Saturday, August 18, 2012

Little Miss Luna

I met a pretty girl a few days ago.  I don't usually mention names but her name is so lovely I can't help but call her Luna, even here.  She seemed familiar, although a bit shy and somewhat reserved.  She was looking for a girl friend to go shopping with, so after work she picked me up and we went to the mall.

The first store we went to didn't seem to have the style clothes she was looking for, but they did have some lingerie, so we picked out a pretty purple bra, since purple is her favorite color as well as mine.  It came in a set with another pattered bra.  We also found some cute panties that were on sale, so she chose 3 - a black and white striped pair, and animal print pair with purple trim, and a pair of boyshorts with pink flowers on them.  They all were super adorable.

We checked out another store with some much cuter outfits, but decided to come back later for that and instead went to look for makeup!  We found lipstick in a sexy purple shade as well as bright red (every girl needs to wear bright red lipstick sometimes!), some black eyeliner, and a palette of fun eyeshadow colors that could go with nearly any outfit.

Then we went back to my place.  I have a lot of clothes that I've either outgrown or never wear, and although Luna is thinner than I am we were able to find her some cute things that fit.  Her favorite was this fuschia patterned dress that made her tits look awesome.  With my roommate's help, we found some heels that fit and did her hair and makeup, and made her look extra sexy and gorgeous with a corset.

She was so gorgeous that I just had to fuck her, to mess up that hair and makeup, to see that pretty lipsticked pout form her "O" face.  I had to know what that looked like.  I figured it was the least she could do for me for all of the gifts I had given her that day.

She decided to take off the dress because it was too nice and didn't want it to get messed up.  This proved to be an excellent choice as the evening did indeed get dirty.  This left her with the purple bra, black corset, black and white striped panties, and sexy black platform heels.

KH likes to insist that I wear heels when we fuck and I never really understood it until I saw Luna wearing them when I told her to get on all fours on the bed.  I loved the look!  The heels made her already gorgeous legs look longer, the lacing of the corset tied tightly around her arched back, her beautiful brown curly hair - so gorgeous.  She was told to call me Mistress and I was going to show her what being a girl was all about.

I got out a leather slapper and slowly traced lines up and down her smooth legs.  She asked what it was she was feeling, and I told her not to ask so many questions and to just enjoy the experience.  Her ass looked so cute in those striped panties...but it was so pale.  I gave her several slaps, not too hard as she wasn't quite used to the idea, but just enough to give her ass a little color.

Before long she was begging to have something in her pussy.  I pulled down her panties a bit and landed several bites on her luscious ass cheeks, all while scolding her for being such a wanton slut.  I couldn't resist her request though, I wanted to hear her squeal with delight as I filled her pussy with toys.

First I started with my fingers.  My goodness was that pussy tight!  I found my way in far enough to reach her g-spot, and she made some delicious noises.  I wish I could have seen her face!  In the future, I will face her towards a mirror so I don't miss a minute of her reactions.  I spanked her ass a bit with my other hand and added another finger.  She yelped a bit as I rotated my fingers so I added some lube which helped her relax a bit.  However, before I got to use any toys, she had other ideas.

The dirty girl wanted to suck my cock!  I had her get on her knees before me and enjoyed her slutty mouth on my thick cock.  I told her that she should get it nice and wet because that was going to be inside her soon.  She seemed nervous and excited about this all at the same time - I wondered if this would be the first time she'd ever had something so big in her pussy.  I told her she was a good girl for sucking my cock so deeply, and then asked if she was ready to have some toys in her pussy.  She nodded with her mouthful of cock, so cute!

Back on the bed she went on all fours, and I got the lube and my smallest dildo.  I placed it at the opening of her cunt and told her to push back against me.  She leaned back and got it all the way inside, but then tried to start fucking it, but I stopped her.  I wanted the pleasure of fucking her.  I found her g-spot again with the head of the toy which was curved more that my other toys.  It must have felt so good she squealed !

