Prep Work

Like a good chef, a good Master knows that doing prep work is necessary in order to enjoy a delicious meal.

The ultimate song for a D?

What do you think? At any rate, it is one of my favorite songs. So incredibly....raw.

Boys and girls, Doms and subs, I bring you..."Closer" by Nine Inch Nails.

You let me violate you 
You let me desecrate you 
You let me penetrate you 
You let me complicate you 

(Help me)
I broke apart my insides 
(Help me)
I've got no soul to sell 
(Help me)
The only thing that works for me 
Help me get away from myself 

I wanna fuck you like an animal 
I wanna feel you from the inside 
I wanna fuck you like an animal 
My whole existence is flawed 

You get me closer to God 

You can have my isolation
you can have the hate that it brings 
You can have my absence of faith
you can have my everything 

(Help me)
Tear down my reason
(Help me)
It's your sex I can smell 
(Help me)
You make me perfect 
Help me become somebody else 

I wanna fuck you like an animal 
I wanna feel you from the inside 
I wanna fuck you like an animal 
My whole existence is flawed 

You get me closer to God 

Through every forest, above the trees 
Within my stomach, scraped off my knees 
I drink the honey inside your hive 
You are the reason I stay alive

Three Hours

Pet has been gone for a week now, and between the reason for her being gone, some stupidity on my part, and some potentially life changing things happening in my world, we continue to reside on top of Shit Mountain, but always coming back to each other, always craving each other, always NEEDING each other...because of our strong D/s connection. I yearn for my hand striking pet's ass, my hand grabbing and yanking her hair while I fuck her form behind, as much as I crave her companionship, her smile, her love.

She gets back at 8p.m. Friday night. I fly out of state at midnight that night, and when I get back to town later the next week, she will be back out of town again.

Our reunion tomorrow night will be about three hours long.

We have no intention on spending it being domestic.

The kids will be home, so I got us a hotel room. My plan is to go check in before she arrives and setting up the bed and the room in the manner that is necessary for our three hours. We need a hotel room. Children do not need to hear the sounds their mother is going to be making.

I plan on making the most of it.

Text from pet on 11/27:

I want crazy hard everything sex.

Text from pet later that day:

I want you to leave marks for sure.

Text from pet on 11/28:

Holy I miss you pulling my hair. Like bad.



Plan on taking all of our toys to the room. Plan on making the most of those 180 minutes. Plan on leaving marks. Plan to make sure she remembers and knows, without question, when she drops me off at the airport three hours later, who her Master and owner is.

With all that being said...my confession for the night is this.

Good god, do I miss her. I am lost without her. Lost without her submission to me.

The Dance

Bodies

laying.

Hands

holding.

Hair

pulling.

Nipples

twisting.

Nightgown

lifting.

Ass

revealing.

Hand

stroking.

Hand

rubbing.

Hand

raising.

Hand

spanking.

spanking

spanking

spanking...

Pet

moaning.

Pet

begging.

Hand

reaching.

Pussy

discovering.

Pussy

soaking.

Fingers

probing.

Clit

rubbing.

Pet

gasping.

Pet

pleading.

Mouth

opening.

Cock

inserting.

Pet

sucking.

Pet

stroking.

Cock

hardening.

Cock

throbbing.

Pet

deep throating.

Hair

pulling.

Master

shoving.

Ass

raising.

Master

positioning.

Cock

rubbing.

Cock

teasing.

Cock

penetrating.

Pet

moaning.

Bodies

moving.

Bodies

dancing.

Ass

slamming.

Bed

creaking.

Harder

fucking.

Harder

fucking.

Pet

exclaiming

I'm

coming.

Harder

fucking.

Pet 

coming.

Master

coming.

coming

coming

coming...

**********

Bodies

laying.

Hands

holding.

Circle

repeating.

What pet came home to the other night

While shopping for groceries the other day I came across this five piece bamboo utensil set. They are pictured here lying across pet's nightgown that she is required to where every night, sans panties. So far, have only tried the wooden spoon with the hole in the middle....

