HNT: "What Is Wrong With This Picture?"

Happy Wanton Wednesday and Half-Nekkid Thursday

There is something missing in this picture. This is Sir on his vacation enjoying his morning coffee. The part that bothers me is that there is no mouth on that cock!

Special thanks to Jade for the mention on her WW post today inspired by my picture of Sir last week. :*

Do you feel like sometimes you want to be a little more than just half naked? A bit more than just slightly suggestive? For the weeks you want to play with the wicked & wanton crowd, feel free to join us on Wednesdays. 

Last week's other Wanton Players:

 Hot Hard Cock
 Curvaceous Dee
 Dangerous Lilly
 Hubman
 Jade
 Nitebyrd
 Matt & Brenda
 Nadia West
 Two Sexy Tigers
 Crystal
 Lila
 Diasia
 VoyeurOnDisplay
 Aurore
 Coy Pink

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Dominated

Today I am feeling quite a bit better. I was definitely in a very low place yesterday. 

I did end up talking with Sir for quite a while in the morning after I posted. He is still on vacation. He did send me a nice pic that made me smile (it will be tomorrow's post), but it made me miss him that much more.

I spent the early afternoon chatting with friends. And crying. I am sure to them I was acting like a whining baby, but if they thought so, at least they didn't tell me that. Thank you. One of my friends, the Other Sir, distracted the hell out of me and got me horny as hell and grinning again. Got some more very nice pics from him. (Believe it or not, I can't post those here.) :D

Then another conversation with Sir! Just when I was complaining that I wasn't talking to him enough. He tasked me to wear my balls while cleaning up my old place.He also gave me specific instructions about how and where to cum for him later in the day. Without even reading my post, and without me whining to him, he knew I needed to talk and to be dominated, even if from a distance. I sent him photographic evidence of me following his instructions (which may or may not show up here one of these days), and actually enjoyed cleaning. 

It ended up a good day after all, after a very emotional start. Right now I feel better, and am headed off to work. Two weeks down, two more to go... *sigh*

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Sad

Today I am very sad. I shouldn't be, but I can't help it. 

I miss Sir. I am not talking about the sex or the pain right now (although, God, I miss that). I am talking about the man, the morning conversations, the little talks throughout the day, and our chats before bed.

I have so many things to keep me busy, so much to do. I do not think about him every single moment, but often. He has become part of my life. More of a part than I had realized. 

Our relationship is not a relationship. I told him once that I was using him just as much as he was using me. He is my Dom, my teacher. It has been almost business-like. There is a strong connection, and very deep trust between us. There has to be, or he could not be my Master. But no emotional involvement. Or so I thought. 

So why am I sad? He isn't gone forever. He is just on vacation, and having a hell of a good time. I really am glad he is having fun. I know he is busy, and that it is impossible to instant message while windsurfing. He does message still throughout the day, just not as often, or for as long. I have told him I have become spoiled. I know I can get through the day just fine without my "Good morning slut". I just don't want to. I guess I am just being selfish.

I am rambling now, but writing about my feelings helps me to sort them out. Usually. Logically or not, though, I am still sad, and probably will be until I see him again.

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WANTED: Experienced Sadist

Seattle area. Must be able to make me quiver with just a glance, and want to kneel more than anything else in the world. Must know how to wrap my hair up in his fingers and my mind up in his voice. Must be kind, yet cruel. Must be able to read my body and know better than I do what I want, what I can take, what I need. Must be able to bring me pleasure from pain. Must make me feel like a slut, his whore, used, an object, completely owned property. Must push me past my own mind, my self, past being human. Must send me soaring. Seeking Sir...

(Sir is on his vacation and I miss him greatly. My body is expecting to see him tomorrow, craving him, and it isn't listening to my mind...)

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Jealousy, Mistrust, Insecurity

I often wonder at other people's relationships and just don't get some of them. But I am sure others look at my husband and I and wonder about us. (Well, those people that know we fuck around that is.)

We have always had an open relationship, even before we were married. It's not something we decided to try to "spice things up". There has never been jealousy, mistrust, or insecurity with us. Why, I don't know. He knows I love him and that I will always come home, although I may occasionally have a sleepover. I know the same about him. I am not saying there have never been any hurt feelings if I made plans with someone else when he had plans, but we have worked through them all and I think 24 years of marriage is proof it can work.

