Broken

After the move and all of the changes that have occurred in such a short manner, I found myself out of sorts. I was angry, stressed, ill-tempered, bratty, confused, moody as hell and basically being a bitch. I have a very bad temper but when I get angry about something, I will internalize it and eventually, it builds up behind that dam and the dam breaks. I will literally explode. Master knew I was getting close to the breaking point at the end of last week but there was nothing He could do about it right then. We were both quite busy dealing with our respective jobs and other obligations.

Over the weekend, I behaved when I had to and when we were home, I would act like a child who didn't get exactly what she wanted. He would make a simple joke or observation and I would take it to heart and sulk. I pushed Him and pushed Him. He never once lost His temper. Monday night, a lot of my feelings came out, with Him just sitting and listening to me sob. There were some things that came out that I was embarrassed and quite ashamed to tell Him. He just reassured me that He wasn't angry with me, that we'd work through it, and most importantly that we were okay. I wiped my nose, dried my eyes, and went off to bed, feeling absolutely miserable and a bit better at the same time. Some of the weight was lifted off of my shoulders.

Yesterday morning, I awoke to His hands roaming my body and His lips kissing my neck, back, and shoulders. What a lovely way to wake up. He got on top of me and kissed, sucked, and nibbled His way down my body. I just laid back and enjoyed the feeling of Him combined with still being half asleep, enjoying every touch. His lips soon found my clit and He knows exactly what to do. He wrapped His arms around my thighs and pulled me closer to His mouth. When He hits my G-spot, I can come almost instantly and not stop. After I come the first time, my clit becomes so sensitive that any touch almost hurts. I came hard and long. As I came down, He kept sucking and nibbling. I tried in vain to pull away from Him but He wouldn't let me go. I'm not sure how many times I came or if I ever really stopped. After He was sated, He climbed back on top of my body and slid into me. It was somewhere between making love and fucking and it felt wonderful. After He came in me, He held me for a moment and whispered "Good morning" into my ear. I just smiled and replied "Good morning."

He got up to clean up with me just laying there in a state of euphoria. I was so warm and comfortable. He came back to bed and covered the both of us back up and we fell back asleep. A couple hours later, I woke up and made my way out into the house. It's different waking up here and not having to leave to go back to my apartment. It's nice. We each got our days started. I had a laundry list of things to get done for the day. I spent a few hours running back and forth from here to there. I was having problems getting done what needed to be done. It seems like nothing is ever easy for me; there's always some sort of problem or it just doesn't work out the way it should. Needless to say, my patience having already been thin, was shot. I was just pissed off at the world. Master hates it when I'm like this and it hurts me to know that. There are just times when I cannot help myself; I don't want to feel this way, I don't want to be the bitch but I just can't stop.

The day wore on and with Master's help, I got things all figured out which helped to improve my mood. He picked out a movie that I haven't seen and we settled in to watch it. I chuckled but underneath it, something was still not sitting correctly. We finished the movie, which was pretty good, and headed out to shut the cars up for the night. After we got back inside, we started acting silly and bringing out the kung-fu moves. His favorite thing to do (it seems) is to tickle me. I'm pretty ticklish but He's not! Not fair. We wrestled around in the living room, me laughing to the point where it was hard to breathe and Him seemingly enjoying Himself. I cried out "Uncle, I give," which brought an even bigger smile to His face.

We got ready for bed and shut the lights off. The playing resumed, with tickling moving to kissing. I could feel His dick getting hard against me which turns me on. "Now look what you've done, you woke him up. Now do something about it."

With that He rolled on to His back. I slide off His underwear and starting touching Him and licking Him. As I continued, His moans and breathing let me know that He was enjoying what I was doing. I was pleasing Him. I was very turned on and sucked Him like my life depended on it. I'm not sure how long He let me suck Him. He sat up and pulled me down to the bed in front of Him and put me on my stomach.

"I'm gonna fuck your ass and make you scream."

With that He started grinding His hips into my ass, against the pants I had on. I begged Him to take me, to hurt me. I just needed it. I needed Him to take me and enforce His dominance over me. I needed Him to use me and call me His slut, His whore. He climbed off to go get a condom and the lube. He left me writhing on the bed, still clothed. I didn't dare get up.

