She wore a skirt to work, and her slinky midnight blue lycra shirt. The one that hugs her body and shapes her curves and feels oh so smooth when grabbing her. All day long we chatted. She was a bit disappointed that the "k" to her brand was rubbing off with wear from her little shorts unde her skirt. The rest was open. I got a lot of I w..t you!'s from her.
At 3:30 I messaged to her to go check her mark. Check it NOW! Two mintes later she typed back that it was still intact.
"Where did you check it?"
"Bathroom."
"Were you alone?"
"1 person bathroom."
"Did you pull your skirt up? Or did you pull it down, Knottygirl?"
"Up."
"Such a Knottygirl!"
"I w... you!"
"Tough luck! You have to wait till 5!"
":-("
I picked her up a little early. Driving through the park I swerved the car to the side, threw it in park, turned to her. She glanced around a little unsure as to why we were stopped.
"Show me your Brand slave!"
She smiled. "Yes Master." She pulled her skirt up and showed me the Sharpie drawing of "Knottygirl" that we had fun putting on her last night.
I rubbed it. "Shame that the "K" is rubbing off."
I pulled back out on the street, keeping my hand on her thigh, stroking it.
I asked her about the fake nipple rings that we had played with the night before.
"They're kinda blah." She said.
"I was thinking maybe getting real piercings." she added.
"You mean nipple rings?"
"Well," she backtracked. "I'm not talking body altering just yet..."
I think I knew where she was going with this.
"You mean, you like the idea of having nipple rings as a Fantasy...not just a reality."
"Yeah," she said.
"What do you like about them?"
"They kinda turn me one."
"Oh?" I pressed for more details.
"I think they're sexy."
"What type do you fantasize about? A bar? A hoop?"
"No," she said. "I like the hoops with like a little bell on them."
"A bell?"
"Yeah, the ones last night that had the ball bearing sliding on the hoop were real sexy."
Yeah they were.
"But if I were to wear a one-piece speedo, would they show through?"
"Probably," I said.
I quickly added. "I think you can take them out. How often are you going to go swimming at the gym? Rarely if ever."
"True," she said.
"Besides, it's not like piercings are so outrageous anymore, all the girls have belly piercings, and even that straight laced doctor on 1st season of Survivor had a nipple piercing."
She agreed.
"They're more normal nowadays."
She let that stew in her head for a bit. Something I might look forward to in the future. I did reiterate my standing offer, and I really am not pressing her one way or another for the piercings, this is her idea fully, that if she wanted I would get a nipple pierced as well.
But damn it doesn't make me hard just typing this again!
We got home and I ordered her into the bedroom and to strip and show me her Brand. Licking her pussy I inspected her "Knottygirl". It still looked good. I qucikly worked my kisses up to her and started stroking my cock over her pussy lips.
"You wanna tie me up?" she asked.
I tied her wrists together over her head and took her. We didn't finish, but enjoyed ourselves. We threw on some clothes and proceeded to shop online for some new goodies. She still has to get something scandalous for herself to wear under her regular clothes!
Tuesday, January 31, 2006
Monday, January 30, 2006
Sharpie!!!!!
After bringing the dog in after work tonight, I came into my office to be confronted with a giggling Knottygirl. "Master has to search for it!" she said.
She had read my task that I had posted a few posts below. She had wasted no time.
I had instructed her to write her name with a permanent ink sharpie marker somewhere on her body. Since it was permanent, she would have to decide where.
I checked her back. Not there. I kissed her neck. She shivered.
I checked her chest, making extra sure that I wasn't missing anything around her breasts. She might have used invisible ink, so I linked her nipples to try and discover her inkwork. Not there!
"Turn around!" I growled. "And bend over!"
I pulled her pants down, slowly inching over her curved cheeks. Left cheek? Nothing. Right cheek? Nothing. SMACK! I gave her a playful swat. She moaned.
I yanked the pants back up.
"Face me slave!" I said.
I then inched her pants down. Her crotch? Nothing.....
I won't tell you where I did find it. The picture is all you need!!!!!!
My cock was hard, as I kissed her strongly. My god I love her! She was excited and so was I. I pulled it out and she hungrily devoured it. After a few minutes, I asked, "Do you want me to fill the name in?"
She nodded. We scampered back to the bedroom where she laid out on the bed as I added the finishing touches on "Knottygirl" while occasionally giving her clit a tender lick. Admiring our handiwork, she took me in her mouth again. Then she gave me an evil smile. "I want to mark you!"
I rolled over and she pulled out our collection of sharpies, and proceeded to lay between my legs and write on my waist: "Knottygirl's Master".
The way she was situated, her face was above my crotch, my legs were on either side of her as she colored in her inkwork. My hard cock stayed erect, brushing up against her mouth. She pretended to pay no attention to my throbbing member, only on her artwork. She breathed on in, brushed her lips against it, and each time my cock started to waver, to shrink down, she would, without taking her eyes off her handiwork, take my cock into her mouth, give me a quick teasing couple of sucks, which would bring my poor cock back up to attention against her soft warm lips and her smooth cheek.
She finally finished her inkwork, and I looked up to view it. She had added a heart to it as well. Taking the appropriate moment of refection, admiration, contemplation, and thought, I then quickly flipped her onto her back felt her pussy, which was moist and ready, and then climbed onto her and took her.
As we neared completion, I started talking about the mark.
"You like what I told you to do?"
"Yes Master!"
"It's permanent ink you know."
"Yes Master!"
"You'll have to be careful so no one can see it!"
"Oh yes Master!"
I thrust deeply into her.
"Maybe I'll make you were a short skirt to work. Then someone might see it!"
She moaned, her breath quickened.
"Then you would have to explain what Knottygirl is!"
"Oh yes Master!"
"You like that slave! You like that I marked you?"
"Oh yes!!! I like your brand Master!"
We collapsed. Spent.
We then took pictures!
Names
I can't tell you when I became excited by bondage, only that I have relayed to slave that bondage is everywhere. As a child pretty much every comic book and adventure story, tv show, movie has bondage in it. "Little Archie" and "Ritchie Rich", "Tintin" and "Asterix", they all had boys and girls tied up. Kids are bombarded with the images of tied up struggling boys and girls from an early age.
We're lying in bed and an old "Family Guy" cartoon is playing on the Cartoon Network. Baby Stewey is obsessed with the cheerleaders and at the end overpowers and ties up the head cheerleader and leaves her in the mens room for kinky Quagmire to discover. She giggled at the visual of the bound blond cheerleader and reminded me of what I had said. Yup, it's everywhere, guess I'm not such a freak after all, though I probably am!!!!
As I lay in bed tossing and turning trying to get to sleep, I started thinking. The misses has a few names now, slave, naughty girl, dirty girl, and now knottygirl. We both like "Knottygirl". It's a nice play on words, implies some deviousness.
So to slave, my Knottygirl I give you a task:
I want you to take a Sharpie pen, any color, multiple colors, and I want you to write your new name somewhere on your body, you choose where (but the naughtier locations are always better!) and when you are done, I want you to show me. I will not prompt you with this task. It's up to you do it on your own and show me. The sharpi ink will not wash off right away, so bear in mind you will have "Knottygirl" on your skin for a few days, so if it's in a spot that's visible, you might have some explaining to do to others who might so happen to see and read it.
