Happy Birthday, Sir!

Today is Sir's birthday. We've had some unexpected expenses recently so I wasn't able to plan things the way I would've liked. However, I think things have gone pretty well. Friday night, we went to the AHS social. That was fun, as usual. We always have a good time at the socials. But then we were invited to a play party. It was a lot of fun, although a lot more intense than I expected, probably because we haven't really done very much kinky stuff lately. Our relationship, primarily because of the way things started, has always been a bit of a roller coaster. But lately things have been even more emotional. Just a lot of stress.

So when Sir had me tied to the spanking bench, I think he felt the need for a bit of an intense session. Things warmed up (pun intended) pretty quickly. He started just with his hands, but those weren't exactly love taps. I guess I didn't expect it because I started to feel a bit panicked. Then he moved on to various floggers and paddles. There were moments when I started to calm down a bit, but right about then he would change to a meaner toy or rev up the intensity of what he was doing. I just couldn't control myself, which was, after all, the point. I really lost it when he hit the bottom of my foot. I truly hate that and since I wasn't expecting it, I wasn't able to prepare myself. I started sobbing and even after he stopped the scene, it took quite a while for me to calm down. But it was a very cathartic experience. I have apparently needed that release for a while.

I still have little moments where I'm surprised at how pain can bring healing. It's interesting to have someone hit you with various evil toys, whisper filthy things in your ear and then want nothing more than to be in their arms. But that's exactly what I feel every time it happens.

At any rate, after the play party we came home and spent the rest of the weekend doing mildly kinky stuff. He made me fuck myself with a dildo for a while, after he put in my anal beads. Then later he tied me up and fucked me. Nothing major, but it was nice to get back to some kinky stuff. I think we've both missed it and hopefully it will continue.

Happy Birthday, Sir. I love you.

My Err...Aversion

OK, so I haven't been making posts as often as I'm supposed to. So now I've been given an assignment. (Thanks for that suggestion, Ma'am. I love you, too.)

Hehe...I'll probably pay for that.

I'm supposed to talk about my aversion to admitting that I love having things in my ass. This may be a little hard for me, though, because I don't really think I have an aversion to admitting that.

Yes, I love having things stuck up my ass. It feels amazing, in a kinda weird way, and makes me get off very hard. It's very dirty and taboo, so of course I like it. :)

Although, I have to admit, I don't get off nearly as hard with something just in my ass as I do when something's in my pussy or on my clit as well. Damn, I love that. The last time Sir fucked my ass while he made me use my vibrating egg I thought my head was going to spin off.

OK, so hopefully that fulfills the requirements for this assignment. Next time, I'll try to actually find the inspiration to come up with a topic myself. :)

Clover Clamps

A few weeks ago, Sir came home with a sack from Deborah's, which immediately got me excited. Although, I was a little confused, too. We normally discuss what new toys we're going to buy and we hadn't talked about anything lately. He handed me the sack, which was pretty heavy, and I looked inside. My present was a very pretty, very shiny set of clover clamps. Sir told me to take my shirt and bra off, which I did. He took one of the clamps and gently placed the clamp on my nipple. I immediately began squealing. Little too much for me. So he tried to look into ways of loosening the springs a bit. Nothing seemed to have much effect. So they went into the drawer and I kinda forgot about them.

Then a few days ago, he decided to bring them out again. But this time he tried a different approach. He played with me for a while, then he put one of the clamps on my nipple, but he only released the clamp part way. Then, as he continued to play with me, he would release the clamp a little at a time, until it was completely released. He repeated the process on the other side. By this time, I was incredibly turned on. The steady, and therefore manageable, increase in pain only heightened my arousal. Then he put the chain the clamps are connected by in my mouth. He continued playing with me and began taking pictures. That was a little odd, but a big turn on, too.

After he took some pictures, he decided to fuck me. God...that was amazing. The chain was still in my mouth, causing shockwaves of pain and pleasure every time he would kiss me and pull the chain a little tight. Add to that the intense sensation when he would press his chest against my tits...damn.

Needless to say, I've changed my initial opinion regarding clover clamps. Now I can't wait for him to use them again. (hint, hint :D)

Watersports. Umm...yeah.

Ok, when I met Sir, watersports was on my hard limit list. And he assured me that he didn't really have much interest in it either. So, we went on down the road and didn't give it much more thought. But then, he started to kind of jokingly talk about it. First he said, "Hey, I have to pee...wanna hold it?" Then I'd throw a pillow at him or something and he'd laugh and on we'd go. Then one day he said, "You know, every time you say you hate something you end up loving it. Why don't you let me pee on your foot?" Again, I threw something at him and he dropped it. But since then, he has slowly been working up to pushing this limit.

