Yes, yes, yes!

Daddy is home soon, very soon. He texted from the airport:

I want you in a visceral way. To devour you. I need to see the panic in your eyes as I grip your throat and slam my cock into you. To leave marks on your flesh and your soul. I have a need upon me and I want you.

Here is what you will do. You will shower and shave preparing for my inspection. You will prepare me a drink and a water and place them by the bed. You will put on make-up for Master and then don your collar. When I arrive you will be on your back in the middle of my bed in the Sula position. You will install the butt plug and play with your sex. You may NOT come. You will be ready for me.

When I arrive you will not say a word. Your hands will be placed palms up on the bed and remain there. I will do as I wish.

Master is coming home.

Holy crap! Life is good! Master is coming home, Master is here!

I’m waiting in bed, time to do as I was told. I’ll fill you in later.

Whoop! Yes!

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Power On

We live our lives and it’s good. We’re joining our lives more and more. I went to an event with Mr. D and met more of his friends. We had a relaxing and fun time. We had a little drunk time too. All good fun. All vanilla fun for the most part.

Thursday night, he spent the night at my place. We’re moving in together this weekend and I was feeling stressed about space for everything so I wanted him to come and game plan the move with me. We didn’t really end up doing that but we had a nice dinner and we waited for my brother to stop by to pick up some things. In general, a normal vanilla evening.

I was on my period, it had just started. Talk about the worst timing. Well, we’d had months of it falling during the week when I wasn’t with him, so, all’s fair I guess. He told me, “Well then, I guess your ass is mine tonight.” I felt the usual wave of nervous trepidation that comes over me when I know butt sex is imminent.  

Daddy is large and more importantly has some serious girth to his package. Anal is a hurdle. One that no one else has surmounted for him so I’m proud to serve him that way. Still, it’s a hurdle.

We cuddled on the bed. He gripped my neck and his dominance wrapped itself around me in all its power. Fuck, I love that. It’s like air. Air that I need to survive. I don’t realize it’s missing until it’s there again. Then, I breathe it in. I expand and I feel my wings unfurl. My God, the feel of it on me is like no other presence I’ve ever experienced. I crave him, I meld with him, I belong to him like no other.

“You, my little cumwhore, you are going to get either the large or the medium butt plug and you’re going to put it in your fine ass. Then you will get between my legs and worship my cock. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Daddy.” I croaked out the words around his tightening hand.

“What are you?” His words rumbled over me. His mouth on my cheek.

“Your cumwhore Daddy.” I shuddered and bathed myself in his power.

“That’s right. Now go.” He released my throat and I coughed from the sudden availability of air. My throat was scratchy and stuck together from his grip. I found the medium plug and the lube. I lubed the plug well and brought it back to the bed. I squatted right next to the bed so my eyes were level with his and worked the plug into my tight, unprepared ass. I closed my eyes briefly as I felt the bulb stretch me and pop inside. I looked up at him when it was done.

“Nicely done little girl. Now get to work.” I love feeling his pride. I love doing things in a way that serves his lust. I knelt between his legs. 

“May I Daddy?” I must ask permission first. I had gotten in trouble earlier for not asking permission. Even though I was ordered to the task, I asked.

“Good girl, yes, you may.” I sucked his cock in my mouth. I savored the taste and feel of him. I felt him grow and harden in my lips and my throat. I took him in as far as I could, pushing myself ever deeper each stroke. His words taunted me as I worked.

“You are a good cumwhore. I’m going to take that ass. I’m going to sink myself deep in your tight hole. Do you want that?” I nodded while my mouth was full of cock.
He grabbed my hair and forced his cock all the way down my throat. 

“Take it, take it. Yes! Oh yes, good slut.”

“On your side, knees up, head at the corner of the bed.” All the while I had sucked his cock, the plug had worked inside me. I felt it loosening and moving inside the whole time. It was quite erotic. He grabbed the plug and pulled it out then he was on me. His body pushed up behind me and his hard cock found it’s way to my tight, prepared asshole.

