I am breathless with the thought of you. Despite the cool air vent on the flight, I am feverish. You are not physically near but I can feel the power of your grip on my delicate throat nonetheless. I swallow hard and encourage my body to relax and imagine you consuming me.
Behind closed lids, I see and feel your dark eyes penetrate me. Your heavy voice whispers in my head over the roar of the engines.
Anticipation fills me. I am overdue for your discipline. I await your touch.
My nipples stiffen at an imagine pinch.
A spank.
A bite.
Anything Sir.
I long to be the object of your attention. My pussy aches to feel your full cock recapture me.
I rush home to you.
And whatever you desire of me, Sir.
Friday, November 6, 2009
Sunday, August 23, 2009
Silhouette
I lay wearily in the bed. I am exhausted body and soul from a week of too much change. However, we somehow have the house to ourselves on a Friday night. I'm so tired that all I want to do is find the sweet escape of sleep.
I feel the weight of your body on the bed announcing your presence and I am comforted. I soon feel your skin press against me and your warm breathe against the back of my neck.
“Pleasure me”
My mind reels. I want to move. I can’t move. I know that I need to obey but can not find the energy within.
“I’m waiting.” Your voice grows slightly darker and I try to explain.
“Sir, I, I….I’m so tired.” I’m almost crying. Already. I hate to fail you but I can’t find it in me. Life has worn me out this week. I'm tender in every way.
Wrong answer.
“You will obey me.”
You pull me up and out of the bed quickly. Dragging me over a single knee hastily, I scarcely know how I got here before you start.
After a few severe strokes, I am crying. I was close to tears already and now they spill out. You continue spanking me between harsh pinches along my thighs and breasts.
You pause. I try to catch my breathe.
You lean in closer and whisper, “You WILL obey me.”
Looking up, I see our reflection. The light in the hall is on with our bedroom lights off. We like the light in the mornings and so the blinds are up. The glass is a good reflector.
I see you, your silhouette leaning into me. My long hair hanging down.
You fiercely carry on with the punishment. My cheek presses against your arm and tears flow freely and continuously down my face and onto your skin. My eyes remain open though. I cannot look away from our image in the window.
I am hypnotized. The clear lines of our shapes burn into my brain. Throughout the spanking, I know that I will remember this view. Forever.
You repeat your demand, “Pleasure me”.
Tangling your fingers roughly in my hair, you push me down to my knees. I quickly take your hard cock in my mouth and work to satisfy you. I am soothed.
Your pinching continues on my arms, my breasts…testing me. I have failed. I am determined not to now.
Controlling my breathing, I work to please you as best I can. Tears still stream down my face as my tongue presses and pulses against the sensitive underside of your cock. I am rewarded with your moans.
Picking me up, you stand and thrust me face down on the bed. You quickly enter my weeping pussy. There is but one stern command for me now.
“You will NOT come.”
My head spins as my body shudders with your ferocious need. I revel in the knowledge that I have obeyed.
I obey you now, Sir.
I will always obey you, Sir.
I feel the weight of your body on the bed announcing your presence and I am comforted. I soon feel your skin press against me and your warm breathe against the back of my neck.
“Pleasure me”
My mind reels. I want to move. I can’t move. I know that I need to obey but can not find the energy within.
“I’m waiting.” Your voice grows slightly darker and I try to explain.
“Sir, I, I….I’m so tired.” I’m almost crying. Already. I hate to fail you but I can’t find it in me. Life has worn me out this week. I'm tender in every way.
Wrong answer.
“You will obey me.”
You pull me up and out of the bed quickly. Dragging me over a single knee hastily, I scarcely know how I got here before you start.
After a few severe strokes, I am crying. I was close to tears already and now they spill out. You continue spanking me between harsh pinches along my thighs and breasts.
You pause. I try to catch my breathe.
You lean in closer and whisper, “You WILL obey me.”
Looking up, I see our reflection. The light in the hall is on with our bedroom lights off. We like the light in the mornings and so the blinds are up. The glass is a good reflector.
I see you, your silhouette leaning into me. My long hair hanging down.
