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May 28, 2009 10:55 pm
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the remote control orgasm Dec 28, 2006 8:27 pm
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He has not been feeling well so I haven't seen him since our session. I am concerned that he is sick and feeling helpless that I can't do anything for him. I hope he feels better soon because I care. He has exerted his control by requiring that I ask permission to orgasm, which I did the other day. He gave me conditions under which I could, and then reconsidered my request under my circumstances and gave me even more leniency. I was extremely appreciative that he allowed me that pleasure and of course obeyed his commands. As i shoved the 3rd full size dildo into my already painfully full pussy i envisioned him standing over me telling me to push harder and me telling him how much it hurt and pushing it further for his amusement. i thought about the first time he whispered good girl into my ear while he was ramming his cock in my previously neglected asshole and his hand over my mouth to keep me from scaring the neighbors. thinking about the feel of him both inside me and holding me tight, i came and called out his name several times, the next one louder than the last. his requirement for my orgasm was to shove the biggest thing i could into his fuckhole and to call out his name as i orgasmed. the pain was intense but not like when his clenched fist was inside me. when i yanked out all 3 dildos at the same time, it was much like when he pulled his fist from me. i screamed in pain and called out his name once more, thanking him for that special gift of an orgasm with pain.
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earlier sessions
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May 20, 2009 11:25 am
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the things i'll do to cum Jan 31, 2007 9:47 am
Mood: submissive, 294 Views
He let me in the door and greeted me his standard way, by grabbing both nipples and twisting hard. Of course that put me on tippy toes like it usually does. He let go of them and grabbed double handfulls of breast , making me gasp and whimper in pain. He let go and told me to kneel and i knew he was going to allow me the pleasure of his cock. I thanked him as i sank to my knees and opened his belt. I moaned in pleasure as i took his cock in my mouth and lust as he grabbed me by the hair, slapped my face and pushed his cock deep in the back of my throat. i gagged and pulled back and he slapped me again and pushed it in deeper. I got the message and stayed put as he face fucked me, pushing my gag reflex limits. I sucked and slobbered on his cock for a few minutes, gagging several times and going back for more. He knows how much i love to hear 'good girl' and he is not opposed to taking advantage of that knowledge by having me do unpleasant things to earn it. After a while, he directed me to stand and walk to the dungeon and strip. He laid on the bed near where the toys were laid out and told me to get sucking again. He was in a position where he could reach his riding crop and hit me with it on my back. When i pulled back to scream, he pinned me with his leg and free hand and gagged me on his cock again, saying he just found the perfect way to keep me quiet. He likes it sloppy and uncomfortable for me and said he was proud that i figured out to get right back to sucking after taking a breath. At one point he reminded me of a place i had missed and i did something with my tongue i had vowed to never do again, but when he said deeper, i hesitated. He warned me of what would happen if i ever did that again and i spread him and went as deep as i could. He called me good girl and i knew i would do anything he asked to hear those words. When we set up this meeting, it had been a long time since i had an orgasm i didn't give myself so i begged him to allow me an orgasm and being the fair Dom that he is, he allowed me to climb up and start fucking him. He told me i would have to wait until he was ready to let me cum so he hit me with the crop, his hands, his fists and whatever else was handy just at the brink of orgasm, over and over until i was begging and crying and ready to agree to anything for the pleasure. At one point he pinched both inner thighs at the same time causing me to scream out. He hit my cheek with the crop and i turned in reflex, to avoid the blow. He said, 'you didn't just turn away did you' and made me lean closer so he could slap me first on one side then the other. i cried, but held still, earning another 'good girl' i asked him if he wanted to mark my face and he said no, as it was a limit, but i later admitted that if he wanted to, i would hold still and wear it proudly. He allowed me to get close to orgasm several times then told me that if i wanted to cum sooner than late that afternoon that i could earn it by showing him the depths of depravity i was willing to sink for him. His goal is to bring me as low as i will go while returning for more. He wants me to crave his cock to the point that i will wonder what he will have in store for me next time, how he will taste and what he will make me do. i think he realizes now that its not just his cock that i crave, but the pain and humiliation he has me suffer to earn that cock. My first master once told me that i needed to find a master with a dark side as dark or darker than my own and i agreed. i believe that i have found that person and have surprised us both with what i will do for him. He told me he was proud of me as he touched my face in a caress, it was probably the first time he touched me without pain and i felt that i have finally found the one that will bring me down paths i need to go. He didn't think that i would carry out the price he set for my orgasms, but i take them very seriously and would never renege on a promise i made on the brink of orgasm. What if i pissed off the godess of multiple orgasms, what if Sir never allowed me to orgasm again? He did find out what i would do for him and said he may never ask that of me again, but the fact that i did it, made him proud.
