Squeeze

Last night Master and I were sitting on the bed. I had my head lowered and was nuzzling His neck on and off. I would stop and lightly kiss Him on the mouth before nuzzling Him again. Eventually He grabbed my throat and forced me to lay on my back. He then very aggressively started molesting my tits with His mouth. Normally He is rough when He does that but this time His teeth were used almost constantly, including when He would take my entire breast into my mouth. I don't mean to say that to make it sound like my tits are small. I'm a mid b-cup... but He has a big mouth. *laughs* He wouldn't remove His hand from my throat the entire time. He wasn't applying much pressure but He made sure that no matter what He did His hand was on my throat and both of my arms were pinned down by His body.

When He was done He sat up, while still gripping my throat, and forced my legs apart before slapping my pussy lips lightly. As He maneuvered Himself in between my legs He applied more pressure with His hand. As He forcibly entered me He squeezed my throat even more.

I felt myself getting light headed. He would ease up on the pressure on my throat long enough for me to gasp a few deep breaths and then He would apply more pressure than He did before. He is always very, very careful when He's choking me. He makes sure to balance Himself in such a way that there is never a risk of Him slipping and accidentally applying His full body weight to my throat. Although He does love getting me as close as possible to passing out before allowing me to breathe. And I have to admit that I love it too. I know that I can tap His arm at any time which is basically a "safety" thing where if I feel uncomfortable or unsafe He will completely let go. That has actually never happened.

After He was done He laid on top of me and alternated in positions He wanted me twisted into. While He had both of my legs on His shoulders He leaned forward, effectively bending me in half.  I reached down and started massaging His balls. He had already allowed me to cum several times but as He got closer to His orgasm He ordered me to cum once again. As soon as mine peaked His started.

We were both very tired afterward. It didn't take long before we started getting settled in to go to sleep.

Wanton

A few days ago Master had hurt His ribs. They aren't broken or anything, but they are bruised. Since then they have been causing Him pain, which is to be expected. Last night I was horny but I figured that due to His ribs He would want to just sleep. So I asked Him if I should just take my pills. He said yes. I took my pills and we went to bed. He had on a pair on boxer briefs and I had on a cotton nightie type thing. We curled up and I tried to get as close to Him as possible. We were both laying on our sides with His chest against my back. Like I said, I was horny. And even though I figured we wouldn't be fucking because we had literally just laid down to go to sleep, I at least wanted to feel His crotch pressed up against me. That may sound a little weird, but that's what I wanted.

I cuddled up and pressed my ass against His crotch. He made a little noise but then He readjusted His upper body which moved Him a little away from me. I moved back again. This time I felt His cock throb a little bit. I quietly moaned a little bit but then tried to continue to lay still. I readjusted my hips a little bit and as a result my ass pressed further against His cock, causing it to throb again.

He chuckled and asked if I was trying to tell Him something. I smirked in the dark and said, "Sorry Master."

I knew that originally He wanted to sleep so I was trying to behave myself but it wasn't easy.

In response He slipped His arm up under mine and moved the strap of my nightie so He could cup my breast in His hand. I honestly thought that He wanted to fall asleep like that. It felt really, really good. He wasn't squeezing or playing with it or anything. It was simply resting in His hand. I greatly enjoyed that sensation.

I felt my pussy lips becoming fuller and warmer but I was still trying to lay still thinking that He still wanted to sleep due to His ribs hurting.

I was wrong.

As we continued to lay there in silence I felt His cock throb more and more. Neither of us were moving. We were simply laying there with my breast cupped in His hand and my ass pressed against His crotch. Next thing I know He's tossing the blankets off of Himself and sitting up to take His boxer briefs off. I remained exactly where I was.

As soon as that was done He laid back down just as we had been, but His boxer briefs were off and my nightie was hiked up and the straps on my nightie were completely down. He cupped my breast in His hand again and started biting and chewing on my neck. I couldn't stop moaning, it felt that damn good.

He slipped His hand in between us and guided His cock inside me. He started off slow at first while still gnawing on my neck and upper shoulder. But it didn't take long for Him to start fucking me hard.

The sexual positions changed quite a few times. I was on my side, then on my stomach, then on my side again but with my legs crossed. We were both talking dirty to one another. A few times while He was gripping my tits really tightly I covered His hand with mine before reaching to place my hand on the back of His neck just below His hairline and sometimes reaching to rub my hand across His upper thigh.

It was just absolute bliss. The noises both of us were making, the words that were exchanged, just... everything.

Towards the end He asked if He should rape me. I begged for it.

He flipped me back onto my stomach with my legs spread widely. His legs were hooked underneath mine, forcing them to stay open, while He pinned my upper body to the mattress with His hands. I begged for His cum and eventually He filled me with it.

Afterwards I cleaned Him up gently but for an extended period of time.

The sex had been so wet though that we both had to clean up a bit before going back to sleep. He commented on how I had actually gotten my cum on His thighs. He called me a wanton slut. I simply smiled and commented on how I hope I have bruises in the morning from Him biting me. There have been plenty of times where it hurts in the morning but there aren't any bruises.

But I am happy to say that I do have bruises today! Love them.

Set Me Off

I would like to note that this is technically my post for 03/19/14. It will probably show as 03/20/14 but that's because it's past midnight. Master and I had been watching random things on Netflix and He was checking stuff out on the computer and about a half hour ago a light bulb went off above my head. "I still need to do my blog post." Once Master was done with what He had to do online He allowed me to hop on so I could do this post. 

