The Sting

After the concert last Saturday, Jay had a little fun of a different sort in store for me. When we returned to the car he assisted me in removing my corset which was succeeding in compressing my lungs until I could barely breathe (thank God I didn’t live during the Victorian Era), and handed me a sheer tank top to put on which left my pierced nipples and breasts quite visible. I was a bit disturbed and fussy about this happening right in the parking lot where plenty of people continued to walk by, but made the wardrobe change as quickly and discretely as possible in the car.

I was then ordered to give him my wrists so that he could bind them with the wrist cuffs which I did without complaint. Just before he placed my blindfold on I spied the penis gag in his hand. I begged not to be gagged. My mouth was dry, my throat was a bit sore from all the screaming and singing, and I just didn’t feel I could do it. He was kind to me offering to leave the gag off if I promised to keep silent. The blindfold was put into place, and we were off to his desired destination as I sat nervously in the passenger seat. I tried to ask a few questions to which I got, “I’m going to put the gag on.” After that I was silent because I knew he meant it.

My mind raced as I tried to imagine what it was he had in store for me. I feared we were going back to a club we had visited a few months ago that I had found undesirable. Perhaps, I thought, he has arranged my first meeting with our new mentor, but knew that was unlikely for several different reasons. I worried and fretted about what he had in store for me and whether or not I would be able to please him with my participation.
I felt oh so tired after the evening’s festivities at the concert. All I really wanted to do was go home. I was having a rather hard time maintaining the proper interest and enthusiasm for this little excursion.

When the car finally stopped, he came around to the passenger side and removed my cuffs. I reached for the blindfold, but he batted my hand away roughly. I began to feel panicked at the thought he might make me walk into what was obviously a public place blindfolded. He then informed me he would remove the blindfold for now, but put it back in place once we got where we were going.

When the blindfold was removed, I could see that we were at the adult bookstore we had visited some time ago which has the viewing booths in the back. There was a bar with an outdoor deck next door full of partiers eagerly watching people as they entered the adult store. I crossed my arms over my nearly bare chest and kept my eyes down in shame as we entered the store. Jay promptly told me to take my arms down from my chest as we wandered the small store.

He eventually led me to the back with the viewing booths, replaced my blindfold, and led me to a booth. I was told to sit on the stool, spread my legs and rub my cunt as he fed the machine dollars and scrolled through the porn. He unzipped his pants and told me to take out his cock and stroke him. I was tired, I had to pee, and I didn’t want to do this. I rubbed lazily for a bit, and then just stopped. As I sat there, trying to convince myself to continue with his demands…SLAP! He slapped me across the face hard. I didn’t even see it coming with the blindfold on. My face stung and my cunt was instantly wet.

I obediently got down my knees on the dirty floor and began to suck his cock with much more enthusiasm, my cheek still stinging with the blow from his palm. He had me climb back up on the stool and stroke his cock as I fingered my wet pussy. He kept going on about how he knew I wanted another cock. I desperately tried to peer underneath my blindfold, terrified that there might be someone else there. Someone that he was going to allow to fuck me or someone whose cock I would be ordered to suck. There wasn’t, of course, but he knew it would frighten me.

When he asked me where I wanted his cum, I immediately replied that I wanted it on my tits. I pulled down my top, got down on my knees and hungrily offered my tits to him. When he shot out onto them I gave a quiet cry of arousal. When he had covered my tits and chest with his orgasm, I pulled my top back up, feeling the wetness of his cum soak into the shirt. He then placed me back on the stool, and had me scroll through to find my own porn and masturbate until I came. When I did, he urged me to cry out loudly. I did my best, but I still think it was rather muted due to my concern about being heard by others in the store.

An important lesson was learned here by both of us regarding just how much my arousal and compliance can be influenced by his physical dominance. I had asked him several times in the past to slap me in the face, but he never could bring himself to more than just a tap. This is just the beginning, I hope, of a beautiful journey into dominance and submission together.

Master's Slave for the Afternoon

I spent the afternoon before the Halloween party serving as Master’s slave. Sadly, as always, we ended I spent the afternoon before the Halloween party serving as Master’s slave. Sadly, as always, we ended up with less time to devote to deviance than we would have liked. Master had a task planned for me that would have earned me my own pet pillow, but did not have the time to engage me in it. So I remain a pet without her own soft pillow.

After dropping our daughter off with her grandparents for the night, Master had me remove my bra and change into a thin cotton T-shirt he had required me to bring. The fabric was so thin the outline of my nipples and new installed nipple rings were clearly visible. He then took me to the pet store where I was allowed to pick out my own doggie dish and a new chain link leash.

When we arrived home Master had me disrobe and kneel before him in our bedroom as he affixed my collar and new leash around my neck. Next he attached the nipple clamps to my nipple rings and threaded the chain through the O ring of the collar. Finally, he buckled my wrist and ankle cuffs around each extremity. At last, I was a properly adorned slave. I was then led by the leash on all fours down to the den.

Once in the den, Master informed me that I would have to earn my own pet pillow, and for now I would have to use the bed belonging to our Akita/German Shepherd. The first task I was given was to remove all the dog toys from the bed…not with my hands, but with my mouth. This wasn’t so terribly bad. I was able to perform the task quickly and well for Master.

Afterwards, he kindly asked if I would like a drink to wash the dog hair from my mouth. When I replied that I would, he led me on all fours into the kitchen (linoleum is an extremely HARD surface on one’s knees in case you have never crawled across your own kitchen floor) where there was a doggie bowl full of my favorite beverage…Diet Mountain Dew. I obediently lowered my head and lapped it up like a good girl, my pussy throbbing between my legs.


I was then led back into the den and ordered to curl up on the doggie bed. My beloved Master then took the flogger to my exposed ass. What I did not know was that Master had been studying technique and had discovered how to strike me with the tips of the flogger producing a distinctive stinging sensation. He flicked the flogger across my naked ass over and over until I was writhing about and crying out on the dog bed.





He then went outside to smoke a cigarette (my Jay has take up smoking again with the stress of his job which worries me greatly) with instructions for me to remain there on the dog bed. I laid there and listened to him talking to someone on his cell phone and began to feel the rush of endorphins coursing through my body as a result of Master’s flogging. God but I love that wonderful feeling my Master gives to me.

When Master came back inside he ordered me to go upstairs and get the lotion for massaging his feet. I scurried upstairs, grabbed the lotion, scurried back to set it on the floor and lie back down on the dog bed. Master was in the kitchen getting himself some ice water as I waited.

When he returned he sighed in an irritated manner and exclaimed, “Unbelievable!”

“What is it?” I asked, falling out of my role and thinking perhaps my son had just called wit something annoying to say or ask.

“That’s not the lotion I told you to get. That’s not my lotion,” he informed me as if speaking to a child.

In my haste, I had brought down my own lotion, not thinking to get his eucalyptus scented lotion, and didn’t even realize it until he corrected me. I was given another round with the flogger for my carelessness before being sent upstairs to get the correct lotion.

When I returned, Master was seated on the sofa where I was directed to kneel before him and remove his shoes and socks. When this was done, I carefully placed his bare feet on a towel and prepared to massage him. He stopped me before I could begin with a redirection to suck his cock instead.

I unzipped him and carefully removed his cock as he turned on the TV to watch the Georgia-Florida game. I dutifully licked and sucked as he flipped between football and porn. After 15 minutes or so of pleasuring him orally, I was directed to begin massaging his feet. I massaged his feet and legs, my nipple clamps dangling from my breasts as he continued to watch football and porn.





When his foot massage was done I was made to bend over on all fours and finger my ass as he watched and grew hard. When he had had enough of that, Master placed me over the ottoman and entered my ass. Being his slave, I could only respectfully acquiesce as he pumped in and out of my ass.



After several minutes of pumping, he pulled out, sat down on the sofa and told me to go get something to clean him off so I could suck his cock again. I stared at him dumbfounded. He couldn’t possibly be asking this of me. I had often commented when watching porn how disgusted I was by the scenes of women being fucked in the ass then sucking the same cock that had just come out of their asshole. I swallowed hard and went upstairs to retrieve the things I would need.

My mind raced…I can’t do this…he won’t really make me do this…what is he is serious…I think he is serious. I was near tears before I stopped and refocused. Master has given me a task. I am his slave to use as he sees fit this afternoon. Master would never to anything to harm me, My one purpose this afternoon is to bring pleasure to Master.

I then methodically gathered the things I would need…warm soapy washcloth, dry towel, baby wipes. I would have poured alcohol over his cock if I thought I could have gotten away with it!!

I went downstairs, kneeled before him, and washed his cock and balls with the washcloth, dried them, thoroughly wiped with the baby wipes and dried again. Now was my moment of truth…I kneeled there, head lowered, just looking at his cock.

“Suck it, Mimi,” he growled.

I lowered my head to his crotch and stopped just short of his cock. Despite my little pep talk to myself upstairs, I still hesitated to take him in my mouth. He placed his hand on the back of my head and shoved me the rest of the way down.

