"Tied up and twisted, the way I like to be."

I always had a love for DMB's "Crash Into Me." It somewhat describes me; I'm completely in love, in lust, and I'm passionate, wanton, and sometimes I beg to Him on my knees. I'm crazy about Him and addicted to Him. When He's not here, I cannot wait for Him to call - the sound of His voice...

When He's here, there's nothing better than being around Him as much as I can. I cling to Him at times. When He's passionate with me, I melt. When He ties me up, twisting my mind and body in which ever way He pleases, I'm His and only His. He is the only thing that exists in my world and I crave that attention, that connection. I've never in my life felt that strong of a connection with another human being. And after He's done, I want nothing but for Him to do it again.

I'm not quite sure what clicked or even what changed but ever since the night of the infamous massage, I have felt so alive with an energy I can't describe except to say that it's a sexual energy. No, I do not mean that I've all the sudden become this ranging sex nymphomaniac. Much the opposite. This energy must be linked to the fact that I feel very sexy and much less guarded. Psychiatrists might say that I've become more comfortable with my 'sexual-self,' that I've come into my own, and embraced the fact that I'm a sexual creature. There's nothing deviant about it, nothing disgusting about it.

I'm a woman who is lucky enough to have a man and Master who sees me as beautiful, sexy, and desirable. I had a hard time accepting that but with Master always reassuring me, it was only a matter of time before I saw and felt it.

I felt it after another romp with the back massager. I was still lying on my back, in complete and utter bliss after having a couple of orgasms. I was flying high above the clouds and enjoying every second that I could. Master stepped by the dresser to put a new pair of underwear on. We chuckled about something I can't remember, when I motioned with my finger for Him to come closer.

He stepped to the edge of the bed where I was, with shorts in hand. His cock was hanging at the right level and without any coaxing, I took Him into my mouth and began to clean Him off. I was lucky enough to be able to suck out the last few drop of cum from Him. He sighed loudly.

"Do you know how erotic that is? Oh my God..."

I just looked up into His eyes and sucked a little more before letting Him slide out of my mouth. I could feel a sly smile creeping across my face and a glint in my eyes.

And in that very instant, it all changed. It was my awakening I guess you could say.

I feel sexy and feminine; I feel like I move more gracefully and carry myself with an air of confidence. I've noticed the attention that comes along with it as well. I'm much more comfortable when Master is with me because no man takes a second look. When alone, there have been a couple times when I felt like I was an object. That disgusts me because I know that the man is merely looking at my body. There have also been a couple of times when a man has looked me up and down and the feeling was different; and all I do is smile because they will never get me. They will never experience me as Master does.

I have one Master and I belong to Him; hair, eyes, breasts, legs, ass, smile, mind, and soul. I crave His attention and His love. I will never kneel in front of another unless it is something He requires of me. I will never be with another unless He wants it. My everything is His.

As I said, something changed; something deep inside is now different and very much alive...

I need a Massage

In my wildest dreams, I would never have thought such an innocent action and item could have such wonderful and gratifying results. It started out so simply, so vanilla - it's scary, really.

The purchase of a simple hard, plastic back massager started out one of the most intense, and erotic nights we have had in a long time. It is nothing more than a plastic handle, with 4 arms on it with rounded, balled feet. They do not move or spin, it's all one piece of hard molded plastic. After a busy day, I suggested to Llama that she use the new massager on my back, and see how good it worked. She did so, and I was instantly enjoying the feeling, and could feel the tension leave my body.

After a few minutes of her working on my back, she decided to slide it down over my butt. WOW! What a feeling! Within seconds, I felt my cock getting a bit stiff. She continued to work down each leg and to my feet. Whoa Nellie! I was in heaven. Once she saw the result of her actions, she asked if I might like to try it on the front side. That was an easy choice, as I quickly rolled over. She started on my chest and worked her way down. She went down each leg and came back up to my groin. Once there, she worked it over my cock and balls. I thought I was going to explode right then. It was that good.

She was eager to find out for herself. "Master" she whispered into my ear "Will you use it on me now?" But, of course! I had her lay on her stomach and ran it up and down her back, over her butt and down each leg, then the insides of her thighs. I had her roll over after a few minutes, and worked it over her chest, breasts, belly and down each leg. I came back up with it and over her pelvis and finally, right on her pussy. Her eyes rolled back in her head, her jaw dropped open, and she began to make noises I had never heard before!