We took a break and then this filthy slut wanted to eat my pussy!  I laid down on the bed and she eagerly buried her face into me.  I held her hair back a bit so she didn't get my juices all over it.  Fucking her pussy had me rather wet and she had it all over her face.  She looked so hot looking up at me while her tongue explored me.

Soon she was ready for the next toy.  Back on all fours she went, and she was so ready...the thicker dildo slid in easily right to the hilt.  Then I had an idea!  There was a stool in the room that I had Luna sit on while I was doing her makeup.  I had her sit on it again, only this time she had the toy in her pussy.  I wanted to tell her to sit still, but she was having so much fun fucking herself by squirming and bouncing up and down that I could only watch.  She made the naughtiest faces, thanking me for the good idea.

I think her squirming around got her ready for my cock.  But before I would let her have it, I made her get down on her knees.  As she was leaning down I leaned down with her, my face very close to hers.

"Worship my cock." Those words tasted so delicious leaving my lips.  But what was even more delicious was the eagerness in which she attacked my thickness with her mouth.  She really wanted to please and it showed.

Then I got her on her back, legs in the air, a pillow propping her up so I could get at her pretty little pussy properly.  I loved that she was still wearing the heels as she propped her feet up on my shoulders while I slid my cock into her.  I started a slow rhythm and her eyes nearly rolled back in her head she was so happy.  I loved that smile.

"Mistress may I see your beautiful tits?"  I was so caught up in fucking her I totally forgot I was even still wearing a shirt. I ripped it off and she got so excited!  She grabbed my tits and began fucking me back from below.  I leaned over and kissed her, continuing to fuck her even more deeply.  She loved it.

I knew she'd want to see her pussy being fucked from my angle, so I grabbed her phone and shot a video of me fucking her.  I knew she'd want to see what her face looked like with my dick deep in her pussy.

She kept playing with her clitty and I could see that she was close to squirting.

"Dirty girl! Don't cum on that corset, it doesn't belong to you."

We decided that it would best to fuck her from behind. I had no mercy for her pussy at this point...I grabbed her hips and slammed into her hard, over and over again.  I knew how much I liked to be railed and I wanted to give her the same experience.  This is what she looked like while I fucking her from behind:  

She squealed so loudly and squirted all over the sheets.  She made such a mess she could hardly believe it!

I loved being able to give her such an awesome fucking.  The one regret of the evening was not using any vibrators on her pussy, but there would be another opportunity very soon.

Monday, August 13, 2012

Used, for real this time.

I texted him when I woke up.  "I need to be used."  I didn't expect a response at that hour, so I nearly forgot that I had even sent that text.  I had been so caught up in my work I didn't look at my phone all afternoon, but when I finally did, I saw this:

"When you get home, take a shower, pour a glass of wine and leave it next to the bed.  I will be by to play after work.  You're going to be doing some new things today."

"Yes, Sir."  I was instantly wet.  I could no longer concentrate on anything else for the rest of the day.  The more I thought about what he meant by "new things", the more nervous I got.  I had some serious bruises from the last time we were together - what would this encounter entail?

I couldn't take it.  "I'd ask what new things you are referring to, but I have a feeling you wouldn't tell me anyway."

"I will not.  But I think you will enjoy yourself.  Make sure your pretty little ass is cleaned up for me."

I was back to being excited.  He knew what I needed without me even saying.  I needed him to use my ass and I needed it badly.

I received an important phone call right before leaving work so I arrived home later than expected.  He arrived as I was just getting out of the shower.  I poured the glass of wine and dodged my roommates. At last the mystery would be solved.

He'd had a terrible day at work, said he wasn't feeling appreciated.  I told him that he should know that there are people that do appreciate him.

"Well then, come over here and appreciate me."

I kissed his neck gently, asked if he would lie down, then kissed and gently touched him up and down his chest.  My lips made it up to his nipple - I gently licked and sucked as my hand moved lower to his inner thigh.  As I was transitioning to his other leg, my hand brushed his hardening cock.  He was stern.  "No!  Not yet." I stopped touching his legs altogether and went back to his chest.