I opened my mouth to his cock and sucked weakly. Master grabbed me by the hair, pulled my head up and slapped my face.

“I said suck my cock,” he bellowed.

I took him in my mouth again and did my best to overcome my disgust and suck him properly. I got a few more slaps to the side of the face as I sucked to encourage me to perform better.

When Master had had enough fun with that exercise, he mercifully ordered me to lie on the dog bed and masturbate. I gratefully complied as he watched and snapped photos.



When I was wet and writhing about for his cock, he knelt before me and entered my needy pussy. We rocked and moaned together, my hands on my breasts playing with my nipple rings. I bucked my hips up to meet his as he thrust harder and harder until reaching his orgasm inside me.

And that, dear reader, is how I came to be fucked on a dog bed for the first time as Master’s little bitch.

My Mantra

I am struggling with my training as a proper submissive already. I test my 2nd Dom at times, but more so I test Daddy. Headmaster makes it very clear to me that any disobedience will be swiftly corrected. I had been directed to wear my Njoy anal plug to work last Monday, and chose not to as I had been made to wear my rosebud all day at work the previous Friday, and simply did not feel like doing it all over again on Monday. I could not lie to Headmaster when he inquired if I had followed directions. As my punishment I wore paperclips tightly affixed to my nipples all day, and was ordered to take a ruler into the restroom and spank each breast 10 times for my transgression. Slut that I am, this made me slippery wet.

I struggle much harder with Daddy which is, of course, why I am in training. I had refused a direction of his early in the week arguing about it's impracticality and trying to bargain with him. It only served to cause tension and frustration between us until I followed the direction the next day. It did turn out to be an impractical sort of order, but the point was I had obeyed.

This very same day, Daddy informed me we would be going out to obtain new nipple clamps for me, and I was to dress only in a sheer piece of lingerie. Again, I argued and refused. I was terrified he would make me go into public in nothing but a sheer nightgown. I couldn't, I WOULDN'T do that. The notion of men looking me up and down and women judging and whispering made my palms sweaty.

At this point Headmaster stepped in. We had a conversation that has been a turning point in my training. He knows who I am, he knows I long to submit no matter what the request. One of the most illuminating portions of the conversation occured when he encouraged me to use the same strength I had drawn on to bear his breast torture and the cane, to fulfill Daddy's request and go out with him in whatever attire he deemed fit. It had not really occured to me that bearing humuliating, psychologically difficult tasks required that I draw from the same place that allowed me to bear physical punishment and pain. Headmaster went on to assure me he would not give up on me as a wonderful sub, and I should not give up on myself. He inquired if I was now ready to submit to Daddy's request. I agreed that I was and mentally began to prepare myself for whatever Daddy required of me.

While still humuliating, Daddy's request was not quite as bad as I had feared. I was directed to wear a sheer black blouse, no bra of course, but thankfully it had pockets on each side which covered most of my breasts, a very short mini skirt which exposed the bottom of my bare ass cheeks when I moved in just the right way, and 3" black patent leather heels.

To reinforce my lesson, I was taken from bed that morning, ordered to kneel in position 3 in front of a mirror, and had the cane painfully applied to my ass as Daddy reminded me this training was for his pleasure. I was asked more than once, "Who is your master, slut?"

"You are, Daddy," I replied each time.

"Are you going to follow Daddy's directions?" he probed

"Yes Sir. Yes, Daddy," I grunted as the cane met the flesh of my naked ass.

Again I was slippery wet after my punishment.

When the evening came, I complied like a perfect slut with no questions or complaints. Daddy took me to one toy shop in search of the clamps he sought. I was relieved that it was a very small shop and no one was there. Sadly, however they did not have the clamps he sought. Daddy did have me bend over and let him swat me with a flogger they had there which I found throughly embarrassing as the clerk there couldn't help but hear it even if he did not see it in the small store.

We also needed to go by the liquor store that evening for my special pineapple flavored drinks we cannot find at the grocery store. It being Saturday and this being the Bible Belt South where alcohol is not sold on Sundays, we had to go that evening if I wanted my drinks. So Daddy took me to the liquor store in my outfit. I was both nervous and aroused to be doing just as Daddy directed me. I kept my eyes down as we were in the store, unable to face any gawking, judgemental or lacivious stares. When we had made our purchase, Daddy took me back to the car, had me unbutton my blouse, lean against the car and sqeezed my breasts for his pleasure.

We then continued on to the second sex toy shop where he hoped to find the nipple clamps he sought. I was much more nervous about this one as it was much bigger and always had a lot of customers. As expected, the store was packed with people. Daddy had directed me not to leave his side, not to fiddle with my skirt attempting to pull it down and not to cross my arms in an attempt to shield my breasts. I did as I was told, feeling both shamed and aroused. Curiosity made me look around a bit more in the store. And sure enough, I did see a woman or two looking me up and down disapprovingly. After that, I kept my eyes down, and stayed on Daddy's heels as directed. This store also did not have the nipple clamps he sought, but he led me around the store a big longer, looking at dirty movies, and other items. When we left Daddy praised me, telling me how well I had done and how proud he and Headmaster were of me.

During my conversation with Headmaster earlier in the week I was given a mantra to write on my body each day and email to him as he felt I needed this daily reinformcement of who I am and what my place is. I am to do this each day until I have completed a milestone sort of task which he and Daddy both have charged me with. So far I have written this message on my body and sent to him for 6 days. However as I write this post, I have completed the task with which I was charged and will no longer be required to write my mantra each day unless Headmaster or Daddy change their minds on me.

In Traning, Conclusion

I was then directed to come to Headmaster as he sat in his chair, assume position 2 and suck his very hard cock. I did this with joy, trying my best to take his full length down my throat. When I was given permission to use my hands, I twisted up and down as I sucked the head, my glistening cunt spread wide and throbbing.



Headmaster then directed me back to the ottoman, stood over me and twirled the flogger over my body as adrenaline coursed through me in anticipation of one of my favorite toys. I moaned as he struck my breasts, belly and inner thighs with the flogger. I must have made my enjoyment too obvious for he soon placed the handle of the flogger in my mouth commanding me not to drop it and moved on to the dreaded cane.



The cane is a thin stick which looks harmless enough but packs an awful stinging bite. Headmaster applied the cane to my inner thighs as I cried out my pain.
I was told repeatedly to be quiet “it won’t make it an easier,” yet this was the one order I had the most trouble following. When the pain is nearly more than I can bear, I have to release it from my body somehow. That somehow for me is crying out. I think bearing his discipline in silence will be one of my hardest lessons to learn from my Headmaster.

Headmaster lifted my leg, unbuckled and removed one sandaled heel. I thought perhaps he would suck my toes, but I was not at all prepared for his true purpose.

The cane met the bottom of my foot with blinding pain. I cried out and instinctively jerked my foot away from him, my body covered in a sheen of sweat.

He leaned over me and snarled, “Don’t pull away from me. Don’t you EVER pull away from me, do you understand?”

I nodded that I did, and God... help... me... he moved back to my foot. I considered using my safe word at this point. I felt it forming on my lips, hoped that Jay might say it for me, but he watched in silence. I couldn’t bring myself to say it as it seemed somehow a badge of failure to me; and so I endured two more licks on the bottom of the foot by the cane, each time disobeying by crying out loudly and pulling my foot away.

Headmaster then had me stand and directed me to remove my other heel. I unbuckled the shoe and tossed it off my foot. I was immediately grabbed by the hair my head pulled down to his seated level,

“Now did that seem appropriate to just toss your shoe like that? That’s something an obstinate child would do. Are you a child?”

“No Sir. I’m sorry Sir.” I managed.

He then sent me to retrieve a condom from the bag. I brought it to him and began to open the wrapper. Again I had done the wrong thing.

“Did I tell you to open it?”

“No Sir,” came my humble reply.

In time he told me to open it, and then place it on him.

I was directed to turn around and sit on his cock. I instinctively began to rock back and forth and was ordered to be still and just sit on his cock. When I complied, I was told I could rock slowly back and forth. I began to move slowly on his cock enjoying the sensations inside my cunt as Daddy approached me and placed his cock in my mouth. I sucked Daddy’s hardness while I bounced on Headmaster’s cock. What a lucky girl I was.

When Daddy was satisfied, he sat back to watch me bouncing harder and harder on Headmaster’s cock. When I was close again Headmaster pulled me backwards by my leash, my collar choking me as I leaned back against him. Thankfully I was given permission to cum because I could no longer control my arousal and was flying towards an unstoppable orgasm.

My strangled gasps filled the air of the hotel room as I came. When it was finished, I leaned forward onto the ottoman, panting and sweating, his cock still inside me as I tried to regain my senses.

He struck me along the back and ass with the cane, this time eliciting deliciously pleasurable sensations.

I began to bounce up and down on his cock harder and harder until my nipples were in agony. My bouncing came to a stop only to have him thrust hard from underneath me as I cried out, “my tits, Oh God my tits”; again an instance where my safe word was needed yet I did not want to fail in using it.