He thrust slowly and was easily inside me. I was surprised how easy it was this time. Usually, I panic and we stop then we continue again until we fit together. There was none of that this time. He slid right in. He stopped and checked on me. I was ready for him. I wanted him to move. He began to move slowly and soon he was fucking me hard and fast. The feel was intense and glorious. I heard myself moan. I gripped the bed sheets and rode the waves of pleasure as he took my ass over and over again.

I know I spoke to him. I’m not sure what I said exactly. I think I begged him to fill my ass. I wanted him to keep fucking me but I ached for his cum to fill me. It is such a dichotomy of need. Keep fucking but fill me, give me your cum! There is nothing like it. When he came inside my ass, oh it was like the 4th of July. Yes, I needed that so much. I needed him, I needed his dominance. I needed it all.

Impact

After coming into the house, the same night we enjoyed the front yard, Mr. D told me that we would use the spanking bench tonight. We rarely get to have this kind of play because he has roommates. They are kink friendly but not part of our play. So, we can only play when they aren’t home.
Mr. D gave me a gift. He has started learning how to craft leather. One of his first projects was to make me a hair restraint. It is a leather sheath with snaps up the length of it. It encases my hair and holds it out of the way while we’re playing. Here is a picture of it in my hair and by itself. It is similar to the restraints that bikers with long hair wear when they ride. I love it. He put it in my hair before we began to play to keep it out of the way. Since I don’t have a collar, the leather you see around my neck was a combination of the two straps of a ball gag and a chain cock ring that held the two pieces together.  It sounds odd but it worked great.  I was truly shocked he put a collar on me and it felt amazing.  You can see part of it in the picture, that’s why it is so long.



He pulled out the bench and moved the furniture so that it was in the center of the living room. He brought out his rope which is cut in long lengths. He also placed the safety scissors out. When playing with rope, he is always prepared. I feel completely safe and trust him implicitly when we play. I stood at the bench in the nude as he was preparing.

“Setting the scene,” he said, “it takes time. Up on the bench my Love.” Ropes in hand, he watched me as I mounted the bench. I have provided a picture here so you know the structure of it.

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He had me kneel on the lower step and lay my body across the upper platform. My breasts were pressed to the cushion under me, my arms hung down each side and my head was free to hang over the edge or lift up and look around a little. He picked up my wrist and looped the rope around my arm until he had a manacle arranged just above my wrist. Then he tied the other end to the brace of the bench. He continued to the other side and tied another manacle above my wrist on the other arm.

“We’ll put this one higher on your arm to protect your wrist. Let me know if you have any issues with this side.” He knows I have rheumatoid arthritis and this particular wrist had been acting up recently. He’s a careful Dom and he knows it’s important to take care of his submissive. We practice a lifestyle that skirts the edge but we still know that being safe is necessary. This way we’ll be able to play no matter what physical issues arise. He tied the other end of the rope to the side of the bench. I was immobilized and presented for his pleasure.

He stood behind me admiring his handiwork.  I felt his hand caress my back and cooed at the delicate sensations his fingers brought to life.  He came around the side until I could see him.  I lifted my head to look at him. “Everything good?  Everything feel okay Baby?”

“Yes Daddy.  Perfect.” He had checked in and I was aching to feel what he had planned.  He ran his hands over my arms, my back, my buttocks and my thighs.  His touch awakened my skin and brought me to life.  The sensations were intoxicating.  I love feeling his hands on me. His touch increased in pressure.  He pressed into my body.  I felt his heat and knew he was preparing me, lulling my mind for what was to come.

He began with the stingy cane.  Before he wielded a cane on me the first time I feared them.  Still, there is a trepidation and a healthy respect for the cane and the wielder but I no longer run from it.  He has shown me how it can be used for warming up the skin.  He uses gentle taps and never hits the same location until the sting is gone and that area craves attention again.  The cane made me itch for him to begin in earnest.  The tap, tap, tap was making me aware of an inherent vibration inside me.  I was rejoicing that he was doing this and eager for more intensity, more of it all.

