Marked

Life around here has been very busy for both of us. We've not had a lot of time to ourselves to play. In terms of domination and such, I've kept up with the house work and done the things He's asked but there's been no time for any play, scenes, or even just sex. By the time evening comes, we're both exhausted or He's still working and I have things from work that need taken care of.

We've taken time and spent it together watching a movie and snuggling on the couch, or running errands together, or snuggling in bed before falling asleep. Master and I have also been under the weather which hasn't helped things. I know I'm attractive when I can't breathe and I'm coughing all night.

Friday wasn't the best for me and I cried on Master's shoulder while I was making dinner. The day started out badly from the moment I got out of bed. I had a few drinks, probably more than I should've and was falling asleep as soon as the kitchen was clean. Master and I both turned in early; all I wanted to do was sleep, let the day go, and let the alcohol drag me to sleep. Master had other plans.

As we laid in bed, my getting comfy, Master said something about scratching my back. I think He may have been being sarcastic, I don't remember. But at hearing that, I smiled and flipped onto my stomach and said, "OK." He clips his nails rather short but there's always just enough. He started running His nails up and down my back, scratching it lightly. I giggled and told Him that it tickled and that He needed to scratch harder.

He obliged and began scratching me, pushing His nails into me. I shivered and moaned lightly as He continued, having to draw in a few deep breaths. I squirmed and enjoyed the sensations as He pressed harder and harder; and soon turning into pain. I could feel my arousal growing quickly. I needed Him at that point.

He stopped with me commenting that bad things had happened. I rolled over to go to sleep, figuring He was too tired from the day and all it's stresses. "Strip," was His reply. I did so carefully- not only was I slightly tipsy but I was now in some type of space. It wasn't sub-space but more like a daze. I climbed back into bed and was pushed down to His rock hard cock. I took Him into my mouth and began to suck while He began to scratch me again, even harder now. I had to pull my mouth off to get some air and push my hair aside and was more then eager to get back down to business but Master sat up and forced me onto my stomach.

I felt His body on top me, preventing me from moving or doing as I pleased. He teased me with the head of His cock, rubbing my clit, not entering me all of the way. After what seemed like an eternity, He entered me and began to fuck me with short strokes. I could feel an orgasm already and asked if I could play with my clit. He allowed me to slide both hands underneath me, which prevented even more movement. His hands roamed my body, scratching me, slapping my ass. His nails burned up my back and tingled after He stopped a stroke. His hands found my hair and throat, demanding my attention, His teeth biting me rather hard on my back and shoulders.

With all of this going on, I couldn't focus on my orgasm; I never stopped stroking my clit though. Playing with my clit always adds more depth to my feelings of pleasure. Master bit and chocked me more and more. He pulled out and flipped me over, pulling me to Him and plunging back into me. He pulled my ankles to His shoulders and fucked me hard. For some reason, I always cum fairly quickly in this position; there was no exception this time either. I came within a minute or two with Master following soon after.

Of course, the day came flooding out and I layed there and cried. Master was already tired beforehand, asked me if I was alright. He dozed off slightly after that. I got up a couple minutes later to clean up and get dressed again. I like sleeping naked next to Master but I always get cold and end up waking up several times trying to get warm. I crawled back into bed and into His arms. We snuggled until falling asleep.

Needless to say, His nails and teeth left their mark on me. I proudly sport those marks of ownership around town as I go about my daily routine. Of course, no one can see them, they are well hidden by clothing and far from public view. Nontheless, I know what and who I am, and I know who owns me.

I'll teach you to tease me

She knows better than to tease me. When I'm in a playful mood, it's fine. If I'm not, look out. Even if I am in a playful mood, if the teasing goes to far, it will eventually turn to something else. This is not a bad thing, in fact it usually turns to something rather vigorous and passionate.

This afternoon she was teasing me on the couch. It was innocent enough, but soon I got tired with it, and I started giving it back. After a few minutes, I announced I was going to lay down to take a nap. I had every intention of actually sleeping for a couple hours. She asked what she should be doing. I told her she could do whatever or, if she liked, she could join me in bed for a nap.

