craving His touch

After taking me off the pony, He told me to sit in the chair and catch my breathe. i had to sit close to the edge, because of the corset…it is hard to find a comfortable spot to sit. He handed me a water and rubbed my clit, after i handed it back to Him. He pushed my shoulders back, so i was semi reclined in the chair…then replaced His hand with mine, telling me to rub one out. i closed my eyes, held onto the chair with my other hand and did as i was told.

He walked across the room…i don’t know what He was doing or why He walked away. He told me to cum, He said it didn’t sound like i was putting much effort into it. He walked back over to me with the purple vibe…telling me “jam it in there…hard and fuck yourself with it…NOW!” With the position on the chai the angle was a little off, to “jam” it in, i had to adjust myself a little…JB was waiting and threatening to do it Himself, to show me what He wanted of me. He took the vibe and shoved it into my cunt…hard and fast…telling me to cum as He fucked me with it. He put it back in my hand and told me to do it like He showed me.

Sitting there in the chair, my eyes squeezed shut, i did my best to do as i was told…i fucked myself with the vibe…cumming when told. He would tell me every now and then “harder…faster…CUM”. He walked back over to me, kneeling in front of me, watching, as i fucked myself for Him. i had gotten to the point, where i was cumming so hard, that they were rolling into each other…He took the vibe from me when He saw enough.

Standing in front of me, He helped me sit a little straighter on the chair…almost sliding off onto the floor…the chair was so wet. He placed a towel under my ass…giggling at me, telling me to catch my breath…as He was pulling himself from His pants…rubbing His hard cock across my face…pushing it through my lips. He told me to take my time and go slow…He walked away after a minute or so.

He helped me off the chair, tossing a towel on the floor beneath the cross…before clipping my wrists and ankles in place. Standing in front of me…one hand wound into my hair and the other slapping my cunt…He kissed me. He reached for the table and pucked up the zapper…telling me to stick out my tongue…this always has the exact same effect on me…i tremble…i squeeze my eyes shut and pray, that He won’t actually zap my tongue. He traces the tip of the zapper down the middle of my tongue a couple times…laughing to Himself…as my own mind plays games on me. He reminds me that it will happen…that one day He will actually go through with it…but i will never know when.

After putting the zapper away, He brings the roll of tape…pulling off a length and pressing it firmly across my mouth…adding another and another. He stops and the twinkle in His eye is bright…thinking, always thinking. “I should tape your whole face” He says. i start to panic a little…not being able to say anything, with my mouth taped shut. The only thing going through my mind…not so much having my face taped up…but the after part…pulling it all off. i had bad visions, of no eyelashes or eyebrows…after the tape being ripped off. Then He placed a piece down my left cheek…and the tears started…He just laughed and removed it, adding it to the other pieces on my mouth.

Every time we incorporate breath play into a session…it gets just a little more intense. He tells me, He wants me to cum at least four times, before He will let me breath again. He asks “does it scare you?” i nod yes…it does a little, but i know He will not harm me…i trust Him with my life. Just the thought of it makes my cunt drip. He slaps my cunt hard, rubbing my clit in between…telling me not to cum, yet. He stops and starts over…several times, building me up. He tells me to take a deep breath and counts to three…before pinching my nose and cutting off my air. He slaps my cunt hard, telling me “cum…again, do it again.” Releasing me only after He has gotten what He wants from me. Giving me just a couple seconds to collect myself, before repeating the process a few more times. The result is a soaked towel, wet thighs and a dripping cross.

He released me from the cross…after opening the futon…forgetting to unclip my right ankle…i tried to step away, thankful He had a grip on my arm…He laughed and released me ankle from the cross. He helped me onto the futon…laying on my back, with a towel under me. He grabbed the bottle of lube, the expanding plug and a glove or two. He rubbed my asshole…pushing in the lube…He rubbed my clit with the other hand telling me to cum. i could feel Him pushing the plug against my asshole…with steady pressure, until it slid into place. He started to rub my g-spot, telling me to cum as He pumped the plug up…filling me.

He wants me to ask for what i need…telling me i will only get more when i ask for it. i still struggle a little bit with asking…and i have still not mastered the art of talking through an orgasm…lol. i beg for another finger, for Him to rub harder…He tells me to cum when ever i feel it, not to hold back…He gives the plug another pump…i start cumming hard…continuously. i begged for yet another finger…cumming so hard, i felt the plug slip out onto the towel. Then i get to a point where i just can’t take it for another second…and He stops. He picked up the other towel and wiped His hands, arm and chest…He tells me i was squirting so hard, i soaked Him. He wiped down my corset and the arms of the futon…laughing to Himself.