The weekend of many spanks

It was a very good weekend for pet and I, with lots of time spend in bed not only at night but we had the opportunity to sneak away to our private world under the covers during the day as well. By Sunday night I lost track of the number of times we fucked, the number of times pet slowly sucked on me...and, in particular, the number of times I spanked her.

Well into the hundreds. Spanking is no longer something that is done from time to time as a form of maintenance, or turned up to "11" when a punishment is in order, it is now a part of us, fully ingrained into our sex life as a form of extended foreplay. Nothing gets me harder than lifting pet's nightgown up so her ass is exposed and she shifts her knees so she is elevated and presented to me.

It always begins with caresses, my hands running over her cheeks, stroking, kneading, lightly patting. From there the swats begin..slowly and softly at first, then picking up on impact and speed. From time to time I will stop and rub and caress, and examine my pussy with my fingers, where I am always greeted with extraordinary wetness.

The sound of my hand slapping across her ass, that oh-so-satisfying smack. The feel of my hand on her ass. No longer do spanking sessions leave my hand sore, as they did in the beginning. I sometimes get into a rhythm and feel I could spank her for hours, and though she might say otherwise...she wouldn't mind it in the least.

I now understand a little better the idea behind TTWD. Spanking, quite clearly, is our TTWD. Beyond that, it is almost a necessity. The energy involved in it, the whole significance of it for both of us..."makes me feel so owned" she will purr to me...it is all incredibly intense. Gets me going. Gets me hard.

Limits

Pet and I never established a safe word when we entered our D/s contract, she didn’t feel like it was necessary as she felt she could completely trust me to do as I felt fit.

Last night was one of those nights where if we did have a safe word, she would have probably used it.

It began rather innocently. The children had gone to bed and she was lying next to me in our bed, finishing up a book she had been reading. She had on her mandatory pink nightgown with nothing on underneath, and I began running my hands underneath, squeezing at her breasts and sliding my fingers down her torso and to her thighs. I was quite hungry for her, ready for our night of pleasure.

Pulling her over to the side of the bed and spreading her legs open, I got off the bed on my knees so I could get the best access to her pussy. I absolutely love tasting my pet’s pussy; every aspect of that act is intoxicating to me; her smell, taste, the shape of her pussy…the way she will hold her lips open for me. She’s quite sensitive to the act and will often times try to have me stop because the sensation is overwhelming to her. It’s taking some work, but she is coming to terms with the fact that when I am tasting her…tasting the pussy that I own…I stop when I am ready to stop.

Poor pet…a Master who can’t get enough of orally pleasing her!

After a few minutes of darting my tongue in and out of her pussy and around the clit, I was ready for more. Wanted to give her more. Spreading her lips open even further, I did something we had never done before, and I spanked her pussy.

The effect was immediate, and she almost moved completely over to the other side of the bed in her reaction. “Oh god,” she said. “I wasn’t prepared for that….”

I delivered a few more, not too hard, but striking directly on her pussy, where each slap came in contact with wetness. And with each strike, she grew and more resistant, shifting her body to try and get away, turning to avoid the strikes.

“This is MY pussy!” I growled, rising up and slapping her tits soundly.

“Please sir,” she said, almost crying. “Please sir, I can’t do this…I can’t get into this right now…please…it hurts.”

For whatever reason, pet wasn’t able to get into her sub space that night, to be able to completely accept the pain that she normally craved. Recognizing that she did have limits..and tonight was that limit…I backed off.

Just a little.

I went back to tasting her, and too the opportunity to try out a new toy on her that I recently purchased that she had already enjoyed, a slim silver bullet vibrator with a handheld speed controller. Pressing the bullet up against her clit, I adjusted the speed while my tongue continued to explore her. Her orgasm was quick and intense.

After she came, I flipped her over and reached for the lube in my nightstand drawer and poured a small amount on her ass. I then eased a finger inside of her to open her up and then removed it and replaced it with the bullet and turned it back on, while my hand made its way back to her clit. She moaned in pleasure, her body almost thrashing around on the bed. I then removed the bullet and replaced it with my finger, sliding deep inside her ass while my other finger slid inside her pussy.