I await your presentation of your new name!
~Master~
PS: I can't wait to see where your write it!!!!
We're lying in bed and an old "Family Guy" cartoon is playing on the Cartoon Network. Baby Stewey is obsessed with the cheerleaders and at the end overpowers and ties up the head cheerleader and leaves her in the mens room for kinky Quagmire to discover. She giggled at the visual of the bound blond cheerleader and reminded me of what I had said. Yup, it's everywhere, guess I'm not such a freak after all, though I probably am!!!!
As I lay in bed tossing and turning trying to get to sleep, I started thinking. The misses has a few names now, slave, naughty girl, dirty girl, and now knottygirl. We both like "Knottygirl". It's a nice play on words, implies some deviousness.
So to slave, my Knottygirl I give you a task:
I want you to take a Sharpie pen, any color, multiple colors, and I want you to write your new name somewhere on your body, you choose where (but the naughtier locations are always better!) and when you are done, I want you to show me. I will not prompt you with this task. It's up to you do it on your own and show me. The sharpi ink will not wash off right away, so bear in mind you will have "Knottygirl" on your skin for a few days, so if it's in a spot that's visible, you might have some explaining to do to others who might so happen to see and read it.
I await your presentation of your new name!
~Master~
PS: I can't wait to see where your write it!!!!
Sunday, January 29, 2006
Thursday, January 26, 2006
Now What????
We had some miscues. I felt frustrated. Now overly sensitive, I was hesitant with her. The Master was gone. The geek in his place. We had a miserable failure with a bondage session. I tried to get a little advanced, and although we started off excited. My cock quickly shriveled with frustration. I lost my MOJO. Was afraid I would never get it back.Finally we had a good frank talk. I have about 10 dialogues happening in my head at any given time. It's hard for me to share my feelings, because it's a bit overwhelming to do that. Half the time I don't know what I'm feeling and the rest of the time, I'm busy trying to make sense of it all. I must admit I have never had my IQ tested. I'm confident that I'm average, maybe a little higher, but who the fuck knows, I could be genius, that's my confident side speaking, or a fucking retard, that's my self doubt speaking. I do have about 8 more things speaking to me right now as I write this.
So finally we spoke. I told her my fears of hurting her, of ruining this dynamic again, of having lost this and never being able to revisit it again. We worked things out. I felt better. She felt better. We resolved the night of the safeword.
We moved back in to Master and slave. Then a few evenings later, while nibbling on her ear and back of her neck, I told her that that first evening when I had her in bondage was so damn hot that I wished that I could have taken a picture of her with the purple rope in the tortoise shell pattern on her white skin so that I could always remember it. Jerk off to it. Make it my desktop picture. Replace my collection of porn pictures that I jerk off to.
She giggled. She smoldered. She simmered. She boiled. Smoking hot. Later that evening she confessed to me that the thought of pictures of her in bondage was so hot, sexy and exciting that her lips were moist, not moist, her pants were soaked!
Technology. Digital cameras, computer, no need to leave home, no need for a developer to see the intimate shots. No embarressing moments picting up the photos from the developer. We got the camera out and rope and took some pictures. We played on photoshop for the rest of the evening, tweaking them, or what she has now fondly refered to as "Photoshopping Me!".
Sex, a natural extension after the build up was as spicy as it now has regularly become.
Safeword
The following day we did some normal errands. We went grocery shopping, picked up some stuff, rented videos, etc. The entire time, the misses constantly called me Master. My ego felt good, my dick hard and my imagination pumped into overtime.
"What do you think of this, Master?"
"Sir, I would like to get some ice cream."
"Please Master?"
"Yes Master!"
We spent the afternoon getting things cleaned up and generally lazed about. By evening she was on my lap spoon feeding her Master some ice cream. I could finally take no more of this slaves teasing and promptly grabbed her and dragged her willingly to the bedroom. Tossing her on the bed, I pulled her pants off and started rubbing her cheeks.
A few smacks later, she and I were good and warmed up. She had settled into the bed, laying on her stomach ready for some more attention. I had other ideas. remembering how she had reacted to the vibrator on her clit, I commanded her to get her vibrator form the box and bring it back to me on the bed.
She groaned. "You get it." She said.
I gave her another light smack on her ass. "Slave!" I growled. "I asked you to get it."
She dug in. "You get it."
I thought this was her testing my authority. In hindsite, I think she was just satisfied with my attention and was comfortable and didn't want to stop the session, get up and get the vibrator and then try to start again. For me, she had disobeyed a direct order. I told her so. Her attitude changed. I didn't notice it. She now had gotten stubborn.
We both have a standing arguement that the other person is the most stubborn person we have ever met. She thinks I am, but I know she's wrong, because no matter how stubborn I am, she's ten times worse.
"Well, I'll have to punish my slave, if you refuse to get the vibrator."
I wacked her a little harder.
"Ohhhh, so scared!" She taunted.
I picked up the pace and started to use a little more force.
I paused after the fourth blow to her ass.
"Is that all you got?" She again taunted me.
"I used more forced. My hand cracked with the sharp blows to her cheeks.
Two more blows, and she was quiet.
"That hurt." She said. There was no amusement in her voice.
She curled up and away from me.
The signals were all wrong, the body language was all wrong. I new right away what a mistake I had made. I hadn't read the signals.
Worst of all was that I had hurt her. After our very first bondage session, where I did the tortoise shell on her, in the afterglow of that scene, she had confided in me that she had went along with ALL of this, was that she trusted me. TRUST. I wouldn't harm her. I wouldn't cause harm to her. She would always be safe with me. I had just thrown all of that trust out of the window. Flushed it down the crapper. I had failed her. I had failed myself.
The salesman in me tried to speak and make things right. Gibberish spewing out of an idiot.
All day long we had performed our roles. She the slave, me the Master. She had called me that all day long. But was "Master" just a pet name to her? Like "Lovey", "Boo-Boo", "Sexy thing"?
Master is not a pet name. My dick does not get hard when she calls me "Boo-Boo". My dick gets hard because the word Master is a statement. I call her slave as a term of endearment, but it is used to underlie the fact that that is what she is at that moment. I have identified her as slave in my mind and that is how I'm treating her and how I expect her to act. It is a verbal que for how to act and play. That is what I expected of her when she called me Master. Call me my name, and I know we aren't playing. Call me Master, then don't expect me to let her dictate what to do.
Mixed signals, miscommunication. Hey we're learning here! I managed to calm her down, and I realized that this was when a safeword would have come in handy. We discussed this, and both agreed that she should choose a safeword so that when our signals are crossed we can end the scene immeadiately, without hurt feelings, without explanation.
Onions.
That's what she chose, that what I will honor. This seemed to content her. It was a long day, and she curled up and faded to sleep. I went to my study. I wish I could have been content as well. But I wasn't. I blamed myself. A heap of emotions flooded me. Worst of all was the feeling of failure. After that was the feeling that with that last scene, I had killed a new relationship between us before it had a chance to really start.
The following week, nothing. I was tentative, she was distant. She didn't say the word Master. I didn't call her slave.
