Had a great night out with a friend of mine. Hmmm, suppose I should give him a name as he'll probably be popping up in these posts in the future. So let's call him Dak.
We went for a few drinks, which we hadn't done in ages. We had a lot of fun catching up and then after a few drinks went back to his to watch DVD's and drink some more. Well, as most people will tell you after three drinks I'm anybodies. And this time the somebody was Dak. After a lot of wrestling (I don't go down without a fight!) eventually we ended up fucking. We had to be careful that he didn't leave any marks on me as Fyn would hit the roof if he found out. Anyway I know I should feel guilty or ashamed of myself, but it's really hard to when Dak is such a good fuck.
Saturday 30 October 2010
Friday 29 October 2010
Story
I couldn't sleep last night, so I wrote this, and I thought I may as well share it with you.
He has told me to strip and get on my knees, so I am naked on the floor head down waiting for him. He had that look in his eyes that he really wants to hurt me. More than usual. I can already feel myself getting wet waiting for him. Waiting. Waiting. It was driving me mad, like it could go on forever. I don't dare call out to him to hurry up, he'll hurt me more if I do. And I'm already unsure if I'll be able to take what he wants to give me. I want to be able to. I don't want to let him down. I am filling with fear, and that's turning me on more. It's driving me crazy, and I'm really pissed with myself for being so turned on by the fear. I'm stubborn and headstrong, he tells me that all the time. I think tonight he is going to knock some of that stubbornness out of me.
Finally he comes in. I can hear his footsteps, but I don't dare look up. I don't dare move a muscle. If I stay really still maybe he'll forget I'm here. I can feel him behind me. Suddenly his hand has a fistful of my hair pulling my head back and my arse off my knees. He is naked, and his hard cock is right in my face. I think he is going to make me suck him off. But he isn't. He looks down at me, I don't feel brave enough to look him in the face. But it turns out I don't have a choice.
“Look at me you filthy slut.” He spits at me. “You have been running around here getting far too fucking cheeky, and it's about time someone reminded you of your place.”
He lets go of my hair and pushes me away. He walks away from me I can hear his feet on the floor. He gets something from the table, it's a pair of cuffs. He buckles them and locks them onto my wrists which are now trapped behind my back. Then I can hear him pick up something else from the table. It's a ring gag. I try to resist, I hate wearing them, they are uncomfortable and make me drool all over myself. He slaps me across the face. My cheek is burning and I am still in shock. I resist again and he slaps me harder and kicks in the shoulder just hard enough to knock me on my back. He straddles my chest, and my wrists dig into my back hurting me.
“Don't fucking complain, bitch. I tried to do this the easy way, but you had to be fucking stubborn about it. So are you going to behave next time and not fight me. Cause you know I'll win. Stupid slut.”
He gags me and pulls me back up awkwardly by my arm and my hair. He pulls my head back and slides his cock into my mouth. Spit is already starting to drip down my chin, and he starts moving in and out of my mouth faster. I gag and he pulls out. After letting me take a few deep breaths he starts fucking my mouth again, rougher this time, pushing my head down harder each time. My head hurts where he has been pulling on my hair. But he doesn't care, he is getting his pleasure. If this is I I'm getting off lightly.
But this isn't all he has in mind for me. He pulls out and pushes me back to the floor. He has brought a chair into the middle of the room. He pulls me to my feet and throws me down. I look a mess. My hair is all over my face and in places stuck to it, there's spit down my face and tits, and juices dripping down my thighs. He notices this as I stand up.
“You dirty fucking whore. Does it turn you on to be treated like what you are?” I nod, and he shoves me down onto the chair. He unclasps cuffs so my hands fall to my sides. I try to make a run for it. He grabs me harshly by my left tit and a sharp pain shoots through me, and I end up back in the chair and in more trouble than I already was.
He doesn't say anything, just runs a rope through my cuffs and ties me to the chair. Then he ties my ankles. He takes my gag off and strikes me across the face again. He doesn't need to tell me not to try anything like that again. We both know if I could I wouldn't. He has a marker pen in his hand. He writes something on my forehead. I don't know what it is, and I don't think I want to. Then he wipes my chest down and writes something on each tit too. I can feel they are big letters. I know he's going to make me look. But I really don't want to.