I was able to push past the pain and began to thrust violently on his cock again until my thighs were burning and I was gasping for air as hard as I do after a 4 or 5mile run.

I eventually dismounted his cock and stood only to be pulled down to his level by my hair.

“We have learned some lessons today, haven’t we?” he questioned.

“You were brought here to learn your place and learn to be more obedient to Daddy."

"We all know that you like to test limits. The lessons learned here are to be carried beyond this room otherwise I am wasting my time. Do you want me to waste my time?”

“No Sir,” I replied.

“Good girl. Now repeat to me what I have said and what you have learned here today.”

“That I am to take the lessons here and apply them in the world outside this room. That I am to learn to be more obedient to Daddy.”

“Good girl,” he crooned.

I was then sent on my hands and knees to retrieve a warm wash cloth and carry it back in my mouth. I was then directed to remove his condom full of his seed and clean his cock and balls with the cloth. I was made to repeat the whole process for Daddy minus the removal of a condom.

I was then sent to retrieve the dildo still stuck on the mirror. I couldn’t bring myself to put it in my mouth and attempted to crawl with it in my hand.

“Is that how you are to bring things to me?” he asked.

“No Sir,” I responded as I gripped it in my mouth.

When I returned to kneel before him my bottom was caned as he chided, “I gave you two examples of how you are to bring things to me and you made a conscious choice not to do it, didn’t you?”

“Yes Sir. I’m sorry Sir. I’ll do better Sir,” I responded as the cane dealt its discipline.

I was then sent to fetch various other things with my mouth and generally tidy up the room.

I then dressed him as I knelt before him... I placed his underwear on him which I had retrived with my mouth, his shorts, and his belt.

By far the worst thing I was made to retrieve with my mouth were his shoes and socks. I hesitated over them, horrified at the notion of putting them in my mouth, but too spent to endure much more punishment so I complied and carried each sock and each shoe to him in my mouth. When I had fully dressed him, I placed each sock and shoe on his foot and tied them.

He then sent me to retrieve my dress at which Jay stopped him saying he was not done with me and wanted me naked.

Headmaster again sternly reminded me this was just the first of our lessons. I was to take what I learned beyond just today’s session. Future sessions would increase in intensity, most especially in the discipline dealt for disobedience.

"Yes Sir,” I replied humbly.

After he and Jay shook hands, he left and Jay and I were alone in the room. My dearest Jay laid me back on the bed and sunk his hard cock into me. We fucked with our own particular rhythm, his cock rubbing just the right places inside me until he came with a moan, warm, wet and familiar inside me.

Jay and I have embarked on a new world of sex and discipline which is exciting to each of us. Much has happened in the week since this particular session which I am eager to share with you in upcoming posts.

Lust

She knelt between his legs, the carpeting rough on her knees, her dress tossed to the floor beside her where he had carelessly tossed it shortly after they entered the hotel room. His lips had hungrily sought hers as he took her breasts in each hand, drawing a small moan from her. She had greedily pulled his shirt over his head, desperate for the sensation of his skin against hers.

Theirs had been such a long, uncertain wait culminating in this angry, animal desire to devour each other. Now she knelt in front of him, feeling the taut muscles of his thighs under her hands as she gazed up at him. She kissed the bare skin of his belly, tracing circles around his navel with her tongue until he placed his hand on the top of her head and shoved her down, knocking her off balance, her head grazing the wall as she fell.

He advanced towards her as she righted herself against the wall, his green eyes shining with lust and unfulfilled desire. He slapped her in the face with his cock…once…twice…three times before he guided it into her waiting mouth.

She took him balls deep as he groaned his pleasure into the silence of the room. Her warm, tight mouth sucked up and down the length of his shaft, pausing at the head to swirl her tongue around the salty precum gathering there.

Her own sex pulsed and gushed between her legs as she pleasured him. Her need to have him inside her was strong, however her desire to please him was overwhelmingly stronger.

She cupped his tight balls as she stroked his wet rigid cock. He pumped his hips at her, tossing her back against the wall, her head bouncing off the hard surface with each thrust as she gagged on his swollen cock. She gripped his ass feeling the muscles there tighten as his hot, delicious cum began to flow into her mouth. She swallowed eagerly, loving the taste of him as he released into her mouth. When he was still, she gently cleaned him with her tongue, wanting to lap up every precious drop of fluid. She looked up at him as she did this their eyes locked with a mixture of desire and need.

He gripped her under the arms and lifted her to his waiting mouth, tongues swirling together as he led her to the empty bed. The weight of his body on hers increased her arousal to a nearly unbearable level. She wanted this so badly. She had been such a good, patient girl, and here was her just reward.

She could no longer control her own body, could no longer stem the rising tide of desire. She came almost as soon as he entered her, her cunt clamping down on him with such force it took her breath away. She writhed and cried out underneath him as her orgasm ripped through her. When it was over, she clung to him, her legs wrapped tightly around his hips, trembling as her whole body tingled and throbbed with their deed.

When she finally stilled, he rolled off of her, planted a kiss on her cheek, and chuckled, “Let’s do that all over again in about 20 minutes!”

A Romantic/Naughty Anniversary Celebration

Jay and I went out last night to celebrate our 10th anniversary. We exchanged gifts before going out to dinner. Since the theme of the evening was reliving our first date, I had procured for Jay a newspaper of the very same date of our first date in 1998. I received something much more spectacular than that from him. I received beautiful emerald earrings which are my favorite stone in addition to a pair of sexy, sassy panties from Victoria’s Secret as well as roses delivered to work last week on our actual anniversary. Jay felt the 10th was sort of a milestone, and wanted to make it special.

We started out our evening at the same restaurant where we had our very first date. Actually, the very same location had closed so we had to go to another location, not quite exactly the same, but close enough. After we made a pact to stop discussing our frustrations with our son (he is 16 years old and has problems with being responsible, and seemingly can retain none of the instructions he is given past a 5 minute window of time…ah the mysterious workings of the male teenage brain…ha, ha!), we had a very nice romantic meal.

Jay managed to snap this picture underneath the dinner table of my new panties...



And another as we were getting into the car...



From there we headed to the very same bookstore to which Jay took me after our first meal together. I knew I was in love when he took me to the bookstore on our first date…to find someone who enjoyed books and reading as much as I did was incredibly romantic to me. Not only did he enjoy books, he enjoyed many of the same books I did….most notably the Anne Rice vampire series. Our first date involved Jay standing behind me as I perused the bookshelves, kissing the back of my neck, and running his hand under my dress while I tried to pretend it wasn’t turning me on and making me incredibly wet.

The re-enactment date went a bit further than that. I was feeling especially adventurous last night. Jay checked the men’s room and signaled me when the coast was clear. I scurried inside and locked us into the largest stall. From there I proceeded to squat down, unzip Jay and take his cock in my mouth. Before long I had my dress and bra off leaving me in only my new white panties while sucking Jay’s cock. He forced me to my knees on the dirty bathroom floor and snapped this photo of me facing the filthy toilet...



I then continued to lick and suck his cock while still on my knees on the filthy bathroom floor, reveling in being Daddy's whore...



We were interrupted several times by restroom patrons at which time I froze, trying to hide the evidence of my obviously female feet behind a small portion of the stall. At one point, there was a man in the stall right next to us, and Jay had me stand up and bend over so he could finger me while this guy went about his business right next to us.

Eventually after 20 minutes or so of fun, we decided we should probably get out of there. Jay walked out of the stall first, while I remained locked in, and of course two men walked in at about the same damn time!! Jay took his time washing and drying his hands, but eventually had to leave the restroom. I was trapped there alone in the restroom while these two men went about their business. I have to admit there was something perversely exciting about being in the men’s room covertly listening to them take a pee while they were completely unaware. There was even a set of feet in the stall next to me that were large, clad in flip flops that I imagined might belong to someone tall and attractive. The two men did eventually leave as I peeped out through a crack in the stall door, waiting for Jay to signal me. When he did I scurried out as fast as possible, but not fast enough to prevent me exiting the men’s room at the same time a woman was exiting the ladies room! I was mortified, but at that point, really what the hell can you do? I glanced at her, smiled just slightly, and hurried away.

And that, dear reader, was how Jay and I celebrated our 10th wedding anniversary.

A Very Special Birthday

Today is my... gasp, dare I say it...40th BIRTHDAY! I will admit to being more than a little bothered by it. 30 was great for me. Jay and I were planning our wedding which was to take place in July, and I was perfectly fine with leaving my 20's behind. 40, however has been another story. I feel, well, old...grey hairs are cropping up all over my head, I'm pretty sure my eyes are starting to go as I find myself squinting at my work lately, and I'm starting to feel aches and pains I never felt before.

However, I have decided to just go with it. I mean really, it's just a number, and my body will age whether I like it or not, so I might as well sit back and enjoy the ride. I still have so many cool things ahead of me, and I'm not dead yet, ha,ha!