"What do you think of this, Master?"
"Sir, I would like to get some ice cream."
"Please Master?"
"Yes Master!"
We spent the afternoon getting things cleaned up and generally lazed about. By evening she was on my lap spoon feeding her Master some ice cream. I could finally take no more of this slaves teasing and promptly grabbed her and dragged her willingly to the bedroom. Tossing her on the bed, I pulled her pants off and started rubbing her cheeks.
A few smacks later, she and I were good and warmed up. She had settled into the bed, laying on her stomach ready for some more attention. I had other ideas. remembering how she had reacted to the vibrator on her clit, I commanded her to get her vibrator form the box and bring it back to me on the bed.
She groaned. "You get it." She said.
I gave her another light smack on her ass. "Slave!" I growled. "I asked you to get it."
She dug in. "You get it."
I thought this was her testing my authority. In hindsite, I think she was just satisfied with my attention and was comfortable and didn't want to stop the session, get up and get the vibrator and then try to start again. For me, she had disobeyed a direct order. I told her so. Her attitude changed. I didn't notice it. She now had gotten stubborn.
We both have a standing arguement that the other person is the most stubborn person we have ever met. She thinks I am, but I know she's wrong, because no matter how stubborn I am, she's ten times worse.
"Well, I'll have to punish my slave, if you refuse to get the vibrator."
I wacked her a little harder.
"Ohhhh, so scared!" She taunted.
I picked up the pace and started to use a little more force.
I paused after the fourth blow to her ass.
"Is that all you got?" She again taunted me.
"I used more forced. My hand cracked with the sharp blows to her cheeks.
Two more blows, and she was quiet.
"That hurt." She said. There was no amusement in her voice.
She curled up and away from me.
The signals were all wrong, the body language was all wrong. I new right away what a mistake I had made. I hadn't read the signals.
Worst of all was that I had hurt her. After our very first bondage session, where I did the tortoise shell on her, in the afterglow of that scene, she had confided in me that she had went along with ALL of this, was that she trusted me. TRUST. I wouldn't harm her. I wouldn't cause harm to her. She would always be safe with me. I had just thrown all of that trust out of the window. Flushed it down the crapper. I had failed her. I had failed myself.
The salesman in me tried to speak and make things right. Gibberish spewing out of an idiot.
All day long we had performed our roles. She the slave, me the Master. She had called me that all day long. But was "Master" just a pet name to her? Like "Lovey", "Boo-Boo", "Sexy thing"?
Master is not a pet name. My dick does not get hard when she calls me "Boo-Boo". My dick gets hard because the word Master is a statement. I call her slave as a term of endearment, but it is used to underlie the fact that that is what she is at that moment. I have identified her as slave in my mind and that is how I'm treating her and how I expect her to act. It is a verbal que for how to act and play. That is what I expected of her when she called me Master. Call me my name, and I know we aren't playing. Call me Master, then don't expect me to let her dictate what to do.
Mixed signals, miscommunication. Hey we're learning here! I managed to calm her down, and I realized that this was when a safeword would have come in handy. We discussed this, and both agreed that she should choose a safeword so that when our signals are crossed we can end the scene immeadiately, without hurt feelings, without explanation.
Onions.
That's what she chose, that what I will honor. This seemed to content her. It was a long day, and she curled up and faded to sleep. I went to my study. I wish I could have been content as well. But I wasn't. I blamed myself. A heap of emotions flooded me. Worst of all was the feeling of failure. After that was the feeling that with that last scene, I had killed a new relationship between us before it had a chance to really start.
The following week, nothing. I was tentative, she was distant. She didn't say the word Master. I didn't call her slave.
Teased!
She had enjoyed it. She had gotten lost in it. There was a hunger in her eyes now and I returned her stares with my own consuming hunger. The whole package had happened that night, and we both had enjoyed every aspect of it. Master? Enjoyed. Slave? Enjoyed. Spanking? Enjoyed. Bondage? ENJOYED! Asking permission to cum? Priceless! Enjoyed!
Afterwards I had slowly unwound the rope weave from her slick wet body. I allowed her to come down from the high that we had just experienced. To share an extra moment. The rope forced us to take a breather, check in and make sure each of us was alright. I wouldn't be a very good Master if I didn't care about my slave.
Next time she would not get off so easily. Next time the mere asking to cum would not be enough. Slave would have to hold on till Master ALLOWS her to fall over the edge of pleasure.
The next evening found us in bed with slave on her hands and knees, ass up in the air as I gently smoother her soft creamy skin with my palm. Bending her back, the skin tightened around her cheeks and involuntarily spread them apart, revealing her sensitive areas. A sharp smack brought her back to focus. She moaned and pushed herself back into the hand that was caressing where it had just hit. A small discoloration of redness became visible and my cokc hardened at the sight. I quickly traced around her lips, checking to see if they were wet, then surprised her with a blow to her other cheek.
After I had warmed both of her cheeks to a nice red glow, I commanded slave to turn over on the bed and prepare herself for some pleasure. I was rock hard, but tonight I wanted to introduce a new aspect to our play. The tease.
Pulling out the large vibrator, I turned it on and started to rub her with it. Licking and lightly biting her sensitive large nipples, I maneuvered the vibrator all over her body, underarms included! Her breathing grew ragged when I finally rested the instrument on her pussy. I looked deeply into her eyes. She tried to return the gaze but instead stared through me, beyond me, lost in her growing, tingling pleasure.
"Play with your breasts, slave!" I growled. Instantly her hands rested on her two round mounds and she started to playfully massage them. Her breathing was quicker. I pulled the vibrator off her. My cock and I couldn't take it anymore. I had to take my slave. "You are so fucking hot!" I said. I worked myself into her sopping wet pussy. She continued to squeeze and fondle her breasts. "You are too sexy, my naughty girl!" I growled as I found a rythm that we could both escalate to. She moaned and took in a breath. Somehow she had regained her focus on me, her master. Her eyes had locked into my own. "Remember," I growled. "You must ask me for permission to cum." I gave her a serious look. She nodded hungrily. The action that she must do to give herself final please gave her an added thrill as she thought about it. She started to get close. I reminded her again. I wasn't sure that she would remember at this point of her buildup.
My pace quickend. I thrusted harder with growing excitement. I wanted to add to the already potent combination of feelings that she was having. "Pinch your nipples, slave!" I barked. Her poor nipples are too sensitive as it is. I wanted to add a little pain to her pleasure, to flood her sensations when reaching the edge. "Yes..." she breathed, then "...Master...".
She was close.
She breathed again as I thrust in. "Master," she muttered. "Can I cum?"
Her eyes tried to stay focused on mine. Now to see what type of Master I was. Coldly I growled, "No slave. Hold out."
A flash from deep inside her, only noticeable by staring into her eyes, into her soul, reflected a conflict of pleasure and frustration and surprise. She hadn't expected this. She clenched down and moaned, frustrated and surprised that I commanded her to keep control. A few more thrusts, I growled at her to continue pinching her nipples. Her breath was ragged now.
"Master, can.."
"...I..."
"...cum?"
Again I shook my head while continuing my rythm. "No slave." I added a threatening, "Don't you dare! Wait till I give you permission."