We had some hot sex the other night. Well, it didn't start off hot. It started off with a bit of a mood killer, which we thankfully bounced back from rather quickly.

We had decided to watch a porno, which honestly we started watching simply because we were bored. But it did put us both in the mood so we headed to the bedroom. This is where the mood killer part comes in. I was on my back and when He got into bed next to me He pulled me to Him so that I was on my side. I didn't realize it at the time but He was leaning down to start chewing on my neck. My hair had ended up under His arm and it wasn't comfortable so I tried to move my head to try and pull at least some of my hair out from under His arm and ended up basically smashing the top of my head into His nose. I don't know how many times I apologized. I honestly did feel bad about it.

Once His nose stopped hurting He wrapped His arms around me and quickly rolled so that I was on my back again and He was on top of me, but His arms were still wrapped around me. I wasn't going anywhere. Not that I wanted to. He molested my tits for a long time before kneeling up and yanking on my legs so that I went down to where He was, rather than Him moving forward.

He rubbed the head of His cock along my slit, sometimes focusing on my clit. At the time I remember wondering if my clit hood piercing felt good against His cock while He was doing that. I didn't ask. I just enjoyed it.

Once He slipped inside of me He leaned forward and held me close to Him. After a couple of orgasms He knelt up again and lifted my ass up off the bed. I knew He was trying to go as deep as possible so I arched my back so my hips were pointed down, my entire back was off the bed and my head was pushed back. The only thing that was still touching the mattress was the top of my head and my shoulder blades. After I came again He lifted my legs up and put them over His shoulders.

He then pushed His upper body forward so I was basically bent in half. Another orgasm comes and goes. He sits back up so He is fully on His knees again and He takes my legs, keeps them bent at the knees, but puts my feet against His chest. He then grabbed my hips and bounced me off His cock. I was getting close to another orgasm when He said, "Set me off inside of you."

I immediately peaked into a very intense orgasm and as soon as I felt my pussy clench down for the first time I felt His cock start to throb as He enjoyed that sensation with me.

As we both floated back down from our orgasmic bliss He rested against me and we both caught our breath. Once He rolled off of me I flipped onto my stomach. Suddenly my lower back had become very uncomfortable. I am flexible, yes. But that doesn't mean that my body always agrees with it. But I never feel it during sex. I only ever feel it after the fact. He asked me if I was okay. I told Him that I was great, it was just my lower back. So He worked on it for a few minutes and it felt a lot better. It was mainly just stiff.

Tight Grip

While we were fucking last night I was on my stomach and He was resting on top of me when He grabbed one of my hips and rolled onto His side, pulling me with Him.

He wrapped His one leg over both of mine, keeping a firm grip on my hip. His other arm was across my chest and holding my back against His upper body. He rotated His hips and I did my best to try and buck back. It's not always easy in that position. Also, it seemed like He didn't really want me to move because His grip on my hip became tighter, so that He remained balls deep in me while He rotated His hips.

So I stopped moving for a while. I didn't really want to talk but I also wanted His hand around my throat. So I slowly reached down and gently grabbed the hand He had on my hips and pulled a little bit. He has told me that if I want something I am always allowed to ask in one form or another and He'll decide whether or not it's going to happen.

He had apparently decided that He was going to allow it because I was able to continue gently pulling His arm up before sliding my hand up to His as it got closer to my neck. I let go as soon as He took a grip on my throat and started choking me.

Not hard. Just a little bit of pressure at first. I wanted it a little tighter so I pressed on His hand a little bit and the grip became tighter. His thrusting became faster and more insistent. I arched my back just enough so that my clit was resting on His balls and getting massaged by them with every move He made.

The grip He had on my throat became even stronger as He got closer to getting off. It is one of the kinks that turns us both on a lot. Choking and biting are the key ones. He ordered me to cum with Him. It was amazing.

Bite Marks

Yesterday Master and I had incredible sex. Holy hell. And there was a lot of biting involved. *grins* Meaning Him biting me.. not the other way around. I'm sure you already guessed that though. If not, you haven't been reading here long enough. *laughs*

The foreplay involved biting. The actually fucking included biting. And they were deep bites. These weren't little nips or Him simply scraping His teeth against my skin. These were deep. Honestly the way it felt I'm surprised blood wasn't drawn. And it felt fucking amazing. Sometimes I get off from biting more than others. I mean it's always hot. Don't get me wrong. But sometimes it actually hurts. As in "Ow! Son of a bitch." Now, that doesn't mean I'm not enjoying it.

Hi, I'm Kitten and I'm a masochist. *waves*

But other times... even though it's a nice deep bite it doesn't really hurt. Not like that anyway. It just feels.. I'm not sure how to explain it. It seems to heighten everything else that's going on. And sometimes I lose myself in them.

There are times where we haven't been doing anything sexual at all and Master will call me over to kneel in front of His chair. Once I'm there He'll tell me to put my back to Him and move my hair. When He says that I know what's about to happen. The whole moving the hair part is the key. Not so much the kneeling. Once I've done what He wanted He'll wrap His arms around me so I can't move, force my head to turn enough that my neck is bare and in an offering position.

