Speechless

For the past week, we've been very busy with work, in the office and at home. This led to having no time for each other, except for the passing kiss and tap on the butt for me, there wasn't anything going on. We had a bit of an argument, more so because of outside circumstances but things had smoothed themselves out rather quickly.

While Master was at work, I was working on things for the office and had signed on the messenger service we use, hoping to catch Him. I'm so lucky...He signed on a bit later. Master has the ability to tell that something is wrong, no matter how we're talking, or chatting in this case.

I always try to choose my words carefully, and made sure I did this time.

"Can I say something and have you take it at face value? It's nothing against you at all Master."

"k"

"The past week, we've both been busy and I've felt ignored. It let my demons run wild, especially today."

We talked about it and He calmed my demons, making it so much easier to sleep. Master was off the next day, allowing us to spend some time together. I was doing work (surprised?) and heard Him moving things around in the den. I went in, asking what He was looking for, and if I could help Him find it. He said He'd look by Himself. We chatted when He finally found what He was looking for: a lovely pair of black, leather gloves. I giggled and went back to working. At some point, He announced that He was heading out to run errands. He wasn't gone too long and came back with goodies for us...Oh, Yeah! He told me He'd "went shopping" and this peaked my curiosity. Eventually, He showed me what He'd gotten.

He bought me a butterfly vibrator, a vibrating cock ring, nipple clips, a riding crop (gasp!), and a couple other small things. Oh God, my mind starting racing! The terrible things He was going to do only excited me further. I asked what He had in mind.

"I'm keeping My plans to Myself for later. After supper, you'll shower, put on the school girl outfit, no panties, no bra, thigh highs, heels, collar. You'll start preparing now, go and put your small butt plug in."

"Yes Master," as I almost skipped into the bedroom.

For the rest of the afternoon, we teased each other, flirted, and bantered back and forth. I had my Master back, with no distractions. The day couldn't end soon enough. After supper, He cleaned up the kitchen and scooted me off to shower.

I quickly showered and prepared myself. I laid out my very short black skirt, my white collared button up shirt, thigh highs, and heels. I was excited I could hardly contain myself! I looked at myself in the mirror, sighed, and headed out to take my spot next to Master, on the floor.

He took out the butterfly and strapped it around me. After a few moments of positioning it just right, He began to tease me with it. I giggled and felt my face flush bright red. He played with the levels, watching my reactions to each. It felt good, a nice, even vibration. It warmed me up rather nicely... :)



He ordered me to the bedroom, made more interesting because the butterfly was still between my legs. He walked, I shuffled. He placed a new gag in my mouth but it wasn't quite the right shape. We had one but it's a bit too big and this new one is a little too small. *smiles* I like the straps on both so Master is going to see about making me a new ball, using the strap from the newer gag. I asked Him to put the bigger ball gag in my mouth; He asked if I'd be able to take it. I reassured Him that I'd be fine and that I wanted to be gagged. It went in with a little discomfort but that didn't last long. :)

He ordered me to lay down and looped on the nipple chain, which was a nice, gentle pinch, if those words can be used together. He put on those leather gloves...Oh, how lovely...and began running His hands up and down my body, squeezing my tits through my shirt, before deciding that the shirt needed to be opened. The feeling of His gloved hands on my skin was like electricity throughout my body.

He ordered me to roll over, which was a bit difficult with the butterfly between my legs, sending me closer and closer to the edge. With a little help from Master, I was on my stomach, already sliding into space. I no longer felt the discomfort of the gag, or anything else for that matter. He began spanking my ass. At first, I wasn't sure what He was using because the sensation was familiar, but new. Slowly, I realized He was spanking me with the gloves on. It felt amazing! There was very little sting and yet, I felt every single smack. It was more of a thwack and had a great effect on my ass and mind. He climbed up next to me and took my hand to His cock. He was rock hard and dripping pre-cum. I stroked and He spanked. I was gone before He got to the crop.

He worked me up and down with the crop as my moans got louder and louder from behind the gag. I was soaring through nothing but pleasure. I could feel the snap of the crop and the vibrator on my clit. This is where it gets fuzzy. I know what happened, just not in the order they occurred in. He got on top of my back and rubbed His cock between my thighs. I was so wet and needed Him in me so badly. He ordered the gag to come off and slid the blindfold on.



He ordered me back onto my backside and began to work my tits with the crop. At some point, He slid onto me and between my legs. I moved my hips around and into his groin, trying to get Him into me. He slid into me easily. I cried out and orgasmed almost immediately. He felt so good in me I almost couldn't take it. He fucked me hard, His hands wrapped in my hair, tugging.

"I'm not done with you yet slut," He growled into my ear and slid out of me. He crawled up my body and put His cock to my lips. I eagerly began sucking Him, licking all of my juices off His shaft. He didn't let me suck Him much longer before He got back to smacking me. This time, He was smacking my tits, belly, thighs and face.

I don't think if was much longer before He got back on top of me and slid into me again. I cried out at the amount of sure pleasure, and was rewarded with His gloved hands in my hair, around my neck.

"Will you cover my mouth Master?"

He did and I came. The feeling and smell of leather, the pressure He applied, the power He had over me were too much. I came again not long after, moaning and screaming into His hand. I lost track of the orgasms I was having. All I knew was that He continued to fuck me long after I would have been satisfied. I was so deep in space, that concentrating on what He was doing to me was very, very hard.

