See the dark line right on my butt at the bottom edge of the photo? Major cane stripe. My butt still hurts over 24 hours later. As if there was any doubt, I'm a masochist and MasterDoc is a sadist.
It had been a while since I had a beating. I felt like I needed one and made sure to tweet about it. I’ll bet MasterDoc was already planning one, however, as he commented recently that I hadn’t had one in a while AND that I needed one. (The latter part said after I made some smart ass remark, I’m sure.)
He saw our friend V. the other morning. She doesn’t have anyone else to give her proper (and well-done) beatings, so MasterDoc gladly obliged. He intended to see if I could handle the same beating as V., however part way through he realized that he didn’t get to fuck V. and he sure as hell was going to take the chance while beating me.
He had me put on the blindfold, and I wasn’t able to see what implements he was getting out. He started with the small flogger, which I can recognize by the sting. He warmed up my ass and interspersed some hard hand slaps as well.
He used the large flogger on my ass and upper back – and even had me sit up straight briefly for some serious upper back flogging.
He moved on to the wooden paddle – I think that is one of my least favorite impact toys. It’s flat and unyielding, and therefore hurts like a motherfucker. My body would contract instinctively in an attempt to move my ass away from the blows. MasterDoc pays close attention to the noises I make and my bodily reactions and varies his beating accordingly. You can’t (or, at least, shouldn’t) beat your sub relentlessly hard. Unless they’re into that of course. But a beating that starts light and increases in intensity and then varies intensity according to how the sub is processing the pain is ideal.
He switched to the canes. While the pain is more concentrated than the paddle, I usually find it easier to bear as it covers a small amount of flesh at a time. I can imagine that marks were starting to come out on my ass at this point. MasterDoc decided to get in some fucking and had me move to the end of the bed. He stood behind me and slapped my ass with his cock. He lubed me up (surprisingly the beating hadn’t lubed me up quite enough) and slid his cock in. It was yummy getting fucked, and he did it slowly. Leisurely. He varied the intensity so that he’d keep teasing me. He’d bring me to the edge of orgasm and then slow down. He’d later thrust in deeply to hear me moan. I wondered if he was going to come again, but I just kept focusing on being fucked by his delicious cock. He spanked, paddled, caned me from time to time.
With the blindfold on I was in darkness and my focus was entirely on the sensations. He told me to come, and as I did he kept his cock inside for long time by thrusting in deeply. Unfortunately, I eventually had “female premature ejaculation”* and my vagina of steel pushed his cock out before his orgasm. He slapped my pussy and I started to squirt. Unfortunately I wasn’t on top of the throe and he had to have me scoot forward on the bed so I didn’t soak the sheets.
After I recovered for a few moments, he handed me the Hitachi magic wand and caned me some more. The feeling of the vibe on my clit brought me to the edge of orgasm again. And the cane strikes didn’t hurt as much as before but pushed me closer to orgasm. I’m sure this is the point where I ended up with such major bruising and cane stripes. As I hurtled towards orgasm, I could withstand more and more intense caning. I was ready to come, and with his permission I came, squirting all over the magic wand and throe. He caned me for a little longer and then worked his thick fingers inside my pussy. He manipulated my g-spot and I came even harder. I squirted again and didn’t want him to stop. It felt amazing.
After, I collapsed on the bed. He had me take off the blindfold and my collar. I lay there grinning from ear to ear, but my ass was so sore! (And the skin was broken apparently!) We had some tender cuddles and kisses – something I doubt the average vanilla person pictures when they think about BDSM and Dom/sub relationships. But the pain is always surpassed by the love and affection I get. We’re two halves of a whole. I like pain, he likes giving it, but only to people who are consenting. It’s a lovey dynamic indeed.
Of course, MasterDoc being MasterDoc, he contemplated pissing on my bruised and lacerated ass. This remained only a contemplation, however.
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*This is our new term. Female premature ejaculation is when a pussy pushes the cock out before the guy can come. Feel free to add it to Urban Dictionary and use it widely. Just give us credit.
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.
This Lady Gaga song inspired me to write a bit of erotica for a change. The video has nothing to do with my fantasy, but I love it all the same for being totally campy and sexy at the same time.
This is some pretty kinky shit, but if you read here regularly you should realize the kinds of things that are talked about on this blog. And without further ado: “Show Me Your Teeth.”
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She had dared him to go further than before. The butterflies tickled her stomach as she wondered if she could handle what he was going to dish out.
She had shared some of her darkest fantasies with him – the ones where she’s tied up helpless, the ravishment fantasies, the ones where he does things to her she likes to think she doesn’t want. But at the same time becoming his slut entirely turns her on immensely and she hopes that her gentle teasing has gotten him worked up enough to really push her limits this time.
She had spent some time reassuring him that she was ready for this. She wanted him to reach down and find those dark places of his soul and utilize them so they could both fulfill the twisted fantasies that brought them together.
He put her collar around her neck, and while he usually wasn’t big on protocol, he ordered her to kneel before him, forehead touching the floor. She did as she was told and steeled herself for what she hoped would be a bumpy ride.
He placed his foot on her head, holding it down.
“Are you sure you’re ready slut?” he asked her.
“Yes, Sir,” she replied immediately. She could feel her cunt begin to get wet. He removed his foot from her head and had her sit up. He sat on the sofa across from her spot on the floor and looked into her eyes.
“You are going to do everything I tell you tonight without question. I am going to take you to a place of humiliation and submission that you’ve never been to before.” She took a deep breath at this. “Go get the behind the back restraints.”
She was thrilled he asked for those – she had always hoped they’d use them again. Just having them on made her hot. When she returned to the room with the restraints, he stood up and put them on her. He buckled the collar, then buckled each wrist into their respective cuffs. She straightened up, and in this position her full breasts stood out. He took a hunk of her hair in his hand and shook her head around a little. She closed her eyes in a bit of a swoon. While her eyes were closed, he raised his hand and slapped her across the face a few times, each time a little harder than the first. When she opened her eyes he looked at her intently.
