Oh, Those Glorious Cocks
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Posted:Jun 8, 2009 11:00 pm
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Oh, those glorious cocks. Cocks in all shapes, sizes, colors. Some are cut and some aren't, and I love them all. For a true cock lover like me, I can never have enough and like the Lay's potato chip commercial, I can't just stop at one (and I wouldn't want to).
I had the wonderful opportunity to spend a little time with a gentleman earlier this afternoon. We were unable to meet last week due to a little mix up on the phone number on my part, but I made up for it today when he got to experience a southern lollipop for himself. I have to thank him for getting me nice and wet first. That was a real treat for me, and it made me want to please him even more. I had to laugh when I was with him and he would tell me to take it easy so he wouldn't cum so soon and then when he finally said, "Fuck it. Let me cum." That's when I really went to town. I would have loved to have spent so much more time with him and had more chances to give him what he enjoyed.
After we parted, I was hungry for more. I get that way sometimes, so I drove over to Spokane to this little place on Sprague and Farr. I feel bad that the men have to pay $10 to go upstairs and the women are free, but I guess a lot more men come in when they know a woman is going to be there. I wasn't wearing anything special - just a tan shirt and matching capri pants, but when I went to suck my first cock there, I took my shirt off and underneath was the low cut black lace teddy I wore to Glory Holes last week. That definitely got some attention and let the men know I was there, real, and I came to play. Of course I had worn it earlier with this other gentleman, and he seemed to like it as well.
I enjoyed another six cocks before I finally decided to leave and come home. I would have loved to have stayed longer and enjoyed more, but my father was waiting for his milk and he doesn't sleep well without it. I do try to be a good as well as a good cock sucker.
I loved pleasing each and every one of the men I was with (well, with the exception of one, but I still pleased him). I must confess I did have one surprise: there was a woman in the room with me and she asked me if there was anything she could do for me. I told her I just needed to cool down a little. The rooms can get hot and stuffy, and when the room is packed with men lined along the walls waiting for their turn, it gets pretty warm. Anyway, I kind of had it in my mind that I might enjoy a little pussy while I was there, too. Bonus, I thought. It turned out she was a he, and he was waiting for his surgical reassignment surgery. Fortunately, I found this out before I went to eat her out. You have to laugh at life sometimes, and this was one of those times. I must say, he was pretty convincing.
My Master wants me to suck at least seven cocks when I go to the White Rose this weekend, but I don't really think that's going to happen there. However, I know I can do it at this place, and I think I'm going to go back another night and see if I can have ten or more. I enjoy what I do, and it was a real kick to hear one of the men whose cock I was sucking tell the other men that I could teach the women on the DVD something about technique. I'm not a messy cock sucker. I do try to stay neat and clean, although there are times when I do find I get a little more saliva on a larger cock, but I always make sure I clean up after myself and they are nice and clean when I'm finished with them.
Of course, I also enjoyed when my teddy came down, along with my pants and I got petted myself by a few men. I do enjoy that and those nice strokes, not to mention the tit play. It helps having big tits they can enjoy and one of the men wanted to titty fuck me. Now how could I refuse him? What would be the point of having big tits if they can't be enjoyed on a multitude of levels? Maybe next time I'm there, I can be bent over a chair and fucked, too. It's not supposed to happen there, but I don't think anyone would turn me in for offering more, especially if they got to join in on the fun, and let's face it: a lot of men like to watch. Hell, I enjoy watching, but I enjoy participating so much more. I'm just grateful that I'm appreciated for one of my many talents and can share it with others.
Cocks. Glorious cocks. God, I love 'em.
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Just a Little Rant
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Posted:Jun 6, 2009 11:11 am
Last Updated:Apr 18, 2024 12:30 pm
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Meeting people online is so much different than meeting them in person. For me, I prefer meeting online initially since I am incredibly shy. I can remember the first time I went to the club and I sat in the back most of the evening. I enjoyed myself, as I enjoy people watching and listening to music, and I did end up playing with a gentleman later that evening, but still, meeting in person for the first time is really stressful. Once I'm with someone though and know what I'm doing, where it's going, then I'm fine. I'm confident about what I do in the bedroom (or wherever we happen to be), and my shyness goes away.
That's one of the things I like about meeting people online so much. I can be myself (I can in person, too, but it's a lot harder to open up then), and I generally don't have to worry so much about the "rejection" factor since I have my picture posted along with my profile on the various sites or can provide one if asked for in an e-mail. I know a lot of people who don't represent themselves accurately or completely honestly, and that is one of my pet peeves, so I make sure I am as honest as possible in representing who I am. I don't like thinking I'm meeting someone who looks a certain way only to discover they look nothing like their picture. Of course, I've been told I don't look like mine (my hair is shorter now since I've had it trimmed and it's a bit redder. I've lost some weight since the pics were taken and I'm wearing my contacts more now, but other than that, I think I pretty much look the same, although I've been told I look "prettier" in person. Yeah, right), but it's pretty accurate.
Meeting people in these smaller towns is even harder, especially if you're somewhat limited in partners and small town mentality. For me, being a bigger woman who is almost 30 makes a difference as well, especially since I don't like to go to the bars and I also live an "alternative lifestyle." I'm working on becoming a social worker and I do have to pay attention to my reputation in this town, and I can't necessarily afford for all of my preferences and predilections to become fodder for the gossip mill, but I don't like "hiding" who I am inside. It's a compromise I have to make here, but I can let that woman out when I'm with others in larger communities where not everyone knows everyone else's business.
As a standard member, I am limited in the profiles I can view and at what times. Recently, I was contacted by a man from my hometown who wanted to play. He was a new gold member, so I couldn't view his profile until just a couple of nights ago and then I got to see who he was. It turned out I knew him, which wasn't a good thing in this case. I ended up canceling on meeting him because of it and some of the things I know about him, and it was only after I told him this that he sent me a message telling me he was going to cancel on me. Hell, he could see my pictures (all of them, including the nude shots) three days before I could see his, and he knew me, too. It irritates me that he told me he was going to cancel for the same reasons, but didn't bother to do so until after I did. Maybe it was a face-saving gesture on his part, but I think he could/should have thought about that when he saw my pics and then chose to contact me. IF I had been able to see his picture initially, I would never have agreed to see about meeting him.
People backing out/reneging on meeting just irritates the hell out of me, and I really don't like doing it. I can remember my Master's words when He told me to show up, that too many people didn't. I didn't really understand the concept at that time, but have learned it since. There have been times when I've been bailed on, much to my irritation and it's really pissed me off. I don't like to clean my ass out for nothing (I don't always know when my ass will be fucked, so I plan ahead just in case), not to mention the fact that I don't like taking the time and money to drive 90 miles or more and then wait for a few hours for no one to show up. Anymore, I've gotten to the point, where I don't like to give a person a second chance if that's the way he's going to be. I know sometimes things come up, like with Master and having to work. I would never hold that against Him, although it does irritate me, but I also know it's not something He does intentionally. He does enjoy using and playing with His little cunt slave.