I had to ask Master to fill in the rest of what happened, so that the sequence of events remains proper. I remember what He did to me, just not when. Here is what He said;

After several more minutes of fucking you, I pulled out, went to the sink, put some KY on my cock, and easily slid the new cock ring on. It is shaped like a bull, with a bullet vibrator in the top of it - it's called The Matador. I returned to the bed and slid back between your legs, my cock sliding all the way in to the ring very easily, you were soaking wet. I turned on The Matador, the position wasn't quite right, and you winced a bit in pain. We adjusted hips and legs, still no good. Finally, I put your legs up over my shoulders, and the angle and position was just right. Your mouth fell open, your eyes rolled back in your head just before you closed them. I pumped in and out a few times and that's all it took to send you into another, screaming and bucking orgasm. This was all I needed to reach climax, and I shot my load deep into you. We fell together onto the bed, and I rolled to the side of you. You laid there for several minutes, eyes closed, with a dreamlike look on your face. I held you, rolled over and kissed you several times, and reminded you again how much I love you. I glanced at the clock, it had been 57 minutes since we started. I told you to rest a bit, we'd take a break, and then I would come back and give you the rest. You smiled and said "I get more???" I put my sweat pants on and headed for the kitchen to get some water, and told you yes, you got more.

After about an hour, I came back in, and you were still lying on the bed, half asleep. I put the gloves back on, and had you roll back over onto your stomach. I ran my hands over your body again, and then started giving you another spanking. Your ass cheeks were a bright pink again, and I could feel the warmth through the gloves. I got the riding crop again, and used it all over your back and legs and ass. I alternated with hitting you with the crop, smacking you with my gloved hand and playing with your pussy. Finally, when I thought you'd had enough teasing, I rolled you back over. My cock was only half hard by this time. You were still soaked, and I shoved my dick into you, working my hips to get enough pressure to slide the half hard cock inside. After it was in, I could feel it getting harder, throbbing, and before long, I was fully hard again and pumping in and out of you. This time, no vibrator, no cock ring, no toys - just us. I was thrusting hard into you, but slow and deep. I wanted to torture you. I had one hand full of your hair, the other I was using to balance myself. Soon, you were coming again, then again, then again. It almost seemed like the orgasms were continuous.

I made this one last, holding off my own orgasm until you had at least 5 of your own. Finally, it was too much for me to hold off any longer. I grabbed your legs, threw them over my shoulders once again, and thrust into you as hard and deep as I could. You let out a yelp and screamed "Yes, Master! Yes! Oh, God Yes master! Fuck me harder! Fuck me harder! Ahhhhhhh!!!" With that, I hit my climax, wrapped both hands around your throat with my gloved hands and came hard deep inside you. You bucked beneath me, trying to get more, your own orgasm taking control of your body. The pressure on your throat was just enough to have you gasping for air and make your face turn red. Once I finished dumping another load of cum into your pussy, I released your neck, and fell onto the bed next to you as you let out a gasp.

I got up long enough to pick up the myriad of toys and implements from around the room and store them away in the closet before climbing back into bed with you. You cuddled up next to me, naked say for your collar. I stoked your hair, told you again how much I love you. You nestled your head on my shoulder and said "Yes Master, I love you too. I feel so safe right now, so loved." I reminded you that you should feel safe and loved, because you were. I will always be there for you, I will always care for you, I will always protect you. With that, we both drifted off to sleep for the night, you cuddled up next to me, with your head on my shoulder. The last thing I heard before I slipped into sleep, was the sound of your slow, deep, satisfied breathing in my ear. I love you Llama.

HNT

From the shower incident last weekend. Enjoy!

Sunday night

Sunday night. The football games are over, dinner eaten, the dishes done, the house appropriately cleaned up and neat. It was getting late, but not too late yet. Llama had a gleam in her eye. Earlier, I had reddened her bottom in the kitchen with a spatula. She told me it was warm and wonderful, being spanked with that item through her jeans as she attempted to cook dinner.

She asked if there was anything else I wanted from the kitchen as she got ready to turn out the light and join me on the couch. We sat and relaxed, it had actually been a pretty busy day. We had gone out the night before to a get together of 'vanilla' friends, and we both had consumed too much alcohol. This made for a rather long day, despite the fact that we slept in very late.

She looked over to me and asked if we were going to do anything special, and did she need to go put anything particular on. I thought about it for a moment, and decided that for what I had in mind, she didn't need to primp or get any lingerie on. It wouldn't be on very long anyway.

Instead, I instructed her to go get out the bag of toys, and get her restraints ready. I joined her in the bedroom a few minutes later, and had her remove her top and bra. As she began to disrobe, I got the remainder of the restrains ready and placed the ropes around the bed. I had her put the ankle restraints on, over the cuffs of her jeans, then I started by handcuffing her behind her back. I then cinched a rope between the cuffs and the ankle restraints, with just enough play in them for her to hobble. Next came her breasts.

I looped rope around her breasts and snugged them together, then placed the nipple clamps, minus the weights, on her. She let out a deep moan and winced a bit. I adjusted the tightness, easing up a bit. I didn't want her in too much pain.... yet.

After I teased her and let my hands roam over her body for a while, I undid everything except for the nipple clamps. I took the handcuffs off and instructed her to put the wrist restraints on. Once done, I took the nipple clamps off and had her lie face down on the bed.

She got a thorough spanking, lasting quite a long time. When her bottom and thighs were sufficiently red and warm, I switched to the heavy, home-made flogger. I worked all over her back, ass and thighs. The red streaks now becoming very evident. Soon, I switched to the lighter, rubber flogger. However, I increased the tempo and force on her with this one to maximize the effect. Next came the heavy oak paddle with the long handle. She received 30 or so solid strokes with it to her ass before I went on to the cane. The cane is not one of her favorites. The pain it elicits is quite severe, and usually I reserve this for punishment. This night however, I wanted her deep into space before I was going to give her what I had in mind.

Once I felt she had gotten enough of the cane, I went to the smaller, short handle paddle that is much lighter. The sound of it cracking down on her ass filled the room, and her gasps were lovely. I worked it all over her back, shoulders, thighs, legs and feet. In between, I would alternate back and forth with the other implements to keep her guessing and alter the pain she was receiving.

She was close to being in space, but not quite there yet. Something was holding her back. I climbed on top of her, my cock pressing against her ass and sliding between he legs and teasing the lips of her pussy. I ground my hips into her, making my cock even harder than it had been. I kissed her neck and back, and nibbled and sucked on her ears. I playfully bit on her shoulders and neck. She was moaning and squirming beneath me.

