Because O/our play never stops with just the one scene…. After Rope

Play.  It just isn’t one scene.  It can continue at any given time during those long afternoons and into the night.  Aftercare is skin to skin in His bed.  I’m a mess.  Crying and snotty.  I’m not really focused on anything but He says my eyes move a lot.  I can hear everything He says, but I can’t really respond just yet.  For however long it takes, He is with me.  Holding me.  Stroking my hair.  Kissing my forehead.  I’m curled up into Him, feeling His skin, slowly coming back to Earth.  And then I crash back.  The crying is intense.  It’s the incredible release of whatever crap I’ve kept back behind the damn.  It just lets go and feels so good when I do.  He just lets me release it. 

 

Eventually I need a tissue.  There’s a certain look I have that lets him know I’m fully back.  Couldn’t tell you what that is though.  W/we can lie like this for a while.  Kissing, touching. Talking about what just happened.  I run my fingers through the hair on His chest.  It’s comforting.  I’m sure I’ll burst into tears again.  I usually do.  Sometimes W/we fall asleep for a little cat nap.

 

I feel His hands moving across my arms and He rolls me onto my back.  His mouth at my cheek, rubbing His beard across my face and to my ear.  He’s telling me how I pleased Him.  How much He loved watching my ass get fucked by the dildo and how I came unglued in His hands.  His fingers are rubbing my clit as He whispers all of this into my ear.  He moves my hand to His cock and I feel it grow in my hand.  I love stroking the head, making Him hard, watching myself do it.  “Wrap your lips around the head.”  He tells me. 

 

There are a few things I really love to do.  Giving head, cock worship are a few of them.  It’s probably the least submissive act I do and I love the reaction of His cock to my mouth.  My hand coming up and around the head in a little swirling motion.  I pull back my mouth and just work on the head.  He tells me He wants to cum across His stomach and watch me lick it up.  “Yes, Sir.”  I reply with a little smile.  It’s my reward. 

 

“Watch it, slut.  Look what you do.”  I can hear in His voice He’s about to cum all over. 

 

All over His stomach and He’s telling me “Don’t you stop…..don’t stop.”

 

It’s all over Him and I lean over and like a cat lapping up a saucer of milk, I take all His cum into my mouth.  This is a man that eats pineapple.  Lots of pineapple.  Trust me, that’s a good thing.  I’m covered in His cum on my lips and chin and He slides His fingers into my pussy.  Kisses me.  I start grinding against Him.

 

“First, W/we’re going to fix dinner……” He says.

 

I groan because I know I have to wait and He takes my face and tells me “I like making you wait, my whore.”

 

Yes, He does.

 

Dinner.  He loves to cook and W/we talk and then catch each other looking at the other like teenagers that just did something dirty.  It’s so delectable.  The heat is just below the surface, but you’ll pass out if you don’t eat something when play is all day.  All day.  God, I love all day. 

 

Somehow I eat.  Somehow I manage a conversation.  Sometimes. 

 

W/we move to the couch.  Cuddling and chatting and then I say “How about that video?”  Porn.  I love that, too.  It’s fun watching it with someone you have an amazing connection with.  The video starts and eventually His hands are on me.  In me.

 

“Let’s go.”  He says and leads me back to the playroom.

 

I have His robe on and had put on a thong.  You remember that period of mine, right?   My collar is still around my neck. 

 

“Over the table.”  He orders.  I bend over the end of the table that still has the earlier aftermath all over it face down.  My legs spread and my arms above my head reaching for the other end of the table.  The room smells like pussy and cum.  He throws the robe over my back and jerks my panties down around the middle of my thighs.  The Hitachi flips on and He finds my clit and His fingers on His other hand slide into my pussy and finds that spot.

 

I groan and immediately grind down into both and arch my back.  “Oh my God yes….please don’t stop, Sir.  Please don’t stop…may I cum…may I cum…may I cum……….” 

 

“Yes, now, slut.”  I hear Him say as I grind down into Him.  I feel my eyes roll back.  He doesn’t stop and I’m building again.  I explode and beg for Him to keep going.  “please, please, please, please…”  Over and over.  I reach back, grabbing my ass cheeks and grind even harder onto His fingers and the Hitachi.  The table is barely holding me up. 

 

“Oh fuck!  Please….may…..I….cum….Sir…..” 

 

I can remember my body and mind shattering about that moment and I just collapse onto the table.

 

There’s just something about O/our chemistry, O/our connection.  It’s explosive.  I’m spent. 

