The Beginning

There are so many wonderful blogs I have read and kept up with that gave me the strength to become comfortable with who I am. I would have liked to follow many from the beginning of the journey and that being the case I thought I should start mine from just that....the beginning. It took me a long time to get here but I am excited for what the future holds.


Sunday, February 26, 2012

Pain, pleasure & ownership

It started out with an email that went something like this:

You will BEG and Convince me my lil slut that you deserve it. I plan on fucking you and stopping, making you wetter and leaving you on the edge until you convince me that you should have it. I am your owner and I will hear "Please master I need it!"

If you have been with me from the beginning you may recall that name calling (lil slut) and the words Owner and Master were off the table as he did not feel comfortable with them. Oh how times they are a changing.

I rearranged my schedule so we could have some time. The moment he came in things were intense. The kissing was passionate, the whole while his hand firmly grabbed my hair directing me as he saw fit. Eventually he pulled my naked body to my knees as he commanded me to kneel before him and slid himself inside my mouth. I was eager to please and relished in the moment. After some time he sat down on the edge of the bed and I positioned myself on all fours to take him deeper. He firmly started hand spanking my left cheek which only added to my excitment. After what felt like a hundred hard slaps I lost myself. I let him slip out of my mouth as I started crawling up his body. My instincts telling me to crawl inside him. He grabbed a fistful of hair and put me back in position. I began licking his inner thighs and sucking his balls and soon felt the crop hitting the same already sore cheek. The sound of the leather whipping through the air and the sting of each landing making me want to please him more. I took one hand and started rubbing myself and was shocked to feel how wet I had become. Suddenly he pulls me off his cock by my hair and raises my head just a little so that my eyes meet his. I desperately want him back in my mouth and I can see him read the hunger in my eyes. He smiles down at me and I do beg for him to allow me more...eventually he lets my head drop to take him in again as he traces the welts on backside. I feel him reach for something and I both fear and crave the blows from the crop that I know are going to start again soon. To my surprise I feel the repititous thud of what I later learn is a wood paddle, but finally he shows me mercy and switches over to my untouched cheek. Everything is beginning to get hazy and before I know it I am bent over the bed as he enters me from behind so hard I yelp. The hand spanking starts again and soon I am lost in space and he is holding up my body as he thrusts and I push back to meet him until we both orgasm.

He then lays my shivering body on the bed on my stomach as he is stroking my hair. I hear him tell me my bottom is turning purple but I can only look at him and him with a smile and moan softly. Eventually I am able to talk and he starts spanking me again as he lay next to me. The instinct comes back and I scramble to get my body as close to his as possible. I eventually roll myself over and the crop is back in his hand. he playfully runs the leather up and down my torso while he sucks and bites my nipples. The touches are soft an I am moaning and then I feel the first (of many) swats on my inner thigh. I try to close my legs to avoid them but he just spreads my legs wider and gives me a look. The swats are slow and calculated as he waits between each one watching the pain register on my face. I once again try to close my legs until he pins me down with his own legs so that moving is no longer an option. Eventually the swats get faster and every few are landing either directly on my lips, clit or further down to that sensitive spot where one opening ends and another begins. The swats are hard and they hurt and just when its getting to be too much he turns the crop so the rod is parallel between my lips and my cheeks. I am so sore as he slides the rod up and down but I move my hips to the motion as pleasure takes over. A part of me wants to look away, to break eye contact as this primal need takes over but I know from his eyes that is forbidden. As if on cue he reaches out and holds my chin in place so our eyes are locked. I am sweating and moaning and sliding myself up and down the rod of the crop which he is also moving and this goes on for a long while until he nods his head at me and whispers let it go.....just let it all go and I do.

Later I am coming back from my own little world as he kisses my forehead and tells me he owns me and it is really starting to feel that way.


P.S.  As a newbie I never would have expected that the hand could hurt worse than a paddle....with him it does. Who knew?

7 comments:

  1. Wow, dancing, what a hot scene. For a newbie, you are getting quite an introduction to how intense and erotic this lifestyle can be. Thanks for sharing. I wonder what he has planned for you next. You are likely to be feeling the effects of that scene for some time. Did it turn you on all over again to write about it?

    And since you changed your URL, I'd suggest getting rid of word verification. The new blogger word verification is too difficult to read.

    FD

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    1. Yes, FD I am still feeling it today and I am rather enjoying the reminders every time I move certain ways. It did turn me on to write about it again. I am so glad I took this leap.

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  2. Oh yes i liked this, its great that you seem able to let go so easily and isnt it so much better when you do? I will bask in the after effects for days at times like those.....so enjoy

    I liked the email part first, sometimes its just adds to it getting that teasing first, sends the mind into overdrive as well as the over parts lol

    tori xx

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    1. I was shocked by the email because it was so out of character for him. It did get us both really going.

      It is so much better when you can let go which I have never really been able to do in the past.

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  3. ps im not getting your posts on my blogroll the last one i had is I need to kneel..is this something i have to amend on my part? sorry im really not good with computers

    tori

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  4. Happy you are enjoying your life.

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