So yesterday, I was talking to him on IM and, since we hadn't had sex in a whole two days, he was trying to figure out something fun to do last night. So he decided that we were going to try watersports. Now keep in mind, I've been feigning resistance for a while now, but we both know I'll do whatever he tells me to. The really fucked up part is, before we were done with the conversation, not only had I asked him to do it, he made me say please. :)

So last night, we were sitting on the couch and I told him I was going to bed. He just gave me a look and said, "Ok, go to bed then." So I got up, walked over to him and leaned down for a kiss. He kissed me, hard, and pulled me down to him. Then he proceeded to take my shirt and bra off and play with me for a while. Then the Dom light came on and he told me to stand up and take off the rest of my clothes. Which, of course, I did. Then he pulled me back down on the couch and played with me some more. The whole time he kept asking me why I was so wet. I said I didn't know, I was just really horny. His answer to that was "Bullshit, you know exactly why you're so wet." Which, of course, I did...but I sure as hell didn't want to admit it.

After a while, he told me to go into the bathroom, and then he followed me in there. He backed me up so that my legs were against the bathtub and continued kissing and playing with me. Then he grabbed me by the hair and told me to get in the tub. I stepped in and he kissed and played with me some more. Then he told me to get on my knees. So I did. He took off his shirt and undid his pants. I was really worked up by this point, but then he said, "You know how long it's gonna take me to pee? My dick's as hard as a rock." Which made me giggle a little. At any rate, he did manage to relax a bit and then suddenly I felt a warm liquid running down my chest and stomach, dripping off my legs. And strangely enough, it didn't matter that it was pee. It was incredibly hot. That is until some of it sprayed on my hand. For some reason when that happened, I thought, "Ewww." Don't ask me, I know I've got piss dripping off my tits, but somehow getting it on my hand grossed me out a bit. At this point I've given up trying to figure out how my brain works.

After he was done, he grabbed me by the hair and pulled me up to kiss me. Then he began playing with me and when he made me cum...gush! I haven't squirted that much in a while. Then he said, "Back on your fucking knees," and pushed me back down in the tub. Then he stuck his dick in my mouth and I gave him head. When he was ready to cum, he pulled it out of my mouth and came all over my face. As he's leaning against that bathroom wall, breathing hard and twitching, I just looked up at him and said, "Ok, I think I'm gonna take a shower now." He just grinned and said, "Why don't you do that?" So I did.

The most intriguing part of the evening was something he said to me while he was playing with me after he'd just peed all over me. He said, "You know what you've done now, don't you?" I said, "What?" He said, "You've just tossed all your limits out the window." Which, in a way, is true. I mean, I still have some truly hard limits...kids, scat, animals. Those are not ever going away. But I know those are not limits he would ever push anyway. But the other ones, things that just scare me a little bit, but that aren't morally abhorrent or just way too high on the ick factor, those are pretty much gone at this point. He knows we've crossed a line and so do I. I'm just glad I trust him with my life.

Spontaneous Moments

Last night, I was cooking dinner in the kitchen and Sir walked in the room. He came up to me and gave me a kiss. Now normally, that kind of kiss is just a gentle brush of the lips. But this time he really kissed me. A deep, passionate kiss, tongues swirling, his hands entangled in my hair. After a minute, he let his hands trail down to my breasts, lifting my shirt and lowering my bra to play with my nipples. Then he began kissing me again, pulling and pinching my nipples harder and harder until I let out a little whimper. Then his hand moved down to his pants, which he proceeded to unbutton and unzip, simultaneously tightening his other hand in my hair and pushing me to my knees. So, I took his cock out and began giving him head. He pretty much lets me do what I want to when I'm giving head, occasionally giving a suggestion, but for the most part, leaving it to me. Until he cums, that is. At that point, I'd better take a deep breath, because I won't be breathing for a minute. When he was about to orgasm, he tightened both hands in my hair and thrust his cock as far down my throat as it would go. Once he did that, pretty much all I could do was try not to puke. Then after he was done, he buttoned his pants back up, I stood up, he gave me a quick kiss and went back to watching football, while I continued making dinner.

God, I love shit like that.

The Joys of Squirting

Until about 8 or 9 months ago, I didn't know female ejaculation existed. I was in the middle of a fairly sexless marriage, didn't exactly watch a lot of porn and I'd obviously never experienced it myself, so...I just had no idea a woman could do that. So once I started talking to people online, and playing with people offline, I became kind of fascinated by the idea.

I experienced this, well kind of experienced it, for the first time in the middle of oral sex. My boyfriend at the time was going down on me and when I came he told me I had just squirted. I thought...huh? How the hell did I do that? Obviously I hadn't squirted very much, because I honestly didn't notice.