She was beside herself now. Teased to the point of loosing her mind. I was determined to make my slave experience the joys and frustrations of being on the edge but being denied.
She dug into her nipples in hopes the pain would ease the pleasure that was overwhelming her. It only added to the pleasure.
Again, this time barely intelligible. "...Master...please!...Can...I...come?"
"Yes slave!" I growled. I pushed deep into her. "Cum for me. Exploded!"
Her head rolled back.
Her fingers pinched her nipples even harder.
Her back tightened.
She lost herself. She rode the waves of pleasure, pain and frustration to bliss and satisfaction. Teased, edged, denied.
I exploded shortly after. Satisfied with her, my wife, my love, my equal, my slave.
Afterwards I had slowly unwound the rope weave from her slick wet body. I allowed her to come down from the high that we had just experienced. To share an extra moment. The rope forced us to take a breather, check in and make sure each of us was alright. I wouldn't be a very good Master if I didn't care about my slave.
Next time she would not get off so easily. Next time the mere asking to cum would not be enough. Slave would have to hold on till Master ALLOWS her to fall over the edge of pleasure.
The next evening found us in bed with slave on her hands and knees, ass up in the air as I gently smoother her soft creamy skin with my palm. Bending her back, the skin tightened around her cheeks and involuntarily spread them apart, revealing her sensitive areas. A sharp smack brought her back to focus. She moaned and pushed herself back into the hand that was caressing where it had just hit. A small discoloration of redness became visible and my cokc hardened at the sight. I quickly traced around her lips, checking to see if they were wet, then surprised her with a blow to her other cheek.
After I had warmed both of her cheeks to a nice red glow, I commanded slave to turn over on the bed and prepare herself for some pleasure. I was rock hard, but tonight I wanted to introduce a new aspect to our play. The tease.
Pulling out the large vibrator, I turned it on and started to rub her with it. Licking and lightly biting her sensitive large nipples, I maneuvered the vibrator all over her body, underarms included! Her breathing grew ragged when I finally rested the instrument on her pussy. I looked deeply into her eyes. She tried to return the gaze but instead stared through me, beyond me, lost in her growing, tingling pleasure.
"Play with your breasts, slave!" I growled. Instantly her hands rested on her two round mounds and she started to playfully massage them. Her breathing was quicker. I pulled the vibrator off her. My cock and I couldn't take it anymore. I had to take my slave. "You are so fucking hot!" I said. I worked myself into her sopping wet pussy. She continued to squeeze and fondle her breasts. "You are too sexy, my naughty girl!" I growled as I found a rythm that we could both escalate to. She moaned and took in a breath. Somehow she had regained her focus on me, her master. Her eyes had locked into my own. "Remember," I growled. "You must ask me for permission to cum." I gave her a serious look. She nodded hungrily. The action that she must do to give herself final please gave her an added thrill as she thought about it. She started to get close. I reminded her again. I wasn't sure that she would remember at this point of her buildup.
My pace quickend. I thrusted harder with growing excitement. I wanted to add to the already potent combination of feelings that she was having. "Pinch your nipples, slave!" I barked. Her poor nipples are too sensitive as it is. I wanted to add a little pain to her pleasure, to flood her sensations when reaching the edge. "Yes..." she breathed, then "...Master...".
She was close.
She breathed again as I thrust in. "Master," she muttered. "Can I cum?"
Her eyes tried to stay focused on mine. Now to see what type of Master I was. Coldly I growled, "No slave. Hold out."
A flash from deep inside her, only noticeable by staring into her eyes, into her soul, reflected a conflict of pleasure and frustration and surprise. She hadn't expected this. She clenched down and moaned, frustrated and surprised that I commanded her to keep control. A few more thrusts, I growled at her to continue pinching her nipples. Her breath was ragged now.
"Master, can.."
"...I..."
"...cum?"
Again I shook my head while continuing my rythm. "No slave." I added a threatening, "Don't you dare! Wait till I give you permission."
She was beside herself now. Teased to the point of loosing her mind. I was determined to make my slave experience the joys and frustrations of being on the edge but being denied.
She dug into her nipples in hopes the pain would ease the pleasure that was overwhelming her. It only added to the pleasure.
Again, this time barely intelligible. "...Master...please!...Can...I...come?"
"Yes slave!" I growled. I pushed deep into her. "Cum for me. Exploded!"
Her head rolled back.
Her fingers pinched her nipples even harder.
Her back tightened.
She lost herself. She rode the waves of pleasure, pain and frustration to bliss and satisfaction. Teased, edged, denied.
I exploded shortly after. Satisfied with her, my wife, my love, my equal, my slave.
ROPE!
Walking into Stormy Leather, we are immediately greeted by one of the shop girls, "Welcome to Stormy Leather, how can I torture, I mean help you?" She grinned. Trying to be bold, I put my business face on. "I need rope." I said. She looked at me and then to the misses, who though it was her idea to come here, was now quiet and feeling a bit overwhelmed with the frankness of this setting. Good Vibes, called by some as the "Martha Steward of sex stores" was completely different to the dark South of Market industrial setting of Stormy Leather. Just the smell f pungent fresh leather bombards you when you enter. The store workers, with multiple piercings and multi-hued hair were fun but straight to the point. No one who came here was just shopping for a "gag-gift" to embarrass some soon-to-be bride at a bridal shower. Shopping here meant to us that everyone in this store knew we were interested in kink. The darker side of kink, or the more imaginative side of kink!
The shop girl led us back to a rack with the bondage implements and proceeded to show us their selection of "bondage rope". I relayed the story that our rope hadn't arrived yet and we were just too anxious to play that we couldn't wait anymore for the silk rope to arrive. "Mmmmmmm silk rope..." the shop girl said. “How decadent!”
The shop girl lingered around for a few moments as we checked out the various products. I made it a point to engage in both the misses as well as the shop girl to ask questions and get opinions from both of them. I was hoping to settle my little slave down a bit. To try to get her to relax so that she could enjoy the shopping experience, rather than focus on getting the rope and getting the hell out of there.
After the shop girl left to give us some breathing room, we settled down and explored the entire shop. It had been years since we had shopped here, and they had expanded. The entire time I carried around the purple, we had chosen purple because the silk rope we ordered was also purple, bondage rope for all the other shoppers in the store to see.
Stormy is cool, but the outfits are pricey! High quality but not worth the investment until we really commit to this type of play. But the misses did show interest in the outfits. Earlier I had mentioned that one scene I want to play out with her is to command her, when we are going out somewhere, an event, a party, a dinner, to wear something scandalously sexy underneath her outfit. A leather thong, silk crotch less panties, or something to that effect. Something only she and I would know she had on, no one else would know. Then I would whisper to her all night long, asking her how her little kinky garment felt underneath her "regular" clothes. At the end of the night when we get home, I would strip off her regular clothes and then take her lovely kinky body.
I alluded to that fantasy and asked her to look around for something appropriate. She didn't find anything, but hopefully another time she will. We paid for the rope and left with the shiny all black plastic bag secured in my hand.