He had told me during our first session that he wanted me to the point that i will crave his cock and do the most nasty sick things he asked of me to get that cock. i am to that point. i not only crave his cock, but i also crave the pain and humiliation he gives me to earn it. He wants me to wonder how he will taste next time, what he will have me do, how much it will hurt or humiliate me. He asked if i was trully ready for no limits play with a 'sick fucker' like him and i said that yes, i was. When he asked me if i was sure i would do as he asked, i begged him not to make it my decision. He laughed as he thought about what he would require of me and how i would feel obeying him, and what a depraved little slave he was making of me.
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the remote control orgasm
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conversation with my ex Master
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May 18, 2007 7:03 pm
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So, my ex Master and i are still friends and we do talk on occasion although its been about 3 years since i have seen him. Most of our conversations consist of him telling me how he still loves me, still misses me and that i am still the best sub he ever had...blah blah blah. he likes to say things like that now that i am a few thousand miles away. in the course of this particular conversation, which was mostly text messaging, he asked me if i miss him. my first thought was 'not since i got my sites fixed' but i didn't say that. i did tell him that i missed the idea of him more than him. i miss being owned by that one special Sir (rented out to others of course, after all, i am a slut) but i miss having that kind of relationship with one. i thought for the last few years or so that i would be happier without that bond but just stick with play partners who occupied my time at the dungeon but didn't care what i did outside of it. i don't feel that way anymore. Part of the reason is that i am tired of being back up plan or spanking bench filler, but part of it is that i want someone to want me first. i want to be first girl and for someone to care for me that way again. i also told him (or rather thought i did) that i do have a Sir now that i care for. that particular gem of a message was sent to the wrong recipient but luckily didn't cause any problems. i was also texting my kids' babysitter and 'adopted daughter' and should have known better than to multitask while in pain and driving. anyway, the recipient of that message was (drum roll) Sir G. i don't know what he was thinking when he read it or after he heard my explanation that it wasn't intended for him, as he hasn't said anything since. i don't know what he thinks or feels as far as i am concerned. he is a bit closed off to say the least. i don't want to know why or break down any walls, its not my place or my business, but i do care for him and hope that the feeling is mutual. time will tell, i believe. i remember back to my relationship with my ex Master and where we were at this point in time. Sir G and i have been in a d/s relationship for 5 months now. When my ex and i were together for 5 months, i was moving away from him with my family. there had been months of feelings and caring and sharing and sleeping together over night and endless exchanges of 'i love you' looking back, i think he over used those words and was so used to blowing smoke that even he didn't realize whether it was true or not. Sir G may have told me what he thinks i want to hear on a few occasions, but i can honestly say that i can count on what he says to be the truth because if it is something he doesn't want to talk about, he has no problem saying 'cause i said so'. i know that he can be selfish at times, caring more about how something affects his plans, rather than mine, but i have to believe that he does care about me too, just not as much. i can live with that. i would rather he be honest so when he does do something special, i know its real.
