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Reconnecting

Published on January 17, 2012 in anxiety, bdsm, blow jobs, bondage, D/s, emotions, exhibitionism, forced orgasm, happy, kink, masochism, mental illness, orgasm on command, piss play, restraints, sadism, sex, submissive, trauma, trust and Uncategorized. 0 Comments

It’s funny how after a period of time when I’ve felt disconnected or out of sync with MasterDoc, I find myself wanting him to assert his dominance during sex more than ever. There’s been a few times lately when I haven’t felt able to handle some things we’ve done. These are things that I’ve done in the past with no problem, but I’m going through a lot of sturm und drang as I acclimate to a new depression medication. (Several years on prozac and the damn drug seemed to stop working. I realize that happens frequently.) There was a time he decided to piss on me, and unlike my usual reaction of distaste but thinking his control over me is hot, I freaked out a little. I was downright belligerent even though my collar was on. I declined to use my vibe to come and just begged him to get it over with. I could see that I wasn’t in a mental state to handle it. In the end, I felt a little traumatized. (Meanwhile, he opted to piss on my ass as a way to soften the experience since he saw I was in distress.) Thankfully a good heart-to-heart talk later and I felt better. Gentlemen (Dominants in particular), saying you’re sorry after you’ve inadvertently and unintentionally freaked out your sub/lover is not a sign of weakness. It is a sign that you’re a decent human being who wants the pain and the anxiety connected with bdsm to be pleasurable for you both. (Or, at minimum, not traumatic.) A simple, “I’m sorry,” even though you haven’t done anything wrong per se, is the most amazing balm.

There were a couple of other times where, in the midst of our usual amazing sex, he said or did something that didn’t quite affect me in the usual way due to whatever mental state I was in. I think a large part of this is how I’ve reacted to the new medication. I find myself feeling very much NOT an exhibitionist. (Uh, like, hello where did Nadia go?!) I find myself not wanting strange guys to grope me. Things that I used to love I’m not into suddenly. I’m also very inclined to withdraw both physically and emotionally from many things. I am loath to leave the apartment these days. I have done an extraordinary job of the lesbian sheep dance – above and beyond my usual. (I’m still seeing the elegant, sexy, Mexican lady I started seeing late last year. We’ve finally made out – due to her making the first move!! And I’m the one with experience with women. Oy. Words can’t describe how frustrated I am with my fucked up self right now.) While I’m still kinky as anything, I’m much more one-on-one than I used to be. Granted, I think I’ve been moving in that direction for a while, but there’s still a part of me that wants to be an exhibitionist. I can feel it still in there. Just not right now.

I appreciate the fact that I can talk so openly about what’s going on with MasterDoc. He’s quite analytical, so I can discuss my being unsure what’s a true feeling of mine and what’s colored by adjusting to a new drug’s action on me. He’s calm and can take criticism. He wants me to talk to him. If it wasn’t for him asking me a few times, “Is there anything you want to discuss?” I wouldn’t have opened up.

After our talk, we reconnected with sex, and I felt myself wanting more than anything to melt into subspace and have him show his dominance over me. I found myself thinking about the fact that he still hasn’t pissed in my ass (something he’s threatened to do and I’ve dreaded). It wasn’t that him pissing on me was a wonderful thing, it’s that he has the control over me to make me want to do dirty and disgusting things to please him. While not everyone feels this way, I find it exquisite to be under someone’s control like that. Not just anyone’s control, but this man who I’ve served for about four and a half years now, who has proven himself to be someone I can truly look up to, but also someone who’s human. There are times he aggravates me (rest assured I aggravate him often too) and I disagree with him, but I respect that he’s a highly intelligent man capable of introspection. He’s an interesting person because he has a mean streak – and when I’m in subspace that’s a fabulous thing – but also a great desire to take care of those he loves. There’s tenderness, but also sometimes a picky critic.

And then there’s the lover who knows my buttons so well. He can still make me come from just grabbing my hair and saying something dominant to me. *fans self*

There was a moment last night when he told me to put his cock head against the inside of my cheek so he could slap my face and feel it through my cheek. This was after some deep throating, which I’m getting better at doing. I can hold it longer without gagging. Although, I think I would like to have one of those porny blow jobs where I’m on my knees and he’s fucking my face while standing up, the drool running down my chin.

I found myself craving to please him but I also admonished myself not to get upset over not being perfect. That’s an unattainable goal and giving myself angst over it will only cause grief. But I love the moments when I’m in subspace and absolutely worship him. While it sometimes sounds like submissives are in a constant state of worshipping their dominants I think that a healthy relationship also requires being able to see your dominant as a human with foibles. Dominants can’t be perfect any more than submissives can.

The main attraction of last night was him restraining my wrists to his bed frame and then fucking the living daylights out of me. I have long been a fan of some restraint during sex. It makes me feel that more vulnerable to him, which sets me off even more. I think my brain was scrambled by the end, but happily so.

I’ve been working on being more vocal – not in the way of sounds (I am quite a moaner and screamer) but in the way of saying hot things. Begging for his cock. Telling him I crave his cock up my ass in that moment.

Half-Assed Blog Post

Published on December 29, 2011 in D/s, edge play, happy, humiliation play, kink, musings, needle play, piss play, random thoughts, sadism, submissive and Uncategorized. 0 Comments

Beginning of blog entry #1. Around 12/9/11. Just a few jotted notes.

I wasn’t feeling horny when Shane was over. getting lots of cuddles. helping him a little as he jerked off.

sex next night with md. sucking his cock. him reaching around to get it wet and lubed. having me get on top to fuck. pushing myself close to the edge of orgasm, and for once really and truly reaching the point where i couldn’t stop myself from coming.

md would keep thrusting now and then, joking about Nadia the fucktoy who he could make come at his whim.

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Yup, never fleshed this out.

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Beginning of blog entry #2. Around 12/22/11.

I have been a bad blogger again. Enjoying fun things without taking the time to write about them. Life just seems so busy lately. It’s not the holidays so much as working full time, doing stuff around the apartment, seeing Shane, having a second date with the pretty lady (where I did the lesbian sheep dance once again! Baa!) and other assorted things.

And yes, I’ve been having a fair amount of sex.

