Bed post

One staple fantasy I think almost every sub has is the whole tied spread eagle to the bed. It's like fantasizing with training wheels, it's there. It's that first step.

Or maybe that's just me. Either way.

Master tied me down to the bed. The stretch in my arms and legs, the inability to really impact anything, and the feelings as he taped rotor after rotor after rotor onto the shivering sensitive places on my body... *shiver* It was delicious.

I was already soaking wet by the time he came home, panting and trying not to struggle as he taped a rotor onto each nipple, and nuzzled the biggest against my clit before securing it in place. The thick wireless egg slipped inside my pussy very easily - blindfolded, gagged, I yanked at the ropes as the little vibes came to life all over me.

And then Master went to go play a game. Literally. I lay there tied down to the bed, whimpering, struggling against the binds, enjoying the pleasures coursing through me, all while trying not to make too much noise. From time to time he would excuse himself, making adjustments to the tempo and/or strength of the vibes. Usually the wireless inside me would be the most distracting, but the one nestled against my clit certainly won out more often than not. Surprisingly the ones on my nipples were far more effective that I expected them to be.

I was on edge rather quickly, slipping into not giving a damn about whether or not I was over heard, falling into the pleasure and the helplessness like a good little sub <3

I don't know how long the pleasure went on before Master got the flog out, but I remember the rush of sensations as it skimmed across my body. The near orgasmic pleasure tinged with pain as it licked at my cunt, kissed along my breasts. I was almost grateful that I didn't have Master's full and undivided attention, as there weren't any ice cubes or wax drops, no prickly wheel, or anything to take the place of the rotors on my chest.

I was beginning to think I was going to cum just from the vibrations against my nipples. A suck, lick, or tender nibble from my Master might've been the only thing missing by the time he pulled the egg out of my messy dripping slit. Just the barest touch from his hands made me jump, the pleasurable sensation was strong and very unexpected.

When his fingers plunged inside, the slight curl to hit that delightful g-spot, I nearly came. It didn't even take much after that. I came hard, and with a little extra stimulation (the rotor on my clit wasn't on as far as I could tell) I probably would've soaked Master's hand and half the bed while I was at it -^^-

Though, that's far from a complaint. The entire session was fantastically enjoyable, and I look forward to doing it again... and again <3 Little variations make all the difference I'm sure, but the basic setup was just divine <3

Collared

I can't say for how long I've wanted a collar. The feel of rope, the need for domination, the desire to submit - all these things have been a part of who I am for ages, but the want to be collared was relatively new. It was, in its own way, symbolic. A physical manifestation of the term Master, and of slave.

I was beyond happy to wear the gift, and Master, I think, was happy to have me wear it.

The evening started out with a body stocking - an article of clothing I'm quickly becoming attached to. They're snug and restrictive in a way without being uncomfortable in the slightest, and they don't really cover -anything-, so much as give the illusion of clothing. I'd never worn one for Master before, but I'd had an idea that they'd be well received. I'd also bought more than we ended up using, but they'll get their turn before long I'm sure.

The only thing more enjoyable than the feel of rope against my skin are Master's hands. From the sharp sting of a slap to the gently maddening caress, they're quite capable of anything. I did my best not to get too emotional as the collar was buckled on. I'd helped design it, and really enjoyed the feel of it all around - I couldn't even bring myself to speak for the first few moments, choking on my thanks and biting back tears.

I never wanted to take it back off.

Master's work began after that. Cuffs and rope, blindfold and bondage tape. Sliding his pet onto her back he went to work - tying my hands near the collar, taping my legs to themselves and obliterating my sense of sight. Like the good little horny pet I am, I was horribly wet before he'd even finished. The ropes that kept my wrists near my neck also looped down and gave my feet something to struggle against. It was delightfully restrictive, and yet loose enough that I could squirm as I moaned in anticipation and pleasure.

All the feelings slipped into one another, and I don't remember if that was the night I had to withstand the nipple clamps, or if that came later. In all honesty, to me, it doesn't much matter. I'd earned time with the clamps and I knew it was coming, like it or not, but the slightest caress, the lightest touch from my Master makes so many things bearable.

