My Master got home last Thursday night, and I promptly got sick. And then he had family-crisis stuff to deal with. So the best I could do as a slave was to have yummy food prepared for him, and surprise him with his desk all cleaned and neat and polished. (Most of the house was supposed to also be this way, but see above about the getting sick part, which threw the wrench in those plans!)
I was scared that the weekend would go by with just dealing with family stuff. And also, when I get sick, he gets all in Daddy mode and wants to snuggle and pamper me.
Now, don’t get me wrong, I like being snuggled and pampered as much as the next girl, but when it means his Mean Scary Dominant Self gets turned off – then I’m a sad girl, because I live for our scenes. When he growls roughly at me to do something, my knees turn to jelly and other parts of my anatomy do fascinating things. When he gets all sweet and loving, it’s great … but well, it’s like flavours. I like to eat sweet stuff (oh yes I do indeed!) but I also crave rich, hearty, savoury flavours as well. Think of discipline and the various pains of spanking, caning, etc., as Boeuf Bourguignon, and your favourite sort of pizza, and spaghetti the way your mom made it, and creamy Potatoes Au Gratin, and sushi, and chicken satay and Tom Ka Gai, and a Monte Christo or Croque Monsieur or your favourite sandwich or burger, and, and, and … all your favourite savoury foods!
Happily, some of that yummy stuff was coming my way. He said he needed a nap, early Sunday evening, and I despaired. But then he saw I was upset and pointed out that after the nap, he would be refreshed…. He slept for about 45 minutes, and then I went in and joined him in the bed, and snuggled with him as he napped, and just enjoyed lying in bed with him, feeling his warmth and hearing his breathing, as I looked out of the window at the night-time city lights.
Eventually he stirred, and reached for my hand, and pulled it down to his cock, which was obviously wide awake and ready for action.
I laughed with delight, and said, “You should take lots of naps, Sir!”
Then I didn’t say anything for a while, because I was sucking his cock.
Cock-sucking is always something I enjoy, but sometimes it is more exciting than others. Sometimes, just blowing my Master will get my pussy as wet and ready as a good spanking does. This was one of those times, especially, when my Master grabbed both my hands, and started actively fucking my throat. I’m not perfect at deep-throating, but it turns me on to no end. Just feeling his cock push all the way into my mouth, oh, it makes me feel so submissive and helpless – and aroused!
My Master had special plans for this scene. He wanted it very intense, and very intimate. After he’d enjoyed the blow-job as long as he fancied, he directed me to climb on top of him, in “reverse cowgirl.” He had three toys he’d never used on me before: a short, black, very stiff two-tailed tawse; a short flogger made from old tyres, with jagged edges as if cut by pinking shears (which I actually brought to the relationship – a story for another post); and a long oak thing, somewhere between a paddle and a cane. (Which I immediately knew I didn’t like the look of!)
As I moved up and down on his cock, he beat my bottom with the tawse. That was wonderful, moving me from the early sensations to starting to have to work through the pain. Then, he grabbed the flogger, and applied it to my bum and my back. He has very seldom flogged my back, normally he prefers to lavish his attentions on my bottom, and I don’t see anything wrong with that! But something about the way this flogger caught against my skin on my back was just driving me wild with that pain/pleasure combination. He noticed how excited it was making me, and thus followed a very long session of me riding more and more excitedly on his cock, while his flogging grew heavier and heavier, until he ordered me to come, and I took off at his command. I was in pure masochist heaven.
Eventually he moved to the evil oak thing. I took the first few strokes okay, but that pain was of the kind I have trouble processing, and I ended up holding myself rigid on his cock, because if I moved I’d try to move out of range of those sharp, hard strokes.
This, of course, fascinated him, sadist that he is, and he promised me a session, coming soon, where he would use that toy on me, and then fuck my ass. My emotional response to this is twofold and contradictory: first, there is the “I DON’T WANT!” response, and a feeling of unfairness because this thing definitely falls under the “punishment” range of implements (he himself said that after this scene, it would be used in for times when I need discipline or punishment, but haven’t been bad enough for the punishment paddle) and so this voice in my head has all these excuses, and the mantra of “It’s not fair!”
But at the same time, the thought that he knows how hard this will be for me, and he wants to put me through it – that it will make me become so vulnerable as I strive to accept pain I can barely handle for him – and then he will take me in that defenceless place, and fuck my ass, which always makes me feel the most ultimately vulnerable and used … well, that makes me want to run, not walk, to Mr. Buzzy, and release these intense sensations building up in my pussy!
I will just never get over how confusing it is being a masochist! At least now I have (mostly) learned to ignore the first reaction, and just focus on the second as being the truer (and more satisfactory!) one.
Anyway, back to our coitus already in progress: at this point he had me turn around (I tried to pivot on his cock, but ended up falling off him, which led to much laughter – but I probably shouldn’t admit that, as of course there is no laughing in BDSM!) ;)
Then he took the little tawse to my inner thighs and mons veneris. This, combined with the new angle of his cock led to more orgasms, and I leant back further and further, ending up completely bent in half backwards (thank you, yoga!), elbows besides my feet, so he could have the most access possible to beat my pussy.
That position was great, but not particularly sustainable, so we ended up back in normal cowgirl, with him now wielding the flogger, and using it on my breasts, and, as we both got more and more excited and I was bouncing all over the place and his aim got less and less precise, pretty much on the entire front of my body.
I think it will come as no surprise to anyone that his orgasm and my final orgasm were pretty amazing. But for me, the orgasms were really just pleasant side effects. It was the intimacy of the act, the intensity of accepting the pain while being penetrated by him that was the most important, profound thing for me.
What a happy sticky mess we ended up as! The tensions of last week were washed over, and we could go to sleep, him holding me tight, relaxed and ready for Monday.
Tags: BDSM, blowjob, discipline, fantasies, flogger, Kink, our story, paddle, r/l scenes, slave thoughts, tawse, zilledefeu
