Opening Up

My Master has been working late a lot recently which is usually a line for married men to be having sex behind their wives’ backs. In this case he’s actually working late and encouraging me to have sex with his wife instead. And since our relationship is so modern in so many ways, it’d be a shame to miss such a chance to make it even more so.

Princess was the one coming to life in warm weather last night and getting incredibly horny in that way you know someone’s mind is only on orgasms and enjoyment and all the other background noise in their brain has gone quiet for a while to allow you to just fuck.

I started off licking her cunt. While I was making dinner she’d sneaked off into the shower and shaved herself completely smooth and her cunt literally looked good enough to eat. In fact it was a shame to only give her one orgasm that way so I kept my mouth on her clit after she came and kept going.

She seemed a little hesitant to begin with and then she started to do all the work for me, grinding her cunt down onto my tongue and fucking my face while I simply held still and her second orgasm was more like an explosion than anything else. Ironically she was more breathless at the end of it than I was.

I wanted to feel her cunt on me so I told her to lie on top of me and rub her cunt against mine. She looked incredible fucking me from above, tits shaking, both of us getting wetter and wetter from the feel of each other until I came just from the feeling her smooth shaved cunt against my piercing.

Then she asked me for something we hadn’t done in a while, to stretch her out with my hand and fist and fill her up. This was basically the way Princess and I started fucking each other and I have extremely happy memories of last summer with my fist her cunt nearly constantly.

Annoyingly few months ago, we went a little overboard and Princess got a small tear that took a few weeks to heal and had the effect of making us a little bit cautious about stretching while getting distracted into all kinds of other filthy fun in the meantime. But last night Princess asked me to stretch her out and put as many fingers as possible into her and I realised how much I’d missed it.

Her cunt was wetter than I’ve ever felt and three fingers almost felt like a joke. I added a fourth and brushed my thumb across her swollen clit until she asked for more as she squirmed under me. Her cunt took my duck bill shaped fingers with no difficulty as she fucked against me and pushed my hand deeper and deeper with her own hand.

I could feel my hand slip and slide that little bit deeper inside each time she thrust her cunt against me and I enjoyed making her go slower and less greedily than she really wanted so I could play with each area of her cunt I hadn’t felt in a while feeling each different wriggle, gasp and intake of breath from her as I did.

She seemed like she would take my whole fist without any lube when the widest point of my hand hesitated slightly and mindful that I was stretching her to orgasm rather than making a point, I turned my attention to cupping my fingers round inside her while she put the wand on her clit.

If her earlier orgasm was an explosion this was an earthquake. Her cunt clenched so hard round my hand I had to unfurl each finger gradually one at a time to get it to let go again. I’m not sure either of us wanted the feeling to end so I suspect that will only be the start of a summer of stretching…

Opening Up

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

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…

Quiet Afternoon

I’m sure I’ve mentioned before that when my Master is hungover it makes him incredibly horny. And yesterday he was definitely hungover giving me orders to research erotic stories about fisting while I had the big John Holmes toy inside me and texting the links to him and Princess.

I was a tiny bit hungover to begin with and suspected I’d struggle to get turned on since they are time my sex drive calms down but seeing my Master and Princess texting filth to each from their respective weekends away definitely got me going.

And then I found several very hot stories about fisting on Literotica. The perk of a relative niche kink seems to be better smut on the subject and I found my three stories as instructed, particularly enjoying this MFF threesome one as it seemed particularly applicable.

By the time I read it I was ready to beg my Master for the next step of my task and be allowed to take the fist toy for the first time in a very long time. He agreed and gave me order that I could come once I’d taken it or twice if I could fuck myself with it like a cock.

It took me a little effort to take it. The thumb of the toy is incredibly solid while the wrist is slightly bendy which practically is the opposite of what you want when you’re trying to fuck yourself with a big toy and it took me longer to get everything lined up and ready than I wanted.

My cunt was greedy for the toy despite not being able to manage the logistics and I was getting frustrated in both sense of the word. I began alternating between slipping my own hand into my cunt and pressing the fist toy against it and after three or four goes, the fist toy slipped right in ease.

So my Master’s first response to tell me to pull it half way out again, leaving me feeling somewhat empty and frustrated and almost in pain but oddly pleasurably at the same time. And it proved that I could definitely fuck myself with the toy for two orgasms.

Greedily I asked him if I could use the Doxy on my clit as I fisted myself with the toy and he allowed me that as my second orgasm if I made myself come just with the toy sliding in and out.

I’d have been hard pushed not to come from the toy as it reminded me of his fist inside me and I’d barely finished coming from that when I put the Doxy on my clit and came again hard and fast to the point where I was so drained I could hardly move from how strong it was.

I lay there utterly relaxed, fist toy still inside me scrolling more erotica on my phone and almost comfortable enough that I could have fallen asleep like that. Then my Master gave me an order that woke me right up.

I was to be dressed and ready for his return home later so he could fuck my stretched cunt in person and feel the effects…

 

Quiet Afternoon