Gushing

Typically I am the biggest violator of creating the wet spot in our bed, but last night...holy fuck, last night!...with L's legs up and on my shoulders as I thrust inside her, hard and pounding and hitting that PERFECT spot and she came with an intensity that I have not seen in quite some time, an orgasm that would have resulted in screams did we not have children in the house...and that orgasm was followed by a warm gushing of liquid that I felt splash up against me, and I didn't let her recover from that orgasm but rather kept pounding away, her wetness coating my thighs...and I brought out her second orgasm, and a second gushing...

This coming from the pet who used to claim that female ejaculation was a myth.

Our sheets tell a much different story. It might be difficult to tell from the above picture, but this is a significant portion of the sheets that she managed to drench.

I'm hoping to create the same effect this weekend, but this time, with my face being the recipient of her wetness as my tongue works away on her.

And just like the wet spot I usually create, she had to sleep in it.

24 hour notice

"I'm going to fuck you in the ass tomorrow night," I told L the other evening.

It was the courteous thing to do, I suppose, to give her 24 hours notice before I violated her anally. This particular act is a rarity in our sex life, probably in the single digits, going back to the very first time almost four years ago. L is not a fan of it at all, claiming my size makes it too uncomfortable for her, which I suppose is flattering but truth be told, I don't think that I am sporting anything down there that can't be handled with the proper amount of lube.

So it is an uncommon act, and generally when we have done it, as was the case with this one, it is during that time of the month. Lately during that time of the month we have taken to L pleasuring me orally with the outcome of my pleasure ending up all of her. Marking my territory, so to speak. We both know though that her ass is there for me to use whenever I like, I just choose not to usually because, hey! Kind Dom.

But this last week the urge struck me, because as wonderfully tight as she keeps her cunt (thank you, Kegel exercises) it doesn't compare to the exquisite tightness of entering her from behind. Not to mention the visual. Not to mention the brutality that comes with the whole notion of ass fucking.

She had a 24 hour notice.

Excerpt from my memo to L on 3/21/2016:

Thoughts today of the head of my cock pressed against your ass before I ever so slowly, and with plenty of lube, slide on in. Do you suppose that you will whimper in pain when I do so, and will there be a part of you that will be turned on by the sensation of being properly fiilled up by your Sir?

She didn't try to talk her way out of it, but instead asked if we could do it on our sides, with her spooning against me. We had never tried it in that position, instead I have always opted for the classical doggie style position. Girl on the Net, one of my favorite sex bloggers out there, wrote a column once praising this position, so I was intrigued by it. After all, it's not about the position. It's about the ass. And fucking it.

That night in bed we embarked on a fairly intense session, I think in part because of the act to come I was feeling extra Dominant and she was feeling extra submissive. I wanted to plunge her into the fuzzy world of subspace, so I was quite rough. Delivering punches to her ass (one of her favorite acts now), choking her, slaps across the nipple, shoving my cock down her throat. Calling her names.

20 minutes into this, she uttered the words I didn't think she would ever say.

"Please fuck me up the ass Sir."

I shoved her over to her side and she tucked her legs up to her chest, while I grabbed the lube out of my drawer and applied a generous amount to my cock. I then pressed myself against her, my cock nestled in between the crack of her ass. An adjustment here. An adjustment there. She reached down with her hand and guided it into her opening and pushed back against me. First my head, and then, inch by inch, the rest of me.

And fuck if Girl on the Net wasn't right, this position worked MUCH better than the previous attempts from behind, the ease of which I was able to fully be inside her was much better, and once I was fully inside her, I pulled out, and pushed back again, my hands firmly grabbing her hips.

Pulled out...

Then back in.

You know.

I fucked her up the ass.

She whimpered, a combination of pain and some unexpected pleasure, and asked me to please not take long, to please come soon, so I then pushed her back over so she was face down, my cock still deep inside her, and took her that way, my thrusts becoming more forceful, and before long...not long at all, actually, I came HARD inside her, leaving my cock fully inserted in her ass as spurt after spurt filled her up. I then pulled out, a trail of my cum following, and I grabbed her panties from the bed and used them to wipe out the cum dripping out of her ass as well as the cum still dribbling out of my cock.

Whew.

I praised her that evening, told her what a good job she did and how proud I was of her. Which is what she wanted to hear.

She did do a great job, but then again...she did have 24 hours notice.

The next time she might not be so lucky.

Sinful Sunday: Bound

Q & A Month

Little did I know that March is apparently Q & A month, and an anonymous reader asked if I/we would be participating.

Sure. Why not?

The door has been open. Ask away in the comments section below, and you can direct questions to either one of us.

No topic is off limits. We're all family here. A very twisted, kinky family but family, nonetheless.

punching and fucking

Over the close to four years since L and I have been immersed in our D/s relationship we have discovered a number of different methods to find pleasure in the midst of pain. I do believe that even to this day, as we shed our rookie status in these endeavors, it still sometimes surprises L how intense those feelings of pleasure can be when the method being used is far from conventional.

"What do you do to me?" she will murmur at the end of a lengthy session, as she floats through the world of subspace, curled up in the fetal position next to me.

We have tried different instruments over the years, ordered a variety of devices from The Stockroom. There has been the flogger with the beaded tips, the cane, the whip, and over the last several onths or so, a highly effective and heavy rug beater. which I once demonstrated for my readers in the following video.