I can also recall a post when Master kind of jumped on a couple for not showing up at Glory Holes. They had said they "might" be there (how committal), but didn't come and then didn't let people know they weren't going to come after they had already announced in a discussion post that they might be there. I don't blame Master for jumping them. It was rude and inconsiderate and they should have let people know they weren't going to make it after all. I know I make a point of being there when I say I will, and I always show up (unless something completely unforeseen happens, and then I get hold of the parties involved if at all possible and let them know). If I say I'm going to be at Glory on a certain night at a certain time, then I'm there. Master knows I'm dependable that way and He knows I never fail to show, which inspires more confidence in me. He knows He can trust my word.
It just irritated me and pissed me off with this guy who thought he would be able to fuck me and then decides to "bail" after I told him I wouldn't be there. He had the opportunity to see me before and had the time to make his decisions and choices then, which he did when he said he would bring the condoms. I know one thing I've learned from this: I won't agree to meet anyone local until I've had a chance to see his/her picture and find out more who he/she is. This town is too small and sometimes, the convenience of meeting someone local just isn't worth the risk.
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Solo Play
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Posted:Jun 4, 2009 8:44 pm
Last Updated:Sep 20, 2016 8:37 am
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Master wants me to suck more cocks at the club the next time I go. "At least seven," He says, but I don't know if that's going to be possible to do there. There is a place in Spokane, however, that I might be able to do it if enough men come in. I do so enjoy sucking cocks, but that doesn't mean I want to suck just any man's cock. One man here wants me to suck his cock, no reciprocation whatsoever, just so he can get off. Who the fuck does he think he is? My Master? I told this guy to come to the club and I would play with him there, but truthfully, I don't expect to see him show up, and I'm fine with that. I love sucking cocks, but at the same time, I don't like being treated like a in the process, and I really don't want to play with someone who thinks that's all I'm good for. My Master doesn't see me that way, and I don't think anyone else should either. I do have more self-worth than what this man seems to think.
I spent last night home alone with my toys. I can cum but have a difficult time with having an orgasm, but I'm working on that. I've been finding that I am becoming more sexually responsive to certain touches, but it's a process to retrain myself. I had shut down for so long that it got to the point where I couldn't feel a lot of touches and didn't respond. Now, I still have some problems feeling some things, but that isn't so much a mental block as it is a physical thing.
It was so hot last night and I was so incredibly horny. I'd had a chance to talk with Master a little and I missed Him so much this weekend. No one can touch me the way He does. Actually, it was with Him that I first started realizing I could feel pleasure physically, and I'm incredibly grateful to Him for it. He'll never fully know what it's meant to me. I can only hope to be able to show Him my gratitude when I'm with Him.
I went to bed and took my toys back to my room. I opened the bag and decided what toys I wanted to play with. Sensuality was what I wanted last night, so I took out a couple of vibrators, the nipple clamps, feather duster, chenille mitt, flogger, blindfold, and clit stimulator gel. I wanted to solely focus on the sensations. I started by putting the blindfold on and stroking my tits at first and I began to see where the changes were in terms of what I could and couldn't feel. The upper slopes can feel the soft touches, gentle kisses, tenderness, but the lower parts can't. I have to be rougher there, and I took the time to twist and pull on my nipples hard, pulling them away from my body so I could feel the pain. I could feel myself breathing in deeper with each tug and twist, and I could also feel my pussy getting wetter as well. I took the clamps out and put them on and I could feel them biting into the nipples more. The ones I used are the third pair I have bought, but these are the ones that work. I used one hand to pull on the chain a little to tighten them even more while I used the other hand to stroke the upper slopes.
Then I started touching my sides and stomach. I can feel light touches there, and I found that I prefer soft caresses. The same is true for my back and shoulders. Harder touches with the hands hurt, but the flogger on them felt good. I can't explain why, other than the texture or force, but I enjoyed whipping my shoulders with the flogger and could feel them heating up with each lash.
I rolled over onto my side and stroked my ass, feeling the soft flesh and I squeezed hard. I could feel the muscle respond to my pressure and I could also feel my body tightening, wanting more. I stood up and took the flogger to my ass, bringing it down as hard as I could from side to side. It's nowhere near as hard as Master can do it, but then again, I'm also not in the right position to get the right angle and downswing either. Still, it felt good and I could feel my ass heating up as well and getting redder.
I laid back down on the bed and took the mitt to my ass, stroking it softly, allowing myself to feel the gentle texture of the mitt, the pressure of my hand in it, and I could feel my hips beginning to move slightly, wanting more, so I got out the third vibrator and slid it into my ass and turned it on high.
I then rolled back over onto my back, making sure I had the towels placed beneath my hips and started stroking my outer lips. I could feel their softness and also thought I need to shave again, but that can wait for the time being. I tugged on the little hairs that I had just started growing back and could feel a little pain, but nothing that wasn't enjoyable. I reached in further and felt the inner lips and how they were starting to respond, to enlarge, and I slipped a finger inside my pussy. It was really starting to get wet, and I couldn't help but bring my finger to my lips so I could taste it.
I took a little of the clit stimulator gel and worked it onto my clit and could instantly feel it heating up. Then I took the G-spot vibrator and slid it inside my pussy while I took the little gold one and worked on my clit. Sometimes I would put it aside and work my clit with my fingers. I've been finding I'm getting more responsive that way. I used to do a lot handwork before and could never get myself to this point before, so I know the training is working. My walls are coming down and I can feel myself being able to physically respond more.
I could feel my hips moving back and forth, fucking into the vibrator. I went back to using the gold vibrator, using it to stroke along my clit, and I could feel myself approaching the edge. My hips kept thrusting back and forth and I bore down hard and released. I could feel the fluids running down my legs, soaking into the toweling beneath me and then I could feel my pussy starting to throb and I could hear these little moans of delight. I never used to make sounds before. I used to share a bedroom with my sister growing up and my parents were right across the hall. We always slept with our doors opened, so I learned early on to bed VERY quiet, and it's only been these past few months that I've been able to make any sounds, to verbally release what I feel inside, and it makes it that much more pleasurable, that much more intense.
I could feel myself cumming hard and it was such a release. It was nowhere as good as it would have been with my Master, but I'll take what I can when I can, even it's when I'm alone. Either way, I ended up completely soaked with sweat and had to take a shower to cool down before I could go to sleep. I had soaked through 4 layers of toweling into the bed and had to clean the bed a little before going to bed, but it was definitely worth it and I slept so much better.
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Missoula Playtime and Limits
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Posted:Jun 1, 2009 9:00 pm
Last Updated:Jun 2, 2010 7:03 pm
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I'm kind of in a reflective mood today. I missed seeing my Master this weekend. His work schedule got completely fucked up and we didn't get to see each other as planned. I was really looking forward to seeing Him again as well as meeting this lady He was going to bring and playing with both of them. I've never seen Master with another woman, and I was really looking forward to spending some time watching Him be pleased by another.