I asked her if she was ready for the next step, and she nodded and muttered a weak "Yes, Master". I told her she didn't have to take it if she didn't want it. This was for pleasure, not punishment. She said she was ready, that she wanted it, but that she was not sure if she could take it. I told her we could stop any time she wanted. She said, "I know Master. But I want it, I want you to do it to me."

With that, I got up and reached to the bedside. I lit the candle that had been sitting on the nightstand beside the bed and told her to prepare herself. We had experimented with wax before, without success. It had always been too much for her, the sensations overloading her and ripping her our of space.

I waited for a moment for the candle to get good and warm, and start some wax melting, as well as to give her a chance to prepare herself for what was coming. I dripped a couple drops on her back, and she let out a yelp and tugged at the ropes, for now she was securely tied spread eagle on the bed. I waited for her to settle down, and dripped a few more drops on her, with the same reaction. Then again, and again, each time waiting for her to relax before the next dose. After the first few times, she settled down, and was taking them with moans of pleasure instead of yelps of pain. I increased the pace a bit, hitting her with the drops of wax with less time in between, as well as a few more drops each time. After several minutes, she asked me to slow down a bit, and give her body a chance to process the sensations, which I did. Before long, her back was nicely mottled with dark red wax, and as I continued to drip it on her, I told her that we could stop anytime she wanted. She nodded, and said she wanted to continue. After several more minutes, she finally gave in and admitted that she had had enough.














I blew the candle out and as I undid her ropes, told her how proud I was of her. She was gone, zooming securely in subspace. She tried to roll over onto her back, only to wince when she realized the wax on her back and the fabric of the blanket on the bed did not mix well. She still was in space, and I helped her to easily roll onto her back when she was ready. She was soaking wet between her legs, and I easily slid my stiff cock into her with one hard push. She moaned and wrapped her legs around my back. As I pumped in and out of her, her hips met my rhythm and gyrated with me. Soon, she was bucking against me, her orgasm hitting her with surprised speed. That was all I needed to send e over the edge as well. I had been so hard as I worked her over for the last hour I had though I would explode on the blanket long before I ever fucked her. It had only lasted about 5 minutes, from the time I entered her to the time we both had mind-blowing climaxes, arms and legs tightly wrapped around each other. Totally, spent, she fell into the bed, and I slumped down on top of her, resting on her heaving chest.

I kissed her, long and deep and hard, then planted kisses all over her cheeks and face. She was so beautiful. The sweat dripping from our bodies, her crimson colored cheeks and breasts..... oh, what a lovely image.

We lay there a long time, cuddled up together on the bed, me holding her and letting her drift in her own private pleasured existence of space. When she groggily began to come back to reality, the pain on her back returned, and she smiled. She rolled on to her stomach and tried to reach her back to begin removing the wax. She quickly found it was too hard to reach and hurt coming off. I told her to lie still, I would get it off. I reached for my knife, a very sharp blade. I easily scraped the now cold and hardened wax form her skin. She jolted a few times from the sensation, but otherwise took it with admirable poise.

Once done, she got up to clean herself up, while I cleaned the wax up from the bed, and packed away all the toys and restraints. Before long, we were both in bed together, curled up together to drift off to sleep..... until the next time.

Thought you were tired?

I started out by writing about a little romp we had the other day, and then something happened. I never got back to it. Instead, the following is what transpired.

I had gotten home late from work. It had been a long, bad day. I was totally exhausted. All I wanted to do was eat dinner and have a few stiff drinks to let the days stress bleed off. Llama had dinner waiting for me, she held off eating until I got there. We sat down to eat together, talking about the days events. After we were done eating, she went to clean up the dishes and I sat down to relax. Shortly afterwards, she joined me in the living room in front of the tv.

It didn't take long, before I realized I was dozing off in front of the tv. I got up and decided to take a shower. After the day I had, I needed it to wash away the days grime, but I also hoped it would wake me up a bit. It was too early to turn in for the night.

I was right, it did help me wake up. I was in the shower a few minutes, enjoying the hot water and the steam. Llama pulled back the shower curtain, standing there naked, and asked if she could join me. How could I say no?

She stepped into the shower with me and let the water warm her luscious body. I switched places with her, so her back was to the shower head and told her to kneel. She took my limp cock in her mouth and slurped it in. She had me hard in seconds, and continued to suck my cock into her mouth hungrily. Before long, she was stroking my cock as well, and playing with my balls and sliding her finger down to my asshole. She teased my asshole with her finger and lapped at my nut sack with gusto.

I stood her up, switched places with her, and turned her around. I pressed my hard cock against her back, mashing it between us, then between her thighs. She needed no more encouragement than that. She leaned forward, spread her legs as far as the tight confines of the shower would allow, and reached between her legs to guide my cock into her dripping pussy. I entered her with one motion, she was soaking wet between her own horny juices and the water from the shower. I gave her no time to get used to it, I simply started plowing in and out of her hot pussy. She tried to keep her balance as I fucked her, and she bent over even more.

She was moaning and writhing in ecstasy, and begged for more, asked me to make it hurt. I began to slap her ass and outer thighs. I then reached up, and began scratching her back. At first, it was hard, but not too hard. Before long, I was scratching the length of her back with gusto, and the marks were readily evident. The combination of the pressure I was applying and the heat from the water brought the striations out with beautiful vividness. I continued to slide easily in and out of her for what seemed like forever.

I then stood her up and turned her around as I withdrew my cock. I pushed her back up against the shower wall and pinned her arms over her head. I held them there with one hand, and reached down between her legs with the other. Before long, I was finger-fucking her, as I leaned down to alternately suck her nipples into my mouth one at a time, biting on them and swirling my tongue around them.

After she had her orgasm, I released her, and finished washing up. I left the shower and allowed her to wash off. I pulled back the shower curtain after I dried off to see her soaping up, camera in hand. I snapped several shots of her as she washed. Then I let her finish up.