That night, after scanning Midori's bondage book I chose the tortoise shell bondage as my first attempt to introduce my slave into real rope bondage. I chose it because it covered her body in a diamond shaped pattern, but it didn't restrict her. Her arms and legs were free so it was more an ornamental tie. I did however tie her wrists to the sides of her hips to finish off the bondage. She had some movement in her arms, but enough to know that she was not in control.
The rope criss crossing her body, in between and around her breasts, through her crotch and across her back was lovely. The purple jumped out from the background of her white skin. She was in no discomfort. It was more a costume than bondage, but the effect to me and my cock was immediate. I eased her onto the bed and started to kiss and nibble on her. I worked my way down a then paid special attention to her. She was soon panting. Her hands were grabbing at my hair, urging me to continue. Soon she was on edge. I pulled my head up. I had to have her. I had to take my slave. I freed her hands but kept the rest tied. I mounted her and the pattern o f the rope rubbed against my chest and stomach. Quickly I churned within her soaking box. "Play with your tits, slave!" I ordered. She grabbed them and started mashing them in her hands. Time to introduce some more control over my slave. "Don't you dare come without asking me, slave." I growled. She quickly focused on me, as I plunged deeper into her. Her eyes hungry. "Understand?" I asked. She swallowed, composed herself and then stuttered, "Yes Master."
"What was that?" I said louder.
"Yes Master!" she said firmly.
We were close.
"Are you going to come yet, slave?"
"Not yet Master."
She got closer, her breathing ragged.
"Remember slave, you MUST ask permission to come!"
"Uh huh!" She nodded.
Squeezing her breasts as I pumped in and out of her, a few moments later her breathing changed pitch.
"Oh! Master! Can I come!?"
Baby steps.
The first bondage we did a few nights before, I had decided to allow her to come naturally, even though I wanted to tease her, to make her beg to come, to bring her to the edge over and over till she was made with lust. That time I wanted to reward her with allowing my to strap her hands down.
This time I wanted to introduce her having to ask her Master to come just before she does. Do I deny her?
No.
"Come for me, slave!" I cry out. We both exploded into each other.
The shop girl led us back to a rack with the bondage implements and proceeded to show us their selection of "bondage rope". I relayed the story that our rope hadn't arrived yet and we were just too anxious to play that we couldn't wait anymore for the silk rope to arrive. "Mmmmmmm silk rope..." the shop girl said. “How decadent!”
The shop girl lingered around for a few moments as we checked out the various products. I made it a point to engage in both the misses as well as the shop girl to ask questions and get opinions from both of them. I was hoping to settle my little slave down a bit. To try to get her to relax so that she could enjoy the shopping experience, rather than focus on getting the rope and getting the hell out of there.
After the shop girl left to give us some breathing room, we settled down and explored the entire shop. It had been years since we had shopped here, and they had expanded. The entire time I carried around the purple, we had chosen purple because the silk rope we ordered was also purple, bondage rope for all the other shoppers in the store to see.
Stormy is cool, but the outfits are pricey! High quality but not worth the investment until we really commit to this type of play. But the misses did show interest in the outfits. Earlier I had mentioned that one scene I want to play out with her is to command her, when we are going out somewhere, an event, a party, a dinner, to wear something scandalously sexy underneath her outfit. A leather thong, silk crotch less panties, or something to that effect. Something only she and I would know she had on, no one else would know. Then I would whisper to her all night long, asking her how her little kinky garment felt underneath her "regular" clothes. At the end of the night when we get home, I would strip off her regular clothes and then take her lovely kinky body.
I alluded to that fantasy and asked her to look around for something appropriate. She didn't find anything, but hopefully another time she will. We paid for the rope and left with the shiny all black plastic bag secured in my hand.
That night, after scanning Midori's bondage book I chose the tortoise shell bondage as my first attempt to introduce my slave into real rope bondage. I chose it because it covered her body in a diamond shaped pattern, but it didn't restrict her. Her arms and legs were free so it was more an ornamental tie. I did however tie her wrists to the sides of her hips to finish off the bondage. She had some movement in her arms, but enough to know that she was not in control.
The rope criss crossing her body, in between and around her breasts, through her crotch and across her back was lovely. The purple jumped out from the background of her white skin. She was in no discomfort. It was more a costume than bondage, but the effect to me and my cock was immediate. I eased her onto the bed and started to kiss and nibble on her. I worked my way down a then paid special attention to her. She was soon panting. Her hands were grabbing at my hair, urging me to continue. Soon she was on edge. I pulled my head up. I had to have her. I had to take my slave. I freed her hands but kept the rest tied. I mounted her and the pattern o f the rope rubbed against my chest and stomach. Quickly I churned within her soaking box. "Play with your tits, slave!" I ordered. She grabbed them and started mashing them in her hands. Time to introduce some more control over my slave. "Don't you dare come without asking me, slave." I growled. She quickly focused on me, as I plunged deeper into her. Her eyes hungry. "Understand?" I asked. She swallowed, composed herself and then stuttered, "Yes Master."
"What was that?" I said louder.
"Yes Master!" she said firmly.
We were close.
"Are you going to come yet, slave?"
"Not yet Master."
She got closer, her breathing ragged.
"Remember slave, you MUST ask permission to come!"
"Uh huh!" She nodded.
Squeezing her breasts as I pumped in and out of her, a few moments later her breathing changed pitch.
"Oh! Master! Can I come!?"
Baby steps.
The first bondage we did a few nights before, I had decided to allow her to come naturally, even though I wanted to tease her, to make her beg to come, to bring her to the edge over and over till she was made with lust. That time I wanted to reward her with allowing my to strap her hands down.
This time I wanted to introduce her having to ask her Master to come just before she does. Do I deny her?
No.
"Come for me, slave!" I cry out. We both exploded into each other.
Kicking it up a notch, shopping wise
The choice to reward the misses with release was the right thing to do. This early in our new relationship and power dynamic, I felt that by taking that away from her, even for just a moment, would have been viewed by her emotionally as selfish, even a bit cruel. Maybe I'm blowing it out of proportion. The key thing is; so far our moves and choices had been correct. Could she have received an even strong release if I had denied her a few times, teasing her till she was frothing at the mouth? Sure. But at the moment, I felt it was the wrong move to do, and if anyone knew her, inside and out, emotionally and physically, it was me. 18 years of drinking her into my life made me an expert.
Now we were thinking sex again, not just sex, but play. Play, it's something we had missed for so long. It makes a lot of difference. Early on, when I had suggested the Master/slave dynamic, she had checked to make sure that I wouldn't be commanding her to do the dishes and clean house. She doesn't, I'm the one that normally does that after much stink and fuss. I agreed. I had no interest in changing our roles in everyday life. Everyday life has been working. We get along great; it's the bedroom where we had fizzled. Relieved with this, she settled into her sexuality quickly. Calling me "Master" at moments when I didn't expect it. In public, when no one but I could hear her. Each time she said it, my dick would harden.
I was thinking back to the teasing and denial decision. The last time wasn't right, but I felt that I wanted to introduce it into our sessions soon. When? That would have to be decided when the RIGHT moment occurred.