Rope

I’m getting into Shibari more and more.  Rope used to be just what held me down to a bench or bed frame.  My Sir is into the intricacy of Shibari and I didn’t realize how it would affect me as well. 

 

I find myself drifting off halfway to sub space when He brings it out.  It’s red and I can smell it as it gets closer to me.  It’s foreplay watching Him tie me into position.  The more intricate the tie, the more bound I become, the more free I become in my head.  One would think bondage is restrictive to someone into BDSM.  It’s quite the opposite.  It allows you to let go physically and mentally.  I never feel trapped, but completely secure in His care. 

 

The only time He talks during that process is to give me instructions.  I just tune into His breathing and watching His hands.  The smell is intoxicating to someone into rope.  I start to drift.    I’m on the table in His playroom and lying on my back.  My ass is at the very end on the edge and my legs are up, knees bent to my chest.  My wrists are against my shins to my ankles.  Rope is wound all the way from my wrists and ankles to my knees in a series of intricate knots and loops.  Each side roped together from under the table to keep me in place.   When He is finished and satisfied with His work, I am completely open and exposed.  And dripping wet.   I feel something slip inside of my pussy.   He turns it on and it’s a bullet with different settings.   He’s playing with the settings, fully aware it will begin to drive me a little crazy.  “I think I like that setting.”  He says.   A moves to get the Hitachi and smack!;  a wooden spoon.  I am completely into pussy torture.  I can cum just from a rhythmic beating of a flogger, spoon, cane on my clit.  I groan loudly and He repeats.  Stops abruptly and starts up the Hitachi on my clit.  God help me, I’m going to cum soon. 

 

He sees I’m about to and takes it away.  “Oh no, my whore.  Not yet.  It has to be earned.”  He tells me. 

 

He turns towards the toy chest and returns promptly with the Japanese clover clamps and a length of twine.  The twine He ties around each of my big toes.  Taking the clover clamps, He loops them around the twine and then onto each nipple.  Slowly.  To let the pain sink in.  If I jerk suddenly at all, they pull hard at my nipples.   The pain turns into incredible pleasure. 

 

He positions Himself at the base of the table.  I’m beyond wet.  And bloody.  Oh right, my period.  It happens and I actually like play when I have it.   I hear the Hitachi turn on and it connects with my clit.  “Oh Jesus.” I groan out.  I feel the pull of the clamps.  I groan louder.  Now the spoon again.  Wack!  “Thank You, Sir.” I breath out.  I’m on the edge and He plans to keep me there for a while.  Another smack! of the spoon.  And then His lips wrap around my clit and I feel His tongue.  The bullet is still on. 

 

“I feel like a little pussy today, I think.”  Lifting His head to look at me.  I’m going to come unglued soon.  He goes back to licking and sucking my clit, changing the speed of the bullet.  All I can say is “Oh my God.”  Over and over. 

I feel His fingers at the opening or “rosebud” of my ass.  He’s starting to rim me.  Now I’m really wanting to cum.  The Hitachi is back and on a higher speed.  His fingers are starting to slide in and out of my ass.  F.U.C.K.

 

“Not yet, slut.” He growls softly at me.  And then I feel one of the dildos sliding into my ass.  It’s one of the glass dildos and He lets it come out slowly.  And then pop it back in just as slowly.  Over and over.  God the feeling is so intense.  I love anal anything.  

 

His tongue replaces the Hitachi.  I’m going to become religious very soon with all the Oh Gods and Jesus mutterings.  I feel Him standing to come around to the side of the table.  He’s above my face, looking into my eyes and telling me to look at Him.  “Open your mouth.”  He orders and as I do He bends lower to thrust His tongue deeply into my mouth and I can smell my scent all over His skin.  Reaching between my legs, His fingers find the dildo that He had left inside of my ass and starts to slide it in and out.  I just groan with pleasure.  He does it faster and harder.  My eyes start to roll and He snaps me back to Him with a tug at the clamps.  “I think these need to come off.  Ready, slut?”  You ask.

 

“OH. MY. GOD!” I let out and He immediately takes a nipple in His mouth and sucks as hard as He can and His hand clamps over my mouth.  He still has control over the dildo.  He does the same thing to my other nipple and the second I let out a loud “Fuck!”, His hand goes over my mouth and the intensity makes me cry.  Tears streaming out.  The pleasure is beyond intense.  Ass fucking and nipple sucking at the same time.  I am somewhere between Venus and Mars by then.