I did get to play myself while I was in Missoula though, but I was also disappointed by the lower numbers of men at Glory. The only thing I can think is the warmer weather kept them out. At least, that's what I hope. I was there at the time I had specified, and I did get to enjoy the company of 6 gentlemen Saturday night/Sunday morning, but it wasn't enough to completely satisfy me. There could have been 7, but one man asked me how much my Master would charge him for me to spend the night with him. I told him Master wasn't my , that He was my Master, and then I told him I didn't think my Master would want me to play with him, so I went outside for a while. It didn't help things when I was at the club last week and a woman there told me I shouldn't be "giving it away" like I do. "Make them pay for it," she said. Well, hell. The men do pay for the motel rooms (I pay when I go to see Master), but I pay for my own gas to get there. She told me I should be charging them, and then between that, the comment that one man made, and another man who asked me after I had sucked his cock if he could pay me, well, I kind of felt like I was being treated a bit like a , and I don't like that.
What's wrong with the fact that there are just some women who really enjoy sucking cocks? I don't want to do it for a living. My career goal is not to be a (been there, done that when I was a , and have no desire to go back to it). If I'm going to be paid for my "skills" it's going to be for writing short stories or listening. Especially since I'm studying to become a social worker. Those are the skills I want to be paid for, and I'm good at them, too. Of course, I'm not too shabby when it comes to sucking cocks, either, but I do that because I enjoy it. Not because I "have to." Well, OK, I do "have to," but it's not like "because Master tells me I have to." It's because I have this need inside to suck them, and I have in order to satisfy that need.
This weekend also tested some of my limits. I have a very difficult time placing them. Part of it is that I don't feel everything as well as I could physically, and sometimes I can't tell when something is too intense or damaging. It's not a good thing. But there are times when I can tell. Of course, it has to be pretty extreme in those cases. There were a couple of men I had to do that with, and a third man who didn't listen to my limits.
The first man I was with Saturday night was great, and I really enjoyed being with him in my motel room. I'm looking forward to seeing him again when I go back. We both ended up learning something from each other, and I got to show him the softer side of BDSM and how pain and pleasure can by simpatico. I absolutely loved the way he touched me, and I want more of that. I like rough touches in certain areas and soft touches in other areas, but it depends on what it is. I love having the floggers, paddles, belts, whips, and riding crops used on my ass, back, and shoulders, and I like it when Master leaves welts and bruises there, but when it comes to being touched by hands there, I prefer the soft touch and I respond to that. It's strange, but harder touches with hands hurt me, and the whippings don't. Go figure. This man definitely had the golden touch.
The second man I was with (the first at Glory) was great, too. He had told me he would definitely be there, and it was nice to see a "familiar" face. I wore these black jeans and low cut black lace teddy with a cardigan over it. Of course, the cardigan was just until I could get back to the booths and when I would leave them. There wasn't a man I was with that night who didn't appreciate getting to play with my tits. Of course, I knew most men like that, and so it was kind of like an extra bonus. They got their cocks sucked and could play with tits.
I was surprised to hear that not too many women go back to the booths, let alone go in them. In fact, one man told me he had never seen a woman back there before. I always go back when I go. I mean, I do browse the store, and sometimes I buy something, but I always go to the back several times over the course of the evening.
The second man I was with was the first one I had to set a limit with. I hate it when a man has oil all over his cock, almost as bad as lube. I can understand it makes self-stroking easier and more enjoyable and he didn't know I was going to be there, but still... I hate the taste. Anyway, I did go in the booth with him and I did have a good time. When I go into the booths, I'm using to having my tits played with and sucking their cocks. I'm also used to my knees killing me by the end of the night and hurting for the next few days, so this time, I took a towel with me for padding, but I didn't end up needing it this time. I got to have the chair most of the time, and I liked that.
Well, when I got in the booth, I took my sweater off, and his eyes just got big and I knew what he was thinking. It didn't take a rocket scientist to figure out what he wanted. The top part of the teddy came down almost at once and his hands were all over me. I enjoyed that very much, and then he had me sit so he could just "lay over me" and slather oil all over them. He had me suck his cock, and then stop so he could play with "the girls" again. He started pulling on them hard and I like that rougher play and started responding. That seemed to really get him off, and he started slapping them. That was good, and I enjoyed it. Before long, my pants and the rest of the teddy were down and he started to finger my pussy. God, I loved that. The only thing I didn't like was the fact that he was using oil and not lube. Oil in a pussy is hard to get cleaned out. It can attract bacteria and it has a tendency to break down some of the latex in condoms. Just not a good combination, but it sure felt good on the tits.
He started fingering me, I sucked him some more, and he'd have me stop again so he could finger even more. Well, the more he added, the more I was enjoying it, but then he went for the fist. That was when I had to place the limit and tell him to back off. It might have been different if we had been in a bed, but I was in a chair, and it was a little too intense. I'm pretty tight anyway, and it was just a bit much right then, so I told him to back off it a bit. Up until then, I was truly enjoying it. I wasn't too keen on finger fucking his ass while he finger fucked my pussy, but I was willing and he was cleaned out. He did provide the lube and he did clean my hand for me, which was nice of him. Most men don't even consider that aspect.
I did get him off completely, but by the time we were finished, I had to go to the bathroom and wash the oil off my face and tits.
The next man I sucked was the first one I took back to the motel. I had gone in the booth with him and started sucking his cock, and then he said he wanted to fuck me. He kept trying to get me to go to his apartment, but I'm leery about going with men I don't know back to their places. I prefer neutral territory or my own where I can have the home court advantage. He did agree to that, but when we got back to my motel, he asked me if I smoked. I told him I did, and he could smoke in the room since it was one you could legitimately. Then he asked me about smoking a bowl with him. I told him I didn't do drugs, that I had been in rehab twice and didn't use anymore. He asked if he could light up, and I told him I would prefer he didn't do it there. So he went into the bathroom and lit up. I should have kicked his ass out of the room right then and there, but I didn't. The next time something like that happens, I will. I didn't appreciate him not respecting my limit or sobriety. I didn't care that he came in with a can of beer. I drink on occasion myself, but nothing hard and certainly not to excess anymore. I don't even drink to get buzzed when I do drink, but I still have to be careful.
Anyway, we did play and he asked me if he could fuck me in the ass. I like being fucked there, so I told him he could, but I was still put off by his lighting up. He fucked me, came, and then he left, and I hurried to get dressed again and went back to Glory.
When I got there, there was a man outside who was stroking his cock as I sat in my van finishing my cigarette. He could see some of my tits in the lights outside and I knew he was hoping I would come inside. I did, and I did end up sucking his cock, too. He didn't cum however, no matter what I did. I tried sucking and hand work, but nothing. It turned out he'd had way too much to drink earlier and just couldn't do it. He could get hard, but not much else.
There was another man in the booth next door and he was watching through the hole and then poked his cock through, so I sucked his while I stroked the man I was with. This time I was glad for the hole because this guy was trying to ram his cock down my throat and he had the length to do it, even through the hole. He got off, and then I went outside for another smoke. The man I was with came out with me, and we talked for a while until I finally told him to get in the van. He told me I didn't have to tell him twice, and I took him back to the motel.