I was perfectly happy just touching him and giving him the attention that he deserves, but I was afraid I was missing something.  "Is there anything else you desire right now, Sir?"

"No, I'm enjoying this for now.  Trying to decide how to go about teaching you new things."  I gulped, hopefully not too loudly.  I was excited and a bit scared all at the same time.

A few more moments of touching and then he sat up and kissed me.  "Go pick out a toy, your favorite.  Put on a bra and heels, then lie down on the floor for me."  My mind raced.  What was he going to have me do with this toy?

I followed instructions, and when I went to lie on the floor, he was gracious enough to offer me a pillow.  "Masturbate."  My thought process at this point was that he was trying a form of humiliation, him perhaps thinking that exposing myself and showing him how I get off would somehow be embarrassing.  This was not the case, I have always found mutual masturbation to be very hot.

I licked my fingers and began rubbing my clit, and then placed the toy in my mouth to get it wet.  I don't get off on sucking on a toy, but I'm sure the visual was there for him.

"Am I allowed to orgasm as I wish, or should I wait for your call?"  I had to ask, I didn't want to ruin whatever he was planning.

"Keep playing with yourself until I say stop.  The idea is to stop right before you cum.  But if you cum before I stay stop, it's okay, it just means I wasn't paying enough attention to your body."

Ahh, his lesson today was edging.  Little did he know that I normally do this to myself when I masturbate and have for years.  I never did it intentionally having learned about it, I just discovered on my own that if I waited, my orgasm would be that much more intense later.  The new part of this however was that he was controlling when I stopped and when I could start again.

"This a bit awkward as I taught myself to masturbate face down.  But that wouldn't be as good of a show for you."

I came so close to orgasm with my fingers but he caught me and told me to stop.  Then when I was allowed to resume again, I started in with the toy, relishing the feeling of being full of cock and the pressure on all the right parts.  When he began to see my face contort or my breathing became heavy, he would tell me to stop and pull out the toy.

I looked up at him and noticed he had his phone out, taking pictures and video.  I wish I could see them, I've often wondered how I look when I'm pleasuring myself.  After he sent me to the edge several times, he finally let me cum, my cunt contracting around the toy.  He didn't really give me a chance to come down though.

"Get up on your knees and worship my cock."

He let me take him into my mouth and make my own rhythm for only a few moments and then grabbed my hair and started thrusting.  I always liked the idea of being face fucked but could never do it properly, damn gag reflex.  But he knew this and didn't go in that deep.

He took his cock out of my mouth and slapped my cheeks with it, not too hard.

"Is this what you had in mind when you asked to be used?"

"That's the beauty of being used, you don't get to decide how."

"A textbook answer."

"Perhaps, but it's true."

He went back to fucking my mouth, and slid it in deep so I would choke a little.  He had to show me he was the one in control.

He then had me stand up and bend over the bed, spreading my legs very far apart.  I did my best to arch my back the way he likes, but in heels it hurt to stand like that.  I leaned over some blankets to help prop myself up a bit.  He slides a finger in my ass, opening me up.  Between masturbating, having a gorgeous cock sliding in and out of my mouth, and the anticipation of having my ass railed, my cunt was soaked.  I loved being a fucktoy and I couldn't wait to see what was next.

Before he slid his cock in my ass, he had an idea.  I have a free standing full length mirror in the bedroom.  He moved it so it was at the end of the bed so both of us could watch our own depravity.  He got back behind me and slammed his cock in my ass.  I wanted to watch myself but I closed my eyes at the combination of pain and pleasure that was radiating from my backside.

"The rule today is that every time I allow you to cum, you'll look in the mirror so I can see your face."

"Yes sir.  Thank you sir for using my ass, for letting me be your fuckslut."

I loved watching us, I couldn't believe I hadn't thought of using the mirror sooner.  I begged to cum.  He denied me and fucked me faster.

"You look so hot fucking me, I love seeing my ass bouncing against you.  Please sir, may I cum?"