 

He’s above my face again.  Telling me I’m going to cum for Him and then moves back between my legs at the end of the table.  The Hitachi in one hand the dildo in the other.  That bullet still steady in my pussy.  The Hitachi hits my clit at full speed and it’s only a second or two before I’m begging to cum.  “Oh my God, may I give this to You, Sir…..”  I say over and over.   “Yes, slut.  Now.” You order.  Fuck.  Fuck.  Fuck.  Fuck.  Fuck……I just explode.  And then beg to cum again.  And then again. 

 

You take the bullet out and plunge Your cock into its place.  The dildo still in my ass and the feeling is fullness.  Your fingers dig into my thighs, pulling me to You with every thrust.  You stop abruptly.

 

He unties me.  He wants me into a different position.  He lets me get my bearings for a moment before flipping me over onto my stomach with my ass propped up.  No need to bind me to the table.  I’ll keep my hands and feet exactly where He tells me to put them.  I hear Him getting into the toy chest.  The drawer closes and another opens.  He returns and I feel His fingers sliding into my ass again and I push myself back onto Him.  “You are such a little whore.”  I hear the delight in Your voice.   

 

Then in slides a large dildo.  “Oh shit……” I get out before the Hitachi comes on and He finds my clit.  

 

“You like your ass used, right?”  He asks me.

 

“Yes, Sir.”  I moan out.

 

He’s going slowly at first and picks up a little speed.  I’m groaning and saying incoherent things by now.  He starts really fucking my ass with the dildo and the Hitachi is on high.  The build is immediate and I’m ready to cum not long after.  “May I cum…..may I cum….may I cum….may I cum…..”  It’s all I can say. 

 

“Take it, slut.  You like your ass being fucked like a little whore.”  

 

“Oh, God…..may I cum…..plllllllllleeeeeeeaaaaassssseeeeeeeeee……”

 

He starts to spank my ass bare handed.  The Hitachi forgotten.  For now.  Spankings after you’ve cum are intense and the lube makes the smacks sting even more.  I don’t know if I coming or going by now.   The Hitachi comes back and He tells me to cum….”Now, slut.”  Fucking my ass as I loose control.  I can feel myself squirt on the Hitachi. 

 

He takes the Hitachi away from me and starts spanking my ass again.  The stinging is intense and I’m crying by now and He’s not stopping.  All I can do is accept spanking and fucking my ass.  And sob into the table. 

Your Brain After Play

I’ve really never tried to write a thing after play with my Sir…..so tonight I’m trying and now I know why I don’t.  I’m (I just tried to type “I’m” at least 5 times) in an alternate universe.  Not like that’s a surprise, I usually am for the rest of the night.  I’ve been with Him all day, I’m cum-drunk and high from being in His rope.  I feel beautiful.  I go from being completely fine to dissolving into tears at the drop of a hat.  I’m sure I’ll cry a few times before I finish this.  Right now, I can’t figure out what to write. 

 

Ok….let’s try this.

 

My holes feel used.  Completely used.  Which I love.  My face is covered in dried cum (thank You, Sir), my hair looks partly like, well, sex head.  And by sex head I mean if you had sex with a herd of elephants kind of sex head.  My makeup?  What makeup?  It’s gone.  Long gone from the first round of tears.  My wrists still have the rope marks and my calves only have faint traces left.  I think the lube is still coming out of my ass.  I’m not sure because frankly,  I just don’t have the energy to check. 

 

Make that a herd of elephants and a pack of hyenas.  I just looked in the mirror.  I’m not so sure a brush is getting through all of that.  I know what you’re thinking.  You’re thinking that I just got up to look at myself in a mirror, why not check for leaky lube?  Answer:   I didn’t feel like reaching.   

 

Flashbacks; They’re not just for breakfast after a drunk night out.  I’m having a complete recall of play.  I’m in His rope, unable to move.  I can feel my ass being penetrated.  Remembering what He was saying to me.  His bare hand spanking my flesh as a glass dildo popped me open.  And then feeling it being pulled out slowly.  And because I’m such an anal whore, He starts to really fuck my ass and holds the Hitachi on my swollen clit until I beg to explode.

 

 It’s going to take me a while to recall the rest.  My head is bouncing around and it’s taken a long time to even write out this little piece.  I’m going to bed.  I need to process.

“Take me”

The Green Eyed Monster of Jealousy

 

We’ve all been there.  Knee deep in jealousy.  It’s human nature.  What you do with it is what matters.  It can tear everything apart or it can serve as a life lesson that can bring people closer.  The choice is really up to you. 