He never was able to cum, even when he had sobered up more, but he did spend some time kissing and stroking me, eating my pussy, and he did try to fuck me. The most he could get was precum several times, and I could get him hard, but not enough for the ride. Damn, I was incredibly horny, too. When we were in bed together, we were on our sides, and I could feel his cock against me and it was hard. I kept backing into it, and he was able to fuck my ass a little, and I do mean, a little, like about a couple of inches. Still, it did feel nice, but I wanted so much more. I wanted my Master to be fucking my ass the way He does. He's incredible at it, and I love it even more the more He does.
This man enjoyed playing with my tits, too, but he did get a little too rough at one point, and I had to tell him to take it down a notch, too. He did, but then he stopped altogether for a while. When he finally started again, I had to tell him he could be rougher, just not quite as rough as he had the last time. I suppose that can seem kind of confusing to a man, but there is a point where pain isn't pleasurable and he had crossed that point. Up until then, he knew I was enjoying it. I may not make a lot of noise, but I do make some when I'm enjoying it, and he could tell, especially when my back started arching.
I didn't get to sleep until after 7. I'd arrived at Glory close to 10:30, left once to be fucked, came back, and didn't leave again until 3. It was pretty dead then, and I left with this other man. Check out was at 11, and I had the alarm set for 9:45, and I know I didn't sleep all the time. Just a few minutes and I'd wake again.
I thought about going back to Glory for a morning snack, but I didn't. Maybe next time. I know the next time, I'm going to go into one of the booths with the viewing window, sit in the chair, and start stroking myself and let someone watch me get off. Maybe he'll want to come in and help with that, and then I can get him off.
Limits are hard for me, and while I didn't assert myself as well as I could have with the pot smoking, I did with the other things, and I'm glad I did. There was a time when I wouldn't have. I had no limits of my own to speak of, and now I have some. I don't have to submit to just any man in every capacity. I do have choices, and Master lets me make my choices as well. He does let me have limits, but He also pushes my limits. That's His "job," not someone else's.
The man who brought the pot told me I would come to Missoula whenever he summoned me and I would do whatever he wanted. All I can say to that is in his fucking dreams. The only One who has the authority to do that is Master, and this man couldn't even begin to come close to commanding me the way He can and does.
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Anticipation and Imaginary Lovers
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Posted:May 30, 2009 1:48 am
Last Updated:Jun 2, 2010 7:03 pm
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Just a few more hours now and I will be on the road to Missoula and to see Master and the lady He is bringing. I wonder what she will be like. I know so very little about her, but I am definitely hoping to spend an enjoyable evening with the two of them and then all the men I spend time with at Glory Holes.
I had my hair cut yesterday and it's so much shorter now, close around my shoulders, but the dead ends are off and it looks much nicer now. It's still long enough for Master to pull it hard as He fucks me, and I know He likes doing that.
There are still a few more preparations to make before we meet tonight. I still need to shave my pussy again. I hate that part. I can never get it as smooth as I would like and the waxing thing just doesn't work for me. I've tried. Maybe I'll see about going into a professional one of these days and have it done. Personally, I prefer being trimmed. I like being able to reach down and tug on the hair a little. It turns me on more and I like to spend time pulling on it before sliding my fingers inside my wet pussy.
It seems the older I'm getting, the more I'm craving sex. No, not sex, but a really good fucking. Fucking is so much more intense. It's more animalistic and primal. There's a sense of "violence" to it that I really enjoy. I like feeling that exchange of heat and lust between two people. The looks they give each other, knowing they are about to fuck each other until they both drop from exhaustion. It seems like most of my partners drop long before I do. It's been that way most of the time now. I don't know where the stamina comes from, but I can outlast men almost half my age who weigh a lot less and keep going all night long. The only thing that slows me down is my knees, especially if I spend a lot of time on them, which I will be tonight.
I don't know if the lady is staying with me in the motel or not, but either way, I hope to bring back a man or two (or however many) to keep me company after I'm done at Glory. I don't plan on leaving until I've enjoyed at least 10 cocks. I would have thought that by this time in my life I would be slowing down more and have a lower sex drive, but that is so far from being true for me, and I'm glad. I spent too many years doing nothing but handwork, and I feel like I'm making up for those 6 1/2 year all at once. At least that's what Master says. I'm glad He doesn't have a problem with the number of men I've been with. Some haven't been real great, but others I would have liked to have seen more often. Of course, then there are those I am incredibly grateful I will never be fucking again. Like the T-girl who shit all over my hand while I was fisting him and sucking his cock. That put an end to that real quick as far as I was concerned. Of course, I ended up faking it that night. I thought his ego had taken enough of a hit and I really didn't see how I could tell him he sucked at eating me out. No pun intended. He was bad - all I could feel was a little pressure and transfer of warmth, but I lay there moaning for him just so he would feel better about himself. I hate doing that, and I rarely do it, but sometimes a man needs his ego pacified. Of course, a woman does too, every now and then, and I do like hearing that I am pretty good at sucking cocks. I may not be able to deep throat like I would like at the moment, but that will come in time. At least I hope so. At any rate, I'm sure I can please several men tonight.
I wonder how many will be there. I'm hoping I can just go from room to room without too long of a wait in between. The last time I was there I felt like a vulture of sorts, waiting for another man to come back so I could enjoy him. I just wasn't satisfied with 4, 5 including Master. I wanted so many more, and I hope to have at least twice as many tonight. I will miss going to the club though. It will be the first time I've missed going since I started, and I'm going to miss it. Still, it's a chance to be with Master, and I don't get the opportunity to be with Him as often as I would like.
I feel like being more brazen tonight. I'm going to wear the black jeans and hope they don't fall down too badly (I've lost 35 pounds so far, and they're already sliding down my hips), the black teddy (I want to show my tits off and let the men have easier access to them), and a crocheted cardigan (just for modesty purposes until I get in the booth anyway). I wore it at the club last week and I liked exposing myself more then, so I think I'll wear it there, too. I'm also going to wear it on the drive over and hopefully get a few smiles of appreciation from some of the men on the road. Can't say I'll get that from some of the more family oriented women, but I don't care. If they think I'm a slut or a , oh well. At least I'm out having a good time, and I feel like I'm long overdue in that department.
It's about time for bed, but I'm still feeling restless. I'm imagining a lover's hands on me, stroking me. I can feel his lips kissing my neck, hitting that one spot that drives me wild with desire, that makes me want to drop to my knees every time and take him deep in my mouth and please him the best I possibly can. I can imagine him laying me back on the bed, still kissing me all over, his hands running across my breasts, tasting them, sucking hard on my nipples, making them more harder and more erect. Feeling his hands work their way down over my stomach, parting my legs and feeling my shaved pussy, and stroking me to get me even wetter. I can imagine him kissing me the same way, working his way down until he finally reaches my pussy and starts to lap up the juices. I can feel my back arching as he sucks on my clit and puts his fingers in my pussy, feeling for that one spot that makes me twitch and beg for more. I can hear my soft moans as he does wonders with his tongue, working me into a fevered pitch before he kneels before me and slowly and deeply starts to fuck me. I can feel his cock deep inside me, his hands roaming over my tits, feeling them, bending over for a kiss every now and then. I love being kissed just so, and I can never get enough of it. Master never kisses me except on the forehead or cheek with the exception of the first time we met, and I know He would be an incredible kisser. There isn't anything He can't do and do phenomenally well.