Whenever the clamps happened, I remember very clearly when they came off. The warning, the steady voice of Master telling me to take a deep breath, and that breath turning into a gasping scream as the blood rushed back into the sensitive bits of flesh.  I don't like the feel of the clamps - the pain is a little too sharp, but I have to admit, I've spent days remembering that moment that they came off. The rush, the warning, the tone in his voice, the fear, the near orgasmic rush I was helpless to stop.

I don't like clamps, but sweet mother of mary I can, at the very least, understand why there's people that do enjoy them.

Belated birthday

So for Master's birthday I had gotten together a little outfit. Kind of a cartoony looking sailor outfit, minus the godawful ugly hat. I'd meant for some boots to go with it, but the long leather knee highs don't fit my thicker calves, so I just went with a wide diamond net body stocking instead.

It was for him to do with it all as he pleased. Destroy it, preserve it, stain or mare it - It was all in his hands because that too was part of the birthday gift.

When I'd finished putting it on I hadn't expected to come out from the bathroom and find him sitting - almost villain-like in one of the chairs, facing my entrance, one leg lazily crossed over the other. I explained the perks of the gift, and walked over to him, certainly not needing to be beckoned into my Master's parlor at this point.

What happened next was completely unexpected. There were no flogs, no cuffs, no rope, no toys even. Just the ridiculously gentle touch of Master's hands sliding over my body. And not even sliding over the most sensitive places I have! The bodystocking worked against me as his fingers slipped over the well-fitting threads, the feel of the gentle touch had me wet and weak before his fingers even began to slip through my hair.

He ignored my breasts, pointedly ignored my clit and most of the area surrounding it. His demands came surprisingly as the edge of orgasm rushed up on me and his command to cum brought the desired reaction. I wasn't thinking, I wasn't in control, I was already lost in a shivery haze of gentle pleasure. I didn't even register the actual orgasm myself until his fantastic purr of "good girl" slipped into my ear.

Again and again, struggling to stand, wanting him to stop the teasing, being on the verge of begging for mercy, he would command that I cum. Every time he demanded it my body obeyed, even as I shuddered in disbelieving pleasure. The orgasms weren't earth-shattering, they weren't causing me to squirt or anything like that, but dammit they felt good <3 And I was certainly becoming a shivering wet, dripping mess by the 3rd or 4th one.

I don't remember just how many it took to bring me to my knees, but I know it happened. Then it was towards the bed we went. I remember the pictures, mostly because a day or so later I flipped through them on Master's camera. I remember being so wet that even while on my hands and knees on the bed he barely had to touch me to be able to show me just how dripping wet I was. And still he hadn't ran his incredible touch over the places I wanted it so badly.

I was his happy delirious and soaking wet whore. His pet, his toy, and dammit was he ever good at playing with me.

His cock has always felt good, awesome, the perfect size to fill me up, never hurting or ruining the pleasures. It filled me slowly, his voice calm and steady, words barely understood, mostly the understanding was from the tone, the inflection, those few full words that actually made it into my head. Every now and again even those failed me, and I think I had to ask him to repeat himself once or twice, I was just too far gone.

Too far gone and still he hadn't stroked my clit, pinched my nipples or even pushed into my sopping needy pussy entirely. He stretched things out delightfully, filled me and covered me with his wonderful cum. And by the end of everything I'm pretty sure I came 7 or 8 times easily. If not closer to a dozen.

Master enjoyed his birthday present, even if it was a little late in coming, and I certainly enjoyed the fact that he enjoyed it. ^_^ Much snuggling and liquids afterward, a good cleaning (albeit kind of cold since he didn't want me to fall asleep until I'd had a chance to wind down good enough), and I slept like a rock. I don't think he had a hard time falling asleep either.

But! More about the vacation later, for now I want to spend the last 24 hours I have with him, you know, actually with him, so I'll write more on the other scenes later. <3