thinking [backdoor] thursday

You guys! It is Thursday! This week has been ass-centric…

Sharkweek around here has brought about a lot of shower sexytime. I love shower play. The steam, the water, the slippery soap, the washing of the bodies…mmmm. The candlelight seems to bring out the dirtiest truths.
The other night in our big, new, tiled shower Sir made me turn away from Him.

Turn around, I want to play with your asshole.”

Now, I’m no prude…and I have loved ass play since, well… from the get go. However, sometimes much of the time words make me blush and brings out the painfully shy in me. I’d never been embarrassed of my affinity for anal, until a nameless former friend made a comment about it, and I developed a bit of a hangup. I’m working on it.

So, Sir says this and of course I turn – He is the boss, after all – but I giggle, and I half-heartedly murmur words of protest. It’s one thing to play there, it is a completely different thing to talk about it! Geez! While I am slightly embarrassed, I’m also extremely turned on. His words are hot and sexy and we both know I love this, even if I struggle with it sometimes.
I want it, I don’t, I do…
As His finger begins to circle, to tease and play with my most vulnerable spot, He says…

This asshole is mine and you will give it to me whenever I want.”

I am fairly certain I replied with a husky whisper: “Fuck. Yes, Sir.”
This girl is happiest being owned and I’m lost in those words.
Many more Yes Sirs and repeating His declarations back to Him, and teasing, and playing, all whilst narrating His fingers’ exploration – so deliciously naughty and consuming.
I can come from that stimulation alone, and of course I did.

This night he didn’t fuck my ass but he fucked my pussy hard, and rough, and urgently, continuing to play with and finger my ass. Sending me into the abyss.
It was gritty, primal sex.
He demanded total control over all parts of me.
He fucked me out of my own head.
He used that which is His.
He owns me, every nook and cranny.
*happy sigh*

24/7 D/s is absolutely not all fucking and kink, but it is that, too.
Primal, stripped down versions of ourselves, in all aspects.
It’s not always easy, but it is a damn good life.
Happy Thursday!
~shygirl

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thinking [board game] thursday

Do not let that board fall.

The long 1×3 is balanced on my stomach.
It is neither sanded nor finished.
The edges are jagged and splintered.
I identify.
My hands are handcuffed behind my back.
I’m laying on them and the metal is digging into my arms and my lower back.
It isn’t comfortable in the least…
But I am.
I focus on my breathing because the board teeters with breaths too big, too fast.
Okay. I’ve got it.
But now the wheel.
The wheel that drew blood when I unpacked it.
Sir is running the wheel up and down one side… Neck to knees…and now the other.
Again.
More pressure.
I jump a little, but no…
Balance the board.

Don’t let that board fall.
Yes, Sir.

He brings out the clothespins.
I don’t know which, probably plain mixed with some I’ve engraved… Pins that say “loved” or “His” or “owned” or “surrender”.
They pinch and burn.
I settle quickly.
I won’t let the board fall.
Tweezer clamps go on nipples.
Sliding the ring up, squeezing harder.
I breathe easy.
All of the pain makes me warm.
Actually I’m getting hot…
Am I sweating?…
Sir starts playing between my legs.
Focus blurs.
The pain is pleasure is pain is pleasure.
All sensation is the same and it is sending me over.
My head is fuzzy.
I feel and I want.
Right now, that’s all I am – feeling and wanting.
Sir reminds me to keep the board balanced.
I had forgotten!
But it’s still there, wobbling, but it is still on my belly.
There is more, but I’ve gotten lost.
Now it is time.
The board comes off.
And then the first pin.
Fuck.
Sir’s tongue immediately seeks out the burning skin where the pin was.
Turns the pain into pleasure once again.
Each pin removed, followed by His tongue.
I am floating.
The clamps?
No. Not yet.
He rolls me over, removes my handcuffs.
My wrists are so sore!
My back, too.
I’m coming back down to earth and now it just hurts.

Bend over.

I shimmy down the bed, feet hit the floor.
Bent over.
Whack.
Oh. That’s the board!
There’s nothing quite like it.
This is hard, savage, raw.
Whack.
Whack.
Whack.
No time to think now.
I’m going to come.
For Sir. For the board.
He says do it.
I do.
Fire.
Fire on my bottom.
Fire inside me.
Sir is not finished with me, but…
My brain is going to leave for a while.
Forever might be good.
Sir is playing with me now.
I am the best when I’m nothing.
Smiling and coming.
I’m out…

Happy Thursday.
~shygirl

before you go…

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Bend over.
Grab the stool.
Arch your back.

Implement in hand.
The licks reign down.
His hand, my pussy.
Teasing.
Testing.
Knees buckle.
Pulled up.
Growling.

Grab. The. Stool.
Don’t let go.

He resumes.
Grabbing my waist.
Holding me steady.
Finding a stingy rhythm.
Involuntary screams.
Tears fall.
Beg for more.
Beg to stop.
There is more.
Crumple to the floor.
Heaving sobs.
Strong arms.
Big love.

Good girl.
Now I’m going to leave a mark.
Bend over.

Spoon.
Heaven.
Mission accomplished.
I am His.
I will not forget.

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~shygirl