Big Friday Night

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Blowjob, Bound, Choking, D/s, Dominant, Gagging, Kissing, Oral, Rope, Sex Toys, Shibari, Submission, Submissive, Suspension, Swallow, Teasing, Tequila, Tied, Vibrator

Sir picked me up just before six pm last night and we headed out to a local SAADE class on caning. I won’t lie, just the thought had me fidgeting and uncomfortable, but I endured. Took a good while for me to finally relax though. We met some a couple new people and the class was informative.

Afterward we headed out for a bite to eat. Yum, sushi. Then it was off to the hotel room. We used a cart to take everything to the room. He went to shower and freshen up and asked me to get the cart that was in the hallway and take it back down to the lobby, come back up, out the vibrator on the bed, then kneel, naked, facing the windows.

He pulled out all the lovely red rope, put me in a chest harness, then added gunslingers, and we tested out the ties around the chest using the luggage cart.

I got to spend some time sucking His cock after that. And playing with the vibrator. But my brain doesn’t do the two things simultaneously very well, trying to please Him and trying to orgasm at the same time. So, of course, sucking Him won.

He made me orgasm plenty after that though. First by bending me over the bed and taking me from behind, putting the vibrator between our bodies another time, then later adding some DP play. I can’t describe everything exactly because I have no idea what He was using, but it was awesome.

After that, He used that little metal wheel on me, and alternated it with the flogger, and that was seriously intense, I didn’t know whether to laugh or moan. I ended up doing some crazy mix of both.

Sometime before 5 am, I rode Him one last time and then we fell asleep. This morning He woke before me, went down for breakfast and brought some back for me, along with coffee. We had a nice quickie before getting up and heading out.

It was an amazing night, and the soreness I feel today is a lovely, lasting reminder.

He Made Me Pancakes

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Anal, Blowjob, Bound, Choking, D/s, Dominant, Gagging, Hair-Pulling, Kissing, Oral, Rope, Sex Toys, Shibari, Submission, Submissive, Suspension, Swallow, Teasing, Tequila, Tied

It had been a rough week for me. Couple of weeks, actually. Not the usual ‘ran out of milk’ or ‘kids acting up’ kind of stuff, but the ‘one crappy thing after another’ kind of stuff that make you feel as though Murphy has taken a seriously personal interest in fucking up your world.

And then you can add in stress from work on top. Having to work practically straight through an entire month was not on my top ten list of things to do for Fall.

Having had little time together throughout the month, Sir decided that we would spend the weekend together. Butterfly was visiting friends, so we worked out my schedule around work, seeing the kids, and spending time with Him.

I went over Friday night after I’d gotten the youngest down. He asked me what I’d like to do for the night, go out, go swimming, stay in, whatever. I opted for stay in. I can’t thank Him enough for being understanding, it truly was a difficult time I was going through, and what I needed more than anything was just to be held. That’s what He did, He held me, and I alternated between crying it out and talking it out. He listened. That was the beginning of our weekend.

As for the steamier parts, it should be apparent by now (if you happen to follow my writing) that I tend to remember things in bunches. Snapshots, if you will. Still frames and video clips of the moments that stand out to me for whatever reason. So I’m going to write them as they come to me, stream of consciousness type thing.

He was going to show me something on the laptop, a video I think, but I had an overwhelming urge just to kiss Him. I asked if He could wait just a second, and that’s what I did. That kiss turned into another, and another, then a longer one, then stroking and touching… Hot, erotic, sensual, and….

Me spending a wonderfully unmeasured amount of time sucking His cock, and licking Him, and tasting Him, and even some light hearted banter, and a few giggles, some pictures taken…

Riding Him as He lay on His back on the floor for what seemed like hours, rhythmic grinding, slowly gripping, squeezing….

Bent forward over the arm of the couch, face pressed tightly against the fabric, His hand on my head, holding me in place, pounding, thrusting, pumping, hair gripped, twisted, in an iron fist, writhing…

Slippery gliding of rope against rope as He bound me for bed, positioned like a doll, just so, limbs lifted and turned as He put each in place, falling asleep next to Him, breathing in the calm like staring at the glass surface of a still pool, quiet…

Rushing off to work, tick tock, race against the traffic, time with the munchkins, cuddle, snuggle, off to bed, back to Sir’s place…

Vibrator buzzing loudly, powerfully, as I hovered over His face, the exquisite sensation of His mouth touching me combined with it, laying back on His body, head held up by His knees, masturbating for Him as He watched…

He cooked breakfast for us, pancakes, sausage, lazy Sunday morning, soaking up the last quiet hours, the world shut out a little longer…

Later, when I returned to it, that world seemed a bit less loud and a lot less stressful.