He made His way back to the bed and yanked my pants down. I lifted my ass up and felt the cold lube being dripped down my ass crack. I moaned, knowing what coming; Wanting to beg Him to stop and beg Him to fuck me at the same time. I wasn't something that I wanted, it was something I needed. He mounted me and slid the head of His cock into my ass, then laying down on top of me. I just moaned and whimpered at the mix of pain and pleasure, all the while begging to be hurt and being rewarded with hard smacks to my ass cheeks, His nails running up and down my back, His teeth sinking into the flesh of my shoulders. I arched my back as much as I could and pushed back to take Him.

"That's right slut, take it. Take it all in your ass. This is what you wanted isn't it? You wanted my cock in your ass. Take it all," He growled into my ear, biting it. I whimpered and cried out. He made me answer Him and answer Him loudly. He started fucking my ass. God it felt amazing. I begged Him to fuck me, begged Him to use me like the slut I was. I pushed Him with my words and got everything I asked for. He wrapped His hand in my hair and forced my face into the bed, the other hand beneath me, digging into my breasts, His teeth marking me. I begged Him to mark me and mark me He did. He bit the same spot repeatedly over the course of it all. His hands or arm around my throat and neck.

He asked me who owned this ass, making me answer Him clearly and loudly. He pulled out with me arching my back up and looking at Him behind me. "Get down bitch, did I tell you, you could move?"

"No Master."

"Get back down. You'll get up when I'm done with you and let you get up."

He pushed back into me with ease causing me to cry out.

"That's it, take it. You'll take whatever I give you. You'll take it all and then some slut. You'll take it in any hole won't you bitch?"

"Yes Master."

"I didn't hear you."

"Yes Master!"

"I'm gonna fuck you and afterwards you'll thank me for it. You'll thank me for fucking you and using you and letting you pleasure me. Thank me slut."

"Thank you Master for fucking my ass."

"I"m not convinced Slut, I'm not convinced that you're enjoying this."

"God, thank you Master, thank you for fucking my ass and fucking me like the slut I am. Thank you." This time I was saying it like I was begging. I moaned through it and kept thanking Him.

He grunted and growled into my ear, fucking me, using me like I begged Him too. My mouth was spitting out nasty pleas. I was talking dirty and at one point, getting pissed off and aggravated, pushing Him even more. I was telling Him what to do and He did it and pushed even harder back, asserting Himself more and more. I have no idea how long that went on, that power struggle. My pain and anger coming out. I pushed Him with my words and He pushed back twice as hard with His actions. I think it was in there that He broke me.

He broke me.

I gave in to Him completely. I was His in every aspect of my being. Heart, soul, mind, body, every fiber was His and His alone.

He pulled out again and told me to roll over. I moved to my back with Him pulling my pants off of me. He had to hold up my legs to do it because by this time I was gone. I was in space and broken. He lifted my legs up to His shoulders, lifting my body off the bed. He slid back into me and let His body fall down onto mine. I think He knew something had happened. He fucked my ass with less vigor and shorter strokes.

"Mmmm, you like this, don't you?"

I think I answered Him with a whimper. Anything past this point is a blur. I whimpered and moaned.

"God I don't know how much more I can take," I said, not much above a whisper. He pulled out and growled in my ear, "I'm not done with you yet bitch." With that, He told me to roll back over. I do remember at this point whimpering, and mumbling 'no' but doing just as He said. He pushed back into me again and started fucking me again.

"Take it all. Take all my dick in your ass."

I begged Him for His cum, begged Him to come in my ass. "I wanna feel your dick get harder and feel You twitch and feel You cum."

Once again, I have no idea how long this went on. He was on top of me and I was His. He started to groan and grunt and I knew He was going to cum soon. He came and thrust into me a few more times before He rolled off. I just laid there; I couldn't move. I started to cry softly. He stroked my back and got up to clean off. During that time, I started to cry harder. I knew He had broken me. He walked over and sat next to me on the edge of the bed, stroking my hair and face.

"What's wrong Llama?"

I sniffled. "Don't take this the wrong way. It's actually a good thing but You broke me. I'm so sorry for the way I've been acting the past few days. I was acting like a bitch and I'm so sorry."

He responded somewhere along the lines of: "It's ok, I knew you needed this. I knew you needed the release. I'm proud of you Llama. We pushed your limits and went past them. I love you and now we can move on." He sat and stroked my hair and comforted me while I sobbed into my pillow. He would lean over and kiss my shoulder. I was so tired of being angry and out of sorts. Feeling that way just zapped all of my energy and I was beginning to hide in my sleep. I was having trouble staying awake through the day. It made me feel like shit in more ways then one. He let me lay and get it all out, all the poison.

"Why don't you get up and get cleaned up. You'll feel better after a shower."

