Shopping!

I HATE shopping. Despise it. Oh god the worst and most difficult thing to get me to do is go anywhere and look at clothes, accessories, furniture, cars, etc. I just don't care. Clean, functional, fine! It's perfect, let's get it and move on. Shoes? Do they fit comfortably? Alright, let's get 'em. Clothes, hell those can be baggy, don't. care.

I have had this outlook on shopping my entire life. Even when said shopping was for video games and such, I usually knew what I wanted before I even left the house and if not I could figure it out in 10 minutes. I'll admit, I'm dork and nerd enough I can spend some time looking around card huts and cosplay shacks, and especially the occasional Asian sword and clothing store. Generally though, I don't like to shop.

So last afternoon Master gets me online and we go shopping. Except I'm interested before we even start. Because this shopping, this particular variety, it is for all things non-vanilla. Now, I know some of what was bought, I might even be able to say I know half of what was bought. What I do know for sure is that as a thinly veiled belated birthday gift to me, Master dropped a hefty chunk of change. Granted, he's going to get just as much enjoyment out of this box o' goodies as I am, but still >.> I'm really excited to try some of this stuff out - or rather - have it tried out on me, and I'm well, flattered honestly. ^_^;

But now all I have to keep my mind occupied is what kind of trouble am I going to be in when we have our romp in a few weeks? What variety, what position, what magnitude? And for all that the rest of that stuff matters am I even going to be able to remember it??? Master has made me cum from his words for god's sake I'm almost afraid what he can do with accessories at hand!

I'm sure whatever happens it will be awesome. At the very least I'll be one deliriously happy cum-covered pet, and my Master will be quite proud of me <3

Auditorily

I don't know how to start this post, other than to say I can close my eyes and remember the conversation I had last night with my Master. I can see the texts, I can hear the words, his tone, inflection, rhythm. I can feel the same shiver run up my back, and the same tingle between my thighs. I can feel the warmth of being turned on physically slip against my skin. I can imagine the nigh imperceptible touch, the feel of warm breath against my neck - wanting, nearly interrupting, to beg for those passionate lips to press against the tender flesh that shivers from the whispers in my ear.

I can remember my knees shaking, nearly dropping my phone. Clenching my fists and curling my toes inside metatarsal boots, wondering if my stride was as shaky as it felt. The pleasure, the elation, the dizziness, the pounding heart, the fear as those sensations rushed up and gathered around me from all sides!

And then the order. The calm, demanding, undeniable tone that wraps me around his finger, that makes me want to do whatever I can to hear it more, to obey, to bend, to beg. The wash of pleasure that seeped through my body, even as I fought to hold back, fearful of being overheard, the gasp and whimper and the wonderful release of cumming to his voice.

I didn't believe, when he first brought up the topic of conditioning someone to orgasm on command, that such a thing was truly possible. I still don't think it could happen clear out of the blue (at least not as far as I'm concerned, I mean, I'm twisted and horny, but it's not That Bad), but I don't doubt that he could work me up to it. I've complained to my Master that I feel our relationship is one sided, that he holds all the cards in this coupling, and that I am left helpless and at his mercy. (Decidedly not complaining.) However, after having the rest of my shift at work to really think about it, perhaps this relationship is more balanced than I understand. Since maybe, just Maaaybe, I drive him to new limits and ideas just as much as he does me.

Even if I give myself too much credit in this regard, I'm glad that he is my Master, and grateful that I am his pet <3 Never in my life have I been happier, nor have I been so sated in my desires for things both kinky and not.

-:- Punishment -:-

 First short story of many ^_^ This one was a little harder to write than usual, I had let Master decide the tone and then my mind, for some reason, decided to revolt against me, and wanted to write something different. I probably could have either said something or just wrote whatever I wanted, but I decided to trudge it out a bit and see what would happen.

Stories can vary from fantasies, to fantasy, to impossible. Generally, they're just ideas I have that come to more detailed enough I can translate them into story form.

She squirmed, she tugged, she moaned even as the over sized ball gag muffled her sounds. The “horse” was nothing more than knock off pommel horse often used in gymnastics, except the top handles were removed and various restraints were added to the underside of it. She'd been tied to it for some time and left to squirm and wonder while her Master fetched whatever he needed. Her jaw was already aching a bit from the gag, unsurprising given its size, and even though she knew she was in this predicament as punishment – her situation was still turning her on.

Her slit was wet, the feel of the horse against her clit as she shivered, the burn of the rope tight against her flesh even as she pulled against it. She didn't hear his return – not that that was surprising anymore, he walked more softly than anyone else she knew. She jumped considerably as his fingers traced lightly across her skin, following the curve of her ass and up along her lower back.