I expected her to come in and lay down next to me in her normal manner and we would both drift off for a later afternoon nap. She had other ideas, and was apparently still in a playful mood. She started pushing, prodding and pinching me. Of course, I didn't allow that to go on too long, before I grabbed both her wrists and restrained her. I gave her a few pinches on her arms and her ass for good measure, as well. That got her more excited than she already was. Soon, she was fighting back just so I would pinch her more, hold her down tighter, and get rougher with her. She was being a brat, and I was loving it.

It worked, and soon she was in a frenzy.......... begging me to take her. How could I refuse... despite the fact I wanted a nap and had things to do later on?

It was not kind, it was not soft, it was not gentle. I grabbed her roughly, yanked her clothes off, and took her hard and fast. She never knew what hit her. It only took about 2 minutes, and she started to squirm beneath me, the sign her orgasm is building. Then she started to squeal, and buck, and her legs clamped around me and she tried to hold me still as I pounded her. It was futile on her part, the more she fought, the harder I thrust in and out of her. Soon, she climaxed and it was over, then it was my turn. I felt my balls tighten, and soon enough I was filling her with my seed. We fell onto the bed in a sweaty heap. Only 10 minutes had passed, and we were spent. Not a bad way to kill an afternoon nap.

Time slips away

The last week had been filled with normal life events. There has not been much time for anything else. Llama is still well on track with her training and is learning more and more each day about her submissiveness and serving me. It is always nice to come home at the end of a long, hard day and be greeted by her at the front door with a smile and a gleam in her eyes. Usually, I hear something like, "Hello Master, welcome home. Dinner is on and will be ready soon. How was your day?" That leads to a conversation about the events in both our days. I get to hear about what she has done all day, and she listens to me tell her about what I have done.

We have had some long conversations lately about her training and progress. As always, I encourage her to talk to me about her desires, fears, thoughts, and concerns. One such conversation was about the impending piercings. I have agreed to hold off on this for a while to allow her more time to adjust to the concept of it. She expressed real apprehension, but of course said she would do whatever I wished. After carefully listening to her concerns, considering the options, and discussing it with her, I decided that it will be best for her to wait a while longer, and it will not hurt anything to do so. She knows I will never do anything to her that will harm her, and I always want to hear what she has to say.

One other turn of events that was kind of a bummer, was the postponement of the 'play party' we were invited to. I had talked to P last week, and she reluctantly informed me that there were scheduling conflicts with a few of the people that were supposed to attend. So, it will most likely be some time next month before she hosts it. In addition, she had been telling me about her Master & Mistress. She is in an unusual situation and relationship with them.

It would seem that he is a switch. They are a married couple, and he is submissive to her, but when P is with them, he is a top to P who has always been a sub from the day I met her. Additionally, the wife does not play much with P, but mostly sits back and watches or at the party, plays with others. The couple also had another female sub that was in training to them. She has recently requested to be released from their training collar. I have not met any of these people yet, so I am trying to understand the details as P explains them to me. Something to do with differing views on what level of submission she should be giving them. All I know for sure is the P is very happy being collared by this couple, and is anxious for me to meet them.

The other day, Llama informed me that she was in need of some things, mostly some new clothing. She explained that it had been quite some time since she had purchased any day to day clothes for herself. The only recent purchases that I had made for her, or she had made on my instructions, were for lingerie or things to be worn for play, during a session, or for special nights out. So, I instructed her to go out the other day when she was off, and purchase what she needed. She is always hesitant to ask for money, since I control the finances. I assured her it was ok, and gave her permission to spend a few hundred dollars on the credit card to get what she needed. She came back with a bunch of new stuff, but I guess I am out of touch with the fashion world, because I thought she would have been able to get more than what she did for the money. No to say she is not a good and thrifty shopper, I am just amazed at the prices of clothes these days. Well, what do I expect? I wear mostly jeans and t-shirts when away from work, and most of my clothing comes from WalMart and places like that. I am not in to brand names or labels. I only buy clothes for me when I am in dire need of something.

