An Orgasm a Day...

Yesterday was a stinker.  Lots of "issues" cropped up, both good and bad, but the bad ones really sucked the joy out of everything.  But, everything got dealt with, and hopefully some things were "put to bed," so to speak.  We'd talked about having sex earlier in the day, but by the time we fell into bed, we were too tired, mentally and physically.

Today, however, is a much better day.  First thing we did this morning was have sex, and it was good.  Somehow, that always makes things right.  An orgasm, a cup of coffee (or tea, in my case) and we were ready to face the day.

Oh, and the purple ultra-violet rope Master ordered to bind my hair with is en route--should arrive today or tomorrow.  So, we have something to look forward to for the weekend:  Hair Bondage!

He's a Man of His Word, Alright

He was right, as usual.  He surely did fuck me when He got home yesterday.

But before He fucked me, He beat me until I cried.  No ropes to secure me in place, no warm-up, just 0-60 on my ass.  His chosen speed for the day.

Oh I protested and jumped around, not so gently reminded Him that a warm-up would be nice, told Him that I thought I heard the long-handled shoe horn crack and He should stop using it (it hadn't and He didn't), asked where the flogger was (nowhere to be found, apparently, because He never used it), told Him He was breaking several BDSM rules** when He beat my ass with the long-handled shoe horn AND the cane at the same time (that hurt, yeah), and loudly noted each time the cane wrapped around my hips.

I'm really not sure why He doesn't gag me sometimes.

Probably because when He takes a break during the beating, He likes to come around and stick His hard dick in my mouth.  That does tend to quiet me a bit.

However, He ignored my horrific behavior (I admit, it was less-than-stellar), planted His left hand FIRMLY on my back, and beat me with Mr. Cane.  And Mr. Blister.  Then back to Mr. Cane.  Eventually, I kept still and quiet, and after a long while, I cried.

Then He fucked me.  Just like He said He would.

I just love a man who keeps His word.


**There are no BDSM rules, and for some reason, He never falls for this ruse.   In fact, every time I mention the rules of BDSM , He laughs.  Go figure.

We're Gonna Have Some Sexy-Time Today!

Master is out this morning,  off to spend some time with his kids.  He left early, early enough that I was still in bed.  Before He departed, He leaned over me, leaned in close, and whispered softly in my sleepy little ear...

"I surely will fuck you when I get back.  Maybe we can create some more fireworks."

As I've stated before, that Man knows just what to say to a slave-girl.  *Dreamy-sigh*

(Note:  I am purposely leaving out the part where, after the whisper, He licked the side of my face and laughed about it.  Go ahead, say "ewwww", because I did as I wiped His saliva off of my cheek.  M-types have weird senses of humor, that's all I'm sayin'.)

If I Could Save Sex in a Bottle...

Last night, I had the Best. Orgasm. Ever. 

Hence the fireworks.

It was amazing.  Master used His mouth on me and did things with His tongue that were just...delicious.  He licked and teased my clit, flicking it with the tip of his tongue, then pressing down hard on it with his lips, then licking it some more.  And when I came, I came HARD, and I felt this rush of heat that started in my toes then swept over my entire body, one big, huge wave of pleasure surging through me.

It was breath-taking.  My words here really do not do it justice.  If I could bottle the feeling of that orgasm and sell it, I would be the richest woman in the world.

A Little Ebb and Flow

So the weekend passed quietly, with little in the way of kink, and nary a scratch (or bruise) on my body.

Sigh. 

It wasn't a great weekend.  I've been sitting here staring at the screen trying to come up with an explanation or even a description of what happened, and I can't.  Suffice it to say that sexual energy ebbs and flows, and this weekend it was at low tide, especially for me.

And, upon reflection, that's OK.

However, He did take me in the bedroom yesterday, where He used one of the new vibrators on me.  He took His time, teasing me with it, eventually bringing me to a huge climax.  This was of course followed by a blow job---almost all good things are in this house. 