When she emerged, she was dressed only in her robe and had a towel wrapped around her hair. I was sitting on the edge of the bed waiting for her, stroking my still stiff member. I called her over and told her to continue what she had started. She knelt down and sucked my cock into her mouth once again. I let her work her magic for several minutes, playing with my nut sack once again and teasing my ass.

I stopped her, stood up, told her to disrobe. I crawled onto the bed and laid down. She joined me immediately, and crawled between my legs. She went to work on my asshole. She flicked her tongue over it and stroked it with her fingers, putting just enough pressure on it with her finger tip. She then reached around with her other hand and played with my cock. After several minutes, I didn't think I could stand it any longer. I had her turn around and position her pussy over my face, in a lovely 69. She continued to devour my cock as I dove into her delicious pussy with my tongue. I licked her slit and teased her clit for a long, long time. I darted my tongue in and out of her honey hole as she took my cock even deeper into her throat.

I had her climb on top, facing away from me, burying my cock in her hot hole. She began riding me, bouncing up and down in a steady rhythm. I slid her knees forward to allow her to keep her balance as I pulled her backwards to me. Her balance was off, and she couldn't continue her ride on my shaft, so I began bucking my hips to pump in and out of her while I reached around her and grabbed her full tits. I squeezed, kneaded and twisted them. I pinched her nipples and tweaked them, causing them to stick out like large, red pencil erasers.

I then rolled her over and entered her from the front, putting her ankles over my shoulders. She moaned and squirmed beneath me, the torture I was giving her was exquisite. She was on the verge of another orgasm after only a few minutes in this position, but I didn't want to allow her that release, not yet.

I pulled out, and she looked at me with a quizzical look. She started to apologize, thinking she had done something wrong. I stopped her, assuring her all was fine. I told her to roll over on her stomach, and slid on top of her. My cock was between her legs, sliding up and down her slick slit. I then reached the nightstand and retrieved the tube of KY. I leaned back and put a generous dollop on her ass. She jumped from the cold KY, and then started gyrating her hips in anticipation of what was to come.

I put the head of my cock on her asshole, and asked her if she wanted it. "Oh, God YESsssssssss Master!" she hissed. "Please, Master! Give it to me, put your dick in my ass!" I eased the head of my dick into her asshole, going slow and giving her a chance to adjust to the size. Soon, she started to push her hips and ass back against me, trying to get my cock further into her ass. I complied, and eased more of it into her ass. Before long, I felt the wonderful 'pop' once the head passed the rim of her asshole and the entire shaft slid in with ease.

She moaned and began to beg me to fuck her ass. She started spouting off all sorts of nasty and filthy things. She asked me to give it all to her, fuck her hard and to rape her ass. I slid in and out of her ass, faster and faster, harder and harder. With all the excitement leading up to this, and the fantastic tightness of that hole, it didn't take long before I was ready to cum. Before I could come to orgasm, she screamed out that she was cumming, and began bucking wildly beneath me, pushing back even harder against me.

Once her orgasm has subsided, I picked up that pace once again. After about 3 minutes, it was too much. I leaned forward and told her I was ready to cum. She begged me, "Master, give it to me, give me all of it! Please Master, cum in my ass.... cum Master - Please!"

That was it, I was too far gone and I felt the wonderful building tingling sensation in my balls and knew I was ready to cum. And I did, with a loud grunt and a growl in her ear - filled her ass with my hot load of cum.

We fell together to the bed, me still inside her. It took us both several minutes to compose ourselves and drift back to reality. When I finally slid out of her and rolled over, I was spent. I could have drifted off to sleep with ease. Instead, after lying there for several long and wonderful minutes with her curled up in my arms, I realized I needed to get up and get cleaned up. I went to stand, and I was dizzy and light-headed from our intense sex work-out. I got steadied on my feet, and went to turn the water on in the shower once more. I climbed in and got washed off again. After I emerged, I told her the bathroom was hers, as I headed back into the living room to catch my breath.

When she was done, she leaned over to kiss me and say goodnight, announcing she was going to bed. I sat and watched a little tv, typed out this account, and then once done headed in to join her in bed. I plan on holding her tight and cuddling up close to her.

HNT

The Llama following a rather 'vigorous' flogging.

Tease

And Master will attest to that fact. I guess it's a part of who I am; I flirt with Master and tease Him all the time. Well, except when He isn't in the mood in which case I keep my distance. The past couple of months, it seems like I've really come into my own as a person. I've gotten more comfortable in who and what I am which in turn, has allowed me to open up. Don't get me wrong, I still have days when I doubt a lot of things, including myself but the other night wasn't one of them.

I eluded to it in my quick post yesterday. Master and I teased each other back and forth all day long but I had the feeling nothing was going to happen; I was on my period and we usually just don't have sex during the week. The night was like any other one; after dinner, I usually clean up and we sit and relax until bed. Once in bed, we talk and snuggle up to each other to fall asleep and some nights we start teasing each other.

I really can't remember how it started but it was innocent enough...*smiles* Okay, well I know what buttons I can push and I pushed them. Master began to hold me down, pinching and nibbling my nipples. I whimpered at the mix of pain and pleasure that was beginning to do its job.

"I love it when you whimper..." He growled as He continued teasing me. Pinching lead to biting, lead to slapping my face, making me beg for Him to hurt me more. The harder He was, the more I wanted it, needed it. I needed to feel His power over me and He gave it to me. Hard.

"Rollover - On your stomach," He ordered getting up off the bed. I rolled over and laid still, knowing He'd move me where He wanted me. I heard Him ripping open a condom in the background before I felt His weight on me. I knew what He was going to do and He did it. I can't say that I didn't want it, but needed it. He ran His cock up and down the crack of my ass before beginning to push against my tight ass hole. It was tight and slightly painful at first but soon I was pushing back against Him, trying to get His cock all the way in me. The pain and the pleasure soon took its course. Master was fucking me with vigor, calling me dirty names. Whew.

