Finding the edge

Ask and ye shall receive…I wanted to be pushed further and yesterday Master pushed me farther than I ever imagined I could go. Interestingly, I stumbled across this video on a fetish website last week in which a woman joyously submits herself to an incredibly violent throat fucking.  My arousal at watching it as well as the appreciation expressed on the site really allowed me to free myself from any worries about being gross or getting pushed to far.

I was disappointed when Jason revealed that we only had about half an hour to play…I had been expecting a couple hours and had high hopes to be properly tied, flogged, and fucked.  But of course the possibility of being interrupted also came with its own new pleasures.  He sat down on the couch and ordered me to my knees.  “You can’t wait to feel my cock in your throat, can you?” he said as I ran my finally healed tongue ring across his neck and around his ear.

He stood up and I instinctively put my arms behind my back.  When he presented his cock to me I waited for his instruction, kissing it gently but he had no patience for foreplay today.  He grabbed my head and forced it into my mouth.  I ran the stud around the head and along the veins just as he had instructed in his assignment.  My hands flew apart and he said, “I’m not going to tie you because I’m not sure how long we have but I want you to keep your hands behind your back.  They should be touching each other at all times.”

I liked this new assignment, though it required a lot more concentration than I had to use before, freed by my bonds.  The first time his dick hit the back of my throat I felt so thankful that I could please him in this way again.  I tried hard to concentrate on moving my tongue around whenever I wasn’t gagging, but he was relentless.  Over and over again I gagged.  Deeper and deeper he pushed.  Despite the tears I kept my eyes open, wanting him to see in them the fear, the joy, and the trust.  I couldn’t see his face as he loomed over me but he was obviously watching my hands.  The first time they escaped from behind my back he reached into my shirt and pinched my nipple hard.

He gave me time to breathe but just barely.  When he pulled back the saliva poured copiously out of my mouth as he expressed appreciation.  He told me how much my suffering pleasured him, how good it felt when my throat closed on his cock.  And though I started wondering what the safeword was, his encouragement and my desire to please him kept me steady, even as my body protested and the fear rose inside me.  In fact, I was honored to be allowed to endure this for his pleasure.

As my body protested, however, my hands would not obey.  They flew up and nearly pushed him away as I somehow worked his cock out of my mouth for a moment.  “Sorry,” I stuttered, racing my hands back to their place and opening my mouth to receive him again.  Plunging it back inside he smacked my face hard.

I whimpered and sobbed a little bit but I hoped he understood that I was strong, strong enough to pleasure him fully without giving up.  I know in my mind that that it is foolish to play without a safeword, but I can’t believe that I would ever bring myself to utter it anyway.  For better or worse, I trust that he can tell exactly when I can’t take any more.

He told me he was coming and I waited as he froze.  It seemed like the moment lasted forever as he crested the peak of his orgasm until I felt the spasms against my tongue.  I moved it around, hoping the stud would enhance it somehow.  When the last of the juice was in my mouth I continued to flick at it until he pulled it out and put his pants back on.

As I tuned back in to reality I found huge wet spots on my pants and shirt from where I’d let the saliva and whatever else poured out of me run down.  He told me the tongue stud was very nice and I was relieved that I had endured that pain and the waiting for good cause.  In fact he had fucked it right out, though I didn’t realize till a few minutes later, the ball had come unscrewed!

Fantasy, Part 1

Since I haven’t seen Master or Mistress in a while I’m going to have to resort to posting a fantasy…what might happen if we three meet?

She and I entered the room and He smiled, “Welcome,” he said as he reached for me.  We kissed and He looked at Her, “I’m so glad you decided to come.  I want you to know I am not going to do anything you’re not comfortable with.  I understand that you’re just here to watch and learn.”

“And to make Cassie happy,” She replied.  I smiled at her and kissed Jason again.  He pulled me to Him and She pressed in behind me, kissing my neck as his tongue explored my mouth.  I loved the feel of my stud against His tongue.

“What do you want to do?” He asked Her.

“Show me how to tie her up,” She replied.  Tugging at my hair playfully.

“Glad to,” he smiled and went to get the rope.  I looked into Her eyes, mine were full of fear and excitement.  When He returned He pulled my arms behind my back and began to explain how He tied me the first time we met.  I waited patiently, already beginning to sink into subspace as the ropes touched my arms and He worked in His gentle and sure way.  Then He showed Her how to bind my breasts in a lovely way.

Once I was secured, She grabbed me by my hair so hard my eyes watered and pulled me to my knees.  I knew exactly what She wanted, to watch as he gagged me.  I told Her every detail of how much I enjoyed it but She longed to see it for Herself.