So there you have it, a not-so-exciting weekend update.

Things That Make You Go 'Hmmm'...

Some things I'm currently pondering....

• Our bed is huge--it's a California King.  So why is it that the cats have to lay right-up-close-practically-on-top-of-me when I'm on the bed?  One of them even comes and lays across the laptop keyboard whenever he gets the chance.  They make me shake my head.

• Do you ever go back and read your old blog entries and find a typo in something you wrote like two months ago?  I did that this morning, and it gave me a case of the dumbs.

• Ever have chores you need to do, but you sit down at the computer instead?  That's what I'm doing right now.  Hooray for procrastination!  He won't be home for at least two hours, so I have plenty of time. 

• I don't have one of those tag-cloud thingies on my blog, but if I did, I wonder if 'blowjob' would be the biggest word in the cloud.  I should add one and see---bet I'm right.  Either 'blowjob' or 'Master', because He's tagged in just about every post.  Sweet, something else I can use to procrastinate with today.

I should probably stop this nonsense now and go do my chores then take a shower.  He might come home and want to play with me right away.  Now see, that would be the case if I didn't take care of things and get ready.  He'd walk in with a hard-on all ready to go, and I'd be scrambling to get cleaned up.  But if I get my chores done and get myself all dolled-up (ha ha, that's so funny), He'll walk in tired/hungry/thirsty/wanting to chill and will sit for a while before playing with me.

Confused?  Me too.  Better if I'm ready when He gets home than to make Him wait.  Yes, that's the proper slave attitude, right?  Right.  Okay, I'm going, I'm going....

Good Girls Know How to Wait

Another Friday, quite possibly my favorite day of the week since it is the start of the weekend.  We will be alone for three days starting tomorrow morning, and we have some new toys to play with.  They arrived in the mail yesterday, but He says we have to wait until we are alone to try them. 

<Insert pouty slave face here.>

But, seeing as I am a good girl and all (hah!), I will wait patiently.  And it's just as well, really, because I haven't been feeling all that great this week.  The last two days have been spent in bed...well, not really in bed, but  rather on the bed, with my laptop, surrounded by a bunch of pillows and two cats.  Bed-rest, I guess you'd call it, and I am feeling better today than I did two days ago, so it must be working.

Well, that's all the news that's fit to print from my little corner of the world.  If the new toys prove to be lots of fun, I will try to post about them over the weekend.

Better Late than Never...

Although I realize I am a day late and a dollar short, I hope everyone enjoyed Mother's Day.  It's a difficult day for me---I lost my mom over 8 years ago to cancer.  We were very close, and she was a big part of my life.  Not a day goes by that I don't think of her and miss her in some way.  I keep waiting for it to get easier, but for some reason, it never really does.

So, given all of this, we spent a rather quiet weekend alone.  Our college student went to visit their mother, and we just stayed home and chilled.  No kinky-freaky-sexy type stuff to report, I'm afraid.  There was sexy stuff, and some of it was rather rough---nipple chewing was the preferred method of pain delivery this weekend---and it was all really good, just not really kinky.

On Sunday I received phone calls from each of my kids wishing me Happy Mother's Day, and that made me feel good.  So overall it was an enjoyable weekend, if not an overly kinky one. 

Curious about Eden

Some of the bloggers I follow have written about EdenFantasys over the past month or two.  Recently my curiosity got the better of me, and I decided to check out their website.  Naturally, I expected to find a site selling sex toys, but I was surprised by the variety of other products available.

They have an extensive bath and beauty section, which attracted my attention because I am one of those girls who loves lotion--bottle in my purse, on the dresser, on the nightstand, on the bathroom sink, on the kitchen sink...get the picture?  There were also lots of body washes, body powders, shaving creams, massage oils, and scented candles.

I also spent some time browsing their books and DVD section, at which point Master looked over my shoulder and immediately noticed they carry a book by the Two Knotty Boys.  He has such a keen eye, and of course He had to have the book.  What is it with M-types and instant gratification?