I can feel the heat and intensity building as this man continues to fuck me, the tension building inside and I can feel his urgency building as well. I can tell he's about ready to cum when he thrusts in faster, harder, and deeper, and I can feel it building inside me too for the first time. I wonder if he will be able to take me to that place where I can finally cum with another person.
I wonder if that imaginary lover will be someone I meet tonight or perhaps tomorrow before I head for home. But for tonight, it's getting late, and I'm going to get the toys out one more time before I pack them and imagine they are this mystery lover.
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Toys and Horniness
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Posted:May 28, 2009 2:24 pm
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Solitary play can be so nice at times. Yesterday I was in the mood and went back to my room to enjoy some alone time. In some ways I feel sorry for my toys and the bed since they get such a workout and the bed gets soaked, but it's so enjoyable.
With this hotter weather we're starting to have, it doesn't take long to work up a sweat, but it wouldn't have mattered if we'd been in a deep freeze. My body was so hungry for touch, even my own.
I like pain to a certain extent, and the new nipple clamps help with that. The other two pair I have slip off, and I like them to stay on. This new pair certainly does just that. In fact, I'm thinking about wearing them during the drive from Kellogg to Missoula on Saturday. Of course, I also plan on wearing just my jeans and a low cut lace teddy for the drive over as well. Sometimes you just feel like showing those tits off to others, and I like the idea of some of the truckers passing me to see as much as possible while still staying legal. That's the exhibitionist in me, I guess.
I'm getting more comfortable with my body all the time, and I know part of it is because of Master, and part of it is because of the swingers club I've been going to. The first time I was there, I sat in the back most of the evening and didn't really approach anyone. The second time I was there, I got to ride the sybian. I'm definitely going to get one of those as a graduation gift for earning my Bachelors in a few years. It's one of those really pricy toys (about $1500) that I'm going to have to save up for, but will be worth it.
I was about to get on the sybian when all the men came into the room where the ladies had been playing and I wasn't about to strip down in front of them. My legs are so short I wasn't sure I would even be able to mount the thing and I didn't want to be embarrassed, so I waited until there was only a single couple in there. I made the compromise of just wearing my longer lace tunic and bra while I got on, and I was so happy that I could mount the sybian. I liked the rotation, but I really liked it when I added the vibration to it. It was so incredibly powerful, and I took that bad boy to the max. I just shut my eyes and focused on the sensations, and Lord, it felt soooo good. Of course, I also enjoyed the two ladies who came in and started stroking my ass, freeing my tits from my shirt and bra and started sucking on my nipples. I could hear one man talking about the foot massage he was getting from the sybian, and his wife asked him if he could imagine what it was doing to my pussy. I guess most women can't handle it that intensely, but I like intensity.
I could hear more people talking and the room felt a lot warmer. When I opened my eyes, I saw that I had been on the sybian for about 20 minutes and the room was filled with people watching. That night changed me. I didn't feel so self-conscious. No one made fun of my size. They just saw a woman enjoying herself with a very powerful toy and I know some were "amazed" at my level of endurance, although I really don't know why. I stayed on for about 30 minutes all total, and was able to get up and stand by myself, which I've also heard is kind of rare. I was going to put my pants back on (I never bother wearing panties at the club. Why bother? They're just going to come off later anyway), but I didn't, and in fact, I didn't bother putting anything else back on until morning. I just ran around the club barefooted, with just my shirt and bra on. It was kind of liberating.
Of course, after being on the sybian, I was absolutely in need of a cock to suck, and it didn't take too long to get one. I took him into a public room this time instead of private, and I went to work on him with such a desire it wasn't even funny. He was the one who couldn't stand when I was finished with him. Of course, I also got into it more since I was also being stroked at the same time by someone I never did see. I certainly hope to meet him again and have some play time with him.
The last time I was at the club, I wore a dress with the teddy underneath. I later ended up taking the dress off and just wore the teddy. It was the first time I had been willing to display
"the scar" in front of so many people, and I admit, I was anxious about it, but I got over it. I ended up feeling sexier than I had in a long time, and I couldn't wait to be able to enjoy more men, which I did later. Sometimes I really love men, especially when their cocks are nice and hard and they let me play with them and suck them the way I want.
It seems between the club and getting ready to see Master, I've been in this perpetually horny state and am wet all the time. I know men are supposed to reach their sexual peaks when they're in their late teens and women in their late 20's, but I'm almost 39, and I feel like I'm in a sexual hyperdrive and meltdown mode almost all the time. I can't wait for the next time when I get fucked. I like it hard and deep, as deep as they can go. I'm not really all that verbal, but I do make a few noises, and I long to be able to have that release again. I want to feel a cock sliding into my mouth so I can suck it hard and then feel it sliding into my wet pussy that's just waiting to its lips around it, to feel a man pumping into me like a jackhammer. Of course, I also like to take it up the ass and just let them go to town. I know there's still a stigma and taboo attached to anal sex, but I don't care. I like being an anal slut.
I like doggy best, since it seems they can go deeper that way, and I like feeling their hands on my hips and ass. I like having my hair pulled while they're fucking me. I never really used to enjoy sex all that much, but now, I can never get enough of it, and sometimes that's not a good thing. I've made some unwise choices regarding partners in the past, but I've learned from those mistakes, and even though I'm a submissive to most and a slave to Master, I have also learned to place my needs higher, primarily my need for safety.
Still, there are times when a man isn't around, especially here, and I have to resort to my toys. I'm so glad I decided to start rebuilding my toy box, but I go through so many batteries in a single session. Oh, but what fun it can be. I like dp, but being bigger makes it harder with men. However, I can do it with my toys to an extent, and I like to have three vibrators going at once. I have the long black licorice stick for my ass, sometimes the G-spot for my pussy and sometimes the "Big Blue" (my cucumber sized vibrator), depending on my mood and how quiet I need to be, and then my little gold one for my clit. Using all three at once gets me there and I love the sensation. It's not as powerful as the sybian, but the next time I try the sybian, I'm going to make sure I use the licorice stick in my ass as well and see how that works. I have a feeling the machine is going to be drenched.
Still, I have this desire. I can cum and have an orgasm using my toys, or even just by my own handwork, but I have yet to do so with another person, and I so long for it. Just once I would like to have the focus be on pleasing me as completely as possible. So many men have made the claim they can make me cum, and I just have to laugh since they either back out, or don't even get me anywhere near close. Where are the real men who can back up their promises? Do they even exist? Maybe that's one of the reasons I go through so many men, hoping to find the one who can actually deliver. I know I enjoy myself in the process, but I want it to happen so badly. Maybe one of the men I'll be with Saturday night can actually do it. I can only hope.