It has been really a wonderful birthday!! I'll go ahead with the part you are most interested in first...the sex!! The children spent the night with their grandparents last night. Jay and I had hoped to visit the aforementioned BDSM club as they were having some sort of demonstration and free play night, however Mother Nature came calling, and we decided it was best tabled for another time.

This did not, however, prevent us from watching a little porn together until I was good and worked up and ready to suck Jay's cock. We had the freedom to do this in the den in broad daylight even! I got naked for him, save for my sexy new black, patent leather heels, bent over him with one knee on the sofa so my breasts were in full view, and swaying for him while I sucked and licked up and down his shaft. I sucked and slurped for a while, then let him pump his cock for me as I licked and sucked his balls, until he began to make his "noise" which meant I had better get his cock in my mouth before he blew. He came hard and hot and yummy in my mouth as he pumped his hips at me, and shoved my head further down his shaft.

After this, we went upstairs so he could present my "naughty" birthday present which he had obained from our dear Shelly at Shelly's Toybox. It was a beautiful little black paddle with a heart shape cut out. I have been wanting one for ever so long. I'll provide you pics and a little mini review with my next toy review.

I had no idea, however, what a stinging whallop this little thing packed! Jay had me bend over the bed naked to take my birthday spanking. I was to count out each of my 40 licks by calling out, "1, Daddy...2, Daddy." I was delighted by this little game at first. However, the licks soon came harder and harder, and I realized that damn paddle wasn't as sweeet as it looked. As we came to 15 or so, I began to squirm away from him, dreading the next blow.

As we got to the mid 20's, Jay began to fuck with me. He would ask me, "How many was that, 20?" and I would call out, "NO! 25, Daddy!" He did this to me several times, and seemed to be enjoying it quite a bit.

When we got to 29 I called out, "29, Daddy. God, I wish I was 30!" I am pretty sure I heard him chuckle behind me.

By this time, the paddling was so intense, I could feel the heat rising from my bottom, and my body was actually covered in a light sheen of sweat as I struggled to endure the next 10 blows.

When we got to 39, I was so relieved. He smacked me good, and I called out, "40, that's 40 Daddy," rising up overjoyed only to be shoved back down and told, "You need one to grow on little girl." I groaned as I submitted my bottom for one more to grow on.

Jay then took the opportunity to play with the flogger in our child free home. That actually felt much more erotic and a little less painful than the paddle. I was writhing around on the bed, moaning for more as he flogged my bottom and back.

I do have some pictures of my nice, rosy bottom to share with you, however, I am just too damn lazy to download them from the camera right now. I think perhaps I will actually do an HNT this week and shared them with you.

I also got some really great presents for my birthday and Mother's Day. I got flowers sent to me at work on Friday from Jay and the kids. Today I received homemade gifts from both children...my daughter made a #1 Mom magnet with her picture in the middle, and my 16 year old son wrote about me in German which he read and translated for me. I also got a cool book about what was going on in the world the year I was born...1970. I also got a Wii Fit which I had told Jay I would like for my birthday.

However, by far my best present, was a twist of fate....in the right place at the wrong time sort of thing. We took one of our dogs to be groomed last Sunday. The pet adoption people were there as they are every weekend. Normally we will look and every now and then see a really cute dog, however, I am always in agreement with Jay that we already have 3 dogs and that is enough. This particular day, I find Jay holding the cutest damn chihuahua I have ever seen. I have always wanted a chihuahua, and have been bugging Jay about one for years. My daughter and I immediately fell in love with her. Long story short, it took my daughter and I about 24 hours to wear him down, but wear him down, we finally did!! I now have the cutest, sweetest, most lovable little girl chihuahua as my 40th birthday present!!

Unexpected Domination

Sunday morning found me sucking Jay's cock to pleasure him while my monthly visitor did her "thing." I was siting beside him in the bed, bent over him, my back to him as I voraciously sucked his stiff cock. I paused every now and then to lick and suck his deliciously smooth balls;moved back to slurp and suck his cock as I squeezed and stroked cock and balls at the same time while my pussy pulsed with excitement. As I worked his cock, he held my hair out of my face for me so that I could more fully focus my attention on his pleasure.

Suddenly, without warning, he gripped that handful of hair and flung me on my back onto my pillow. It was such an unexpeced, forceful, dominant act. In a word... it was HOT. I am still thinking of it today.

He simply wanted to look at my naked body as he stroked himself. When he was at the edge of orgasm, he shoved me back down onto his cock in order to receive his gift into my mouth.

Interviewing Katy, Conclusion

I'm happy to give you the rest of my Katy Perry fantasy this morning. I hope my readers enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed creating it.

With that Katy beckoned the cameraman over to them as both girls stripped down to their panties.

Both girls kneeled in front of him, helping him to unfasten his belt, unbutton his pants and pull them down to his ankles. His cock bobbed free in front of him.

The girls licked their lips as they took it in. Katy reached out to take it in her hand, squeeze it, and watch the precum glisten on the tip. She turned to kiss the reporter as she began to pump the cameraman’s cock in her hand.

The young reporter soon leaned over to suck her cameraman’s cock into her mouth. She sucked the head before running her tongue along the underside of the shaft as he shuddered with pleasure.

Katy reached down to squeeze the girl’s swaying breasts as she worked her mouth up and down the cameraman’s cock. When she tired, the girl came up for air, stroking the cameraman’s cock as Katy’s tongue entered her mouth again.

Katy took over for the reporter, working the cameraman’s cock to the back of her throat and gagging as he pumped in and out. Both the reporter and cameraman derived great pleasure from the sight of Katy’s heavy breasts swaying back and forth as she allowed her mouth to be fucked.

As the cameraman became unbearably excited, Katy allowed him to slip free of her mouth, both girl’s eagerly awaiting his gift. They kneeled before him, tongues dancing together at the tip of his cock as he stroked himself. The first spurts of cum landed on Katy’s beautiful breasts before he aimed the rest of his offering at the girl’s lips and face.

Katy leaned over to lick the sticky cum from the girl’s lips as wetness began to trickle down the inside of the girl’s thighs. The girl soon had Katy bent over the judge’s desk as she bent down to lick her cameraman’s cum from her firm, round tits. The girl’s hand found its way between Katy’s legs to her wet, little cunt. She slid a finger inside as Katy moaned her pleasure.

The reporter kissed and licked her way to Katy’s warm, inviting sex. She breathed in the scent of her arousal before licking her pussy up one side of each pink, wet lip. Katy gasped and shoved the girl’s head into her crotch. Her tongue soon found it‘s way to the hard nub of her clit as she fucked her hole with her finger. Moisture began to drip into Katy’s tight little ass cheeks as her arousal mounted.

The cameraman stroked his rock hard cock as he took in the sights before him…Katy splayed out on the judge’s desk, her legs thrown over the reporter’s shoulders as her head moved expertly between Katy’s legs. Katy squeezed and kneaded her own magnificent breasts as she moaned for more from the girl. It was all the cameraman could do not to blow again right there in his own hand.

Katy’s moans soon increased in intensity as the reporter circled her tongue ever more urgently around her engorged clit. She felt a rush of cum along her fingers, and Katy began to scream as her cunt clamped down in orgasm around the girl’s finger. Katy reached down and crushed the girl’s face to her pussy, as her body tensed and released with orgasmic pleasure.

When Katy’s orgasm had subsided, the reporter turned to her cameraman and kissed him long and slow, pulling back to whisper, “Doesn’t she taste wonderful?”

“Mmmmmm, just like honey,” came his husky reply.

The reporter reached out, took his cock in her hand and led him to Katy lying prostrate on the judge’s table. She guided his cock to her still slippery hole, and watched as he slid inside with a grunt as Katy squealed with pleasure.

The reporter sucked Katy’s breast into her mouth, her finger deftly circling Katy’s clit as the cameraman fucked her tight hole.

“Does that feel good, baby?” the girl moaned into Katy’s mouth.

“God, yes. His cock is so big,” she whispered.

“Fuck her harder,” the reporter directed her cameraman.

He fucked her until the judge’s desk shook with his efforts, Katy’s tiny body bouncing up and down against the desk as she writhed and moaned.

“That’s it honey. Let it go…cum on his cock,” the girl encouraged as Katy’s head lolled back, her breath coming in ragged gasps.

The cameraman soon threw his head back and groaned, “Oh fuck, I can feel her cumming,” as he released himself inside her while she pulsed around his shaft.

When the orgasms subsided, they all collapsed in a sweaty heap on the judge’s table giggling and a little embarrassed about what they had just done and where they had done it.

When they were all properly dressed once again, Katy shook the young reporter’s hand, and thanked her for the most stimulating interview she had ever been a part of.

My New Girl Crush

Did anyone see Katy Perry on American Idol last night? She's been on my radar ever since "I Kissed a Girl", but holy boobies, Batman...she's smokin' HOT!