Anyway, it was fun to explore EdenFantasys.  I discovered there is a lot more to their site than I was expecting, which was a pleasant surprise.  Future visits are planned, with the hopes that Master will notice how I lust after their selection of glass dildos, and then He will surprise me with one as a birthday gift.

Think He will notice that huge hint?


Disclaimer:  EdenFantasys provided me with a gift card in exchange for this post.  All opinions, however, are my own and were not influenced in any way.

Epic-Fail

After an amazing weekend of being used and abused, of being together with Him and connecting with each other on a really deep level...

Today I epic-failed.

He tied me to the end of the bed, but in a new way, one that was much different from how I am usually bound. 

It derailed me from the start.  I started to panic, positive that I would lose my balance and fall over.  Total nonsense, really...very doubtful that I would have fallen.  But that is my irrational fear; I believe I've written before about being afraid of falling off the bed when I am TIED TO THE BED.  Crazy, I know.

So, while He was clearly enjoying the new position, I was a mess. I tried to 'suck it up,' but after about five minutes (probably less, which is so embarrassing), I cried out, "I DON"T LIKE THIS!!!!!" 

He untied me, and things pretty much ended then, for me anyway.  I did give him a blowjob, which we both enjoyed, but I was really close to tears the whole time.

I felt horrible.  Felt that I'd ruined everything.  Felt I had disappointed Him, and the worst part of all was that I felt like I had taken control of the scene.  *Hangs head in shame*

However, after the blowjob, He cuddled up next to me, and we talked about what happened.  While I was very emotional about it, He was very logical.  He stated that He wants to have me in that position (meaning we will try it again), and this was the first time trying it, and we have to learn from it.  He said if it wasn't working, I was right to tell Him, and then we talked about ways to make it less frightening for me in the future.

He is so wonderful.  I love Him so much.

Now if I can only get rid of the irrational fear of falling, everything will be fine.

Sunday's Update...Read About It Here!

Yesterday ended as it began, with a combination of pain and pleasure.  Shortly after climbing into bed, Master started to gnaw on my left nipple while He spanked my pussy.  That was the pain part...the pleasure part was the huge orgasm He gave me, followed by more fucking.

A lovely way to end the day.

Now let's update tranquility's list of strongly suggested activities for the weekend:

• A beating.  A good, long ass- beating, the kind that takes my breath away and leaves me all snotty and sobbing.

• A spanking.  On my pussy.  Last time He did that, He briefly (too briefly) parted my labia and got me right on the clit.  I thought I'd died and gone to heaven.

•  A fucking.  More than one.

•  A facial.  He's mentioned wanting to cum on my face while I'm crying.  Maybe we can do that this weekend.

• An orgasm.  Maybe two.  Three?  I've been a good girl this past week, really I have.

Not too bad.  The only item left standing is the facial, and even though I've already given Him a blowjob this morning, the day's not over yet.

Oh, and my butt still hurts.  Black and blue and purple marks are starting to surface.  It's gonna hurt for a while, or as Master was kind enough to point out this morning, "It's going to hurt all week."

An Update on the Update

FYI:

Early morning beatings mean that your butt hurts all day long.  All. Day. Long.

And, when He smacks your ass as you walk by, it hurts even more.

(This will be on the test.)

Saturday Morning Update

He read the post I wrote yesterday.  He read it late in the evening, with little comment other than to point out that it was the last day of my period, so we really could not have done much kinky-sexy-type stuff anyway.  This was true, so I agreed with Him.  We spent the rest of the evening watching fighting shows, then went to bed.

Around 7am or so, He got up.  I did not.  He dressed and went to the kitchen and made coffee.  He closed the bedroom door behind Him, so I took that as a sign I could snuggle back into the bed and grab some more sleep.

Hah!

