Something Kinky This Way Comes...

There's been some kink around here for the past few weeks.

Yesterday Master paddled my behind.  And He was kind enough to start nice and slow, before ramping it up to the point where it felt like the edges of the leather were slicing into my butt cheeks. I wasn't restrained, so when I tried to stand up in protest, I was quickly pushed back into place.

It was very exciting, and some very hot sex followed the paddling.

And last weekend, we did something...different.  I thought it was kinky, which surprised Master, who thought it was just really good sex.  After I tell you about it, you can come to your own conclusion.

See, about two weeks ago, I got a new pair of glasses.  New prescription (I can see!), new frames (no more granny-glasses!), the whole package.  Master was there when I picked out the frames, so they had His seal of approval.  I have to say, the new frames are much sexier than the old ones. The old ones really did look like granny would wear them.

Now here I am, with my new shorter hair, and my new sexy glasses, and Master starts to think about...things.  So last weekend He suggested that I shower, shave and make myself pretty...and to put my hair up into two ponytails.  Being a good slave-girlie, I did as instructed, and when I emerged from the bathroom, I was quickly ordered to sit on the little stool.

Some very, very rough oral sex followed, with my ponytails providing handy handles for Master to grab onto while He choked me with His cock.  Repeatedly.  At one point I pushed against His thighs because I was afraid I was going to throw up, but fortunately, that unpleasantness was avoided.

Once He was finished ravishing my face, He ordered me to put on my new glasses and lay on the bed.  He straddled my face, erection in hand, and I swirled my tongue around His balls while He stroked His cock.  I licked and sucked and He stroked and stroked and eventually, He came.  All over my new glasses.

Actually, there was cum everywhere. It coated my glasses, it was in my hair, on my cheeks, in my mouth and, sadly, up my nose.  I was a messy girl.  And Master loved it.

Afterward, He regretted not taking a photo of my messy face, but then realized that we would just have to do it again so He could get a picture.  I'm okay with that...except the cum-up-the-nose part. That was not fun.

Can you see why I thought this was kinky?  Cumming on a girl's glasses seems kinky to me, but maybe I'm wrong.  Kinky or not, it was lots of fun to try something new.

Just Can't Get Enough...

We had sex today, rough sex, the kind of sex where He makes it very clear who is in charge.  He grabbed me, pinched my nipples, pushed me up against the wall and kissed me hard.  Then He put His hands on my arms and moved me down onto the little stool.

The little stool, which is very low to the ground, has one purpose:  oral sex.  When I sit on the little stool, my face meets up with His crotch at just the right height.  Mouth, meet cock.  Today wasn't about sucking, though.  Today was about getting my face fucked.  Hard, deep, and fast, with His hands on the back of my head.

So deep that breathing was optional.  So hard and fast that at times, I seriously thought I was going to vomit.  My eyes teared up, snot started to flow, drool was everywhere, and it wasn't pretty.

But I sure was turned on.  He was too, but you already knew that.

When it was all over, we talked about it, about the roughness of it.  I said I liked it.  I like when He is uber-Dominant, when He takes what He wants, when He is rough.  I like that He didn't restrain me.  I like having to keep my hands still, to refrain from pushing Him away from me when I can't breathe.  I like the feel of His cock pressing hard against the back of my throat.  I like the flood of panic when I can't get enough air.  I like to gag on His cock right up until the edge of throwing up. I like having to take it.  I like that He makes me take it.

Twisted, yes, but it's a rush.  All of it.

We should do it more often.

"I Want to Hurt You..."

He took me into the bedroom a few days ago, led me by the hand.  Once inside, with the door closed, I looked at Him.  Did He need some 'attention', I asked, or did He want something more? 'Attention' is our code for a blowjob; 'Something More' is code for...something more than just a blowjob.

There was a brief pause, a moment of silence, and then He looked directly at me and said, softly, "I want to hurt you."

