Monday, January 19, 2015

Never enough...but almost.

It's not often that Master and I are able to get time alone together. It worked out in a rather unusual way this time, but it did work out. There was so much running about we had to do on Saturday that by the time we arrived home, all either of us could think of was sleep. Although, Master did have a good laugh at me as I apparently gave myself some first degree burns on the front of my thighs from a campfire we visited.

It was the sleep of the dead, which I needed so badly, as I haven't slept through the night for months and months. Waking was a delight, still curled up next to Master, naked in his arms. With no where to rush off to, we started the day with sex and a shower. When we came downstairs, because Master had a hankering to play Skyrim, he put me in a modified frog tie, which is my absolute favorite, and used the last of the vet-wrap to take away my hands and turn them to paws. There is some bondage which is always a bit of a struggle for me to sink into the pleasure of, but this frog tie is not one of those. The minute one of my legs is trapped and the best I can do is crawl and shuffle about on my knees, lust runs away with me and I am nothing but a creature of need.

Master fucked me, and it slaked the lust, enough. Master played Skyrim, while I lay on the floor, alternatively struggling up to get my knees under me, rolling on my back with my “paws” playfully in the air, and laying on my belly with my trapped legs keeping me from grinding against the floor or dog pillows. We had plans to meet the matinee time so that we could see a movie (“The Hobbit: The Battle of the Five Armies” was our choice, though it is the only one we had a chance to see in theaters.), and as the time slipped by, Master intermittently teasing me and playing Skyrim, I half hoped that Master would loose track of time and leave me in the frog tie... I'm not sure I could have lasted longer than the two hours that I did lay and kneel at Master's feet, fingerless and footless, but I almost wanted him to make me last longer. (And this is the first that Master will know of this, because I was ashamed to ask and looking forward to seeing a movie in the theater.)

We came home from the theater, exuberant and delighted with the completion of the (movie that should have been no more than two parts). While we love the book as is, without the extras, we admire the tasteful choices that Jackson made in transitioning the story to a three part epic. In the mood for fantasy, we began watching the Lord of the Rings series, and Master again bound me and tormented me, namely with foot bondage which is so tastefully painful. Paracord makes an excellent tool for this as it's fine enough to weave in tight places, but has enough tooth to bite where Master wants it to bite. It's an amazing feeling as I become so concerned with grazing my foot against the floor, while it continues to ache because the paracord's bite against my toes and arches, to be so unconcerned with the belt Master looped around my neck. While I gasped for air, or didn't, I was so focused on my feet not impacting the ground while Master fucked me that I rode on crescendo after crescendo of bliss without ever tipping over the edge.

I lost track of the orgasms Master permitted...but if every weekend had hours of bondage and six or eight sexual encounters...I would be a happy, happy creature indeed.

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