I started getting a little blue on Sunday afternoon. I was supposed to have time alone with MasterDoc, filled with cuddles and hopefully some kinky sex. Instead I was helping him figure out how to put mp3 files on his Palm Pre. Ever astute, he picked up on my mood and asked what was wrong. I told him and he set to fixing the problem right away.
We cuddled a bit in the bedroom and I told him that I was feeling really passive. (Sometimes I just want to be teased and tormented and not taking such an active role. In the past this has gotten me called a pillow princess, but lately I’m much more active so I can get away with this now and then) This worked out because he was already planning to tie me down to the bed (via the under the bed restraints). He made sure the lines were pulled tight so my arms were spread as wide as possible. I was truly helpless. He blindfolded me.
He licked my clit for a while, something that feels divine. He teased me with a vibrator, and after inserting it to stimulate my g-spot, he licked my clit some more until he made me come (giving permission for the orgasm of course).
He left the room for a few minutes. I of course remained where I lay since I couldn’t move at all. He returned with some ice which he used on my clit. He took a phone call during this, and I was left to stifle my cries as he teased my cunt some more with the bitterly cold ice. I don’t like being cold! Applied to my pussy for too long it hurts.
He had talked about play piercing and I was nervous he’d follow through on the idea of nipple piercing. (And wouldn’t you know it, I was scared of that but my body gave me away by twitching in arousal when he spoke about it.) He felt my body, searching for the right place to put a needle or two. He came to my inner thighs and said that’s the spot. I’m freaked out as my inner thighs are incredibly sensitive. I dreaded a needle going through the flesh there. He swabbed my left inner thigh with an alcohol wipe and grabbed a hold of a chunk of flesh.
I could have sworn he was putting a needle in, and I cringed appropriately. But he had the last laugh. He had just pinched my thigh with his hand – he didn’t use a needle. But I was so psyched up into thinking “piercing” that he didn’t need to actually do it for me to feel the sensation. Pretty wild and an excellent mindfuck.
Next he put nipple clamps on and left the room. I was turned on by the fact of my utter helplessness and the fact that he can inflict pain on my body if he chooses. That’s power.
When he returned he fucked me while I was tied down. I couldn’t get my legs apart as much as usual since my ankles were cuffed to the edges of the bed, but he managed to fuck me quite well (albeit not quite as deep as usual). As I came, he choked me a little during orgasm. No real air constriction, but a firm hand at my throat. Fuck, that made it hotter. I was a happy puddle afterward. (And had a puddle of girl cum under my ass too.)
He untied my arms and gave me some aftercare. Next he had me suck his cock for a while, and I reveled in it and fantasized about dirty things like being fucked from behind with clover clamps on while gagged. I never ask for the clover clamps – they hurt like a motherfucker! While I was fantasizing about him inflicting more pain on me, he gagged me on his cock. I’m thrilled that he does that pretty often lately. We’ve both found something new we enjoy. He had me get on top of his hard cock for a ride. He teased me with a long, slow fuck. He made me come for a long, languorous time. I had to lay down to rest after, and could have easily fallen asleep.
But wait, there’s more! I told him my fantasy from earlier. He put on the clover clamps right after mentioning that I probably couldn’t handle them for the entire time he fucks me. He gave me permission to remove them if I needed. I wore them longer than one would think I could manage. I was kneeling at the end of the bed with the clamps biting into my nipples as he fucked me. I don’t know what it is, I guess it’s my masochism, or need to submit, but there’s something erotic about knowing he can hurt me – that he has the authority to make me hurt. He has the authority to fuck me while he makes me hurt. Damn that’s hot. I ended up pulling off the clamps mid orgasm. And I squirted some more on the throe. (That thing desperately needs a cleaning now.)
He got hard again and had me ride him another time. I wasn’t sure that I had the stamina at that point, but his cock feels so good it kept me going. He squeezed my boobs hard, which doesn’t feel as good as nipple pinching would. He made me come again, and a little later, again.
I was spent, but MasterDoc had yet to come. He put on some porn, and I gave him a prostate massageas he stroked his cock. He was laying on his side, which usually puts me off kilter in regards to finding his prostate, but I’ve gotten better at feeling that little “walnut” texture of the gland to find it. I was distracted by the porn myself, as the storyline of the maid who is then gang banged by the dinner guests and the butler turned me on immensely. I was just dying to be the center of a few men at that moment. I focused enough on making him feel good to get him to shoot a big load. (The throe was a complete cummy mess by this time from him and me.) Since I was thoroughly enjoying the slutty porn he told me I could continue watching and he gave me permission to make myself come. I grabbed my Gigi as my preferred masturbating hand had just been in his ass (and we don’t want a vaginal infection to result). I rubbed the vibe on my clit for just a few moments. While watching the woman get double penetrated while sucking a third guy’s cock, I made myself come hard.
