Turn Up The Heat

As I mentioned the other day, hot weather brings out my horniness which amused my Master when I texted him to tell him that last night and ask if had any orders I could follow. And he excelled himself so perhaps heat works wonders on him too.

He had visions in mind of seeing how big a toy I could take while still wanting more so he started me off on the John Holmes toy which slipped straight into my cunt with ease and almost looked small in the photo I sent him.

I was to keep sliding the toy in and out fucking myself slowly and steadily for as long as possible and see how deeply I could take the toy before I came. I was concentrating on filling myself up with that huge dildo and my Master kept texting me asking how I was getting on with a toy that small. Wasn’t it making me want more?

It was making me hornier and hornier playing with it while he expertly played with my kink of always trying for more for him. By the time he allowed me to come I’d taken the toy deeper than I’d ever managed before and impressed him with how easily it had happened.

John Holmes cock deep in my cunt

My Master is a man very comfortable with giving orders so you’d think I’d have learned that when he appears to give me a choice, he has ulterior motives in mind. But every single time I’m horny and he gives me even the merest chance to choose or be a tiny bit bratty I can’t hold myself back and never seem to learn from before. My logic is that in such cases, greed is good.

So when he asked me if I wanted more, I hesitated between the yes my cunt always gives in that situation and the no that common sense should say. But I hate saying no to my Master. I never regret saying yes and I know how much he enjoys my habit of being stupidly but enthusiastically impulsive with him.

He knows me well enough to know I’d obviously say yes to more and had his orders ready instantly. I needed my Doxy and a bottle of lube alongside the John Holmes and I was going to give myself more than just the toy with my own fingers. I was to slide the toy out, slip my finger inside my cunt and then slide the toy back in and with the added stretch of my finger make myself come with the Doxy. And since I have five fingers, I had five orders to follow…

It took me a few minutes to get the hang of the best way to organise my hands and the toys but that was just practicalities. I had no trouble actually getting my cunt to take the toy and a finger, sliding it down the side of the toy and stretching myself open while the bigger head of the Doxy vibrated against my piercing and the shaft of the John Holmes toy at the same time. I had no trouble coming like that.

one finger in my cunt with the John Holmes toy

But before my legs could stop shaking, my Master had me repeating the whole experience with two fingers. My cunt opened just that tiny bit wider open that two fingers went right in up to the second knuckles alongside the girth of the John Holmes toy. My cunt felt absolutely gaping as I used the Doxy again and had to hold myself back from letting my curled up third finger just slip in there as well as it was crying out to do.

two fingers in my cunt with a huge toy

As I thanked my Master for the third orgasm of the night, he asked me if I knew what was coming next. I repeated my orders back to him that I was to slip the toy out, add three fingers and slip the toy back in opening myself just that little bit more again. I had my fingers dripping in lube, pressed against my cunt ready to go and he surprised me by saying no to me.

He told me to stop for the night as he was enjoying the idea of me wanting more and more and the thought of leaving me yearning for a whole fist in my cunt alongside the huge cock was his pleasure for the evening that left him horny and with a moderately evil smile on his face.

It left me frustrated with my cunt feeling completely empty and wanting to be filled up and stretched further with just one more orgasm at least. But my Master knows how to keep me on my toes and if I always yes, then he can have a lot of fun teasing me by saying no in return….

Turn Up The Heat

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I think I might be back to normal again. That’s two mornings in a row I’ve woken up dreaming about my Master using the riding crop on me and my cunt has been wet and ready to be fucked.

This new found level of horniness must be why I’m taking advantage of a warm day in London to wash and dry all my latex and take all my sex toys out of storage so I can start working on my stretching again…

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Forward or Backward

As I’ve said it’s been a month of ill health for me and that means taking to my bed for resting and absolutely no fucking. My libido disappears and leaves me bored. But I can always tell when I’m starting to come back to life when my brain and cunt start working in tandem again.

What I find amusing is that my Master tends to be able to predict when that is happening and he starts setting me challenges again. I never know if it’s because I’m essentially very predictable sexually but I suspect it’s also because he knows my body extremely well.