Then He clamps His teeth into my flesh and there is a shock that goes throughout my entire body. And He'll keep His teeth just as they were when He bit in. He doesn't move His head. If anything He'll bite down harder. And when that happens most of the time I'll lose myself in it. I close my eyes and just keep everything else out except for the sensations of Him holding me and His teeth buried in my neck or shoulder. (It depends on His mood that day.) And then... once I start drifting even more I'll hear Him moan and growl with my skin still in between His teeth. When that happens I feel His breath coming out of His nose on my skin.

*shivers*

And it's not like He does it just for me. Oh fuck no. He enjoys the hell of out it. He'll get rock hard just from biting me, with no other stimulus. And I do mean rock hard.

So today I touched each bite mark on my neck and shoulders repeatedly. Yes, there was more than one. And they are extremely tender but in an oh so wonderful way. And you can see the indents of His teeth. Those aren't going to fade anytime soon.

Bitten & Bruised

Last night I had dressed up for Master. I tried to be a little more original about it rather than tossing on any lingerie outfit. So I found a top that only covers my tits and put on a pair of heels with my leg warmers pulled over the tops of them. I felt very sexy and Master seemed very pleased by my choice. We watched a movie and after that was done I asked Master if we could go fool around. Needless to say He had no problem with that.

I got to the bedroom first. I got comfortable and kept the heels on. Sometimes He wants me to keep the heels on and sometimes He doesn't. So I just keep them on until He tells me to take them off. I didn't have to wait long for Him to join me in the bedroom.

He rested on His side and pulled me to Him so He could chew on my neck. It had been a while since He had done that. He had a cold sore for the past week and as a result couldn't use His mouth at all in regards to sex and foreplay.

So feeling His teeth sinking into my flesh felt amazing. I love being His chew toy. And that is one of His major turn ons. If He can chew on me or rake His teeth against my skin He is a very happy man.

Once He was done chewing on me He gently pushed me onto my back and started flicking His tongue against my nipple. I reached down and started stroking His cock while He went from one to the other. After I was good and revved up He told me to slide up so He could eat me out. It didn't take long before I was cumming.

He continued to gently run His tongue over my clit for a little while as I was attempting to catch my breath. After a little while He knelt up, grabbed my hips, and pulled me down the bed until my pussy was lined up with His cock.

He fucked me in several different positions and ordered me to cum a few times. The next time He ordered me to cum I shook my head. I wanted to be used. Rather than putting me on my stomach like He normally does when I go into sex doll mode He grabbed my legs and turned me on my side. His cock never slipped out. He knelt behind me on placed one of His large hands on my neck and His other hand on my hip. It felt amazing. Between getting bitten and being pinned down to the bed like that I was in total docile mode and was flying high in my sub space.

After He came He leaned over me for a little while and He said something along the lines of Him hoping He hadn't bruised my neck. I couldn't help but laugh at that. I love getting bruises from Him, as long as they aren't received through punishment. The other reason I laughed is because He'll leave bruises on my neck simply from biting me and He was worried about bruising my neck with His hand.

He chuckled a little too but brought up the fact that He didn't want people seeing those kind of bruises and thinking that I'm getting physically abused at home. Especially with our size difference it probably wouldn't take much for someone to think He was beating me (in a bad way) and want to report spousal abuse.

The bruises He leaves with his teeth can always be hidden by my hair since my hair is long and thick and it's normally towards the back of my neck. But this time His hand was right on the side of my neck, which would be visible. I understood His concern.

After I cleaned Him off He allowed me to get undressed.

I will say that this morning I checked and there were no bruises. I was disappointed in the fact that I enjoy bruises from Him but relieved on the note that we didn't have to worry about people thinking such things.

Desire

This past weekend Master and I were both rather frisky. I would walk past Him and grope Him. He would do the same to me. We would just kind of wink at one another every now and then. Small stuff.

But the small stuff is important. It helps keep the fires going. Yes, we see each other every day. Yes, we have been together for a decade. But we still desire one another and we show it. I think that is very important. I want Him to know how attracted I am to Him and how sexy I think He is. And I really, really appreciate it when Master lets me know the same.

As a result of this though, we had sex more frequently this weekend. I know during the week I'm tired and worn out from work and all that noise. So I understand that we need to relax and just be goofy. But the sex.. oh my gods the sex.. We have always had incredible sex. Always. There are varying degrees of course, but neither of us have ever thought it was "just okay". Not once.

I am trying to initiate it more. I have a tendency to just wait for Him to bring it up. Master's choice and all that, ya know? But He wants me to initiate too and to voice what I want. After that it's up to Him whether or not He is in the mood for that. Although I will say He does aim to please when He is a generous mood. *smirks*

I wanted it rough most of the weekend and that's exactly what I got. Now, I'm not saying it was only because I asked for it. Obviously that is not the way things work. His mood matched, so that's what happened.

I was a very happy slave this past weekend. Rough sex. Many orgasms. Molested up one side and down the other. I was used only for His pleasure. He likes to call me a sex doll or a sex toy when He does that. Or He'll tell me that He's only using me to jerk Himself off. *purrs* Love it!

Needless to say I was very tired last night and was out almost as soon as I got under the covers and my head hit the pillow. I don't remember looking at the clock at all. It was wonderful.

Sick Bitch

Master has accused me of being a sick bitch for years. Well, basically our entire relationship. Surprising, I know. Innocent little me? Sick in the head? No! It simply can't be. Who am I kidding. I know I'm sick in the head. And no, for once, I am not referring to the fact that I'm bipolar. *laughs* After all, I'm medicated for that. I don't think there is a medication for the other parts though. And even if there is, I don't want them.