 

BDSM can bring in a myriad of people that can enhance or create drama in your life.   Sometimes that Green Eyed Monster makes an appearance.  I can’t say I’m not a jealous person.  I was proved wrong that I do, indeed, get jealous.  It sucked.  I hate jealous people and here I was being a complete brat. 

 

My attempt at trying to communicate about the whole thing was a disaster.  It turned into an equivalent of WWE match emotionally.  At first I wanted to drop it.  Then I wanted to accuse.  Then I wanted to cry and yell.  Oh, trust me, it was great.  Not really. 

 

So how did I get past all of that?  First you have to admit your insecurities are at play here.  And then you have to accept it and own it.  Say it.  For me, having a Dom that I know without a doubt where I stand with Him, was a plus.  Also a plus:  He is older and has life experience and knew how to communicate effectively when I couldn’t.  He also showed me what I meant to Him.  Told me what I meant to Him.  He made me say what I was to Him.  Out loud.  Over and over while on the cross.  With every crack of the whip, cane, flogger, paddle, Dragon’s Tail, riding crop, yard stick…..everything in His arsenal.  And He has multiples of just about everything in different shapes and forms.  He made me say it back.  When I didn’t say it loud enough and with my own authority, He made me say it again.

 

He stops and is suddenly at my back and His mouth at my ear.  “Why?” came the question again.

 

“Because You love me, Sir.”  I breath out.  “Why?  Say it again, slut.” He orders.  “Because You love me, Sir.” 

 

He walks away from me and one of His heavy floggers whips across my ass.  “Say it again.”  He says.

 

“Because You love me. “ I cry out.  The flogger cuts into my ass again.

 

I feel it again.  Over and over.  I have to say “Because You love me” over and over after each slice, tears streaming down my face.  The cane comes next and with each strike I feel myself slipping into that place.  Eventually, I’m there.  Not able to speak.  Accepting. 

 

Eventually, I feel His finger tracing the middle of my back, up to my neck.  He pushes my hair away from the side of my face and whispers “Have you learned your lesson, my slut?”  I can only nod my head slightly in a yes motion.

“Because I love you.”  He says.

 

I Missed You……

I missed You.  I missed Your hands on my skin, Your breath at my ear, Your cane on my ass.  I missed cuddling up with You, stroking Your skin, breathing You in.  I missed my head on Your shoulder when W/we’re both delirious from play.  When I don’t get to see You all week due to circumstances, I miss You.  I ache for You.  And then the time comes.  You’re back and W/we’re both ready for each other.  I get crazed while driving to see You.  The need goes beyond the physical.  You’re in my head.  I walk in, lock the door and take record time getting naked and go to You.  I know I’m already wet in anticipation. 

 

I walk up to You and present myself.  “Kiss Me.”  You say.  I could do that all afternoon.  Just drinking You in.  “Get into bed.”  I obey and cuddle up under the sheets.  Getting reacquainted with Your touch.  You grab my collar and fasten it around my neck.  The collar is really never off.  The feel of it puts me into a deeper place.  Your hands are all over my skin and You’re telling me what You’re going to do to me for being such a patient girl this week.  A reward.  All sluts like rewards.  “Get up.”  You order.  I push myself up onto my knees as You prop Yourself up against the headboard.  “Straddle me.  Face up.  Lie down.” 

 

I’m laying on my back, spread open in front of You.  “Tell me a dark desire.  The dirtier, the better.”  Came the request.  I’m immediately embarrassed.  What goes through my head is dirty.  I almost can’t start talking about it.  You push me.  With a riding crop across my nipples.  The pain snaps me to attention.  It’s euphoric since I love nipple torture.  And so incredibly painful and beautiful at the same time.  I’m immediately more wet.  You slide a finger inside of me to tell me that.  The pain starts to bring tears to my eyes and my pussy is throbbing for release already.  It’s becoming hard to tell Him my thoughts and I have to really concentrate on not cumming. 

 

I hear the Hitachi start.  Oh God.  “Flip over, on your knees, slut.”  I immediately go to my knees, face down into the sheets.  The Hitachi finds my clit at the same time Your fingers are rimming the opening of my ass.  My nipples graze the sheets and the prickliness goes straight to my pussy.  Everything is going straight to my pussy.  “Oh God, please.” I start to moan.  Tears in my eyes.  The crop lands on my ass.  Over and over.  The Hitachi is relentless.  Your fingers are back, slightly sliding into my ass, then back to rimming.  I need to cum.  I have to cum.  I have to beg to cum. “Please, please, please……” something incoherent coming out of my mouth which is pressed into the bed. 