“I’ll be back in a moment. I expect you to stand at attention for me right here, understand?”
“Yes, Sir.”
She could feel every inch of her skin thrum as she heard him go off into the bedroom where the toys were kept. She tried to figure out what he was getting by the noises, but she couldn’t be certain. There was a chain noise and otherwise the noises were indistinguishable.
He came up behind her and placed a blindfold over her eyes. Now she was helpless and unable to see. He started to pull something else over her face, and she soon realized it was the muzzle. Her helplessness increased with not being able to communicate easily. He tweaked a nipple and she practically gushed wetness knowing that she was at his mercy. A chain rattled. She tried to discern if it was a leash or not. As he started pulling at her nipples, making them stand out, she realized that the chain must be one that connects two nipple clamps. The question was, which ones?
He slowly released the clamp onto one nipple. As it continued to bite and bite she knew it must be the clover clamps. She took deep breaths through her nose to cope with the pain. Clover clamps weren’t something she’d grown accustomed to just yet.
“Take the pain for me slut,” he said as he tugged lightly on the clamp to make sure it was on securely. She whimpered and he stroked the side of her face. “Breathe deeply. That’s it.”
He went for the other nipple and soon the other clamp was biting into her flesh. On the one hand, she wondered if she could stand the pain, on the other, her cunt felt like it was on fire. He pulled a little on the chain and she whimpered loudly. She moved her hands instinctively but of course found them to be secured behind her back, where they couldn’t do her any good.
He helped her balance as she was lowered onto her knees on the floor. Her senses were flooded with the pain, and the feel of his hand on her shoulders, and the anticipation of what might come next. He removed the muzzle. “You’re not to speak unless spoken too, understand cunt?”
“Yes, Sir,” she replied.
She heard him unzip his pants and he took his semi-hard cock out and slapped her on the face a few times. “You’re my cock-sucking whore,” he said, “You’re my piss-drinking whore. You’re my ass-licking whore. Open your mouth.” He put his cock in and she hoped that he was too hard to piss in her mouth. Anyway, he wasn’t likely to do it in the living room where there would be a mess if she failed to catch every drop.
She sucked, having a hard time keeping his ever-hardening cock in her mouth without the use of her hands. He grabbed the back of her head, and pulled her face right into his crotch. She tried to breathe through her nose while he gagged her on his cock, but soon she was sputtering and dripping drool down her chest. “Again, whore,” he said as he pushed his cock into her mouth and straight to the back of her throat again. He fucked her mouth hard and drool ran down her chin. Snot started to flow out of her nose and she was sure her makeup would be moist and messed up under the blindfold. He choked her repeatedly on his large cock, and then pulled her head back by the hair and slapped her face a few times. She could feel her sense of will melting as she became nothing more than his whore. She wanted him to hurt her. She wanted him to use her.
He reached down and slowly removed the clover clamps. She cried out as they came off and the blood painfully rushed back into each nipple. He slapped her for making noise and put the muzzle back over her mouth. “Get up,” he said and he helped her to her feet as she couldn’t hold her balance with her arms behind her. He undid the restraints and she rolled her shoulders to ease the soreness in them. She could hear and feel a leash hook onto her collar and he led her, still blindfolded, into the bedroom. He had her kneel on the bed, head down, ass in the air. Without warm up, he caned her a few swift times. She cried out under her muzzle.
Next this cold and slick fingers were pushing into her ass, lubing her up. She could feel the cold steel butt plug as he stroked it teasingly around her asshole. He pushed, and it slid in, filling her up. With his other hand, he checked between her pussy lips. “You’re a wet little slut, aren’t you?” She could hear the wet noises as he slapped her pussy. He slid a finger inside and wiggled it around just a little bit. She moaned and pushed back onto his hand.
He laughed.
“Not yet slut.”
He removed the muzzle and the blindfold, and slid his finger, slick with her juices, into her mouth. She obediently sucked his finger clean. As he pulled away momentarily, her eyes blinked, adjusting to the light in the room. She could still feel the heavy steel plug in her ass. He told her to lay down on her stomach and rest for a moment. He gathered up more toys.
He lay down next to her on the bed and she pulled herself close to his chest. She wanted him so badly that she started to lick his chest and massage it with her fingers. He let her do this for a moment, and lay back to enjoy her attentions.
His cock was hard again when he had her stop and lay on her stomach. She felt the cold swipe of an alcohol wipe on each ass cheek. This could only mean one thing – needles. Her ass chilled as the alcohol evaporated from her skin. She listened to him unwrap a couple of needles. He grabbed one ass cheek and slid a needle into her flesh, the needle exiting out a short distance later. She took a deep breath and her body soon flooded with endorphins. He stuck her again, on the other side this time, and again she was flying high on her body’s own natural drug. She was blissfully in subspace. Her will had dropped completely, and she only wanted to do whatever he wanted her to do. He let her lie there and enjoy the rush for a few minutes. He knew, however, that this was the ideal time to really push her limits.
After removing each needle, he asked her if she was able to stand. “I think so, Sir,” she replied and unsteadily sat up on the bed. He looked into her eyes, leaned forward, and kissed her deeply.
“You’re a good girl. Now let’s see if you’re as obedient as I expect you to be tonight.”
He led her into the bathroom, and she knew this meant piss play. She always had such mixed feelings about piss play. On the one hand it was degrading and gross. On the other hand, she relished him putting her into that mental space. It wasn’t that she thought she was worthless, it was just that him making her feel dirty and under his control gave her such a high.
He had her kneel in the cold tub. Would he just pee on her, or would this be the time he finally followed through with his threat and peed in her mouth? He removed her collar, “just for practicality’s sake.” She knew that even without that symbol around her neck she was expected to obey.
“Are you my obedient slut?”
“Yes, Sir. I’m your obedient slut.”
He made sure to look into her eyes as he spoke. “I expect you to prove that now to me. This next part can be as easy or difficult as you make it. I expect you to try your hardest to please me.”