Her moans changed tone as she she shivered from his touch. His fingers lit the nerves in her, warmed her, made her want more, and he didn't even have to try. The quiet chuckle unnerved her, and her face was bright red as she turned at looked at him. The looped tip of the crop slipped down the side of her face gently. She rested one side of her face against the horse, looking up enough to keep her eyes on him as her shoulders rolled down into back until she managed to push her ass up into the air – even bound as she was.

“Offering your ass, my pet? A wise choice perhaps,” he muses, running his fingers down her spine, feeling her body shiver under the tips of his fingers. Her hands close into fists, the crop follows the lines his fingers traced, slowly and lightly drifting down her spine, making it hard for her to keep her ass in the air. A pleasurable moan slipped out from between her lips as the looped end danced alone the curve of her ass.

The sound of the air being cut didn't fully register until the sensation of the crop licked across her thighs right were the turn of her ass ended. Her muffled cry was a mix of pleasure and pain, surprise and fear. Her ass pushed higher only because her bound body arched against the horse and it had no where else to go.

After the initial sting faded slightly, and her cry slipped into shivering whimpers, the sound of the crop slicing through the air filled her ears. The sharp lick of the crop rained on her skin, never quite hitting the same place twice, covering her ass, her thighs, her back and shoulders. Writhing, tugging, gasping and moaning - “no”s and grunts of pain as she accepts the punishment with as little complaint as she could. Sounds of pleasure slipping out between the sounds of creaking ropes and kissing crop strikes.

After a few long minutes the strikes slowed, she could hear her Master's breath coming in heavy waves. The cool air against her hot skin felt good, and for a moment she worried it felt too good as the slickness of her enjoyment slipped down her thighs. Her hopes of such a reaction going unnoticed was shattered as his fingers slipped along her slit, slipping inside her sopping wet pussy slowly.

The feeling of his fingers insides her made her moan and squirm, though she tried to stay still as her slowly pushed in deeper. Her face flushed red, even over her own muffled moans she could hear how wet she was as his fingers pushed in. She could squirm, but she couldn't move enough to escape the sensation as his thumb teased her clit lightly. Her body jerked at the sudden pleasure, and she cried out into the gag.

“Such a slutty little pet,” he purred.

His fingers moved and pushed into her, bringing her body to a frenzied edge. He knew her well, her curves, her moves, the change in pitch in her voice as she neared an orgasm she didn't have the strength or will to fight against. Her hips moved back into him, wanting the edge she was riding to spill over, not caring or forgetting that this wasn't a reward.

Pulling his hand free, he smacked her ass – the wetness of her cunt adding to the sting of the smack. The high pitched squeal was followed by a sad little whimper, the sound of ropes creaking as she shook her hips, begging to be fucked right then and there.

“Oh no, little pet,” he leaned down and kissed her forehead gently. “There's not going to be any release for you today.”

Holding her head by her hair he ran his cock against the ball gag. “Such a difficult pet to punish. So many things my needy lil' whore enjoys.”

Holding her hair, keeping her head turned so she could watch as he jerked himself off in front of her. The lines of hot cum fell to the floor as his pleasure spilled out before her. Breathing a little heavily he knelt down, kissing the gag before patting her head and walking out of her field of vision.

“Sleep well, pet.”

@ Work redux!

Into work I went, rotor in my pants, control tucked into my waist band, trying very much so to hide the simple fact that I was walking into a factory filled with men with a battery operated sex toy. Under Master's orders though... the slight fear at being caught was overpowered by the curiosity.

Ground rules were laid down before hand (I work with heavy, sharp, somewhat unruly objects), and the point was to see what happened, not see how fast we could land me at the hospital.

My work clothes are a bit baggy for me, and so I couldn't really keep the rotor against my clit, or against anything really. So, wandering into the bathroom before work got started, I slipped it up and inside. This really only worked partially, I was already so wet there wasn't much I could about the fact that the rotor did not stay as deep as I would've liked.

As I moved, as I turned it off and on in the intervals my Master commanded, the rotor shifted. Not quite inside, not completely out, but certainly the buzzing toy felt good. It wasn't as much of a distraction as I had feared it would be, I was able to focus on my job quite well. Well, so long as I stayed in pretty much the same place. Walking send weird pulsing vibrations through my thighs, and the cord (So want a cordless rotor now...) was the only thing that would tease my clit - randomly.