Lets see here... why on Earth would someone tell me I'm a sick bitch. *ponders this*

Well, there is that whole romance in death thing. Ya know, that whole morbid thing I have going on. But no, Master is totally accepting of that part of me. Thankfully. A lot of people think that is weird, fucked up, etc. But not Master. He actually likes some of my quirks regarding that.

Nope. What Master is referring to is the fact that I mentally get off from fear. I like it when He scares me a bit. And I don't mean when He walks up on me, quiet as can be, while I'm in the bathroom or kitchen. As much of a brick wall as that man of mine is, He can be basically silent when He's walking. He has made me jump by seemingly appearing out of nowhere more times than I can count. You would think I would be used to it by now. He always laughs at me when it happens.

The fear I'm talking about though has nothing to do with that. No I mean the sexual kind of fear. Basically, think of something fucked up that is sexual in nature and induces fear and that is what I mentally get off on.

I thought of Him when I saw this:

Now, spanking isn't scary. Well... unless a belt is involved because that shit fucking hurts. It hurts where I don't think I'm getting any sexual pleasure out of it at all but then Master will dip His fingers in between my legs and it's like Niagara Falls down there. That's normally a good time for Him to call me a sick bitch. *nods*

Sometimes He'll be describing something that horrifies me to a point but also turns me on beyond belief. There was a time where He would hold a knife and run the tip along my skin or hold it close to my throat. (Not close enough that if I twitched it would end horribly, but close enough to scare the ever living hell out of me, in a good way.) That hasn't happened in years. That is not a complaint by the way. There are quite a few things that we did a lot that we just don't do anymore. Edge play. Wax play. Things of that nature.

Choking is a huge turn on for me. I've never passed out from it. I've gotten very close to it though. One particular instance comes to mind.

I was on all fours and He was fucking me. He reached forward and wrapped His hand around my neck. He must of squeezed just right and while I didn't pass out, my upper body collapsed on the bed. He let my neck slip out of His hand. My sight was gone for a few seconds but I was still aware of what was going on. It was like a mini black out I guess. It scared me but I also got a hell of a lot wetter. As soon as I fully came out of it I went back to propping myself up on my hands. He asked if I was okay and I nodded my head and we continued.

What I find interesting now, looking back on it, is that I didn't allow my hips to fall at all. That would have fucked up Master's rhythm and made Him slip out.

I do have this standing thing where if it gets to be too scary for me, I can tap His hand or arm, or basically whatever I can reach and He'll ease up. He is always careful and pays very close attention. I do love it when He's choking me and fucking me really hard and He tells me to either cum or pass out. *swoons*

Teeth Meet Flesh

Last night Master and I were goofing around in the living room, just talking and what not. At one point I said something along the lines of, "I'm horny and hyper."

He laughed and told me to get my tail to the bedroom. Sir, yes Sir! *smirks* So I got my tail to the bedroom. I got comfortable and shortly after I did Master joined me in bed.

He pulled me close and started chewing on my neck. He started off slowly, working His way up and down my neck. Then He really started clamping down with His teeth, and it felt amazing. I did whine a few times because it would be a sudden jolt of pain forcing it's way through a nice sensation of pressure and pain that wasn't nearly as bad as that split second jolt. He chuckled, with the flesh of my neck still in between His teeth, when that happened.

He let go and kissed His way up my neck until He was kissing my lips softly. After a handful of kisses I raised my chin and He bit me, hard, right under my chin. That fucking hurt. I was surprised that I enjoyed it. That's the funny thing about biting though, sometimes it'll feel amazing and other times it's all I can do to not squirm.

After a few more quick bites He went to molesting my tits and I snaked my arm down so I could stroke His cock. He then opened my legs and knelt in between them so He could rub the head of His cock up and down my pussy. I did start to squirm then and He started to slowly slide in until He was half way in and then He just slammed the rest of the way in.

The sex was incredible, and rough. He pinned me down and choked me. He bounced me off His cock and then put both of my legs up, one on each shoulder, so He could lean forward and effectively bend me in half.

After I had gotten off about 105 times He pulled out, flipped me on my stomach and used me until He got off.

We cuddled for a little while and once we caught our breath we went back into the living room. It was a little after 2:30am by that point so I figured I would stay up a while longer since He was allowing it and I didn't have to work today. But it took more out of me than I had thought; I don't think I made it more than 20 minutes before I asked Master if I could go to bed. He said that was fine and that He would join me shortly. I passed out almost as soon as my head hit the pillow.

This morning I checked the mirror and I was amazed by the fact that there are no bruises on my neck. I don't know if I was surprised or disappointed or both. Right now, I'm leaning towards both.

Because I'm A Girl

It seems that the general opinion is that if you are a girl and you enjoy sex or have a high sex drive you're a slut. Now, while Master may call me a slut in a loving way.. I have never actually been a slut. His slut, yes. But not a slut.

I do have a high sex drive. And I love sex. I more than enjoy it, I love it. I'm very open minded sexually and have some kinks that are a little out there. But I've just never really understood why if you're a girl it's a bad thing for you to enjoy or like sex. It's just the general feeling of people as a majority. I'm not singling any specific group of people out.