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Multiple paingasms from beating my ass? Damn he
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May 7, 2007 8:43 pm
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Now i have had paingasms prior to this, twice actually, from pssy flogging, where the falls landed on my clit. The ones G gave me yesterday were one on top of the other and from beating my ass, legs, back and tits. I lost count but there were at least 6, some multiple, spread out over the 5 or so hours that i was there. What was more interesting than the paingasms themselves was the fact that i needed to feel him to have them. There were times that he asked if i was close to cumming and i said 'no, the pain is too much to cum.' To that he responded by easing up on the force, so i think he enjoyed making me cum almost as much as i did. During one such occasion, he asked if i was close and i said that he was too far away for that. Up to that point, i hadn't realized what caused the reactions i had with him. He is a very handsome man as i have stated in prior entries, but i wasn't aware of the involuntary chemical affect his prescence had on me. He mentioned sometime yesterday that one of the things he liked about beating me was that i don't need a warm up. That floored me!! I always needed a warm up before, with other Dom/mes that i have played with. i had that on my mind while trying to figure out why beating my ass caused paingasms and i had an epiphany.... It's not the beating, but he who wields it. It is something to do with the connection i have to him. I have felt that on a smaller scale with other Doms i have played with, usually based on smell. Some men just have that man scent that drives women nuts. Sir G has that too, but not just that. He is a big guy, not just tall but muscular as well, and he has chest hair, which i have always liked on men. His eyes are a penetrating shade of green and when he looks at me, i shiver. He has an aura about him that just exudes sex appeal so when he touches me, i feel it to my core. When he fucks me, he wraps his big strong arms around me and i feel like he could squish me. He talks to me and the sound of his voice sets me on fire. The combination is volatile and its no wonder i cum from his beatings.
Of course my next task will be to find another masochistic whore with few morals to join in our fun.
I thought i was going over to his house only to clean and work, but when he said to cleanse first, dress slutty and wear my plug, i knew i was going to be used and abused. We touched base that morning and he said to have his fuck hole lubed and stretched because he wanted to ram it in hard without preparation. He was in the mood to hurt me, bad, and i was giddy with anticipation. Of course the first thing i did was worship his cock. My first thoughts upon taking him into my mouth were, 'i missed this, and yummy'. He rammed it pretty deep and i gagged a few times as he slapped me lightly and pulled my hair. He guided me to the bed, instructed me lay down on my stomach and to not scream. i bit down on a blanket as he rammed his cock into my ass hard. i was glad i had worn the plug. He then did something i really enjoy. He laid his body on top of mine, wrapped his arms around me and started talking. I love when he tells me what a filthy whore i am and when he makes me repeat it. He was in a very degrading and sadistic mood and at one point, while crying, i asked him if i could just go home. He made me look into his eyes and tell the truth. The truth of course, was that i didnt' want to go home, that i wanted to do anything he asked and take all the punishment he could give. I am his filthy depraved fuck hole and my role is to pleasure and amuse him. One of his favorite ways for me to pleasure and amuse him is to rim him. He knows it is not one of my favorite activities which is probably why he likes it so much. i have had it done to me (not by him, but another dom) and i personally don't see the attraction. As i said earlier, i was there to work, between beatings and fuckings, that is, and i did. There were sharpie markers of various colors handy and at several points between beatings, he took time to write on me with them. Cum dump, pain pig, beat my whore cunt, cock slave and my favorite 'Sirs favorite fuckhole' with arrows pointing to my ass. The reason that was my favorite is because it made me feel like his property, something i haven't felt, but long to, in years.
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saturday night's adventures from knotty Sir's point of view
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Apr 23, 2007 7:27 pm
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Monday, April 23, 2007
Safeword! Oh my goodness!
First there was a spaghetti dinner, then a rope demo, then the play began.
I had had a rough day/week/MONTH, so I was really looking forward to venting some frustrations, and of course, subbietess was there "aching" for a little mis-treatment.
She had already secured her position as my "rope victim" for the hands-on workshop (not that that was ever in doubt since badkitty lives in Oklahoma).
She kept squirming, leaning in to smell me as I worked the ropes, just generally being a bit silly and not as focused as I would have liked her to. I admonished her to behave herself more than once as we were participating in the demo.
To top her playfulness (not entirely unappreciated, don't get me wrong here), she had on a straight style (no breast cups) silky corset which made the rope slip up over her breasts, which was very frustrating for me, but pleasurable to her, because I had to keep reaching around in front of her and "man handling" the rope back into place. Again - I'd be wrangling the rope and she'd be squirming in pleasure, which, with the nature of the corset and the forces opposing my efforts, gave me reason to admonish her - you can see where this is going - tess's squirming and coquettish behavior were duly noted, and would be punished shortly.