You fiercely carry on with the punishment. My cheek presses against your arm and tears flow freely and continuously down my face and onto your skin. My eyes remain open though. I cannot look away from our image in the window.
I am hypnotized. The clear lines of our shapes burn into my brain. Throughout the spanking, I know that I will remember this view. Forever.
You repeat your demand, “Pleasure me”.
Tangling your fingers roughly in my hair, you push me down to my knees. I quickly take your hard cock in my mouth and work to satisfy you. I am soothed.
Your pinching continues on my arms, my breasts…testing me. I have failed. I am determined not to now.
Controlling my breathing, I work to please you as best I can. Tears still stream down my face as my tongue presses and pulses against the sensitive underside of your cock. I am rewarded with your moans.
Picking me up, you stand and thrust me face down on the bed. You quickly enter my weeping pussy. There is but one stern command for me now.
“You will NOT come.”
My head spins as my body shudders with your ferocious need. I revel in the knowledge that I have obeyed.
I obey you now, Sir.
I will always obey you, Sir.
Friday, July 24, 2009
Friday, May 15, 2009
Pull
Pulling me along, I follow you into the house. After a week away, I eagerly follow you. I've been dreaming of the moment to show my adoration. Imagining your smell, your touch. Without I word, I follow you up the stairs to the place you've stop. I drop to my knees wanting to pull you, my Master, into my mouth. To show you how much I've missed you. How much I want to please you.
I hesitate, waiting for permission. It won't do for me to presume. I glance up at you, locking your eyes with mine. Your smile tells me that you are pleased but then, I am surprised when you quickly grab my hair and pull me up. The tug on my hair is painful but I feel my body response dually. I stand to get the pain to stop while feeling my pussy pulse with excitement. I catch my breathe while struggling to stay still and listen for your word.
"Off. Everything off." you sternly command.
You don't let go of my hair as I attempt to quickly disrobe while minimizing the pull on my hair. The cloth from your clothes feels foreign as I brush against you. I need to feel your skin on mine.
I've barely finished as you pull me along by my hair towards the bench. The furniture you made just for me. Just for us. I know this will be a long session. I would sigh with relief if I could think. You have obliterated all logical thought from my head.
I climb onto the bench, facing down with my elbows and knees supported on the shelfs. You make quick work of the ropes to hold me in place. Resting my cheek on the bench, I feel surprisingly relaxed as I await my fate. It is temporary.
While you disrobe, I feel a breeze on my pussy lips. I am exposed and I'm sure you will see my need plainly. I both fear and desire you to feel how damp I've gotten in such a short time. I sigh with relief as you brush your skin against mine. A rush of heat overcomes me.
You stand in front of me and I obediently part my lips to take you. As you push inside my mouth, you pull my head towards you with a tug on my hair. You tangle your fingers in my long blonde locks giving me the sensation I crave. Breathing deeply through my nose, I am engulfed with your scent. I am transported to a place where only your cock and my mouth exist and I am ravaged with desire. 'Please, sir. Don't stop.' is what I would beg if I could. I am content to communicate that another way for now.
I struggle to keep up with you and press my strong tongue against the sensitive spot I know will give you pleasure. I am rewarded with a moan and fervently continue.
Suddenly, you pull away leaving me wanting. Quietly I wait as you return and from the side, whisper sweetly in my ear.
"Open."
I feel myself pause and then quickly respond to your demand. You push the ball into my mouth far enough that I can't cheat by unintentionally pushing against it with my tongue. I am compelled to breathe through my nose which automatically forces me to relax. I feel my eyes water as I feel another method of influence removed from me. I am wholly under your control. I feel safe and anxious at the same time.
The first strike on my ass takes my breathe away. And all the thinking going on in my head. I am grateful for your ability to take me out of my head and into the physical space around me. There will be no warmup tonight. You continue and I feel the heat rising to meet your hand. A slight pause allows me to catch my breathe when you start again with the paddle. The sting is searing. To think that I didn't feel that the paddle was big enough to get my attention. My pussy weeps as you strike my thighs. I blush knowing that you can see my desire.
You stop momentarily to stroke my face, brushing the hair from my eyes. You smile and I know I please you.