I don't need to know every detail of every time, but if he does tell me it's a huge turn on for me. I don't even need to know the girl. Most of the time I have known his girlfriends, and have even joined them more than a few times. I love to watch him fucking another woman. And I love to help. ;)

He does not want to know what I am doing. That is his choice. I do make sure he knows when I am going to be gone for an extended time, though, out of common courtesy. Many times he has already been friends with, or becomes friends with, my lovers and he is aware of the situation.  I do have good taste in men, and my picks seem to get along really well. It makes feel very slutty sitting with my husband and other guys when they are discussing my particular talents. (I like feeling slutty.)

I have always been very open with my boyfriends and his girlfriends, too. There was only one young man who became obsessively jealous of any time I spent with other men. The funny part was that he was living with us, and when he would tell my husband he thought I was fooling around on them, my husband would just laugh at him. I probably would not have put up with it for 1 1/2 years if he hadn't been so damned good! ;) And I was in love with him. Not leaving-my-husband-want-to-marry-him love. No other man could be that for me. But I have loved many of my lovers. (For the record, I was 'cheating'. After all, I am a slut.)

So I don't get monogamy. I don't get jealousy. Sex is fun! Sex with many people is fun! Why get upset? As long as there is no disease involved, and no unplanned pregnancies, why not have the absolute best times of your life?

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HNT: "Bath"

Happy Wanton Wednesday and Half-Nekkid Thursday!

Sir enjoys being bathed, and I enjoy giving him his baths immensely. :D It's just too bad I can't breathe underwater because I haven't figured out how to deep throat him for very long under water...

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View From Subspace

Sir had no use for my mind last night. He chased my brain out of my body right away leaving only the most primal part of me... the animal side... for his use. His holes for fucking, His body for beating, and the growling, moaning, screaming, writhing creature inside that amuses him so much.

There are almost no memories today. There were almost no memories last night. It's like trying to piece together a dream. Perhaps in time. 

I remember cock everywhere... I remember pain everywhere, very intense pain... Perhaps the most pain ever. I remember parts of riding the Hitachi on the cross. He said later he watched me perform on it. More pain. Being moved again. Being bound again. I fought to say "there". He would not let me. I lost. Floating on the ceiling watching myself being beaten. Cock worship. Cuming. Ass worship. More cock. More pain. Lots of it. The (false) sensation of my flesh being sliced open. Cuming. Straining against my bindings. Was I fighting to get away from something or to get to it? Flying through beautiful waves of pain. I could see them. The waves were different colors and warm. Constantly cuming. His voice. I don't know what he was saying, but his voice was a physical sensation. The music was caressing me. Time stopped. A peaceful, blissful place where I had no body at all. I could still hear myself, and I was making a lot of noise.

It is very frustrating not to remember more. I want to remember. I have told Sir I want him to film this once so I can see myself. I would like to meet this creature, this thing, this dark self that I become when whatever is "me" completely leaves. I remember before, and I remember after, but there is a huge nearly blank chunk of time missing. All I have to go on is what Sir tells me, aching muscles and bruises, and the occasional wonderful snapshot of that time in my mind.

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Random Thoughts of a Grinning Idiot

Floaty, subspacey tweets on the way home from an evening with Sir:

• *happy sigh*

• @SlipperyWhnWhet is "away" right now... Leave a message at the tweep... She will return your call when she comes out of orbit... ;)

• I can't cross my legs... My thighs are on fire... Ouch! That turnstile is going to get me... again...

• I hate that thing! You know that feeling of gilding after skating or treadmill? Feels cool gliding up the ramp to the ferry after Sir. :D

• Damn I'm hungry... Train going by... Had sex on and under trains. Loud on trestle two feet above your head... but intense...

• Have I mentioned I LOVE the hitachi?! Then I hate it... Then love it again... Then want to marry it!

• Ferry is here. Can't sit near any men. In a fuck-me-right-fucking-now kind of mood. All fired up still... Would jump about anyone... *grins*

• Ow! Forgot and crossed my legs again. Sir was very cruel to my inner thighs and clit. #VeryTenderBits

• Almost there and have to drive... Feet back on the ground now. Except for the visions of hot sex with men on this boat. Waves make it worse.