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The Last Time
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Posted:May 27, 2009 12:28 pm
Last Updated:May 31, 2009 12:59 pm
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Master has summoned me to return to Missoula once again and I'm so excited. He says He will have a lady for me to play with as well this time, and I'm really looking forward to that. I asked Him if I could watch Him fuck her and He told me she would be sitting on my face as He fucked her. That brings a smile to my lips and I can't wait to taste her for myself. This will be the first time He has played with her, and I'm looking forward to being there with Him.
Of course, I always look forward to seeing Him. The last time I saw Him was at the beginning of April. He called out of the blue and asked what my school schedule was like. I told Him I was in classes on Monday, Wednesday, and Friday, and He told me to come to Him on Thursday that week. I had classes the next day, but whenever Master sends for me, I come, no matter what else is going on. Besides, I hadn't seen Him in such a long time I wasn't about to pass up the opportunity.
I asked Master to bring the nipple clamps He had used on me in July. I had already bought two pairs of my own, but they kept slipping off, and I wanted something that would stay on the entire time, and I knew His did.
I arrived in Missoula a few hours before He was scheduled to come to my motel room. Master tells me if I'm with other men, they are supposed to pay for the rooms, but I am supposed to pay for them when I'm with Him, and I do every time. I make sure I budget it so I can do just that. Prices in Missoula are higher than in Coeur d'Alene, but that's OK. Any price is worth it to be with Him.
I spent some of my time grabbing a quick bite to eat, running up to Wal-mart since I was in such an excited hurry to come to Him I had forgotten to pack my make-up and had to get more. I can't imagine meeting Master without doing whatever I can to make myself more attractive for Him. I also spent time shaving my pussy. Normally I don't worry about it, but I know Master likes a smooth pussy and I do my best to shave for Him, to be the slave He enjoys.
By the time He arrived, I had done my prep, made the bed with the softer blanket and extra pillows He prefers, and had the candles lit. My heart beats so fast whenever I think of Him. It's never the same with Him and I never know everything He has planned. I was also excited since I was going to be able to give Him His gifts I had been waiting so long to give Him. I couldn't wait to see His reaction to His birthday gift. I had seen a black leather slave punishment belt at Ms. Kitty's in Spokane and thought about it, but didn't buy it at first. The more I got to thinking about it, I knew I had to have it for Him, so I drove back to Spokane just for the belt. I didn't want someone else to get the last one.
I always leave the door ajar for Him to come in since I never quite know what time He will be there. I wait anxiously for Him, and sometimes I stroke my pussy while I'm waiting for Him, just to take the edge off. I always get incredibly wet thinking about Him and can't wait.
The last time He came in, He set His bag down and stood behind me. I love it when He does that. I trust no other man like I do Him and I can feel myself relax when He's behind me. I can feel His body heat so close to mine and I can feel myself already surrendering to Him. I was wearing black jeans, a black lace shirt I bought just for Him, stockings, the black garter belt He told me to get, and a bra. As He stood behind me, I could feel His breath against my neck as He started undressing me, first taking the shirt off and then the bra. His large hands reached around and squeezed my tits and I just closed my eyes and sighed with pleasure. Then He lifted my left tit and and slapped it a few times and I could feel my body coming to life even more so. He did the same with my right tit and then He went and placed the clamps I asked Him to bring on them.
He had asked me what was in the bag and I told Him it was His birthday gift. I could tell that He liked it, especially when He used it on me later.
After Master put the clamps on, He told a cloth He had in His bag and placed it over my eyes. Sensory deprivation is not something we've done before although I've done it with others. This time He placed the cloth over my eyes and ordered me to my knees. I did as He told me, and He guided His cock to my mouth, which was eagerly awaiting Him. I know I still disappoint Him with my cock sucking skills, but only because I still have those deep throat gag issues. That's the only thing I need to work on. He told me He thought I'd been practicing, and I told Him I had, but when a man isn't big enough to reach your throat to make you gag, it's hard to work on those issues. Most of the men I'd been playing with of late had been on the smaller side, but I'd been working on going down further with the ones who weren't. I just didn't get to play with those men as often as I would have liked, and I don't make it a practice to ask a man the size of his cock before I suck him off. I just do it and I enjoy it.
Master was in complete control as always and He started fucking my mouth. I would gag at times, but I never stopped doing what I could to please Him. He had told me to take my pants off and play with my pussy while He was fucking my mouth, and I did my best, but I have short arms, and it makes sucking His cock a little harder, so I concerned myself with His pleasure rather than mine, just as a slave should always do. When He was ready to cum, He told me, "Here is cums. You'd better not gag on it," and I didn't. I swallowed every last drop, and I loved it. Master's cum always tastes so good and I can never get enough.
Then He told me to stand up and bend over the bed. I felt His hands come down on my ass and I could also feel He was using His new belt and the riding crop. He whipped harder this time, and I was so glad. I like it when He whips harder. This time He ended up leaving a few marks and bruises, but I like that as it gives me an extra reminder of who is in control and I can feel it for a few days.
His cock was still nice, hard, and wet from me sucking it, and I felt Him start pushing into my ass. I could feel the pain as He spread me open further, and then, within 4 strokes or so, He was in all the way and He fucked me hard this time. The initial pain is exquisite. I know it will give way soon, and I have learned to love the pain as well. The last time He had fucked me in the ass was back in July, and I think He was testing me out then. This time He knew it was what I liked and He knew I had been craving it so badly. No one can fuck like Master does. He is so good at it, and He never slips out. He is incredibly skilled and knows how to fuck as deep as possible. He asked me if this was where I wanted it, and I could only sigh with pleasure, and say, "Yes, Master." I could feel my pussy getting wetter as He fucked me harder this time, and I heard myself saying, "Fuck me." He told me to, "Shut the fuck up," and I did. I wasn't trying to tell Him what to do. It's just that it felt so good and it had been so long since I had been fucked so well. He continued to spank me and use the belt and crop as He fucked me, bringing it down on my ass, back, and shoulders.
He continued fucking me for a while and then I could feel Him pushing in even deeper as He came in my ass. I love it when He does that. I love Master's cum inside me. I always have. He pulled His cock out of my ass and then laid on the bed and told me to clean His cock. I knew He didn't mean with a washcloth, and I climbed on the bed and started to wash Him with my tongue. I had always sworn I would never suck a cock after it had been in my ass unless it had been washed with soap and water or had been in a condom, but when Master told me to clean His cock, I had absolutely no hesitation. He pushes my limits and all of a sudden, I find I have no limits with Him. He always manages to take me over to the next level, and I look forward to what He pushes next.
He had me clean Him nice and slow, and I found I could take His cock deeper and longer in this position. He noticed it as well and told me I was doing better. He wanted my tits surrounding His cock, and I pulled them up for Him. They are definitely more than a handful, but are also very good for surrounding any cock, which is probably why some of the men I'm with like to titty fuck me.