I worked on her with it for several more minutes, then had a devious idea. If it worked that good on the outside.........

I slid one of the balled feet into her pussy, and moved it around so that one of the other, smaller balled feet was massaging her asshole. That did it. She was gone. Her hand about flew to her clit and she began playing with it so hard and fast, I knew it would not take long to send her over the edge. I was slowly sliding it in and out of her pussy, with the other ball rubbing her ass and the remaining 2 balls hitting the inside of her thigh. Before long, she was begging me to take it out and fuck her. Well, why the hell not. I pulled it out, put her legs over my shoulders and with one easy motion, slid right in to her well soaked pussy. She let out a scream of pleasure, I am sure the neighbors heard. It only took about 30 seconds and she was cumming, and cumming hard. She clamped down and begged me to stop. I didn't. I kept ramming into her, sending wave after wave of orgasm through her body, until finally I exploded deep inside her.

I feel on top of her, so spent and sated, I thought I had died and gone to heaven. After we caught our breath, I rolled over to look at her. "That was the best $4.00 I have ever spent in my entire life!" I said to her, and she laughed so hard, she had tears in her eyes. When she calmed down some, she said she was still so horny, that it would take nothing at all to come again. Well, why not? I handed her the massager and told her to go to it. She took it, grinned and slid it back in her pussy. One hand worked the angle of the large balled foot in and out, and the other played with her clit. Within a few minutes, she was moaning and bucking against it. I crawled down her body to watch.

She was so wet, the juices were dripping out her pussy, down the crack of her ass and onto the bed. She started to whimper. "Master..... please fuck me again! I can't get the angle just right, and I am soooooooooooooo close to cumming. Please, Master - give me another!"

How could I say no to that? I pulled out the massager, and slid my still, half-hard cock back in to her. It had only been about 10 minutes since our mind-blowing orgasms, and I have never been able to get aroused that quickly again. It didn't take much, my cock was rock hard again, and I was ramming in and out of her with all I had. She started screaming again, and lost all control over her body as she bucked, thrashed and squirmed beneath me. She flooded my cock with her juices and begged me to come on her. That did it - I was there. I felt myself ready to explode again - after only what?!?!?!?! 4 minutes??????? Holy Shit! I pulled my cock out, stroked the shaft a few times, and delivered another huge load all over her belly, cunt and legs. I collapsed onto the bed next to her, trying to catch my breath.

Screw Viagra! I'm buying me another one of those massagers.

Play Time

Last Monday was another busy day for both Llama and I. We both had our normal daily responsibilites to deal with. Later Monday night, I had promised her we would spend some time alone together have a lengthy BDSM session.

To start the evening, I sent her to shower and prepare herself. She has a nice little collection of lingerie and such, and depending on my mood, I instruct her at to what I want her to wear. For this particular night, I was feeling rather whorish. I had her dress in her favorite, a black corset, garter belt, black thigh-highs and black heels. I also told her to do her hair and make up, that I wanted her to look as sluty as possible.

While she went about her preparations, I began to get a few things ready myself. Normally, we use the garage as a type of dungeon. I have several items that I use in there, that are collapsible, so I can put them away when not in use - and anyone visiting our home is none the wiser. But, for this night, I had other plans in mind and wanted to surprise her. We were going to use several rooms of the house, with rather ordinary furniture with a few simple, harmless and reversible modifications.

As I waited for her to get ready, I prepared the different rooms and pieces of furniture, lit candles through out the house, and retrieved items I knew I would want to use. I also got out or selection of toys and bondage equipment. I was ready before her, and I sat watching TV until she was finished getting ready. Soon enough, she emerged from the bedroom and approached. She has her assigned place, kneeling on the floor next to me. She took her position, and awaited my instructions. She didn't need to wait long.