It's just a double standard I suppose. If a guy loves sex and has a high sex drive he's cool. He's a player. He's got game. Enter whatever other cliche you can think of.

But a girl? Slut. Whore. It's almost as if a woman should be ashamed of enjoying sex or talking about it. Fuck that noise. I love sex! Love. Love. Love. And Master knows just how to satisfy my cravings.

Like I said, I'm Master's slut and His whore. But I don't think that just because I have a sex drive makes me a bad person or an odd female. Or maybe it does make me an odd female. I have heard of a lot of women using sex as a weapon, as a reward, or just to shut their man up.

Even without our dynamic in place I could never imagine doing something like that. Either you want to fuck or your don't. Don't be a bitch about it.

And, just so you know, I've been getting laid a lot lately. *smirks* My pussy is sore. My neck feels bruised from Him biting me but there are no bruises to be seen. The skin is extremely tender though. *happy sigh*

I Needed That

Master and I were sitting in the living room today and we had literally just finished talking about how blah I've been due to stress and what not. He told me to kneel at His feet and give Him a hug. So I knelt in front of His chair and did exactly that. The hugging led to a kiss, the kissing led to more kissing and before you know it we're in the bedroom. We were both feeling frisky and we hadn't fucked in a while.

I laid on my side facing Him. He swept my hair back from my neck and started chewing on it. He held me in place as He bit, nipped, and licked my neck. I immediately went into my sub space. It was long before He rolled me onto my back while simultaneously rolled on top of me. My flesh was still locked in between His teeth. He slide one arm under me and grabbed the back of my neck. He slid down just enough to start nipping and sucking my nipples. He then took His free hand and grabbed the front of my neck.

I literally could not move. Here I am, flat on my back with His hands literally wrapping around my throat from both directions while He's laying on top of me with my breast in His mouth. I didn't want to move, it all felt so damn good. But to me, it makes it even hotter to know that I couldn't move even if I wanted to.

After thoroughly abusing my tits with His teeth He moved off of me and knelt on the bed. I sucked His cock while He held onto my hair. While still holding onto my hair He pulled my head up and told me to turn around on all fours. He never let go of my hair so He got an even better grip since my hair was now twisted around His hand.

He forced me to back up onto His cock. He loves making me do that sometimes. I was already soaking wet. I hadn't even cum yet and my juices were already dripping down His balls. My back was arched and I was using my finger tips to keep my balance since He had my head pulled back so far and He told me to get used to that position since He'll be putting me in it the next time His dick is up my ass.

He allowed me to cum over and over again before letting go of my hair and having me bow down in front of Him. I reached back and fondled His balls as He continued to fuck me. He allowed me to cum one more time before slamming balls deep into me and coating my swollen pussy with His cum.

We collapsed next to one another. We admitted how much we had both needed that. I feel a lot better now. More relaxed. Happier.

Sometimes ya just need to get fucked.

Stress? What Stress?

Master knows how to make me forget about my stress for a while, that's for damn sure. Yeah, it'll creep back in eventually but today? Today I don't give a fuck. Why? Because I was roughly fucked, twice, and it still hurts. *grin*

Last night Master and I were both feeling frisky so off to the bedroom we went. He ate me out to the point that I was so sensitive that I whimpered when He brushed my clit with His finger. He did it on purpose of course. *laughs* He fucked me to the point that I was cramping a little bit but dear gods did it feel amazing.

This was after one of our dry spells. And most people wouldn't even call it a dry spell. But with the way we are, it's one to us. It had been about a week. Maybe a week and a half, tops.

He came really hard. And I was so sore and tender at that point that I felt every, single pulse of His cock as He coated my pussy with His cum. It was incredible.

We were both out of breath and needed something to drink afterward. We then stumbled our way back to the bedroom, laid down and we both immediately passed out while He was holding me close. That was at about 4am.

We woke up today probably around 1pm. Yes, I know we were extremely lazy. But I know that Master really, really needed the sleep as His had a bad bout of insomnia lately. Me? I just sleep a lot better when He's next to me. So on the weekends I tend to sleep in late. During the work week our sleep schedules don't really match up.

Today after I did some minor errands and we had been relaxing in the living room a while Master looked at me and asked me what I wanted to do. I said I wasn't sure because there wasn't really a lot to do today. He said, "Well, we could go fool around." That made me giggle. He ordered me to the bedroom. I stroked His cock as He used His hand to squeeze my neck a little here and there and run His fingers along the side of my neck. He then had me sit up while He grabbed our two pillows and had me lay on top of them so they put my hips up off the bed.

Needless to say He wasn't gentle entering me. I was wet, but not quite wet enough. That didn't stop Him. It never does. It was swollen and tight and just dear gods did it hurt in a delicious way. He forced three orgasms out of me before pinning me down and using me as His masturbation toy. It hurt more while He used me. I almost cried. But I loved every second of it. He filled me once more and as He pulled out and laid next to me I did actually start to cry. It wasn't due to pain. I was just overwhelmed, in a good way. It happens sometimes after rough sex. It's a form of release in many different ways. He pulled me to Him, rested His head on my upper back and just held me. As I was started to calm down He told me what a good girl I am, how proud of me He is. He called me an excellent girl. That one immediately made me stop crying and I turned into jello. I love it when He calls me a good girl. I live for those words. But for Him to go above that? It felt so good in so many different ways.