• I love it when Sir takes me past where I want to be to where I NEED to be. Thank you Sir.

• Walking alone through almost deserted parking lot at night... My mind is in the gutter... Rape scenarios in my head... I need to eat...

• Now safely home and exhausted. But still grinning...

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HNT: "Balls Deep"

Happy Wanton Wednesday and Half-Nekkid Thursday!

Sir enjoying some attention from me. And me thoroughly enjoying practicing new tricks. ;)

See you tonight, Sir.

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The Best Thing About Flight Suits...

... is what's in them. :D

I saw a picture of a distant lover last night in his flight suit, and it brought back some memories (as well as my wanking fantasy for the night). Getting a quick note from him this morning has already put me in a good, slutty mood. If there is anyone to "blame" for me beginning to explore BDSM and my submissive side, it is him. I thank him for it frequently. Even though he and I never played that way, he saw it in me right away.

We met on a Navy ship underway. We had just gone to war with Iraq. I was totally content with my sex life at the time. I was 36 and had just started fooling around with an awesome 20 year old lover who could fuck forever and was very talented. I didn't need anything else, especially considering I was already breaking way too many Navy rules.

I had seen him before at morning quarters, but had never talked to him. He was not stationed on the ship, just temporarily assigned with my division. He knocked on the door to my office one evening and asked if he could use my computer. I let him, and we talked about some things I am sure, but my mind was occupied with thoughts of my 20 year old. When he got up to leave, he looked me straight in the eye and said he would be watching a movie in another one of the division's spaces in 30 minutes. He invited me to join him, but even though he did not say anything inappropriate, I knew he was not talking about a movie. I thanked him and said without hesitation "no". I had plans to watch my lover play volleyball. He just smiled and left. 

I left to go smoke and went down to the game. I visited with some people, but now my mind was wandering. This stranger was handsome, but what on earth would make him think I wanted to fool around with him? He didn't even know me. The nerve of that guy! The game started, and I looked at my watch. It had been 30 minutes. I thought how stupid it was for me to even note that fact. Then I stood up and left.

I walked straight up to where he was and let myself in. He was sitting there in his flight suit, actually watching a movie. He smiled a very knowing smile. He knew I would come. I sat down, and some small talk was exchanged while thoughts of leaving ran through my mind. But I did not move. He stood up, walked over, unzipped my coveralls, pulled me up by my nipples, and kissed me. Then he unzipped his suit. Within an hour of our first spoken words, I had his cock in my mouth. Soon after that, I was dripping his cum from my pussy headed back down to the game.

I have always been a slut, but even for me the whole thing was totally out of my character. I did not fuck strangers. When I said no, I meant it. So what on earth made me do that? It was like he knew me better than I did. It was very odd to me how I had felt so completely out of control. I am the one with the pussy, I am used to making the rules. Even though I found this to be disturbing, I also found it to be hot as hell. I had to excuse myself from a late night fuck with my lover, feigning being tired, to go masturbate repeatedly in my rack.

At morning quarters, he was there, and I must have been blushing furiously the entire time. Nothing was said, but a quick glance from him had me soaked. Over the next couple weeks, I stayed busy with work, socializing, and my lover, but  he stopped by my office in the evening every once in a while. Usually I was not alone, but I did manage to sneak away from my jealous lover a couple more times to visit him. And then he and his team left the ship, and I figured that would be it.

We exchanged some emails over the next couple of years. I did ask him how he could have possibly been so sure of my response to him. He told me he could read me. I didn't get that at the time. We ended up being stationed in the same city about three years after meeting, and I made damned sure to get in touch. We did enjoy some amazing sex, but life and the Navy limited how often. His emails, picture messages, and chat would often keep me wet at work and very pleasantly distracted. I had other lovers as well, but was still amazed at how powerless and controlled (in a really good way) I felt when it came to him. 

When I got out of the Navy and moved up here, he was the one that told me I was a submissive. I wasn't even sure what that meant. He explained, and I did some reading online. Once again he knew me better than I knew myself. Even though we never did anything BDSM related, he suggested I explore this aspect with another Dom, and even helped me filter through the responses I received when I started looking. I credit him for helping me arrange my own kidnapping and rape "safely", and for helping find Sir. On FetLife, I listed him as my mentor.

