Make Me Melt

My Master had plans for the hottest night of the year and knowing how horny I’ve been all week he instructed me to spend my evening with Princess, making sure she spent plenty of time on her knees between my legs.

I am incapable of saying no to my Master anyway but I definitely couldn’t have refused an order like that in any circumstance. What added to it was Princess giving me a few orders of her own. I was to be wearing my best slutty eye make up for her and bare legged in the heat with the Doxy and the double ended dildo in my bag.

I had no problem following those orders at all but I did go slightly rogue and added the tiniest sheerest small pair of panties under the dress I picked out because it was too hot to walk anywhere and the thought of getting naked was turning me on so much I genuinely didn’t think I’d get in or out of the Uber I booked with leaving a wet patch on the seat otherwise.

I enjoyed the fact Princess led me straight into her bedroom and had her hands and lips on me before I’d even managed to set the bag of sex toys down, but not as much as I enjoyed the feel of surprise in her hands when she slid her hands up my legs expecting bare cunt and found panties for once.

I love not wearing underwear for my Master but back in the days when I did one of my favourite things that always got my cunt soaking wet was someone stroking it through sheer fabric and pulling my panties aside to brush their finger against my cunt and teasing me before pulling them off me and sliding inside me.

My cunt was soaking before I even left the house but the feeling of Princess playing with it before stripping me bare left me squirming in her hands and she barely had to brush her tongue against my clit before I came for the first time of the night.

I  hadn’t even stopped coming when she slipped her hand into my soaking cunt and fucked me so hard my whole body was lifting off the bed and into her to pull her deeper and deeper in as the whole bed shook and I was vaguely aware of the headboard banging against the wall as I came so hard against her I almost bit her to stop myself screaming out loud and telling the neighbours what was going on.

I was desperate to play with her cunt and see how wet she was but she was still in charge of me and took the double ended toy out of my bag and pushed my legs as far apart as possible before sitting astride me with the toy inside both of us. I couldn’t help but lift my legs as high in the air as possible so the toy was completely buried inside us and our cunts were touching as she fucked me with it.

The angle we we were at curved the toy right up against my G spot in a way that combined with the feeling of her soaking wet cunt grinding against me as she pushed my legs onto my chest which pinned me down so all I could do was lift my cunt up in the air to get fucked even harder.

We both ended up coming together, her with her clit being stimulated and me from the cock inside me but Princess wasn’t quite done yet and spread her legs wide for me to play with her clit while holding her cunt until she begged for the Doxy.

Princess is even greedier than me when she’s that horny and she had two fingers in her cunt, one pressed against her ass and the Doxy on full speed to bring her to a gasping, jerking orgasm that was enough to finally satisfy her.

She was so nicely distracted at that point she didn’t even notice me slipping my soaked panties from earlier into her bedside drawer to remind her later…

Make Me Melt

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

Hot Thoughts

 

Ice cube on my clit

It’s stupidly warm in London this weekend. The kind of still sticky heat that means if you live in a flat you have to open all the windows, lie very still and wear as little as possible. The whole combination of it is making me incredibly horny.

I think some of it is the associations with last summer when the weather was hot and so was fucking Princess and my Master. Something about the temperature brings memories to mind such as ice cubes on Princess’s cunt on long hot afternoons.

But some of it is that while staring longingly into my fridge hoping I’d find something refreshing and cooling in there I remembered about the chilled glass dildo I love and now I can’t stop thinking about sliding it over my smooth shaved skin and into my hot wet cunt.

Because what better way to break a sweat than fucking yourself to orgasm?

Hot Thoughts

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

Forward or Backward

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

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