I watched her last night with her ample cleavage, and I just wanted to lick her all over. I'd like to start by kissing her full,red lips. I'd watch her close her eyes, part her lips and sigh softly for me as she awaited my kiss. Our lips would meet just a moment before my tongue slid gently into her mouth. She would place her hand on the back of my head, pulling me closer and whisper,"Yes, more," as my hand found its way to the soft orbs of her breasts.

I would cup her beautiful breasts in my hands, rolling her nipples this way and that as they grew hard and erect beneath my fingers. My tongue would travel from her lips down her neck to those pink, erect nipples. It would flick over the delicate skin there just before sucking her flesh into my mouth. She would let out a little moan of delight as I began to suckle her. I would bury my face between her breasts, squeezing them to each side of my face as I licked her sternum.

My hand would travel down between her legs to find she was moist as she parted her legs wide for me, inviting me to play there. My tongue would wander further south to her navel. I don't know if she has a pierced navel, but in this fantasy she would. I would lick circles around her cute little belly button while furtively sliding a finger inside her slippery hole.

She would gasp and arch her back as my tongue found her clit while my finger remained inside her. I've never tasted a woman before I imagine she would taste like ambrosia. My tongue would leap from my mouth ever more ugently circling her clit as her hips began to gyrate above me.

Her hands would entangle in my hair as my hands sought out her breasts, kneading and pinching the nipples to increase her pleasure. Soon her sweet little voice would cry out, "Oh, oh, oh," and her warm juices would flood my mouth as she came.

Ah yes, I've had some very dirty thoughts about voluptuous little Ms. Katy Perry today!

Fuck My Mouth

I took a much needed mental health day last Wedneday, and it was everything I thought it could be!! I slept in, I drank coffee and read blogs in a leisurely manner, I watched a movie*, I took a nap, oh and I took some photos for Jay that I am excited to share with you soon.

Let's just say I was good and warmed up for Jay by the time the evening rolled around. After proudly presenting my pictures and video to him, I locked the bedroom door. We began to kiss, our tongues delicately dancing in each other's mouth's. His hand went under my shirt to twist my nipples. The shirt and pants soon came off. My nipple went into his mouth, between his teeth.

"Pull it out," he murmured.

I did as I was told and audibly gasped with the sharp sensation of his teeth releasing my nipple.

I laid on my back, suggesting that he might want to fuck my mouth. I was hungry for it. I squirmed around as he mounted me;opened my mouth wide as his cock slid down my throat. He pushed all the way to the back of my throat as my tongue circled the base of his shaft, his pubic hairs tickling my face, his wonderful scent filling my nostrils. He pulled out, and shoved his balls in my face. I licked and sucked them, as he guided my hand down to my ass, shoving my finger in my asshole as he wanted.

And then that wonderful man gripped my hair in his hands, raised my head up by the handful of hair and began to fuck my mouth as I shoved my finger deep into my ass. I sucked and licked trying very hard to please. He rubbed his cock all over my mouth and face as I kissed his inner thighs.

He then lubed his cock up, moved down between my legs, spread them wide with one leg thrown over his shoulder, and stroked himself as he watched me finger my ass while rubbing my clit.

I began to fear I was not going to get a faceful of cum which was my heart's desire this particular evening. So I squirmed down until my face was beneath his cock again, my finger still buried in my ass, my clit growing harder and coated in my own juices. I rubbed it faster and faster, the sound of his cock slipping in and out of his hand right next to my ear sending me into a frenzy of ectasy.

"You're gonna make me cum," I grunted out between clenched teeth just before I began to pulse in orgasm.

He responded by shooting all over my face and hair, hot, sticky and wet. I stuck out my tongue to lick up what I could reach, before turning my head to gently lick his still throbbing cock.

He collapsed beside me on the bed. I reached out to gently take his softening cock in my hand, just holding it, my face still dripping with his cum as we came back down from the high.

Somehow or other cum managed to drip into my eye before I went to clean myself up. Are you aware that cum in the eye stings? Are you further aware that cum in the eye makes one's eye bloodshot for hours? I would recommend avoiding cum in the eye if at all possible...hehehe!


* For anyone who may be interested, the movie I watched was Seven Pounds with Will Smith. I had never heard of this movie until I came across it surfing channels. It is one of those rare gems I always feel so pleased with myself for finding. If you are looking for funny Will Smith or action hero Will Smith, this is not your movie. He gave however, one of the most authentic, moving performances I have ever witnessed. I dont want to reveal too much of the plot as the movie unfolds piece by piece, never revealing the full story until the last 15 minutes or so of the film. I will say it tells the story of a man in despair searching for redemption. I marveled at how he managed to carry such a genuine look of despair on his face for the entire film. It reminded me that acting truely can be an art evoking the full range of human emotions. For anyone who has seen the film, I would love to know what you thought of it.

Unexpected

I got up at my usual 5 am this morning, went for a run, came home, made sure our son was up and getting ready for school, laid him some breakfast out on the table, gave him a hug and told him to have a good day, took my coffee to the bathroom, took a shower, got dressed and was ready to leave for work as is my normal morning routine.

I made my way in the darkness of the bedroom to the side of the bed as usual to kiss Jay good bye. As I kissed him, he guided my hand down to his crotch where I discovered that he was hard as a rock!! I whispered to him that I really wished I could crawl back into bed with him to which he replied, "Kiss it."

God help me, I just couldn't resist a cock that hard!! I pushed the covers back, leaned down and kissed his cock. It was so amazingly hard that I soon had my lips wrapped around the head. My mouth sucked him in, traveling the length of his shaft until I had swallowed him completely. My head was soon bobbing up and down as he moved his hips to meet me, fucking my mouth. In no more than 3 or 4 minutes he was flooding my mouth with his delicious cum.

There was no time for any more than this if I wanted any hope of making it to work on time this morning. So I headed off to work with a very wet, achingly swollen pussy, and one very happy husband. What a way to start a Friday!!

Fun in the Porn Store Viewing Booth

Jay and I had a decidedly unboring evening last night!! It rained again yesterday and we were cooped up in the house with a stir crazy 6 year old for the majority of the day. Jay and I were positively giddy when we finally got her to sleep at day's end. We decided to leave our 15 year old home with her for a couple of hours while we embarked on a little "adventure" Jay has been wanting for some time now.

He read online of an adult store downtown that offers "viewing booths" allowing their customers to "preview" the movies they have for sale. Jay had planned for us to embark on this adventure Friday evening while our daughter was at a sleep over, however I was so exhausted after a day of work and getting the little one where she needed to be, that I just couldn't do it. To which he replied that we could simply have her brother watch her on Saturday night and embark on our little adventure then.

I made mention in my last post that I doubt sometimes that Jay is entirely into dominating me. That is not an entirely accurate statement. Where we run into problems are those instances when he wants to dominate me in a way with which I am not entirely comfortable. When he is spanking me or choking me or tieing me up, I am his perfect little submissive, however when he wants me to step outside of my comfort zone and do something that might involve some sort of exposure or potential humiliation in public, I balk. I've been working very hard to bend my will completely to his. It's hard... very hard. However, I feel the rewards could be great.

So I spent most of Saturday going back in forth in my head on whether or not I could take the leap of faith and accompany him to the porn store Saturday evening. I came up with every excuse in the book not to go...it was raining, it was too late, the place might be closed, etc, etc. In the end, I am happy to report that I chose to submit to Jay's desire.

We found the place quite easily. It was a little hole in the wall place, and I had my doubts as we went in. We browsed about for a moment or two before am employee approached to ask if he could help us. I couldn't help but notice that I found him mildly attractive. He was a bit too skinny for my taste, but dark haired and altogether appealing to me. Jay proceeds to explain to him that we understand they have viewing booths where we can preview their movies, to which the employee inquires what our tastes are. Jay proceeds to tell this guy that I am into BDSM at which I blush and lower my eyes ( I could barely meet his eyes at all anyway, so overwhelming was my embarrasment at being there). "It's ok if you are. I see the sign." he replies as he points to my choker bearing the BDSM enblem which only served to deepen my embarrasment.

We chose a movie to our liking, paid $10 to "preview" it, and were directed to our booth. The booth was about 3x3 feet, contained a stool, a monitor in the wall for viewing with fastforward and volume control, and a trash can containing all manner of tissues (Ewww!) I sat on the stool trying not to think of who had been there before me, and what they had been doing.

I began to loosen up a bit once the movie got going depicting a slave girl being disciplined by two dominatrixes. One domina rubbed the girl's naked little pussy as she kneeled while the other pulled her head back by the hair and spanked her quivering little breasts. I found myself spreading my legs, bracing my feet against the wall and rubbing my clit as I watched. Jay unhooked my bra and pulled my shirt up to pinch my nipples as I rubbed myself. He urged me to take my bra off which I resisted for several minutes before finally giving in. As my excitement mounted I removed my bra and shirt for him.

The movie progressed to the slave girl being shackled at ankles and wrists as her two dominatrixes circled her with whips while she writhed in ectasy. My pussy grew wet and swollen as I rubbed my hard clit faster and faster. My breath began to come in gasps. Jay encouraged me to "let it out" as I came, but I simply could not. I clamped my lips shut tightly together as I came on my hand.