Creative

Last night I asked Master if He wanted me to dress up for Him. He said yes. I told Him I had an idea in my head as to what to wear but that I would have to piece it together and that I wanted to surprise Him. No peeking! He chuckled and said that would be fine.

So I went into the bedroom and grabbed the pieces I would need and hurried off to the bathroom. After I was done with my shower I closed the bathroom door (I'm not allowed to have the bathroom door closed while I'm taking a bath or shower) and put on some eyeliner. That took a little longer than usual as I couldn't get the damn lines straight. So finally I get that done and then start to put on the lingerie ensemble that I had put together.

I slipped on a black mini skirt, after that I put on my leg warmers. I slipped those up a little bit, put on my heels and then stretched the bottom of the leg warmers over the heels. I then grabbed a cute little top and I was ready to show Master.

He was extremely happy with how it looked. We relaxed for a little while before heading off to the bedroom. He pinned me down and chewed on my neck for a little while. As He slid down and started sucking and nipping my tits I couldn't help but start to melt already. I was in a rough mood and He knows exactly how to satisfy that.

He chewed on my nipples and then bit the skin under my tits. That is a very, very sensitive area. I fully admit that I whimpered and squeaked when He did that. After that He ate me out and after I came He continued to gently finger me and suck on my clit. Normally I'm way too sensitive for that and will attempt to back away as quickly as possible. But for some reason last night it felt amazing and I came again rather quickly.

He fucked me roughly and put me in some rather interesting positions that just made His cock go in deeper. It was one of those, just when you thought that it couldn't get any deeper, suddenly it's possible. It's a shock every time that happens.

He allowed me to cum over and over again until finally He filled me with His. I went to bed shortly there after but Master was wired as He had an entire pot of coffee within three hours so yeah, there was no way in hell that man was going to bed anytime soon.

When I fell asleep it was with a smile on my face and the smell of sex in the air. I can't think of a better way to end a Friday night.

Butt Slut

For the past week one or both of us haven't been feeling well. It's either been my shoulders, my neck, His back, His neck, one of us just not feeling well in general or both not feeling well at the same time. As a result, we haven't fucked in a week.

Well last night I was horny and so was He. He was playing a video game and when I went to take my shower I asked Him if He wanted me to dress up for Him. He said yes. So before I hopped in the shower I picked out some lingerie and put it in the bathroom.

I took a longer shower than usual just to loosen up my shoulders a little bit with the hot water. Once that was done I put on the lingerie I had picked out. It wasn't anything special. It was fishnet stockings that are crotchless and assless. I then tossed on a pair of heels. That was it. Nice and simply. I also put on a little bit of eye shadow. Why? I'm not sure. It was just once I had that on I looked at myself in the mirror and for whatever reason decided that it would be nice to put on a little bit of make-up for Master.

He was still playing His video game when I walked into the living room. As I'm walking down the hallway He is telling me about something that is going on in His game. When He looked up He stopped mid-sentence and said, "Hello there..." I giggled and stood in front of Him. He was very pleased.

A little while later we went to the bedroom. I took the heels off just to make things easier so we wouldn't have to worry about my heels digging into His leg or tearing the sheets or whatever.

He had me lay on my stomach and ate my ass for a little while. It does turn me on but it also relaxes my entire body. I'm not sure why and I don't know if anyone else experiences that, but that's what happens.

The way that He was positioned I was able to use my feet to play with His cock. Neither of us have a foot fetish but every now and then it's kinky and fun.

When He was done He opened one of the three anal toys that I recently purchased. I had asked Him to pick one out because He normally has me do it. So He picked up, put some lube on it and slowly inserted it into my ass. He moved it around a little bit to make sure that I wasn't uncomfortable. He asked me if I wanted Him to fuck me while I had the anal toy in. I of course said yes. This is all part of the training in my eyes.

He started off gently at first. He kissed the top of my head and I nuzzled the side of His face. It was more romantic and erotic and than our usual rough sex but I really enjoyed it. It's a rare treat that we both enjoy every now and then.

However I did reach a point where I asked Him to fuck me harder. He apparently had no problem with that because the minute I asked He started pounding my pussy. It was delicious.

Then I wanted to take it a step further since I had the anal toy in. I asked Him to "rape" me. We have a particular position that we refer to as the "rape" position. Basically I lay on my stomach, His feet and ankles hook under my legs and He pins my wrists to the bed with His hands. This time though He had me prop myself up long enough so He could tuck two pillows under my hips, forcing my ass in the air. It felt amazing. When I am in said position I am no longer allowed to cum. It's all about Him. That doesn't stop me from enjoying the hell out of it though.

After He came He slowly pulled the toy out. Just to be on the safe side, in case some of the lube had dripped down He washed up and so did I. There wasn't any "mess" or anything, we just err on the side of caution. I then cleaned off the toy. Master allowed me to stay up an extra 15 minutes afterward. I had a whole body buzz going and was wired. So He let me sit in the living room with Him for 15 minutes and then I had to go to bed since it was almost 1am already.

I went to sleep very happy. I was surprised that my ass didn't hurt this morning though. I know it was just an anal toy but every time He pushed forward with His hips the toy pushed in deeper as well. In other words while He fucked my pussy the toy fucked my ass.

He told me last night that He'll turn me into a butt slut eventually. I'm really enjoying the training so far. Hopefully it won't be long before we can try to move from the training to anal sex and not have me be too uncomfortable to continue.