He helped me stand up and hugged me tightly, "It's okay, we can move forward now. Shh."

I shed my little tank top and realized that there was a searing pain on the left side of my back, between my shoulder and spine, right in the muscle. I started the water for my shower and stepped in. He has a small mirror in there so He can shave. I turned and could see the bruise already. I could feel the welt with my hands. I washed up quickly and got dried off in a matter of less than 10 minutes. I stepped out into the room and told Him that I had a welt already. He looked at it and remarked that I had a nasty welt already and reminded me that, that's what I'd asked for. "You should be more careful of what you wish for, you might just get it."

"Well, this is true but if I didn't want it, I wouldn't have asked you for it."

We climbed into bed. I was almost too tired to fall asleep. "I still need a good cry but I'm too tired."

He rolled over and said, "Come here." I snuggled up next Him, into His arms. "Go ahead and cry, get it all out."

"Well, I don't want to snot all over you."

"Hun, it wouldn't be the first time you've cried on me."

I smiled, "But you were wearing shirts when I cried on you."

And with that, I began to just cry. I cried onto His chest and apologized again. He didn't deserve that kind of behavior from me, it was really unacceptable.

"You'll notice that I didn't lose my temper with you. Not once. I knew that you needed some kind of release to get rid of everything. I knew you were having trouble dealing with it. It's done now."

We laid there for awhile. "I feel so safe right now."

"You are safe. You will always be safe. It's my job to protect you."

"I don't know what I'd do without you."

"You'll never have to know."

After that, we laid there quietly. I cried out whatever was left inside. I whispered that I love Him more than He'd ever know."

"I love you too. Why don't you try and get some sleep Llama."

I kissed His cheek and rolled away from Him. I was so very tired but actually had trouble falling asleep. I've had this trouble before; being too tired to fall asleep. Both of us had trouble last night but as soon I managed to fall asleep, I slept very well. I didn't hear the alarm go off the first time. Master got up and got ready for work. I had to get out of bed to move my car for
Him. Usually He'll move it for me but not today. So I'm up earlier than I am used to. I can usually fall back asleep after He leaves but decided to stay up. It's early and I can actually open the blinds without it warming the house too much. It's quiet and peaceful; mimicking how I feel.

I'm back to being me and Master and I are back to being 'us.' I feel peaceful and quiet, tranquil, happy, soft. There's no more poison, no more anger left. I needed to be broken, I needed to feel His dominance over me, I needed Him to assert it. And assert He did. I'm back in my place, the place that feels so right and so comfortable.

I'm marked and I'm reminded whenever my shirt grazes my shoulder just right or when I sit back that I'm owned. There are faint red lines up and down my back, light bruises on my bottom and breasts. His teeth marks are clear to see on my shoulder. I look at that one and smile in the mirror. The rest will fade soon but not that one. I'll carry that for a good couple of weeks before it fades completely. There's no doubt in my mind about who owns me. There's no doubt about His love for me or what He'd do for me. There's no doubt about 'us.'

Life is back to where it should be.

For Willing Spouse -

Thanks so much for your comments and questions. It's always nice to know people are reading what we are writing. Let me start by saying welcome. Yes, your observations were quite correct, I am very much in love with my llama, and she with me. This is not only O.K. in a D/s relationship, but encouraged. I wouldn't have it any other way. While we do live this lifestyle 24/7, we also have a 'normal' or 'vanilla' life as well. With that, I mean to say we do the same things that any other couple would do.

I would be more than happy to help you to to get your husband more involved and interested with your desire to take things further in the bedroom. From what you have said, you have a wonderful sex life and want to experiment some with being more submissive to him. Realizing that you have this desire is the first step. Acting on it, is the next step. First of all, I would recommend that you sit him down outside the bedroom and talk to him. Hopefully, you and he have a good marriage and are able to communicate well.

Explain to him that when you are having sex, that you like it when you get rougher and express to him that you are interested in exploring this further. Be ready for some skepticism and possibly some reluctance. There are many websites and Blogs you two can sit down and read together to educate yourselves on the practices. Ensure him that this in no way makes you weird, abnormal, or deviant. It has been said by notable psychiatrists that there is no such thing as abnormal sexual behavior, normal is defined by what you enjoy. As long as both of you are safe and consenting, don't be afraid to explore these areas and your desires.

I welcome you to contact me via e-mail, cvamedom@gmail.com to discuss things further. I will be happy to help you in any way that I can. I hope this helps you for starters, and I look forward to speaking with you more.