The weekend came, and the misses was antsy to revisit Good Vibrations again. The other toys from Amazon had not shipped yet. I had promised her a return after being rushed before closing a few days earlier when we were there, so we headed back over there. It was much more crowded this time. We took our time, checking everything out more than once, finally agreeing on a few books and some toy cleaner. The book I had spotted on our first visit The Seductive Art of Japanese Bondage was still there and when I grabbed it and told her that I wanted it, we thumbed through it and she nodded that it might not be a waste of money.
We had lunch at a burrito place while we were in the neighborhood, and during our meal, the misses whispered to me if I wanted to continue our safari and go to Stormy Leather. We hadn’t been there in many, many years. Stormy, known for their fine corsets and leather and latex outfits was a new escalation from Good Vibrations. Darker, edgier, serious. A leather shop. Liking where her mind was at, I excitedly agreed. Hey Good Vibes was out of rope!
Now we were thinking sex again, not just sex, but play. Play, it's something we had missed for so long. It makes a lot of difference. Early on, when I had suggested the Master/slave dynamic, she had checked to make sure that I wouldn't be commanding her to do the dishes and clean house. She doesn't, I'm the one that normally does that after much stink and fuss. I agreed. I had no interest in changing our roles in everyday life. Everyday life has been working. We get along great; it's the bedroom where we had fizzled. Relieved with this, she settled into her sexuality quickly. Calling me "Master" at moments when I didn't expect it. In public, when no one but I could hear her. Each time she said it, my dick would harden.
I was thinking back to the teasing and denial decision. The last time wasn't right, but I felt that I wanted to introduce it into our sessions soon. When? That would have to be decided when the RIGHT moment occurred.
The weekend came, and the misses was antsy to revisit Good Vibrations again. The other toys from Amazon had not shipped yet. I had promised her a return after being rushed before closing a few days earlier when we were there, so we headed back over there. It was much more crowded this time. We took our time, checking everything out more than once, finally agreeing on a few books and some toy cleaner. The book I had spotted on our first visit The Seductive Art of Japanese Bondage was still there and when I grabbed it and told her that I wanted it, we thumbed through it and she nodded that it might not be a waste of money.
We had lunch at a burrito place while we were in the neighborhood, and during our meal, the misses whispered to me if I wanted to continue our safari and go to Stormy Leather. We hadn’t been there in many, many years. Stormy, known for their fine corsets and leather and latex outfits was a new escalation from Good Vibrations. Darker, edgier, serious. A leather shop. Liking where her mind was at, I excitedly agreed. Hey Good Vibes was out of rope!
Our First Bondage Kit
After unpacking the toys, inserting the batteries, I instructed my slave to lie back on the bed. Wrapping each wrist with the soft cuffs I proceeded to tie each cuff to the legs of the bed. Now with her hands tied and spread above her shoulders, I settled down on the bed and started slowly kissing her. I played with her nipples, and took my time working my way downwards.
"Does slave like?" I asked.
"Yes Master!" She breathed.
"Master likes too!" I replied then lowered my face down to her crotch.
She squirmed in pleasure as I licked and ate her. She tightened and moaned. She tested her bonds. One arm was secured, the other didn't quite reach the other leg to be tied off so I had tucked the trailing strap under the bed. Knowing that he hand was free is she really needed it relaxed her and allowed her to receive the pleasure I was giving her. "Take it all in, my Naughty girl!" I growled. "Master is pleased with you!"
I continued for a few more moments till she was close, then I pulled back, quickly jumped off the bed and grabbed the vibrator and applied some lube to it. She was still moaning, frustrated with my stopping abruptly, so she wasn't quite focused on what I was preparing.
I quickly got back into bed, sat at her crotch, her free legs on either side of me, and I turned the vibrator on and started rubbing her lips and clit.
Her body took on a new resonance. Her arms flailed a little still testing the bonds. Once she was ready, I inserted the vibrator into her and slowly started working it in and out of her. I started to quicken the pace. At this point, with its curve, I was sure that with the strokes I was making I was hitting her G-spot.
A quick thought occurred to me that perhaps I should bring her to the edge, and then with her tied up and helpless, I would then stop and deny her the pent up release that she was on pace to receive. This would be a moment where I, the Master, could show my control over my slave.
I quickly discarded that idea. We had tried so many new things, the roleplaying, the defined roles, the shopping for toys, the bondage, something that she had only experienced once or twice, a long time ago, and when she had, the experience wasn't too pleasant, and the vibrator, that I felt that it would be far more positive, more sharing to give her the release that was quickly building up inside her. This was a reward...no a thank you, from me to her for giving me this. In reality, this was the moment upon, reflection, that inspired me to create this blog. This was when I felt something special had happened here that I just need to record for myself.
Stroking away, I reached forward and grabbed her loose hand. Intertwining our fingers, I whispered into her ear, "Come for me slave! Come like you've never come before!"
I think she grunted out, "Yes Master." before she went over the edge. I didn't quite understand the noises coming from her mouth, but I choose to remember it as that!
"Does slave like?" I asked.
"Yes Master!" She breathed.
"Master likes too!" I replied then lowered my face down to her crotch.
She squirmed in pleasure as I licked and ate her. She tightened and moaned. She tested her bonds. One arm was secured, the other didn't quite reach the other leg to be tied off so I had tucked the trailing strap under the bed. Knowing that he hand was free is she really needed it relaxed her and allowed her to receive the pleasure I was giving her. "Take it all in, my Naughty girl!" I growled. "Master is pleased with you!"
I continued for a few more moments till she was close, then I pulled back, quickly jumped off the bed and grabbed the vibrator and applied some lube to it. She was still moaning, frustrated with my stopping abruptly, so she wasn't quite focused on what I was preparing.
I quickly got back into bed, sat at her crotch, her free legs on either side of me, and I turned the vibrator on and started rubbing her lips and clit.
Her body took on a new resonance. Her arms flailed a little still testing the bonds. Once she was ready, I inserted the vibrator into her and slowly started working it in and out of her. I started to quicken the pace. At this point, with its curve, I was sure that with the strokes I was making I was hitting her G-spot.
A quick thought occurred to me that perhaps I should bring her to the edge, and then with her tied up and helpless, I would then stop and deny her the pent up release that she was on pace to receive. This would be a moment where I, the Master, could show my control over my slave.
I quickly discarded that idea. We had tried so many new things, the roleplaying, the defined roles, the shopping for toys, the bondage, something that she had only experienced once or twice, a long time ago, and when she had, the experience wasn't too pleasant, and the vibrator, that I felt that it would be far more positive, more sharing to give her the release that was quickly building up inside her. This was a reward...no a thank you, from me to her for giving me this. In reality, this was the moment upon, reflection, that inspired me to create this blog. This was when I felt something special had happened here that I just need to record for myself.
Stroking away, I reached forward and grabbed her loose hand. Intertwining our fingers, I whispered into her ear, "Come for me slave! Come like you've never come before!"
I think she grunted out, "Yes Master." before she went over the edge. I didn't quite understand the noises coming from her mouth, but I choose to remember it as that!
Can't wait!
The week went by slowly, each day we IM'ed each other with the status of the toy delivery. Finally on Wednesday a box came. Racing home we tore it open to find the riding crop and only the riding crop.