I handed her the set of wrist and ankle restraint cuffs, and instructed her to put them on. While she did this, I took out the 5 foot ladder I had waiting in the corner, and set it up in the middle of the floor. She already had her collar on, and I hooked her leash to it. I then placed her blindfold on her. I took the leash, and led her to the ladder, and stood her in front of it and placed her hands through the rungs to the other side. I spread her legs, and tied each leg to the sides of the ladder. I then secured her hands to the front of the ladder, and then pulled her head down to the front by the leash and securing it to the bottom of the ladder. She was effectively secured and the final step was to place her ball gag in her mouth. Once completed, I began working on her with the small cat-o-nines. Slowly at first, then faster and harder. After several minutes, I switched to the larger cat-o-nines. Again, slow and lightly at first, picking up the pace and the intensity with time. She was soon moaning through the gag and writhing against her restraints. After that, I switched to the paddles, two different kinds. A small round one, then the larger, solid oak one. All of the above implements were used her her ass, legs, back, thighs and shoulders. By the time I was finished, her entire backside was a bright red color and she was zoned out. I undid the ropes and restraints, and helped her to her feet.

She was solidly in space by this point, and I helped her walk (for her, float) into the next room. I helped her climb up on the table, and laid her on her stomach. After a few minutes of securement, she was ready for more. I started with binding her legs together, then her hands straight behind her back, then hog-tied her, arching her back and up. I let her stay in this position for a few minutes, while I made additional preparations.

Once I was ready, I undid the restraints, turned her over, and secured her in a spread-eagle on the table. I undid her corset, exposing her lovely body to me. I removed her gag, and played with her body. Het tits, her pussy; all over I stroked, rubbed, pinched, slapped and licked. I worked on her clit with my hand, then with a vibrator. Soon, I fully inserted the vibrator in her pussy and left it there. Before she knew it, I had clipped her nipples with clamps, and ran the chain through the ring on her collar. This pulled her breasts up and out. Any movement of her head would be felt in her tits. Once I had her good and worked up, I lit a candle and held it over her body. I waited for the wax to melt enough for me to use on her. This is still new for her, and even in space, she has a hard time dealing with it. I only hit her with a few drops of wax that time, enough to get her attention and refocus her thoughts on her body.

After that, it was more of the same with the different floggers and paddles on the front of her body. She had no concept of time. No idea which end was up, where she was, or what would happen to her next. The more I worked her over, the higher she soared. After almost 2 full hours of bondage and play - I was ready for her. I undid her restraints, and removed all the items from her body. I helped her to the couch, where I hung her legs over the side and easily entered her. She was moaning from the start, and it only got louder as I continued. After all the time leading up to it, it was only a matter of minutes before we both were over the edge. Her first, and as soon as I felt those muscles tighten down and the moans get louder, I came long and hard, deep inside her. I almost lost my balance and fell onto her, it was so intense.

After a few minutes to recover, I got up - leaving her there to slowly come down. It took almost 30 minutes before she was even able to sit up straight and speak, and even then - she was still out of it for quite some time to follow. After a long time, she was coherent enough to get up and clean up the toys we had used. I then instructed her to get into bed. I soon followed, where we held each other as we fell asleep.

This and That

The Llama and I have had a few days of life interpreted. We've become busy with the day to day aspects of life and have not had much time to play. While she is always in her proper place, submitting to my desires, we don't always find the time for the sexual expressions of our D/s relationship. We still manage to have sex on a regular basis, but it is often just short and maybe a little "vigorous", with some light spanking or hair pulling - but not a full blown session with bondage or the fulfillment of our fetishes.

Llama and I have been discussing for some time, the fact that I want her to get some piercing. Tonight, I was talking to her again about it. She has expressed to me in the past some reluctance to do this, because of the pain associated with it, and the fear of the unknown. She was also concerned about the impact it would have on her body should some day we decide to have kids, and the breast feeding of them. We did some research, and found there is no evidence that nipple piercing have a negative impact on the ability to breast feed later in life. As long as they are removed a period of time prior to conception. After that, she was more receptive to do it, and has agreed that we will have it done in the near future.

We also talked about bringing another woman into a sexual encounter with us. She has some reservations, but has also expressed the desire to try it, at least once. She is curious about what it would be like to be with another woman. This is something that we have talked about even before we got together in our relationship and before she chose to become my submissive. She asked me several questions about what the limits would be, how it would effect our relationship, and what the outcome may be for us. I listened to her concerns and answered all her questions. She is still a bit apprehensive, but I think after our lengthy discussion about it, she feels a bit more comfortable with the prospect of trying it. She wanted some reassurance that it would not have any adverse effects on our relationship. I promised her that it won't and that settled her mind some. It will not be something we do today or tomorrow, but at some point it will happen. We would have to find the right girl that we both like, and the timing and circumstances would have to be right.