Other than that, not much has been going on. With our individual careers as busy as they are, this last week has not lent any time for play or a session. I hope to remedy that this week. I know we have a few days coming up that our schedules are not going to be as hectic as they have been.

So, that's about it. Didn't want anyone to think we had disappeared or quit writing. We've just both been insanely busy as of late. I will try and update more, or have Llama do it.

Creation of a Pain Slut

I suppose that Master has a new plan for me. I'm to become a pain slut and my first lesson was yesterday afternoon. How delicious??? Mmm..

The morning was spent getting the house cleaned up and errands run. About noon, we found ourselves in the kitchen.

"The way you reacted to some things last night, I bet you could become quite the little pain slut."

This caught me completely off guard. I looked at Him..."What?! You've got to be kidding me."

All I could see were the times when He applied more pain and I crumbled. After my first OTK spanking, I've become quite a fan of a good spanking every couple of days. It really keeps my head in the right place and keeps my insecurities at bay. I like knowing that He enjoys enforcing His dominance.

But His comment blew my mind. What was He talking about? I scoffed at the idea and went in to straighten up our bedroom. He came in while I was making the bed and went into the closet. I really thought nothing of it, even when I heard Him rummaging through something. My mind was on the things that needed done for the day. He came out and snapped His fingers at me. It's an instant attention getter and lets me know He wants something done immediately.

He pulled me across His lap and began to spank me with the paddle. Oh, He warmed me up rather nicely. He stopped and had me turn around and face the other way so it was easier for Him to get a good angle. He worked my ass, thighs, and my pussy through my jeans. He worked me up good and I could soon feel the warmth of the strikes spreading ever so nicely throughout my body.

"Get up," He commanded. He had to help me get to the standing position, my legs being rather unsteady. We both went about our business, me with a sly smile on my face. As the afternoon went on, I made the comment that He'd worked me up good.

"You worked me up nicely Master. You probably could've kept going and spanking me harder and harder if You wanted to."

I sat down in the living room and began to read through the blogs I read on a daily basis. I was right in the middle of one blog I'm very interested in....

"Hey..."

I look up at Him and He motioned me to follow. I did do, and wound up in the bedroom.

"Strip naked,lay face down on the bed, hands under your stomach, playing with yourself. I'll be back."

I just smiled, nodded, and did as He said. I was already a little wet from my spanking earlier so getting turned on was not difficult. I closed my eyes and let my fingers do their magic. I heard Him come back into the room and heard the bag being set on the floor, next to the bed. I imagine that He just stood there and watched me for a moment.

I think He began with the rubber cat-o-nines. After a few strokes, He changed to the regular cat-o-nines and with that, I was on my way to space. He went about striking me up and down my body. I just moaned and enjoyed every little touch and strike. He stopped and I once again, heard rummaging in the bag. I was rewarded with the touch of a dildo. I wasn't quite ready for it but a little K.Y. solved that problem and He fucked me slowly while I was still playing with myself. I was stroking my clit up and down while all of this was happening. He then returned to striking me; the paddle, the cat-o-nines, maybe the oak paddle. I don't remember.

I can only remember being so far gone. I could no longer hear the music that was blaring throughout the house. I couldn't hear the sound of whatever implement He'd chosen coming down to me. Every inch of skin from my shoulders to my butt was alive and tingling. He began to strike me harder, eliciting louder and louder moans. I was so in the zone.

He stopped once again but by this time, I couldn't hear anything. The next sensation I felt was the cold shock of lube being dripped down the crack of my ass. Slowly, He worked He cock deep into my ass, aided by my pushing backwards, wanting every inch I could get. I still had the dildo in my pussy, and was playing with my clit. The weight of His body pushing me down, feeling cool against the warmth of my back and ass. He began to fuck my ass, taking short strokes, letting me get use to all the different sensations.