Then there have been items from around the house. A plastic coat hanger. Wooden spoons. Her collar. My belt. One time, on the deck of the cabin I used to live in, a branch from a nearby tree.

What device I use on any given night depends on the proximity of children. So those items that can inflict pain while at the same time not be hear beyond the bedroom door are quite popular. This of course eliminates my hand and the pleasure of a proper spanking.

But my hand closed into a fist is not as loud as a flat hand.

And it is much more effective.

Punching L's ass in  a session has been a glorious undertaking for both of us. There is something about the impact of it that soaks her instantly and throws her into the depths of sub space within minutes. Alternating between one cheek, and then the next...the marks appearing instantly. It's a satisfying feeling for me as well, the brutality of it that appeals to my sadistic side. But it is satisfying more than anything because when I stop punching and thrust my fingers into her cunt, they emerge a wet, sticky mess.

One cheek, then the next. The other night she started shifting and squirming as the punching continued, the pleasure escalating to something more intense, and sensing what was about to happen, I granted her permission.

"Come for me," I said. PUNCH. "Come for me now." PUNCH

And she came, and with her orgasm came a gush of wetness that coated the sheets. I stopped punching, gave her seconds to recover and to wipe out before I flipped her over on her back and spread her legs apart and teased her clit with my hardness before I thrust it inside her. Nothing gentle, nothing soft. I fucked her in the same way I punched her, hard and without mercy. She came once that way, and then I flipped her back over to fuck her from behind, bringing her to her next orgasm before mine followed.

When your foreplay involves punching, making love does not follow.

You FUCK.

Punching and fucking.

Fucking and punching.

We would not want it any other way.

parts

It was a session to end all sessions that night...one hours? Two hours? I had been gone for a week and we were both hungry.

In the middle of all of it, as we caught our breath before going on to something else, there was this moment; I don't have a foot fetish but if I did I would be in heaven with the stocking-clad lovelies that my pet has. I was fixated on them at that moment, I wanted to feel myself pressed up against them, to run the head of my cock along the bottom of her soles. I have never had a foot job, but at that moment, I could see how it would be nice; for her to stroke me to completion with her feet, my cum dripping down on her, seeping through her stockings. Making her all sticky, and whatnot.

We did not get that far. I am sure it would have been nice, but those feet are connected to legs, and further up those legs, in between them if you want me to get specific, was a cunt just as lovely as those feet, and it was there that moments after this picture was taken I found my pleasure.

final fuck/first fuck

There was very little that differentiated the final fuck of 2015 from the first fuck of 2016.

Neither one of them were fucks that were outside of the norm of our regular fucks; for that matter, they veered towards the vanilla. Neither one of them came as a finale to a lengthy BDSM session, contained any type of physical force on my behalf, or were necessarily raw or extremely passionate.

They were, quite simply, fucks.

And damn good ones at that.

The final fuck of 2015 took place around 11:30p.m. December 30. We both had to work the next day and had already stayed up too late watching “Breaking Bad” (which we only recently started viewing, early adapters we are not). The lights had gone out, L was lying next to me collared, and it appeared at first that the night was going to come to a close without any type of sexual activity.

But then, as I often do, I started thinking about, well, things, and before I knew it I had a rather substantial erection in need of attention which I informed L of. I do not believe she was in a similar mood, but with all that “I live to please you” focus in mind, she reached over and gave said erection a few strokes, a lick of the head, and then she was climbing on top of me and easing me inside of her. She proceeded to ride me, and I raised my hips up to match her movements, enjoying the visual aspect of her arched silhouette in the darkness. Minutes later, I thrust up one more time and unloaded as her cunt squeezed every last drop out of me.

Minutes after that, slumber, and the final fuck of 2015 was one for the books.

The first fuck of 2016 took place about two hours ago at 2p.m. on January 1. We had stayed out late, drinking and dancing, and when we fell into bed around 2a.m. I simply did not have it in me to do anything sexual.

But 12 hours later, as I rested in bed next to L, the “hangover hornies” came visiting, thanks in part to (a) L’s lovely bare ass was sticking out of her nightgown, tempting me to take her; (b) I had spent part of the morning enjoying the recently discovered blog of the Girl on the Net, which inspired me greatly to both want to fuck AND write.

Similar to the last fuck of 2015, I informed L of my erection, this time by pushing up against her bare ass, the head of my cock sticking over the top of my cotton shorts. “I can’t do much,” she said, still weary from the night before. “Can I just lie here?”

“That will work,” I said, as I took my shorts off as she rolled over on her back and spread her legs, informing me of how warm she was down below.

She was warm. And wet. And tight. I propped myself up with my arms as I slid insider her, slowly at first, enjoying that first feeling of penetration as she accommodated me. And then, fucking. Not too hard, not too soft…just right.

“My god I love fucking you,” I told her.

Then I came, quite forcefully and quite copiously, to the extent that the handful of tissue she had by her side of the bed did little to contain the aftermath that started running down her thigh as soon as I pulled out. Getting off the bed, I tucked my sticky cock back inside my shorts, as L rolled over to take a nap.

“I’m just going to sleep for a bit,” she murmured. “But feel free to come back in here anytime to use me. Just roll me over.”

With that, the first fuck of 2016 was also one for the books.

There was very little that differentiated the first fuck of 2016 from the final fuck of 2015.

They were, quite simply, fucks.

And damn good ones at that.

Happy new year everyone.