Thinking [time] Thursday

Wrist cuffs, ankle cuffs, collar, lube, wand, plug, crop, hands, mouth, dick… or what I like to call Wednesday night.

Let me back up.  This past weekend sucked.  I was in a funk of funks.  I felt forgotten, I felt no dominance, I felt confused.  I was just very lost.  I tried to talk to Sir.  Well, actually, I emailed Him and He was responsive, but I just was not feeling it.  I was trapped.

Sunday I wrote. For close to an hour, I sat in my closet, three doors and two locks between me and everyone else, and I wrote – To my Sir, to the universe, to my soul.  I waited until Monday morning to give Him the letter that wasn’t much of a letter.

He read it and left for work.  Oh sure, He kissed me good-bye and that whole bit, but not a single word regarding my spewing of words and emotion!  I was a little bit sad, a little bit angry, and very much confused.  I texted Him.  His words brought me out of my funk.  More than that, His words made me see that I was not being a productive part of our D/s circle.  My behavior had essentially caused Him to shut down, thus making me sink further.  I had forgotten that He needs to be reassured sometimes.  I had forgotten that I need to show my submissiveness in everything I do and say.  Sir said that doesn’t mean I have to agree with everything He says, or not have an opinion, but it most definitely means that I need to show respect at all times and not pop off with immediate no’s and arguments.  He is right ,and when I read His words, something in my brain clicked.  I’m sure I should have had that click well before now – my mouth is always getting me into trouble – but I’ll take a click whenever it comes.  The week was off to a much better start, even though Sir was a bit sick.  He finally felt better yesterday, which leads me back to the beginning…

Wrist cuffs, ankle cuffs, collar, lube, wand, plug, crop, hands, mouth, dick…

I stepped out of the bathroom, ready for bed and prepared to take the spankings I had earned.  I was feeling a bit devious playful and I tried to hurry and get under the covers so Sir couldn’t grab me, but He was not in the bed.  He lunged at me, we laughed, He bent me over the side of the bed.  I hear the drawer open and He put my wrist cuffs and collar on then clipped my hands behind my head to my collar.  Ankle cuffs came next.  He got the crop, I tried so hard to count but after six I just couldn’t!  Sir kept making me come back to earth… these are punishment, He said, and I needed to feel each one.  No matter, I’m off and dripping and I suppose He got to the 49 I’d earned.  The last few smacks were with His big, warm hand and by that point, I was trying to wiggle and get a little friction going with the bed, His dick, His leg, ANYTHING! He lubes me up and puts the plug in my ass (as an aside: this is the first time Sir has used the plug ON me, until now it has been me doing it under His command while He is out working.  I was pretty excited about this!).  Plug was in, Sir rammed in soon enough and I’m just an O machine, one rolling into the next.  Sir brought out the wand.  Lord.  So much, too much, not enough, more, less… I couldn’t have a coherent thought if you’d threatened me with a painful death.  Sir unclipped me, flipped me over and continued to have His way… which is also my way.  He eventually came, I came who knows how many times, and I slept the sleep of the dead.  I woke up today happy and horny.  Yes, horny… sex makes me horny… I will be sated for a very short time and then I just want more.  Poor Sir…

This post may be rambling and maybe it doesn’t flow very well.  That’s fine by me…my life is pretty rambling and doesn’t flow very well, but it works for us.  Time keeps moving and you just have to make sense of what you can and hold onto those moments that make everything brighter.  Time changes many things – a week can make ALL the difference.  And a year?!  A year can change your whole world.

 

 

 

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Friday

“Bend over the bed, hands on your head.  Don’t move.”

She complied with a quick “Yes, Sir” and assumed the position.  Those simple words instantly made her wet, wanting.  She heard Him pick up His belt, not knowing if the strikes would land easy or hard.  She did not wait long to find out – that first blow was tame, the next had a bit more heat, and the third made her sink to the floor and cry out. He helped her up and pushed her back into position.