He slowly began to take longer strokes. I had both hands under me; one stroking and the other trying to hold the dildo in. I could feel His balls against my fingers. From what I could feel, I thought I had the vibrator in me and asked Master to turn it on so we could both feel the vibrations. He pulled out to retrieve the vibrator, sliding it up my pussy and turning it on. He slid back into my ass without much trouble. At this point, He began to bite me. God, I love the sting!!

Well, He kept on biting me, pushing me farther and farther out and closer and closer to the edge: the edge of my limits and to the edge of an orgasm at the same time. I was experiencing such conflicting signals - my mind gave up long before this point. WOW!

I fingered myself furious. I could feel my orgasm getting closer and closer. I began to beg Master to let me cum. I needed to cum so bad, I needed the release. He growled, "Cum now," into my ear and I came right there and so hard. I shuddered and moaned loudly through one and was pleased to have another one right one top of the first. There was no break! I damn near screamed. Waves of exquisite pleasure and pain surged through me. As if on cue, Master began to bite harder and harder. God it hurt so good.

I could tell He was getting close to cumming by His breathing and grunting. He grabbed my hair with one hand and placed His other around my neck, squeezing just enough. He bit me four time in rapid succession, sending me just past my limit. I couldn't get my safe word out to save my life. He came deep in my ass and pulled out slowly.

I couldn't move. I was so far out in space and in quite a bit of pain. My shoulders were killing me; my neck and jaw hurt from being in an awkward position for so long. I just laid there and tried to catch my breath. Master made His way into the bathroom and started a shower. After a few minutes, I realized that it probably wouldn't be a bad idea to hop in the shower too. I managed to get onto my own two feet and shuffled to the bathroom. I joined Master right before He was finished. My back was on fire. Master smiled and chuckled at His handy work.

"I do good work."

Yes you do Master. Yes you do.

The rest of the evening was spent carefully. My tank top hurt when it grazed my back. After a few hours, the really bad pain waned and now I'm left with a very pleasant reminder of just who I am, where my position in life is and who owns me and this ass. My shoulders have black and blue welts in a couple or few places. The rest is bruised and was still slightly red earlier today. Too bad Master didn't take pictures immediately afterwards. I almost wish He would've. Tomorrow, He may snap a couple shots. I'm impressed and quite pleased with the outcome.

I wouldn't expect any less from my Master. He knows...

Invitations

For about the last month, I have let Llama do the writing here. Often times, I have told her what I wanted her to write about, and then let her handle it, proofing it in the end. I rarely change anything she writes. Yesterday, I got an interesting phone call, and by the time I was done with it, it had set the devious little wheels in my brain to spinning.

The phone call was from an old friend, P, who is a sub. I hadn't talked to her in close to 2 years, and had wondered what she had been up to. We had lost touch. It wasn't due to a fight or anything of that sort, we had just drifted apart and hadn't talked in a long while. P and I had played together for a while, long before I had ever known about or met Llama. We didn't have a romantic relationship, just a physical one. We would get together every so often for play sessions, and that was about it. After I got off the phone with P, I told Llama all about her, and the conversation. Eventhough I am her Dom, I don't have any secrets from her.

So, the call from P was a bit of a surprise. She filled me in on what has been going on in her life over the past couple years, to include her having become collared to a couple. She also told me about parties she has been having at her house, play parties. She has them about once a month, several couples and some single subs and Doms attend, and they have a good time. She told me about the spanking bench and the St.Andrews Cross she has set up, and the different themes that they do. This upcoming party will be a Protocol Dinner. Then she proceeded to invite us to attend the dinner and the following play party, some time this month. Sounded great to me. I told Llama about it, and she was a bit apprehensive at first. She still thinks she is not ready for anything of that nature. After a bit of time to think about it, she told me she was feeling more comfortable with the idea. Especially after I told her that more than likely, we would just watch the first time, to give her a chance to get used to it and get at ease. That really made her feel better, and she thanked me for that.