I didn't last long before I came, so hard. Master fucked me harder, biting my neck and shoulders so hard that it burned. His teeth seared my skin. I groaned and squirmed beneath Him, often grinding my hips against His. I came again soon after that. He was taking me to the edge quick.

"You had enough slut?"

I managed to get something that sounded like "no Master" although I don't remember saying it. I remember wanting more, not wanting Him to stop. I wanted to be hurt. He pulled my hair, put His arm around my neck, pushed me down into the bed. At some point, it got to be too much.

"Yes I've had enough Master, please stop!"

He did so immediately, rolling off onto the bed next to me. I couldn't move an inch if I had to save my life. I wanted nothing more than to just drift away into space and sleep but it wasn't meant to be. I cried softly at the release He'd given me while He cleaned up. I got up a bit too fast I think because my head began to pound. I held myself up on the wall and shuffled to the sink. All I remember is that it hurt. I didn't feel the pain in my back and on my shoulders until the next morning.

Where He bit me, I was rewarded with deep purple coloring and the imprint of His teeth as thin red lines. He bit so hard the skin was peeling around the lines.

I was impressed and smiled at myself in the mirror.

I'm such a tease. And I don't think Master would have it any other way...

A Note of Congratulations...

I've been reading blogs for a couple of years now. One of the very first sexual blogs I ever started reading was "Submissive Reflections" by Sarah. She and her man were married back in October (I think) and Mac decided that this new year, they'd try to have a child. They have succeeded...Sarah is pregnant. I teared up when I read her post and left her a note of congratulations.

She also has a very good blog and it's always been a wonderful read. Drop in and offer her luck and stick around, you'll probably like what you read.

As for our little blog, I'm thinking of a post to write. It's been a little quiet the past week for an obvious reason. We did have some fun the other night that ended up with Master leaving bruises on my shoulders and a view of his teeth imprinted there next morning even. Unfortunately, and I can't figure this, I sometimes will get a painful headache right after we're done. It hurt so bad the other night that I cried. The play itself was rough and the emotional release started the tears, with the headache falling in afterwards.

But a post will hopefully follow here within a day or two.

Lyrics...

I love a lot of different types of music from different ends of the spectrum. I was sitting here doing some work for the office this afternoon when a song came on. I have always loved this particular song but only today did the lyrics really hit me deep down.

INDIA.ARIE - Beautiful (Lyrics)

The time is right
I'm gonna pack my bags
And take that journey down the road
Cause over the mountain I see the bright sunshiningg
And I want to live inside the glow

Yeah
I wanna go to place where I am nothing and everything
That exists between here and nowhere
I wanna go to a place where time has no consequences oh yeah
The sky opens to my prayers

I wanna go to beautiful, beautiful, beautiful,
I wanna go to beautiful, beautiful, beautiful,
I wanna go to beautiful, beautiful, beautiful,
I wanna go to beautiful, beautiful, beautiful.

Please understand that it not that I don't care
But right know these wall are closing in on me
I love you more than I love life itself

But I need to find a place were I can breathe
I can breathe

I wanna go to place were I can hold the intangible

And let of the pain with all my might

I wanna go to a place where I am suspended in ecstasy

Some where between dark and light

Where wrong becomes right

I wanna go to beautiful, beautiful, beautiful,

I wanna go to beautiful, beautiful, beautiful,

I wanna go to beautiful, beautiful, beautiful,

I wanna go to beautiful, beautiful, beautiful.

Master takes me to that place, that place that words can rarely ever describe. He takes me to the place where I am everything I could ever hope to be. It's the place where I feel so beautiful and so safe. He'll take my breath away and yet it's the only place where I can breathe. There's no time, no stress, nothing but Him.

And I am His...

HNT

From one of our longer sessions.... Oh, how she loves to be restrained!







Who says quickies can't be fun and rewarding? Yesterday, Llama and I actually found ourselves at the house together for a short period of time right around lunch time. My devious mind is always ready for a nooner, but knew that we both had to leave within just a few minutes.

Llama had her usual devilish grin after I swatted her butt as she walked by me, and asked "You sure we don't have time for a quickie, Master?" How could I refuse that tempting offer and that beautiful body? I instructed her to quickly strip, and threw her to the bed. It only lasted maybe 20 minutes, but I brought her to orgasm twice, before cumming myself and filling her with a hot load.

When it was done, there was evidence of our little romp on her, in the form of hand prints to her thighs, scratches to her breasts, and bites to her shoulders. We both quickly got dressed and went about the rest of our day, both smelling of sex - and a big grin our faces.

From Wednesday Night

The time had come. I had realized it even if she hadn't. She was being more and more brazen lately about asking for things she felt she needed or just plain wanted. I'm not talking about material items - I always give her whatever she wants in that regard. No, I'm talking about spankings, beatings, floggings and the like.

The last few days she's been more and more bratty (if I may borrow an expression from Patty) and been asking for me to tie her up and beat her. I pretended mostly to ignore the comments, and usually changed the subject to something else, but non of them went un-noticed. In fact, I was taking increasing interest to the frequency of the requests and the bold manner in which they were being made.

Something else that had not escaped my attention lately, is the fact that Llama continued to dispute me when I told her how much progress she has made in her training in the last year. Despite me telling her several times, she still doubted what I could easily see.

Yes, the time had come indeed. It was time to show her what I saw, and to remind her who was boss. I made her wonder though. She had read what I had written earlier in the day, so she knew something was planned for that night. She just didn't know what. After dinner was done and cleaned up, and the house straightened back up, I had her sit on the couch while I relaxed in my recliner. I also made her turn her attentions away from the thoughts racing through her mind, and the feelings that I had stirred up earlier that day. I made her watch a movie. And nothing erotic, kinky or pornographic either - a comedy. A classic comedy to say the least, but a comedy nonetheless.

