast… and that inner hip spot. Shit.
He placed his hands, needle in one of them, on my breast. I couldn’t see the spot where he was going to stick me through his other hand. I was afraid of the pain, but it slid in effortlessly and instead of pain there was a rush of endorphins. I contemplated why needle play is erotic (for me anyway) and I realized that nothing is more personal than having someone infiltrate your skin. I mean, orifices are designed to be penetrated safely, but letting someone pierce your skin is an act of supreme trust and intimacy.
He put a second needle just below the first one. This one started to slide out a bit, so I ended up with another puncture as he reinserted the end of the needle. This one hurt. But the pain is worth it for the rush of chemicals that follows. He toyed with my body, slapped my pussy. I kept hoping he would tell me to come but he played with me for a while.
My hand sought out his cock in the heat of passion. I stroked it, being careful not to squeeze or pull on it when he let me come. As I came, he inserted his fingers inside me and pressed up into my g-spot, while simultaneously pressing down on the spot from the outside. He yanked a series of beautiful orgasms from my body. While I was still coming, he slipped the needles out. (And I was relieved that he never stuck them in that hip spot.)
I rested after, content. He really makes me happy in so many ways.
He had me suck his cock for a while and I dove into it. He pushed down on my head a couple of times – choking me far more realistically than before. At one point I pulled away from the gagging, reeling with a perverse high. When I gathered my wits, I went right back to sucking his cock. We did this a few times before he had me get lube and condoms. It’s strange but the more real the choking gets the more I like it.
He had me try to put the condom on with my mouth, but it really wouldn’t work with his cock. As it is, his head is super-sensitive and I have to stretch condoms out a bit to get it over the head normally. I used my hands to apply the condom. I played with his pubic area, working him up. He had me ride him and I did so in my usual enthusiastic slutty way. When I was desperate to come, he told me to, and I was overcome with orgasm. While my pussy pushed his cock out pretty quickly, I kept coming. He massaged my body as I leaned forward on him and came. When I was exhausted, he let me rest a moment, but then started teasing me with his hands again. He gave me the command to come again, and I did even without any genital stimulation. I squirted all over his balls and cock.
I was grinning ear to ear afterward. I told him that I think having sex with him is good for me. He agreed.
Wow! Orgasm on command? What a gift!
Becky xxx