So I wasn’t at all surprised when he texted me yesterday morning to see what I was doing and my cunt immediately woke up. However I was a little concerned how tight I’d be after a month of nothing inside me and I wondered if I’d have to start my stretching all over again.

My Master however is a very pragmatic man and in setting me a challenge also set himself a bet to see how my cunt would perform which always brings out the best in me as reward is how I perform best.

He gave me 45 minutes to work up to taking the John Holmes toy making sure I started with one finger, then two, then three and then whatever I chose to do to stretch me and open me out. At 11.15 I could come to help my cunt open further and I was to keep him updated of my progress.

I do love sending him smut when he’s at work so just the thought of him getting hard under the desk was enough to make slipping a finger into my cunt incredibly easy. I worked my way up to four much quicker and more easily than I expected before switching over the the little pink G spot toy for a few minutes.

My cunt was a little out of practice at being penetrated and then it wanted more so I scaled up to the double ended toy that Princess and I both like and imagined my Master watching us fuck with it and it wasn’t surprising that my first proper orgasm in ages came along easily.

My cunt felt so good loosened up and soaking wet that I thought I’d see how the John Holmes went since I had 15 minutes to work up to it. A little bit of lube and it slipped straight into my cunt with ease to a good depth. In fact it felt so good buried inside me I almost heard my cunt sigh in satisfaction.

I thoroughly enjoyed sending my Master the photos as I lay there with a huge cock inside me and was pleased to discover I’d exceeded his bet by miles. He thought I’d still be on three fingers at 11.15 and reminded me that being able to take the John Holmes first go after four weeks off means my cunt is never going to be tight again.

He says the best things to me…

June John Holmes

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It Pains Me

I know it’s hard to believe that there were things I had never tried before I met my Master but it’s true. One of them was mixing pleasure and pain physically (although you could say I indulged my emotional masochism by dating an endless succession of fuckboys.)

I’d never really got the whole purpose or point of combining pain with sexual pleasure believing that it would spoil the mood and jolt me out of enjoyment like when pain in the rest of your life does. I also feared that sadists would enjoy hurting me in other ways outside the bedroom and that simply did not appeal (but was probably wise with the said fuckboys.)

I also steered away from deliberate pain as I suffer from chronic pain because of my health and frankly I’ve never found that experience erotic in anyway, mainly just irritating, unpleasant and in need of fixing with heat or painkillers.

But this article on why people enjoy masochism explains it so well I wish I’d known all these things years ago as I’ve been missing out something very fun, but it does confirm a lot of what I’ve learned over the last few years with my Master that sadism and masochism do go very well together and that sometimes a little pain adds an intensity to sex like salt adds seasoning to food.

Funnily enough despite my Master’s slightly sadistic streak, I first started to experience the joy of pain when I wasn’t even with him but following his orders as I began stretching. At first the plugs and toys he had me using were painful in that wincing, tensing, shut everything down way.

The more I opened up though, they started to have that pleasure pain enjoyment like when you stretch any other muscle and it feels like a challenge and a relief. I started to see how the two sensations went together to enhance my orgasms, especially when my Master was fisting me.

I also began to see that my Master’s sadism was confined to sex and didn’t spill out into other aspects of our relationship and that trust also enhanced the use of pain and punishment for me. Pain as intimacy rather than ostracisation is definitely much more erotic.

Quite quickly I went from ambivalent about pain to envious of when my Master punished Princess for being bratty to asking for deliberate use of pain revelling in the riding crop or a paddle he was all too happy to introduce into our scenes.

I’m still a beginner pain slut but I’m enjoying working out just how much pain and sensation my body can take and understanding that the concept of training applies to them as much as the stretching.

Being the type who often tries to run before she can walk especially if she thinks there’s an orgasm at the end, my Master has to rein me in or I’d be tied up with with the candle wax and the riding crop alternating on my ass and a massive plug in my pussy every night of the week.

Although when I put it like that, I can’t really see anything wrong with that scenario…

It Pains Me

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

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….

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