Shane was over last night, and as we watched a show with DeeDee in the living room, he started getting me worked up. He played with my clit and strangely I felt self-conscious. I could not come. I felt like it was tacky to do around DeeDee while she was watching something. I know personally I don’t want my relaxation time (she’s been sick this week) interrupted by someone crying out in orgasm. Hearing it through a closed door isn’t bad. I did manage to convince him to head to the bedroom.

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Yup, more writing that was totally not fleshed out or completed.

Another notable night was a few days ago when MasterDoc had me kneel in the tub. As he prepped a spot on my upper breast with alcohol, he told me I could come either when I felt the needle go in my skin or I felt his piss on my body. I cringed.

I couldn’t come with the needle. It hurt too much for the first 30 seconds or so. But I kept playing with my clit as he continued to tell me to come. Eventually I came, terribly humiliated at coming as he pissed on me and went on about how I’m his dirty piss slut.

I have such a love/hate relationship with humiliation play. I find myself wishing MasterDoc would push me more and make me do things I find disgusting. But of course I also wish that it never happens. I don’t want to ask for him to do things he’s talked about having me do, because I DO find them gross. But on the other hand I’ve been trying to revel in being his dirty whore as I know he’s into that (and don’t worry folks, I’m into it too or I wouldn’t consider doing it). Whenever we see ass-to-mouth in porn I cringe. But he would love to do that to me. I asked him why the other night and he said, “Because it’s dirty and disgusting.” I keep trying to reassure myself that while it’s gross, it’s not harmful. (MasterDoc has explained that since the cock has been in your ass you’re not encountering any foreign bacteria and such.)

I’ve been trying to get better about calling him Sir. I was slacking off something terrible. I feel like our dynamic needs to be reinforced a bit more. I like that we can be casual with each other, but it can’t come at the cost of losing respect.

Last night I described him as a Sour Patch Kid. *grin* He starts out tart but ends up sweet. (Or, often, the other way around.) I love that he has both sides to him.

But, my friends, I promise a blog post tomorrow as I already have my part in Mia Martina’s “A Year of Sex” virtual book tour written and scheduled. See you then.

Trying New Things

Published on November 8, 2011 in anxiety, bdsm, cunt, D/s, edge play, kink, masochism, piss play, porn, sadism, sex and Uncategorized. 0 Comments

I think that maybe providing a play-by-play narrative of our sexual encounters has gotten old. (For me at least!) But there’s usually some tidbit that is interesting or something I can expound upon. Despite over four years of kinky stuff, we still find new things to do!

Last night he used Icy Hot on my pussy for the first time. I had been feeling a little left out since he tried it on other ladies months ago. I think ultimately I liked it, but certainly there were moments when my cunt felt like it was on fire. The heat and pain would fluctuate. MasterDoc got ice cubes to cool it down, but for me cold is more painful than hot. I’d rather have the fiery labia than the sharp shock of cold on them.

He started off with some on my nipples; the sensation there was minimal. He threatened to pull back the clitoral hood and slap some right on to my clit, but it was initially a fake out and he rubbed some in to my labia.

It tingles, then it flares up. He applied more a little later and I paid attention to the ever changing sensations, trying to decide if I liked it or not. At times, it felt so inflamed that I imagined my labia to be greatly swollen. I suppose the thing that made me decide I ultimately liked the sensation was when he fucked me. My pussy was extra sensitive – on the outside. MasterDoc was careful not to get more than an incidental amount of Icy Hot inside. (Thank you, Sir!)

It’s funny, because while I can say that my sensitivity was heightened, I don’t know if I could quantify my orgasms as “better than” so much as “also fabulous.” I’m so damn lucky that I can be blase about the orgasms I have. I wish all the women reading this could have the same orgasms I do. You all deserve it.

The night before he did a wee bit of breath play while getting me warmed up. I tried to go with it as he pressed his hand against my throat slowing the flow of blood to my brain. But just as things started to get fuzzy I panicked. He released my throat. He knows that I have anxiety around not being able to breathe, and while it’s intriguing to think of him having such control over me as to make me pass out, I think odds are I’ll panic whenever close.

A good Dom will understand their sub’s anxieties and work around them or work on improving them. Traumatizing me would not have a positive end result, but gradually working towards something he wants me able to handle could ultimately lead me into new experiences.

Alas, I still hate the idea of piss play. I don’t find it hot. He called me into his room yesterday to see a video that Blondie had done in her porn days which included a lot of piss. Ugh. I lucked out when the streaming video froze on his computer. I didn’t want to have to watch all 30 minutes of it.

But again, while I hate it, there is something hot about being made to do it. There’s also a lot of grossness to being made to do it! Thankfully, he doesn’t do the piss play thing often.

Perving Time, Dear Readers

Published on July 28, 2011 in bdsm, D/s, embarrassment, emotions, forced orgasm, happy, humiliation play, kink, masochism, masturbation, orgasm denial, orgasm on command, piss play, sadism, sex, sex toys, submissive, trust and Uncategorized. 0 Comments

Finally, I’m going to write about hot sex! Get your lube and sex toys ready because this could be quite enjoyable. If you’re a perv, that is.

It’s funny how in a long-term relationship things can ebb and flow a bit. For a short while (a matter of weeks really) I felt a bit like I wasn’t quite in sync with MasterDoc sexually. Granted, my “not quite in sync” is still far better sex than most people have. He seemed less domly in nature for a bit, these things happen, but last night he was in an appropriately dominant and nasty mood. And it was like we were never out of sync.

I have a wonderful Dom, he listens when I mention things. I’ve mentioned recently really wanting to be actively touched (I like touching him too, but something about his hands moving over my body is awesome) and he touched me a hell of a lot last night. We had been together on the bed for a short while before his touch was driving me crazy. “That’s it. Think yourself wet,” he said. I could feel my hips bucking as if they were trying to reach for the nearest cock.

He’d stroke my face. He stroked my arms. And soon I was twitching uncontrollably. I can’t recall if he made me come with just words and non-genital touching, or if he decided to fuck me first.

He fucked me on my back, a position that we’ve come to really enjoy now that we’ve both lost some weight. He didn’t put it in right away, he had to tease me by rubbing his cock up and down my pussy. I was so close to verbally begging for his cock. I was already begging for it with my body language. He seemed to tease me much longer than usual. I wanted him so badly! Finally he fucked me, and I was well off on the journey to an orgasm. I tried to be good and hold off coming, but he kept pushing me, fucking me harder. I held out for a while (because, honestly it feels good to linger on the edge for a while), but he pushed me to the point where I couldn’t stop it. He seems to push me a lot lately with orgasms. Him exhausting me by forcing me to orgasm for long periods of time is becoming de rigeur. No, I am not complaining one bit.