He let me this time, and I did my best to look in the mirror but couldn't keep my eyes open.  I got lost in the pleasure.  KH made some grunting noises of his own - I thought he had cum in my ass, which is something I'd wanted to happen for a long time.  But alas no, he wasn't finished with me yet.

He then had me get up on the bed so I was looking directly into the mirror, and he got behind me, wrapped it up, and started plowing away at my pussy.  He slid in easily because I was so fucking wet.

"I love the way your tits look right now."  I had to agree, I was sporting some major cleavage as my breasts were barely supported by the bra I was still wearing.

"Thank you sir for using all of my holes.  You always know exactly what I need."

Between watching my breasts swinging, his face contorting behind me, and his cock filling me up so deliciously, I was desperate to cum again.  I think I even began to fuck him back a little, relishing the sound of him slapping against my ass.

Before I could even ask to cum, he flips me over onto my back.  I hold my legs apart and back while he goes in deep.  He's still looking in the mirror even though I no longer have the same view.

"I've never seen what I look like fucking.  I rather like it."

He fucks me hard and deep and I can tell he's about to cum.  Normally I relish the idea of cumming with my partner, but this wasn't about me, it was about him using my slutty body for whatever he wanted.  If he wanted to fuck all of my holes, to merely use me for his pleasure and then leave me there, that was his right.

He didn't leave me hanging though.  I think he realized mid-orgasm that I was just lying there waiting for permission to cum with him.  I came just after him, wrapping my legs around him.  I probably shouldn't have done that, but I really wanted him to stay inside me as my orgasm rolled over my body.  I clenched around his cock, trying to hold him inside.  I loved the way he felt inside and I always hated when that had to end.

Everything about the evening was perfect, it was exactly what I needed. I thanked him several times. Also, I didn't cry!  But that was probably because he didn't spank me.  As much as I love being spanked, I liked having one experience without it.  As much as the pain and the crying is a release for me, it's selfish of me to always want that.  I need to learn to let go of my needs and be there for his.

Monday, August 6, 2012


It had been over a week since KH and I had been together.  He had been busy and I had been ill.  Still, I wanted him so badly that when he asked if I wanted to fuck, I told him I still wasn't feeling the greatest but that I would try.

When he came over my roommate answered the door, and we all made small talk for a bit and eventually my roommate said he was going to bed.  KH kissed me before we walked into my room. Tender, gentle.  I loved it but knew it wouldn't last.  It couldn't.

He raised my hands above my head and left them there, and kept kissing me, my lips, my neck.  He left me there as he emptied his pockets and kicked off his shoes.  "Are your arms tired yet?"  "A bit, Sir."

"Get on your knees and worship me."

I was more than happy to worship his gorgeous body. I kissed down his chest quickly, then concentrated on kissing his hips. I unbuttoned his shorts and pulled everything off. I was greeted with a delicious cock that I took into my mouth.  I tried very hard to be good, keeping my teeth covered and working up a nice rhythm.  The noises he made were indication that he was enjoying my ministrations.  "Look up at me, I want you to make eye contact when my cock is in your mouth."  He had a good idea, it was much hotter to watch his face as I tried to swallow his cock.  His hands were in my hair, guiding me along his shaft.  I loved servicing him.

He then told me to kiss my way down his legs and worship his feet.  As I leaned over to kiss his feet he grabbed the crop and hit my ass with it a few times.  I'm not sure if he hit my asshole or my pussy but it hurt and the tears started to fall. He said he didn't mean to hit my pussy and I believed him.

His phone kept going off, and he kept checking it and answering whoever was messaging him.  I didn't know what to do so I just kept kissing his left foot.  "Why are you still on that foot?  There's a whole other leg to worship!"  I felt stupid for not realizing that this was what he wanted but also hurt that his phone was seemingly more important to him than the girl worshipping at his feet.  Still, not my place to say anything so I kept my mouth shut.