Well, the basics of our Western bondage workshop were done and people started to peel off to play. As there were more than 30 people present, and space is at something of a premium, I sent tess downstairs with the toy bag and the rope to stake our claim on a spanking bench.
We began with a pretty (and by that I mean HOT) arm binding, tess's arms straight behind her, bound from the top down, almost in a sheath. I had her kneel on the spanking bench, arms behind her back, stomach over the bench and ass in the air.
I tied a rope from behind her neck, under the bench and then to her ankles, with a turn around each big toe fro added discomfort. I was definitely in a sadistic mood, and my stress level had been significant for WEEKS by this time, with no kink to help relieve it. The masochism of running can only give me so much stress relief - I need to beat someone once in a while, you know?
Once I had her tied, I started working on her ass and the bottoms of her feet with a riding crop. We (KW and  just purchased several new crops and a few floggers, and I was test-driving them with tess.
As I began to slowly build the strength of my blows, tess started to have difficulty catching her breath because of her position over the bench. I freed the rope that kept her bowed over, but things were just a bit too difficult for her (this bench was shorter than the one I've tied her to before, and caught her right on the diaphragm) so I untied her and had her sit on the bottom rail, back against the top rail. Here's where the sadism kicked in - I tied her left hand behind her head, running the rope around her right thumb, then tying her right arms down straight along the back of the bench and flat to it. The more she jerked or struggled, the more pressure it would place on her right thumb and hand.
With tess in this extremely awkward position, I returned to my exploration of the new crops. I asked tess what she though of each as I worked on her breasts, shoulders, stomach and inner thighs with the crops, one at a time. We agreed that the one with a hard plastic horse head on the end was kind of nice, because I could turn it around and give her little pin-point bruises all over her breasts with a light whack.
tess hates wrap-around, or blows to her sides, especially at her hips (they hurt more), so naturally, in the mean mood I was in, was sure to direct a few strategic snaps of the crop to those areas, as well as liberally working over the insides of her thighs.
We cycled through a few of the floggers and back to the crops again, and I eventually settled on the one KS gave me for Christmas - it weighs a little bit more than the others and has a thick handle, which suits my big club of a hand very well. I concentrated on tess's sensitive sides, to the extent that she was anticipating the blows and trying, to her own increased discomfort, to scootch away from each.
At this point, I was pretty much in my headspace, and giggling at her discomfort (I TOLD you I was in a sadistic mood!). Earlier in the evening, the host of the party had snapped tess on her cleavage with a rubber band - which raised a most sightly welt. I snagged a rubber band and stuck it in my pocket as I headed down to join tess - she had no idea I had it.
I began snapping tess on the thighs with the rubber band - stretched between two fingers in my left hand and pulling it pretty tight with my right. By this time, I had already beat her to the point of tears and some begging (she told me later that I am only the second Dom she's ever felt comfortable crying with, and the release was very cathartic for her). As I began to increase the frequency of my strategically placed rubber band snaps, she began jumping more and more - crying with each strike.
I worked over her breasts, not forgetting her recently pierced nipples, her oh-so-sensitive sides and then concentrating on her inner thighs and outer labia. With each snap, her cries grew a little more strident, before, much to my surprise, my little pain slut tess actually cried yellow! This is the girl who told me her goal was to never safeword - I was shocked and immediately stopped, soothing her, kissing her and telling her we'd change tactics.
I began to finish her with a little pussy flogging - brought her right to the edge, she asked permission to come and, still feeling ornery, I said "no" and switched back to the crop.
I worked her over a little more with the crop in my left hand and the flogger in my right, alternating a nice light pleasurable (by her response) blow on her pussy with the flogger with a sharp snap of the crop on one of the other now bright red thigh.
She finally came to the point of orgasm again and asked permission, which I gave, and to which she came, loudly, and, I think, at least twice.