Even if we never get a chance to physically be in the same place again (I hope we do!), he is my "Other Sir" and a good friend. He opened up a whole new world for me, and I will always be grateful for that.

Now after writing this, I need to text Sir for permission to cum... ;) 

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Packing Toys

Sir was occupied last night and well into the afternoon today (lucky girl), and I had free reign to cum as much as I wanted to. I knew I was not going to be able to once I got home from work, so I decided to make my torment that much worse. Yes, I am tormenting myself on purpose without any word from Sir.

My tweet from this morning:

All I can think of is sex, Sex, #SEX! So much I need to do. Perhaps with a OPHORIA K-BALLS™ & NJOY PURE PLUG combo, I can have both. *grins*

I really hate packing to move, and all I wanted to do this morning was masturbate. At least with my toys keeping me company, I have had a grin on my face all day. I especially enjoyed sitting on the floor sorting things out into various boxes. Each time I would lean over to put something into the proper box, I would clench my muscles and sort of rock forward on my knees to maximize the sensation. The ribbed balls moving and vibrating ever so slightly in my cunt combined with the heavy, full (yet very comfortable) feeling in my ass is awesome! And when they rub against each other, it is very intense. 

It has definitely been a much more entertaining way to sort. It has not been enough to cum from, but has kept my mind filled with all sorts of nasty thoughts. Now I am hornier than ever and still have more to pack, but I have stayed in a very good mood. When I do cum later, it will be a release of all of this built up tension. ;)

Well, back off to do more clenching and rocking... uh, I mean packing...

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Throat Fucking

I have always loved sucking cock, but lately it has become so much more for me than simply giving a blow job. Just over the past few months I have started cuming from it. At first I was going to say that I didn’t know how this amazing (to me) new way to get off happened. It makes me cum, and I love it, so why question it? But I have been thinking about it a lot in the past few days. I think I see a progression leading up to having mind-blowing orgasms with a cock shoved down my throat and no other stimulation at all. Whether or not Sir planned any of this, I don’t know, but it is all entirely his fault.

When I was 16 (and of legal age in the country I was in), I decided I wanted to learn how to suck cock well. I chose a very handsome twenty-three year old man to be my teacher. He did not argue. I remember the very first time, out in the Grünewald in West Berlin, with me on my knees, and his back against a tree. I loved the texture of his skin, the feel of his cock in my mouth, the scent of him, and the taste of his cum. I was addicted from the start. Over the next year and a half, I worked on my skills with him instead of the high school boys. And he gave me valuable feedback. I learned a lot from him.

It was around the same time that I started to work on learning to deep-throat. My ability to swallow an entire bratwurst (and pull it back out) was a trick I was asked to demonstrate often, mostly by the high school boys. I could slip a cock down my throat if I was in a comfortable position, but only for a few seconds at a time. It did not feel comfortable to me, and I did not do it too often. I had enough talents to keep most men happy enough without it, and none complained. Most men are so easily pleased.

Then I met Sir. From our very first meeting, he wasn’t just happy with me controlling the blow job. Our first sexual contact was him shoving his cock down my throat a few minutes after we had met. He does enjoy me worshiping his cock with my lips, tongue, and hands, but only to a point. When he wants more, he takes it. I soon became used to him grabbing my head and fucking my throat. I did not gag too much and rarely had to pull away, but I did not enjoy it physically. My subby side thoroughly enjoyed being totally used, but that is still a long way from cuming.

During the same time, in other forms of play, he introduced me to breath-play. I think perhaps it was just to shut me up. I do get loud. The first time he slipped his hand over my mouth and pinched my nose shut, I tensed at first, but the whole idea of his now complete power over me, over my very existence, overwhelmed me, and I surrendered to him. My body went limp, and I did not struggle at all. After a few experiences with this, I noticed the same conditioned response when it was his cock, not his hand, keeping me from breathing.

Previously, although I had been relaxing my throat, my mind and body were still prepared to endure his assault when he was fucking my face. I was submitting to him, but not surrendering. Now I had learned to relax my entire body and mind with his cock down my throat, and it became so much easier. The urge to gag or pull back lessened greatly. I started to notice just how sensitive the nerves in my throat were, but while I was enjoying this much more on a submissive mental level, it was not orgasmic.