He pressed His still clothed cock against my face.  My breathing quickened and I began to tremble.  Having Her there added a new excitement, an unexpected element that was so delicious.  When He took it out I opened my mouth, so elated that I finally got to try out my new stud.  “Kiss it,” He said, making me wait.  I kissed it all over, my tongue nearly breaking through my lips in its eager desire to explore.  “Good girl,” He said.  From behind me She pulled my hair, forcing my eyes up to see both of their faces staring down at me.  A smile played between them.  I felt so treasured, so lucky to be allowed to please the both of them.

She kept hold of my hair, forcing it back down to meet His cock.  “Now lick it,” She said, as if their two minds were one.  My pussy was so wet.  I lapped at it, taking my time with the ridge and the tip, memorizing it as he had suggested in his oh so delicious assignment.  Meanwhile She grabbed at my breasts, squeezing them hard.  She unhooked my bra and teased my nipples erect before She started pinching them.  I groaned against his cock in my mouth and He seemed to approve.  He jammed it against the back of my throat and She watched approvingly as I gagged a couple of times.  They both let me breathe for a moment.  I looked up to see them watching one another, seemingly hatching a sinister plan.  I trembled so hard, if She hadn’t been behind me I would surely have fallen down.

I don’t know how long it went on but they worked in concert, He gagging me and She pinching my nipples in concert.  They both murmured encouraging words I could barely hear through the roaring in my ears.  Then it finally happened.  As His cock hit the back of my throat and Her hands punished my breasts mercilessly, I came with no direct stimulation, I gave myself over to their pleasure completely and theirs became entirely my own.  He sensed what was happening and let Himself come into my mouth my own orgasm ripped through me, causing it to build on itself into a prolonged sensation, my cries were loud even as the saliva and come dribbled out of my mouth, his cock preventing me from swallowing just yet.  I feared I might drown but I didn’t care.   “Good girl,” She said, giving my ass a little spank.

I looked at both of them again, my eyes wide with submission.  “What would you like to do now?” He asked Her as he put his cock back into his pants.

“Oh she needs a good spanking for sure.  Can you tie her hands in front of her now?”

“I’ll let you do it,” he said, starting to remove the ropes from my arms.

Finger Fun: Assignment #1

As soon as I got back in cell range from camping the text message popped up on my screen…”I’ve e-mailed you your first assignment.”  My heart skipped a beat.  I couldn’t wait to get home and read it.  When I did my head spun, Master had always struck me as being very right brained but apparently he was a pretty good writer too.  I got instantly wet reading and thinking about my assignment.

So, I thought of my first assignment for you.  Now that you’ve got the stud, you need to learn to use it.  Practice by putting your finger in your mouth. Slide your tongue around so that the stud traces around the edges of your finger.  Imagine the first knuckle is the head. Slide the stud in the groove there, from side to side.  Close your eyes during this exercise, and imagine it’s my cock there in your mouth.  Imagine how it would feel.  Imagine tracing every ridge and vain, exploring with your tongue and mentally charting its every line and curve.  Realize as you slurp and suck that in that moment, you’ve found fulfillment.  With your lips wrapped tightly around your Master’s cock, feeling it hard and steady sliding in and out, pounding the back of your throat, notice a real, tangible sense of warmth and happiness pouring through your body.

Filling the Void

Both Jason and I knew that we wouldn’t be able to meet so frequently as our lives and schedules got busier.  But it was still difficult for me to put my new addiction on hold until our orbits intersect again.  I decided since I wouldn’t be able to have any alone time with him or my girlfriend for a while, I might go ahead and get my tongue pierced.  I had been wanting to do it for nearly a year but was a little scared.  A little pain to hold me over and a symbol to show how I lived to please them.

But first I e-mailed him to request permission, this was certainly not the kind of decision to make without his consent.  His reply, “I think tongue piercings are very hot on subs.  I don’t know how long it takes to heal either, but I’m totally willing to respect to the letter what is required for a healthy recovery.  Besides, it’ll give you a chance to demonstrate other ways you’re skilled at pleasing.”

Over the moon with excitement I was waiting at the door the next day for the piercing shop to open.  With very little ceremony he stuck the needle through the center of my tongue and inserted the stud.  I felt a little disappointed that it barely hurt at all, it seemed over before it began.  He told me to look in the mirror and it looked great!  I surprised my girlfriend with it at lunch and she almost fell out when she saw it.  We’re both very much looking forward to the benefits.

I texted Jason, “Thank you, sir, for your permission.  It’s great!”  And sent him a preview pic before it started swelling too much.