I quickly kneeled in front of him and took his hard cock in my mouth. I took him all the way to the back of my throat as my pussy continued to pulse. My head bobbed up and down as I stroked his balls and sucked his rock hard cock. He moaned above me as I snuck glances at the movie.

He removed his shorts as I stood back up. We jostled about in the little booth trying to find a position that would allow us to fuck. I finally settled back on the stool, my legs thrown over his shoulders as he entered me. I moaned softly as he began to thrust inside me. My hand found it's way down to my clit again which was slippery with my arousal. Jay again urged me to vocalize, which I still could not do. He slapped my thigh loudly a couple of times at which I began to giggle. His thrusts came harder and faster. My head was thrown back against the wall, the stool squeaked against the floor as I thrust my hips out to meet him. Soon Jay was emptying himself inside me as we both gasped and moaned inside the little booth behind the porn store.

Jay, ever the deviant shutterbug, actually manged to snap a few pictures with his cell phone during our little interlude. I have posted the picure below for your enjoyment depicting my leg bracing against the wall as I fingered myself to orgasm.

The Secretary's Mistake, Pt. 1

It had been a long busy day. The secretary had worked diligently to complete an important document for her boss by the close of business. She was wearily gathering her things, and preparing to leave when her boss asked her to step into his office for a moment.

She had always found him attractive which made her slightly nervous in his presence. Today was even worse as he was dressed for his business engagement later that evening...starched white shirt, blue tie, black suspenders, dress pants. She nearly swooned each time she went into his office today.

As soon as she stepped over the threshhold to his office, he slapped her completed report down on his desk and asked,

"Do you know what this is, Mrs. Sparks?"

"Yes, sir. It is your report I just finished for you this afternoon," she replied, nervously shifting from one foot to the other.

"This, Mrs. Sparks, is a piece of crap! This is the worst excuse for accuracy I have ever seen," he bellowed.

"I, I'm s-s-sorry, Sir", she stammered, on the verge of tears.

She reached for the report, promising, "I'll take it to my desk and correct it right now."

" Mrs. Sparks, this report is so full of errors and mistakes, you cant possibly correct it by the time I am to present it to the investors at 8 o'clock tonight. The way I see it, you have two options....."

She waited expectantly for her two choices.

" You may either stay late every night for the next week correcting the report for the meeting I will now have to reschedule. I doubt your husband will like that very much, now will he, Mrs. Sparks?"

She slowly shook her head no, feeling a bit apprehensive.

"Or.....you can stay late tonight and take your punishment like the good little girl I know you are."

She stood staring at him, his meaning slowly dawning on her.

"Well, Mrs. Sparks, which is it going to be?"

She paused a moment before slowly turning to close and lock his door.

"That's a good girl. I knew you would make the right choice for yourself."

"Come here and stand in front of me," he directed.

She complied obediently.He ran his hands up the sides of her thighs, underneath her skirt as she stood there. She could see a bulge forming in his pants. She tried not to notice. She tried not to think about anything right at this moment.

He took her hand and gently tugged at her while patting his lap.

"Go on, Mrs. Sparks, you know what you need to do."

She meekly laid herself across his lap. Let out a small gasp, when he lifted her skirt and pulled her white, satin panties down around her knees.

"Such a sweet little ass," he murmered as he rubbed.

She heard him fumbling around in his pen caddy on his desk. Then felt the sharp sting of the ruler he had removed from it.

" Such a shame you require such discipline, Mrs. Sparks."

"Yes, Mr. Johnson, yes," she replied softly.

Alarmed that she felt herself growing a little wet with each sting of the ruler.

Without warning, his hand slapped down on her. She jumped and cried out.He continued to slap, over and over, harder and harder until she was squirming around on his lap, his erection poking into her middle.

"Please, Mr. Johnson, I'll work harder. I'll do better, I promise, Sir."

"I know you will, dear. I'm going to see to that." he cooed as he gently rubbed her bright red ass before pulling her panties back up.

"Why dont you start by getting under my desk, and showing me what a good worker you are, sweetheart."

She crawled under his desk, and waited for her instructions.

"Take your blouse off for me, dear," he whispered softly.

She slowly undid the buttons of her blouse, her hands shaking a little, her pussy disturbingly wet.When she had removed the blouse, she looked up at him expectantly.

"Come here," he beckoned as he pulled her up to her knees in front of him.He kissed her softly as he reached around her, unhooked her bra and let it fall to the floor.

He took her pink, hard nipples between his fingers and twisted viciously. She gasped, arched her back, and felt a gush of wetness between her legs even as he hissed,

"That's just a reminder of why you're here, dear. You are here because you are such an incompetant slut."

With that, he stood up and shoved her back under the desk, her head banging painfully against it.She watched as he pulled down his black suspenders, unbuckled his belt, unzipped his pants, pulled them down to his ankles, and sat back down in the chair.His cock stood large and throbbing, as he beckoned her,

"Come here and show me what good work you do, angel"

She cautiously crept from under the desk, to take him in her mouth.He groaned as her lips wrapped around him. She slowly worked his full length to the back of her throat, relaxing her throat as she had taught herself to do to accomodate his large cock. Her head began to bob up and down as her tongue circled his shaft. She could taste his excitement as it oozed from the tip of his cock which caused a throbbing pleasure to build between her legs. She looked up at him, wanting to enjoy the expression of pleasure her work must surely be causing on his face, only to have him roughly slap her face, barking,

"Keep your eyes down, whore. Focus on your work."

She sucked faster and harder, her hands twisting up and down his wet member. He thrust his hips at her, her hand banging against the desktop as he did so, urging his cock deeper and deeper into her throat until he released with a loud groan, his hot load spilling down the back of her throat. She swallowed greedily, silently noting the wetness that was now drenching her panties and seeping down the insides of her thighs.

"Stand up, dear. I'm not quite through with your lesson today."

His Submissive Slut

Here she was again in the cramped, dingy little bathroom at the back of the local mall simply because he had desired her to be. This time her humiliation was compounded by his instruction to wear her formal collar, the one with the large O-ring attached. She walked briskly through the mall, her eyes cast down to avoid witnessing the inevitable pointing and staring as she encountered mall patrons with her braless breasts swaying heavily under her tight, white T shirt, short pleated skirt barely covering her ass, pigtails bobbing on either side of her head, 4 inch black patent leather Mary Janes, and formal collar marking her as someone’s toy.

She let herself into the designated meeting place with a sigh of relief as she sequestered herself from the brutal public scrutiny. She waited only seconds before he locked the door behind him as he joined her.

“That’s Daddy’s good girl,” he crooned as he patted her head.

“Yes, Daddy,” she whispered, fighting back the scalding hot tears of humiliation.

“What’s this? Is Daddy’s little girl crying?” he asked with concern.

“No, nnno Sir,” she stammered.

“Don’t lie to me. I can clearly see that you are you snot nosed little brat,” he spat at her.

“Why don’t I just give you something to cry about slut,” he threatened as he shoved her roughly around to face the sink, her head slamming into the mirror on the wall.

She heard his belt being removed from his pants seconds before he ripped her skirt from her waist and dealt the first blow to her naked, vulnerable ass.

A small cry escaped her lips before he jerked her head back by her pigtails, wrapped his hands around her throat and snarled,

“Scream again slut, I dare you.”

He went back to work on her ass with small, sharp blows of the belt designed to cause the most pain with the least amount of sound.

The tears rolled silently down her face as her ass began to burn and swell with his attentions.

When she began to sweat and trembled in agony, he relented. His hands caressed her abused buttocks lovingly as she moaned softly under his touch.

He pressed his body against hers, his hardened cock poking against the fly of his pants as he whispered into her ear,

“Daddy’s baby makes him so hot. Can you feel how much you turn Daddy on sweetheart?”

“Yes Sir,” she breathed.

“Do what you do best, baby. Help Daddy cum,” he directed.

She immediately kneeled in front of him, legs spread wide to reveal her glistening pussy as she unzipped his fly and took his throbbing cock in her wet little mouth.

She ran her tongue down the underside of his shaft, and circled the thick head with her tongue before plunging him to the back of her throat.

“Mmm, fuck, I love that nasty little mouth of yours,” he moaned.

She sucked and gulped, her nipples erect and bouncing up and down underneath her white T shirt, her hand twisting up and down his shaft, her pussy juices flowing freely now down the insides of her thighs.

As his cock pulsed even bigger and harder in her mouth, she shoved a finger in his ass as her head bobbed faster and harder up and down his shaft. He thrust his hips violently at her as he approached orgasm, his cock popping free of her mouth as he began to spurt all over her chest.

“FUCKING BITCH,” he screamed as he desperately sought entry into her mouth again.

She quickly slurped him back in as he emptied himself into her mouth, his asshole pulsing around her finger, cum dribbling down her chin, her body trembling in anticipation of what consequence she faced for the transgression of letting him slip from her mouth.