 

“I can’t hear you, slut.  Do you want to cum?” You ask. 

 

“Please….may I give this to You.”  I think I’m crying by now.  The need is so intense.  I beg over and over and over.  “Now…” comes the order.

 

One, two seconds and I’m over the edge and Your fingers slide into my ass.  I cum, I squirt on the Hitachi.  “Thank You, Sir…please don’t stop…..Thank You, Sir…..Thank You, Sir….”  He presses into my G Spot through my anal wall.  I cum again.  Violently shaking with the intensity of it all.  My screams muffled by the bed.  Abruptly,  You stop everything.  Pulling away fingers and Hitachi in one motion.  I go limp.

 

God, I missed You……

.

Handcuffs and Silk Scarves……Don’t. Do. It.

I know what you’re thinking.  You want to dive right in.  Try it all.  At once.  The book.  Now the movie.  Everyone on the planet is planning to be kinky.  Even for a few minutes. 

 

I’m going to ask, no, plead with you NOT to use real handcuffs or silk scarves.  Why not?  What could possibly go wrong?  It’s just a little kinky fun………

 

Handcuffs.  There’s a reason cops use them on alleged criminals.  They hurt when you struggle and cut into your skin.  Guess what?  They do the same to YOU as well. 

 

You’re strung up against the bed posts.  The handcuffs around your wrists.  Maybe even around your ankles.  The licking begins, a little smack here and there.  And then it starts to happen:  Your body reacts by every muscle contracting and releasing.  There’s a tongue across your clit or your dick, an ice cube, maybe a little flogger.  Holy fuck!  Your arms contract down…..no they don’t.  You’re completely contained in metal.  As you jerk suddenly at the sweet sensations, cuffs tighten abruptly, digging into your wrists.  No escape.  Unless you’re a complete pain slut, chances are it’s what you’re starting to notice.  Another lick, another pull.  Fuck, that’s starting to hurt.

 

“Hey, baby, could you get me outta these?” comes the initial request.

 

No response.  They’re too busy trying to get you off. 

 

“Baby?”……

 

Another strike, this time across your tender thighs and FUCK!  Your brain explodes and you pull from all directions. 

 

“Holy shiiiiiiiitttttt!  Get me out of these things!” 

 

Confusion reigns.  You’re stuck and they’re trying to find the key.  FIND THE KEY.

 

“ Oh!  There it is!  Oh shit, I dropped it!  Fuck, where did it go?  Hold on there, honey, I’m coming with it!”

 

“All better!  Let’s get a silk scarf instead.”  Cause those can’t be any worse, right??  They’re soft and silky.  Harmless.  Sure they are.

 

So you start to relax again.  The scarves go around your wrists.  This is good.  This is ok.  No cutting into your skin.  Perfect!  There goes that tongue again.  You don’t notice a slight tightening.  It feels too good to notice, right?  Nails digging into your skin.  Let’s play with a little candle wax.  And BOOM!  That hot, molten lava hits your stomach and you pull your arms to save yourself and the scarves tighten immediately into this itty, bitty knot. 

 

You know what, maybe this isn’t for us, right?  “Honey, can we just do this without being tied up?”  The look of disappointment, but ok….

 

Time to untie you.  “ Hold on a sec.  I can’t get it undone.  Stay still, babe.  Let me get my fingernail in there.  Shit, that’s tight!  It’s not moving.  WTF?  STOP moving, you’re making it worse!”

 

“Don’t move, I’ll be right back.”  Because you somehow have a choice on that one.  You hear the kitchen drawers open and close.  Muttering.  A few minutes later they return.  With a fucking kitchen knife. 

 

“Um, hon…..do you think that’s a good idea?” 

 

Yes, kitchen knives are always a great idea around your wrists.  Sure.  Why not?  Are we fucking kidding me???  And they come at you with it.  Holy shit!  That’s a knife.  Should you pass out until it’s over?  Scream?  Both?

 

“Fuck!” is the only thing that comes out of your mouth.  A high pitched wail only dogs can hear.  Cause your boyfriend/girlfriend/wife/husband/lover sure as hell doesn’t. 

 

It’s really not working.  You’re close to becoming an ER doctors dream of a story.  And then you hear “Scissors!”  Jesus.  It just gets better.