A break from the norm for us, I wanted to welcome some new Bloggers, and a newly realized submissive. I will start with Principles of Lust. This is not only a new Blog, but a woman who has discovered something missing in her life. Llama and I wish to welcome her into the lifestyle. We also wish to offer her any help and support that we can in this new chapter in her life. Please check out her Blog and be ready for some eye-opening surprises.

Next, we have Beca. She is in a long-term D/s relationship and has recently started posting about it. With this, she has taken the initiative to open herself up to some Q&A from readers not familiar with the lifestyle. I applaud her for this, and wish to extend the same invite to anyone outside the lifestyle who stumbles across our Blog. Feel free to ask anything you wish of Llama and I. We are certainly not shy, and we will tell anyone who wishes to listen whatever they want to know.

Finally, we have Magdala. She is also on the journey to explore her submissiveness with her Dom. She has some very, very good reading. She tends to be very detailed and lengthy in her posts, which I love. So, when you go to check out her posts, sit back and get comfy. Be prepared to sit glued to your screen for a bit as you get through them.

Now, for some other news. For those of you out there that have been keeping tabs, Llama and I have made the jump. After much talk and planning, we are now living together. A few things fell into place a bit quicker than I had anticipated, and she is now with me 24/7. That is part of the reason for some of the absence and lack of writing on our part. We've been pretty busy getting things settled over the past few weeks. However, she is now securely settled in her new home and we have begun our life together, full-time.

Yes, I know this is not exactly the type of content you have come to expect on our site, but hey - we do have regular, day-to-day lives as well! :)

With this, comes some new territory for her, and me too. I have to tighten up on her training now and clearly define the expectations and guidelines for her daily life. She is very eager to have this done, having asked me earlier today in fact for some additional guidance on her day-to-day routine. Up to this point, I have allowed her a pretty wide margin of freedom on her daily life. This will be coming to a stop shortly. She has indicated to me that she wants less control over her life, and more instruction from me. I am happy to provide this for her. She has demonstrated to me a remarkable amount of progress in her quest to be fully submissive to me. We will be sure to update as things progress.

Llama gives as good as she gets

Yesterday was a long and exhausting day. When I got home, the only thought I had was to eat dinner and relax before going to bed. Llama had other ideas. She had come over and wanted to play. She asked if I had anything in particular that I wanted her to wear for the night. I was allowing my devilish mind go to work and deciding on an outfit for her to wear, when she informed me that if I didn't have anything in particular in mind for her already, that she had something she would like to wear for me.

Knowing that her sexual appetite and devious mind is almost equal to my own, I allowed her to surprise me. After what seemed like an eternity of preparation and primping on her part in the bathroom, she presented herself to me as I got caught up on some work on the computer in my den. She stood in the doorway, and I was duly impressed. Before me, she stood, wearing a short black skirt, black high heels, and a button down white shirt tied in a knot below her ample breasts. Under the shirt, which was unbuttoned all the way to the knot, was a black lace bra and under the skimpy black skirt was a pair of black lace boy shorts. What I sight I had to behold. Her make up was done fresh, and her hair was pulled back in a tight ponytail, and her collar around her lovely neck. I had an instant bulge in my pants as I looked at her.

As I am accustomed to do, I made her wait. I sent her to the living room and instructed her to sit on the couch and wait till I was ready for her, telling her she could watch TV if she wished. After a few minutes, I joined her in the living room, and sat in the chair out of arms reach of the couch. We watched TV for about 20 minutes, then I got up and entered the bedroom, leaving her alone on the couch. I took off my clothes, and sat on the end of the bed.

I then called to her and told her to come in. She approached and stood before me. I told her to kneel, and instructed her to pleasure me with her mouth. She dove down into my crotch and began to lick at my cock and balls, sucking it into her mouth and rolling my balls in her hand, lightly scratching them with her nails. She was devouring me like she was starved and my cock would satisfy her hunger. After a few minutes, I had her stand, then pulled her over my knee. I pulled her skirt up over her ass, and delivered a few smacks with my hand. She let out a small groan, and her body stiffened. She was trying to balance herself, and she was standing on her toes, despite the heels.

I soon pulled down the flimsy material of the boy shorts, and rubbed her reddening ass cheeks, played with her asshole and stroked her pussy. She was moaning with pleasure and desire. I knew she wanted more, but I was in no hurry. I started spanking her again, alternating between the ass cheeks and moving down to her thighs. I could smell the sweet, musky scent of her pussy getting wetter with each smack I delivered. She continued to moan, and her head dropped down. I knew she was slipping into subspace, and that is precisely what I wanted. I continued the assault on her ass with my hand, spanking her a little harder with each shot I delivered. Soon, her ass was a lovely bright red, and the heat was emanating off her bottom.