Randomly, and without bloody warning.

I never came - of course, I was trying NOT to because I wanted him to hear it -^^- - but it made the night go by easier. It would've been a stressful night, my usual collection of coworkers weren't all there, and that usually strains the entire evening. However, I really didn't give a hooey about a whole lot of stuff, and it let me take the night in stride.

Interestingly enough the sensations in my pants were strongest when I turned the rotor off for a time, and not so much while it was buzzing away. My pussy would throb against it when it stopped moving, I could feel my heart beat in my thighs. This is was totally unexpected for me (No real idea what Master thought was going to happen <3 ). The best/worst part was putting the rotor away for about the last three hours of my shift - Even with it OUT of my pants I could feel it there, whirring softly. It was like the rotor of Christmas' past was in my panties enjoying itself immensely.

It's only now, almost 2 hours after my shift, that my body's starting to settle down. Of course, even as I type that my own rolling wandering thoughts are settling on things I'm looking forward to, and the shiver returns. One day I might figure out how he has such an effect on me, and I might even be lucky enough to affect him as strongly.

@ Work

I can orgasm quietly.

I know this. I've tested this, in a manner of speaking, every time I've ever needed to release "tension". I've been successful at it for YEARS.

Last night, however, at about 3:10am, I was the opposite of successful. I was, shall we say, UNsuccessful. For the first time my Master ordered me to cum at work - and mostly because I'd admitted to being horribly horny - and I was more than happy to obey.

I don't know why, and that's not the important part anyway, but every time it's because of him, however he decides it, it's so much stronger. And by it, I mean my orgasm.

Before now I never really subscribed to the notion of there being Levels of climax. You know, you either did or you didn't cum. Orgasms feel Good, Great even, having one in and of itself is awesome. You can't ever really complain.

Except now I can. I can complain. Making myself cum - well, it does the job, don't misunderstand me - it's okay. Being on the phone with Master, knowing he'll hear it if I leave a message, denying myself on his order and then screaming pleasure for him into the air. Those are the orgasms that leave my heart racing, my legs shake, my fingers and toes are all tingly, I'm panting leading up to it and coming down from it. I love every second of it.

If I thought I was addicted to sex before now, I may have an addiction to my Master now. ^^;

List 1 of many

15 of The Things I Want to Experience (In no particular order (and not all solely bdsm)) :

Note: I could say “Tie me up with rope and play with me for a few hours”, but let's be honest – this is less than helpful because there's just SO many variations. At the same time I could fill this list with nothing but variations. Here's hoping for a nice balance =D

1. Replace the femDom with a maleDom In this image and you have what is easily one of my longest standing fantasies. Oh the things you could with this situation...

2. The only other fantasy to have been around as the one listed before this is to essentially have my arms secured in some manner, be blindfolded and handed off and passed around to a group of people. There's a thrill about being touched, teased, and pleased and having no clue by whom. To be slowly (or quickly) worked into a shivering, trembling, begging, frenzy, dying for the kind of release that only a trusted dom can give a needy little sub.

3. There are a lot of variations that you can do with this . And not just all the different style of horses out there, but how you're tied to it, and with what. So many toys, so many delightful combinations, and a nice position for a worn out pet to be in – no need to worry about keeping your feet while Master plays

4. Hog tied – This is more one of those things that goes hand in hand with other things, but even on it's own I still want to know what it feels like.

5. Frog tied – Similar, obviously, to being hog tied, this one has a bit more specifics to it in that there's two things I'd like to experience while in this position. Taking the crop is one, and … /blushes getting eaten out would be the other.

6. Suspension. There's only one aspect of suspension that makes me even remotely nervous, and that's being upside down. The few times I have ever been upside down aren't generally very fondly remembered, so I'm not sure how I'd react – every other aspect of it? - is very intriguing to me

7. Just how many rotors can you fit in a pussy?

8. Spread bars. Oh the variations... Head down, ass up. Arms over head tied to the ceiling, feet barely touching the ground. Bent over with ankles and wrists secured to a single bar. Long bars, short ones, combinations of the two used at the same time. My legs have a bad habit of pulling in, and while it's yet to be tested, I'm sure spreader bars will help alleviate this issue.

9. Stocks – From the more traditional kind to something a little more fullbody , stocks in all their forms are intriguing to me.

10. Cosplays/RPs – Not all people can pull off all the characters they enjoy – but I like the idea of dressing up as something (anything really that my Master might enjoy xD ) most likely that's very innocent in action or appearance and just being used. If I had to give a specific example for this, what comes to mind is Chii – from Chobits.