I finished watching the video, and MasterDoc came back in the bedroom. He asked if I had decided not to masturbate, but I said that no, I had come already.
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.
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.
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.
Early in the day, via instant message, I put in a request for MasterDoc to please use the Wartenburg wheel and one or more of the gags I have to review if we fooled around that night. I’m welcome to put ideas out there, but I can’t expect that he will always go with them. Still, it’s nice to know I can speak up and say, “Hey, I’d really like to play with this toy.”
After dinner, he asked me what I felt more in the mood for – being beaten or sex. I replied that I was keen on something that’s bdsm play, but not necessarily impact play. He acknowledged my earlier request and when we headed to the bedroom he had me gather the items I asked for. Hooray! He also had me get the snake bite suckers, the magic wand, riding crop, needles and alcohol wipes.
He had me put in the ball gag, which stayed on for the entirety of the scene. I was happy to finally find a gag that doesn’t set off my gag reflex. (I used the smallest ball it came with.) As I lay on my back on the bed, he attached the snake bite suction cups to my nipples and clit. The kit comes with two larger cups and one thinner one that’s just right for the clit. I could really feel my clitoris sucked into the tube. It was a strangely arousing yet slightly uncomfortable feeling. He flicked the cups with his fingers and the crop. He ran the Wartenburg wheel over my body. I love how it feels over my skin, however it does certainly get the nerves responding. I flinch this way and that as he runs the spiky wheel over my flesh.
He had me sit up and he commented on how silly the snake bite suckers looked. He flicked them some more and took the crop to my inner thighs a little. He removed the suckers and had me lay down again, this time he ran the Wartenburg wheel over sensitive bits like my clit, labia and nipples. Ouch! It truly hurt at those moments, but he didn’t linger. He did run the wheel over those bits repeatedly.
He had me get on hands and knees, and he propped the magic wand against my clit. He warned me not to move or let the magic wand move. Then he gave me more wheel, this time running up and down my back which made me shiver. And running it across my asshole was painful! He tormented me as the magic wand did its thing. I reached back a couple of times to re-situate the wand, and he let me do this.
I was approaching orgasm when I felt him clean off my right ass cheek with an alcohol swab. I knew what was coming and the tension building – both the orgasmic tension and the nerves that come before being pierced – made my body super sensitive. He pierced my ass, slapped the needle once it was in my skin and I rode out the endorphin rush as the magic wand buzzed away at my clit. The mixture of pain and pleasure was delightful (says this masochist). He pierced me again, alongside the other needle (as near as I can tell). Again, more endorpins.
He told me to come and as I did I squirted a gallon. I could feel the fluid rush over the head of the magic wand and down my thighs. It must have drenched MasterDoc’s hand as he held the wand to my clit.
I was a little disappointed that I didn’t manage to drool around the gag, that would have been hot. But I do like the breathing holes it has. But I shouldn’t complain one bit here, the whole scene was hot and I came. Oh yes, I came.
I haven’t blogged in over a week, not content that I’ve generated at least. I’ve been dealing with a particularly rough bout of premenstrual symptoms and haven’t felt like writing. MasterDoc gave me a therapeutic beating last Wednesday that helped in the short term, but ultimately I was having enough internal issues that it didn’t last. Funnily enough, yesterday he and I both – separately – hypothesized that I may have PMDD (premenstrual dysphoric disorder). Definitely something I will ask my gynecologist about next time. I have about a dozen of the symptoms.
Today the symptoms are starting to break, but even yesterday I was feeling anxious and irritable enough to be struggling with it. I didn’t sleep over MasterDoc’s due to the impending snow (and I am glad I went home last night!) but I did visit him for a few hours. We reconnected. He reassured me that yes, if I’m in emotional crisis like I had been last Friday night I did the right thing by getting in touch with him.
Since my mood was still unstable last night, MasterDoc declared I needed a beating and orgasms. And indeed they helped like they usually do. After he shook off the silly mood he was in, he had me lay down on the bed, face down and took the cane to my ass. The strikes focused my thoughts. I took the cane fairly well, but then he dribbled some melted wax on me. Yikes! It pooled slightly on my lower back and I kicked one leg up while trying to deal with the pain. The wax was particularly difficult to take last night. I seem to be out of practice. The caning continued and took me into subspace. I didn’t get wet like I often do but considering how not myself I felt that’s not entirely surprising. He used the little rubber flogger on me, the little ends gathering together to sting my ass.