It was during football season the first time I came while being face fucked. Sir has as evil chair designed to hold his Hitachi, and I was crucified on this chair cuming for hours on end during his games. During commercials he would come over and shove his cock down my throat. Now I was cuming uncontrollably, and surrendering to his cock. Just the added stimulation of him fucking my throat would send me over the edge each time. The connections were starting to be formed in my mind.

Other times he would throw some pain in to the combination. The first time I remember was being chained to his bed with a huge dildo in my cunt moving with the gyrations of my hips, the Hitachi firmly pressed on my clit, and his crop on my ass. While in the midst of all of those orgasms, he had me swallow his cock and proceeded to beat me harder. At the time, I believe that was the hardest I had ever cum in my life. Now pain and pleasure could each help me to cum this way.

Now I started to cum without the pleasure, and just with pain added in. Well, no genital pleasure. I am a masochist, so I can’t say no pleasure. Pain is pleasure. I craved for him to beat me while fucking my face. The sensation in my throat began to feel amazing, and now with no stimulation on my clit, or in my pussy or ass, I noticed that it felt as if whatever he was doing to my face, he was doing to my cunt as well. When I came, I came all over.

Finally I started to cum without the pain. Like Pavlov’s dogs I had been conditioned. Simply having a cock slide down my throat was still not enough to make me cum, but it felt awesome. Just the added sensation of Sir taking control, fucking my face, was enough now to send me over the edge.

I am still not able to cum without that surrender, that being taken, but I am working on it. Now when I get a cock in my mouth, I want it deep in my throat. I use it to do breath-play on myself, and crave the feeling of him buried balls deep. I have learned to massage his cock with my throat muscles, and the muscles in my cunt automatically respond. I have been very, very close to orgasm with me controlling the deep throating, and I don’t think it is far off. But occasionally I do need to be reminded to quit being a greedy slut, and that my sucking his cock isn’t all about me cuming. :D

Photo courtesy of Step-byStep Instructions For Learning How to Deep Throat!

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Moving

I really do hate moving. Well maybe if I could get a bunch of handsome, young, shirtless men to come and do it for me... but that's not going to happen.

Well, at least I am out of school for a couple of weeks. The move is planned for next Friday... so much to do before then.

It's not all work and no play, though. I took a break from everything for a little bit before my last final last night, and spent this morning masturbating. I am also going to take some more time early tomorrow just for myself. I deserve it and it's my present to myself for this very long quarter of school.  Then back to work sorting through the amazing amounts of stuff that always seems to accumulate. *sigh*

One thing to keep me smiling... Wednesday (hopefully) I will get to see Sir. After all the packing, I will be looking forward to a good, relaxing beating and fucking! :D

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HNT: "Cross and Clothespins"

Happy Half-Nekkid Thursday (on Wednesday)

I know I am a day early, but I have a final tonight and packing to start tomorrow. Better early than not at all.

This picture (when you click through) was part of the night I talked about last week. In case you don't want to read that whole thing, I will summarize. I had been ass fucked hard, figged, and caned. With no recovery time I was put on the cross for tit torture with a whip, crop, and zippers, all with a Hitachi jammed onto my clit. "I do remember that pain, that scream, and that orgasm. After that it all goes blank for a while." *sigh* Sadists can be so creative...

A side note about my "NSFW" click through pictures: I have friends still in the Navy who were not able to come to this site because of pictures I had posted. The Navy does not consider the written word, erotica, to be pornography, but any pictures or videos showing tits, pussy, or ass are. Now my friends can read my posts at work without being busted down in rank. (I miss you guys!) :D

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Soon to be written: Throat Fucking

I already know what my next post will be about, but unfortunately finals week and getting ready to move are taking priority. I will write more in a couple of days, I promise. Maybe even later today if I get a chance at work.

I told Sir about the next topic the other day. The writing is still forming in my mind, but it will be about deep throating, face fucking, and how it feels so good I cum repeatedly just from it almost every time now. :D

Stay tuned! (And wish me luck on my finals...)

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Happy Cane A Slut Day!

Happy Cane A Slut Day! (6/6)

I wish I could celebrate in person, but I won't see Sir again until next weekend.

This is me on my very first pain session ever. (You have to click on the NSFW pic to see it.) I loved the cane right away. :D

The details of my two day adventure are here.