I slowly untied her and wrapped her in my arms, wishing we had a little more time (crowded play party) and a little more privacy (I wanted to fuck her, but it just didn't work out).
We put away the toys, cleaned our play-space and went upstairs, where I got to watch a very talented Dom work over his sub with a single-tail (I GOT to ge me on o' THOSE!!!). Tess snuggled up at my feet, her head in my lap.
Fun time. I enjoyed it - just wish I had remembered to bring my hunting knife!
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a dream i just had
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Apr 19, 2007 5:38 am
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so i was chatting with Sir G last night while he was checking out some young chicks on cam and i ended up having a pretty wild wet dream. i know that term is normally used for teenage boys but since i orgasm in my sleep, i felt it appropriate. in my dream, Sir G and i were fucking this young submissive and he was instructing me. he had just shot his load into her pussy and was making me eat it out of her, while he started fucking her throat. my reward for doing such a good job of getting out every drop, was for her to lick my pussy. in my dream, i stood in front of her while he started ass fucking her really hard. i grabbed her by the hair and held her mouth to my pussy and told her to lick. she was crying and moaning because G has a pretty big cock and it hurts going in. but i told her that if she made me cum, G would stop so she started licking. i came in my sleep but woke up before i got to find out if G really did stop, or did he just keep fucking her poor tight little ass.
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a recently fulfilled fantasy
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Apr 10, 2007 1:42 pm
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My Sir, G, is into stretching holes and has wanted me to get a huge dildo to help accomplish that task. A kinky male friend of mine, V, said he would buy it for me if i used it in front of him. I called V from the brunch on Sunday and asked if he was up to a little naughtiness and he, of course, said sure. We met at the local kink shop on the west end of town and my girlfriend came with me to shop. V and i browsed awhile, commenting on the various toys and then purchased the biggest freaking butt plug i have ever seen. i wanted something that started at a semi normal girth and then grew to a size that is humanly impossible to fit in any orifice. We bought the Doc Johnson xl red cone shaped butt plug. One of my fantasies was to be taken by a Dom to an adult movie house and be 'sold' by him. V instructed me to remove my dress and he started playing with my nipples and pussy. He must have motioned for the other men to come over because no sooner did he start when i felt several sets of mouths on various parts of my body and several fingers inserted in my holes. i have no idea who these men were or what they looked like becasue the place was pitch dark at first, then i had my eyes shut. At one point V made me lube up the monster (my affectionate name for my new toy) and sit on it in front of everyone. i first bounced on it on the ground while the men surrounded me and stroked their cocks not far from me. After a while V wanted me to suck his cock so i dropped to my knees and started sucking. soon i felt fingers in my holes again and V said that someone should start spanking me. of course these men were not doms so they did a few tentative spanks but nothing serious. one guy wanted to eat my pussy, another wanted to fuck me or have me suck his cock. im sure they all wanted a piece, but V kept everyone civil. there was one guy dressed like a woman and he put some fingers in me at one time. after i stood up from sucking V, i noticed the guy in the dress sucking a few cocks, and some of the other guys following suit. V instructed me to climb on top of a table, put the monster down and sit on it for everyone to see. i followed his order and began bouncing again. i asked if i could orgasm and he said i could so i started playing with my clit. i noticed the guy in the dress was now bent over and someone was ass fucking him. it was a pretty hot scene for all involved and i came pretty quickly and loudly. it was quite a day. i thank V for helping me fulfill that fantasy.