He then had me get up and sit on the bed. "It's been too long since we've fucked."  He told me to lie down, then pulled my legs apart and almost dove right in.  "Are you forgetting something, Sir?"  I had made a request for him to use protection since I had been on antibiotics all week.  He complied and then went straight to fucking.  Since I had been ill, I hadn't even touched my pussy in a sexual way for nearly a week so I wasn't sure how my body was going to react to suddenly being fucked. It was a little intense at first but the act of having his cock in my mouth had turned me on enough to make it bearable.  I had  missed his cock inside me.

Yet, as he's fucking, his phone was a priority - he seemed more interested in it than me.  I wanted to ask who he was talking to, to know why he felt it was okay to go through the motions fucking me when he obviously felt there was something else more important to attend to.  But then I remembered that I'm just his toy, to be used at his discretion, and I knew that anything I would have said at that moment wouldn't have mattered or made any sense.  Instead, I thanked him for fucking me.

He finally gave up the phone, reached down and found a pair of my black heels and put them on my feet. They had been left out from a previous session, and he really seemed to enjoy my legs in the air donned with these shoes.   He then said that he wanted punish me, but couldn't think of a good reason to because I had been such a good girl.  This made me happy because I try so hard to be good to him, but at the same time I really wanted to be spanked whether he thought I "deserved" it or not.  He knew this.  "Maybe I don't have to spank you just because you deserve it, maybe I should just spank you because I want to.  I like it better when you deserve it though.  But maybe I should punish you as a reward, because you really like to be spanked, don't you, you little slut?"  "Yes, Sir."

He had me get on all fours. I cringed at the feeling of the crop running along my back.  "You went out of your way to make sure I could orgasm tonight inside you, and this first strike is your reward."

"One, thank you sir."

"You were so good earlier at sucking my cock, it seems I can no longer  punish you for errors, I can only reward you with this next strike."

"Two, thank you sir."

"You left these shoes out so I could see you in them, and this next strike is your reward."

"And since you love being my little pain slut, I must reward you with this next one."

"Four, thank you sir."

"How many total should we give you?  10? 15? 20?"

"As many as you want to, Sir."

"30, I think 30 will do nicely.  Keep counting.  What number are we on?"  This seems to be his magic number.

"The next one is 5, Sir."

Most of the blows landed on my ass, but a few were on my back and those ones hurt rather badly.  I kept proper count and breathed through the pain. I have a love hate relationship with it.  There was one blow in the middle where he sort of missed and I didn't count because I subconsciously knew that he was going to do it over.  I was right, he said that one didn't count and hit me again, much harder in the same place.

"I don't care who else fucks you, but I'm going to mark you so they know that you belong to me.  Who does this ass belong to?"

"To you, sir."

After count 25 he got impatient and got up on the bed behind me. My cunt had to have been dripping from all of the beating.  He entered my pussy and for as good as it felt, I kept concentrating on the numbers as I feared this was a test.  If he thought he could mess up my counting with his cock - I desperately wanted to prove him wrong.

He kept fucking and eventually told me to cum. As I was cumming, he hit my back again. "26, thank you sir."  I was proud of myself for remembering what number we were on and I probably smiled but was glad he couldn't see me do that.  On strike 29 he sort of missed again, and I said out loud "that one doesn't count, Sir".  He told me I was a good girl for realizing that. I smiled a hidden smile once again.

He got through the last couple of counts quickly and dropped the crop, grabbed my hips and began to pound my pussy.  I could only imagine it from his point of view, his body bouncing off of my marked-up ass, his cock disappearing inside of my cunt over and over again.  He pressed me forward, leaning on me as he fucked, getting inside of me as deep as possible.  My pussy was starting to hurt a bit - after a week of no activity, the sudden intense fucking was a bit much after it had been prolonged.

He then wanted me to fuck him back from that position, and I don't know if I was too wet or just at a bad angle, but I could feel his cock bend back on my second stroke.  I immediately began to cry and apologized for hurting him.  I fully expected another beating in short order, but I didn't get one. Instead, he laid back on the bed, seemingly spent.  I laid next to him but didn't touch him - I wasn't sure what he wanted at that point.  He said he wasn't done and I told him I wasn't sure how much more my pussy could take.  I still wanted so desperately to please him but didn't know where this was going.