Your statement, "Good girl", brings another blush from me as I realize that I respond to this. I don't know why but I am more enflamed with your encouraging words. My whole body blushes and shakes in response. I have no secrets from you.
You run your fingernails over the heated flesh of my ass and I moan helplessly. More strikes with the paddle and I am beyond myself. I have no earthly presence except the need between my legs.
I sigh with gratitude when you press you cock against my lips. Feeling you sliding inside me with ease, I am complete.
You pull out and push against my ass. My pussy as provided enough lubrication for you to push inside without difficultly. I strain at my ropes and push against you, forcing more of you inside me. I am ravenous for your cock. 'Please take me", I want to scream. You know what I am saying without words and you pull me against your hips.
Repeated thrusts bring me closer to climax and I feel you swell inside.
"You will not come. You will allow me to pleasure myself with you without coming."
I thrash and protest behind the gag but will not come without your permission. You have amazing stamina and I feel myself straining to prevent an orgasm. You find your voice and announce your completion as I feel it inside me. It takes all I have to not come myself but the enjoyment of feeling yours without mine is immense.
I am whole and complete as the instrument of your pleasure.
I wait for my time, as I know my generous and giving Master will reward me another time for my obedience.
I am patient for you, Sir.
I hesitate, waiting for permission. It won't do for me to presume. I glance up at you, locking your eyes with mine. Your smile tells me that you are pleased but then, I am surprised when you quickly grab my hair and pull me up. The tug on my hair is painful but I feel my body response dually. I stand to get the pain to stop while feeling my pussy pulse with excitement. I catch my breathe while struggling to stay still and listen for your word.
"Off. Everything off." you sternly command.
You don't let go of my hair as I attempt to quickly disrobe while minimizing the pull on my hair. The cloth from your clothes feels foreign as I brush against you. I need to feel your skin on mine.
I've barely finished as you pull me along by my hair towards the bench. The furniture you made just for me. Just for us. I know this will be a long session. I would sigh with relief if I could think. You have obliterated all logical thought from my head.
I climb onto the bench, facing down with my elbows and knees supported on the shelfs. You make quick work of the ropes to hold me in place. Resting my cheek on the bench, I feel surprisingly relaxed as I await my fate. It is temporary.
While you disrobe, I feel a breeze on my pussy lips. I am exposed and I'm sure you will see my need plainly. I both fear and desire you to feel how damp I've gotten in such a short time. I sigh with relief as you brush your skin against mine. A rush of heat overcomes me.
You stand in front of me and I obediently part my lips to take you. As you push inside my mouth, you pull my head towards you with a tug on my hair. You tangle your fingers in my long blonde locks giving me the sensation I crave. Breathing deeply through my nose, I am engulfed with your scent. I am transported to a place where only your cock and my mouth exist and I am ravaged with desire. 'Please, sir. Don't stop.' is what I would beg if I could. I am content to communicate that another way for now.
I struggle to keep up with you and press my strong tongue against the sensitive spot I know will give you pleasure. I am rewarded with a moan and fervently continue.
Suddenly, you pull away leaving me wanting. Quietly I wait as you return and from the side, whisper sweetly in my ear.
"Open."
I feel myself pause and then quickly respond to your demand. You push the ball into my mouth far enough that I can't cheat by unintentionally pushing against it with my tongue. I am compelled to breathe through my nose which automatically forces me to relax. I feel my eyes water as I feel another method of influence removed from me. I am wholly under your control. I feel safe and anxious at the same time.
The first strike on my ass takes my breathe away. And all the thinking going on in my head. I am grateful for your ability to take me out of my head and into the physical space around me. There will be no warmup tonight. You continue and I feel the heat rising to meet your hand. A slight pause allows me to catch my breathe when you start again with the paddle. The sting is searing. To think that I didn't feel that the paddle was big enough to get my attention. My pussy weeps as you strike my thighs. I blush knowing that you can see my desire.
You stop momentarily to stroke my face, brushing the hair from my eyes. You smile and I know I please you.
Your statement, "Good girl", brings another blush from me as I realize that I respond to this. I don't know why but I am more enflamed with your encouraging words. My whole body blushes and shakes in response. I have no secrets from you.