During that conversation, my devious mind was working overtime. I formulated a plan for the evening, after the days activities were done. I waited until later that night, and then set the plan into motion. I sent her into the bedroom to get ready, in her school girl outfit. Once she was attired as instructed, she presented herself to me, and I instructed her to take her place, kneeling next to me on the floor. A few minutes went by, and I went to get things prepared. Soon as I was ready for her, I summoned her to the bedroom. She was told to kneel at the foot of the bed, and she did. She was then blindfolded and her arms secured over a pole resting on her shoulders. She was then laid face down on the bed, a spreader bar secured to her ankles. She was then ready for me. I pulled the shirt up over her back, and began to work on her back with the small flogger. I worked it down her back, over her shoulders, her legs and thighs, and on her ass through the skirt she was wearing. I eventually pulled the skirt up to reveal her ass and the g-string she was wearing. I continued to work her up, and then switched over to the large, cat-o-nines. Again, working all over her body with it, getting more intense as I went on. Before long, I switched to a thick, leather strap. This always makes her moan, and gets her extremely aroused and wet.

I could see the wetness between her legs, and I took advantage of this by inserting her largest vibrator in her pussy, holding it in place with the fabric of the flimsy g-string. She was moaning and squirming at the sensations shooting through her pussy from the vibrator, and the renewed assault on her body with the various implements. I continued on for a few more minutes like that, then inserted a plug in her lovely ass. She was groaning with lust and desire as it entered her tight, well lubed hole. I went back to working on her with the toys some more, and I also switched over to the cane a few times,and then back and forth between the flogger, cat-o-nines, and the strap. This went on for about 30 minutes, a few strikes with the cat-o-nines produced a yelp or two, but over all, she was firmly soaring in space. I removed the spreader bar from her ankles, then removed her skirt and g-string. Her back, ass, thighs and shoulders were a lovely dark red by now, but I had not worked her up so hard to raise welts, despite her asking me more than once to mark her during the ordeal.

I decided it was time to send her to orgasm. I climbed on top of her with her still face down. I removed the vibrator and told her it was time for the real thing. With the butt plug still firmly embedded in her ass, I entered her. She let out a loud moan, then begged me to give it all to her. I started slow, giving her a chance to adjust to the size of me inside her as well as the plug in her ass. Soon, I was giving her the pounding she was begging me for. I reached under her belly, slid my hand down, and began to finger her clit as I fucked her. She was squealing and moaning, telling me she was about to cum. I told her she was not allowed to cum until told, not until she asked permission. Her body was shaking and I knew she was close. She whimpered, and started to ask for permission to cum. She begged, pleaded with me to allow her the release she was so close to having. I finally told her it was time, and she was allowed to cum. Within a few seconds, she began to shudder, her legs got stiff and she tried to clamp down on me, she let out a high-pitched squeal and then began to violently shake all over. I didn't let up, continuing to finger her clit while I slid in and out of her. She had 3 orgasms, one on top of the other, before I finally let up on her and gave her a chance to catch her breath.

I only gave her a minute of rest, turning her over on to her back, and re-entered her. She gasped, and I felt the plug slipping out. I reached around and held it in place, as I continued to fuck her. It didn't take long, and soon I was buried deep inside her, filling her with a hot load of cum. She came at the same time, moaning and shuddering once again. Once we were both spent, We collapsed onto the bed together, hot, sweaty, and satisfied. I held her, kissing her cheek, forehead and lips, passionately. Our tongues danced in and out of our mouths, as the afterglow of our passion subsided. We stayed like that for what seemed like forever, before I had enough composure to get up. She layed there, a sated grin on her face, and I went to shower.

When I returned, she still had the glassy look in her eyes. She was still in space, and coming down slowly. I crawled back into bed and held her close and tight. Finally, we both got up and she got cleaned up and put the toys and implements away.

We finally crawled into bed together after a couple hours of relaxing together on the couch watching TV. Both satisfied and content, falling asleep with her in my arms. A wonderful end to a wonderful session.