He told me to get on top of him, and I couldn't get the correct angle because the shoes I was still wearing were cutting off the circulation in my toes and he told me I couldn't take them off.  Eventually he realized they were in the way and took them off of me but by that point I was getting a cramp in my foot and generally just felt like a major disappointment.

I was ordered to get off of him, then he pushed my head down toward his cock.  "You'll have to do a really excellent job through a condom."  I hate the taste of condoms but at this point it tasted more like me than anything, but it was still sort of awkward.  I did my best though, and he seemed to like it.  I began rubbing the spot just below his balls, and he was in heaven, telling me to do it harder.  He eventually gave up on fucking me any more at least for the moment and ripped the condom off saying "I want to feel you" and I gave him my best effort at getting him off, rubbing and sucking and trying to look into his eyes although it was difficult from the angle I was sitting.  He really loved how I was rubbing him, even saying that it felt like he was orgasming even though he wasn't cumming.  I loved knowing that I could do that for him.

"I want to feel you inside me, do you have any gloves?"  A long time ago, I had bought a box of purple exam gloves when I was fucking this girl, but never got a chance to use them.  I remembered where they were, and jumped up to get them.  Unfortunately, my glasses were on the floor from when I threw them off earlier to suck his cock, and I stepped on them and broke them.  I didn't care though, I wanted to please him and this seemed like a perfect opportunity.

He began rubbing himself as I put on the glove and got the lube.  It was hot just watching him lie in the middle of my bed touching himself, with so much desire in his eyes for what I was about to do to him.  I positioned myself between his legs, and he demonstrated on my nipple the amount of pressure I should use once I was in there.  This was not to be, he eventually wanted me to press much harder than that.

Despite our previous engagement where I had fucked his ass, this was the first time I had ever had my fingers inside him and I loved it.  I moved in slowly, making sure that he was ready.  He tried to explain to me the spot he wanted me to reach and I told him that I knew where it was, I was just moving slowly so that I didn't hurt him.

When I found the spot, his eyes nearly rolled back in his head.  I'm sure I had a smug smile on my face but I couldn't help it.  I loved knowing that I could bring him this much pleasure.  I eventually switched to using my middle finger as it is slightly longer and I could get a better angle.  I experimented with different techniques, pressing directly up, rubbing side to side, in circles, etc. and listened to his words and his body to tell me what was working and what wasn't.

He continued to touch himself throughout this.  I had thought that I would take this over, either with my other hand or my mouth, but I liked that this was something we were doing together to get him to that place he so desperately needed to be.

I loved watching the expressions on his face as he was about to cum.  I just kept the same motions inside him as he jerked himself faster.  I smiled as I watched his thick juices pour out of him.  I ever so slowly began to withdraw my fingers, and he offered his hand to me to clean off.  I licked his fingers clean, then I took his cock into my mouth.  I could feel his body tense as I gently licked and sucked him, the sensations post-orgasm seemed rather intense for him.  I got a tissue to completely clean him up.

"I can't even move right now."  "You don't have to."

He then said he wanted me to spoon him and that he wanted to stay over, thinking these were odd requests.  I didn't think they were odd at all, but it was interesting to realize that this was the first time someone had slept in my bed with me since SM moved away.

I was happy to kiss his back and caress him until he fell asleep.  I was still slightly in awe that he was there at all, let alone completely sated from something I had done.  It didn't take him long, he was asleep rather quickly.

After he was asleep, I laid on my back so as not to completely lose feeling in my arm.  The pillows were not arranged in a proper manner for us both to use them so I grabbed some smaller blankets, one to lay over me and one to use as a pillow.  He eventually rolled over onto his back as well, his hand on my thigh.  I wasn't sure if that was intentional or coincidence, but I enjoyed being close to him nonetheless.

I woke up around 4am, used the restroom and came back to about a foot of space where I had been sleeping.  I knew this would be useless, so I slept on the floor until about 6am.  I wondered if he even noticed I was gone.