She could feel herself shake a little. This was it. This was when he followed through on the months of threats. God, would she be able to stand the taste of piss in her mouth? Would it totally freak her out? Thankfully the endorphins from earlier were still flowing and she felt a rush when faced with the challenge of doing that which she found totally repulsive. He stepped as close to the tub as he could, and took his mostly soft cock into his hand. He took hold of her hair with the other hand. “Open your mouth.”
She did as she was told, with only a slight hesitation. She closed her eyes tight, but he wasn’t having that. “Look at me, bitch!” She opened up her eyes and looked up at him, standing over her like some sort of powerful god. He wanted to see her eyes as he did this. He wanted to watch the struggle as it unfolded in her head and showed in her eyes.
With her mouth wide open, and eyes wide open as well, she felt the first hot drops of piss land on her tongue. A panic came over her, but she steadied herself and let it flow into her mouth. He relished the look in her eyes. It was a look of panic and disgust, but she held herself still as he pissed into her mouth. He felt powerful knowing that he could make her do this.
“Swallow as much as you can, cunt.”
She gagged as she swallowed but she kept coming back for more because more than anything else she wanted to please him. She wanted to show her devotion by letting him use her however he wanted. When she’d gag and cough a little he ended up pissing on her face and into her hair. A few tears escaped the corners of her eyes. He took hold of her hair more tightly and continued to let go a long stream of piss into her mouth.
“Hold it in your mouth a moment. Show me.”
She knew he meant the piss and, struggling against all sorts of forces within her, she held a pool of it in her mouth, revolted by the taste. He looked into her eyes.
“Now swallow cunt.” She did and collapsed in the tub, crying. To an outsider, she seemed broken and devastated. But she felt a certain freedom in having let go of her inhibitions so. He let her collapse, but he continued pissing onto her body. “You’re my filthy, piss-drinking slut. One of these days I’ll do this with a whole crowd of men to watch. Then I’ll have them piss all over you as well. You’ll reek of piss and they will be amazed at how much you’re my whore.” He finished pissing on her.
“Clean up,” he said as he left the room. She slowly gathered her wits. She felt emptied out inside, like all her worries no longer had a space within her. Somehow she felt baptized, new. She adjusted the water in the tub and began rinsing herself off. She took handfuls of water into her mouth and rinsed it out as best she could. She had to wash her hair as he had pissed there as well.
She dried off. She put her collar back on and went to find Sir. Her damp hair hung limply and clung to her face. She had forgotten temporarily about the plug in her ass.
She found him in the living room and she asked his permission to use the toilet. He didn’t grant it right away but made her sit on the floor at his feet. The fullness of her bladder added to her arousal in some strange way. Still, she was becoming desperate to use the bathroom.
He lifted her chin and she had a hard time looking at him. “You’re a good girl,” he said. She let out a deep breath and focused her eyes on him. “You can go use the bathroom now.”
She paused for a moment, wanting to ask if she could remove the plug from her ass, but then she remembered that she wasn’t to speak unless spoken to. Thankfully, he noticed the conflicted look on her face and he asked her what she was thinking.
“May I please remove the plug from my ass, Sir?”
He laughed a little. “I had forgotten it was in there. Yes, you may remove it. Now go use the bathroom and meet me in the bedroom after.”
He handed her the ball gag when she arrived. She put it on and he had her get on hands and knees on the bed again. He stroked his hard cock and put a condom on it.
He pulled her ass apart and could see the slick, shaved lips of her cunt. She was remarkably wet. He slid his cock into her and fucked her slowly. Her muffled moans turned him on more, and he felt a sense of ownership over her. She moaned and pushed her hips back to sink his cock as deeply as she could. His cock stayed completely rigid as he fucked her. Her moans became louder through the gag. She could come at any second, he only had to give the word. But he was enjoying teasing her and he pounded her cunt a little with his cock, listening to the desperation grow in her moans.
Finally, he thrust his cock as deep inside her as he could and told her to come. His entire body trembled and he could feel her cunt convulse around his cock. She made a remarkable amount of noise for someone who was gagged. As she came, he felt his own arousal peak and shot forth a wad of hot come. He groaned and twitched as her pussy continued milking his cock as she came. He felt his balls suddenly drenched as she squirted. He smiled.
As they both lay limp on the bed after, he put his mouth to hear ear and said, “I’m very proud of you cunt.” She glowed from within from his compliment.
I thought for sure the evening would be all about MasterDoc’s pleasure. In fact, he had told us that it was our jobs to entertain him. (To which I saucily stood on one foot, put my finger to my nose and pulled the other leg in and out to the side while singing that circus song. The one I can’t transliterate here. Hey, he wanted to be entertained! It resulted in a good laugh.) It started off with DeeDee and I on either side of him on the mat in the living room, while I demonstrated how to touch him around his thighs, butt, and genital area, to make him feel good. At first DeeDee thought she couldn’t learn it, but when she joined in she did just fine. Just pay attention to MasterDoc’s reactions and you soon learn what he likes. If anything, he’s taught me to be more observant of my partners to gauge what they are stimulated by.
He had DeeDee blow him. While she did this, he reached out to me and held me by my neck. Having him grip me in so delicate an area is a huge turn on for me these days. I wasn’t sure if he’d squeeze at all, but he does realize that it’s not breathplay per se that turns me on, it’s more the threat of it and a firm grip on my throat.
MasterDoc asked me if I wanted to get fucked. I stammered that I hadn’t thought tonight would be about me at all and so I didn’t put in the right menstrual cup for fucking. As I went to the bathroom to change cups, he had DeeDee assemble some toys.
Thankfully, she accidentally picked up Puppy’s choke chain rather than the clover clamps (which are joined by a similar chain). She did have another pair of clamps, however and MasterDoc demonstrated how to put them on, very slowly, watching the sub’s face the whole time. DeeDee did the other nipple and did just fine. The one MasterDoc had put on was a bit tighter. He tugged on the chain, watching my face while the pain affected me. He soon slid his hand between my pussy lips and massaged. I went off into that special place where all you’re aware of is the increasing arousal of your body. It felt like my pulse sped up. Little flashes of nerve impulses would distract me. I was lost in reverie. MasterDoc gave me the word, and my body convulsed involuntarily as it tends to do when he tells me to come. After the long orgasm, they commented on how beautiful I look while coming, which is a wonderful thing to tell a woman.
