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

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

Step Back

After the ridiculous over the top double penetration fuck with my Master the other day, he ordered me to take the John Holmes toy after he left me. And for the first time in a long time, I couldn’t even manage the tip without difficulty.

I had just been fucked harder than ever before in my life but I was slightly disappointed my cunt had found a limit. And when it was still too sore to take the toy 48 hours later I was starting to worry.

My cunt is the bit of me that always works and to have it fail me surprised me. I had to step back and remind myself that when you stretch muscles you also need to rest them even if that muscle is your cunt.

And it helped that my Master set me a new stretching challenge to keep me occupied but not overdoing it. He took me right back to the start with one finger in my cunt, adding one finger each hour until I had all five fingers in my cunt making sure I came each time.

Once I’d reached all five fingers, I needed to start working up through my toys in size order each hour, orgasming each time until I could take the John Holmes toy again. It seemed like the perfect stretching challenge for a long weekend.

So I wasn’t expecting to run into issues with one finger. But I managed to miss my first hour (and second..) by sleeping in and had to catch the first three fingers up one after each other so that I had three orgasms in under thirty minutes to get back on track. As wake up calls go, I’d recommend it…

Then I got ahead of myself when I slipped all five fingers into my cunt without realising for a second or two. I had to make a very big effort to take my thumb back out and place it on my clit to make me come and not slide it back inside like a very greedy girl.

It was a long hour to wait til I could slip all five fingers into my cunt and at that point my challenge was more not making myself come almost instantly. There’s nothing like a fist to make my cunt happy.

Apart from a cock that is and I spent the next three hours sizing up through dildos. First the pink toy where I made myself come imagining using it on Princess and her using it on me because she both love it so much.

Then the smaller double ended toy which also gives me memories of Princess that go straight to my cunt and make me not need to work very hard at making myself come. I really was missing out for a long time not knowing that you can make cock even better by adding another cunt to it.

My third toy was the monster double ended toy that actually keeps me apart from Princess despite being so wet for her. But in this case, it’s exactly half way between the smaller one and the John Holmes toy and I know my Master likes accuracy as much as I like cock.

Eight orgasms and it was only just mid afternoon. At this rate I was going to run out of toys or need to find an emergency oversized butternut squash in a convenience store open for unexpected Easter needs.

I decided since I’d been on my back for all those orgasms earlier, I’d ride the John Holmes toy on my knees for a change. And I was shocked to find that I still couldn’t take it at all. Not on my knees, not on my back, not at all. My cunt was closed for something that large.

I was so shocked I forgot to ask my Master’s permission for what to do next. So no wonder he caught up with me before bed and made sure I didn’t go to sleep until I’d bought what he had in mind to punish me with for missing that orgasm…

 

 

Step Back

Appetites

Princess and I had planned to have dinner ready to serve for my Master the other night but it took me longer to recover from the Doxy than I planned and we were twenty five minutes behind schedule.

I think he might actually have been disappointed if we’d served him dinner so promptly considering how quickly he took the chance to use the wait in more interesting ways. Almost straightaway he had me on the sofa with Princess licking my clit as he kissed me.

Definitely a fun way to wait for dinner to cook. But he had much more in mind. Because I’d defied an order last week I had had to order a punishment in the shape of a riding crop and he offered us a little extra in the shape of a game to play with it.

If I could manage to hold off coming for five minutes while Princess went down on me, then she got to be spanked with the crop first. If I couldn’t control myself, then my ass felt the leather first.

My Master has done a lot of training me to delay and control my orgasm over our relationship so I was quite sure I could hold back despite knowing Princess has excellent skills with her tongue that I’ve enjoyed many times.

I hadn’t counted on my Master kissing me intensely while she licked my clit though. The way he kisses goes straight to my cunt. As does the sight of Princess’s lovely face pressed against me enjoying herself so much. I lasted exactly three minutes and came hard enough that I didn’t know whether to thank my Master or apologise.

His reply was to make Princess and I change places so I was face first in her cunt with my ass in the air so he could spank me until I made her come. I was quite nervous about how much the crop might hurt so I wasn’t sure if it would be several minutes of bliss or torture.

It was quite definitely the former. My Master used the crop in a variety of ways to move from light taps to stinging spanks and I loved them all. And clearly Princess did too as at once point she pulled away from me and begged my Master to spank her instead.

Her brattiness got her nowhere except back on the sofa with her cunt licked harder and two fingers inside her to push her closer to an orgasm while my ass reddened nicely under the crop. A third finger got her there nicely almost exactly as the oven timer went off.

Since both of us are rather well trained we both thanked my Master and went towards the kitchen, but he caught me and ran his hand over my cunt to see how wet the spanking had made me.

Kissing me hard and using his fingers just on my clit, I was so wet I came standing on my tiptoes struggling to stay upright with the surprisingly quick and strong orgasm he gave me. If he hadn’t been holding me up with his mouth and hand I think I’d have actually swooned to the floor.

Knowing Princess was watching while her husband made me come was incredibly hot. Discovering that she’d put dinner on the table by the time I’d got my balance back was even better…

Appetites

Bratty

Princess has a much stronger bratty streak than me. Not is she amused by my love of following Master’s rules, but she still keeps trying to set them herself.

So yesterday when I said I was going to call round and use her, she told me what would suit. Smiling to myself, my Master stepped and reminded her she is a sex toy who doesn’t get to choose.

But she does get a punishment for trying to. She was going to be spanked forty times on her ass with my hand while wearing the jiggle balls and the wand on her clit and she was going to have to try to come in that position.

I do love seeing her gorgeous ass up in the air so spanking her is one of my greatest joys in life. I’m also getting more practised at it and seemed to be able to deliver a good smack each time.

She squirmed and bucked and winced under my hand and I especially enjoyed hearing her count to ten and hearing the effort in her voice. I spanked each side ten times before switching over, stopping to see how glowing red her ass was.

She didn’t come but she did enjoy the sensation of the balls moving inside her each time my hand hit her willing and waiting ass and she was so wet when I stopped and took the balls out, it wasn’t much difficulty to slip my whole fist into her.

 

I probably shouldn’t say how much I’m enjoying her brattiness but it has its moments…

Bratty

Panties

panties in cunt

My Master was pleased with how my training went the other night, getting four of my five pervertable purchases into my cunt with relative ease and resulting orgasms.

But I still didn’t manage to get the Coke can inside me so my punishment was a pair of panties. I’m so well trained now that the idea of wearing them overnight made my heart sink.

Then my Master told me I’d wearing them inside my cunt overnight and wasn’t to pull them out until morning. My stretched wet pussy wondered if I’d even be able to feel them?

I rolled them up and slipped them inside and discovered I’ve stretched so much I could hardly feel them go in and had to push them in as deep as possible to be able to hold onto them. And then I completely forgot about them overnight.

Next morning I pulled them out of my ruined pussy, noticing that it had stayed wet all night and probably explained the filthy dreams I had had.

I’m quite keen to wear panties again this way and the next pair goes to the best comment on the blog. I do like to show my appreciation and work even harder for my Master…

 

 

Panties

Showing Off

fist writing

It’s surprisingly tricky to take a photograph of yourself with a fist inside you, especially when you want to show off your own blog at the same time too.

But my Master had ordered me to do so and I deserved a punishment for taking so long to do it. So that fist didn’t make me come this time and I’m still walking round with the writing on my skin to mark me as belonging to him.

It’s extremely distracting.

 

 

 

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