I slowly began to rub her ass, reaching under her with my left hand to play with her breasts. I squeezed each one, then began to pinch each nipple, soft at first than harder. Soon, the pinches turned to tugs and twists. Each time I manipulated her breasts, she shuddered and moaned. She was past the point of no return.

My right hand stopped rubbing her ass, and it slid down between her legs, finding the wetness that was dripping down her thighs from her pussy. I played with her lips, and then her asshole. Soon, I was sliding a finger into her pussy, slow at first. Then I picked up the pace and was rewarded with even more juices drenching my hand. Soon, I had 2 fingers sliding in and out of her pussy, then 3. My thumb found her asshole once more and pressed hard on it as I finger-fucked her. My pinky found her lips and clit and I rubbed that each time I drew the other 3 fingers out of her pussy. She was on fire and I knew it. She was ready, and begged me to give her my cock. "Master" she panted "Please fuck me!"

I decided not to tease her any longer, and slid her off my knees and onto the floor. She was kneeling in front of me and her eyes were glassed over. I slid her down onto all fours, and knelt behind her on the floor. I easily slid my cock into her pussy, and she let out a loud moan. I pushed her head to the floor, and pulled her ass up higher, then started to slide in and out of her in a slow and steady rhythm. Soon, she was bucking back against me, meeting each of my forward thrusts. I pushed her all the way to the floor and lay on top of her. I continued to fuck her from behind, laying on top of her. I slid my left hand around her throat and and played with the collar she wore, and squeezed tightly but not too hard around her throat. I then reached for her ponytail with the right hand and pulled her head up and back. She let out another groan and I bit on her neck and ear. I could feel her shudder beneath me as I did.

I slowed down, pulled her hips back up and continued to fuck her doggy-style. I reached up onto the dresser and retrieved my knife. She heard the loud 'click' as I opened it and I felt a shudder through her body as well as a surge of juices in her pussy. I slowly ran the edge of the knife over her ass and up her back. She let out another moan and I continued to run the blade over her back and ass. I placed the knife back on the dresser after a few minutes, and leaned forward. I grabbed her ponytail once more, pulled her head back and whispered into her ear "Now, write about this next time on the Blog."

I felt myself getting too close to cumming, so I slowed my pace and worked on her some more. By now, her juices were flowing down her thighs, and her boyshorts were still around her knees. I pulled out of her, removed the panties from around her legs. They were damp with her juices and her intoxicating scent. I flipped her over, and held the wadded up panties above her face. Her eyes were closed, but she could smell her scent in front of her face. She didn't know what I held in front of her, but her tongue darted out and I got an idea. As she opened her mouth, I used the wadded up panties covered in her own juices as a gag, stuffing them in her mouth. She greedily opened her mouth wider and took them in her mouth.

Soon, I was back to fucking her, having slid my cock right back into her well soaked pussy with one easy, hard thrust. She moaned through the wadded up panties stuffed in her mouth, and I continued to fuck her, long, hard and deep. Soon the pace quickened and I was pounding in and out of her. She writhed around on the floor beneath me, squirming and moaning. I again had to slow the pace, to ensure I didn't cum too soon. I had undid the knot in her shirt, letting it fall open around her on the floor and exposing her bra-clad breasts. I leaned down and pinched them through the fabric. Then leaned down further and started to nibble on her nipples. The nibbling soon turned to sucking and biting through the fabric of the bra. She continued to let out moans through the wadded up pair of panties in her mouth.

After a long while, I was about to explode. I had slowed down the pace several more times, trying to hold off as long as I could. Soon, there was no holding back. I had two fistfuls of her hair and was pulling her back against me with each thrust. Finally, with one more strong, hard, deep thrust, I exploded. I was over the edge and I filled her pussy with a load of hot cum. As deep as I could bury my cock into her, pulling her back against me with her hair. She moaned so loudly when I did, I had to look down. I thought she had spit out the make-shift gag, but no. It was still firmly in her mouth. She had moaned that loud right through them. I all but collapsed on top of her, and just looked down to see her staring up at me with that far, far away glassy look in her eyes. She was soaring along in subspace, all alone in her revelry and pleasure. I removed the panties from her mouth, and she just lay there, sated with a sly grin on her face, as her eyes closed once more so that she might enjoy this trip as long as she could.