I could talk okay but it hurt a lot, a pleasant reminder of my devotion.

Finally, Part 2

I waited wondering for a moment when he went to get a condom.  “Back on your knees,” he ordered.  A relief passed over me when his cock finally slid inside me.  My panties were around my knees and my skirt still pulled up around my waist.  I hoped he noticed how wet I was and how my clit ached for him.  There was nothing else in the world right now besides the two of us my pain, his pleasure.  I moaned and squealed and murmured, “Oh god.”  He grabbed a hold of my hair with one hand and roughly covered my mouth with the other.  I continued to squeak and moan against his hand as the come poured out of me.  I squeezed his dick with my pussy, wanting to give him a taste of what I could do.  But it was so wet and I was so excited from the punishment that it was hard for me to control my muscles.  I just had to believe that there would be another time for that.  I almost feared that once he finally fucked me he would be done with me.  But I think he and I both had many ideas and fantasies that we longed to explore.  And we were happy to do so with “no strings attached” so to speak.  Ropes, but no strings, LOL!

I felt him come and it was intoxicating.  Through our dance of submission and domination we had been linked so that his pleasure was mine.  There was nothing in the world more gratifying than being able to make him come.  He moved away from me and I stretched my still bound hands behind my back.  My usual urge to collapse was replaced by a wild energy coursing through me.  We cuddled for a few minutes then decided to go on a walk.

The stars seemed brighter, my breathing easier, as if I had been holding my breath all day.  The punishment seems to bring all my senses into clearer view, to enhance not just sex but every experience.  Like oh wait I’m alive and look at all the life around me!  I was glad we decided to go on a walk.  He gave me a tour of the neighborhood, pointing out things along the way.

“I was climbing all around in that tree earlier today.”

“For some reason I find the idea of you climbing around in that tree irresistibly sexy.”

So of course when we came upon another climbing tree, he leaped into it, climbing so high I couldn’t see him in the darkness among the leaves.  And I was right, it was unbelievably sexy.  I envied him, I had never really been able to climb trees.  I watched him carefully descend and then swing on a lower branch.  His strength and youthfulness so evident to me.  I wanted to join him, I wanted to make myself worthy of his strength and beauty.

We walked through a patch of woods on the way back to his house and I grabbed his cute little ass.  Being there with him called up a fantasy of being taken out into the woods and tied to a tree.  There was plenty of wilderness near where we lived and I wondered if the idea had ever occured to him.

We kissed goodbye and I said, “Thanks for gagging and flogging and fucking me,” I said.  A good slave was always grateful to her Master, right?

Finally, Part 1

I’m staring at the blank page right now, trying to figure out how I can ever put what our last meeting into words that would capture the fun and intensity of it all.  Days later my shoulders and nipples still ache a bit, a pleasing reminder.  Earlier in the week I suggested that we have one more rendezvous before his new roommate arrives.  With classes starting back up  on top of my busy schedule we both knew that our meetings would soon be less frequent and I wanted to get one more “fix” before things cooled down a bit.

I walked in the door and we reached for each other.  “I haven’t decided what I want to do with you yet,” he said.

“Well then it’s a mystery for both of us,” I replied.  I tried to think of something I might like but I just loved so much being at the mercy of his whims.

We kissed some more and he said, “Okay, I’ve decided that it’s time for you to get a flogging.”

“Oh!  I have been a very bad girl,” I said.  I had come twice since our last meeting but he didn’t ask me for details.

He laughed wickedly and ordered, “Get me my bag.”  I debated whether or not I should drop to my knees but I walked over to it instead.

He placed the flogger between my teeth.   “I’m going to tie your hands in front of you so that you can get on your hands and knees,” he explained.  The flogger became quickly became very heavy in my mouth but the last thing I wanted to do was disappoint him by dropping it so I clenched my teeth tightly on it and waited as patiently as I could.  What a sexy idea, I love his head.

Before long my wrists were wrapped up intricately and I was comfortably incapacitated.

He ordered me on my hands and knees, still fully clothed in my work clothes, a black polo shirt and short black skirt.  “I think I’m going to warm you up with my hands first.  I’m going to hit you ten times, I want you to count each time.”

His hand contacted my butt cheek and a thrill passed through me.  It didn’t hurt yet but as I struggled to remember how to count the pain grew right alongside the pleasure.

“Nine,” I gasped.