Slammed Into Submission

Last night Master and I went into the bedroom to fool around. It was one of those rare times where I really wasn't sure what my mood was in regards to sex. Master asked me and I felt a little stupid saying that I wasn't sure. Yes, He can do whatever He wants but sometimes He wants to know what I want and then He can take that under consideration. But as I said, I wasn't sure.

Master started off a bit gentle but then it got rough rather quickly. He grabbed my tits and squeezed them, twisted them, pinched my nipples.

Eventually He knelt in between my legs and leaned forward. He put His right hand on my throat and squeezed. As He did that He put His left hand over my mouth. He forced His cock into me and the tears started to flow. I wasn't scared, I wasn't in pain or anything.

Sometimes when He is that rough I'll become overwhelmed and start to cry. It's not a bad feeling. It sets me into docile mode rather fucking quickly though. He ordered me to cum as He continued to squeeze my throat and cover my mouth. I could barely breathe. I could breathe out of my nose for the most part but it wasn't helping much. I got off rather hard. He then moved His hands and continued to fuck me roughly. When He told me to cum again I shook my head. I couldn't. It wasn't that He wasn't doing anything right or He wasn't hitting the right spots. Sometimes when I'm slammed into docile mode like that I simply can't get off. This was one of those times.

So He used me. At one point He had me pinned in half. My knees were by my head and He hit even deeper, causing me to shake a little bit. He then moved back, grabbed my ankles and flipped me onto my stomach. He mounted me, tucked His feet under my legs, forcing them further apart and grabbed my wrists, pinning me to the bed. I had stopped crying by this point. I was still somewhat out of breath and very docile still. How could I not be? Especially in that position.

After He filled me with His cum He allowed me to lay close to Him and kind of hide my face in His chest. He allowed me to stay that way for a little while before ordering me to clean His cock with my mouth. I got a little more aftercare once I did that. He asked me if I was okay. I said that yes, I was okay. I was just very, very docile.

We went into the living room afterward. It was a good hour before my bedtime so I thought that I would be staying up. But my body and mind had other ideas. I think I sat on the couch for a whopping 15 minutes before asking if I could go to sleep. He asked me if I was okay again. I assured Him that I was. After that He gave me a hug and a kiss and told me to go get some sleep.

Swollen Shut

Last night before we went to sleep Master ate me out in such a way that it took almost no time at all before I got off. Normally I like to hold back a little bit because it feels so damn good, but it was like a firecracker went off. It was amazing. He then made sure to make me cum as often as possible. He was relentless. It was like He was trying to make me cum until I couldn't see straight. He got pretty damn close too. As it was as soon as we were done and we had cuddled up to one another I passed the fuck out.

Today has been extremely relaxing. All we've done is watch Netflix, talk and fuck. It's been pretty damn awesome. I am/was still sore from last night. So when He ordered me to the bedroom early in the afternoon it didn't take long for it to hurt, in good ways. There were more than a few times where I wanted to back up a little bit, but I knew I couldn't. Plus, the man was pinning me down or grabbing my hips so I couldn't get away. It's like He's a damn mind reader sometimes. But when it hurts and feels good all at the same time it leaves me with this wonderful floaty feeling afterward. Plus, before He fucked me that time He made sure to bite my neck to the point that I got so docile I was floating already and felt like a rag doll. All before even entering me.

We watched more Netflix afterward and about an hour and a half ago Master ordered me to the bedroom again. I was horny, but I knew this was going to hurt.

He planned on using me this time. That's what I wanted. When I'm feeling that docile, sexually, I don't want to cum. I just want to be used and abused. And so I was.

I was laying on my stomach and He started to enter me. He was taking His time though. Mainly because I was so swollen that it was like my body was saying, "No more!"

But Master wasn't having it. He asked if He should get it over with. I didn't really want to answer that question. But eventually I said yes. So He just slammed into me and I did move up that time from pure shock and the sudden pain. As a result He made sure to pin my arms down. I was whimpering and "squeaking" as He calls it. Basically they are small noises I make when it hurts but feels so damn good at the same time. He loves it when He can make me do that repeatedly. He's an evil, evil man and I love Him for it.

It hurt. But it was ssooo worth it.

Although now that I've been off my period for a few days, I know I have to start bringing up anal training again. I don't know why, maybe it's because of the lower back pain I get when I'm on the rag, but anal sex or anal training is not a good idea during that time of the month.

I've been dodging that subject for a while now. And it's not fair to Him because I know He loves fucking my ass. I used to really enjoy it as well. I don't know what changed but all of a sudden I couldn't relax all the way, which made it hurt more. So now, back to anal training 101. He is an ass man. He loves my ass and wants to fuck it. Repeatedly. So we have to start working to that again. I don't want to deny Him anything. And I've been getting more and more in touch with my sub space recently. It's not that I ever lost sight of being owned by Him. But for some reason it's like I'm connecting to that part of myself in a deeper and different way than usual. This could prove to be interesting.

Other Side of the Coin

Master and I had a great three day weekend with one another. There were a lot of errands to take care of, but even then we were having a good time and just enjoying it.

But there was also really, really great sex.

Saturday night Master and I retired to the bedroom some time around 2am. We weren't planning on going to sleep, we just wanted to fuck. So off to the bedroom! (Quickly, to the Bat Cave!)