“These are my fuck holes, aren’t they?” I growled.

“Yes sir, they are,” she said.

I adjusted our bodies so she could suck my cock, and then all of her holes were occupied by me…her mouth sucking on me, my fingers fucking away at her ass and pussy. It wasn’t long before the begging began, the pleas for her to fuck her.

And fuck her I did, teasing her at first with the tip of my cock along the outside of her lips, dipping in slightly, ever slightly, tantalizing her.

“You want this cock?” I said. “You want this cock deep inside of you?”

“Yes please sir,” she said, breathlessly, as she tried to arch her back up to draw me inside of her.

I fucked her hard and fast, bringing her to orgasm again. I then rolled off of her onto my back and ordered her on top of me. She got on top of me, facing me.

“No,” I said, “The other way.”

Turning around to reverse cowgirl, she eased her soaking and slightly sore cunt onto my cock, and I turned my light on so I could get a better view. It was a heavenly sight, as she leaned forward and grabbed my ankles and lifted her ass up so I could see the entire length of my cock going in and out of her. The combination of the visual and the sensation sent me over the edge, and I was soon coming deep inside of her.

Rolling off of me, we lay there, hands touching each other. She began apologizing profusely for earlier, and we talked through it, like a good Master and pet should. She knew that I could have continued doing whatever I wanted to that night, without hesitation, no matter her reaction.

But we Masters have to be mindful of limits. Had I ignored how she was feeling and her inability to find her place, it could have had a negative effect. It could have resulted in lack of trust for next time, of her wondering how far would I go on her. She’s encouraging me, as she says “to let my twisted mind run wild” with her and do whatever, but I know that doing whatever sometimes just isn’t realistic.

I plan on picking up where we left off last night later tonight. She’ll be better prepared this time.

Fading memories of vanilla

Pet and I had a session last night that was less than successful in some ways, but, successful in others. I’ll write about that more later.

I’ve reached a point where I don’t quite remember what our pre-D/s sex life was like, though it was only six months ago that we embraced this lifestyle. We have always had very good sex; in the beginning, our relationship was all about the sex but that was fleeting as well as emotions quickly caught up with passions and we became something much, much more than that.

The sex was always good, always intense, but it pales in comparison to what it is now.  And like I said, I have a hard time remembering what it was like exactly.

It doesn’t seem right to think of sex with pet without what we do now. It doesn’t seem right to think of sex with pet without the grabbing of hair and forcing her mouth on my cock; without the nightly spanking of the ass and the pulling of the nipples; without doing things to her that result in sounds that are equal parts pleasure and equal parts pain; without her having her collar on whenever I demand it; without holding off on sliding my cock deep inside her for as long as possible, making her beg (she begs so well!) incessantly for it; without me verbally commanding her to pleasure me like the fuck toy she is…

And so on. And so forth.

What was it like before that? Before this?

I don’t know.

And I don’t care to ever go back to it.

This morning as I rubbed her ass before I left for the day, and I felt a rising down below, and a desire to move from rubbing to spanking, I asked her “What have you done to me?”

“It was there all along,” she said. “The question is, what have you done to me?”

Please...

Sometimes when I am spanking pet, she asks me to stop. Asks me not to spank her in the same spot, to not spank so hard, to spank me so many times. Asks me when I am going go be done. She trembles when I take off my belt or reach for the wooden paddle. “I don’t want it,” she whimpers. “I don’t want it. Please.”

“Please what?” I ask her quietly, as my hand strokes her ass before delivering another solid smack.

“Please…I don’t know…” she says.

With one hand I reach under her and stroke along her pussy, dipping two fingers deep inside of her. They slide in easily. Quite easily. Because her pussy..the pussy that I own and control…is drenched.

She tells me to stop. She tells me no more.

But the juices running out of her pussy, onto my fingers and coating her thigh, tell a different story. 

They tell the truth.

Withdrawing my shiny and slick fingers from her cunt, I raise my hand back to deliver another solid spank.

“Please…” she says.

I respond.