Visit the official site at http://caneaslutday.com/. 

Updated 6/6:

I am now on the official site. I am such an internet whore... LOL!

I loved what she wrote: "Thanks to @SlipperyWhnWhet for submitting (this picture) to us!" :D

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Ask the Slut

I really do love questions. They make me think about my perspective on things, and sometimes inspire new blog posts.

I am about to head off to work, also known as #NonConsentualOrgasmRestriction. Last weekend, someone's question kept me entertained (and soaking wet) for the entire day while I contemplated my answer.

So I am asking for help again today. Please help keep me entertained and tormented at work. (Sir is busy today, so his tormenting ability is limited.) Ask me questions. :D

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Figged and Caned

The other day Sir mentioned ginger again. I knew he has thought about introducing me to figging. I didn’t know if he was just fucking with my head again, or if it was something he was seriously considering doing this time. I do like pain, but so far I had never tried any sort of chemical pain. I was very worried about how I would react to the intense burning sensation in one of my most sensitive areas. It scared me. I tried not to think about it, but failed miserably.

Sir just let me stew in my own (copious) juices on this subject. He did not mention it again, which is unusual, and that made the torment worse. In fact he was quieter than normal overall. He only gave me short answers to my questions and no further torment or tasks. My female mind was starting to work overtime imagining reasons why. I was due for a punishment already. I was wondering if I had said or done anything else wrong. I felt relieved when he sent me a text while I was waiting for the ferry telling me to stick my fingers in my cunt and lick off the juices right then and there. I quickly complied (I was already soaking wet) and grinned at the lady with the “I need someone bad. Are you really bad?” bumper sticker in the car next to me while sucking my fingers.

I arrived at his home during the fourth quarter of some basketball game. I knew my place, and Sir enjoyed his game with a footstool that loves to deep-throat. Apparently I was doing something right because he threw me down on the floor and gave me a very hard, intense ass fucking while the game was still on. If you know Sir, distracting him from a playoff game takes some talent! After washing him, a drink of water from my bowl, and some more sucking, the game ended and I was blindfolded.

He led me upstairs crawling on my leash. After a bit of torment he had me stand up and walked me over to his spanking horse. He had already fucked any fight I had right out of me, and when I heard him pulling clips out of his closet I put my arms behind my back. When he came back they were ready to be clipped together and to the chain from the ceiling. I knew then that he was going to bring out the ginger, even though he hadn’t said anything yet. After using his crop to make sure I was not too comfortable, he left the room. I could hear him in the kitchen, but I was alone with my thoughts. And, oh, the thoughts I was having! I got scared again. Thanks to the hard pounding downstairs, my ass was now extra super sensitive. This was going to hurt, and not in a good way.

When he came back, I smelled the ginger. It smelled so good, but that didn’t make me worry any less. I told Sir how I was feeling. He reassured me that I would be fine, and that he believed that I was really going to enjoy it. Enjoy someone setting my ass on fire? I knew he had done this before, and that he often knows me better than I know myself, but it didn’t make me feel any better. I was not going to have any say in this, though, and I knew it.

He slipped the ginger in, and sat back to enjoy the show while the effects began. It felt cool, almost soothing on my sore ass, at first. That lasted about two seconds. Then the warmth began. Maybe this wouldn’t be that bad. Then the burning began. Oh, holy shit! I started squirming and making noise. I couldn’t have been still and quiet if I wanted to. He grabbed my ass and pushed my cheeks together. The pain level shot way up. He grabbed my hair and pulled my head up. I remember him asking something, probably how I was doing. I don’t even know if I was able to form words to answer him, or just answered with a scream.

Then the caning began. I was having a difficult time concentrating on my breathing with the two completely different kinds of pain. And each time the cane struck, I automatically tightened my muscles for a second resulting in an excruciating increase of the burn. My muscles pushed the root out a couple of times and I got a brief relief until he shoved it back in. I swear the burning felt worse each time he did. He beat my back, legs, and ass. He was clawing my entire body with his fingernails. Sometimes the blows on my ass would hit the part of ginger sticking out and it transferred the sensation of the strike inside.