Master started off by using His mouth all over me which drove me up a wall and back in very exciting ways. He bit my neck until I thought He was going to go completely through the skin. There is no mark but it still hurts deliciously. From there He went to my tits and molested those. (He later commented that it sounded like I was going to cum just from that. Yes, it felt that damn good.)

He moved down and settled between my legs. He took His time and brought me up to the point of cumming and pulled back a bit and focused on another area. Back and forth, back and forth.. it was wonderful. When I came it felt like a rush of heat and I couldn't hold out any longer. It made me arch my back and claw at the wall. From there He told me it was my turn. He laid on His back and I, being the good slut that I am, started sucking His dick and doing variations on what I normally do, just to keep it interesting. He called me a good cock sucker and ran His fingers through my hair while pushing up with His hips. I thought that honestly was the way He wanted to get off, but the next thing I know He's pulling my head up. I crawl on top of Him and He smirks at me asking if I wanted to be on top. I giggled and pushed back so His cock rubbed against my slit. He allowed it and so I slipped Him inside of me. He held me down and gently rocked His hips. Eventually He let me sit up and I rode Him. I changed it up between riding Him hard and then doing small motions with my hips.

During one of the times that I was doing the minor movements with my hips He said, "That's right. Give me a lap dance." That turned me on a lot.

After I came three more times He smacked me on the ass and told me to put it up in the air. However, He did tell me that I could continue to cum at will. If I am on top I can normally get off when ever I want to, but other than that it's only when He orders me to. The sex just kept getting better, and better, and better. I lost count of how many orgasms I had.

Then it happened. There is one thing that I have never, in the eight years we've been together, had to grab a pillow so I could scream into it. Trust me, I've wanted to do that in the past, but I've been able to bite it back so the cops wouldn't be called. I still moan rather loudly but I fight the urge to scream. This time, I couldn't. I quickly grabbed His pillow, buried my face in it and screamed. From that point forward I couldn't stop clawing the sheets and just letting whatever moans and sighs and gasps I needed to make flow out. I didn't hold back. And it was amazing.

After we were done we went back into the living room with the intention to staying up for a while. But as soon as we sat down we realized how exhausted we were. So we took care of things out there and went right back to bed where we curled up and passed the hell out.

So here is the other side of that coin. Last night Master had me dress up for Him. I asked Him shortly there after if He would please work on my lower back. It had been bothering me all day. He nodded and told me to grab the lotion and meet Him in the bedroom. It's just easier to do back rubs on the bed. It's more comfortable than the floor and the couch isn't really big enough for one of us to lay down and the other sit. He worked on my back for quite some time. It felt a bit numb afterward but in a good way. It felt like a lot of the tension was gone.

But He had more plans than just working on my back. It was now time for me to be His toy. I had a free pass the night before, now it was time to submit completely. He had me continue to lay on my stomach, entered me, and laid down on top of me. It was close, it was intimate, it wasn't as rough as the night before, but we don't always want rough and nasty sex. (Such as Saturday.) Sometimes we want that nice intimate fuck. Last night was one of those nights. Even if I'm just being used I love those kind of nights.

He went slowly and didn't make a lot of fast movements. I started bucking my hips back and He allowed it. Sometimes, when I'm His toy, I'm not allowed to move. This time He allowed it and seemed very pleased by it. His cheek was brushing my hair and He nuzzled the top of my head a few times. When He came He rested His head right next to mine and I ran my fingers through His hair, gently holding His head there. As a result He pulled His face closer to my cheek. It was wonderful.

Tender or rough, it's always great sex. But it's always nice to know that we both greatly enjoy both sides of the coin.

Just What I Needed

Last night it was right before my bedtime when Master had me kneel at His feet while He was on the computer. I did as I was told. When He was done on the computer I was honestly thinking He would tell me it was time for me to sleep.

But He had other thing in mind.

He ordered me to the bedroom. He had me start off by using my mouth to please Him. When my jaw started to hurt I pulled back and He reached down and arranged me so that I was on all fours. He forced His cock inside of me and fucked me very roughly. He kept switching things up. Having me kneel up, having me go back to being all fours, back up onto my knees and then bowed down with my ass in the air.

He also alternated in how He chose to hurt me. He dug His teeth into my shoulder, dug His nails into my hips, raked His nails across my back. It was all very delicious. He had me cum over and over again. I was honestly getting to the point where I couldn't really make sound anymore. In fact I was squeaking. Which is honestly kind of embarrassing to admit to. However it seemed to turn Him on more. He pinned me to the bed before having me lay on my stomach. Once He got me down there He pulled one of my arms up and put my wrist through the rope restraints that are drilled into the headboard. He quickly secured that wrist and then did the same thing to the other one. He tucked His feet under my thighs and forced my legs apart. I could feel His sweat dripping onto me as He slammed into me, making my pussy hurt.

I begged for His cum and was denied. He told me that He still wanted to play with His toy. I was no longer allowed to cum. When He starts calling me His toy or His fuck toy that means I'm no longer allowed to get off. He continued to abuse me with His thick dick until I felt that familiar feeling of Him about to get off. So I begged again for His cum, telling Him how much I needed it. He filled me and immediately dismounted and laid down on the bed next to me. I thanked Him over and over again, telling Him that was just what I needed. He had me clean Him off, then He scented me.

We went out into the living room and He allowed me to sleep on the couch until He was ready to go to bed. It was a very satisfying night.