I can’t recall if he slapped my face then, but at some point in the evening he slapped my face as I came. Him exerting power over me made me come even harder. I do know that at that point he grabbed onto and cradled my neck as my upper body moved forward during orgasm. It was an amazing feeling to clutch his bicep as that arm held me, him holding me to his chest so that my nose was buried in his chest hair and body scent. It felt like he was so strong and I was so taken care of, and taken over. His cock has been remaining hard lately even against my contracting vaginal muscles. So I get to feel his big cock sliding in and out of me while I come, not just leading up to it. I swear, my head will explode from this one of these days.

We took a break. He told me I could take my collar off, but I asked to keep it on. I was enjoying subspace and wanted to stay there. He let me keep it on, and somehow I managed to slip in a slightly sarcastic joke about how hard MasterDoc’s life is – i.e., He’ll manage somehow as I be subservient and helpful to him.

He watched some of the Yankee game as we both got ourselves desserts. (Yes, Doms can do things for themselves.) After a bit, he asked if I wanted more sex or not. “I’d like more, but I could be just as happy if we didn’t.”

He then gave me the two options of “no more sex tonight” or “I’ll piss on you and then take you into the bedroom and fuck you.” He was a little surprised that I chose the latter. The whole pee thing is such a mixed bunch of emotions for me. I hate the act, it’s terribly humiliating even if it’s just him and I in the bathroom. But I need him to sometimes make me do things he likes and I hate, because in the making me do it, I feel so submissive. The things we do put me into different headspace. It may seem like torture to a regular person, but for me it makes chemicals in my brain do amazing things. I can get such calm, and an almost meditative state from it. And there is a part of me, which despite my laziness and inclination towards egalitarianism outside of D/s, likes to take care of him. To fawn over him a bit. I stood over his bath last night before we fooled around, constantly adjusting the temperature so it would be just how he likes it. I told him I felt like an English butler. And there certainly is overlap in the duties of a submissive and a butler.

But the poor butler doesn’t get fucked to wild orgasms.

Back to our evening. MasterDoc was drinking water and hoping he’d be able to pee soon. I took that time to play games on my phone and generally distract myself from what was going to happen. He lamented, “The tribulations of a Dom! I’m planning to pee on you but then my cock gets hard thinking about it and I can’t pee with a hard cock!” (His life is so rough, I know.) He took me into the bedroom first and fucked me. I was thrilled about that. I love his cock! Plus a part of me hoped it would help him forget the whole peeing on me thing. Needless to say, I came a whole bunch again. He really worked at getting me highly aroused.

After some recovery from the coming – seriously folks, my body was tired - he ordered me into the bathroom. Urgh. I put on the knee pads and sat on the toilet lid waiting for him. I felt like it was diabolically ingenious for him to send me there to wait so I could stare at the tub and know what was going to be done to me shortly in there.

When he came in, he explained that this is the way it would work for the evening – he had put a condom on, he planned to piss in it and rub it against me, and I knew instinctively that he would pour it on me eventually. Or perhaps he mentioned it, I’m not sure. I burned with embarrassment. Just the idea of the humiliation of him rubbing his piss filled condom on me made me turn my head to the wall, quite involuntarily. I felt honest to goodness humiliation. I switched on my siri vibe when he told me to, and started playing with myself.

He started pissing and I closed my eyes as I often do, but he ordered me to look at the condom as he filled it. He rubbed it on my tits, and told me to suck on the condom a bit. Again, more humiliation, plus some disgust. I could smell the piss through the condom and made sure not to suck too hard on it lest it break.

And I suppose the most humiliating thing was the fact that with the help of my vibe (and being highly aroused already from the sex we had) I came when he told me to, and he laughed a bit as I continued to burn with humiliation while coming. He poured the contents of the condom over my breasts. I think he may have pissed directly on me too, but I was too deep in subspace to quite know what was going on.

Immediately after, I felt like a hungover person suddenly opening their eyes to find the aftermath of the party they had last night. You look around, feel confused about where you are for a moment, then things start to come into focus. Aftercare was definitely in order, but there was the little matter of being covered in piss. I showered off, and he met me in the bedroom.

Cuddling led to more orgasms. His touch feels amazing to me. He can make me come so easily. It really is astounding. I feel almost like it’s a magic trick we do. “Abra-cadabra! Watch this lady orgasm from my hand resting on her shoulder!” At some point he said, “I think you’ve had enough young lady,” as I was clearly getting aroused yet again. But I explained him that, indeed, I had had plenty of orgasms and I was just enjoying how wonderful it felt for him to touch me. Reaching an orgasm from it wasn’t the goal, even if I was twitching like I do on the way there.

Pain, Piss and Fucking

Published on May 8, 2011 in anal, bdsm, cunnilingus, D/s, dom, edge play, embarrassment, forced orgasm, humiliation play, kink, masochism, masturbation, nipple clamps, orgasm on command, piss play, porn, prostate massage, sadism, sex, sex toys, shio, slut, squirting, submissive and Uncategorized. 0 Comments

There was more pain when we played on Saturday than he’s given me in a while. I think for the most part I was in need of a good rough bit of play. He placed the clover clamps on my nipples. I had to breathe deeply to ride through the pain. In the past, he would have taken them off much sooner, but this time he played with them a bit. The clamps bite into the nipple despite the rubber tips on them. They leave a deep impression. I was just getting used to the pain (as much as I could anyway) when he touched them. The pain surged again. I was surprised how long he kept them on me considering the look of pain that must have been on my face pretty much the whole time. He kissed between my breasts, which put a bit of pressure on the clamps. The pain was intense.

When he removed them it hurt even worse for a moment. Next he used the clamps on my labia. I got nervous when it seemed like he was playing with my inner labia, but I didn’t think he’d put the clamps on there. He did and I screamed. It hurt so much! Thankfully he removed it, and then moved to outer labia. This was still really painful. He went down on me between the clamps and it was hard to enjoy the feel of his tongue amidst all the pain. He took the clamps off (again that intense pain when the blood rushes back) and made me come with his tongue and fingers. Of course, after the orgasm all the suffering from just moments before was forgotten.