MasterDoc got back on track with the idea of fucking me. He had me get on hands and knees on the mat on the floor. He fucked me from behind and my top half ended up pushed into the mat. As I slid into subspace I found myself thinking the kind of thing I’d roll my eyes at if I read it on Fetlife or somewhere – I found myself thinking that I was so pleased and honored that I was the hole he chose to use when he wanted to fuck. Oh yes, I was deep into being sub. While it felt amazing to be fucked, in my mind my pleasure wasn’t the point. I certainly came when he told me to, and I fell forward off the mat onto the floor during orgasm, and I somehow thought it fitting for a sub to have her face pressed into the rug as she comes. But I was more hopeful that using me like that pleased him. I know, that’s the sort of thing that I roll my eyes at when others say it, but damn, subspace is another planet.
I squirted a whole lot as I came – on the mat thankfully.
MasterDoc sent me to bed after that. I had work the next morning, but I left he and DeeDee on the mat in the living room. Too bad neither of them blogs – you will never know what they got up to after I went to sleep.
The terrible mood swings went on up through last night. The “crimson tide” has come in so today I’m feeling much more stable. Except for the time when I got hypoglycemic. Oh well, there’s always something.
I got to spend some special alone time with MasterDoc last night. As we sat on the sofa, he started in on some sort of mind fuck. The problem is I can’t recall today what it was – some sort of threat of something that is scary but perhaps also erotic, or at least him making me do it is erotic in and of itself. I wish I could remember the specifics but all I remember ultimately is getting hot and melting into submissiveness just from his words.
He had me set up the bedroom for our interlude. As usual the Fascinator throe was put down on the bed. Lube, condoms, a butt toy and a vibe were made handy. I added the Wartenburg wheel. I brought his laptop in and set it up on the bed with some porn on it.
He told me to finish watching the tv show I had been watching, and when the last fifteen minutes were up I went into the bedroom. He told me to take the lube, reach back and lube up my ass. As I did this, hands working behind me, standing at the foot of the bed, he watched me and commented that it was hot thinking about exactly what I was doing. I felt embarrassment and looked down. When I was done, he sent me to wash my hands of the extra lube.
He had me get on hands and knees as soon as I returned, and he fucked my ass without any physical foreplay. It’s funny because sometimes I need a good warm up, but last night was so hot. I loved that he just shoved his cock inside my lubed up ass and fucked the hell out of me. The idea that I was his slut, his dirty whore who was enjoying him fucking me up the ass, turned me on so much. I’m pretty sure I muttered, “I love being your slut!” at one point. I was turned on by the idea of him using my body for his own pleasure. He fucked me long and hard. I was moaning and on the verge of orgasm for ages. Even though his cock was in my ass I could feel the sensations in my cunt. He ran the Wartenburg wheel over my ass and back, pressing the points into my ass. He grabbed my hips, and was generally rough with me. I held out as long as I could before begging for permission to come. He let me come and he continued to fuck me as I shuddered and screamed. (I feel bad for his neighbors. We really need to use gags more.) He wrung every last orgasm out of my body. His cock has been extra hard for extra long recently (I will perhaps someday explain why) and my clenching pelvic muscles aren’t such a formidable force against his cock these days. I do still push his cock out involuntarily sometimes, but it doesn’t happen as quickly or easily as before.
We took a break and I was exhausted from the phenomenal ass fucking. Unfortunately my hormones were still wreaking havoc on me and I hit a mood swing and started crying. Of course MasterDoc was a bit bewildered that after such great sex and orgasms I could feel depressed, but it was really just down to some sort of biochemical mood swing.
We rested for a bit and snacked on sorbet and fruit salad. My mood was back up again and I tried to eat slowly, savoring the feeling of the creamy sorbet on my tongue. At some point he said he needed to pee, but just a little bit, and he considered pissing in my mouth right there on the bed, and making me swallow it down. I cringed and curled up, putting my head down, hoping so hard that he was just fucking with me. This time he was.
I was hoping we’d fuck more, and it seemed a bit iffy at one point. Because of my moodiness I perceived that since DeeDee moved in with him he gives me much shorter and less involved scenes. We talked about it though, and it’s probably a bit of my mis-perception, and a bit of just the usual ebb and flow (that would have happened regardless of DeeDee living here). He says he’ll keep an eye on things in the future, but two weeks is a really short period of time to interpret things as changing long term. I do worry that with two women around so much now that getting as much sex from him might be difficult.
We cuddled a bit, and he had me suck his cock after I had had enough cuddles. I got really into it and he seemed just huge last night and very hard. He picked up the magic wand and held it to my clit while I sucked. I was soon humping the wand as best I could and he had me put a condom on him and get on top. I was so horny and turned on that I pushed through a little physical fatigue to ride him a good long time. He thrust up into me, making me sigh and gasp as he did. He grabbed parts of my body to enhance the experience – gentle nipple pinching, massaging my hip joints. He got me really worked up until I came, and came, and came. I squirted all over him, and unfortunately the throe had shifted through the evening and I squirted a bit on the bed as well. His cock stayed hard for a long time and I kept coming. As I came he slapped my ass at one point but damn, somehow it hurt too much and distracted me. I had to beg him to stop spanking me. My ass stung for a few moments afterward.
He made me come again and this time my vagina of steel pushed his cock out. By this time his balls were soaked in my come, and I was exhausted, but very, very happy.
Despite the mood swings I was still dealing with, we had a fantastic evening together.
I’ve spent the past two evenings with MasterDoc, and the timing couldn’t have been more perfect. Late Monday afternoon at work my mood dropped considerably and my premenstrual bout of depression had begun.