I stroked her face, and hair. I lay there on top of her, my cock still all the way inside her for a long time. After several minutes, I felt my cock start to twitch a bit, the mussels of her pussy contracting back against it as it slowly began to slide out of her pussy. I pulled all the way out, and we just lay there for a few more minutes. I knelt back, and finally got my legs back underneath me. I stood up, admiring the view that lay before me on the floor. She lay there, eyes partly open and glazed over, a small, content grin on her lips. Her pussy wet with the combination of her juices and my cum. The Skirt still on her, but high up around her waist, The knot long since undone on her shirt, the bra still holding her breasts in.

I went into the next room and retrieved my camera, snapping several pictures of the vision of utter loveliness and content that lay before me on the living room floor. Once she started to come back from space, she got up and cleaned herself up. She asked if she may sleep naked next to me in the bed for the night, and I agreed to let her. We cuddled up together under the covers and drifted off to sleep.

Being bratty never felt so good...

A few evenings ago, Master and I were relaxing and watching a bit of TV together. Since the decision has been made for me to move in with Him, we've been spending more and more time together. I've been making a lot more time for Him. What He said is true, we've spent time rediscovering each other and on my side, falling in love with Him all over again. I never fell out of love but there is so much more I can see to love about Him, seeing His different sides and moods. He's taken very good care of me and I couldn't be more thankful.

The next few weeks are full of change for the both of us. I have my apartment to sell and have given notice already. As for my job, I'm not quite sure whether or not I will keep it. Master and I have to discuss it. Then packing and moving in with Him. I am nervous about my abilities to serve Him fully. He reassures me that I'll do just fine.

Back to a few nights ago...we were just relaxing after a day of fun outside, being vanilla. I had a rode on with nothing underneath. I like being comfortable in the evenings and had just got out a nice, long bubble bath. Master insisted that I go and "pamper myself." Twist my arm.

I stepped into His kitchen to get something to drink. He made a smart-assed comment and being me, I always dish it back out. I do watch what I say when we are alone just to be respectful. It's never been a big deal. I smiled and started to say something but stopped short, knowing better and just smiled.

"You'd better watch what you say or I'll give you a spanking," He said with that smile He has.

I replied, "Or maybe I'll say it just to get a spanking."

I walked back into the living room where He was sitting in His chair. He pointed at the table and to the drink in my hand. I set it down and He took my other arm and began pulling me to the other side of His chair. I assumed He wanted me to kneel and began to do so. He tugged my arm upwards and pulled me across His lap. I smiled to myself as He edged my robe up over my ass and rested it on my lower back.

I was already excited. He's never pulled me over His lap and given me a spanking. It's something I wanted Him to do so badly and couldn't help but get wet as soon as I laid down. He took a second, almost like He was admiring the view. I'm sure it was magnificent. The first blow sent me well on my way to space. It hurt for just a second, moving quickly to a stinging but warm feeling. As He continued to spank me, the warm feeling spread throughout my body, my mind letting go.

He stopped and began to rub my ass and upper thighs. I was so aroused at this point; All I wanted to do was beg Him to slide His fingers into me and fuck me right there. But, I know better and let Him continue what He wanted.

"Someone is a little wet, aren't we?"

He began to spank me again, this time a bit harder and quicker. I began to moan and breathe heavily. He just kept going and I kept moaning and soaring. He finally stopped and rubbed my ass some more. His hand reached to my chin and lifted my face, and I slid off His lap to my knees next to Him.

God it felt amazing!! I just looked up at Him and smiled. He smiled back and pointed to the couch. I sat down and quickly finished my drink. He then said, "I want you to go into the bedroom, lay down on the bed nude with your collar still on, and get yourself wet for me."

I got up and did as I was told. I flipped the light out and laid down in the middle of the bed. I reached down and starting stroking my clit. I was so wet and aroused, the warmth of my freshly spanked ass adding to it all. I fingered myself and played with my breasts with the other hand, pinching and kneading. I heard Him coming towards the door and looked up at Him as He strolled in. He silently walked down to the end of the bed and stripped all of His clothing off and crawled into bed next to me. He looked me up and down as I fingered myself. I wanted Him terribly.

I moved closer to me and took my left breast into His mouth, sucking and nibbling. He moved on to the right nipple, sucking and nibbling hard. He made me moan and squirm, sending waves straight to my pussy. He moaned and smiled, "Maybe I should spank you more often."

My response was a moan and with that, he crawled on top of me, moving His dick against me. I reached down and rubbed Him against my clit, then moved Him to me pussy. With a gentle push, He entered me. Whenever we're together and when He first enters me, it feels amazing. I can't describe it.