He stood up, and I wondered what he was going to do next. He must have needed to urinate because moments later he instructed me to meet him in the bathroom, and bring my vibe. I truly don’t like when he pees on me. I dread it. I brought my siri along but didn’t want to get turned on, you know? He had me kneel in the tub (knee pads on) and started talking up what he was going to do. It is so hard to listen to. He told me to me ask for it. I struggled, made jokes and even begged him not to make me ask for it. I had gotten myself worked up with the toy on my clit by now, and so I relented and asked him to pee on me so I could come. He pissed on me and I came and I hate that I came. I felt the warm liquid run down my body and the acrid smell hit my nose. I looked away. I closed my eyes so I don’t have to see it. But I came with his piss running down my hands.

He left me to wash off, saying that he would fuck me when I got back to the bedroom. I rinsed off, then grabbed the bath pouf for a little scrub when I didn’t feel clean enough. I dried off, and grabbed a throw blanket when I got back to the bedroom as I was cold. He snuggled me for a bit while we watched porn. (More PublicDisgrace.com.) He pushed his knee into my cunt from behind me. This was hot but I couldn’t come from it. I wished he would talk dirty to me again. He did just minutes before, asking what he was going to do with “his body” (i.e., me. Swoon.). He talked about making me just a piece of meat. Fuck, I like that talk, I really do.

He fucked me from behind, making me come over and over. And over. And over. And did I mention over? I had just gone limp from coming as his cock plugged away at me. At the end of a long, satisfying fuck, he pulled out and slapped my cunt, making me squirt all over.

As I lay down to recover, he put his wet hand in my mouth and probed a bit with his squirt-soaked hands. The fingers in the mouth thing is a recent suggestion from me. It makes me feel even more like I’m his slut to do with as he wishes. He can probe into any orifice he chooses to.

We took a break. During the break, he talked about working his new favorite toy in his ass (the Duke) and fucking me from on top with it in. I worked it in slowly as he watched hot, nasty porn. I got him really hot. I loved watching his face. He asked me a one point if I’d be ok if he just came. I said yes, and while I would have enjoyed another fuck I meant it. He said, “Good but I think I’ll fuck you anyway.” I kept working the toy in his ass and it became apparent he felt too good to stop. We kept going until he came all over his belly. He was relieved to see me smiling at the end. I had come enough for the day. It was time to make him feel good.

A funny aside: as we played after I had cleaned up the piss, I kept thinking I smelled piss every so often. I figured it must have been just psychological until I realized – I focused on cleaning my body off, but his piss ran over my hands too earlier. I didn’t adequately wash my hands and they smelled like piss. Ugh. I went and washed my hands at the first suitable break in the action.

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Published on April 11, 2011 in bdsm, blow jobs, D/s, humiliation play, kink, masturbation, orgasm denial, orgasm on command, piss play, porn, prostate massage, sex, shio, squirting, submissive and Uncategorized. 0 Comments

I’ve been having a great time with MasterDoc this weekend. I’ve gotten a lot of hot sex. Both Friday and Saturday night had sexytime in them, and this even though MasterDoc wasn’t initially planning on sex on Friday.

I remember the details of Saturday more clearly (as I start writing this it’s Sunday afternoon). He grabbed at me like I was a piece of meat, reaching over to grasp a buttock with one hand and roll me onto my stomach. As a submissive, I get very hot when he seems to be using my body just as he likes. The porn we had watched the night before included a submissive telling a guy to “Please use my hole to make yourself come!” over and over. I considered speaking that a few times on Friday and Saturday nights.

He continued to grope me like I was a piece of meat, and then turned over onto his back. He told me to get over there and suck his cock, which I did. He choked me on it a few times, long enough that I wondered if I was going to pass out. While there’s a bit of fear involved in that, there’s also a great thrill. I got his cock super hard and he told me that I “suck a mean dick.”

He wanted me on my knees to fuck, and I was pleasantly rather wet already. Usually we use some lube for sex, but I started out with just enough natural lubrication for him to fuck me. He pounded me for quite a while – the difference between sex now and sex when he was heavier, not exercising regularly and not getting testosterone supplements is tremendous. The man is 18 years my senior, and lately he exhausts me! (And keep in mind the sex was pretty damn amazing from the start of our relationship.) I gripped the top of the sheets so hard with my hands. He fucked me until I couldn’t hold back and I came tons. I’ve gotten better at not pushing his cock out of my pussy during orgasm (although it does still happen sometimes) and having him shove that hard dick in my pussy while I came felt amazing. The sheet grasping continued, my elbows started to hurt. After I had come a few times without a direct order, he told me to come and I had a relatively short orgasm. I was already worn out from a few minutes worth of coming.

As we lay down after, my shoulders ached from a combination of exercise earlier in the day and the tensing of my body during orgasm after orgasm. I had to rest. He told me I need to get in better shape! (I am already in much better shape than I was before we started all this lifestyle changing so we can be healthier. But I recently started adding a weight to some arm exercises I do. For now, these exhaust my arm muscles.)

I rested for what must have been several minutes. He played with his cock and I got turned on watching. He wanted me to get on top for a fuck, but I was too tired in my muscles to manage that. (Sad but true!) I stroked his body, pressed up against him and did whatever I could to make him feel good and turned on. I spread my legs and started playing with my pussy. He smiled when he saw that. He asked again if I was sure I was too tired to fuck and I was. I pointed out that masturbating together is pretty hot too. He grabbed my hair and soon made me come again as I stroked my swollen clit. I squirted and had to roll myself towards him during orgasm to make sure I didn’t squirt on the bed (but instead made it on the throe). He talked about maybe having me massage his prostate and help him come. Then he realized that with a threesome planned for Sunday afternoon, he was better off not coming on Saturday night. (Plus I had helped him come the night before.) His cock doesn’t always want to cooperate the day after he’s come, so if he knows he has some serious debauchery coming up that abstaining from orgasm is helpful. I have to say this makes me glad to be a woman, especially one with a nearly infinite capacity for orgasm.

We lay in bed for a while. I was ready for a break from sex (with hopes of getting more later) but wasn’t sure what MasterDoc wanted. He played with my pussy a bit, and then when he stopped I played with it myself. Turns out he was ready to stop with sex but I pointed out that his playing with my cunt got me worked up. He said that he would certainly help me come again, and I got excited for a moment. Then he got up and told me he needed to pee. Fuck! He was going to let me come as he peed on me.