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some of my earlier kink
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Apr 4, 2007 2:19 pm
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i think that every girl who saw the movie Flashdancer wanted to try 'erotic dancing' so i think i was pretty normal as far as that was concerned, but i am quite sure i was the only girl on that stage that would hit herself with a belt. i was 19 years old, too young to drink legally as the age had just gone up to 21 so i couldn't make any money for the club by having men buy me drinks. i did however have a special talent that some of the girls didn't posess. i dressed pretty slutty on stage wearing garters and stockings and other lingerie. i would also use props during my onstage performance. nothing too violent, wouldn't want to offend any of the normal pervs, but just enough so that those who were interested got an idea of what i would do in a private dance. i always had this fantasy that i was dancing for a group of 10 men who brought all their chairs in a circle surrounding me while i danced for all of them. of course each song was 10 bucks, but they were allowed to tip. at some point, one of them would get brave and reach out his hand for a little squeeze, then another, then a pinch, maybe a spank, maybe a tweak and a slap. eventually they would start taking off their own belts and start hitting me with them as i danced around. then one would grab me and pull me accross his knee and start wailing on my bare ass with his hand. i would hear a zipper being pulled down and see a cock in front of my face. suck it bitch, i would be told. i would oblige. my hair would be pulled, fingers would be inserted, then cocks. i would be lifted off the lap and lowered on to a man laying on the floor and his cock would enter my pussy, my mouth would be roughly opened for another cock and then i would feel someone spit onto my anus and feel another cock enter there. the three cocks would rotate until all 10 men had their turn but while only 3 would enter, the other 7 would find other ways to amuse themselves, with hands, belts, nails, until they all had their turn.
like i said, just a fantasy
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one limit i no longer have and why
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Apr 1, 2007 2:55 pm
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My primary D/s partner is G, but he lets me play with others. Knotty is my other play partner at the moment. i have played with others but not very often. recently during one of those sessions that was not the least pleasurable, i found myself thinking, i would rather be licking G's ass. now some of you may not be into that sort of thing, nor was i until recently. not to say that i have never tossed a salad, my ex master, Warden, in NC had me do that to him a few times. i didn't like it, but i didn't find it repulsive, and after all, i am a slut. so when G instructed me to do it to him the first time, i wasn't exactly excited about it but i steeled myself and took a tentative lick. now i had tasted other areas of G prior to this of course. i like the way he tastes and smells when i suck his cock. i have also had him on top of me many times, both of us sweating, and i have often inhaled him and liked it. some men just have that way about them. so after the first lick, i could taste his natural masculine essence and i started licking more vigorously, really getting into it. i could tell he liked it too cause he called me good girl, which melts me every time. the first time he had me lick his ass, he had obviously recently showered and he was just yummy. i would have licked his feet and his armpits if he asked me to. the last time however, it wasn't the case. if any of my followers remembers, our last session was about penance. i had mouthed off to him which he didn't deserve. since my mouth is what got me into trouble, it's only right that my mouth got me out of it. he had told me that i would hurt more this time than any other and he also said i would be licking his ass like a slow boat to china. he laid on his stomach on the bed and told me to go to work. it had been quite some time since his last shower and i could taste the difference. he knew i was reluctant and he egged me on. i took a deep breath, which turned out to be a mistake, and dug in anyway. his ass tasted and smelled like, well, ass. it was pretty nasty but i had been less than nice so i deserved it. i hated every minute of it, which he knew and made me lick for 30 minutes, i, of course, kept going until he told me to stop. i thanked him, yes thanked him, for the opportunity to atone for my mistake.
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Saturday night's adventure from Knotty Sir's point of view
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Mar 27, 2007 7:52 pm
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Monday, March 26, 2007
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I got to have a little adventure with subbietess on Saturday night! (With the knotty_wife's knowledge and permission, of course)
It was fun - I met her in a dark parking lot, where we left my truck and went for a little drive in her van.
We chatted about nonsense, just kind of quietly enjoying each other's company before we arrived - a back road, in the mountains, quiet, dark, no traffic.
I had instructed tess to wear clothing she didn't mind having destroyed. There was a reason for this. As I parked, I pulled my new hunting knife out of its sheath. It is big, sharp, heavy and extremely impressive - a great blade for a scene.
"Are you ready for this, slut?" I asked as I whipped the knife to her throat - holding the back of the blade to her neck (it was so dark, she couldn't see which side I held, so it could easily be the blade in her mind).
"No, don't hurt me," she cried, pushing my hand away.
This was sweet - we wrestled in the front seats of the van, she struggling as I overpowered her easily and began to cut her shirt away. She was wearing a nylon body suit that had been run by a dog, so was pretty much expendable - good because those things are expensive. My pulse began to race when I saw her recently pierced nipples through the lace - and the sound of cloth being cut as she struggled was hot!