He takes photos of me. I can feel the first tears trickling down my face. The bastard! How could he do this to me? He moves a mirror in front of me, and I close my eyes. I can't believe he's doing this to me. He puts clamps on my nipples and I gasp.
“Look in the mirror.” He whispers in my ear. So I look up. I have “Whore” written across my forehead, and “Slut” and “Cunt” across my tits in big black letters. Fresh tears start to run down my face. He grabs the chain and pulls it and places it in my mouth. “Don't you dare drop it.” He says and starts to rub my clit. “You're fucking loving this aren't you? You fucking disgust me you dirty whore.” He keeps rubbing and I know it won't be long until I am cumming all over his fingers. I don't want to, I want to defy him, but what's the use? He'll win. We both know that I can't defy him. That's why I love him. Even if I do hate him right now.
“Please can I cum sir?” I say, my teeth clenched around the chain.
“No.” His fingers gone. And I'm left frustrated.
He unties me and removes the nipple clamps. A fresh wave of pain flushes over my chest. This pain is made worse when he bends me over the chair my tits pushing into the seat and my wrists clipped behind my back again. I can feel cold lube dripping down between my cheeks. Then a gloved finger slides into my tight hole. It glides in and out then soon another finger and another and I am moaning loudly begging for more. He stretches my tight hole so it can take that hard cock. He pushes me to the floor and starts fucking my arse. He starts gets harder and faster and I am begging him not to stop. I finally feel him cum inside me. He climbs off, takes my clips off and leaves me where I am.
“Clean yourself up you're a fucking disgrace. And don't you dare give yourself an orgasm.” He gets up, walks out and leaves me laying on the floor. Still horny but I've learnt my lesson.
What He Doesn't Know...
...Can't hurt him. Right? Well I tell you something, he's sure as hell going to find out! As I said in my last post, I have recently started domming my partner Fyn. And now I have been wracking my brain for what to do with him on Saturday night. All of course based from what he told me he was interested in doing and what he hinted at wanting to do the other night.
Now Fyn got a little skittish last night, only for a minute but skittish none the less. He is not used to these feelings, and it made him rather nervous, he has always believed himself to be dominant. And he's discovering he may just have been rather wrong. So of course, I do not want to push him too hard and freak him out or scaring him off wanting to sub to me, or anyone come to that. I am really enjoying this and it is the first time that I have felt the desire to dominate since a very hard break up with a partner a long time ago. For a woman who never doms I sure as hell have done well this year!
So based on the knowledge I have, I have been planning a scene for Fyn and all he knows is that he is going to sub to me, and that he will finally be allowed to orgasm, but I'll be getting on to that in a bit. Now what he does not know is that I will be bringing my strap on. With of course a couple of different sized dildos to fit into it. I'm still not totally sure if I will use it on him yet, but I do know something is going up there! He knows I own a strap on so it won't come as too much of a shock when I pull it out of my bag. But the plan is to start with a finger and go from there. If he wants to try the starp on he can ask.
He will also be getting his first beating from me. I'll be keeping my whips at home. But he was very bloody cheeky on the phone to me last night. He called me on his way home from work and kept telling me he was going to have a wank when he got home and there was nothing I could do about it. The sooner I lock that cheeky little bugger in chastity the better! He knows he'll be punished if he does. But I don't think that he's that bad.But back to he beating, I'll probably just use my hand, maybe that lovely hairbrush of mine, perhaps a paddle.
And of course I have to get my kicks, so before he gets that orgasm he wants so bad I'm going to have to get one (or maybe two!) myself. Good thing Fyn is talented with his fingers really. Although I have been thinking that if I end up becoming the dominant partner in this relationship I'll have to get one of those dildo gags. Cause I'd love to see him tied up and having to fuck me with one of those!
Now the only thing left to ask myself is what to wear? Latex maybe? I'm not a huge fan if I'm honest and for me it is just a touch too delicate. Leather would be perfect but I really need to work on my collection of leather clothes. So PVC it is then! But then I am somewhat spoilt for choice on what to wear. I have some lovely dresses, and a skirt or two, but a bit lacking in the top department. Perhaps it is time to treaat myself to soemthing new. We shall just have to see what's in the shops later today!
