Waiting

No one mentions how boring being ill is. All that time on your hands and no ability to fill it with fun stuff. So I was pleased when Princess set me the challenge of finding her some clothes online (the only thing I like more than orgasms is online shopping.)

With idle thumbs and an idle mind what started as a genuine conversation about sleeve length quite quickly turned into me picking out clothes Princess would look even more fuckable in and mentally dressing her to promptly undress her again.

When I shared this style of shopping with her, she agreed she’d look excellent in a white trouser suit with nothing underneath except a lace bralet and a wet cunt. I couldn’t decide which appealed more, the flash of naked chest or the thought of sliding her trousers off to fuck her.

Either way I was delighted that my filthy mind is returning even if my libido is still missing in action and the only thing I’m doing in bed is sleeping. In fact it was returning enough that I started imagining how my Master would look in quite a few of the outfits too.

I have seen him in a suit before and he wears it well but I realised I’ve never seen him in drag close up only photographs and my mind was certainly very interested in what it would be like to have him showing his legs off while giving me orders in person.

I never did find Princess her suit because I had to go and have a little lie down to recover…

Waiting

Slut Humour

 

Candi fisting herself with Belladonna Bitch Fist toy

I’ve never been a huge fan of the Kit Kat. They always seem like the chocolate bar trying too hard to be a treat when you could have something more exciting to me (and I miss the foil because I’m old.)

Yet yesterday’s court ruling about not being able to trademark their shape has tickled me by introducing me to an excellent and highly relevant joke about them. I paraphrase since I suspect the original name used was to mock them not applaud them. But I’m happy to put myself in the joke ‘what’s the difference between Candi and a Kit Kat?’

You only get four fingers in a Kit Kat…’

Slut Humour

Stop and Look

I’m having one of my periodic relapses of my chronic illness so I’m likely to spend the next few weeks primarily in bed for boring resting reasons rather than hot sex and my libido will have booked itself a spa break elsewhere rather than be noticeable to me. All very dull but a recurrent part of my life I can’t avoid.

It happened that my relapse came on over last weekend when Princess made me come so hard and intensely in quick succession it made me need to lie down and sleep it off before I could enjoy her cunt in return which is an excellent memory to tide me over for a while at least.

It still seemed a shame when we spent some time together over the week that I couldn’t enjoy fucking her due to my feebleness but I did enjoy lying in bed watching her moving around and being naked in non sexual ways and realising how much I just enjoy her body because it’s beautiful and it’s hers.

This time last year, I hadn’t begun my relationship with Princess properly and was still telling my Master that I was 100% straight (that first threesome we’d all had was just a very enjoyable one off at that stage) and I was still thinking that I needed the feel of a male body to turn me on sexually.

I could not have imagined that a year later I’d have such pleasure in so many ways from a woman’s body and never once thought to compare and contrast it to the feel of man. It helps that Princess is gorgeous of course with a slutty mind you couldn’t help but fall for and that cunt is such fun to play with.

But I’m definitely converted to the joys of women as long as it’s Princess. I couldn’t be happier that my Master allows me to share her like he does…

Stop and Look

Pussy Piercings

My Master was away on a stag do at the weekend and he came back both horny and full of ideas. I already knew about his liking for obviously fake tits and body modification but even I was surprised by his latest thought on new piercings.

It’s no coincidence that the collar he chose to denote ownership of me was a clit piercing as it combines form and function and I know he likes my other piercings too. But I was naively unaware that there are other female genital piercings until he mentioned them this morning.

Labial piercings have the effect of decoration and helping to stretch my cunt further and both of those things interest me enough that I’m spending my Sunday evening researching it online.

What you do think though? Three rings each side or more?

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Pussy Piercings

Fist Plus Cock

I love writing this blog for my Master. It gives me an excellent way to relive his orders for me and indulge the part of me that likes showing off my sexual tastes and exploits.