Yesterday was a vanilla day. Llama and I spent time doing work around the house that I had been avoiding for way too long. We would pass paths throughout the day, as we each completed the tasks I set forth for her, and myself. She did everything as instructed. Despite the fact that she is always in her submissive role with me, and was doing what she was told to do by me, it was still a pretty vanilla day. Our neighbor kept coming over to ask a question, or to offer to give us something she was throwing out, or to get an opinion on yardwork she was doing, etc. Needless to say, we kind of had to behave ourselves for the most part - hence the vanilla day.

Several times during the day, she would make little comments or innuendo to me, about what we might do that night after all the work was done, and the doors were locked. I finally told her that she could be assured that I would be working her over, and but good later in the evening. She looked at me and grinned, with a little spark of lust in her eyes.

We continued on with our tasks and finally got done with everything much later than I had anticipated. By the time we were done and had eaten dinner, we were pretty tired. She asked me if we were still going to play, and I told her we would. She asked if she may take a shower before hand, and I agreed that it would be a good idea after a day of hard work. She went off to the bathroom to clean up, and I watched TV until she was done.

Once she emerged, she asked how I wanted her attired. I told her to put her collar on and lay on the bed, naked, face down. I came in a few minutes later, to find her ready and waiting as instructed. I climbed on top of her, still clothed. I rubbed my bulging cock along the crack of her ass and bit at her neck, ears and shoulders - eliciting moans and grunts of pleasure. I then instructed her to roll over onto her back. I got on top of her again, and began to pleasure her again. I started with her neck and chest, sucking her nipples into my mouth and running my teeth over them. I rubbed her tits, and ran my fingernails down her belly. I then slid down her body and started to work on her inner thighs with my teeth and tongue. I hit her pussy with my tongue, and she moaned louder. Soon, she was squirming on the bed beneath me. I took her pussy lips into my mouth, and sucked and nibbled and gnawed at them, my tongue darting into her pussy and hitting her clit. I then took her clit into my mouth and began to really work on her.

This always sends her to orgasm very, very quickly. I felt her body tighten, her breathing quicken and the moans increase. Her legs clamped down on my head and she let out a loud moan, her back arched off the bed and she grabbed at my head trying to pull away as the waves of pleasure washed over her. I wasn't done yet. I continued to eat her out, not letting up, taking her clit in my teeth and nibbling on it. She started to grunt, and tried in vain to pull away. The sensitivity of her clit once she comes almost causes her pain when I continue on, and this is precisely what I wanted. After I was satisfied she had suffered enough, I slid out from between her legs, and wiped all the delicious juice from my face that she had flooded me with. I then instructed her to roll over on to her front again, which she did in a dreamy state of compliance. I then inserted her vibrator into her pussy, and went to get some toys.

I started on her back with the rubber cat-o-nines, and worked all over her back, ass, legs, feet and shoulders. She was already zooming in space, and was moaning and groaning without thinking about it. I then switched to the solid oak paddle for her ass. I went easy on her with this, as it was for pleasure and not punishment. I concentrated my strokes on her ass and thighs, and the red marks were starting to form from the strikes. After a few more minutes with the paddle, I switched over to my home made cat-o-nines, which only recently I have started using on her for pleasure. These are much heavier than the average commercial ones you can buy, and they can deliver a great deal of pain. I was working her over with them pretty good, but carefully. I didn't put too much strength into the strokes, only enough to bring some lovely red marks to her back, shoulders, ass and legs. Finally, I switched over to the cane. Again, for the purpose of pleasure and not punishment, I go easy on her with this. I delivered strikes all over the back of her body in a random pattern and watched as the small red welts began to rise.