He had me on hands and knees for some beating, and propped the magic wand against me but it kept slipping away from the perfect spot, so even though I had permission to come I couldn’t quite get there. I let MasterDoc know that it was sliding out of place, and he took over, pressing it against my clit, making me come. He took out a toy that we haven’t really used yet: snake bite suckers. The set comes with two larger ones and one thinner sucker that’s just right for the clitoris. Thankfully he only put the larger two on my nipples. As my tits hung down he commented on how they resembled udders. He flicked them with his fingers which hurt. He has decided he really likes them, and as I can wear them longer than nipple clamps he plans to have me walking around the swing club with them on. He had me kneel up, and he tormented my nipples some more.
He had me lay on my back to be fucked so he could continue to play with the nipple suckers. He tweaked them, fucked me, slapped my face. I went from zero to sixty in about two seconds. He told me I could come at will and I came, but then I came even harder as he gently but firmly applied pressure to my throat for the first time. Previously I had been afraid of even the hint of breathplay as I’m asthmatic (and have experienced not being able to breathe. Not really fun.) but I had put in my wishing box that I was curious to try a little bit with him, since I trust MasterDoc to know what he’s doing (and to know what to do in case of an emergency). He pressed a bit harder than I had expected, grabbing my collar close against my throat. For a second, I wasn’t sure if I was scared of this…. but then I came, harder than I had to this point. I was amazed by how hard I came.
I was very, very happy and calm after that.
He next had me suck his cock, and he worked in yet another wish from my wishing box: grabbing my head and choking me on his cock a few times. I find that I don’t gag as badly as I initially thought and I really like that he’s got his cock shoved down my throat and his hand firmly on my head as the thrusts his hips upward. His cock gets extra slick with my saliva which makes it even easier than usual to suck. He had me rub his wet cock over my face and I did as I was told. (Of course.)
His cock hard again, he debated fucking my ass or fucking my cunt again. He eventually opted for my cunt and got me on hands and knees. He said I had been a good girl and gave me the magic wand to use on myself. He started off slowly, teasing. He’d then fuck me harder for a moment. I kept the wand pressed against my clit but he told me not to come until I asked permission. He wanted me to take my time so he could fuck me as long as he liked. I was moaning like crazy, feeling amazing even though I was holding back from orgasm. I almost didn’t want it to end. I wish I had a recording of my moaning and babbling at that point. Out of nowhere, he told me to come. And I came as he fucked me some more. When his cock was pushed out he slapped my cunt to keep me coming and I sprayed come all over my hand, the throe, and the magic wand.
I was in a wondrous daze after that orgasm. It was hard to find somewhere to lay down since there was a big puddle, but I sat against the wall, legs splayed. Despite using the menstrual cup, there was a smudge of blood on my leg (and the come that came out of me was tinted pink due to some menstrual content.) My hands felt like they were buzzing, and it took me a moment to realize this was from holding the magic wand to my clit for a while. I felt positively amazing. If they could make that feeling into a pill form I think I’d become addicted. Oh yes.
After I cleaned up, we sat in the living room and he put on the basketball game. He had me grab pillows so I could sit on the floor at his feet – another thing I had requested in my wishing box. I happily played with my new smart phone while I sat on the floor between his legs. Occasionally I’d hug his thigh and kiss it. And other times he’d smack me playfully with his hard cock. It was an evening I sorely needed after the emotional upheaval of this month’s cycle.
Work has been stressful lately, which sounds ridiculous since it’s a public library and not a highly competitive corporation. But mismanagement will create stress no matter where it occurs.
Thankfully, I have MasterDoc to torment me and make me forget about my stresses.
On Monday he blindfolded me. Just prior to this, he had me gather my collar, the Acuvibe mini, condoms and lube. He gathered the candle for waxing, nipple clamps and clothespins.
Unfortunately my good Liberator blindfold was missing (found it later though), but I behaved and kept my eyes closed beneath the so-so blindfold we did have handy. So when he started dripping hot wax on my tummy, it came as quite a shock. I could tell that it was just a little ways off from my scar from the laparascopy in October since that’s a little more sensitive than it used to be. He dripped wax on my thighs and it felt like he was holding the candle quite near – which those of you in the know realize makes the wax hotter when it hits your skin, rather than giving it a second to cool slightly. I’d cry out, flinch but try to regain control of myself as soon as possible.
He had me turn over onto all fours, and dripped some wax on my back, all along the length of it. I felt him sit on the bed next to me, and he grasped my nipples roughly between thumb and forefinger. He put clothespins on my nipples and they pinched something awful. He flicked my nipples repeatedly. And this pain made me feel like my cunt was on fire. It hurt but it turned me on like crazy. He poured more wax on my back and took the vibrator to my clit. I humped the Acuvibe as best I could, moaning.
