Sex, Slapping & Sucking.

It's funny how much face slapping has come up lately (on blogs, at conferences, on FetLife, etc), and people either love it or hate it. Personally, i love it. i wasn't sure i would, because it was such a challenge for me. When we started, Master went very lightly, not even really a tap across my cheek. And i flinched -- big time -- it was scary to me! Master worked hard, and slowly, to train me out of flinching from His slaps; i'm sure it was months before He even hit me at a quarter force. From time to time, i still flinch, but most of the time, i'm able to push into the slap, even if it's closer to full force than one of those sweet little taps.

This morning, before the alarm went off at dawn-ish (oh, how i love having everyone on a day time schedule!), Master reached under the comforters and stroked my skin and asked if i was horny. Still sort of sleeping, i pushed back into Him as an answer. Before long, there was snu-snu happening beneath the covers. Warm skin against skin, sometimes momentarily exposed to the chill of the night air still hanging in the room, heavy breathing and hands roaming, tearing at sheets... Just a yummy way to wake up; morning sex before the full light of day overwhelms my senses...yum.

And in the midst of yummy morning sex, Master slapped me. Not full force (awwww), but not those little taps, either... His hand cracking across my cheek repeatedly made me feel loved, connected and owned. They made me feel wanton and beautiful, confident and sure, frisky and active, servile and pleasing...

Master gave me three or four orgasms, and i could tell His back wasn't feeling particularly limber, so as we'd warmed to the point where the blankets were just too much heat, i shoved pillows together and Master's face lit up as He realized that He'd just had morning sex and was about to have a morning blowjob, too.

It was a beautiful, impromptu start to the day. And i hope that Master rides the high of an unexpected, enthusiastic, morning blowjob as much as i am riding the high of His hand whipping across my face.

<3

Round Two

Or, Saturday Night

While this year is full of awesomeness, the schedule that Master and i have been living on, built by the things in our lives, has been extremely difficult. Master has borne the brunt of caring for the little person in our household, and because of school, i rarely get to spend time with either of my boys, and have the least amount of time to spend alone with Master (Whine and Whinge!). It's been very frustrating, for Master and for me.

i sometimes feel invisible (something that's been going around kinky blogs), though Master frequently acknowledges how difficult this year has been for both of us. i know He sees me, sees me struggle, and flounder and loose myself in all the things that need to be done. And worst of all, He cannot fix it, for there is rarely time for us to whisper our goodbyes and lust before we must go about life, and much less time to drop me into the pain, suffering and pleasure that is required to keep both of us level headed.

But this is my spring break. And my time again belongs wholly to Master. And it has been good. Friday night i consumed copious amounts of coffee to stay up for Him, and we had a rocking time (as you can read in His post). Last night required less coffee to find myself at His mercy, and it was an absolute delight. 

Sex and Bathroom Floors

Ah, home sweet home. The comfort of our preferred temperature, provided by the AC and random spray bottles for my water loving Master...

Of course, road trips lead to unique opportunities. Lets say, for example, having sex on the floor of someone else's bathroom.

Master's libido has spiked - actually, i think it does almost every spring and summer. (Is that a male thing or what?) Anyway, that makes going anywhere or doing anything kind of tough for Him. He is definitely more comfortable in His own domain, and frankly, so am i. Sure, i do my best to adhere to the rules as much as we can elsewhere, but being home is being held by Him, becoming just another possession.

Being elsewhere, i know i am His, but it doesn't feel as confining. And sometimes i flounder more than others.

This time, i did pretty well, being outside of His domain. And i have lovely (though fading) bruises on my knees to prove it.

Even though neither of us were terribly comfortable, i knew that Master would be in a foul mood if His pressure gauge continued to rise, so to speak. It was late, and neither of us were sure that we would have time if we waited any longer, nor were we sure of our privacy. Which led me to suggesting He use His cunt on the bathroom floor.

i'm not bragging, but that's kind of a big deal that i suggested it. i am reluctant (at best) to be on my knees on any hard surface because of how badly i have smashed my knee up due to my own clumsiness. A gracefull creature, i am not.

Master did use His cunt, without much consideration, rocking my knees on the linoleum covering concrete, leaving Him free to attempt to relax and get some rest without feeling as if He were going to explode from the pressure of an unattended libido.

Though that didn't last long.

Thank goodness we are home!

Sex slave...

Despite the complexities and utter enjoyment of bondage, imprisonment, involved torture scenes, protracted torments, role playing and the like; it is sometimes easy for me to forget simple pleasures of the basic reality of a sex slave. That is, for her to be available and ready for sex at any moment, any time of day or night. Take today for example...


Upon returning home from a normal cluster-fuck day at work I found my dutiful slave hard at work navigating the treacherous minefield of tax forms, sparring me from the tormenting crap like a good slave girl should;) I gave her a kiss on the neck, a pat on the head, and told her to follow me into the bedroom. With a quick order to strip and present her ass, she was naked and on all fours on the bed in an instant. My probing finger found her wet, warm, and inviting. So, without further adieu, I sank my hard cock deep into the cunt I own and proceeded to fuck three or four screaming, panting, moaning and groaning orgasms out of my little slave before cumming all over her up turned ass.


I think that it says a great deal about the time and training that has gone into a slave girl when she can go from attempting taxes to a panting slut in the space of a single command. Indeed for any woman to be ready, willing, wet, and horny at a moment's notice, eager to be used for her Master's pleasure is, in my mind, something of a pinnacle event and a primary goal of the mental and sexual conditioning of any sex slave. Needless to say, I am very proud of my sex slave...