I continued cleaning Master's cock and I heard Him say, "If only your mother and sister could see you now." I laughed, especially since my family doesn't agree with my lifestyle, but I don't care. I have no intentions of going back to the life I had. I can finally breathe and I wouldn't want to go back to the stifling life I had before. I come to life when Master touches me the way He does, every time He does. He's not a "gentle" man, but I don't want Him to be gentle. He does as He wishes and is in complete control. I find myself not only submitting to Him each and every time, but completely surrendering in a way I could never possibly imagine.
Finally, He told me to get Him a warm wash cloth and wash Him off. I did as I was told and asked Him if the cloth was too warm. After all, I wouldn't want to burn Him. He said it was fine and as I washed Him gently, lovingly, I told Him I had missed Him. I also bent down and kissed His cock and told Him I had missed Him as well. I like it when I can make Master laugh, and He also knew I was speaking the truth.
We both had a cigarette and then got dressed and got ready to leave to go to Glory Holes. Master had introduced me to the place back in October and I have to go there every time I come to Missoula now. Not because He tells me to, but because I can't get enough of those lovely cocks. I love sucking them now, and I know it's because of Master. He told me to relax and enjoy the first time, and I do now.
This time Master has summoned me again and I'm coming back to Him on Saturday, May 30th. I'm looking forward to whatever He has planned (I never know everything, but that's OK. He is the Master, and I am His cunt slave). I do know we're going to Glory after and I'm hoping to have as many cocks as possible. He likes seeing me suck so many, and I like doing it. The only thing I don't like is how bad my knees hurt after being on the concrete floor for so long. I think I'm going to take a foam pad with me as He has suggested to make it easier.
I like going in the booths with the men. I can get closer contact and I also like to take my shirt and bra off so the men can play with my tits as I suck them. I've found most of the men like that, and I like pleasing them. I know it pleases Master when I please others.
I know I still have work to do with the deep throating, but I also know many of the men I'm with think I'm very good at what I do. Of course, I also wanted to learn to please Master better, so I actually studied various cock sucking techniques, and I love doing the Southern Lollipop with modifications. Apparently the men I'm with do, too, as they ask for more.
I want to please Master and I hope to be able to do so again when I see Him in a few days. I want to please Him in what I do with and for with Him and this lady and then at Glory. All I know is He has told me I will have lots of cocks to suck, and I'm not sure if that will be before or after we go to Glory, but I can't wait. I like Master watching and seeing how I'm pleasing others. I also like the fact that He knows I know how to please them and am eager to do it, to put their pleasure before my own. I hope I'm becoming the slave He wants me to be.
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Meeting the Master
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Posted:May 26, 2009 5:41 pm
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I was new here and didn't know anyone on this site. It had been such a long time since anyone had touched me, and that was mainly my own doing. Six long years had gone by and I had not felt the touch of a man or woman and I decided I missed it. I mean, let's face it: masturbating can be nice, but ones own touch does become predictable and it loses its thrill, but the touch of another person, especially someone new, is exciting. You don't know how he or she will touch you, how you will respond, and I wanted to have that back in my life again.
I met a man here and sent him a copy of my profile along with a message. I told him I didn't know if he would be interested in meeting me or not, but I had read his profile and really liked what he was into and an expert in. I asked him about possibly meeting, and I left it at that. A few days later I had a message waiting for me, asking me what my day was like. I had nothing pressing that day and told him I was free. He told me to meet him at Two Mile Road near St. Regis. That would be about halfway for us each since he would be coming from Missoula. I agreed to meet him and he even told me what to wear: a dress and no panties. He told me he would check first thing. I asked him about wearing a bra, and he told me he hadn't said anything about a bra. He told me to stop asking questions and to show up, that too many people were no shows. It never entered my mind to not show up. For some strange reason, I found myself already responding to this man in a powerful, visceral way that I couldn't explain before I even left the house.
I started preparing myself to meet him. I cleaned up, got dressed in a pair of shorts for the drive over, and I found myself thinking about meeting this man all the way over. I couldn't believe I was doing this. I had never done anything like it before, and had certainly never traveled that far to meet with someone I didn't know and had never seen, but I was compelled to meet him. I found myself getting excited and wet as I drove along on that hot July day, and by the time I arrived, I was soaking wet. I pulled off to the side of the road and started stripping out of my shorts and into the dress I was supposed to wear. There were a couple of men in a truck watching me undress, but I didn't care. I just knew I had to be in this dress before He showed up.
I saw him come off the freeway on his motorcycle and hurried to finish pulling the dress over my head and drove my van to where he was waiting. I could feel my heart beating hard in my chest and I was so incredibly nervous and excited at the same time. He was a handsome man and I found myself breathing harder as he came closer. We both said hello and he said, "Let me see if you obeyed." I lifted myself off the seat to pull my dress up and he felt all along my side, front, and back. I knew he was pleased I had obeyed when he said, " Good girl, and then he had me follow him over the bridge into the wooded area. He was able to ride his bike farther in than my van could go, so I got out and walked the rest of the way to him.
I could see how powerful he was in so many ways. Strong inside and very dominant and I liked that. He asked me what I was looking for, and I said, "I have to have control, but I can't understand it properly until I can know what it is to give it up voluntarily, willingly, and not have it taken from me." He told me he could work with that, and the next thing I knew, he was lifting my dress up, pulling my tits free from my bra, and attaching a pair of nipple clamps. I had never had such things on me, and yes, they hurt initially, but I also liked the feeling. It was intense, and I could feel myself breathing in even deeper, especially when he tugged on them a little and asked if it was too tight. I said told him it wasn't, and I could feel pleasure mixing with the pain.
He told me to get on my knees and he undid his pants. eagerly I took his cock in my mouth and started sucking him. I knew I wasn't great at it. I was so anxious and nervous, eager to please him. He told me to get up and bend over his bike and I was afraid I would tip it over leaning against it, so I braced myself as best as I could and the next thing I knew he had lifted my dress and I could feel his fingers inside my wet pussy, checking to see how wet I was. He stroked my ass a little and spanked it, and I could feel a certain sense of release being at his will and mercy. He told me to get back on my knees and suck him so he was hard, and I did as he instructed. He told me to just relax and enjoy, and again I did as he told me and started to suck slower, and for the first time ever in my life, I enjoyed sucking a man's cock. It wasn't something I did just because a man enjoyed it, but I found myself enjoying it as well. I could feel his cock getting bigger in my mouth, swelling, and I felt like I couldn't get enough. Then he told me to get down on my hands on knees.
He lifted my dress again, and this time I felt my ass being whipped with a flogger. I had never known that kind of touch and I longed for more. He wasn't exactly light handed about it, but he wasn't cruel either. He was firm and in control and I surrendered to him completely. I could feel his body pressing against mine as his cock started to push into my ass and I could also feel the pain. My ass hadn't been fucked in well over 10 years and I had forgotten how much it hurt, but within a few strokes, he was in all the way. He pushed deeper and all of a sudden, the pain went away and I could feel him fucking me and pulling my hair hard. He asked me if I liked that, and I said, "Yes." "Yes, what?" he demanded, and I said, "Yes, sir. I like it." He continued to fuck my ass until he came and then he pulled out and had me stand.