He helped me change positions on the futon, then slipped on a condom. He allowed me to put my face and chest down on the mattress…my ass in the air. Slowly He pushed Himself into my ass…with very little resistance. He started slow, until i was begging Him to fuck me harder. He reached forward pulling my head back, with my hair and fuck as hard as possible…before releasing my head. i started cumming again…hard…He said “tell me when” All i can ever mutter is “now” over and over…until He finally cums with me…that final orgasm shared together.

He gets Himself cleaned up a bit and passes me a towel to clean myself up. We have enough time to snuggle and relax…i snuggle into His shoulder with a smile on my face.

i was instructed to wear the corset for our session…i haven’t worn it the last couple times. i had a hard time deciding what shoes to wear, knowing what JB likes, i opted for a pair of black boots…with fishnets. i had about half an hour to wait…i went into the room, making sure everything was out and ready. i got myself ready and waited, perched on the edge of the seat…waiting. With about five minutes left until His arrival time, i got myself into position on the floor and waited for the sound of the garage door.

He came into the room and as He usually does, He walked around me, checking out what is His. i heard Him pick up the camera and take a picture. He bent down and locked my collar around my neck…pulling me to my knees…He kissed me…before pushing me back to the floor. He locked on the wrist cuffs…and the ankle cuffs fit nicely around my boots.

He pulled me to my feet…allowing me to wrap my arms around Him…and kiss Him back…slapped my ass, turned me away from Him and took a picture. He told me to turn around and took another picture picture. After putting the camera down, He pushed me toward the cross…having me face it, He clipped my wrists to the rings and whispered in my ear, “you have to ask today, you have to ask me to hurt you.” biting my earlobe on the last word. He whispered in my other ear, telling me “I just want to bite you on the face and leave a mark were everyone can see it.” kissing me on the cheek, grazing His teeth lightly across my skin. i could feel the goosebumps form on my arms and a shudder down my spine. He touched my asshole, asking “it that ready for me today?” Yes, Sir” i whispered back…He growled in my ear.

He stepped away from me, pulling the pony from the other side of the room. He told me He changed His mind…as He unclipped my wrists, pulling me to the pony in the center of the room. He helped me on, telling me it would be worse with the boots on. He had me spread my legs wide…wider and a bit wider still, until most of my weight was on the pony, pressing my cunt into the point. My feet far enough apart that i couldn’t pull myself up to take any of the pressure off.  He pulled each wrist behind me, clipping them to the ring…pulling me tighter to the pony. He rubbed my clit telling me to cum for Him. Picking up the chain hanging from the front ring, He passed it through the ring on my collar…pulling my head closer to the pony, pulling me that much tighter to the pony. Pinching my nipples hard, He said “tell me what you want.” “Please hurt me, Sir.” i pleaded…over and over, until He was satisfied i was begging properly.

He picked up the nipple vice, pulling my nipples through and tightening the bolt. The pain in my left nipple…was more of a pinch of just a bit of skin and it hurt…not in a good way. i let Him know and He removed the vice…opting for the clover clamps instead. He tied the chain of the clamps, off to the ring along with the chain, holding my collar. He pulled it just tight enough so that if i moved my head up even a little bit, it tightened the clamps, that much more. He asked me if i had enough…i said “no, Sir” He kissed the top of my head telling me “good girl.”

He stood behind me and flogged me…on the ass and shoulders, He tugged at the pony, rocking it back and forth telling me to cum for Him. He changed to the slapper and continued to slap my ass and shoulders, telling me again to cum…He slapped harder and harder until i finally came. He pulled my head back…with my hair, until i couldn’t breath through the pain in my nipples. He whispered in my ear “embrace it, feel it, breath…make it your own, take it into yourself.” He wanted me to be aware of the pain He was giving me. Once i started to breath again, i could feel it building, He could see it in my face…He rubbed my clit…as it was pressed so tightly to the pony…telling me not to cum. He rubbed harder…telling me to hold it back…not to cum until He gave me permission. When He finally told me to cum, it was hard and i soaked the pony, He made sure to tell me “you came so hard, it it dripping off the pony, filthy whore.” He asked if i had enough of the pony “Yes, Sir” He told me there was no shame in telling Him when i have had enough…as He unclipped my wrists, removed the clamps and released my collar from the pony. He gave me a minute after i raised my numb cunt from the pony, before helping me off.

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Last month, just before our 2nd anniversary…JB and i decided, it was time to make a few changes in the room. We hung a rack on the wall, to hang all the crops, whips, floggers and paddles…within easy reach.

i painted the cross a glossy black…a much better look…lol.

The top of the pony was stained and sealed…the legs painted the same glossy black as the cross.