You run your fingernails over the heated flesh of my ass and I moan helplessly. More strikes with the paddle and I am beyond myself. I have no earthly presence except the need between my legs.
I sigh with gratitude when you press you cock against my lips. Feeling you sliding inside me with ease, I am complete.
You pull out and push against my ass. My pussy as provided enough lubrication for you to push inside without difficultly. I strain at my ropes and push against you, forcing more of you inside me. I am ravenous for your cock. 'Please take me", I want to scream. You know what I am saying without words and you pull me against your hips.
Repeated thrusts bring me closer to climax and I feel you swell inside.
"You will not come. You will allow me to pleasure myself with you without coming."
I thrash and protest behind the gag but will not come without your permission. You have amazing stamina and I feel myself straining to prevent an orgasm. You find your voice and announce your completion as I feel it inside me. It takes all I have to not come myself but the enjoyment of feeling yours without mine is immense.
I am whole and complete as the instrument of your pleasure.
I wait for my time, as I know my generous and giving Master will reward me another time for my obedience.
I am patient for you, Sir.
Thursday, May 14, 2009
Just a few days....
I'm gone again from my Master for several days. I am longing for him.
• His blush-inspiring glance.
• His gentle touch teasing my nipple while I squirm for a firmer pinch.
• Feeling my pussy weep with need as his mouth possesses me.
• Feeling the emptiness inside me as he caresses and strokes.
• The touch that only he can share that launches me into flying.
Only a couple days (and nights left).
Sir
• His blush-inspiring glance.
• His gentle touch teasing my nipple while I squirm for a firmer pinch.
• Feeling my pussy weep with need as his mouth possesses me.
• Feeling the emptiness inside me as he caresses and strokes.
• The touch that only he can share that launches me into flying.
Only a couple days (and nights left).
Sir
Wednesday, May 6, 2009
Distractions
Sometimes life puts distractions in your way: kids, family, running a business, buying groceries, etc. You name it, it can fill your days up, wear you out and leave you with nothing left for yourself. Or for your other self. The self that secretly craves the thrill of knowing you will be punished for doing something right.
My Master and I have had one such month. And while we both missed the prolonged play sessions we regularly enjoy, life didn't allow for one this month. A quick pinch or nibble here and there seemed to be the most we could manage. Even a short play session seemed unobtainable. Until this morning.
It is a weekday but since we both work from home, we sometimes have the advantage of being able to sleep in a bit longer. A groggy snuggle results in a kiss. I love to feel your cock pressing against my ass in the mornings...the promise of your cock inside me. If I'm lucky.
I wiggle against you and we tussle a bit. Hugging. Kissing. Enjoying each other. You sit up and pull me onto your lap. Your kiss includes a bite on my lower lip. A bite that makes my eyes water and my pussy clench. Still trapped by your teeth, I feel your hand wander onto my bare ass, I sense a change in your body as you consider the possibility.
You quickly turn me over onto your knee, moving me so my ass is exposed. I have missed this. You have missed this. The first few slaps don't connect well but then you find the spots. And your rhythm. I squirm and moan. I have forgotten the intense sting of a repeated spanking. You select a spot and focus a few slaps there. It is almost too much. I yell and kick my feet. And yet, I can feel my pussy dripping onto my thighs. You find another location to push my limits and test me. You reach beneath me, find a nipple and squeeze. Another strike to the same location and I scream. Simultaneously, I wish for you to stop while wanting more. You know this and continue striking the tender spots and making them more so.
Please, please, never stop, sir.
But you do stop. Dragging me out of the bed and to the shower. Resting your foot on the edge, you once again drape me over your knee and continue the spanking. With the addition of water, the sting is intensified. I hold onto you tightly and try to keep still so your hand can find it's target with accuracy. I scream louder and toss my head when I can't contain the energy.