I grabbed a vibe and hesitantly followed him to the bathroom. He ran the water in the tub to warm up the porcelain a little. After I was on my knees in the tub, I realized I should have brought the knee pads. I dreaded him peeing on me, but I used the vibe on my clit so I’d be ready to come. As usual, I was allowed to come when I felt his piss hit my body.

As he peed, and he seems to be able to pee for a LONG time, I came and kept pushing myself for more orgasms because while coming I was distracted from the fact that he was pissing on me! I would feel deep humiliation every so often when I thought about what he was doing to me, and despite myself I thought that humiliation was hot. Still, despite the orgasms I was glad to rinse the piss off me. This time, as he left me to clean up he said he was available immediately for aftercare. I was glad he remembered.

I was so cold after the shower that I grabbed a comforter and got underneath when I made it back to the bedroom. MasterDoc cuddled me to help me warm up, and the aftercare was really helpful in bringing me down and enabling me to not feel overly bad about getting pissed on.

“I love you even though you piss on me,” I said.

“One of the many reasons I love you is because I can piss on you,” he said, smiling.

Ultimately, he had me give him a prostate massage without orgasm. Some prostatic fluid oozed its way out at the end. I hope all this massage helps keep his prostate good and healthy.

Busy Beaver, Part Two

Published on April 3, 2011 in anxiety, bdsm, bisexuality, blow jobs, bondage, cunt, D/s, edge play, fire cupping, humiliation play, kink, lesbian, masochism, needle play, orgasm on command, piss play, restraints, sadism, sex, sex toys, shio, slut, squirting, submissive, threesome and Uncategorized. 0 Comments

After work the next evening, Blondie was slated to come over to play with me and MasterDoc. The two of them had been hatching plans. She was curious to learn catheterization, and Doc, having training in such things, showed her how to do it – on my urethra.

They didn’t start with that, thankfully.

After dinner, they hid in the playroom to set up their diabolical plans. As I sat in the living room with DeeDee, she informed me that I’ve been having terrible abdominal pain, and that’s why I was there to see the “doctors.” Uhm hum. She then started teasing me, being an office manager Dom harassing me about my insurance not going through. It was pretty funny.

The doctors called me in to their examining room. After a brief consultation about the abdominal pains I didn’t know enough about to describe. (I think I’m terrible at medical role play.) I was told to get undressed, and I joked about keeping my socks on – after all, even the gynecologist lets me keep my socks on. I lay down on the bed, which had the Liberator wedge on it to tilt my pelvis up. The doctors started with some suction pump on my tits. It was uncomfortable but bearable. Then the lady doctor (Blondie, who in real life knows acupuncture) showed MasterDoc how to do fire cupping. This is a technique used in Chinese medicine. Glass “cups” (kinda shaped like round jars, with a lip) have a flame (alcohol-soaked cotton ball on fire) run around the inside of them and then the cups are promptly placed on the flesh – it forms a vacuum.

I soon had both nipples, my stomach, and my thighs being sucked uncomfortably into the cups. As the pressurized flesh turned purple, I was afraid of bruising. (The last time I had fire cupping done was for acupuncture, and it looked like I had been sucked on by an alien creature for about a week.) This morning there isn’t much in the way of marks. Blondie placed one of the big cups over my pussy and it sucked my labia in. It felt strange to me, Blondie likes the sensation. It didn’t bother me but it didn’t arouse me either.

They moved on to needles – acupuncture needles are easy to handle. MasterDoc wanted to use some of our regular hypodermic needles for play, but I was happy to just have the very thin acupuncture needles pressed into my flesh. The points on my ear hurt, but otherwise there was no problem. Blondie taught MasterDoc acupuncture needling. She also showed him how to put moxa on the ends of a few needles and then light it to add heat to them.

Chinese medical play finished, they got me laying over the wedge so my pelvis was tilted. Unfortunately I kept slipping down the shape and putting pressure on my poor neck. MasterDoc went to use a speculum to open me up. It hurt though, but I should put in an aside for new readers that back in 2005 I was assaulted by someone using a speculum on me in a sexual situation who then didn’t stop when I told them to. I was traumatized. I just can’t get into specula in a sexual situation. I can tolerate them at the gyno office, but last night it was more triggering. MasterDoc knows this part of my history (as does Blondie), so he of course didn’t pursue it when I said it hurt too much. He knows that he has enough experience inserting specula that it wasn’t his technique, it was my history that caused the pain and anxiety.

Writing about that just now felt more triggering than it did last night. MasterDoc handled the situation well and I was able to just move on. Next, came the catheterization. MasterDoc explained what he was doing while he was doing it. It was terribly uncomfortable (to me) to have that thing slide into my urethra. Once in place it was bearable, but I’m just not someone turned on by urethral stimulation (though others are). They drained my bladder into a cup. I can see how this is hot for some people, the control over a basic bodily function like that, but I haven’t as of yet gotten into it.

Over the course of the night it became clear that medical play mostly isn’t my thing, but since they were enjoying it, I was able to submit and let them have their fun. I knew something I’m into would come along sooner or later. Blondie picked up on how the medical play just doesn’t do it for me (for the most part). If I were to choose a role play scenario I’d probably choose something like the king and the serving girl, or the professor and naughty student. Or the slut and the random strangers who take her and ravish her. Or being kidnapped, bound and molested.

The magic wand got brought out at this point, and Blondie used it on my clit while MasterDoc fingered my pussy. They forced tons of orgasms out of me. Orgasms and squirt. Huzzah! See, I knew there would be something for me. We took a break after.

Blondie wanted to feel the fire cupping on her pussy too, so MasterDoc tried his hand at it. After a few failed attempts he got it to suction on to her pussy – pulling her labia out into this beautiful flower shape. We called DeeDee in to take a look, and I tried taking photos. The photos didn’t come out well though since the glass of the cup reflects too much light. Blondie liked how it felt and I used the magic wand vibrating on the cup attached to her pussy. She loved the feeling. After a while she agreed that it was probably best to release her swollen labia, and they remained swollen for the rest of the evening! It was something to behold.

MasterDoc made Blondie come, and I loved cuddling and caressing her upper body, enjoying the intimacy of being part of her orgasm. We got some cuddling in and I realized how much I had missed cuddling her.