So I was amused when he mentioned over the weekend that I had left out a part of our fucking from last week. I think he thought it had had slipped my mind, but in fact I felt it needed its own post apart from the hot wax and latex.

It might have taken me a while to take the Belladonna Bitch Fist toy for him and not until he threatened to drip hot candle wax on my cunt with that tone of slight sadism that both scares me and gets me wet in equal measure.

But once I had that big fist toy completely buried in my cunt, it felt amazing. I’m so used to fisting myself with it that I’d forgotten how glorious it is to have him handling it instead. I’d already had his fist inside twice me that day but the toy has a solidness to it that is its own turn on.

He put me on all fours, wax covered ass up in the air and fisted me hard with his other hand on my clit from behind with it and all I could do was lean on my arms and and grit my teeth as I came ridiculously hard and tried not to collapse face first into the floor.

I didn’t think it could get more intense and then he pushed me down and slipped his cock into my cunt at the same time as the fist toy. I’ve never felt anything quite like it, like being stretched open to the point of pain. It took my breath away and while a large part of me wanted to keep going to find the pace of it and enjoy it, part of me felt overwhelmed to the point of telling my Master I couldn’t take it.

There is never any question that my Master will coerce or force me into anything and the trust I have in him is because of that. But I do have a tendency to panic when confronted with new things sexually and insist I can’t do them and then promptly regret it when he stops.

My Master paused enough to let me collect my thoughts and talk to him about how it felt being that stretched and after a few seconds I still couldn’t take it and he slipped his cock out and returned to pushing me with the fist toy and his fingers on my clit instead.

He and I have never used safewords to play with and use the RACK or risk aware consensual kink style instead where we keep communicating throughout scenes and reaffirming consent. I’m more comfortable with that as safewords tend to me shout them out before I can think and then not be able to articulate why I wanted to stop once the mood has been broken.

I prefer having to stay engaged while fucking as I unless I do my mind has a tendency to wander off and leave me less able to push myself to try things. It works for us because my Master is very good at balancing consent with control and because we know each other well.

Also I have an appalling memory under any kind of pressure (like an impending orgasm) and I know I’d never actually remember what the safeword I’m meant to be using. Having to make the effort to keep communicating with my Master is physically easier if mentally challenging and helps me keep in the submissive mood.

If I take myself out of that with a jolt, I go from the adrenaline and joy of subspace to what’s known as ‘subdrop’ which is basically a bloody great comedown that tends to make me not want to try that thing again even in different circumstances. Playing this way keeps me from doing that and knowing exactly what I can take.

And while I’m disappointed I couldn’t keep my Master’s cock in my cunt at the same time as fist toy, playing that way means I was already picturing how I could take it the next time before I’d even completely undressed after he left.

I might even have spent a large chunk of the weekend thinking about it too because that little taste of being fucked and fisted at the same time has left me greedy for more….

Fist Plus Cock

Pushing Me Further

My Master promised me a punishment the next time he saw me after I misbehaved at Easter weekend. I was to buy some beeswax candles and have them laid out waiting for him. I would be in anticipation to see where and when he dripped hot wax on me.

Part of me couldn’t wait, almost tempted to misbehave further to make sure it happened and part of me was scared enough that when I thought about it, my breath would catch for a second.

Funnily enough hot wax was one of the first kinky things my Master and I discussed when our relationship began but it’s never come up since. I’d even forgotten I had a bag of soy wax waiting to be used for that very purpose.

But yesterday all I could think about was wax play. My Master didn’t give me much warning he was coming round so I didn’t have time to get nervous. I had to focus on what to wear that didn’t make wax impossible but didn’t tell my Master where to drip it.

I went for a harness bra and a latex skirt for maximum opportunity and then turned my attention to my order. I was to be on the living room floor at 12.50 precisely riding the Belladonna Bitch Fist toy blindfolded and waiting for my Master on his way back from a run.