Slipping into my pussy with your fingers, you find what you expect. "You are very wet", you state with smug satisfaction. "Yes, sir", I reply with a blush. Removing your hand, you surprise me and push your fingers inside my ass. I moan as you continue the spanking while teasing me. I can feel the edge of orgasm approaching. With your fingers still my my ass, you pull my pussy onto your cock and we both gasp with relief. We are both close but I am not to come without permission. You consume me and as I start to come apart you command me and, seemingly, yourself. "Come!"
Things are as they should be again.
With the right distractions.
Sir
My Master and I have had one such month. And while we both missed the prolonged play sessions we regularly enjoy, life didn't allow for one this month. A quick pinch or nibble here and there seemed to be the most we could manage. Even a short play session seemed unobtainable. Until this morning.
It is a weekday but since we both work from home, we sometimes have the advantage of being able to sleep in a bit longer. A groggy snuggle results in a kiss. I love to feel your cock pressing against my ass in the mornings...the promise of your cock inside me. If I'm lucky.
I wiggle against you and we tussle a bit. Hugging. Kissing. Enjoying each other. You sit up and pull me onto your lap. Your kiss includes a bite on my lower lip. A bite that makes my eyes water and my pussy clench. Still trapped by your teeth, I feel your hand wander onto my bare ass, I sense a change in your body as you consider the possibility.
You quickly turn me over onto your knee, moving me so my ass is exposed. I have missed this. You have missed this. The first few slaps don't connect well but then you find the spots. And your rhythm. I squirm and moan. I have forgotten the intense sting of a repeated spanking. You select a spot and focus a few slaps there. It is almost too much. I yell and kick my feet. And yet, I can feel my pussy dripping onto my thighs. You find another location to push my limits and test me. You reach beneath me, find a nipple and squeeze. Another strike to the same location and I scream. Simultaneously, I wish for you to stop while wanting more. You know this and continue striking the tender spots and making them more so.
Please, please, never stop, sir.
But you do stop. Dragging me out of the bed and to the shower. Resting your foot on the edge, you once again drape me over your knee and continue the spanking. With the addition of water, the sting is intensified. I hold onto you tightly and try to keep still so your hand can find it's target with accuracy. I scream louder and toss my head when I can't contain the energy.
Slipping into my pussy with your fingers, you find what you expect. "You are very wet", you state with smug satisfaction. "Yes, sir", I reply with a blush. Removing your hand, you surprise me and push your fingers inside my ass. I moan as you continue the spanking while teasing me. I can feel the edge of orgasm approaching. With your fingers still my my ass, you pull my pussy onto your cock and we both gasp with relief. We are both close but I am not to come without permission. You consume me and as I start to come apart you command me and, seemingly, yourself. "Come!"
Things are as they should be again.
With the right distractions.
Sir
Monday, March 30, 2009
Slipping...
It's been three weeks since I've been with my Master. This last week was a very intense week as far as work was concerned and I was worn out on a daily basis for 5 days. I was so exhausted by Friday, all I could do all weekend was recover. I was out-of-town and spent the weekend with my father which was good to recharge. However, in speaking with my Master on Sunday night, I realized and mentioned that I hadn't felt very submissive in a week. My last posting was as close as I had gotten in 7 days.
His response was simple. "It has been too long since you felt me."
True. The verbal dominance with his voice is good over the phone but requires more effort on both our parts. iChat is so much better. iChat at least provides some opportunity for me to feel and see his power. His darkening eyes or sly grin instantly has my attention. We didn't have that method to connect last week and I feel myself slipping in my obedience.
I need to smell his skin, feel powerful fingers pulling my nipples, warm breathe tickling my neck next to my collar and the surrender of my whole body to him.
Soon, sir, soon.
Only 7 days.
Meanwhile, I am still yours.
Sir
His response was simple. "It has been too long since you felt me."
True. The verbal dominance with his voice is good over the phone but requires more effort on both our parts. iChat is so much better. iChat at least provides some opportunity for me to feel and see his power. His darkening eyes or sly grin instantly has my attention. We didn't have that method to connect last week and I feel myself slipping in my obedience.
I need to smell his skin, feel powerful fingers pulling my nipples, warm breathe tickling my neck next to my collar and the surrender of my whole body to him.
Soon, sir, soon.
Only 7 days.
Meanwhile, I am still yours.
Sir
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