The chair in the corner…i have plans to change out to something black with a red cushion…but that will take time, to find just the right piece. We have also added a stereo to the room…finding just the right place for it…we will add a few shelves to the wall, to keep it off the floor.

There are two shadow boxes i made, i wrote out poems i found online…i added charms and butterflies…along with a rose i dried from our first year together. Along side the boxes, i added two collage frames, i printed a few pictures of JB and i together and hung them as a grouping on the wall above the futon.

The room is starting to get a homey feel to it…more and more everyday.

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Sometimes, that is all i need…to be kneeling in front of Him, with my head in His lap. He sits stroking my hair and we talk about our time apart…or what ever comes to mind.

Yesterday, He called and said He would be stopping by for a few minutes. i knew the time He would be arriving…there would really be no time for much but a quick hello and hug. When He got here, i was in our room, working on a flogger for a friend. i was already kneeling on the floor cutting the leather, when He walked in. He sat on the futon and bent over to kiss me, while i cut the last few strips.

After putting my work to the side, i crawled over to Him, kneeling right between His knees. i wrapped my arms around Him and He kissed me. A few minutes later, i had my head in His lap as He stroked my hair. As i settled into position, i let out a sigh…He made a comment about me just needing this…being with Him. A few quiet moments…just being together.

We did end the visit, with a little slow sex…nothing hard or harsh…just light and comforting, with lots of orgasms…

He helped me off the table, putting my robe over my shoulders…giving me a minute to rest as He put the table away. i sat on the chair, wrapped in my robe, with the clamps still on my nipples. He motioned me to the cross, taking the robe from me as i passed Him. He clipped me to the cross…kissing me when He was done…tugging the chain tightening the clamps again, before blindfolding me.

He talked to me while He was changing the batteries in the slut zapper…i could feel myself trembling at the thought of being zapped. He walked over demanding “stick out your tongue” so thankful for the blindfold…hiding the tears…i stuck out my tongue, just a little bit (i fought it of course, as i always do)…hoping He wouldn’t actually zap it. He laughed and zapped my inner thigh…it stung and the sting lingered for a long time…damn fresh batteries. He laughed again, telling me “I have never seen anyone dance while bound to a cross.” He put the zapper away…tugged the chain again and asked if i was done yet. i wasn’t quite done…but i was getting closer. He said “good girl” and continued on.

He slapped my cunt…telling me to cum…He rub my clit…my g-spot. He wanted me to cum continuously…He wanted me to soak His hand. He didn’t let up, until He got what He wanted. When i finally soaked His hand, He stopped. He picked up the roll of tape and taped my mouth…while He talked to me about what was going to happen this time. “I am not going to allow you to breathe until you have cum twice, this time.” When He was ready to begin, He told me to take a deep breath and He pinched my nose closed…He slapped and rubbed until i came…and came again. He let go…allowing me to get a breath. He again talked to me… “this time you have to cum 3 times, your lungs may burn a little, but you will be ok…do you understand?” i nodded…i was a little afraid but i trust Him. Telling me to take a deep breath…He again pinched my nose closed…slapping my cunt…hard…until i came. Once i had cum 3 times He let me get my breath. He did this several times…i was squirting hard…soaking the towel on the floor…His hand and the cross. i could feel it running down my legs.

He removed the blindfold and clamps, rubbing my sore nipples, i begged Him to stop, but He didn’t…telling me He had to. He unclipped me from the cross…handing me a towel to wipe myself as He opened the futon. He gave me a few minutes to rest as He removed my collar and cuffs. He placed another towel under my ass as i laid back as instructed. He grabbed a glove and the lube from the closet, asking me if i was ready. He starts out slowly, one finger at a time…telling me to cum when i need to. He added the second finger asking me if i wanted it harder…as i was in mid-cum. He added the third only after i asked for it and the same with the fourth. i was at the point of cumming constantly, not able to answer His next question…i heard Him talk, but not the words…He stopped letting me catch my breath and answer Him. He tried to fit it in…i really don’t know how far He got (He will have to tell you)…but i was cumming hard…and told Him when i had enough.

He cleaned His hands and passed me a towel to wipe myself up…while He removed the wet towel from the futon…telling me i soaked through the towel. He gave me a fresh towel to cover the wet spot on the mattress. He climbed on…kissed me and slowly pushed Himself into my sore cunt. He fucked me slow…and deep…until i was cumming again. He picked up the pace and fucked me hard…i could feel the cum dripping out of me again…all over Him. He told me to tell Him when the next one was building…so He could cum with me. He came hard…staying inside for a minute. We laid together for a little while…finally having time to be together.