I cut her shirt down the front, but her struggles were getting a little disruptive, so I tied her wrists while holding the knife to her throat again.
"You're going to suck my cock, slut!" I told her.
"I am not a slut," she protested. "I am a good girl!"
"Then prove it and suck my cock," I told her, tracing the line of her breast with the tip of my blade. "If I feel teeth, it won't be pretty for you." I tucked the tip of the knife under on side of the barbell through her nipple. "It wouldn't be pretty to lose one of these piercings, now would it?"
"No, don't hurt me, I'll be good!" was all she managed to get out before I tangled her hair in my fingers and forced her head onto my rock hard cock.
I cut the rest of her shirt from her body as she sucked my cock. Then I began on the body suit, finally baring her back and arms. As she blew me, I scratched her back with the blade, tracing it up and down, telling her how much I enjoyed the way she sucked my cock like a good little slut. She stopped to try to say something, so I smacked her ass with the flat of the blade and told her she didn't have permission to stop.
"If you do a good job, I might fuck you with that cock, you dirty little whore," I told her.
"No," she managed to get out. "Don't hurt me!"
At this point, I decided that the scene needed to escalate a little and I pulled her hair until she was sitting up again.
"Don't hurt you?" I asked, cruelly. "I'm not going to hurt you, slut! I'm going to reward you for sucking my cock like a good little slut!"
"No!" she shouted as I slid the tip of the knife into the waist of the bode suit and began "skinning" her left leg.
"Oh, yes," I told her. "You're going to be fucked now."
I finished cutting away the rest of the body suit, except for the feet, which were in her sexy little black pumps, and told her to lean her seat back and get on her knees.
"No, don't," she begged. "It will hurt."
"You'll like it, though, won't you?" I asked as I again traced lines on her bare flesh with the tip of the blade, scratching oh so lightly.
I slid my cock into her dripping wet pussy from behind, and began fucking her hard as she cried and begged me to stop. I had set the knife down so I could get a little better leverage (a mini-van is not the most comfortable place to fuck - but it's fun!). She reached for it - mistake - I grabbed her hair and wrapped my arm around the front of her shoulders, burying my cock even deeper into her, and told her she was really going to get it now.
I grabbed the bottle of lube she had strategically placed in the drink holder (a little planning makes for a wonderful scene) and slathered it on her ass.
"No, no! It's going to hurt!" she squealed.
"It sure is, bitch!" I told her as I forced her to straddle the two seats. I slid my cock into her ass and began pounding, ramming her deep, my balls slapping against her wet cunt as I fucked her ass hard.
At this point, the scene was pretty much over and we were just plain fucking - tess loves hard ass-fucking. I had her wrapped tightly in my arms, completely controlled - bound, if you will - with the strength of my body, and she came at least twice before I finally exploded in my own wracking orgasm.
I sighed and rolled away, telling her what good slut she had been.
"Now, since you're such a good little girl, I'll let you clean my cock off with some of the clothes I cutoff of you," I told her, gesturing with my knife, which I had picked back up.
"You were a lot of fun," I told her. "Now I'm going to make you walk home. Why don't you open up the door and see how cold it is?"
It was fun watching the fear in her eyes and her nipples get hard as the cool night air washed over her body.
"It's too cold to make you walk, I guess," I let her off the hook, tracing her thighs with the knife. But I do want to leave you with a little souvenir ...
"No, don't cut me," she cried, then leaned over and whispered "cut me" fiercely into my ear. Tess really is a pain slut, and loves to carry her bruises and marks. I carefully, very, very carefully, carved a light line across the top of her right thigh, leaving about a three-inch long cut, a little blood seeping down the front of her leg.
We both lay back, sighing and giggling, coming down from the endorphins of our little scene and trying to find my socks, which had disappeared in the midst of tearing my clothing off so I could her (I just can't fuck with my socks on - I have no idea why).
We drove back to my truck, chatting and laughing. Tess showed me the little scab forming on her thigh, kissed me and thanked me for a wonderful scene, and I went home.
Sigh ... That was sure a fun time!
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