 

I promise this to you.  You will not remember how completely awesome it was to be bound and slightly tortured.  You’ll remember the cuffs and the scarves.  The losing of the key and the kitchen knife.  And don’t forget about the scissors.  The cutting into your skin.  NOT the feeling of being used for someone’s pleasure. 

 

Buy the restraints with Velcro.  Please. 

Humiliation and Golden Showers

I’ve never really been into peeing on anyone.  In fact, I think I have pee anxiety.  The very thought of you watching me or even listening to me pee makes me completely stop in my tracks.  Also was never sure I wanted anyone to pee on me either.  Poo will never happen, it’s a hard limit.  I thought pee was, too. 

 

Sir makes me spill my guts, my secrets, my desires.  Only when you lay yourself bare, do you really give of yourself. 

 

There was a long afternoon of play.  I was spent, in His bed.  My ass stinging every time I moved against the sheets.  He suddenly holds my chin and asks for a secret desire, a humiliation.  I blink.  My mind is racing and I’m taking too long.  “Well?” He drawls. 

 

“I’m not sure, Sir.” I stammer.

 

“Not sure?”

 

“No, Sir.”

 

“Get up.”  And unceremoniously He rolls me out of the covers and onto the wood floor.  Grabbing me by the wrist, I am taken to the shower.  It’s large and made of entirely of glass on two sides.  No curtain to hide behind.

 

He thrusts me in and up against the cool tile of the back wall.

 

“Squat.”  He orders.  I immediately sit my ass on my heels.  My knees automatically spread and I am exposed and now embarrassed.  He sees I’m beginning to get humiliated and in a low voice only says “Piss for me.”

 

Oh God, really?  Of course that’s in my head. 

 

I try to relax.  Getting more embarrassed by the second.  He’s watching my face and looks like He has all the time in the world.  I want to say I can’t, but know I’ll be in trouble for not pleasing Him.  Fuck.  I lay my head back against the cool tile and close my eyes.  Suddenly the shower hits me in the face.  He’s not going to let me get away with not looking at Him.  Finally, I piss and He lowers Himself down to watch and tells me I’m a good girl. 

 

He stands and looms over me.  His cock in His hand.  “Look at Me.”

 

My gaze locks with His and I feel the warmth of His urine hitting my chin.  It startles me and without stopping He orders me to open my mouth.  And I do. 

 

It fills with His piss and starts to flow out down my chin to my chest and down my stomach. 

 

“Let it all run down the front of you, slut.”  He orders.  Slowly it trickles down my body to the shower floor. 

 

I’m covered in piss and running mascara, still on my haunches. 

 

I want more……

 

Heaven….

Biting.  Feeling Your teeth sink into my inner thigh as I’m about to cum.  That area is so sensitive and bruises so easily.  Feeling Your fingers dig into my flesh, pulling me to You, flipping me over, pulling my legs apart to get to where I live.  My pussy.  You said that to me once.  A long time ago when we first played together.  I live in my pussy.  That’s why You like to torture it.  Once You get to that I’m one big, giant “O.”  I need You.  Being pussy spanked then feeling Your tongue.  Heaven.  Your fingers deep inside my cunt and the Hitachi on my clit.  Heaven.

Suspended from the ceiling and impaled on a dildo.  Heaven.  I drive to see You and I’m dripping before I hit the door.  Pure.  Heaven.  I love feeling Your cock, Your fingers….anything You want to do to me.  There’s this deep need there.  A want so intense.  I’m wet just writing about this because I can see in my head everything You love to do to me played out. 

 

Saran Wrap

And then there was Saran Wrap.  I’ve always had this fear someone would be dumb enough to wrap my head and face with it.  The hardest limit of all.  Last night was Saran Wrap.  Of course I had no idea until it was brought out. 

 

When I got there we cuddled, just feeling each other’s skin.  We hadn’t seen each other all week except for a short time to take my Sir chicken soup.  He needed a little TLC and I missed Him.  Even if it was to only feel Him, I needed it.  We lay there in bed, rubbing each other and talking.  And His massage.  I always give Him one.  Only this time He decided I needed a butt plug while giving it.  It was an act of keeping it in for an hour.  My pussy is getting wetter by the minute with every pass of my hands across Him.  I feel like I could bend over and shoot it across the playroom.  I’m in this constant state of excitement and readiness for Him lately.  Well, more than lately.  For several months now actually.  I could feel my pussy juices running onto my thighs half way through the massage. 