Now Fyn got a little skittish last night, only for a minute but skittish none the less. He is not used to these feelings, and it made him rather nervous, he has always believed himself to be dominant. And he's discovering he may just have been rather wrong. So of course, I do not want to push him too hard and freak him out or scaring him off wanting to sub to me, or anyone come to that. I am really enjoying this and it is the first time that I have felt the desire to dominate since a very hard break up with a partner a long time ago. For a woman who never doms I sure as hell have done well this year!
So based on the knowledge I have, I have been planning a scene for Fyn and all he knows is that he is going to sub to me, and that he will finally be allowed to orgasm, but I'll be getting on to that in a bit. Now what he does not know is that I will be bringing my strap on. With of course a couple of different sized dildos to fit into it. I'm still not totally sure if I will use it on him yet, but I do know something is going up there! He knows I own a strap on so it won't come as too much of a shock when I pull it out of my bag. But the plan is to start with a finger and go from there. If he wants to try the starp on he can ask.
He will also be getting his first beating from me. I'll be keeping my whips at home. But he was very bloody cheeky on the phone to me last night. He called me on his way home from work and kept telling me he was going to have a wank when he got home and there was nothing I could do about it. The sooner I lock that cheeky little bugger in chastity the better! He knows he'll be punished if he does. But I don't think that he's that bad.But back to he beating, I'll probably just use my hand, maybe that lovely hairbrush of mine, perhaps a paddle.
And of course I have to get my kicks, so before he gets that orgasm he wants so bad I'm going to have to get one (or maybe two!) myself. Good thing Fyn is talented with his fingers really. Although I have been thinking that if I end up becoming the dominant partner in this relationship I'll have to get one of those dildo gags. Cause I'd love to see him tied up and having to fuck me with one of those!
Now the only thing left to ask myself is what to wear? Latex maybe? I'm not a huge fan if I'm honest and for me it is just a touch too delicate. Leather would be perfect but I really need to work on my collection of leather clothes. So PVC it is then! But then I am somewhat spoilt for choice on what to wear. I have some lovely dresses, and a skirt or two, but a bit lacking in the top department. Perhaps it is time to treaat myself to soemthing new. We shall just have to see what's in the shops later today!
Thursday 28 October 2010
Last Night
I had not much been feeling myself of late. My pain tollerance has dissapeared which is ever so slightly really bloody annoying! My sex drive was thrown due to going on the implant which I have had removed and am back to being a borderline nympho now I am on the pill again. I had hoped with the return of my sex drive my ability to take pain would return. Unfortunately it has yet to return.
My fiancee who from here on out will be known as Fyn is a dom and a sadistic one at that. However he has not been able to hurt me as i've not been able to take anything at all. Shame really as I have missed it a hell of a lot. I think he's been happy that I have been able to go back to drenching the sheets every time I get remotely horny. But anyway, after a little fooling around he had decided that he at least wanted a hand job. I grabbed him by his hard and rather big cock and slapped it off of his stomach. It made a beautiful slapping sound, and from the equally beautiful sound from his lips it hurt as much as I had hopped it might. Usually that would have just gotten me into trouble but I managed to do it a couple of times more to him, each time that beautiful small yelp of pain escaping from his lips.
"That fucking hurts!" He tried to keep fairly quiet with his flatmate upstairs.
"But admit it, you like it. You can't exactly deny it."
He agreed that he liked it, and I grabbed him gently but firmly by the balls. He made a noise that was somewhere between pleasure and pain. I started to gently wank him off. I pinched his nipples and occationally squeezed his balls and slapped him across the head of his penis. I started to wank him harder, and then he made a cheeky comment. Well I might not have been able to spank him but I was sure as hell going to do something about it. I told him to go and get the clamps. We have two sets at his place, his tweezer shapped ones that are on a chain, and my evil (and favourites) clovers, also on chain. He came back with his, which are much more gentle, but failed to bring mine. Now most would have brought both if they had any sense, or have asked which clamps. But Fyn hasn't subbed in a fair few years. So I suppose it's an easy mistake to make.