He began to fuck me and I could feel myself getting wetter and wetter. I was too far into space and just moaned, grinding my hips back into Him, meeting His thrusts. He grabbed a handful of hair and pulled my head to one side, sucking and biting my neck and chest. He also used my hair as leverage to thrust into me. All of this does nothing but make me want more of Him.

He began to thrust harder and grunt. I knew He was close to cumming. He thrust deeper into me, grunting and breathing hard into my ear. He lifted His chest off mine and I felt Him tense up and felt Him come in me. I love watching Him come. There is just something about Him cumming and seeing His face and body when He comes that I find incredibly erotic. There's such an urgency in Him when He gets close.

Mmmm...my mind is drifting...

I may have to ask Him for spankings more often...I think I need to go take a cold shower now. So imagine my smile when I checked Patty's blog and saw this. I chuckled and left my suggestion for a caption. Go over and leave what you think she's thinking...

Things have been kind of crazy and busy the past few weeks, hence the lack of talking about what has been going on. Llama and I have finally been able to find more time together and we've been taking advantage of it.

We've had some wondedrful time alone together to play and get to know each other all over again. Talk has continued between us about moving in together, so that we can take our relationship to the next level. It has been agreed that we need to do this, and that it will happen. Now all that is left to do is to work out the details of it. This includes relocating her, since I am more established in my career than she is, and have a house. Once the details are ironed out, I would venture to say that it will only be a matter of weeks until she is living with me full time.

With that, comes some awesome responsibilities for us both, but we have discussed them all and we both feel that we are ready. For her, it will be another first. This will be her first time in a fully submissive relationship and living with her Dom, and it is a new and welcome change for me. I had spoken earlier about how I had not so much turned away from the D/s lifestyle, but had not found a suitable sub to undertake such a relationship with again. It was and is a welcomed surprise and it allows me to do all the wonderful and delicious things that I have missed for so long.

The other night, we were together after a rather long and vanilla day. We were in bed, and she was feeling a bit frisky. She asked if she may do the things to me that she knows I enjoy. I agreed to allow her to play, and to pleasure me. This she did, with skill and lustful desire. It was too good, in fact. She had me so relaxed and comfortable, that I actually drifted off to sleep. Yes, I was that sated and content. I awoke a short time later only to find her lying next to me in the dark, very, very upset. When I posed the question to her as to what was wrong, she became very aggitated and beligerant. She spouted off with the first things that entered her mind, completely forgetting her place in life. I knew better than to allow myself to get angry and lash back at her, because if I did I would regret it as would she. Instead, I calmly told her that what she had been doing was so good that it completely relaxed me and that she should be proud in the fact that she has that much skill and knows exactly what to do to put me in total ease and relaxation.

While I don't think she agreed with my assessment, she held her tounge the rest of the way and I instructed her to sleep, and we would discuss it in the morning. When we did talk about it the next day, she was still bitter and hurt, and she continued to be defensive and angry. She then told me that she was sorry for the things she had said, was ashamed for her reactions and her words, and asked for me to punish her as I saw fit for her indescretion. I thought about this for a moment and agreed that she needed to be put back in her proper place. I instructed her to strip her clothing off except for her panties, and go into the bedroom, lay face down on the bed and await my arrival. She complied at once without a word or any hesitation. I made her wait a few minutes before I went in and secured her to the bed, spread-eagle to the bed, face down. I then left her there to stew in her own thoughts and the emptyness of the room. After what I am sure seemed like an eternity to her, I entered the room and again, took my time before I began to work on her. I thought about which items I would use on her and what amount of punishment and pain I would deliver upon her.

I asked her if there was anything she wished to say before I proceeded and she simply said she was sorry for being a failure. This, caught me very much off guard. By no means is she a failure in any way. She simply needs to be reminded of things from time to time, as all tend to. I reasurred her that she was not a failure, and explained to her certain things, and reminded her of what was expected of her. For a moment, I actually considered releasing her from her bonds and removing her from the bed, without delivering a physical punishment. I briefly wondered if the psychological one would be enough. I decided that, no, that would not suffice in this situation. I also know from her having told me on different occasions, that no matter what I do to her she never feels it is enough. She multiplies it by a factor of 10 in her mind and is much harder on herself than I could or ever would be on her.