In the morning, maybe around 10am, we were both awake.  He simply asked, "Morning sex?" I sarcastically said no.  To me it was completely obvious that were going to go at it again that I found it silly that he even asked.

He put his hands behind his head. This was my cue to worship his body. I began kissing down his chest, then decided to tease his cock a little, running just the tip of my tongue up and down the length of it slowly.  When I eventually took him into my mouth, he moaned, loving the feeling of warmth surrounding his cock.  I worked up to a nice rhythm.  He held my hair back, not to direct my motions but so he could see what I was doing.  He had taught me a trick to help with deep throating since I still have a terrible gag reflex, so I tried that a few times as well.

He eventually told me to turn around so he could eat my pussy while I continued working his cock.  I was rather enjoying his tongue, but so often during 69 I get distracted by what is happening to me instead of what I'm doing.  To counteract this, I employed a simple rhythm that I could do mindlessly while enjoying his tongue exploring me.

He had me sit back on his face, nearly smothering him. I tried to use my hands on his cock, but I was off balance, so I arched my back and just let myself enjoy it.  Even though we weren't really in a scene, I still asked if I could cum.  He mumbled a positive noise from underneath me and I came all over his face.

I sat up, told him thank you and kissed him.  "I love it when you taste like me."  We instantly dove back into each other, my mouth devouring his cock and him eating my cunt as though it were his last meal.

He told me to get up.  I didn't even have time to balance myself before he pinned me down on the bed. He then kissed me gently. This is his M.O., demanding yet gentle - a total mindfuck.  He spread my legs open wide and wasted no time, just fucking me really intently.  He's said in the past that he likes dirty talk and he definitely likes compliments so I just started talking, making sure to end all of my sentences with "Sir".

"I love watching your face when you fuck me, Sir."

"I love it when you use my body for your pleasure, Sir."

"I love the way you pound me, Sir."

"Who am I kidding I like everything about you, sir."

"Well, it's time we did something about that."  Before he even finished his sentence he slapped my left breast from the side, and didn't even miss a stroke in my cunt.  Then I felt him pull my right breast inward, his teeth gnawing into my side.  I whined because not only did it hurt (it still hurts as I type this), but my pussy was starting to burn as well.  I had gotten too happy in that moment, and he had no choice but to put me in my place.

He then had me turn on my side and put one leg on his shoulder and went back to fucking.  I'm sure he could see the unhappy look on my face but I tried to keep quiet.  My pussy just didn't feel right and my thigh was not accustomed to being stretched in that manner.  Eventually I made some sort of noise and he asked what was wrong.  "It hurts, Sir."  "Why didn't you say something?" "Because you were having fun, Sir."

He laughed and pulled out and put my leg down.  I must have been holding my breath unwittingly because I gasped and then began to sob.  I was a disappointment and I knew it.  But he wasn't going to let me be one.  He was going to use me until he'd had enough.  He turned me onto my stomach so he wouldn't have to see me cry while he kept on fucking.  I bawled into the sheets, biting them so I would make as little noise as possible.  I couldn't understand why it burned so much.

A glimmer of hope appeared when I heard him mutter "oh fuck" and I could tell he was close to cumming.  I wanted him to reach that end because I didn't know how much more I could take but I also wanted to make sure he was sufficiently pleased.  I was afraid that he would stop himself from orgasm and bend me into some new position, but he didn't, he just pounded away harder until he shot his load.

When he pulled out and there were no longer the sounds of fucking to drown me out, he asked why I was crying.  At this point it was more tears of relief that it was over and that I didn't have to ask him to stop before he came and having him be mad at me for that.  I told him that it hurt and he got angry and asked me why I hurt and I told him I didn't know.  I crawled to the edge of the bed by the wall and curled up, still crying and apologizing for being such a disappointment.  I wanted to be exactly what he needed at all times, and despite how much I try, I knew either my body or my mind would always let him down.

He ordered me to shut up and stop crying.  I bit my tongue to try and stop myself but it was difficult.  He told me to take deep breaths, in through my nose and out through my mouth.  I couldn't breathe out of my nose at all because I'd been crying so much, so I sat up and got a tissue and tried to breathe like he asked.