After the movie was over, I instructed her to remove her clothing, out on her collar, wrist and ankle restraints. I then had her go to the bedroom and await me. I didn't make her wait long this time, though. I was in there in just under 5 minutes. I positioned her face down on the bed, and secured her wrists and ankles to the corners of the bed. I asked her if she was ready, and she nodded that she was.

I reminded her that she had asked for this, and did she want to skip it and be untied. She said "No, I asked for it, and now I will take it. I need it." Nothing more was said after that, and I began working her over. I used everything on her at one point or another. I started with the heavy cat-o-nine flogger, then went to the strap, then the paddle, then the cane, back to the flogger, and so on. I beat her ass, back, shoulders, thighs, legs and feet. She was sobbing and squirming, but she never screamed, and she never asked me to stop. She knows if she had, I would have and if that didn't work, she still has a safe word that we have never had to use.

At one point, I used the pumice stick on her like a paddle. It's this rough plastic paddle-looking thing with a handle that is used to get the rough and dead skin and callouses off your feet. It works rather well as a small paddle as well. The rough texture of the plastic makes a fine added element of pain as well as a lovely scratching device.

I worked on her for about 40 minutes from start to finish. Then I untied her and fucked her. Afterwards, she curled up and went to sleep, sobbing, in my arms.

I was up and out to work yesterday before she had a chance to wake up. I got the following e-mail from her during the day yesterday concerning Wednesday night;

Master-

I don't doubt you or our relationship at all. I love you with all I am and I have no idea what I'd do without you. I love the fact you are my Master and that I can come to you and get an answer for any question I have. You're my guardian and the only person I'd follow anywhere. I wouldn't change a thing about us or our relationship. But please do me a favor, keep an open mind when reading this. I know the potential for this being taken wrong.

The thing that I cannot figure out, the thing that is bugging me really bad is how my being in that much pain and sobbing into the bed, gave you pleasure. I was sobbing while you had sex with me because I was so confused and somewhat hurt. Master, it was the last thing I expected you to do.

I almost felt like an object, like I wasn't there, like you didn't care, and I hate feeling that way. It goes completely against everything I know; that I'm not an object (and can honestly say that I don't want to ever be an object) and I know you love me and want to protect me. I just don't understand and I hate feeling this way, I hate feeling this confused. It stirs up feelings and memories that I know are wrong. That's why it's so hard to find the right words to tell you.

It's just something I need to work through in my mind. My love for you and trust in you has only gotten stronger. I understand why I was beaten, I'd been asking for you to do so in a round about way for weeks. I needed it and I realize that. I don't understand the sex afterwards.

Like I said above, I love you more than you'll ever realize. I already feel better for just typing it out and getting it out of my mind. I don't want anything to change. I love things the way they are.

I cannot wait to walk down the aisle and become your wife. I'm excited about picking out a necklace to wear during the day as my collar as well wearing it down the aisle. And I'll be honored when you do find my permanent collar and put it around my neck as I kneel. Please don't worry about me, I'm feeling better already.

love always,
llama


Here is my response to Llama;

While I realize you would rather hear my voice, it is easier to respond in this
medium. It allows me to get my thoughts straight without getting distracted.

The pleasure I began to derive has shown me there is a measure of sadist and
masochist within me that I was not fully aware of, or that I didn't give enough
credit to. The fact that you trust me and do not fear me is good, because I
would never go past what I know you could endure.

The beating you received was as I have told you, for many reasons, the
culmination of which was your final test to me. You proved yourself more than
ready, and more than worthy.

Last night, I didn't have sex with you. I fucked you. There were several reasons
for my doing so. First off, no, you are not an object - and I don't wish you to
be one. If all I wanted was a hole to use to get off, I can get a doll at the
sex shop.

I am not going to list all the reasons I did what I did, but I will tell you a
couple. One of them is that I wanted to break you. I wanted you to be completely
submitted, physically - and you did and you were. Additionally, it was an aspect
of the rape fantasy you said you wished to have. Yes, I know you were thinking
more along the lines of me coming home and ripping your clothes from you
throwing you to the bed and taking you. This way, I do think, had a deeper
impact on you.

One more reason I did what I did was to see where your newer boundaries and
limits were. A year ago, you would not have taken that beating, and you would
never have made it to the sex. Now do you understand? All that I did last night,
was to not only to test you, but to PROVE to you what I know. To show you what you
say you can't see..... how far you've come.

With each day that goes by, I love you more and more. Ours is such a unique
relationship. So many others in this lifestyle would be jealous if they knew all
the aspects of what we have. We're not the richest, or the best looking, or the
most sophisticated - and we don't have to be. You have just created a blog entry
for tomorrow. Your e-mail to me and my response to it will get posted. Then you
will be able to hear what others have to say about how lucky not just you are,
but how lucky WE are.

I too look forward to the day I can see you walk down the aisle, and take your
hand, and walk through the rest of our lives together. Having you at my side
means more to me than you will ever know - but I will try and show you as we
take the journey.


So, I put it to our readers. Are we not lucky? I love this woman, I wish her to be with me forever. I have not only found a wonderful slave, but a lover, soulmate, and partner for life. There aren't many of us that can say that.

Happy HNT

This week's choice was a tough one, but here you go.



Llama, post shower, applying lotion

A night out... and then the day that follows

At the end of the day yesterday, I informed Llama that she would not be cooking dinner. Instead, I had other plans. I told her to dress casually to go out for dinner. She asked if I had any requirements for her lingerie, and I told her no - she could wear what she wanted.

Llama is always very good at wearing what she knows I like, even if I don't give her specific instructions. We were going to have a night out alone, away from all the distractions that usually follow us.

We had a great dinner at a new restaurant that recently opened. It had been recommended to us, but we had not tried it yet. The meal was wonderful, and one of the things that she loves for me to do for her when out, I did. That is, ordering her meal. She tells me what it is she wants prior to the server arriving, and then I will order for her.