11. Face fucked.

12. Cum on – Anywhere, everywhere. Face, tits, ass, back, stomach – all of the above. I just want to know what it feels like. ^_^

13. Electro-play. Thank god I have a Master who knows something about this, because I'm about as clueless as clueless gets in this category. There's interest, intrigue, curiosity, and desire like most wouldn't believe, I'm sure. Surprisingly, no fear – well, so long as it's Master at the controls and not someone else – then there would be fear,

14. Watched.

15. Any and all combinations of any and all things on this list. Let's be honest, it's fun to do things one at a time, it's fun to do many things at the same time. The idea is to keep everything shook up and spicy. There's no reason for things to get bland when there's just so much to choose from, and so many combinations and options to explore! <3

Allowed!

I could just write the words "I came." and walk away from this. Which wouldn't really explain everything that happened.

For instance, I should say "I came three times." Because this is more accurate. Even more accurate is that "I came three times or so." cause let's be honest while we're here, I could have lost count. Even as clear headed as I am right now, I wasn't exactly objective during the writhing, twitching, panting, screaming orgasms that I had while on the phone with my Master.

If I was being 100% honest, which is my intent during any post, I'd say "I came three times or so, and holy fuck I came so hard each time my toes curled, my back arched, and I screamed my pleasure into the air without care or concern." It took me a few minutes to speak again. My throat had gone dry, I think all the fluids for my mouth were slipping down my thighs at that point. Quite the reward for a good pet ^_^

I'm going to steal a moment to be emotional and sappy, and end this post by saying the best reward is finding a Master I love, and trust.

>.> regardless of how much of an evil old man he can be =D

Denied

I could start with a lot of things for this first post, but thankfully my thoughts have been focused. Which works well, because they rarely seem to do that on there own.

I... don't really like sex. It's always seemed like a horrible chore for almost no pay off (Of course, Master has yet to get his hands on me, so I'm seeing this changing). Masturbation however, was quick, easy and felt -really- good. Also, it doesn't require anyone else - no waiting for your other half to be in the mood, or trying to *shiver* hunt down a one night stand. It's safe - you're not going to get an STD or become pregnant from masturbating. Needless to say, I'm a horny girl. I'd say horny pet, but I was horny long before I became a pet!

So I'd been up to, 2-3 orgasms a day. One to help me sleep, one to help me drag myself out of bed, and a 3rd on occasion if looking at porn or discussing all the wonderful BDSM things that are possible or just because. In hindsight, I probably should've kept this wonderful bit of information to myself - I mean, what proper upstanding young woman even admits to masturbating? Let alone so often. Once the proverbial cat was let out of the bag though, his tone of voice sure did change, and what should follow this amusing-to-him revelation? To call him, and cum for him or go to work horny and frustrated. That choice, while horribly embarrassing and not as easy to acquiesce to as I had hoped, was still fairly easy - I called him. I came so hard that my legs were shaking until about halfway through work.

Euphoric was the right word for it, believe me. I thought I'd experienced pleasure before then, but really I'd just licked the tip of the iceberg. Master, however, wasn't done. Something followed this fun new idea (I wanted to just call and fill his inbox with orgasms while he was stuck at work), that I really had no idea how to react to.

An order to masturbate, but not cum.

I'm pretty sure I dropped the f-bomb in a few creative ways. Tease myself, work up to that edge, but don't tip over it. I'd had other people mention such an idea in the past, but I'd never followed them. You had to be kidding? They wouldn't have known either way, and I wasn't particularly concerned about keeping them happy either. The idea to do as I pleased and cum anyway, never entered my mind. Oh I knew it was an option, but with Master? I'm still working on the why of it, but there's certainly something... about him. Maybe I'll figure it out someday.

Now, it's been more than 48 hours since I've cum. I've lost track of the hours, or even of how often I've worked myself up - teasing my sensitive little clit with one relentless rotor. At first I was frustrated and not entirely sure why I was being punished when I hadn't even done anything wrong as far as I knew. But once some time passed the frustration turned to something else. I still haven't cum, but I'm hornier, more sensitive. My WHOLE body is tingling and I'm not doing anything while I'm sitting here. I can't wait to call my Master, to beg and moan and plead for him to let me cum - and I'm not sure if I want to or not. I'm afraid of how hard I might cum, at the same time I'm also enjoying not cumming. I mean, won't this almost constant shiver disappear once it's sated?

I don't know yet, but whatever happens I'm sure it'll give me something else to focus on - until the jumble untangles enough I can write about it.