I found myself withdrawn when I met up with DeeDee and MD at his place. The three of us were supposed to hang out together that night, whereas Tuesday night was to be my night alone with him. I felt terrific guilt at being so down and feeling unstable. I had fears that DeeDee might think I was malingering to get attention. And while I did need attention, it wasn’t from faking but from a genuine mood issue.
But both DeeDee and MasterDoc were really kind that night. They didn’t push me to do my usual things (DeeDee cooks, I clean up lately) and MasterDoc gave me time alone. We tried out my new Gigi (the vibrator I have lusted after for over a year!) that I won from Babeland. I will review it shortly. I loved the new toy and MasterDoc made me come hard over and over. He wrung every possible orgasm out of my body. But while I felt amazing immediately after, my depression still lurked and I found myself crying out of frustration and sadness. I needed cuddles as much as I needed orgasms.
Last night, I was handling myself a little better although I still felt depressed. While cuddling on the couch, MasterDoc had a revelation – while orgasms and beatings do help my mood, it’s more likely that I need the intimacy when I’m feeling down. I think he’s on to something there.
When it came time for sex, he had me set up the electrosex box, the usual items (condoms, lube), my new Gigi and the plastic clips from the kitchen (small plastic clothespins used to keep bags closed). I took the liberty of adding the wartenburg wheel. I tried out the clothespins on my nipples when I went to the kitchen to get them. My nipples are more sensitive what with my period coming any day now, and I was pretty terrified of him using them on me.
Later in the evening he did use them, first to clip the skin of my upper breasts. This hurt, but I was sufficiently in subspace by that time that it felt amazing for him to hurt me. I wanted him to hurt me. I wanted to suffer by his hand. He ultimately decided to progress to putting them on my nipples, and to my surprise I enjoyed the pain. I have a light bruise on my right breast, I’m not sure if it’s from the clothespins or if he bit me at some point.
My recollections are a bit hazy. I can recall what we did, but not in what order things happened. He fucked me from behind, and the whole time I fantasized about him fucking me up the ass. His cock stayed rock hard even when I came and this was just amazing to feel – his cock still hard, still inside me. I went all feral and pushed myself back onto him while stroking my swollen and wet pussy. As I came, my hand became covered in my juices. I squirted a hell of a lot last night.
I collapsed when he told me to, and a short while later I shared my fantasy of him fucking my ass. Much to my happiness, he decided to do that. He had me use the Gigi on my clit first and then wanted me to put it inside of my vagina – not only for my own pleasure, but he wanted me to rub the vibration against the membrane between my vagina and rectum so he could feel it on his cock. I was totally into being fucked up the ass, but unfortunately trying to get the vibe in my pussy from that angle was hopeless. That kinda drew things to a close. But while he was fucking me, I loved how he dug his fingers into my ass, or stroked my back, or pulled my hair. I nearly forgot – he also ran the wartenburg wheel over me.
I felt much better after all that. And of course I’m not the only one who got to come. MasterDoc came on my face – not in my mouth. My chin and lips were glazed with his come, which I left there until he told me I could clean it off. (Guys don’t necessarily appreciate a woman going, “Eww!” and wiping off their come at the first possible second.) I slept well last night and the good feelings lingered on through much of today. Hormones fucked with me some more this afternoon, but I’m just eagerly waiting on my period at this point.
One last tidbit, after fucking my ass, he made me lick around the base of his cock to make sure it would be clean in case he fucked my pussy again. I somehow managed to desensitize myself to the ick factor of ass stuff being on his cock. I suppose it was easier to handle than actual ass-to-mouth.
Last night I went out to a party with MasterDoc and DeeDee. She’s now staying with MasterDoc until she gets herself settled in New York, so we’ll get to hang out more often.
I was feeling blue and moody, thanks to the usual premenstrual issues, but I was at least able to control my feelings this time, and realize that they were hormonal rather than real issues. It was wonderful that DeeDee noticed I was out of sorts and she asked what she could do or not to that evening to help – this is why we’re friends. Just hearing that helped de-grumpify me a little bit.
We went out in the pouring rain because MasterDoc was bringing the sybian to this party, so he had an obligation to show up. I found early in the evening that I needed cuddles more than anything else, and DeeDee and I sat on either side of him on a sofa for a while after we arrived at the party. The cuddles definitely helped me. I was fortunate since MasterDoc and DeeDee had had sexual and bdsm fun in the afternoon, so he focused on me a little more which I really needed last night.
The party started really slowly. It seemed the singletons showed up early so no one was playing. I felt like we were beyond the kink level of the attendees, but later when things started picking up and more couples arrived, I found that while we were decidedly more sexual than most, the others there were pretty damn kinky. I went down on MasterDoc for a while (despite the slight discomfort from bending over in my waist cincher) and DeeDee took a turn after.
MasterDoc knows that spanking, coupled with orgasms, usually helps my mood a great deal. So he had me kneel on the sofa, facing the back and take my pants down. He spanked and flogged me for a while and it helped my asocial mood to be able to close my eyes and just focus on the beating. He soon had DeeDee kneel on the sofa next to me, and he took turns flogging, spanking and caning us both. It was strange to hear two blows but not feel anything (when he hit DeeDee) and then suddenly the next two blows hit my ass. He gave us vibes to play with and made us work ourselves up. It’s funny because both DeeDee and I felt kinda like it was somehow not okay to be so sexual when no one else was doing anything. But still, regardless of anxiety, MasterDoc’s voice telling us to come made us come at once. I was afraid to squirt on my pants that were down around my knees, so I held back a little, but I did come. The orgasms were kinda like skipping stones across a pond – not deep but repetitive.
MasterDoc gave me the first sybian ride of the evening, and the orgasms did me a world of good. If you ever get a chance to watch a woman on a sybian, please do. It is amazing how hard a woman can come – and now much! – when riding that amazing vibrator. My orgasms were insane – I kept coming over and over. Grabbing blindly at MasterDoc and coming uncontrollably. I squirted a couple of times and had to clean up afterwards. He kept pushing me until I was too exhausted to come any more. I lay down on the couch after and was happy when I could rest my head on MasterDoc’s lap. MasterDoc’s pms cure had worked again!