Once I decided she had enough foreplay, I told her to roll back over on her back, and to ensure the vibrator stayed in her pussy. She complied and lay spread eagle on the bed, and kept her eyes closed as she had been instructed. I climbed on the bed between her legs, withdrew the vibrator and slid my cock into her pussy. She grimaced a bit and let out a groan of pain. I asked her if she was ok, and she nodded, but I was not convinced. We had had a pretty rough session of sex a few nights earlier and she had informed me the morning after it that she was chaffed and a bit raw. I had assumed that she was recovered from this after the few days in between, but soon realized that she had not. I took my time sliding in and out of her, and was working her pussy with my cock and then reached over to apply the vibrator to her clit. Again, I saw a grimace on her face, and asked her again is she was ok. She said she was, and I continued on for a few more minutes, but could tell she was in discomfort. I pulled out of her, and she let out a sigh of relief. I then told her to remain in that position. I went to the dresser and retrieved a candle and a lighter.

We had talked about wax play recently, and she told me that she had never experienced it and wanted to try it. I was more than happy to take the opportunity to bring her another first. I lit the candle and watched the flame melt the wax on the tip of it until there was enough to start dripping it on her. I leaned over the bed and began to drip a few drops on her left breast. She let out a yelp when the first few drops of wax hit her, and I stopped to let her get used to the sensation. I then repeated the same thing on the right breast, and again a yelp elicited her mouth. While some couples do not use safe words, I still allow her to have and use hers, as she is still new and learning her limits. She rarely uses it, and last night she did not utter it, either. Although, I knew she had slipped out of space. The combination of the discomfort from the fucking I had given her with the added new sensation of the wax was too much for her at one time and she was not enjoying it. I waited a moment, and decided to try one more time with the wax. I let a few more drops land on her breasts, and again I saw the grimace on her face and she let out yet another yelp. I blew out the candle and replaced it on the dresser.

I returned to the bed and lifted her legs, slid between them and inserted my cock once more into her pussy to finish fucking her. She cried out, but never uttered the safe word. I slowed down, and tried to give her a chance to adjust, but she had a look of pain screwed on her face, with her eyes tightly shut. This lasted only a minute or two, and I decided that she had had enough. I pulled out of her and told her we were done, and went into the bathroom to clean up.

When I emerged, she was was curled up in a ball on the bed, sobbing uncontrollably. She began to blubber to me, wanting to know why I had stopped. I told her that I expected, and demanded that she tell me whenever something I am doing to her is causing her undue pain. Pain delivered for the purpose of pleasure is one thing, but when she is still raw and chaffed from our previous frolicking, she should have told me and I didn't like being lied to. She said she didn't lie, that all she needed was some additional lubrication. I told her she should have told me, rather than remain silent. She was crying so hard, she couldn't put the words together in a full sentence. I told her I asked her several different times if she was ok, and she had said she was, and that she was lying to me - and I will not tolerate that. I told her to clean up, and I went out into the living room.

After a few minutes, I called to her to come in to me. She took her place on the floor next to me on her knees and waited. I reminded her what I expected of her, and told her the next time she lied to me like that, that she would be severely punished. She protested, but I cut her off. I reminded her to hold her tongue and not talk back and argue with me, less she earn a punishment right then and there. She was crying softly, but complied.

After I was done telling her my piece, I went back to the bedroom leaving her there kneeling alone. Once I laid in the bed, I called to her to come in. I was still angry with her, and now I was horny and had a case of blue balls. I told her in no uncertain terms I was not about to go to bed like that, and told her to blow me. She dove between my legs and began to lick and suck at my cock and balls. After a few minutes, and my dick was sufficiently hard, I told her to get the lubricant and apply it to herseslf, because I was going to fuck her again.

She did this, and I laid her on her back and easily slid my cock into her pussy. I started slow, then picked up the pace. Soon, I had her legs over my shoulders and her back off the bed as I pounded again and again into her drenched pussy. It didn't take long before I was ready to explode, and I reached down and grabbed her hair - something she always loves. I took a fistful of hair and pulled her head hard to one side and soon I was over the edge and exploded with a load of cum in her pussy. We fell apart on the bed and both caught our breath, with a big smile on my face and a far off gaze on hers.

We talked later about it, and all is once again well. The anger I had was all gone, and we fell together to drift off to sleep. We talked about it again this morning, and I assured her that all was well and that she had nothing to worry about, that she and I were fine. The situation had been sufficiently dealt with, she had learned a lesson that would not need to be repeated, and that was the end of it.