A Very Kinky Afternoon, Part Two

...He untied the ropes, helped me sit upright, then told me it was "Time for a change in position."

He told me to stand up and turn around.  He then tied my hands behind my back.  Gently, He guided me over to the wall and instructed me to sit down, with my back against the wall.  It was a little difficult with my hands tied up like that, but I managed.

So there I was.  Sitting down, back against the wall, hands tied behind me, my hair in two braids.  He surveyed the situation, decided that he most definitely found it favorable, then reached for the Whitehead gag.  I opened wide, and He fastened it in place.  Can you guess what happened next?

He was rock hard when He shoved His cock into my mouth, and it didn't take long for the stream of drool to start (sorry if I squick anyone out here...if you have drool issues, you can skip to the next paragraph).  He was not gentle.  He fucked my mouth hard and deep, which, while turning Him on, hastens the flow/amount of drool.  And that turns Him on, too.  Within a few minutes, I was a drool covered mess, and He couldn't have been happier.

Eventually all good things must end, so the Whitehead gag was removed.  But He wasn't finished. 

He reached out and grabbed hold of the braids, one in each hand.  They were long enough He could wrap them twice around His hand.  Holding onto the braids, He thrust His cock back into my mouth.  Again, He fucked my mouth hard, pressing deep, making me gag, holding me there, forcing me to take it, take Him...

Until He came.  Then He let go of the braids.  I was untied.  Somehow, I manged to get up and stand on two very wobbly legs.  It took quite a while for me to come down to Earth.  The entire afternoon had been very intense.

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Later that evening, He asked me what my favorite part of the whole experience was.  I couldn't give Him an answer then; I was still processing everything.  Now, however, I can give Him an answer,  Enough time has passed for me to reflect on what took place.

My 'favorite' part was when He grabbed hold of the braids.

At that moment, I was His, we were connected, and He was going to use me.  Submission wasn't an issue.  I wasn't giving Him anything.  He was taking what He desired, what was His, what He owned.  It was rough and messy, it wasn't pretty, but it was what He wanted.

And that's how it should be.  Always.

A Very Kinky Afternoon, Part One

Yesterday was the start of our last weekend alone.

It began with a request:  "Today, when you do your hair, you will put it in two braids."  He emphasized this by reaching out with both hands and grabbing fistfuls of hair.  He didn't elaborate or explain why he wanted braids, but He tugged on my hair until I realized a "Yes, Master" was needed.  Then He let go and went about His business.

I got the message.  After I showered, shaved, and dried my hair, I did something I haven't done in years.  I parted my hair down the middle of my head and braided it.  Two very, very long braids, and there was some swearing involved.  My hair is long--hangs down to my ass--and my fingers were out of practice, hence the swear words.

However, the look on His face when I emerged from the bathroom made it all worth it.  His smile was priceless.  The braids, clearly, were pleasing.  There was also something a little...scary....about His grin.  I told Him so.  He laughed.  It was not comforting.

He ordered me to sit on the end of the bed, then He got busy with the ropes.  When He finished, I was tied to the bed, on my back, hands tied to the headboard, feet to the side posts, legs bent.  Completely exposed. 

His hands gently caressed my thighs and lightly brushed across my pussy.  Instant turn-on.  But He didn't stay gentle for very long.  He gave my pussy a beating.  He started by spanking, then used the leather flogger, the suede flogger, and finally, Mr. Blister.  Every so often He would stop and rub His hand over the stinging skin, soft and teasing touches, before returning to pain.

At one point He spread my lips and pinched my clit, HARD; I almost came when He did that.  Then I heard the sound of CLAMPS.  A clamped clit?  No, no, no, no, no.  Which is exactly what I said to Him.  I don't think He was going to do it; I think He just wanted to watch me panic.  It worked.

So He put the clamps away and brought out the Hitachi Wand.  It did not take long for me to orgasm.  I'd been on edge the whole time.  After I came He fucked me for a while, then stopped and untied me. 

He helped me sit upright, as I was a floaty-puddle of goo at this point, and He told me, "We're not done.  It's time for a change in position."

This is a good place to stop for now, so this is the End of Part One.  Stay tuned for Part Two, where the secret of the braids will be revealed.