When I felt the first thud of the flogger I sighed with pure joy.  I ache for his flogging when he hasn’t done it in a while.  I want to feel it on me constantly.  He began with long slow thuds of the falls across my back, on my ass and on my thighs.  He moved the falls across my skin with a rhythmic cadence. At some point during his ministrations I felt a blanket resting across my calves and feet.  How amazing that he understood how much this would comfort me.  I relaxed even further.  When the body is experiencing any sensation play it’s easy to get cold or jittery from the rush of blood to the surface of the skin.

He took a break from flogging and I felt a soft ticklishness cross my skin.  It was the feather duster I gave him.  It has pristine white feathers and a black handle with a black lace decoration.  A joke between us and not a duster to be used to actually dust.  Maybe…we’ll see if he decides I truly need to dust his home with it.  I purred and moaned in unison.  I’m such a sensation slut.  He brings it out in me with all that he does to me.  He came around to my face so that I could see the duster.  As I smiled up at him, he freed his cock and pushed it up to my mouth.  I struggled against my restraints to reach him.  My lips strained to capture the head of his cock in my mouth.  I darted my tongue out, desperate to reach him.  He pushed up against me but still I could only suck the tip.  What a tease that was.  I wanted him deep in my mouth.  I wanted him to fuck my face but it was not to be.

He pulled away from me and went back around to the side of me.  He still had the duster in hand.  Something more than tickling was on his mind now.  His hand grabbed the collar from the back of my neck. His breath warmed my ear.  “You’re mine, you hear me? My slut. I think I’m changing my mind about the collar.  I like this a lot. Yes, I do.”  He pulled on the collar and it choked me.  His hand rubbed across my ass.  He pulled up and I felt his fingers push inside my sex.  The ache for that had been building.  My body opened to him.  I moaned and thrashed on the bench eager to push back on his hand.  He pumped me and I cried out in ecstasy. The next thing I felt was something very hard up against my tight puckered asshole.  My mind grasped at what it could be.  The handle of the duster!  He pushed it up into the tender skin of my opening and I cried out.  It bit and it felt like needles being pushed into me. Being a prop, the handle was plastic and not well polished.  The little bits of plastic from its manufacture were biting my most tender spot.  “Well, that didn’t go as planned.  We’ll try something else.”  I love that he’s creative and yet flexible when things don’t go as planned.

He checked in with me to make sure I was okay and then I heard him take a drink.  He came around and gave me some water.  He began again.  The flogger warmed me once more and then he used something new.  He made a leather strap recently and hadn’t used it fully until now.  Here is a picture of it.  It is made out of Buffalo hide and is quite stingy.

My body was warmed up, my skin must have had a blush to it because I felt warm all over my thighs, ass and back.  He kissed my ass with the strap and I cried out.  It hurt and was stingy as hell.  I squirmed but told myself to hold still.  I wanted to take it all.  I wanted him to be proud of me and I wanted to endure all I could.  I calmed my mind and let my body loosen on the bench.  When I would normally clench, I let go.  The strap kissed my ass more and more deeply.  I heard the thwacking sound fill the room.  I breathed deep and just as I was about to cry out the pain morphed into hot pleasure.  I felt myself float and the pain and warmth buoyed me up.  I wanted it all, I took it all, I moaned in the purity of the pain.  This is what I wanted, what I ached for.  As I drifted, he told me to open my legs and he strapped my outer pussy folds.  I cried out and still he came on.  The strap bit my ass and my cheeks burned.

Just as suddenly as the sub space came it went.  Even as he continued to strap my ass, it began to sting and he noticed the change in my reactions.  He stopped and untied me then.  “Stay there and catch your breath, when you’re ready, rise slowly from the bench.” As I rose, his hands steadied me.

“You knew when I left and when I came back.” I was amazed at how he knew so well my state of mind.

“Yes.” He said.  “I was surprised it didn’t last longer and that you came back so fast.”

“How long was I on the bench? It didn’t feel very long to me.”

“You were there an hour and seven minutes.” He said. I was surprised.  Even though I was only in sub space for a short time, the whole experience seemed to pass by so swiftly.  Probably because I love it all and want it all and I just want it to continue forever.  I’m a happy girl that he takes the time and wants to do such things to me.  I loved every minute.