“This last one is going to be hard,” he said.  I braced myself and his hand landed on my ass, I think I squealed a little and it burned.  I couldn’t help but think it was too bad he had chosen to spank me with my skirt on, I had such a sweet ass, all my lovers agreed that it was my sexiest feature, and now it was surely turning a nice shade of pink.
He stood behind me and began to snap the flogger.  I had been spanked a few times but never experienced anything close to this.  I trembled with anticipation, holding my breath, waiting for the first smack from the flogger.  When it landed my eyes rolled back in my head.  The leather tendrils licked across my skin, even over my clothes.  I wished I could see him standing behind me and wielding the gorgeous thing.

He probably only hit me a few times but I had no concept of time, only experiencing every sensation as closely as I could.  The pain wasn’t too much, if we had a safe word I wouldn’t have had to use it.  Yet still the adrenaline and endorphins were coursing through me and my arousal was insistent.  Finally he pulled my skirt up to my waist and surveyed his handiwork.  He smacked me a couple more times with his hand and then pressed his hard cock against me.  Both of us moaned in concert as he dry humped me.  I pushed back against him, desperate for my clit to be stimulated, not caring if I had permission to come or not.  I didn’t know what the punishment would be but I could barely control my desire. 

He reached up under my shirt and clutched at my breasts, unhooking my bra and reaching underneath to twist my nipples excruicatingly.  Tears welled up in my eyes as he relentlessly tortured them.  For the first time I considered saying stop but I forced myself to endure for just another minute.

He came around in front of me and pulled his cock out of his boxer briefs.  I was so eager for it, “Your tongue,” he said. and I bathed it thoroughly.  “Good girl,” he said.  I loved it.  Finally he buried it in my mouth and I couldn’t wait to gag on it.  He started counting to three and shoving it deeply into the back of my throat, letting me gag on it two or three times and then pulling back.  I let the excess saliva pour out of my mouth, which felt oddly submissive.  Each time encouraging me, “Good that’s right, control it.”  Every time he said “Good girl,” my heart skipped a beat and my pussy tingled.  It felt so good.  I tried to show that as best I could, it was hard to imagine that my body was rejecting something but my mind could not get enough.  I wanted him to know that despite my violent reaction I didn’t want him to stop.  “Open your eyes,” he said.  As much as I wanted him to look in my eyes and see my devotion and excitement, the tears burned so badly that I blinked hard but couldn’t really force them open.

“It’s hard,” I said when he pulled his cock out of my mouth for a moment.  I wanted to ask him to help me wipe my eyes but I wasn’t sure if I should.  He smacked his soaking wet penis against my face repeatedly and I moaned, admiring it.

“I think it’s time for a nice hard fucking, would you like that?”  I could scarcely believe my ears.  I had feared that he would make me wait indefinitely to feel his huge cock inside my slick pussy but I was thrilled that he had decided not to wait any longer.

“Yes I would,” I said meekly, wishing I had added “please, sir.”

Firebrand

When we finally did meet I wondered if he would ask me right away what I needed permission for…but neither of us mentioned it as we reached for each other. 

“So,” I offered, “I’d like to change my shirt.  Would you like…cute tank top or sexy negligee?”

“I’m going to let you choose,” he answered.

I sighed and went to the bathroom to change.  I needed so badly for him to be in control, to tell me exactly what he wanted and how he wanted it.  Naturally, though, I chose the black lace teddy with the plunging neckline.  I decided to leave my jeans on underneath it–at least let him be in control of that.

“Good choice,” he flirted as I came out of the bathroom.

It still felt a bit strange to be making out without my hands tied.  He made me so hot my hands and mouth wanted to roam everywhere and yet I was unsure how much initiative to take on my own.

Unable to help myself, I fell to my knees in front of him, my eyes pleading with his.  “I like you on your knees,” he said.  I rubbed my hands and my face against his cock as it bulged against his pants, peeking out of the top of them, but refused to remove it without permission from him.

“Bring me my bag,” he ordered.  I crawled over on my hands and knees to bring it to him.  “I’m going to tie your hands in front of you and then step between your arms.  I waited quietly as he did so.  I eagerly worshipped his cock as he instructed.

“Now I want to lay you down on a blanket, pour lube all over you, and fuck your tits,” he whispered in my ear.  He brought in a blanket and untied me.  It felt so good when he slid his big cock between my voluptuous breasts, I thought I might come right then and there.  I wanted to watch it, to lick at the tip with my tongue but he pulled my hair hard so that my neck snapped back and forced me to look in his eyes as he gave be a beautiful pearl necklace.

Fervor of Women

After my morning rendezvous with Jason, I had lunch plans with my girlfriend.  With my busy schedule I had to take full advantage of my days off.  “You have to tell me everything,” she urged with an excited smile.  Of course, I always told her everything.  Her dominant side had just started to show itself despite the fact that we’d been together nearly a year.