When his release was complete, he grabbed her by the hair, shoved her onto all fours, removed her leash from his pocket and attached it to her collar.

“What a careless little cunt you are,” he admonished as he led her across the filthy floor on all fours to the toilet.

“Get in there,” he grunted as he shoved her in the ass with the toe of his boot.

He lifted the toilet seat that loomed in front of her face, and ordered,

“Put your tongue on that rim like the dirty little cocksucker you are.”

Her mind reeled as she silently screamed “NO!” How could he ask this of her? How could she possibly comply with this order? How could she not? She belonged to him. Pleasing him was her only purpose.

She closed her eyes, and obeyed his order as her tongue touched the rim of the public toilet.

“That’s right, slut. Now lick it clean,” he directed.

She began to lick the shining, white rim and felt something within her psyche bend and give. She was awash in utter joy as she surrendered her will to this man. Her pussy began to pulse and drip with arousal as she demonstrated her devotion to him by running her tongue around the toilet rim.

"Yes, that’s a good girl,” he encouraged as he began to stroke his cock behind her.

He lowered himself to his knees behind her and buried his cock balls deep inside her drenched cunt in one swift thrust as she continued to lick the toilet.

His fingers mercifully found her hardened clit and began to circle it as his cock slipped easily in and out of her slippery cunt.

She braced herself against the toilet now, staring down into the watery bowl as her body bounced and jerked with his fucking.

She felt the warmth building between her legs as her own orgasm approached.

“Daddy, I’m going to cum” she warned between gritted teeth, desperately seeking his permission to let go.

“Yes, yes, cum for me, baby girl,” he moaned.

She moaned loudly, her face nearly inside the toilet bowl now as her pussy clamped down on his cock with the first spasms of orgasm.

He groaned fiercely behind her as she milked pleasure from his cock, his cum spurting into her hot and sticky.

When they were both spent, he gently lifted her from the floor, raised her downcast eyes to his with a hand on each side of her face, caressed her brow with his thumb, and kissed her long, slow and deep.

She was complete as his lover, his pet, his submissive.

The Poolboy's Education, Conclusion

He fixed his gaze on her shiny, wet cunt unsure if he could really be this fortunate. Fearful of making a wrong move as his cock swelled and pulsed against his belly.

"Well, what are you waiting for, you silly boy? I need to be fucked, NOW!," she commanded.

He grasped her hips and thrust himself balls deep inside her.

"Oooh, such a big fucking cock, dear. Mmmmm, such a good, good boy," she moaned as they rocked together.

"Ma'am, oh ma'am I'm sorry," he gasped as he came inside her.

She wheeled around, "You stupid, fucking little boy! What did you just do? Did you just cum in me?"

"Yes, ma'am," he replied shamefully, eyes cast down.

"What a worthless piece of shit you are," she spat at him as she removed her soiled bikini bottoms.

She approached him, pulled his chin down to open his mouth, stuffed the cum stained bottoms into his mouth, and bent him over the chaise lounge.

"You stupid little cunt. You WILL learn to control yourself," she shouted as she smacked his ass with the paddle over and over again.

"That's right, suck on your own filth, you little cunt," as she put all her strength into smacking his ass.

His red ass began to squirm away from her blows, as she watched his hands grip the chair in agony.

"Don't you squirm away from me, brat," she commanded as she abandoned the paddle in favor of her hand again for the intimate contact it afforded.

"If you would just learn to be a good boy, and do as you're told all this could be avoided," she soothed as her blows grew softer and slower.

She caressed his abused ass, it's heat seeping into the palm of her hand before flipping him onto his back.

She straddled his face there on the chaise lounge and lowered her cum filled pussy to his lips.

She ran her fingers through his hair and gently whispered, "Lick it, baby," as he eagerly sought her wet cunt.

He sucked her throbbing clit into his mouth as she arched her back and moaned her pleasure.

She ground her hips against his face, their combined juices coating his face.

"That's right, slut. Clean up your own mess," she spat at him as he eagerly licked at her open slit.

She pinched her erect nipples as he sucked hard at her pulsing clit, his own cock growing aroused once again.

"Fuck, boy. Fuck, that's it, make me cum," she screamed as she came all over his eager little face.

When it was done, she quickly dismounted him, and pulled him upright.

"I do hope you've learned something here today about how to treat your employer, dear," she chastised as she wrapped a robe about her.

"Now get the fuck out of my sight," she commanded as he hurried away, naked, cock still painfully hard, and ass marked with their encounter.

A Happy Ride

As I related in my last post, Jay and I enjoyed a nice weekend getaway last weekend filled with sex. One of our hottest encounters occured during the trip down. We had a 6 hour drive, with nothing but time together.

About 3 hours into the drive, Jay instructed me to reach into the bag in the back seat and take out the blindfold and the glass dildo. I was to lay my seat back, put the blindfold on, lift my dress, and fuck myself with the dildo. Like a good little girl, I did exactly as I was told.

My pussy was wet within seconds of placing the blindfold on. The smooth glass of the dildo slid easily into my warm cunt. Jay reached over to pull the top of my dress down to play with my nipples as I fucked myself harder and faster with the glass toy. I have no doubt numerous truckers along our route got quite the little show!

After quite some time of me moaning and writhing as I fucked myself, Jay instructed me to turn the toy around. Again, like a good little girl, I did as I was told. I rubbed the bulbous end against my asshole until I was able to slip just the tip inside. I continued to finger my clit as I slowly worked the toy into my asshole. My whole body tingled with lust as I fucked my ass with the toy and rubbed my hard, wet clit.

"Find somewhere to pull over," I moaned.

Not needing to be told twice, Jay pulled off at the next exit and drove us around in the middle of nowhere until he found a nice wooded area to hide us at the side of the road.

My dress was pulled over my head leaving me fully naked as I got out of the car, squatted in front of Jay, ass still plugged with the toy, and took his cock in my mouth. I licked and sucked as my pussy juices ran down the insides of my thighs.

Before I could finish him, Jay lifted me back up into the car and entered me. My tits bounced up and down as he fucked me fast and hard. Again, before he could finish, he jerked me back out of the car, on my knees in the dirt in front of him and ordered me to suck my cunt juices off him.

I sucked hard, moaning around his swollen cock, as our bodies began to bead with sweat, and mosquitos buzzed about us. I was soon rewarded with a mouthful of his hot, sweet cum. God but I love his taste.

What a perfect beginning to our weekend fuckfest!!!

Her Guest-Pt. 1

The following is entirely a work of fiction, but you never know what fantasies might be lived out in the near future!


Daddy had her naked with the exception of her black stilettos, on all fours, collared and leashed like the little toy she was. She snuck a furtive glance at their guest, sitting there in the corner, still in his uniform, waiting to be entertained by Daddy’s pet. Daddy bade her crawl to the bed with a quick tug on her leash He led her up onto the bed, her naked ass and pussy swaying gently in front of her audience. She waited silently for her discipline to begin.

Daddy’s hand met her ass with a resounding smack that echoed through the silent hotel room. It was followed by several more such blows as her ass began to smart with heat. Her mind’s eye painted a picture of what the guest in the corner must be witnessing…her ass marked with Daddy’s handprints, her back arched, curls flowing down her back. Her pussy twitched and grew wet with these thoughts.

Daddy slid a finger into her crotch, felt the wetness there, and growled.

“You like playing the little whore, do you?”

“Yes, Daddy,” came her respectful reply.

“Whores must be taught their place, mustn’t they?”

“Yes, Daddy,” came her reply again.

She felt the sharp sting of the paddle as Daddy bore it down on her ass, heard the pop it made as it met her skin. She tried very hard to bear his punishment in silence, but a small scream escaped her lips with the second blow. She gripped the sheets in her hands, buried her face in the pillows as she groaned out her pain while Daddy continued his relentless education with the paddle.

After some time, she felt hands soothing her burning ass. They were not Daddy’s hands. This fact alone caused her cunt to drip, her clit to stand at attention. She felt his lips kissing her abused bottom, a tongue slid between the folds of her cheeks. This same tongue traveled the length of her back, a hand brushing her hair aside, breath in her ear as he whispered,

“Your ass looks so pretty all marked and red, love.”

She heard the jingle of his belt as he removed it from his pants. Waited as he wrapped it once around his fist, then moaned deeply as he dealt his first blow. She felt it travel through her whole body and exit at her toes. Daddy rubbed her back and bent to whisper words of love and comfort to her as their guest continue his assault on her ass.

Sweat broke out along her body as she felt herself nearing her threshold of pain. Daddy now restrained her upper body, as she bucked and swayed her hips, attempting to escape the blows that rained down on her searing ass.

Just as she felt she must beg for mercy, she was released.

“On the floor and turn around,” Daddy ordered.

She found herself on the floor, kneeling in front of this man, his trousers unzipped, rock hard cock poking against his boxers.

“Look what you’ve done now, you little slut,” Daddy admonished.