After dinner, I thought we would go to a movie. It had probably been over a year since the last time we actually went to the movies, rather than waiting for it to come out on video and then renting it.

After the movie, we returned home. We were both still very full from dinner. We were lounging around on the couch, just being rather lazy. She was sitting on one end, and I had laid down, teasing her by sticking my feet in her lap. She had an impish grin and began to massage my feet. As always, she knows that her performing this act is not only very relaxing to me, but also very erotic.

I allowed her to continue with her duties, and then informed her that she would be performing this act for the rest of me. She retired to the bedroom to get the massage oil and the bed ready. After just a couple minutes, she told me she was ready. I followed her to the bedroom, and removed my clothes and laid on the bed so she could continue. She started with my back, and with the KY warming liquid massaged my entire back, working her way down to my butt, then my legs.

Once she was done, I turned over and she did the same with my front, working down my body, skipping over my groin and working down my legs. Once she was done, she returned to my groin, massaging my cock and balls, and under my balls down to my ass. She spent several minutes doing this, and the desired effect was reached. She had my cock hard and my balls tingling. She asked what I wanted next. I had her remove the small amount of clothing she still had on, and instructed her to lay on the bed, on her back.

My cock was well lubricated with the KY liquid, and I added a liberal amount to her pussy. It was not rough, but it was forceful with purpose as I easily slid my throbbing cock into her pussy, burying it all the way in with one motion. She let out a loud gasp, and before she could catch her breath, I had both her legs in the air, and rolled her back into the bed so that her feet were next to her head, touching the wall behind her head. It was quick and easy. I was so aroused from her massage and the masturbation she had performed on me that I couldn't possibly hold off long before I came.

She too was already aroused from her duties to me, and was soaking wet even without the KY liquid. I rocked back and forth for only a few minutes before I felt her start to shudder, and increased the tempo at which I was fucking her, my balls slapping against her ass I did so. Within a matter of minutes, she was screaming, and begging me to tell her what she was. I told her she was a slut, a whore, and a slave - and with that, I too went over the edge, filling her with a hot load of cum.

We fell into the bed, and I released her legs as well slumped together. After a few minutes to catch our breath, she asked me if I would give her a beating. Normally, I would take such a request as insolent, arrogant, and very much out of her place. The brat in her was coming out, and I knew it would only be a problem if I allowed her to go without.

I considered her request, and decided it was in her best interest to allow her to receive a beating, even if she initiated it by asking fore it out of her place. I told her to lay on her stomach, selected one of my favorite belts for the task, and began delivering several blows to her ass, thighs, and back. As I continued, I increased the speed and the severity of the blows. Soon, lovely red streaks began to appear all over her lovely ass, legs, and back. After about 20 minutes of this beating, I delivered a strong blow, the elicited a yelp and a few tears. I stopped, asking her if she had yet had enough. She said she wasn't sure, and before she could say anything else, I struck her several more times, with some severity. Finally, she admitted that she had indeed had enough. Tears were streaming down her face, yet she was not sad or angry - she was experiencing a release that was needed following her powerful orgasm 30 minutes earlier.

We went to sleep soon after, content and happy. When we awoke this morning, it was with the premise of a lazy day at home. We both had some time away from work saved up and decided to use some of it. After a few hours of lounging around, I was teasing her with little swats to her butt as she would walk by, or tweaking her nipples when she would sit next to me. At one point, she was again being a brat and trying to tickle me and swat back at me. I pinned her to the couch, rolled her over and began spanking her. After a few minutes, I went to the bedroom closet, retrieved the heavy oak paddle, and returned to the living room with it. She was still lying face down on the couch where I had left her. I pulled her pants down to her knees and without warning, I began to deliver several heavy blows to her ass.

It didn't take long before she was squirming and screaming. I didn't work her over too hard..... that I save for later tonight.

"Here are the rules: The first player of this game starts with the topic and people who get tagged need to write an entry about their five weird habits as well as state this rule clearly. In the end, you need to choose the next five people to be tagged and link to their web journals. Don't forget to leave a comment in their blog or journal that says 'You are tagged!' (assuming they take comments) and tell them to read yours.The following may not be weird to you but they are to somebody."

Jo (aka Searabbit) tagged me and I have to come up with 5 odd habits of mine. This would be easier if I asked Master to name them...lol. Lets see what I can come up with...

1) I put my socks and shoes on the same way, no matter what. Right sock, left sock. Left shoe, right shoe.

2) This habit is weird and can be distusting. I pick and bite at my cuticles. I have beautiful, natural nails but my cuticles always look terrible. I have tried so many times to stop, it's not funny. Master has told me to stop but it only lasts so long. It embarrasses me but I can't stop.

3) I drive Master crazy with the way I eat. I don't mind if my food touches or anything like that but I'll usually only eat on thing on my plate at a time. I'll finish my meat and then eat my vegatable. Rarely will I 'mix it up.' Meatloaf and mashed potatoes are just meant to be eaten together.

4) I love having things organized. It makes me happy and I'm happy to do it. I don't alphabitize things but things that are alike, are grouped together. My kitchen has Christmas stuff stacked in it and it's driving me crazy but all will be better here soon. I also like things clean and tidy. No clutter. "A place for everything and everything in it's place."

A last one...this is getting hard.

5) I am a blanket thief. Several times Master has woken up in the middle of the night shivering, only to find that I have rolled over the other way and have all the covers. I'm usually always a bit cold to begin with. I think it's funny but sometimes Master just doesn't see it my way.

Well, I'm suppose to tag five other people but I have no idea who has already done this one. I don't want them to have to do it twice so I'll leave it open. If you want to do this for me, go for it and let me know. I'll come to your blog and read it over.

Rainy day repose

First off, Happy 2006 to one and all. I sincerely hope that everyone had a wonderful holiday, no matter which you celebrate. Both Llama and I send our warmest regards for a happy, healthy, safe and fun-filled New Year to you. We have been very fortunate to have made some new friends through this Blog, and we hope that continues to happen. Some of you that have been so kind to send your comments our way I look forward to getting to know even better and talking to you more.