I know I was screaming my head off. My throat is still sore today. Then my mind and body did that amazing trick that I love so much. The pain became pleasure. It still awes me when that happens. Sir noticed, and the beating intensified. I started to moan instead of scream, and my body started to strain toward him, seeking the blows. The burning continued, but now it radiated out and felt awesome. I started to get off to the sensations. He started to fuck my ass with the piece of ginger. One touch to my clit and I was cuming all over the place. I was screaming again, but from the pleasure.

After a bit, he removed the ginger, unhooked me, and asked me to stand up. I almost fell right over. I needed his assistance to take two steps backward. With no recovery time, I was spread eagled on his cross facing out, and he started whipping my tits. He applied zippers on my tits, turned the hitachi that was strapped in just the right place on, and focused the attention of his whipping on my nipples. I was cuming almost continuously and riding the hitachi for all I was worth. Every now and then I would go up on my toes because the vibrator was so intense, so he just adjusted it higher. Now I couldn’t get away. After much more whipping and cuming, he yanked the zippers and all of the clothespins came off at once. I do remember that pain, that scream, and that orgasm. After that it all goes blank for a while.

I know I was helped to the bed. I know there was lots more fucking, sucking, and beating. I know I was trying to talk, but apparently not in any language Sir understood. I do remember hearing Sir ask “Are you going away for a while?” And then I floated away, and completely checked out, drifting happily very far out in subspace.

P.S. I got my punishment this morning. It would have done no good at all last night. Just as I was getting ready to get dressed, he brought out his wooden paddle. I took two very hard blows, one for each orgasm I had failed to bring myself to earlier in the week, without the benefit of being in the right frame of mind to take pain.

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HNT: "Showering"

Happy Half-Nekkid Thursday!

Today's pic is of me getting ready to go see Sir yesterday. (Sorry for the crappy, steamy cell phone pic.)

I had hoped to have a pic from last night to post today, but we got pleasantly distracted this morning and I didn't get a copy of the photos he had taken. I am not sure what the photos will be of, though, because I was blissfully flying at the time. 

As the bits and pieces come back to me, and this pleasant lingering high wears off, I plan to write about my first figging experience. I can say now, though, that it was horribly awesome!

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Do you mind answering more questions about yourself?

More questions from Florida Dom (but I will put the answers here so anyone can read them).

“I went back in the archives and you started with an abduction that started this relationship. Had you served another Dom previously? Since you have kids, is/was your husband a vanilla type? And how often are you punished and/or played with?”

My first meeting with Sir was when he kidnapped me. I thoroughly enjoyed it and have been going back ever since.

Prior to Sir, I had an old friend that was into the lifestyle, but we never played that way. We just fucked a lot. I would say there was some power exchange, but nothing “official”. (Hmm... he lives in the same city right now as you...) I miss that man a lot, but at least I talk to him regularly. He suggested that I should find a Dom, since he knew (and I sort of did too) that I was a sub, and he helped me filter through the responses I got on my profile.

I met one other Dom twice, and although I had a very good time, there was still something missing for me. He was not into pain, and I knew it was something that I wanted to explore. Now I know why.

I arranged my kidnapping by a stranger just to fulfill a fantasy, and did not expect to “click” so well... or to enjoy the pain so much... or to go into subspace the first time... *sigh* (Tomorrow evening can’t come soon enough...) I visit Sir once every two weeks, give or take a couple of days. I have usually earned some sort of punishment during two weeks, but never anything major. Apparently I have a problem with my smart mouth when I am not in the same room with Sir. When I am there, I am very well behaved. ;)

I am married still. Twenty-four years and counting. We have always had an open marriage (I have always been a slut), and he is aware of where I go. He also has a general idea of what I do. He is not into BDSM and does not understand it at all, but I don’t like using the term “vanilla” for him. He is a total pervert and the coolest husband ever! He does not the idea of me being hurt, but despite his preconceptions of S&M, he trusts me and understands that this is something I need to explore. He could never intentionally cause me any pain or treat me like an object. It is just not in his personality at all. He is allowed to ask me any questions he likes, but has chosen not to so far. He just shakes his head sometimes when I giggle over something kinky.

I hope this answers your questions. I don’t mind answering most questions, as long as it does not interfere with the privacy of my family or friends. I did a lot of reading when I was thinking about exploring this part of myself, and still do. I always appreciated the openness of others. I am just doing my part to pass it on.

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