We played around with it for a while, taking turns lightly smacking each other. Interesting, but a BIG step up from what we had been playing. It also hurt considerably more than my playful open palm. It was at this point that the misses realized that we couldn't just have all our toys laying out in the open for everyone to see. We needed a container, a box, something attractive, that matched our decor. Target here we come!
So on the way to Target, she drops a little bomb on me. "Hey, why don't we go to Good Vibrations?" Good Vibrations is a fairly well known "safeand well lit" sex toy store. I pointed out that she already spent X-amount of dollars on toys that would probably arrive in the next day or so. "Yeah," she said. "But I'm kinda in the mood to play now."
I turned the car around and we went to Good Vibrations.
Made it there 15 minutes before closing. We went in and started looking. At first, we laughed and giggled at the outrageous toys, but soon, with the closing timer ticking down, and she unwilling to leave without a trophy of some kind, we settled into some serious shopping.
With the promise of coming back soon with more time to spend looking over everything, we left with Our First Bondage Kit, and a vibrator, like I said, we were pressed for time.
As we drove to target, later finding what we needed at Pier One Imports(a nice wooden chest), and then home, we established that I wanted to be called Sir or Master while playing, she agreed and I then instructed her to come up with a name that I should call her by while in my roll as master. I told her that she had to have a name chosen by the time we got back home, or else she would get a punishment.
After a few minutes of silence, I could tell she was struggling with a name for herself. We discussed it, and she had mistakenly thought that I had asked her for a proper name rather than a term for her. I suggested something along the lines of "slave" or "naughty girl". She liked that and agreed that those were names that she would like to be called while we played. The rest of the ride home, with my dick growing rock hard, was punctuated with her calling me Master and Sir after each sentence. I returned the favor, calling her my "naughty little girl" and "slave".
"What drew your interest inside the store, slave?" "What do you want to try first when we get home, slave?" "Oh really? Such a naughty girl, aren't you?"
She shifted in her seat as I shifted gears and stroked her inside thigh. "Yes, I am your naughty slave!" she giggled. Just the conversation had us both turned on, it was like brain foreplay!
Desires made known
She didn't go running and screaming from the room.
That's good.
She thought about what I had said. I still held her from behind, both of us sitting up, me cradling her. She leaned back into me and said that it sounded good. I told her that we could take things slowly and only go as far as she was comfortable with. I told her I wasn't into scary, just passionate control. We would have fun. I then recounted a story I had read where a husband had left a string of hidden notes about the house telling his wife as she discovered each one, to slowly prepare for an evening of sexy seduction with a slice of kink.
As I went through the story, each pause I made, before I told her what the next note said, she quickly filled the pause with an "uh huh?", coming from her was a sign of keen interest and excitement. This was the only sound she could get our of her mouth without betraying her cracking voice of sexual excitement. The story ended with the wife being bound on their bed and the husband teasing her to the edge of orgasm over and over till she was frantic, then he took her and they both climaxed together.
Her shallow breathing and silence after I had finished the story told me more than her words would at that point. We kissed deeply, hungrily. After we parted lips, she told me that she enjoyed the story. That, I told her was what I was interested in.
She was too.
That's good.
She thought about what I had said. I still held her from behind, both of us sitting up, me cradling her. She leaned back into me and said that it sounded good. I told her that we could take things slowly and only go as far as she was comfortable with. I told her I wasn't into scary, just passionate control. We would have fun. I then recounted a story I had read where a husband had left a string of hidden notes about the house telling his wife as she discovered each one, to slowly prepare for an evening of sexy seduction with a slice of kink.
As I went through the story, each pause I made, before I told her what the next note said, she quickly filled the pause with an "uh huh?", coming from her was a sign of keen interest and excitement. This was the only sound she could get our of her mouth without betraying her cracking voice of sexual excitement. The story ended with the wife being bound on their bed and the husband teasing her to the edge of orgasm over and over till she was frantic, then he took her and they both climaxed together.
Her shallow breathing and silence after I had finished the story told me more than her words would at that point. We kissed deeply, hungrily. After we parted lips, she told me that she enjoyed the story. That, I told her was what I was interested in.
She was too.
Aftermath
Well we both realized a few things about that sex we had.
First off, it happened in the middle of the day-RARE!
Secondly, it was great. No really, GREAT!
Thirdly, we both had no trouble comming.
Fourthly, we starting thinking about sex all the time. We had sparked our imaginations and now everything we did together had a hint of sexuality in it. She displayed her ass to me every chance she could. I made gutteral lewd suggestions to her. I playfully would slap her ass and call her "my naughty girl".
Then about a week later, while I was playing on my computer, she came into my study and pulled out the laptop and started surfing on it in the corner chair.
She was quiet about it, but soon I got up and checked what she was looking at. Well she was shopping on Amazon.com, but what surprised me was that she was in the sex toy section.
A little history:
We had a duffel bag of sex toys that we had acquired over the years of dating, but our first year into marriage, she had urged me to throw them out. So in the cover of darkness I had gathered everything into the bag and ran out to the condo complex dumpster and tossed it in. I'm sure the scavengers had a good story to tell after going through that trash!
I wasn't sad to see it go.
We had tried a lot of things during dating.
Liquid Latex, Blindfolds, buttplugs, vibrator, edible underwear, handcuffs, porn, but things had fizzled and the toys after much neglect become nasty and filmy, something you don't want to insert or have inserted into a body.
So now she was interested in some toys. Well, we had discussed the scene that had happened, and had both intimated that we enjoyed it. She really responded to the dirty talk and the spanking. I enjoyed doing it. My mind had now been placed into overdrive where I was constantly thinking what to do next.
I guess hers was as well. She kept calling me over when she found something interesting. I would rub her crotch while she explained it to me, and would nuzzle into her neck.
$150 later she had placed the order.
What did she order?
Well she ordered a riding crop, a small vibrator, some silk rope and some other stuff as well. Seems like she was trying to tell me something.
I got the hint.
First off, it happened in the middle of the day-RARE!
Secondly, it was great. No really, GREAT!
Thirdly, we both had no trouble comming.
Fourthly, we starting thinking about sex all the time. We had sparked our imaginations and now everything we did together had a hint of sexuality in it. She displayed her ass to me every chance she could. I made gutteral lewd suggestions to her. I playfully would slap her ass and call her "my naughty girl".
Then about a week later, while I was playing on my computer, she came into my study and pulled out the laptop and started surfing on it in the corner chair.
She was quiet about it, but soon I got up and checked what she was looking at. Well she was shopping on Amazon.com, but what surprised me was that she was in the sex toy section.
A little history:
We had a duffel bag of sex toys that we had acquired over the years of dating, but our first year into marriage, she had urged me to throw them out. So in the cover of darkness I had gathered everything into the bag and ran out to the condo complex dumpster and tossed it in. I'm sure the scavengers had a good story to tell after going through that trash!
I wasn't sad to see it go.
We had tried a lot of things during dating.
Liquid Latex, Blindfolds, buttplugs, vibrator, edible underwear, handcuffs, porn, but things had fizzled and the toys after much neglect become nasty and filmy, something you don't want to insert or have inserted into a body.