Today was turning out to be a totally unusual day. I say unusual not in the sense that anything was wrong, but that it was not the typical routine for us. Neither of us got up at our accustomed time to go out about our daily work routines.

Llama was at home, lounging on the couch and reading her ever-growing list of Blogs. She was taking a leisurely day off from the grind and the post-holiday euphoria.

I was in my den, working from home today. I was trying to get some things done online, but I kept sneaking off from working to surf, shop, and generally waste the time I should have been using to do more productive things.

We were on opposite ends of the house, and we would bump into each other when one of us would wander through the house for something. Usually for me, it was another cup of coffee or just to see what mischief she was into. It's been raining all day, so going outside to get anything in her flower beds accomplished was not going to happen. She did announce that she had to go into town to the store for a few items, including something for dinner. She had been gone about an hour when I heard her come back in. Again, I wasn't getting much done, this time I was in the shower.

After lunch, I heard her log onto messenger. I had been on there as well, having it minimized down, just in case someone might want to distract me from work a little further. Finally, I got a wicked idea. Since I wasn't getting much accomplished anyway, another diversion hardly seemed bad. Our schedules had once again been keeping us from enjoying our relationship as fully as we like, or as we should.

She shot me an IM from the other end of the house, all the way through cyberspace, to ask if I was getting anything done and if we could be any more lazy today. My response was simple, "Get in the bedroom, get naked, and kneel, await me." Her response was even more simple, "Yes Master", she logged off and I heard her footsteps going down the hall.

I made her wait there a few minutes while I made a few comments here and there, and then finally shut down the mp3 player in the background and headed for the bedroom. The lights were off, the blinds drawn, and the room dimly lit - perfect. There kneeled Llama, naked at the foot of the bed, as she was instructed.

I went in and sat at the end of the bed and told her to position herself over my knee, which she did without hesitation, knowing full well what was coming. She did ask after she was draped over my knee if she had done something wrong, especially when she saw me reach to the dresser grabbing my leather belt and removing the buckle. "No, Llama, of course not. This is just a reminder of your place, who you belong to, and what you are." I saw a thin smirk on her lips as she turned her head back down.

I started with my hand, giving her a good spanking. Working her buttocks, thighs and legs. Then I switched to the belt, again working the same areas. Soon, she began to moan and every once in a while a squeal would escape her lips when I hit just a bit harder or caught the edge of her thigh just right, or the outer lips of her full pussy. I worked up her back with the belt, all the way to her shoulders, and back down again. She was soaked, the smell of her sex was filling the bedroom, it was intoxicating. I knew she was ready. I pulled her up, kissed her lips and had her lie face down on the bed. I removed my clothes and slid on top of her, pinning her to the bed.

I slowly began to grind my cock up and down the crack of her ass, and then her pussy. She was moaning and squirming beneath me, but had no where to go. Soon, she was grinding her hips into the bed, trying to get some pressure on her cunt to give her the release she wanted, but I was not about to let her have it yet. I quickly thrust my cock into her well lubed hole, and she rewarded me with a loud "Ohhhhhhhhh" and an even louder moan. I kept the strokes short and shallow at first, just enough to keep her on the edge. I lowered my face to her ear and whispered, "I'm going to use you. I'm going to use you to make me feel good. This is to remind you who owns you." Another moan and she squirmed again, until I reached around her throat with me left hand and squeezed just enough. This produced the desired effect, she let out a gasp and her breathing became ragged.

I grabbed a fistful of hair with my right hand and continued working on her for several minutes, finally allowing her the release she so desperately needed. I was giving it to her doggie style, and I had continued my earlier assault on her ass with my hands as I thrust in and out of her. Her breathing became more ragged and the moans turned to squeals. She arched her back like a cat and started to shake and shudder, fully in the throws of her orgasm. I didn't let up the rhythm until it was done and she fell back onto the bed.

I rolled her over, pulled her legs up to her chest and entered her once again in one swift thrust. She let out a very load moan and instinctively threw her legs over my shoulders, knowing exactly what I like. Her second orgasm didn't take long, and soon she was trying to pull back away from me in vain as I pounded into her, since I had her pinned to the bed and the headboard - there was no where for her to go and she had to ride the wave of pleasure that I prolonged with my continued thrusts. As she reached the peak, I felt the sensation building in my balls. It was only going to take a few more strokes and if I didn't stop I would be over the edge myself.

I thought about holding off and making it last longer by slowing down, or pulling out and letting her catch her breath. Instead, I decided I had tortured her enough and increased the tempo and soon as I was flooding her with my cum as she was just beginning to come down from her climax. This triggered her again, and she had a third orgasm in less than 20 minutes time. Once done, we fell apart onto the bed, with me rolling onto my back next to her. She was breathing hard and had the dream-like look on her face that let me know she was zooming along in subspace. After a few minutes, I pulled her to me, and she took her normal spot resting her head in the crook of my shoulder, snuggling up next to me. We stayed like that for what seemed like hours. In reality it was only a few minutes, before we both realized we needed to get up and I needed to get back to work and she needed to head into the kitchen to start prepping dinner. On her way, I issued another order to her, "Make me a pot of coffee." She nodded, "Of course Master." And headed off down the hallway, and me back in to the confines of my den.

She called to me to inform me it was ready. I would like to have her bring it to me, but try as she might, she can never seem to add the sugar and milk just the way I like it. We will have to work on that. Especially since, as I informed her today, I will be getting her that maid uniform in the very near future. Thanks to Dave for the wonderful idea! (Must give credit where credit is due)

Somehow, I have a feeling that dinner will taste just a bit better tonight, now that we have had some time together and the chance for me to firmly remind her of her place. She wasn't mis-behaving or performing badly, but every so often, by her own admission, she needs a good spanking to keep her head in the right place and her submissiveness in line.