He came back, I think around 8:15.  I was in fact snuggled into the bed, curled up with His body pillow, and I'd dozed off while He'd been gone.  The crack of His hand on my bare ass woke me up right quick, however.  And He kept going.  He gave me the longest hand-spanking ever, and He managed to pinch my nipple while spanking my ass.  (Multi-tasking for the win!)

Eventually, He let me up so I could go pee, but when I came back He was ready for more.  He bent me over the end of the bed and went back to work on my backside with Mr. Blister and Mr. Cane.

It.  Hurt.

Finally, it hurt enough that I cried.  My tears ended the beating, and they earned me an orgasm.  Such are the benefits of sobbing when shut in a room with a Sadist wielding a cane and a paddle.  Oh and no worries, He had an orgasm, too. 

At this point, in the interest of fairness, I will add that when it was over, He commented on how much it took to make me cry.  He said He kept doing things He thought would bring out the tears, but I just kept on taking it.

And He found that exciting.  It excited Him that He had to hit my ass longer and harder.  Imagine that.  Sadists...

So now let's update tranquility's list of demands suggestions for the weekend:

• A beating.  A good, long ass- beating, the kind that takes my breath away and leaves me all snotty and sobbing.

• A spanking.  On my pussy.  Last time He did that, He briefly (too briefly) parted my labia and got me right on the clit.  I thought I'd died and gone to heaven.

•  A fucking.  Preferably while bound in some way.

•  A facial.  He's mentioned wanting to cum on my face while I'm crying.  Maybe we can do that this weekend.

• An orgasm.  Maybe two.  Three?  I've been a good girl this past week, really I have.

Sweet!  The day isn't even half over and look how much has been accomplished. 

Just a few ideas...

It's Friday, the start of the weekend, our College Student is staying at the college, and that means we are home alone.  So, at the risk of topping from the bottom, here is what I want are some suggested activities for the next few days:

• A beating.  A good, long ass- beating, the kind that takes my breath away and leaves me all snotty and sobbing.

• A spanking.  On my pussy.  Last time He did that, He briefly (too briefly) parted my labia and got me right on the clit.  I thought I'd died and gone to heaven.

•  A fucking.  Preferably while bound in some way.

•  A facial.  He's mentioned wanting to cum on my face while I'm crying.  Maybe we can do that this weekend.

• An orgasm.  Maybe two.  Three?  I've been a good girl this past week, really I have.

I'm not asking for much, am I?  Of course, when He reads this, He might think so...

EDIT:  I wrote this a few hours ago.  He still hasn't read it, although He knows I wrote it.  But if you're keeping score, so far it's Blowjob for Master 1, item from tranquility's suggestion list 0.  

The Wonder of M-type Logic

Earlier today, this happened:

me:  I'm so horny....(honest expression of feeling by someone on her period who wants sex but won't get it)*

Him:  Aw, baby...(attempted sincere sympathy that failed, epically)

me:  ... (sitting in quiet awe of his sarcasm)

After this exchange, I left the room to use the bathroom.  When I came out of the bathroom, He was laying on the bed.  Waiting.  For a blowjob.

After the blowjob, this happened:

me:  How is it that I tell you I'm horny, and you end up getting a blowjob? (honest question asked by slave)

Him:  Well, I felt bad for you, so I thought I'd give you some attention. (M-type logic at work here, people)

me:  That's how it works?  (double-checking the M-type logic by the confused slave)

Him:  Yes, that's exactly how it works. (M-type response, confident in His M-type logic)

So there you have it.  Another fine example of M-type logic at work.  I hope you took notes; this will be on the test.

*I refrain from sex during my period for the following reason, not because I'm squicked out by it, or because Master is squicked out by it, but because I've found that being sexually active while I'm on my cycle makes it last longer.  Since I don't want a longer period, I have one week of abstinence a month.  So how's that for TMI?  And yes, that will be on the test as well. 

Tie Me Up, Tie Me Down...

The search for rope continues, with Master now favoring the UV rope pictured below:

Naturally, I voted for purple.  And, also naturally, my vote doesn't count.  But I voted anyway.