Sexual Tension

After the party wound down, Mr. D and I went to our room.  I had been trying unsuccessfully not to nod off in the middle of the board game we were playing.  It was a fun and naughty board game but I still barely stayed awake. I climbed into bed and watched Mr. D undress.  He took one look at me and said, “You look as tired as I feel.” He hadn’t slept well the night before.

He snuggled in next to me and I curled up against him.  My tiredness was there but as soon as I had his body pressed to mine all the desire pent up from earlier in the evening came flooding back.  I wanted him.  He looked down at me while my hands caressed him.  “I’m torn baby girl.  Part of me wants to roll over and go to sleep. Another part of me wants to ravage you.”

“Well, Daddy, let me know when you make a decision.”  I chuckled.

He laughed. I could tell by the tone of his voice and his hands on me that he wasn’t going to choose sleep.  Yes, yes, yes, my heart sang. He took my hand and put it between his legs. I wrapped my hand around his cock and stroked him.  He was talking to me and my hand was feeling him expand and grow.  “Get between my legs baby girl.”  I rose and pulled off my top as he swung a leg over me. My lips and tongue caressed the head of his cock.  I love having it grow inside my mouth.  Slowly, I licked his length and filled my mouth with his entirety. I felt his bulbous head hit the back of my throat.  Every time I go down on him I try to maneuver myself and push him inside my throat.  I found some new tips online only that morning, so I tried them and got him inside more deeply than usual.

As I was trying my new tips I heard Mr. D’s voice. “Baby girl, listen to me.  I want you to use your mouth to show me how you want to be fucked tonight. Your moves will show me what you want.  Do you understand?”  With my lips still on him, I nodded. “Okay, go.”  I pulled my lips all the way from him.  Ever so slowly, I took the tip of him inside my mouth.  I swirled my tongue around just the tip like he teases me when he knows I want it deep.  Then I pushed him all the way inside to my throat.  I pulled him out then and teased the tip with aching slowness again.  First gentle and slow then hard swift plunging thrusts.  I continued to alternate these two moves.  That’s what I wanted.  The tease and the thrust.

“On your stomach.”  Every pore of my body was aching for him to be inside me.  But as I readied myself for him, I felt his hands on my ass pushing my legs wide.  He wasn’t mounting me, he was pleasuring me.  His face pushed up between my legs and I felt his wet, hot tongue and mouth on me.  As I languished in the sensations he provided I felt his teeth sink deeply into the flesh of the tender skin between my sex and my butt cheek.  It is so sensitive there and he bit hard.  I cried out in pain and passion.  I was shocked, I was marked, I was his to take.  Then, as I’m recovering, his teeth sank into the same area on the other side. He was driving me quickly insane with the bites on my most tender skin.

He flipped me over and entered me.  His biting had intensified our passions. We were so in tune, it was so erotic and we were so connected.  I had that sex drugged feeling I get when he has me completely in his control.  He had me wrap my legs around his body.  Then me gave me directions.  “I want you to keep your legs around me but relax your body.  Good.  Now when I tell you, you will squeeze my cock with your pussy and you won’t relax until I tell you.  Understand?”  I nodded. He began to move inside me and then he would tell me to squeeze.  I gripped him as tightly as I could.  “Good baby girl, that’s right.  Now relax.”  He continued to command me, directing me to squeeze then let go until I was so deep into it that I was panting and the pleasure was overwhelming me.

Finally, he asked me if I wanted his cum and I panted yes.  He filled me full and my body quivered around him uncontrolled.  My body had been sexual tension incarnate under his command.

It was intense and I felt the familiar floating sensation that takes away all my words.  As he held himself inside me I still felt my heart racing and my breathing was labored. He held me until I drifted back to earth and to him. “Tell me when you have your words again baby.” I never know what he’s going to do that will send me off into subspace.  It’s different things every time.  I didn’t think I had gone there but I just couldn’t talk right then so I must have slipped away.  Seems that is the tell tale sign for me.  All my need for speech disappears and  it is replaced with the most erotic cloud that holds me within the sphere of his desire.