With that desicion having been made, I selected a sturdy, long handled oak paddle to start with. I delivered 20 evenly timed and randomly placed whacks to her buttocks, legs and hips. She was wimpering from the first shot, but never cried out or bagged for mercy. After the 20 shots with the paddle were delivered, I gave her a brief rest as I selected the next impliment to use on her. I settled on my own home made version of the cat-o-nine tails. Mine are somewhat more brutal than the commercial versions available, and this I only use with care and moderation. I also never use it for pleasure, only punishment due to the effects it delivers. I then administered another 20 shots to her, concentrating on her back, legs and thighs. The red marks and small welts quickly visible to me. Still, she never cried out, simply wimpered into the bed and waited for whatever else I had in mind.

After another short rest, I selected a cane from the closet and quickly delivered 15 blows to her buttocks, thighs and legs before I was satisfied this lesson was learned. I then removed my knife from its sheath and traced the blade along her back, neck and buttocks. This, I know, always turns her on. We have begun to experiment with knife play only recently, and to my surprise it excites her to know end. I didn't want her too euphoric from this, I wanted the stinging reminder of the punishment to linger with her for a while, and not be too quickly replaced with pleasure. I slid the blade down the long curve of her back and slid it under the waistband of her panites, slicing them off her in one swift motion.

Despite the recent punishment, I could see the glistening juices forming on the lips of her cunt, and could tell she was already getting aroused. I removed a butt plug from my bag, lubed her asshole up and began to slowly insert it. With this, she began to wimper more, and pleaded for me to stop. Her ass is very sensitive, and she loves anal sex probably more than regular vaginal sex. I didn't stop, though. I wanted to give her some pleasure after the pain from her punishment. I wanted her mind to start to drift into space, but I didn't want her to go all the way there. That, I wanted to save for later.

I inserted the plug all the way in, and then I told het to stay there until told otherwise. I left the room and closed the door and didn't return for about 30 minutes. At that point, I told her to get up and clean herself up and then come see me. Once she took her spot on the floor next to me, we discussed why I had punished her and the reason for me becoming angry at her. She was in her place once more, but a little more cowed than usual. She was looking in upon herself and trying to figure out where the outburst had come from. She was also, I know, still punishing herself and considering herself a failure still, although I addressed that issue with her again.

After a few hours, I called her into the bedroom, and told her I wanted to take a nap. She asked if she could join me, which I told her was fine. I had no real intention of sleeping, but that was ok. I told her if she wanted, she could resume where she had left off the night before, which she did. After a while, I decided it was time to tease her a bit. I got her good and worked up, nearly to a frenzy. She was begging me to take her in the ass and show her again who owned her. When I was good and ready, and felt I had her worked her up enough, I lubed up her ass once more and began to take her from behind. The marks from the mornings punishment all but gone now. I started in easy and slowly, allowing her the chance to adjust, soon she was grunting like an animal, begging for more, pleading with me to take her long and hard. With one thrust, I shoved my entire cock into her ass and she let out a squeal and then a load gutteral moan.

"Yeeessssssss Master! Oh, Yes! Fuck my ass, please, Master - use me like the slut I am. Use me for your pleasure Master!" With each utterance from her filthy mouth, my cock got harder and my thrusts harder and deeper until soon, we were both writhing along in a fast and furious rhythm. She continued to beg for more and more, telling me to give it to her harder and deeper. I reached under her and grabbed her voluptious breasts and she moaned hard. "Yes, Master - pull them, pinch them, squeeze them - HURT ME, PLEASE!!!!" It was all she could do to get the words out, she was moaning and panting like a dog in heat.

After several minutes, I felt the swelling in my balls, and I knew it was only going to take a few more thrusts to send me over the edge into a hard orgasm and cum in her ass. I had a left hand full of tit and a right hand full of her hair, pulling her head up and back off the bed, "Yes, Master! YES! More, Oh, I don't know how much more I can take! Please Master, Cum in my assssssss" she hissed. "Cum Master, Please cum in my ass now!" She was almost screaming through the moans and pants, trying to catch her breath without success. And that was all it took, I was there - and I flooded her ass with a huge hot load of my cum, and fell on top of her. She had a big smile on her face, she was as sated and satisfied as I was. "Ummmmm....Hmmmmmm.... that was what I needed Master, Ohhhhhhhhh - Thank You Master!"

I held her for several minutes and wiped the sweat and matted hair from her face, giving her a long, lingering kiss. Once we both caught our breath, we got cleaned up and went about the rest of our day, each with a smile on our faces, and her with a bit of a glassy stare in her eyes. It took a couple hours for her to fully come down from the euphoria I had put her in. All in all, not a bad way to spend an afternoon.