It's difficult to describe how those five little words made me feel.  I suppose it's best to say I swooned a little, maybe even a lot.  Those are the five best words a masochist can hear.

What happened next?  Well, He hurt me, naturally.  A nice long beating, complete with a warm-up to start.  He used different implements,  the paddle, the strap, his hand, and He kept a nice even tempo until my butt was toasty.  He finished with one incredibly sharp stroke with the cane.  It left the most amazing mark on my ass, but sadly we didn't take a picture.  Next time, hopefully.

Yesterday He took me into the bedroom again, but there wasn't time to ask Him what He wanted. He ordered me to my knees right away, and some rough oral sex ensued.  You know the kind where His cock makes it difficult to breath because it's shoved down your throat, and your eyes water and your nose runs?

Yeah, it was like that.

For a little while, it was like that, then He ordered me over the end of the bed.  Unlike the previous time, where He'd been kind enough to give me a warm-up, there was no warm-up.  He went straight to the cane.

Anyone out there know what it feels like to get hit with the cane sans warm-up?  If you don't know, it does NOT feel good.  It hurts like a m*****f*****.

Oh yes, I'd been swooning only a few days previous, but at this moment?  Not so much, in fact, not at all.  He wasn't gentle with the cane, He was serious, intent, and the strokes were hard.  It hurt, a lot.

He had a reason for this.  He wanted to leave stripes on my ass, and according to Him, if He gives me a warm-up first, the stripes do not appear.  M-type logic at it's finest, I must say.  But I digress...

My discomfort, my pain, pleased Him.  It excited Him, and His cock was rock hard.  He took great delight in fucking me after hitting me with the cane, grinding against the welts forming on my ass. Sadists...

Eventually, the pain ended, followed by good sex.  When it was all over, we mused about Mr. Cane, how long we'd had him (five and a half years, to be exact, but who's counting?).  I theorized (read:  secretly hoped) that Mr. Cane would be ready to break any time now, given his age.  I mean, seriously, how long do canes last, anyway?  Master remained unmoved, certain that Mr. Cane will continue to function for many years to come, and if not, then he will quickly be replaced with another version of Mr. Cane.

No matter my love/hate relationship with Mr. Cane, I do love it when Master tells me He wants to hurt me.  Even if Mr. Cane is involved.

Please Excuse tranquility's Absence...

Where to start? Let's see...I haven't written in almost two months, perhaps I should start there, give a reason for my absence.

I don't have a reason, other than the mood did not strike me. I didn't feel like writing, so I didn't. Not a great attitude for a blogger, but it's the truth.

Had I felt like writing, I would not have lacked for subject matter. Master and I are doing just fine; there's been lots of spanking/paddling/strapping/caning, with and without bondage, always followed by lots of sex, all of it good/awesome/amazing (take your pick).

Outside of all that, we have a new toy. Or rather, Master has a new toy. It's a small step-stool, very shiney, and very low to the ground. He bought it for me to sit on, and when seated upon the stool, my face lines up perfectly with His crotch.

It's a blow-job enthusiast's dream come true. Just position your slave girlie on the tiny seat, then chose whether you want a regular blow-job or a rough face-fucking that leaves your girlie a teary-eyed, drool-covered mess.

He's tried it both ways, and a few ways that were in-between. He likes them all, I think, although if I had to hazard a guess, I would say that He favors the rough stuff. He is a Sadist, after all. And, He mentioned to me one day, after we'd finished, that it eventually would get "more intense."

One can only imagine what that will entail.

Another Take on Ownership...

"You should kneel right there," He said, pointing to a spot on the floor.

He unbuckled His belt and lowered the zipper on His jeans as I positioned myself where He wanted me.  His hard cock was out and in my mouth before I settled into place.

He was rough.  He grabbed the back of my head and pressed my face against His groin. His hard-on filled my mouth, and the tip of His cock slammed against my throat.  He made me gag.  He made me gasp for air.  He made my eyes sting with tears.

A not-so-subtle expression of ownership.  I like that, too.

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.