“Get busy taking care of that for him,” he told her.

With trembling hands and engorged pussy, she pulled his trousers to his ankles, followed by the boxers. His cock oozed his excitement. She licked her lips in anticipation of tasting him.
He moaned softly as she took him in her mouth. She slowly swallowed his entire shaft, held him at the back of her throat a moment, before traveling back up. She circled his head with her tongue, before letting him pop free of her mouth. Her eager tongue slid down the underside of his shaft to his full balls. She buried her face in his balls, licking and sucking until he grabbed a handful of her hair and dragged her back up to the head of his cock.

He forced his cock to the back of her throat, gagging her as his hips thrust back and forth at her. She took long, succulent pulls on his cock enjoying the taste and smell of him. She felt his cock growing even fatter against her tongue, felt his precum flowing freely down the back of her throat.

With one final thrust, he exploded in her mouth, his cum warm and salty as it slid down her throat. His groans filling her ears as his orgasm crested and subsided.

Her eyes never left Daddy during the entire encounter, following his lead, searching for what pleased him. He signaled that she rise, then bent her at the waist, hands wrapped around her ankles...

A Return...Maybe?

Jay and I have shared a couple of hot encounters this week that I am pleased to share with you.

Tuesday night found us locked in our closet, TV on in the bedroom to muffle the smacking sounds. Obediently naked save for my shiny, black slut heels, I bent at the waist, gripping my ankles as Jay smacked my vulnerable ass with a resounding thwack. This is one of my favorite positions to be in for him. I feel particuarly obedient and vulnerable in this particular position. I imagine the vision I create for him, his eyes travelling from my ass, down the length of my legs to my sparkling red toes clad in his favorite heels, and I delight in the knowledge that this sight brings him great pleasure.

I moaned with that indescribable mixture of pain and pleasure I so desire as his hand met my ass over and over again. With delight, I soon felt the paddle meet my ass as he hissed at me that I had been such a bad girl. When he had had his fill of me in this way, he ordered me on my hands and knees between his legs as he towered over me.

He continued his welcome assault on my ass in earnest. The blows came harder and faster. I yelped from time to time, vowing that I would be a good girl, beginning to pant a little. As the blows continued I felt myself fading away to that place in which my brain begins to shut down, and I am nothing more than Daddy's submissive little slave aching to serve him. I did something in this special space that I had never done before. Kneeling there between Daddy's legs, I wrapped my hands around his ankles and kissed the top of each foot. I felt such a charge in this one simple act. I felt so utterly small, paying homage and respect to my Superior.

When he tired of spanking me which came much too soon for me, Daddy led me to the bedroom, laid me out spread eagle on the bed and fucked the living daylights out of me until we were mutually sated.

Skip forward a few days to Friday morning... Jay had left with the little one to drop her off at daycare while I hopped in the shower to get ready for work. I was feeling both ramped up and relaxed after my morning run... I'm pleased to report that I am up to 5 miles these days! This combination of feelings also had me feeling incredibly horny!! Jay returned home and made his way up to the bedroom just as I was about to apply my make up in the bathroom. He lay on the bed to watch some TV and chat with me as I finished getting ready. He was more than a little surprised to see me walk naked from the bathroom, kneel in front of him and unbuckle his belt.

I wanted his cock in my mouth more desperately than I have in a very long time. I began by sucking his soft cock into my mouth, working it with my tongue until it was satisfactorily hard. I shifted my attentions to his balls, stroking his shaft as I ran my tongue all over his firm, freshly washed balls. I could feel my pussy pulsing between my thighs. I knew without touching her that she was coated in wet juices. I snuck a finger down between my lips anyway, felt the wetness there and moaned around Jay's now rock hard cock. I licked my wet finger as I continued to work his pulsing shaft. I slowly took him all the way in, to the back of my throat and held him there a second until I sucked my way back up to the head, my tongue darting around the sensitive tip. I felt him swelling even more in my mouth as I sucked fast and hard, gagging periodically as his cock banged against the back of my throat.

When my desire reached an unbearable fever pitch, I groaned out that I needed to be fucked. He directed me first to put on a thong which I did hurridly, my need raging within me. I climbed onto the bed on my knees, my ass and pussy swaying before him. He gripped my hips, pulled the thong to one side and rubbed his cock against my swollen cunt. I swiveled my hips, pushed back against him and mewed my need for him. Finally, he plunged his cock into me, my pussy gushing all around him. I cried out with the intensity. This is often my favorite moment in sex...the instant when my gnawing need is satisfied, when his cock enters me for the first time and my world narrows to a pussy and a cock. My angel of a husband plunged into me over and over again as I fingered my pussy until I came loudly all over his cock.

As my orgasm subsided, he flipped me over onto my back, spread my legs out over his shoulders and plunged into me again. I bucked against him, unable to get enough of his cock moving inside me. I suddenly remembered that it would be best if he didn't cum in me. He is 3 weeks post vasectomy, and I have just gone off the pill. We've another 3 weeks to go before he can take a semen sample to his doctor which should confirm he is officially "shooting blanks." The fucking felt so good that I debated on whether to simply let him continue knowing we were probably both pretty unfertile at the moment, however the idea of risking an "accident" was simply too unpleasant to contemplate. I whispered between thrusts that he really shouldn't cum in me.

Without missing a beat, he pulled the lube from the bedside drawer, lubed my ass up, and thrust his cock into my asshole. I have rather come to enjoy this from time to time. It brings me to a whole new level of submission to be violated in such a manner. I obediently thrust two fingers inside my still dripping cunt as he forcefully fucked my asshole until he filled it with his warm, gooey liquid.

I was 30 minutes late to work Friday morning, but it was the best 30 minutes of the entire day. I've been feeling rather aroused lately. I've only been off the pill for about 3 days so I know that can't really be the cause, but I am hopeful that my recent surge in libido is a foreshadowing of things to come.

Making Daddy Wait-Part 3

When Daddy’s breathing returned to normal after his animal fucking of her, he pulled her up, removed her clothing until she was completely nude and led her to the bed. He bade her lie down for him as he applied the leather cuffs to wrists and ankles, securing each limb to the bed with black nylon rope. Her pussy was already tingling and wet again with anticipation.

He leaned down to whisper against her ear.

“Did you think I didn’t know that you came, you insolent little slut?” he crooned.

“Did you think I couldn’t feel that tight little pussy squeezing me over and over again?” he accused.

“What a pathetic, undisciplined little cunt you are. You can’t even control your own body,” he berated.

She watched as he got off the bed, and put his clothing back on. He wandered into the bathroom where she heard him relieve himself, heard the water running as he washed up.

He returned to her, leaned over the bed, and whispered again against her ear,

“I’m just going to leave you here to think about that while I get some dinner. When I need to cum again, I’ll be back.”

With that, he walked out of the room and left her there, naked and tied to the bed.

She fought back tears. She had failed her Daddy. He was angry with her. Would he ever return? What if he just left her here for the housekeeping crew to find the next morning? Worse, what if he didn’t love her anymore?

Minutes turned to hours as she waited. Her arms and legs ached, her hungry stomach grumbled, her anxiety increased with every passing minute. Finally, after 3 hours of waiting for him, as she began to doze off in spite of herself, Daddy mercifully returned.

Without a word, he undressed, climbed onto the bed, straddled her head and shoved his cock into her mouth.

“I need to cum again, slut,” he told her.

She worked frantically to please him, to absolve herself of her earlier transgression. She lifted her head, bobbing it up and down as her tongue smoothly circled his shaft. He pulled out of her mouth and presented her with his balls. She ran her tongue over them, spit dangling from her mouth before gently sucking each one into her mouth, kneading and probing with her tongue.

“That’s such a good girl,” Daddy encouraged as he slid his now rock hard cock back into her eager wet little mouth.

Her mouth formed an O around him as he slid to the back of her throat. He began to thrust, shoving himself down her throat as she gagged, eyes watering, but happy to be serving Daddy.

He braced himself against the headboard, thrusting into her open mouth harder and faster, his balls slapping her chin, her spit running out the corners of her mouth as she serviced him, the air around them filled with the sounds of her gagging on Daddy’s cock.

He was unstoppable, plunging into her mouth over and over again until she felt she couldn’t breathe, until her jaw ached, until she was desperate to escape. She attempted to turn her head, squirmed underneath him, helpless and bound.

He placed his knees on her shoulders, grabbed a fistful of hair, pinning her down, as she stared at him wide eyed, mouth full of cock.

“Don’t you move slut until I am finished with you,” he sneered as he fucked her face with all his might.

“You’re….not…done…until…Daddy…cums,” he grunted out between thrusts just as his hot, delicious cum filled her waiting mouth.

She watched as Daddy lost himself in cumming in her mouth. His handsome face went soft, his shoulders relaxed, his breath exited his chest in long moans as she worked her tongue around his head, swallowing every last drop of his precious elixir.

When he was finished using her, he lay beside her, his head nestled on her breasts...