“I said don’t move.”

He struck her seven more times, no rhythm, intensity varied, kept her off kilter.  This was punishment.  She tried so hard not to move, but her arms had a mind of their own and He repeatedly had to remind her of her place. After all ten strikes were dealt, he reached between her legs and found her very wet.  She pushed back, trying to his fingers inside of her, on her clit, anything! She was so close to orgasm and could think of nothing else. He was totally in control, removed his hand and stepped away. He ordered her to go get ready for bed.

She was completely shocked – He always let her come, had never denied her an orgasm. She very softly said “yes, Sir” and went into the bathroom, her girl parts throbbed and dripped.  She got ready for bed.

When she stepped out of the bathroom, it was pitch black and she could see nothing.  From somewhere in the darkness He told her to take off her clothes.  She stripped quickly and waited for His next command.  She was a little nervous – she had no idea where He stood. After probably a full minute in silence, He reached out and grabbed a fist full of her hair and pushed her to the floor.

“Kneel.”

She knelt but forgot her manners. He forced her chin up with his fingers.

“What do you say to me?”

She was already becoming lost in the bliss and had to think hard. Oh.

“Yes, Sir.”

“That’s right. Now suck my dick.”

“Yes, Sir!”

She sucked and licked and gagged and sucked some more. He was the best thing she had ever had in her mouth and she could only think about pleasing Him.  She could not get enough.  She was so wet and ready, she became worried that she’d come right then. No chance. He took His dick away and stepped back.  She was lost in the darkness, overcome by lust and wasn’t sure where He’d gone.

“Bend over the bed, hands on your head, like before.  Do.Not.Move.”

“Yes, sir.”

She did as told. He kicked her legs open wider, put his hand on her wet pussy, grunted with pleasure, then picked up the belt. He gave her blow after blow, rubbed her sex in between each strike. She had no clue how many were given – some hurt like hell, but she remained still and wanted more. She was going to come. He sensed this and stopped everything. Again. She was dangling off the edge of release, needing to come so bad.  She started to get up – she wanted to get this show on the road.

“Did I say you could move?”

“No, Sir.”

“Then Do.Not.Move.”

That drove her higher and she whimpered, not sure how much more she could take of this denial. She couldn’t feel Him near her and wondered where He was.  Out of nowhere, His tongue found her pussy and His fingers started pumping inside her. When a finger found her back entrance, she panted that she was going to come.

“Do it.”

She came hard, so hard she shook, but it still wasn’t enough.

“Roll over.”

“yes, Sir.”

She rolled onto her back, sideways on the bed, ready for anything and everything. He again had gone silent and backed away.  She panted and waited and ached for Him. Finally, He grabbed her breast – He had made it around the bed and stood by her head. He climbed onto the bed, covered his body with His own. 69. Yes. As He bit and licked and sucked her pussy, she started to lick and suck his cock. Obviously, that wasn’t what He had in mind. He started pumping His cock into her mouth. He fucked her face, fucked her throat really, and she had never felt so sexy in all her life. He continued to fuck her throat, she gagged a few times, but was so far gone she wasn’t even embarrassed.  Her work over the past few months in the art of deep-throating had paid off. As He fucked her face, He worked on her pussy and asshole.  She came twice but still was not sated. She needed His cock and He knew it.  He rolled off of her and flipped her over.

“Do you want this dick?”

“Yes, Sir”

“Beg me for it.”

She begged and He gave her mercy.  He took her hard from behind.  He pulled her hair and choked her.  She came.  He pinched and yanked on her nipples.  She came.  He rammed two fingers into her ass.  She came.  He grabbed her hips roughly and pumped into her a few more times.  This time they both came.  Two sweaty bodies collapsed onto the bed, tangled in each other.  He sweetly, gently kissed her neck and back.

“Mine.”

“Yes, Sir. Yours. Always.”

~shygirl