Blondie did some rope bondage on me (something MasterDoc isn’t good at) and I loved the rope. She did a simple harness (not quite snug enough since I’m new to it and she didn’t want to have it too tight). MasterDoc grabbed me and kissed me while she worked on the harness. She also showed me how to do an easy tie to create a sort of spreader bar of rope between one’s ankles. It was very short (we don’t exactly have a good stash of rope around here). We tried getting me into position to fuck and unfortunately the ankles needed to be undone. But MasterDoc then fucked me from on top while I still wore the rope harness, and Blondie tortured my nipples during this. I got to come very hard again.

MasterDoc wandered off for a bit. Blondie and I cuddled and chatted. It was getting late and she planned to head home. MasterDoc, ever the gentleman, walked her to the subway.

I was very happy. And very satisfied. I’m feeling wiped out today from all my adventures.

The Week That Was

Published on March 25, 2011 in anal, bdsm, blow jobs, D/s, edge play, forced orgasm, humiliation play, kink, masturbation, orgasm denial, piss play, sadism, sex, submissive and Uncategorized. 0 Comments

Monday night: MasterDoc tells me to get in the bedroom so he can fuck me. I quip, “Oh that’s romantic!” But as I walked away, I realized that the lack of romance didn’t bother me one bit. In fact, I thought, MasterDoc being rough with me would probably get me turned on faster and better.

And indeed it did. He had me blow him and spent time forcing his cock down my throat. As I managed to pull away, the saliva dripped from my mouth. For some unknown reason having him control my breathing in that way (for when his cock is deep in my throat I can’t even manage to breathe through my nose) is a total turn on for me. After he finished violating my mouth, he grabbed me by the hair, and made me come without direct stimulation again, adding his thick fingers to my cunt as I came.

He toyed with the idea of pissing on me, and unfortunately this time he told me to get ready for it. I waited in the bathroom with my new knee pads on. As he stroked his cock by my face and I knelt in the tub, he wasn’t sure if he would come or piss. I hoped for the former. I played with a vibe on my clit while I waited to feel something wet on my body and could come. Alas, I could tell it was piss by the warm stream. I can handle being pissed on and can even manage an orgasm with my vibe. The humiliation is felt deeply, but I find it hot.

But then he ordered me to take his piss in my mouth. I did as I was told but this time the taste proved to be worse than the first time he pissed in my mouth. I thought I was going to hurl as he told me to suck on his still piss-wet cock. I hope I got brownie points for submitting even when it was difficult. As soon as he let me stop, I spit into the tub and went for water to rinse my mouth out. Yuck. In case you didn’t get the picture, it was yucky. I told him it was revolting. Before he started, he talked about having me swallow it, but as he didn’t put it as a direct order I didn’t. Like many other submissives, I keep my eye out for loopholes.

I was pretty grossed out. And unfortunately since I have to rinse off after, aftercare fell by the wayside. Later I felt out of sorts and realized it was the missing aftercare. MasterDoc was glad to give it to me.

I was totally drowsy, but when MasterDoc said he’d go fuck DeeDee instead, I found my second wind. I was craving fucking and we hadn’t gotten to that yet. (It had been days for me!) Thankfully, I managed to talk him into plowing me before I conked out.

The next afternoon I got more MasterDoc goodness. I declared that I was craving ass fucking lately. So after I sucked his cock for a bit, he warmed up my ass for the desired fucking. It was a lovely, long ass fucking. Considering my cervix has been sensitive lately having him up my ass was a great idea (no cervix to bump). It felt amazing. I felt like such a slut to love his cock up my ass. I wanted to come so badly. I held back and held back, moaning desperately. Then I remembered that while I can’t ask permission for orgasm when he’s fucking me, I can get pushed over the edge. (My begging tends to interrupt the flow. I have a hard time coming without explicit permission, but it’s nice that it’s an option when I’m really dying for it.) The orgasm came and went rather than being strong and consistent, but I had a fantastic time. I collapsed, exhausted.

He told me to get on top for a ride. My vagina was happy. I loved every second of it. He makes me come – over and over and over. I’m helpless to stop coming while he keeps touching me. The orgasm may subside a little, but he gets it to start up again even when I think I’m too tired to come again.

I’m fantastically lucky.

Public Play #267

Published on March 9, 2011 in bdsm, blow jobs, cunt, D/s, exhibitionism, humiliation play, kink, masturbation, orgasm on command, piss play, sex, sex parties, sex toys, shio, spanking, squirting, submissive and Uncategorized. 0 Comments

I’m feeling back to normal again – hooray! When the depression finally lifted, I realized that it was as if I could suddenly feel the happiness in my life again. The happiness wasn’t gone last week, I just wasn’t capable of feeling it for a while. It’s a tremendous relief to be able to appreciate my life again. Mental illness can be debilitating in its own way.

Since I was off Tuesday, MasterDoc and I went out to the swing club Monday night. DeeDee was going to join us (and it’s been a long time since the three of us have been out together) but she felt more like staying in. I would have been happy for her to join us, but goodness knows that I love time alone with MasterDoc too.

We did our usual surveying of the scene when we got to the club, and I think we got busy pretty quickly. A couple of guys followed us into the room with the king bed and asked about our case of toys. Apparently at least one of them had heard about MasterDoc. He’s becoming quite a legend at the swing club. MasterDoc took the opportunity to put on a show – he explained the various toys, and ceremoniously put my collar on my neck. He then slowly stroked my face. I closed my eyes, focusing on his touch, my body twitching with pleasure every now and then. He showed off the control he has over me, and I was thrilled to let myself slip into subspace.

MasterDoc had me suck his cock, and he gave a flashlight to one of the guys so he could put me in the spotlight. As I licked and sucked, MasterDoc ordered me around in his best domly voice. “Oh yeah, that’s it. Suck it bitch!” I was glad to be his slut. I like how he gets to show off his control over me in front of other men. In a way, being a submissive lets me be just as slutty and dirty as I want to be, because it appears that I’m not the one deciding what I do. Let me clarify, while MasterDoc determines what and when we do things in a scene, he wouldn’t make me do something I can’t handle or wouldn’t consent to anyway. He certainly pushes my limits and gets me to do some things I don’t initially think I can handle, but my submission is given willingly. If I didn’t want to be a dirty slut sucking his cock in public I wouldn’t be with him and be his sub. Being a sub lets me be dirty under the guise of being “forced” to do it.