Shortly after that, we broke up and I began playing with other guys. Actually, that's why we broke up. He was a needy child and I wanted to play with other people. He didn't like it and...well, there you go. Anyway, I was playing with this other guy and apparently I squirted again. Honestly, I couldn't really tell. He was, shall we say, vigorous? In other words, he was all over the place and quickly, too. He told me I squirted like 3 feet when he was fucking me from behind. I know it felt good, but honestly...I still couldn't really tell I'd done it.

Then I started dating my current boyfriend/Sir. He knew that I had squirted before and he also knew I didn't really know how to make myself do it again. So, after much internet research, he made it his goal (some would say obsession) to make me do it on command.

We decided to go on a little trip to the Ozarks for the weekend. It was absolutely fabulous. We barely left the cabin, did nothing but eat, sleep and fuck. Finally, towards the end of the weekend, he figured out exactly how to stimulate my g-spot and I figured out how to push at just the right moment, and...voila. Squirting. Lots and lots and lots of squirting. I mean, I'm talking about a flood here. I honestly expected him to do a little victory dance afterward. (And he almost did. Kinda wish I had a picture of the expression on his face...like a 13 year old boy who just managed to touch his first boob.)

So we came home Sunday afternoon, after spending the better part of 3 days fucking...and fucked some more. And this is after he'd made me cum over 100 times. (Seriously, we counted.) But it was like a kid with a new toy. I half expected him to invite his friends over and say, "Lookie what I can do!"

Although, finally figuring out how to squirt has sorta been a mixed blessing, because now I want to do it all the time. I CAN cum without squirting, but it's not nearly as much fun. And when we're playing in public at a party or something...it's a little inconvenient, because he doesn't dare make me cum unless we're really set up for the mess...I can't always avoid squirting, even when I'm trying to. Not to mention, it's one more thing he can take away from me when he feels like it...which totally and completely sucks.

But, all in all, I'd say it's definitely worth it. Even though I may have to get a paper route to pay for all the pads we go through.

Intense anyone?

This past weekend we went to a social and then had some friends come over afterward. It was a lot of fun. I got to play with a violet wand a little on our Domme friend's boy. Man, that thing bit me almost as much as it did him! Then they stood me up and put clothespins all over me. That didn't turn out so well, though. Sir put a clothespin on my clit and for some reason I couldn't deal. I started hyperventilating and almost passed out. I've come to realize that my aversion to using a safeword is fairly stupid. All I had to do was say, "You know, that one is not gonna make it. If you want me to stay vertical...you should probably take that off." Oh well, there's always next time.

Anyway, after nearly passing out, we took a little break and then they tied me to the futon. Ankles, knees, wrists and neck. The neck thing was kind of interesting...never tried that before. Then Sir proceeded to torture me...but in a good way. :) He basically got out all my favorite toys and, after teasing me for a little while, made me cum over and over again. God, I love that. Soooo much fun. Oh and he decided to fig me, too. NEVER thought I'd say this, but I love that, too.

So, after all that excitement, our friends went home, Sir finally fucked me and we went to bed. Pretty normal end to the day. However, the next day was not what I'd call normal.

Actually the first part of the day was nothing out of the ordinary. We slept late, ran some errands, I helped him with a job and then we came home. But that evening he had something a little more extreme in mind.

I'd just taken a shower and was sitting on the couch. He came over to me, pulled the towel I was wearing off and pushed me back so I was sort of half-reclined. Then he pulled out this wooden spoon. A BIG, very thick, wooden spoon. He then proceeded to smack my breasts with this torture device. Over and over and over again. He would periodically pause to play with my pussy, ALMOST letting me get off, before going back to hitting my breasts. After a while, he got out the giant dildo and told me to fuck myself with it. So I would fuck myself with the dildo until he finally let me cum. The first time I came, I paused for a moment afterward, catching my breath. But apparently that was not in the game plan. He smacked me several times with the spoon...hard...and said, "I didn't tell you to stop." So that continued for quite a while, me fucking myself with the dildo while he hit my tits with the big wooden spoon. He soon discovered that he could make me cum harder by smacking me at exactly the right moment. And the entire time, he was talking to me, telling me how much of a pain slut I really am, pushing that mindfuck all the more. After a particularly hard hit, I finally covered my breasts with my arm, curled up into a ball and leaned against his chest, sobbing. I stayed that way quite a while, crying and breathing hard, trying to calm down. He stroked my hair and let me calm myself down. Once I was under control again, he said, "Keep fucking yourself." So I went back to fucking myself with the dildo and he continued periodically hitting me with the wooden spoon. This went on for just a little while before he took the dildo away and replaced it with his own cock. He fucked me, hard, until we both came.

After that we took some pictures of the bruises and went to bed to play some more. I talked to him about it later and he said he thought we both needed something a little more intense because things have been so busy lately that the whole D/s side of our relationship had been neglected. He also told me he wanted to push me past my limit and that he will continue to do that periodically. Which, of course, is exactly what I want. I'm just very glad I've found the perfect person to give that to me.