DeeDee is exploring her switchiness and she got to talking to a submissive man at the party. He seemed nice. Not entirely her type but at least he put service before his own kinky desires – quite refreshing compared to the guys DeeDee has met on collar me. He gave DeeDee a foot rub, and she kindly got him to give me one after. Ah it was wonderful. I may not be at all dominant, but I do appreciate a good foot rub. He did it as long as either of us wanted him to. He also bought DeeDee a soda when she asked, and later he helped her out of her panties when she went to ride the sybian and he held them during her ride – I’m sure that was an exciting bit of the night for him.
MasterDoc got another taker for the sybian and he gave a ride to another lady while her man held her up, and held her arms behind her back (oooh, restraint during intense orgasms! Me want!). DeeDee and I sat with the submissive man and discussed the progression that goes on during a sybian ride. It starts of seeming like nothing much, soon the woman is bucking her hips and riding the machine. Then it keeps intensifying and after a variable period of time she comes. Screaming orgasms. It may back off a little – partly because the body needs a break and partly because MasterDoc will turn down the vibrations a bit, but when he turns them back up another amazing orgasm is wrenched from her body. It is amazing and hot to watch. I think it’s even more so when you’ve been on a sybian yourself and you know the stages and how it feels.
The party host had a lady of his get a ride and didn’t let her come. Meanie! DeeDee and I were appalled and so thankful that MasterDoc isn’t into prolonged orgasm denial. Neither of us would be able to handle it. I’m not saying it’s a bad thing to do, just not something that makes any sense whatsoever for me.
DeeDee wanted a sybian ride, so when MasterDoc looked around for more victims, er, volunteers I pointed to DeeDee to get his attention. Like I said earlier, the sub guy held her panties and while he fiddled with them a little he didn’t do anything creepy with them. It’s a shame he’s not more DeeDee’s type since he was quite nice, but I can see that a relationship wouldn’t really work with them. They’re not on the same page otherwise. DeeDee is really smart and educated, and she needs a man who can stimulate her intellectually.
MasterDoc hadn’t slept well the night before, and he decided to lay down on the couch and take a nap. He looked so cute sleeping there. There are times when you can still see the little boy inside the man and it’s incredibly endearing. DeeDee and I talked while MasterDoc napped.
Leaving was difficult since the party host wanted the sybian to stay around as long as possible, but I had worked that day and was pretty damn tired by 2 a.m. We were all ready to go home so we managed to say our goodbyes. The submissive guy happily carried the sybian out for us while MasterDoc pulled the car around.
I was in a much better mood after last night, and today, while I’m still feeling moody, I feel in relative control over myself. This is a good thing. MasterDoc had to go out in the morning for a while, and DeeDee and I just talked and talked for a few hours. As I tweeted at that time, life is good.
After having such a good time with the Zeus Electrosex Box recently, MasterDoc ordered the torpedo attachment, which enables you to zap the inside of a vagina. (Or ass if you’re so inclined although the one we got is kinda big for that. Plus this toy is not really sterilizable, so don’t swap locations or partners with it.) MasterDoc started off with the electrodes again however, and he had me place them on either side of my clit myself – having me place painful things on myself is an idea he got from a porn we watched recently where the woman put clothespins on her tits before going to see her Dominants.
He toyed with the electric current, and without much stimulation at all, he told me to come and I did. That night I was to come a few more times with just the slightest bit of stimulation. He said to me that night, “You know we’re very close to making you come on command.” Indeed we are. He slapped my clit a bit with the electricity flowing through my clit and made me come again. The third time, he wasn’t really doing anything but he gave me a firm look right in the eyes and told me to come. My body spasms involuntarily when he tells me to come. I keep being amazed by how easily he can make me come on command these days.
MasterDoc has lamented getting old and someday not having his cock work, but I pointed out that the way things are going he won’t have to lift a finger to make me come and be satisfied. It’s amazing what a strong sex organ the brain is. Granted, this took over two and a half years of conditioning to reach, so don’t expect this sort of thing to happen overnight.
The fourth time I came, he fingered me and the stroking of my g-spot while being zapped through the clit was divine. Finally, it was time to use the torpedo attachment. He lubed it up well, although I was quite wet by this time. The torpedo is pretty rigid so it’s not the sort of thing to just shove in without lube or warm up. The feeling of the electricity from the torpedo insert was quite different than the feeling from the electrode attachments. It was like it stimulated and made my vaginal muscles contract rather than feeling like a zap. Orgasm from this was pretty damn easy.
As hot as all this was, and as satisfied as I was at having had five massive orgasms (or rather, sets of orgasms), we still hadn’t fucked and it had been a full week since we had. He had me get on top and I rode his cock fiercely. His cock has been dealing with my vagina of steel better lately (and perhaps I’m not contracting quite as hard during orgasm? I don’t know.) and it felt wonderful to have his big hard cock inside me as I came.
It was getting late, and I was getting tired, but MasterDoc hadn’t come yet. He chose some porn and I played with his ass as he stroked his cock. He said sometime recently that he needs to have me teach DeeDee what to do with his ass. I suppose that’s the advantage at being someone’s submissive longer – you’ve gotten things down that the other sub is just starting to learn. In this vein, I’ve started a wiki on taking care of/serving MasterDoc. DeeDee and I had discussed a butler’s book, but the wiki seems more practical and easy to organize. (And we all know how librarians like organized information!) It’s technically public (had to be to be free) so perhaps some day I’ll share the url. To this, MasterDoc said, “Yes, so they can see how easy it is to take care of me!” I could not suppress a smile. He can be quite particular about some things, but he’s right when he points out that he’s not a Dom who demands perfection – and that’s one of the many things that makes him the right Dom for me. He’s not heavy on protocol, he won’t punish me for stupid things or things out of my control, and he’s just so damn cuddly for a sadistic bastard.