So now she was interested in some toys. Well, we had discussed the scene that had happened, and had both intimated that we enjoyed it. She really responded to the dirty talk and the spanking. I enjoyed doing it. My mind had now been placed into overdrive where I was constantly thinking what to do next.
I guess hers was as well. She kept calling me over when she found something interesting. I would rub her crotch while she explained it to me, and would nuzzle into her neck.
$150 later she had placed the order.
What did she order?
Well she ordered a riding crop, a small vibrator, some silk rope and some other stuff as well. Seems like she was trying to tell me something.
I got the hint.
A New Twist...
So after the swats to her ass, and the gutteral words calling her my "dirty naughty little girl", she finished dressing, face flushed and her thoughts madly spinning in her head. We left to do errands, Home Depot, then some grocery shopping, and then the Video store. On occasion I would hug her from behind and mention a dirty thing or two into her ear, then playfully bite it and continue shopping.
By the time we were at the video store, waiting in line, I growled into her ear, while pulling her into me, "You know what I'm gonna do to you? Anything I want when we get home, cause you're MINE. I OWN your hot ass and you." I gave her ass a discrete smack and we proceeded to pay for the videos and left for home.
She couldn't keep her hands off me while I drove us home. Nor I with her. Rubbing her thighs in between shifting gears, I asked her is she was my "Naughty girl".
"Naughty girls get punished, for being naughty."
Flushed with excitement she nodded and said, "I've been bad."
Well, we made it home and she marched into the bedroom and bent over the bed waving her ass in the air. Forcefully I came up behind her and while rubbing her ass, I growled into her ear, "Naughty girls get spanked. You deserve a spanking."
I proceeded to swat her ass a few times. She responded by moaning enthusiastically. Then, continuing the game, I ordered her to take her clothes off.
She stripped quickly and I did the same(socks too!). I then ordered her to get onto the bed and assume the position.
She jumped onto the bed and assumed the doggy style position.
Rubbing her ass, I alternated between each cheek, smacking then rubbing the sting off.
"That's right," I said. "I'm giving you a spanking. You've been a naughty girl and I need to teach you a lesson."
The combination of dirty talk, forcefullness and spanking had really gotten to both of us. I was rock hard and as I reached down below her ass into her crotch, I found she was soaking wet. Rubbing her clit brought her to orgasm. Before I knew it, she had pulled me down onto the bed and was blowing me with an animal hunger and passion she hadn't displayed in quite sometime.
I continued to stroke and smack her ass, while speaking to her. This drove her even more wild and soon we were fucking away with a teenage lust that had us both exploding.
WOW.
By the time we were at the video store, waiting in line, I growled into her ear, while pulling her into me, "You know what I'm gonna do to you? Anything I want when we get home, cause you're MINE. I OWN your hot ass and you." I gave her ass a discrete smack and we proceeded to pay for the videos and left for home.
She couldn't keep her hands off me while I drove us home. Nor I with her. Rubbing her thighs in between shifting gears, I asked her is she was my "Naughty girl".
"Naughty girls get punished, for being naughty."
Flushed with excitement she nodded and said, "I've been bad."
Well, we made it home and she marched into the bedroom and bent over the bed waving her ass in the air. Forcefully I came up behind her and while rubbing her ass, I growled into her ear, "Naughty girls get spanked. You deserve a spanking."
I proceeded to swat her ass a few times. She responded by moaning enthusiastically. Then, continuing the game, I ordered her to take her clothes off.
She stripped quickly and I did the same(socks too!). I then ordered her to get onto the bed and assume the position.
She jumped onto the bed and assumed the doggy style position.
Rubbing her ass, I alternated between each cheek, smacking then rubbing the sting off.
"That's right," I said. "I'm giving you a spanking. You've been a naughty girl and I need to teach you a lesson."
The combination of dirty talk, forcefullness and spanking had really gotten to both of us. I was rock hard and as I reached down below her ass into her crotch, I found she was soaking wet. Rubbing her clit brought her to orgasm. Before I knew it, she had pulled me down onto the bed and was blowing me with an animal hunger and passion she hadn't displayed in quite sometime.
I continued to stroke and smack her ass, while speaking to her. This drove her even more wild and soon we were fucking away with a teenage lust that had us both exploding.
WOW.
A Turning Point?
So what's happening now?
Well we talk. A good thing. Our success has always been that we NEVER go to bed without resolving our issues. I've been known to talk her ears off, but in the end we compromise and work things out, and then get to sleep.
Well we've recognized that we are in a rutt. Car's fucked up. We're broke even though we have good jobs and make a shitload of money, we are "lucky" enough to own our own house in San Francisco, but the bills and student loans make sure that at the end of the month we don't have fun money to burn.
So we haven't gone on a vacation for a few years, haven't really left the area because the car's shot, and we don't really go out much either.
So one saturday morning during Christmas break, staying at home as usual, the misses was acting a little bratty and I gave her a swat on her ass. She was changing into some jeans getting ready to go to Home Depot with me to get parts to fix the broken kitchen sink. Now I've swatted her ass before, she's done the same to me. I see her ass and I just want to grab it every chance I can.
But this time, probably because I had been reading some S&M porn stories lately, I embelished the swats by growling into her ear that she was a "naughty girl" a "dirty naughtly little girl".
She seemed to like that.
A lot.
Well we talk. A good thing. Our success has always been that we NEVER go to bed without resolving our issues. I've been known to talk her ears off, but in the end we compromise and work things out, and then get to sleep.
Well we've recognized that we are in a rutt. Car's fucked up. We're broke even though we have good jobs and make a shitload of money, we are "lucky" enough to own our own house in San Francisco, but the bills and student loans make sure that at the end of the month we don't have fun money to burn.
So we haven't gone on a vacation for a few years, haven't really left the area because the car's shot, and we don't really go out much either.
So one saturday morning during Christmas break, staying at home as usual, the misses was acting a little bratty and I gave her a swat on her ass. She was changing into some jeans getting ready to go to Home Depot with me to get parts to fix the broken kitchen sink. Now I've swatted her ass before, she's done the same to me. I see her ass and I just want to grab it every chance I can.
But this time, probably because I had been reading some S&M porn stories lately, I embelished the swats by growling into her ear that she was a "naughty girl" a "dirty naughtly little girl".
She seemed to like that.
A lot.
1st Post
So what the hell am I posting for?
Well, I'm going back to school for my Masters and just found out I have to write an essay. It's been almost ten years since I really wrote anything and I gotta get back into writing shape.
Some things have been happening in my personal life and now I kinda have something to write about. Yeah, yeah, yeah, I'm writing to get "my thoughts" down, I'm taking a snapshot of my psyche in time, whatever!
So why Sir Semega?
Semega is Japanese, but I certainly am not. Hopefully through the next couple of posts I can make it clear.
Well, I'm going back to school for my Masters and just found out I have to write an essay. It's been almost ten years since I really wrote anything and I gotta get back into writing shape.
Some things have been happening in my personal life and now I kinda have something to write about. Yeah, yeah, yeah, I'm writing to get "my thoughts" down, I'm taking a snapshot of my psyche in time, whatever!
So why Sir Semega?
Semega is Japanese, but I certainly am not. Hopefully through the next couple of posts I can make it clear.
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