I love how vocal he is in public – I get much more feedback and dirty talk when people are around and he wants to emphasize the good job I’m doing. After some serious cocksucking, he had me take my pants off and kneel facing away from everyone. He toyed with my cunt. He spanked my ass. All the while, he was highlighting how I react to his touch. He told the guys that he takes me to the edge of coming, and then holds me there. He demonstrated, explaining that he could make me come at any time. I worried that I wouldn’t come on command. I’ve been struggling lately with my arousal ebbing more than it used to. Holding myself on the edge is not as easy as it was. I find myself not ready to come sometimes when he tells me to.

Luckily, at that moment I could tell when he was going to have me come, and I relaxed and let my body get worked up as he talked up my arousal. I came hard as he fingered me, and after what must have been a good solid 30 seconds of coming, I squirted all over the bed. The guy still had the flashlight, so I’m sure whomever was around could see quite well.

We cuddled and relaxed, arcing our bodies around either side of the puddle I left. It took a while for the guys to get the hint that the show was over – for now. I think MasterDoc intended to get up and walk around, but I stroked his face as we leaned our heads together, and we both got worked up again. I was on my knees, ass in the air, MasterDoc was ready to fuck me when… a guy walked in with a slice of cake. MasterDoc got distracted. He got the guy to get him cake (and a fork when he forgot the first time), and he started eating it while using my ass as a table. I craved some cake myself, plus my knees were starting to bother me. I asked if I could get up and I was allowed. MasterDoc fed me the bits of cake he decided to give me. The guy jokingly commented on “hey, who’s the dom here?” as MasterDoc fed me, but I pointed out that indeed, his feeding me was a dominant act since he controlled the food.

I wanted more cake and so I begged like a puppy, hoping the cuteness would get me some more cake. (I panted, holding my hands up like front paws. I eyed the cake and whined a little.) He had me beg some more, and then let me have a little cake. He was suddenly inspired to put the empty plate on the bed, and have me lick it clean like a dog. It’s funny since there was an audience, but I had no problem doing it.

We later walked in on one of the regular ladies playing with a new toy she just got (the cake was for her birthday). She declared that hooking the small vibe’s tip into her clit hood ring felt so good. A crowd formed to watch her masturbating while two guys stroked her body. MasterDoc had me get out the flashlight. He held it in his mouth so it shone on her pussy while he massaged her thighs. (The other guys were fairly clueless as to how to touch a woman, but MasterDoc said the guy on her other leg followed his lead well.) I didn’t see her coming head-on as my back was bothering me so I sat down on the other end of the bed. But I enjoyed watching MasterDoc work his skills. The lady came and squirted. We left when she started playing with one of the guys who had been touching her.

At one point in the evening, MasterDoc suggested he could piss in my mouth right there in a public area. My eyes got so wide! I was clothed, and I fretted as to “what if I spilled any?” MasterDoc assured me he’d let the urine flow slowly. I was freaked out. He teased me, but ultimately didn’t make me drink his piss there. (I’ve never actually drank it. There was just the one time he pissed in my mouth but he let me have it just flow out. But I know him, he’s working up to it.)

We played some more in the so-called “exhibitionists’ room” (now partially obscured by gauzy drapes). MasterDoc made me come with my Soraya vibe. I took over fucking myself with it so I could press the little “arm” into my clit. MasterDoc seemed to like how I took over fucking myself and coming. There was a crowd watching and again a guy to hold the flashlight. MasterDoc got hard and decided to fuck me. I got on top for a ride. I was feeling tired but I did my best. I focused on him feeling good, plus he gave my ass a few hard spanks that were hard enough to distract me from building my arousal. Sadly, I had a hard time coming when he told me to. Being miles away from orgasm when commanded to do it is such a disappointing experience. But then we started up fucking again soon after, and I did my best to focus and get into it – and I came hard the next time he gave the command.

(The number in the title is totally random, in case you were wondering.)

Dark Fantasy

Published on January 15, 2011 in anal, bdsm, bisexuality, blow jobs, bondage, caning, consensual non-consent, cunnilingus, cunt, D/s, dom, edge play, exhibitionism, fantasy, gang bang, humiliation play, kink, masochism, masturbation, needle play, orgasm denial, orgasm on command, piss play, restraints, sadism, sex, sex toys, shio, slut, spanking, squirting, submissive and Uncategorized. 1 Comment

Depression is not helpful for a fun sex life, so I haven’t done anything much with MasterDoc in a few days. (Except for a therapeutic caning Tuesday night that really did seem to lift my mood.) But I’ve been thinking naughty things and figured I’d write a little fantasy. Note: I refer to MasterDoc both as Sir and MasterDoc in this story. The rest of the characters don’t have names.

I can hear people arriving from where I lay in the bedroom. I’m playing with my cunt because Sir has told me to get it ready. I have no idea who is coming into the apartment or what will happen, but I do as I’m told.

I’m fairly close to orgasm when Sir comes in. He gives me a talk, hands on either side of my face, and tells me that I’m not to let him down. I’m to be a good little cunt and do as he says. He leads me into the living room where there’s about three men and one woman. I vaguely know one or two but not the others. I’m naked, except for my collar, leather cuffs on each wrist and ankle, and a leash hanging from the D ring on my collar. Sir leads me into the center of the room with the leash.

He takes a seat in a chair, and motions for me to sit on the floor by his feet. I do so and he starts talking. “Here’s our submissive cunt for the evening. Remember, condoms are to be used for any vaginal or anal sex. You are free to fuck her or make her go down on you as you wish, but you must clear any pain play with me first.”

I don’t know whether to be excited or scared. I’m looked at like a piece of meat laid out for a pack of hungry animals. He sends me around to each of our guests and instructs me to nuzzle their crotches through their pants. I crawl up to where each sits and do as I’m told, catching a whiff of muskiness from each crotch.

After I’ve finished this, he says, “Come back here slut. It’s time we got you warmed up.” These words make me anticipate genital stimulation, but when he grabs the canes I realize that’s not what he had in mind.

My wrist cuffs are joined together in front of me by a carabiner – something too short for me to undo myself. He swats my ass with the canes as I kneel face down, ass up. I hold still when I can handle the sensation but flinch forward when it hurts. The crowd admonishes me to say still whenever I flinch and I do my best. When my ass is quite sore, MasterDoc has me kneel on the floor and take his cock out of his pants with my bound hands. I suck him hard, and when his cock is its full size he grabs hold of my hair tightly. One of the guests says, “Oh yeah, choke her on it!’