I could tell he had done it on perpouse from the sheepish look on his face. I was not impressed. I told him to get the other set. he came back and I made him lay back on the bed. I attached his clamps to his nipples, and twisted them with the chain on mine and set those ones on his balls. Where the two chains met I pulled up and continued to wank him off. Then, as always seems to happen with his set of clamps one pinged off of his nipple. I decided I had better keep this symmetrical and pulled the clamp from the other nipple. Which really took no effort at all. I then massaged his nipples bringing a new eave of pain that he seemed to rather enjoy. Then I gently removed the clovers.
He actually thought it would be a good idea to be cheeky to me again. So I repeated my previous action with the pegs. But this time when I took the clamps off I put a cold drinks can against his skin where the clamps had once been.
I then continued to wank him off and then not long later he asked me if he could orgasm. I was impressed, I hadn't planned on reminding him to ask permission as I was hoping to have a reason to punish him. I allowed him to and he orgasmed. We curled up nd cuddled, and talked about what had just happend.
He does not want anybody to know that he has gone all sub on me. But he does want to explore this side of himself further. I had a catalogue from Honour on me and we looked through that together. In there was the metal chastity cage that I have at home. So next on the list of things to try is chastity. He has been banned from orgasms until I see him again on Saturday night. If he does then he will be in his new place with no flatmates and I can punish him properly! Then once we have played together he's going in the cage! I can't wait.
Well I think that's enough shared for my first post!
Love, light and sexual bliss
Spirit xxx
My fiancee who from here on out will be known as Fyn is a dom and a sadistic one at that. However he has not been able to hurt me as i've not been able to take anything at all. Shame really as I have missed it a hell of a lot. I think he's been happy that I have been able to go back to drenching the sheets every time I get remotely horny. But anyway, after a little fooling around he had decided that he at least wanted a hand job. I grabbed him by his hard and rather big cock and slapped it off of his stomach. It made a beautiful slapping sound, and from the equally beautiful sound from his lips it hurt as much as I had hopped it might. Usually that would have just gotten me into trouble but I managed to do it a couple of times more to him, each time that beautiful small yelp of pain escaping from his lips.
"That fucking hurts!" He tried to keep fairly quiet with his flatmate upstairs.
"But admit it, you like it. You can't exactly deny it."
He agreed that he liked it, and I grabbed him gently but firmly by the balls. He made a noise that was somewhere between pleasure and pain. I started to gently wank him off. I pinched his nipples and occationally squeezed his balls and slapped him across the head of his penis. I started to wank him harder, and then he made a cheeky comment. Well I might not have been able to spank him but I was sure as hell going to do something about it. I told him to go and get the clamps. We have two sets at his place, his tweezer shapped ones that are on a chain, and my evil (and favourites) clovers, also on chain. He came back with his, which are much more gentle, but failed to bring mine. Now most would have brought both if they had any sense, or have asked which clamps. But Fyn hasn't subbed in a fair few years. So I suppose it's an easy mistake to make.
I could tell he had done it on perpouse from the sheepish look on his face. I was not impressed. I told him to get the other set. he came back and I made him lay back on the bed. I attached his clamps to his nipples, and twisted them with the chain on mine and set those ones on his balls. Where the two chains met I pulled up and continued to wank him off. Then, as always seems to happen with his set of clamps one pinged off of his nipple. I decided I had better keep this symmetrical and pulled the clamp from the other nipple. Which really took no effort at all. I then massaged his nipples bringing a new eave of pain that he seemed to rather enjoy. Then I gently removed the clovers.
He actually thought it would be a good idea to be cheeky to me again. So I repeated my previous action with the pegs. But this time when I took the clamps off I put a cold drinks can against his skin where the clamps had once been.
I then continued to wank him off and then not long later he asked me if he could orgasm. I was impressed, I hadn't planned on reminding him to ask permission as I was hoping to have a reason to punish him. I allowed him to and he orgasmed. We curled up nd cuddled, and talked about what had just happend.
He does not want anybody to know that he has gone all sub on me. But he does want to explore this side of himself further. I had a catalogue from Honour on me and we looked through that together. In there was the metal chastity cage that I have at home. So next on the list of things to try is chastity. He has been banned from orgasms until I see him again on Saturday night. If he does then he will be in his new place with no flatmates and I can punish him properly! Then once we have played together he's going in the cage! I can't wait.
Well I think that's enough shared for my first post!
Love, light and sexual bliss
Spirit xxx
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