My breath caught again when he opened the front door because I hadn’t managed to take the fist for him before he arrived. The thumb was pressing against my cunt but wasn’t quite able to slip inside even when he bent me over, fingers on my clit and fist toy pushing against me.

I could hear him ordering me and the sound of my gasps as he switched the fist toy with his cock still brushing against my clit as I tried to hold myself back from coming. I could hear the latex stretching and moving and his grunts as he grabbed my corset to push deeper inside my cunt.

Then I heard the strike of a match and knew that he’d lit the candle. And then he went silent. I couldn’t hear him moving at all to anticipate what he might do and despite my bare ass up in the air as I was on my knees with his cock inside me, I thought for a second or two that he might not use the wax.

When the first drop fell on my skin, it stung and surprised me and then it kept coming, dripping onto my skin smoothly with a different amount of pain each time that kept me startled and on edge. One drip would feel manageable, the next made me jolt forward pulling away from my Master’s cock despite how good it felt inside me.

He ordered me to lean back against his cock and I fought the instinct to pull away and the urge to fill my stretched cunt full with his cunt. Just as I’d balanced the two conflicting desires, he switched his cock for the fist toy again, pressing it against me and ordering me to take it.

For some reason, my normally stretched cunt just couldn’t take it despite it being the easiest thing last week. My Master showed no mercy, pushing his cock hard inside me again and dripping more wax on my ass to punish me further.

Just as I wanted to cry with the pain of the wax and the frustration of not being able to please my Master by taking the fist, he flipped me over on to my back and the frustration turned to fear that he was going to drip hot wax on my bare cunt.

That sensation went straight to my cunt and the fist toy slipped straight inside me, filling my gaping cunt right up and making me come knowing how much my Master would like the view of a fist in my cunt and wax dripped all over my pale skin.

I wish I’d been thinking straight enough to ask him to take a photo of the red marks the wax left…

Pushing Me Further

Fist Me. And Fist Me Again…

My Master is working me hard this week and I am loving it. He’s literally training me up again to get my cunt back to its full stretching capacity. There’s the warm up of working from one finger to a fist before the challenge of sizing through the toys before proper rest days for my muscles.

I like his paced approach. When orgasms are at stake I tend to be very impulsive and chase the moment of satisfaction even if I exhaust myself in the process and don’t get to do it again.

My Master had to take quite a while at the start of our relationship to slow me down before I ran away with myself. He couldn’t even start stretching me out until he’d taught me to stop chasing my cunt in circles looking for orgasms. It took me a while to realise there was no rush and I had time to take baby steps instead of bolting all the time.

So I trust him to take me at the right pace this week too and wasn’t surprised when he ordered me back to the fist toy yesterday. I was to start with four fingers, then five and then the John Holmes toy twice and move on to the fist toy every hour for the rest of the day coming each time.

I started so well limbering up gently and easing myself into a gentle orgasm each time until I got to the fist toy. And then I couldn’t quite pace myself. I was expecting to need to take some time to work the toy in but it just slipped right in first try and it felt so good to be filled up with a fist again that I couldn’t hold back.

I could have used my ten minutes wisely but I fisted myself to a ridiculous over the top orgasm instead that left me hornier and clock watching until the next hour rolled round. The toy slid into my cunt even more easily this time (probably because I’d been re-watching a rope bondage clip I sent my Master last weekend in the meantime…) and I couldn’t hold back from another full on orgasm this time either.

I stayed just as horny for the next hour, scrolling on my phone for more rope bondage stories and clock watching again until I could use the toy for the third time. And this time the orgasm pushed me over the edge in several ways.

I was so drained after the third fist based orgasm all I could do was lie down and sleep. I couldn’t even take the toy out of my cunt before I crashed out. And an hour later I had to text my Master and admit I’d broken myself and cheated myself out of the next five orgasms he’d allowed me.

When will I learn that he knows my body better than me sometimes and I need to listen to his pace not mine…?

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Fist Me. And Fist Me Again…