For me three weeks is a very long time…i get antsy and cranky…then the meltdowns start and i cry…i tried all week to stop them…especially when i talked to JB on the phone. i didn’t want to upset Him…to make Him think i was that weak…but when we were on the phone…and i thought i had it under control…it all fell apart when He would ask me, how i was holding up. By the time He left that Thursday, i was back to my usual self.

It had been a little over three weeks, since JB and i had a session. i tend to get antsy…then emotional…until finally i can no longer contain myself and have one meltdown after another. i started to fall apart this past Monday…getting progressively worse as the week wore on. JB was laid up with a back problem and was in no condition to drive or deliver a proper beating. i cried when He called…i tried to keep it together, i didn’t want Him to feel bad about not being able to see me. When He called on Tuesday, i was in the middle of a metldown, one that kinda snuck up on me, but had been building most of the morning…He hadn’t been able to call until close to noontime…i thought He was upset with me for crying on Monday. He just couldn’t get to the phone until then…but i was so worked up, because i let my emotions get out of hand.

We had planned on Wednesday, but had to change plans at the last minute…i wasn’t going to be alone that afternoon. So, we made plans for Thursday…when JB called in the morning, He told me we wouldn’t have a lot of time, but He was coming over to “fix” me. i was so relived, i had thoughts all morning, that He was going to call and tell me He couldn’t make it…again. He gave me about an hour to get myself ready. i took a shower, dried my hair and dressed…i had already turned the heater on before 8:30am.

i was in the room, ready and waiting…with over half an hour to spare. i sat on the floor in my robe…waiting…watching the clock…in front of the heater. When i heard the garage door open, i removed my robe, hanging it on the back of the chair…before lowering myself to the floor, before the door closed again. i hear Him climb the stairs, i couldn’t wait for him to get into the room. He opened the door, locking it behind Him, as i relaxed more into the floor.

He walked over to me…running His belt over my back. i heard Him snap it in the air, before slapping my ass with it…just once, before He put it down. He walked over to me, pulling me to my knees with a fistful of hair. He shook me, pulling the muscle in my neck…i reached up with my hand to soothe it a little, but He pushed my hand back to my side. He told me He was going to hurt me, that it was going to be a hard session…He was worried about me…stuck at home, with acid reflux and a headache, because He couldn’t get to me. That i was going to have to be punished for worrying Him so much.

He pulled me to Him…allowing me to wrap my arms around Him…i tried to hold the tears back, but He rubbed my back and told me to let it out…to cry…not to hold it in. When i had composed myself…He pushed me away…reaching for my collar…He locked it on. He locked on the wrist cuffs and ankle cuffs. He pushed me back to the floor, slapping my cunt, telling me to cum for Him. i couldn’t…just like every time i get stressed i can’t get there. He rubbed my clit…hard…until i was able to cum…a small one, finally something. He pushed His fingers in…rubbing my g-spot, until i came again and once again…He said “that’s my girl, fell better now?” He pulled me back to my knees, kissed me and bit my lip, before walking me to face the corner.

i could hear Him behind me, moving things and dragging the table to the center of the room. When He was ready He put the thigh cuffs on…adjusting them to prevent them from slipping off…before He turned me from my spot in the corner, to the table, telling me to get on. He clipped my thighs to the uprights, then my wrists…forcing my face down to the table…He clipped my ankles to the rings and walked around me. i fidgeted until i was able to find a more comfortable spot…not by much, but a little.

He picked up the new slapper i had gotten Him…slapped my ass, cunt and thighs…He said “I like this new toy.” i did too, i liked the way it felt hitting my skin. He slapped my cunt, with His open hand, telling me not to cum…to hold it off. He told me i had to beg for it…when i was close to losing control over it. i begged, He told me i wasn’t convincing enough…i begged more, louder with more pleading in my voice…until He finally granted permission. i came hard…He never let up allowing me to cum again before stopping. He stood in front of my turned face…and pushed His cock into my mouth, one hand holding my face tighter to the table, He fucked my mouth…telling me how He was planning to cum in my mouth. He stopped when i was having difficulty breathing…with my face to the table…my ass up, my sinuses got filled with all the cumming and panting. He released my wrists from the uprights and allowed me to pull my head up off the table, giving me a few minutes to get my breathe back.

Once i was all set, He clipped my writs to the rings in front of the table, pushing my head back down, He clipped the ring on my collar to the front ring on the table…holding me tightly down. He pinched my nipples and clamped them with the clover clamps…pulling the chain to tighten then. He stood in front of me, pulling Himself free of His pants…telling me to take it…He fucked my face…while i was pressed to the table, unable to move. He pushed in deep into my mouth…gagging me…several times. Every now and then, He would pull the chain tightening the clamps…just that much more. When He was done…He asked me if i wanted more…i said “yes, Sir.” i still had more in me…as did He.

to be continued