He forces my head down so that his cock is entirely in my mouth. I can feel my throat working as I struggle not to gag. I last several seconds, and then MasterDoc pulls my head away as globs of saliva run down my chin and form a string between his cock and my mouth. He does this several times until I’m breathless and a bit lightheaded. Sometimes he slaps my face when he’s pulled it off his cock. I can feel the hands of some of our guests start to grope my body. One hand checks out my wet cunt. Another squeezes a nipple.

I am thrust back down onto the floor but this time on my back. The woman grabs hold of my cuffs and holds my hands above my head. One of the men takes a cane to my thighs and cunt when MasterDoc hands it to him. I figure this was something pre-agreed upon. Thankfully, Sir had passed him the lightest cane we have.

Still, ugly red stripes start to form on my inner thighs. When he smacks my cunt with it I think I can’t possibly handle the pain. One of the men places a strip of duct tape across my mouth so my cries won’t disturb the neighbors. MasterDoc and one of the other men holds my legs apart so I can’t get away from the cane blows.

Just as the pain makes me cry, MasterDoc signals to stop. Our guests back off, and MasterDoc holds me on the floor for a little while, telling me what a good girl I am. I cry softly, but it’s a cathartic release rather than any sadness.

Dinner delivery arrives and I wonder if the delivery person can see me naked and limp on the floor in the living room. My wrists are undone and the tape removed from my mouth so I can get up and serve dinner. I set the table, fetch drinks for our guests. They take liberties in touching me as I move around the table serving. Beforehand Sir told me I would be eating dinner on the floor. One of the men secures my wrist cuffs behind my back, and I have to eat without my hands, out of a bowl. Since leaning forward with my hands behind me would be too difficult, I am graciously allowed to have my bowl on a low stool so I don’t have to bend as far. As the guests eat and talk I’m mostly ignored, until one of them wants to comment on the mess on my face. I think to myself that there are animals with more dignity than I have right then. I eat as best I can. One of the men wipes my face with a warm, wet cloth and then pulls me by the hair until my mouth envelops his cock.

I suck and feel more hands on my body. I’m helpless as my wrists are behind me. I get pinched, poked, prodded. Someone produces a vibrator and holds it to my clit. It becomes so difficult to focus on my work on our guests’ cock that I slow down my efforts. I get my hair yanked and admonished to “Get back to work you dirty whore!” I try to focus but the vibe on my clit keeps distracting me.

My head gets moved around so I can suck all the cocks there. MasterDoc is stroking his cock and sizing me up as to what to do next.

I’m taken into the bedroom, where he lubes up my ass. My wrists are unbound so I can support myself in doggy-style. The woman takes off her clothes and lays down so my mouth is right at her crotch. I’m instructed to lick her pussy well (lest I get punished) and MasterDoc shoves his cock into my ass. He fucks me and I lick the clit and lips of this woman’s wet cunt. She moans and it seems like I’m doing a good job. MasterDoc, however, keeps varying his speed so I get terribly aroused and distracted. I’m desperate to come but I know that it won’t happen quickly tonight.

I had been asking for resistance play sometime, and I was told earlier that I would get it tonight. After a short break, for which I’m thankful, Sir slaps my face and grabs me by the hair. “Time to fight, cunt.” he tells me.

I struggle to get loose but of course our guests join in and grab various limbs. I feel myself forced onto the bed where my cuffs get secured to the underbed restraints. I struggle up until the last moment and at times I manage to slip an arm or a leg away from my tormentors. But in the end it’s useless. I’m spread eagle on the bed, terribly vulnerable. I’m gagged again, and blindfolded this time.

I feel the cool rub of alcohol swabs at various points on my body. MasterDoc gives a demonstration of play piercing to our guests. I get called all sorts of degrading names – fuck hole, pincushion, slut, cunt, bitch – while he pierces me. I get incredibly anxious when I feel him swab my outer labia – both sides. “This is gonna hurt, cunt.” he tells me. He has me breathe in deeply, and then while I’m breathing out he slides a sharp, sharp needle through one of my outer labia. We’ve done this before, but it’s still somehow shocking to have my labia pierced.

Sir strokes my body (and probably some guests do too, I’m not sure since I can’t see) to soothe me before he plants another needle in the other labia. He tugs on it a bit and I moan under my gag. A few more needles go in the skin on my chest, these are a bit hesitant so I wonder if it’s one or more of the guests doing the piercing. I can hear someone’s breath drawn in sharply. They’ve gotten a thrill from piercing me. From making me hurt. One of them says something admiringly about the tiny drop of blood that one of the piercings has brought out.

The needles are withdrawn and I can hear movements. Next thing I know, I’m being fucked by guest after guest. I’m allowed to come during this and keep orgasming too many times to count. The woman goes at me with her strap on. She’s positively vicious with pinching my nipples. The gag is taken off and a cock shoved into my mouth while my cunt is being fucked. The dual action of a cock being shoved into my throat and a cock being shoved into my cunt is overwhelming. Soon I’m gasping and drooling between cock thrusts. The lot of them make me come more than I ever thought possible while taking turns violating my body. I squirt a few times and can feel the throe beneath me soaking wet.

“You said you wanted me to be rougher with you,” says MasterDoc. He rips off the blindfold and I watch him jerk off onto throe. The guests undo my bindings, and MasterDoc shoves my face into his come and rubs me into it. As he holds my head to the puddle of come, I can feel other guys shooting their loads all over my back. I’m a totally come-covered whore. And honestly, it’s bliss.

The guys take me into the shower and MasterDoc commands me to kneel down. I’m sticky with come and they offer to rinse me off. It seems like I’m instantly surrounded and they’re all pissing on me. I cry silently from the humiliation. They all tell me what a dirty piss whore I am.

They leave me, reeking of piss and shivering in the cold tub. The last thing Sir said when he left was that I was allowed to shower. I quickly rinse the piss off my body and out of my hair. I towel off and put my cuffs and collar back on and return to the living room where everyone’s having drinks.

MasterDoc motions for me to sit on the sofa next to him and I do. He puts his solid arms around me and kisses my forehead. “You’ve been a very good slut today. I’m proud of you.” I glow with pride over having been used, abused and come through it feeling amazingly calm. Endorphins rock.

Our guests leave a short time later, all thanking me for the good time. I thank them of course and MasterDoc has me kneel on the floor and kiss everyone’s crotches goodbye.

After they’ve left, we snuggle in bed. I’m exhausted but so very happy.