 

The massage is over another thirty minutes later and I clean Him off.  Playtime.  After getting the excess oil off of my hands and forearms, I stand  ready with my arms behind my back and legs slightly spread.  Only wearing my collar.  He goes to His closet where He stores some of His toys and emerges with Saran Wrap.  His movements are deliberate.  My breath deepens and I snap to attention.  He starts to wrap the slippery length around my body.  I feel it holding down my arms around my stomach and as He comes up with the roll, He’s careful to stop at my boobs.  Those He clearly wants to be available when needed.  I’m starting to drift in my head.  Watching your Dom tie, strap, wrap, etc into place before play is foreplay for me.  He wraps and twists the Saran across the middle of my chest, careful to keep the boobs uncovered and moves around my upper chest and shoulders.  As I feel the Saran move around my shoulders, I can feel myself get a little anxious.  I trust this man beyond anything words can convey and know I’m in no danger.  It’s just that initial feeling of being immobile. 

 

He moves me over to the floor onto a padded mat and onto my back.  He continues rolling the Saran around my ass and thighs.  My hands are flat against my legs as He wraps those as well.  He stops to survey His work, rubbing His fingers across the slippery material.  Standing up and going over to the dresser, He comes back with His surgical scissors.  Just in case I need out quickly.  He decides my pussy needs to be more accessible and cuts away a few pieces of wrap.  For someone wrapped up tightly, I feel like I’m about to come unglued.  I want so badly for His hands to be on me.   

 

Have I mentioned my nipples are as sensitive as my clit?  In case you weren’t reading that clearly :  My nipples are as sensitive as my clit.  His hands are all over my breasts.  Tugging at my nipples.  Soft then harder.  Taking them one by one into His mouth.  Swirling them around His tongue.  Nibbling on them with His teeth. Biting them a little harder every time.  He gets the Japanese clover clamps and the Hitachi. 

 

I have long nipples that can be easily trapped with any kind of clamp.  And I love the clover clamps.  Gripping a nipple with His forefinger and His thumbs, pulling it up, making my back arch and I moan.  The clamp nestles right into my breast tissue.  It’s one of those delicious hurts and He likes to watch my face when He puts them on.  The second one goes on and I let out another moan, letting His fingers run across the tips.  He pulls the chain and I let out an “Oh, God….” My eyes start to roll back and He tells me “Look at me.”  He pulls the chain again.  And again.  Each time a lightning bolt to my cunt.  The Hitachi turns on, making that familiar buzzing sound and I feel it run across the chain linking my nipples in bondage.  My back arches again as the vibrations hit the tips of my nipple.  As much as I’m bound in wrap, I start to move my hips.  My legs are spread open in invitation.  I think I’m becoming a little religious since all I can get out is “Oh, God” and “Jesus, please.”  His mouth takes in the tip of my nipple and swirls His tongue around it.  I think I’m about to cum then and there.  All I can beg is “please don’t stop.”  Over and over.  The sensation is amazing and I want to keep it going as long as possible.  I like being kept on the edge.  The boarder of pain and pleasure is pure heaven for me.  He bends over my face and kisses me deeply and pulls at the chain.  The Hitachi is now on my clit and He pulls back and tells me He hasn’t forgotten about my cunt.  I am now one big sensory organ.  Every touch is fire to my pussy and it wants release.

 

 I see His fingers moving towards the clamps and He’s telling me to look at Him when they come off.  “This is for Me, not you…” He whispers.  The first one comes off and I let out a deep moan of pleasure and immediately He claims my nipple in His mouth.  Sucking hard.  I can feel myself getting closer to hitting the edge.  Off with the second one and as His mouth goes to my left nipple, His fingers grab the right.  “Please may I give this to You, Sir…..”  I need to cum.  I’m going to cum.  “Please….please may I give this to You, Sir.”  There are no questions. It’s me begging for release and they belong to Him.  I hear Him say “Now, slut.” And it’s all I need to hear.  I think I let out moans, gasps and Thank You, Sirs. 

 

He’s not done with me.

 

The Hitachi goes to my clit and I’m immediately ready to cum again as His fingers find a nipple to squeeze.  “Oh, God, please may I give this to You, Sir…”  I always have to ask for permission.  “Yes, slut.  Give it to Me now.” My mind crashes again into wave after wave of pleasure.  Once I get to this point, I’m on this wave that doesn’t stop unless He stops it.  And He’s not stopping.  My pussy is throbbing and dripping and He wants a taste.  He kisses me again.