So I gave her all the gory details over lunch and a couple glasses of wine.  By the time we got back to her place she was plenty worked up.  She laid me on the bed with my head hanging off the edge and pulled my hair, hard, sending me reeling into pleasure again.  Her frenzy sharply contrasted Jason’s patient, meticulous ways.  As much as I’d like to share every delicious detail, all I really remember is an ecstatic blur of hair pulling, biting, spanking and fisting.

She pulled my hair hard as I ate her pussy, it opened to me when she came and I could have gotten lost in it.  She could be wild and out of control when her orgasms gripped her.  I was not the only lover who sustained accidental injury from her passion.

Though her small skilled hands knew exactly how to push me over the edge in many wonderful ways, this time around I had trouble finding that ultimate physical released this time around.

We lay in the afterglow grinning.  “I don’t think I deserve to be this happy,” I said.  It felt like the joy might burst through my chest.  She laughed gleefully.

Later I thought about it and realized i hadn’t been able to have a full on orgasm since the first time Jason tied me up.  the tease had lasted more than one night.  It was highly unusual for me to go more than 1 day without an orgasm, but now it had been 3.

Maybe, I mused, I needed to ask permission…

Fantasy Fulfilled

Of course after the first time he tied me up, he didn’t have to ask me twice what I wanted to do the next time I knocked on his door.  Still, I was a little shy to speak it.  “Look at me,” he demanded when my eyes wandered to the floor in shame.

I took a deep breath and said, “I’d like you to tie me up like you did before…put me on my knees, pull my hair and shove your cock down my throat.”  I scarcely could believe I said it, I wrote dirty all the time but speaking seemed so much more difficult.

Jason smiled and said, “I think that can be arranged.  Stand up.”  He bound my arms behind me as before then added another rope beautifully around my breasts.  I was already trembling and mercilessly aroused when he he ordered me on my knees.  I half hoped he would grab me by my hair and push me to the ground but he was still trying to go slow and earn my trust.

A moan escaped my lips as he unveiled his cock, bigger and more beautiful than I had even imagined in my fantasies.  So hard and with a fetching upward slant…if he ever fucked me it would tickle the g-spot just right.  Though I couldn’t wait to taste it but I waited for his instructions.

“Lick the tip,” he said.  I obeyed hungrily.  Before long he grabbed my hair and shoved it to the back of my throat and I gagged, as sense of relief washed over me.  I loved being gagged and was glad that it was his intention.  Patiently, he let me gag a couple times and then pulled back and told me to “Breathe, but while you’re breathing I want you to move your tongue around.”  My eyes watered and make up ran down my face as I tried to meet his eyes.  I longed for him to know just how much I was adoring this.  Having my hands tied and not being able to wipe the tears from my eyes made me feel suprisingly vulnerable.  The saliva built up in my mouth I feared I might drown on it, unable to swallow with him in my mouth.

My pleasure and desire became so great that I writhed in my bonds, longing to touch his cock and lick his balls.  My knees slid away from each other as my pussy begged for touch and relief.  When he came I felt it too, my body rocked as his orgasm coursed through him and into my eager mouth.  God, he tasted so good.  His cock lingered in my mouth for a few long moments before I could finally swallow his come.

He left me there in my euphoric haze and put his pants back on.  I wouldn’t be touching it today, exquisite torture.  Again I felt a sense of loss when he untied me, but I was glad to collapse on the floor next to him and be allowed to explore his body with my hands as we kissed quietly.

“I was thinking about going for a drive,” he said, “Would you like to join me?”

“How long do you think we’ll be gone?”

“An hour or so.”

“Well I was thinking that I could use some punishment today.”  He didn’t respond right away.  I had made my way on top of him while we kissed.  Suddenly he said, “I’m going to squeeze you gradually harder and harder, I want you to tell me when it hurts too much.”

“Okay.”  It kind of reminded me of wrestling, I wondered if I should “tap out.”  I laid still on top of him and he squeezed.  I wanted to show him how tough I was, how much I liked the pain.  I wasn’t sure how many endorphins were still coursing through me, allowing me to tolerate much more pain than average.   “Stop,” I breathed when my breathing seemed impeded and I wondered if I’d be able to say stop if he went any harder.  He squeezed me a couple more times but I didn’t have to say stop again.  It seems that he’s testing my limits and memorizing them for next time.

“I think I’m going to save the punishment for another time,” he finally said.

“Somehow I knew you were going to say that.”

“I’m all about the tease.”

“I’m figuring that out.”