Friday night we had a couple over – I had met the woman on fetlife and in a funny coincidence she’s my age and her Dom is the same age as MasterDoc. They brought a bunch of toys over and MasterDoc immediately pounced on their cases and had to see what was inside. They had some things we have (medium rubber flogger, clover clamps) and some stuff we didn’t – namely a pussy pump. MasterDoc was excited to try that out.
But first, we chatted. MasterDoc was really “on” that night (at least I think so) and he was chatty and funny. He has a lot of funny stories to tell from his life and for the most part I don’t get tired of hearing them.
Our guests were interested in the sybian, and when given the choice of the flat, small, medium or large attachments, our ladyfriend went for the large. Yikes. Too big for me, and therefore proof that I’m not truly a size queen. I offered to get lube but she said she didn’t need any. Man, I wish I could get that wet and aroused just from hanging out talking about sex toys. I need a little help and actual physical contact usually.
She had her ride, MasterDoc’s back was bothering him so her Dom was the guy she had to fall forward onto (and grab onto – riding the sybian makes you grasp blindly at whatever you can hold onto). However, MasterDoc sat on the sofa beside him and worked the controls. It was hot to watch as always. I think this is why I don’t get porn where the women look like they’re acting – it’s so fucking hot to watch a woman in the throes of passion. Just going, “Ooh, ooh yeah baby” isn’t enough to make me think you’re hot for it. Why would porn like that ever be enjoyable? But when a woman ceases to be aware of her surroundings and just gets lost in the sensations, well it’s a beautiful thing to watch.
She managed to get two rides (she must have more stamina than me), but for her second ride she used the flattop. You see, the large dildo was too much of a good thing and it made her bleed a little. (Hooray for silicone toys that can be properly cleaned and disinfected between partners.) She was cropped and caned during the rides, and for the second one she wore clover clamps. She is made of tougher stuff than I. I was keen to get a ride myself, but first MasterDoc wanted to try out the pump.
He put the nipple cylinders on my nipples and pumped them. It was painful having my nipples sucked hard into the tubes. Next he tried the large cup that goes over the pussy and gave it a few pumps. I didn’t love the feeling but I can see where drawing that much blood into your parts could lead to heightened sensitivity. Thirdly, he tried the clit cylinder and sucked my clit up into it, making it big. (But I scoffed at calling it big since it’s not anywhere near as huge as a transman’s clit.)
Anyway, I got my sybian ride complete with caning and we chatted a while longer. They headed out and it seems that they had a good time. (The Dom emailed us the next day to say so.)
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Last night was even more fun. With MasterDoc’s back being out, he had brainstormed things he could do to me that required only minor effort on his part. You see, creativity can keep your sex life going despite adversity. Fucking would throw him into severe pain so that was out. Any sort of impact play would require moving and working muscles in such a way that it could worsen his back pain. But he realized that we have a Zeus Electrosex box (available at Extreme Restraints) that my friend Coy Pink won and sent to me since she wasn’t interested in it. (It’s so good to have sex blogger friends!) We hadn’t really used it to this point, but MasterDoc experimented last night.
I was very nervous when he placed the electro pads on either side of my labia. As he upped the intensity on each pattern it would hurt for a moment, and then translate itself into pleasure. There were only one or two patterns out of seven that I really didn’t care for. I felt the shocks in the crooks of my hips. He placed the pads differently, working on getting the shock current running through my clit. On the second try the electricity arced just over my clit and ran through my pubic mound. I placed the pads next time, and this time it worked. It felt like someone was tapping on my clit as he ran current through it.
He toyed with different settings. At one point he had me find a setting I liked and once confirming that I like it he set the box on random. I was enjoying myself one second and then saying, “Hey, it changed!” the next, which gave him a laugh.
I was surprised, although I don’t know why, at how easily my body can translate the pain of the electricity into pleasure. I contemplated my masochism, wondering if it’s getting deeper or if I’ve just simply started to allow myself to feel pleasure with these sensations that non-masochists would tell me aren’t pleasurable. I was leaning towards the latter. I don’t usually think of myself as sexually repressed, but I suppose in this society we all are to some extent. As I continue in a trusting D/s relationship I’m able to explore my darker fantasies and finally admit them not only to myself, but also to MasterDoc. When you have dark fantasies you need to be careful who you tell them to as they very often contain some risk – physical and/or emotional.
The level of electric shock that went into my body from this toy was just the right amount to get me aroused and lost in the sensation. MasterDoc got a little frustrated with me because he was looking for feedback since it’s a new toy, and at times I wasn’t able to express myself. It felt good enough that he could command me to come and I came from the sensation of the electricity running through my clit. I came two or three times this way. It’s hard to describe the sensation, it feels like your nerves are being stimulated directly under the skin rather than stimulated by sensations on your skin like most toys. Some of the electrical patterns were buzzy like vibrators, but again, it felt like it was vibrating inside my pubis rather than outside of it.
For the first time, I felt like my submission was realized in my orgasms. He kept the machine going and I just kept coming over and over and over again. I couldn’t stop. I was totally at his mercy. I had lost all control of myself to him and the toy. During one orgasm I had to beg him to stop because I couldn’t breathe.
And so, with very little movement and physical effort on his part, MasterDoc got me off and made me extremely happy. He had me suck his cock for a while after and I was enjoying it so much I pushed my endurance farther than usual. I love when his fingers entwine in my hair as I’m going down on him. Even if he doesn’t thrust his cock deep inside my throat the potential gets me hot.
After my mouth was fairly exhausted, he had me move up for a cuddle. He stroked his cock as I stroked his chest, and I found myself getting hornier and hornier because he was getting hornier and hornier. I pressed my naked body up against his and breathed shallowly against him, nuzzling his cheek. I reached down and massaged his groin until my hand was about ready to fall off. I didn’t mind really because it was so hot making him feel good.
When he was ready to come I watched his cock intently, wondering if I should just shove it in my mouth like I wanted to or if I should wait to find what he wanted me to do. I hesitated a bit, but probably indicated with my body language what I wanted to do. He told me to put it in my mouth as he came. I sucked his cock into my mouth – a little too hard and so backed off right away with the suction. His slick, come covered cock filled my mouth. I held the come in my mouth and he had me dribble it out onto the throe.