 

He’s telling me something.  I can hear my breath and my moaning.  I can smell Him and me mingling in the air.  He says He’s going to torture my clit.  “I want to taste you.”  He says.  My legs are as wide as the wrap will let them go.  I arch up to meet His lips to mine and the pleasure is so intense.  I feel his tongue dancing around my clit and I would have grabbed the back of His head if I could.  But they’re wrapped up next to my legs.   “I like how you dance around for Me when I’m doing this.”  He says.  All I can do is gyrate my hips in an ancient rhythm and whisper  incoherent things.  I feel His fingers move in and out of me.  Finding my spot.  Rubbing around it, pulling out.  Finding it again.  Over and over.  Coaxing me to another mind shattering orgasm.  But He stops.  Not yet.  He grabs the Hitachi and thrusts His fingers into me.  Rubbing and holding the vibrations on my clit.  I need to cum.  I can’t hold it any longer.  “Please, Sir……may I give this to you…” I breathe out.  “Are you ready to give this to Me?” You ask.  “Please….please…..please” I say over and over.  “ May I give this to You…”  You tell me I’m a little piggy cum slut.  God help me if I don’t cum.   I’m standing on the edge and need to fall over.  “Please……”

 

“Look at Me….look at Me.”  You say in a low voice.  I look into Your eyes.  “Cum for Me now.” You order.  All I can do is convulse into saying Thank You, Sir over and over. 

 

He wants to move downstairs and cuts me out of the security of the wrap.  I’m so cum drunk it takes a few minutes to get my bearings when standing up.  W/we head downstairs and into His bed.  He likes to give aftercare there.  I snuggle up to Him putting my head on His chest and my fingers find His chest hair.  I love playing running my fingers over Him while snuggling up.  The sun is setting and W/we can spend hours rubbing, touching, kissing, licking, fingering, fucking, talking, laughing, crying in this spot.  Eventually, W/we need food and get up to cook dinner.  Well, He cooks and He has me stand there and look pretty and to talk while He does.  Over dinner W/we catch each other staring at the other regularly.  When BDSM is the dynamic  and foundation of your power exchange relationship, sitting across from the One that has brought you to the extreme highs that happen during a scene,  your brain recalls moments that just happened.  Well, it makes for interesting dinner conversation.   I have no idea what W/we ate.  I’m sure it was good, but I was so high off of O/our scene……I love those moments. 

 

Dinner is over.  The table gets cleared and He says “Let’s get back into bed.”  We crawl back into each other.  Naked, face to face.  Skin to skin.  He guides my hand to His cock and tells me to stroke.  I love playing with His cock.  It’s my reward for being a good girl.  I feel blood starting to fill the shaft and the head getting bigger.  He turns over and grabs a small bottle of lube, squirting some into my hand.  I have this technique I use with my hands that makes Him feel like He’s busting into my ass.  His cock becomes so hard in my hands.  And then He wants me face down, ass up.  Now. 

 

I feel the head of His cock right at the opening.  He holds back slightly while asking “right there?” and then…..I feel all of Him.  Oh my God, every bit of Him to His balls inside of me.  My hand is already underneath me, tugging at His balls while He slides in and out of me.  His hands gripping my hips, He moves faster.  “I love fucking your ass.” He growls.  “Rub your clit with your other hand, slut.”  He knows it makes my ass clench when I do.  He’s pounding into me and then slows down to watch it go in and out.  Letting the head come out so He can watch it bust back in.  With every thrust I groan.  He pulls out and wants to be played with again.  I start caressing the head with my right hand and twirling my forefinger and thumb.  “I love being Your fucktoy, Sir.”  I breathe out and my hands find their rhythm.  “Down.” He orders.  I’m back down with my face plastered into the sheets and my ass in the air.  He slides back into me.  I can’t help to let out a deep moan.  Being fucked in the ass is simply amazing when done correctly. 

 

I can feel Him thrusting deeper, faster.  His hands are on my back.  Pushing me into the bed.  His cock is buried deep inside of me.  I can hear His breathing getting shorter as His cock gets ready to explode.  He asks me “Do you like it when I sodomize you, my cum slut?”  “Yes, Sir….I love it when You do.” I moan out.  I tug at His balls and rub my clit harder.  “I feel you doing that, bitch.” I hear Him growl at me.  My fingers go either side of His shaft and rub as He goes in and out.  “You earned My cum today.  Are you ready for Me?”  I think all I could say is “Yes, Sir.” And my hand immediately go back to tugging His balls.  His thrusts are as deep as my ass will take Him in.  His release is intense and shoots everything He has deep inside of me.