He told me that I was done apologizing, and I said that I'd probably have something in the future I'd need to apologize for.  "For today, you're done apologizing."  He was very firm, so I simply said "Okay".  "Is there anything else I can do for you sir?"  "Smile."  "It's difficult, Sir."  "I know."

At this point he was already half dressed - I could tell that he wanted to get out of there.  Yet still, he held me close, my face pressed to his stomach.  "Thank you for being so good to me, Sir. I probably don't deserve it, but thank you anyway."

"Do you remember last night, when you had your fingers in me up to the hilt?  That was one of the best orgasms of my life."  "I'm glad you enjoyed it, Sir.  We can do that anytime you like, I have a whole box of gloves."  I smiled.  "See there's that smile!"  "Forgive me sir, I enjoy doing naughty things to your bum."

We kissed and as he was walking out, I mentioned that he never asked how I got this bruise on my breast.  He said, "it doesn't matter" and closed the door.

Friday, August 3, 2012

5 hours of fun - Part 2

He had me get on all fours on the bed.  "Spread your legs, arch your back, present yourself to me."  It wasn't the most comfortable position, but I knew it turned him on to see me in those stockings with my ass and cunt pressed toward him.  I was scared of what was going to happen next.

He decided that 30 would be a good number of strikes.  This sounded horrifying but I went with it.  For open hand strikes (at least the ones I had become accustomed to from CW) this was nothing, but the crop?  I had no idea where it would land or how hard it would be.  I knew nothing except that I had a safe word and that I inexplicably trusted him.  I needed to prove that I could do this, not to him, but to myself.  This is what I had been craving for so long, I had to know that this was really what I needed and not just what I thought I needed.

I counted and thanked him for each stroke, even the ones that hurt.  Strike 14, I believe, he hit my pussy. I don't know if it was because he missed or because he wanted to see if I could take it.  I yelped so loudly - I had no idea I could even make a noise like that, let alone involuntarily.  It stung so badly I began to sob.  His words then were apologetic, and I could tell he was considering stopping the entire thing.  I couldn't let that happen, I needed this.  I needed to breathe through the pain, to know that I could take it.  I told him I needed to go on, that I wanted him to finish.  The rest of the strokes are a mere blur, I think I had hit subspace at this point.  I loved it.  I was his good little pain slut.

It was decided that to keep us going through the evening that we needed some artificial help.  Despite this making my experience that much more intense, it also allows me to remember less of the details of the rest of the evening.

Things I do remember:

 - My ass being pounded in all positions - on my knees, on my back, on my side even.  I begged to cum but was denied. I needed the release so badly - I loved that he was using me for his pleasure.  He finally said I could cum when he did - but he pulled out and released all over me so I didn't get the satisfaction of having his cum inside me.

 - The rattan cane flogger.  While fucking me on my back, he grabbed this toy (that I had fully intended for use on my ass) and began hitting my breasts.  One of the strikes hit the ends of the canes rather close to my nipple and bled a bit, it left marks for quite a while.  I don't remember it hurting so when I saw the marks in the mirror later, I was surprised.

 - A crop mark on my inner thigh that lasted a week.  I don't know how he can leave a red mark that never bruised, but I loved seeing the mark there.

- Photos. I remembered that he had snapped a couple pics of me in various compromising positions, photos that he said were for his own use, but he had asked if he could post a pic of my ass online.  I barely remembered this until I saw it for myself.  I had never thought to look at my ass in the mirror after he left so this was a fun tidbit for me.  My pussy gets wet every time I look at it.

- Him cumming twice.  I remember being surprised that he was able to cum a second time, but the time duration in between the two occurrences is completely unknown to me.  I just know that he used my body for his pleasure in every way possible and I couldn't have been happier.

 - Time flying. I remember looking at the time when he left and I couldn't believe we had been going at it for 5 hours, with maybe a 5 minute break somewhere in the middle.  I loved that I could keep him interested for that long, and only hoped I would see him again soon.