Very hot indeed.
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As I came up with the title for this post, I was reminded of MasterDoc’s recent comment. He says that there’s like an “arms race” between Doms these days – they keep buying bigger, fancier or more expensive toys and then show them off at parties.
I’ve spent plenty of time the last two months bitching about struggling through PMS. I’m happy to say this month is better, but even though it seems like all is well, I can tell that in a way my mood has gone a bit manic this time. I’m not bipolar, but I think even in regular depression sometimes your mood will swing the other way – just far less often than a person with bipolar might experience. I find myself giddy this month, googly-eyed lovey, eager to do things. I went for an hour long walk today. I never do that! So while the symptoms this month could be described as “positive” I think it’s just another side of the coin from the “negative” symptoms of the past few months. I’m out of balance emotionally like I am every month, it’s just that this month seems more positive.
Last night I had a wonderful night out with MasterDoc. My giddy, lovey mood made me really appreciate how happy I am with him. I really got into our dynamic and realized how fulfilling it is for me. It’s funny, because I constantly struggle with two different desires – there’s a part of me that’s independent and wants to make my own damn decisions but there’s another part of me that wants nothing more than for him to have control. These two parts sometimes conflict. A part of me says that I shouldn’t just let someone else control me like he does, but then I am so turned on and so happy when he does take control.
When we arrived at the swing club, he poured us some water since the bartender wasn’t around. I had said I was thirsty and I couldn’t wait until the water was poured. But, rather than hand it to me, he took a drink first. I wanted to say something as I was so thirsty, but the look he gave me said it all. “I want to make sure you remember your place,” he said to me. I went weak in the knees.
All last night, I found that being his slut was hotter than anything else. I realized that while we do sometimes like swinging with others, there are times like last night where the real kink being satisfied out at the swing club is that I’m his whore, and he gets to show off just what I will do for him. He gets to talk to me like I’m a dirty slut in front of everyone and I don’t object but instead am obviously turned on. I follow his command without hesitation or argument when he tells me to suck his cock, or take my clothes off, or come.
I have moments when I worry that some people are judging me for being such a whore. But then I get so turned on by it that I forget to feel embarrassed. While some might judge me, I think that most people find how I am to be phenomenally hot. The single men at the club are all eager to talk to us in the hopes of joining in. I’m not gorgeous, I’m fat and flabby, but I am a sex goddess there. And I am his. He gets to be the guy who has control over this nymph who wants to fuck and fuck and fuck. (And the reason I want to fuck and fuck and fuck is because I’m so fucking turned on by him.) We’re parts of a whole. It’s a dynamic. I give up control, he takes control and we’re both happy in those states.
Just when I thought I was tired from coming, I’d look into his eyes again and I’d start breathing shallowly and I’d ache for him to touch me and make me come. He can make me come without even touching any of the typical erogenous zones. For me, the hottest part of sex is the mind-fuck, the control. While the stimulation of my pussy is wonderful, the fact that he controls when I come makes the fucking amazingly more intense. I realized last night that being submissive and kinky really are integral parts of my personality. As my Dom, he fulfills me so much that I am willing to struggle with insecurity and jealousy because sharing him with others is still way better than not having him in my life. I think I’m also starting to grow more secure. I’ve been making a concerted effort to focus on the positive and I have started noticing things I’d ignore before in favor of dwelling on the negative. I noticed last night, truly noticed and internalized, how much he enjoys being with me. And I’m starting to see that his wanting to spend time with others doesn’t diminish that. Since I’ve grown so very fond of DeeDee, I can totally see why he wants to spend time with her. And that makes it easier to go busy myself with something else when they want time alone. (She does the same for me.)
Is this a breakthrough or just the hyper-happiness of PMS? I really hope it’s the former.
Unlike most entries I’m not really telling the story of what sex acts we did last night. It just doesn’t seem as interesting to me as capturing what goes on mentally. He made me suck his cock and he choked me on it in front of everyone. He fingered me to orgasm in front of an audience, he made me come by just stroking my legs, butt, hip and breasts. He made me come over and over, uncontrollably. I squirted a huge puddle a couple of times. He fucked me hard and spanked me with the hard wooden paddle. He let some random guy eat me out, and I didn’t so much come from his abilities (which were ok but not great) but I came from knowing I was doing it because I’m MasterDoc’s slut. He made me come with my pants on just by grabbing my hair and talking dirty to me. I was so afraid I’d squirt in my pants!
I just kept thinking about how I’m really his whore and I will do nearly anything for him. That sort of power strikes me as scary at some moments, but I always come back to the key point that makes it not scary – he would never do anything to truly hurt me. He pushes my limits. He gets me to do things I thought I would never do, but he has never, not once done anything damaging to me. And even on the rare occasions where something didn’t quite work, he is fast to talk things over and make sense of what the issue was so he could avoid it in the future. Sometimes I think that it’s weird for a modern, feminist woman to be so deeply devoted to him, but I am.
The title of this entry came from MasterDoc, who of course got the line from George Orwell’s novel 1984. Near the end of the story, the main character (Winston) is locked up by the totalitarian government. They make him betray his love, Julia, by scaring him to death with something he fears the most (I want to say it was rats but I can’t recall). They make him break down and tell them that he wants them to do this horrible thing to Julia, not him. They make Winston betray her. MasterDoc has a knack for talking about something kinky and difficult and possibly painful, and he is good at making DeeDee and I encourage him to do it to the other, as long as he’s not doing it to us. He thinks this is hot. lol He really does like having power and control, doesn’t he?
RT @Unchaste_Athene: Addendum: Also stop kissing people, because that is far more likely to give you HSV-1. 14 hrs ago
RT @Unchaste_Athene: Dear potential lovers:Unless you have a recent test saying you are HSV1-free, you have no right to be paranoid about me 14 hrs ago
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