He had me turn over, clothespins still on. He flicked my nipples some more, poured more wax on me. He removed the clothespins and gave me the Acuvibe to use on myself. I reached down and spread the wetness seeping from my hole all over my pussy and used the vibe on my now lubricated clit. He sadistically poured hot wax on my sensitive nipples. The vibe was running down a bit but I kept rubbing it against my clit, slowly approaching orgasm. I heard him gather more stuff from our dresser filled with toys. He lubed me up with the tingling lube and I felt a hard, cold dildo pressing against my cunt. I couldn’t tell if it was a glass dildo – something I assumed it was until I later found out that it was my acrylic dildo. He slowly fucked me with it, working me up. Then came faster fucking and even faster fucking. He told me to come and I came hard, long, and over and over. I sound like I’m straining when I come these days. I tense up my neck and shoulders a lot and lift my head off the pillow. He forced me to come over and over, despite not being able to breathe, until I was totally satiated.
After this, all the stress had drained away from me. I was at peace. Being under his control is better than medication. He plays my body like a virtuoso plays the violin. I get to see him this weekend and I can’t wait!
I put 5 items into the Wishing Box the other day, and it seems like MasterDoc read them after I had gone to bed last night. Rowr. I wonder if this will turn into a case of “be careful what you wish for!”
- I’d like some more play with nipple clamps
- I want to be hypnotized to not clench my (vaginal) muscles as I come – to still be able to come but not clench
-I’d like to be made to wear a butt plug around the house and maybe out too
- I’d like to wear my wrist and ankle cuffs sometimes and be bound by them
-I’d like to be gagged on your cock sometimes
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Tonight is the New York Sex Blogger Calendar Party! Whoo hoo! I’ve been waiting months for this. I’m feeling awfully socially awkward and anxious the past day or so, hopefully I will manage to move past that at the party tonight and get to enjoy meeting so many other bloggers. I have a good idea about who is going to be there, but certainly leave me a comment if I may not know you’ll be there. MasterDoc and I will both be around.
When MasterDoc wakes up I need to work out how we’re getting there (car? subway?), and are we bringing the sybian (the attachments are on loan and this would necessitate us getting them before the party)?
It’s so hard being shy. I’m excited and looking forward to the party but I’m also feeling anxious. I’m definitely in a homebody phase just now.
I keep intending to write out a sexual fantasy of things I’d like to do but perhaps we haven’t done or haven’t done often. But today I find myself thinking more about short scenes – just impressions of what’s going on rather than full-fledged stories.
I imagine being a slave for an evening. Being made to sit on the floor and having my body used at any and all times. I imagine being collared the whole time and quiet. Perhaps Sir would have a party, and I’d serve the guests who would be free to grope me. I’d be the main source of entertainment for the evening. I’d have to dress in a very revealing, sexy outfit that kept my breasts and pussy available at all times. I would get used by male and female guests alike. I would have to get his permission for any and everything – using the bathroom, having something to eat, sitting down.
I imagine having to wear a butt plug around the house. He’d lube it up, slide it in and I’d pull my panties up (to hold it in). I would be keenly aware of being filled up at all times. Maybe he’d put it in just before we leave to go to a club – and I would have to wear it en-route.
I imagine being in bondage – such that I cannot defend myself. Perhaps my wrists would be cuffed together – either behind my back or in front of me. And my ankles would be cuffed together as well. A gag would complete the look. He’d be able to touch me any way he wanted, and he’d tease me with his touch. I’d be aware of how helpless I am at that point in time. Perhaps he’d uncuff my ankles if I needed to get up, but keep my arms bound. He’d enjoy watching me struggle to move while bound. He’d force me to come over and over until I either begged him to stop or passed out. Maybe he’d use the dreaded clover clamps on my nipples when I can’t possibly take them off myself. He’d shove his cock in my mouth and make me suck him.
I imagine him hypnotizing me. Taking me on a sexual journey completely in my head. I imagine him putting me in a trance and planting the suggestion that I will come on cue without any contact. I imagine him having sex with me while I’m in a trance state.
I imagine him shoving his cock down my throat so that I choke on it. He keeps fucking my mouth making me gag and the saliva runs down my chin. Eventually, he comes in my mouth and I have to show it to him before I can swallow. At another time, he comes in my ass.
I imagine us doing a scene where I pretend to be innocent and not willing. It would be so hot to be forced to suck his cock, or have him forcefully undress me then molest me. I want to struggle a bit. I want him to slap my face. I want him to make me submit.
I imagine he’d gag me so that I couldn’t be too loud, and then he’d give me several sharp smacks with the cane, so that I’m left with angry red welts on my ass.
I imagine he takes a knife (fairly dull) and runs it along my body. Turning me on by making me nervous and reminding me of how much control he has. I hold very, very still as he runs it near delicate areas like my neck and my cunt.
I imagine he pierces up and down my back. We take pictures. He fucks me hard as I enjoy the endorphin rush afterward.
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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