We spoke a few minutes as he smoked his cigarette and then he took the clamps off. It was sweet blessed relief to have them off, but I could still feel the tug he gave them before he took them off. We were only there for a little more than 45 minutes, but I knew I had found part of what I had been missing, what I needed. I needed to be dominated completely, to totally give my will over, and I did everything as he told me to the best of my ability.
We both left shortly after, and as I drove home, I could still feel the flogger coming down on my ass, his cum inside me, the clamps on my nipples, and I shivered every time I remembered the feel of his fingers inside my aching pussy.
After I came home, I sent him a message telling him how much I had enjoyed meeting him and that I hoped we could meet again. He was online then and he sent a message back: "Tell me if you are ready to become my slave. I will own you. You will have to ask for permission to be with anyone else. When you sucked my cock and relaxed, you did better. Just relax and enjoy. I enjoyed your ass."
I read his words, and thought about what he said. Was I really ready to give my will over to this man to control me? Was I ready to be owned, to have my life controlled by this man? I didn't have to think about it long, and I answered back within a few minutes. "I'm ready, sir, to be your slave, to have you use me as you wish." That was 10 months ago today, and I've never regretted being his in all this time. I am not just a submissive, but a slave to a Master who knows me, who only has to look at me, say a word, and I will do anything He tells me to do without hesitation. I am His, and I wouldn't have it any other way.
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Meeting the Master
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Posted:May 26, 2009 5:40 pm
Last Updated:May 28, 2009 9:01 am
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I was new here and didn't know anyone on this site. It had been such a long time since anyone had touched me, and that was mainly my own doing. Six long years had gone by and I had not felt the touch of a man or woman and I decided I missed it. I mean, let's face it: masturbating can be nice, but ones own touch does become predictable and it loses its thrill, but the touch of another person, especially someone new, is exciting. You don't know how he or she will touch you, how you will respond, and I wanted to have that back in my life again.
I met a man here and sent him a copy of my profile along with a message. I told him I didn't know if he would be interested in meeting me or not, but I had read his profile and really liked what he was into and an expert in. I asked him about possibly meeting, and I left it at that. A few days later I had a message waiting for me, asking me what my day was like. I had nothing pressing that day and told him I was free. He told me to meet him at Two Mile Road near St. Regis. That would be about halfway for us each since he would be coming from Missoula. I agreed to meet him and he even told me what to wear: a dress and no panties. He told me he would check first thing. I asked him about wearing a bra, and he told me he hadn't said anything about a bra. He told me to stop asking questions and to show up, that too many people were no shows. It never entered my mind to not show up. For some strange reason, I found myself already responding to this man in a powerful, visceral way that I couldn't explain before I even left the house.
I started preparing myself to meet him. I cleaned up, got dressed in a pair of shorts for the drive over, and I found myself thinking about meeting this man all the way over. I couldn't believe I was doing this. I had never done anything like it before, and had certainly never traveled that far to meet with someone I didn't know and had never seen, but I was compelled to meet him. I found myself getting excited and wet as I drove along on that hot July day, and by the time I arrived, I was soaking wet. I pulled off to the side of the road and started stripping out of my shorts and into the dress I was supposed to wear. There were a couple of men in a truck watching me undress, but I didn't care. I just knew I had to be in this dress before He showed up.
I saw him come off the freeway on his motorcycle and hurried to finish pulling the dress over my head and drove my van to where he was waiting. I could feel my heart beating hard in my chest and I was so incredibly nervous and excited at the same time. He was a handsome man and I found myself breathing harder as he came closer. We both said hello and he said, "Let me see if you obeyed." I lifted myself off the seat to pull my dress up and he felt all along my side, front, and back. I knew he was pleased I had obeyed when he said, " Good girl, and then he had me follow him over the bridge into the wooded area. He was able to ride his bike farther in than my van could go, so I got out and walked the rest of the way to him.
I could see how powerful he was in so many ways. Strong inside and very dominant and I liked that. He asked me what I was looking for, and I said, "I have to have control, but I can't understand it properly until I can know what it is to give it up voluntarily, willingly, and not have it taken from me." He told me he could work with that, and the next thing I knew, he was lifting my dress up, pulling my tits free from my bra, and attaching a pair of nipple clamps. I had never had such things on me, and yes, they hurt initially, but I also liked the feeling. It was intense, and I could feel myself breathing in even deeper, especially when he tugged on them a little and asked if it was too tight. I said told him it wasn't, and I could feel pleasure mixing with the pain.
He told me to get on my knees and he undid his pants. eagerly I took his cock in my mouth and started sucking him. I knew I wasn't great at it. I was so anxious and nervous, eager to please him. He told me to get up and bend over his bike and I was afraid I would tip it over leaning against it, so I braced myself as best as I could and the next thing I knew he had lifted my dress and I could feel his fingers inside my wet pussy, checking to see how wet I was. He stroked my ass a little and spanked it, and I could feel a certain sense of release being at his will and mercy. He told me to get back on my knees and suck him so he was hard, and I did as he instructed. He told me to just relax and enjoy, and again I did as he told me and started to suck slower, and for the first time ever in my life, I enjoyed sucking a man's cock. It wasn't something I did just because a man enjoyed it, but I found myself enjoying it as well. I could feel his cock getting bigger in my mouth, swelling, and I felt like I couldn't get enough. Then he told me to get down on my hands on knees.
He lifted my dress again, and this time I felt my ass being whipped with a flogger. I had never known that kind of touch and I longed for more. He wasn't exactly light handed about it, but he wasn't cruel either. He was firm and in control and I surrendered to him completely. I could feel his body pressing against mine as his cock started to push into my ass and I could also feel the pain. My ass hadn't been fucked in well over 10 years and I had forgotten how much it hurt, but within a few strokes, he was in all the way. He pushed deeper and all of a sudden, the pain went away and I could feel him fucking me and pulling my hair hard. He asked me if I liked that, and I said, "Yes." "Yes, what?" he demanded, and I said, "Yes, sir. I like it." He continued to fuck my ass until he came and then he pulled out and had me stand.
We spoke a few minutes as he smoked his cigarette and then he took the clamps off. It was sweet blessed relief to have them off, but I could still feel the tug he gave them before he took them off. We were only there for a little more than 45 minutes, but I knew I had found part of what I had been missing, what I needed. I needed to be dominated completely, to totally give my will over, and I did everything as he told me to the best of my ability.
We both left shortly after, and as I drove home, I could still feel the flogger coming down on my ass, his cum inside me, the clamps on my nipples, and I shivered every time I remembered the feel of his fingers inside my aching pussy.
After I came home, I sent him a message telling him how much I had enjoyed meeting him and that I hoped we could meet again. He was online then and he sent a message back: "Tell me if you are ready to become my slave. I will own you. You will have to ask for permission to be with anyone else. When you sucked my cock and relaxed, you did better. Just relax and enjoy. I enjoyed your ass."
I read his words, and thought about what he said. Was I really ready to give my will over to this man to control me? Was I ready to be owned, to have my life controlled by this man? I didn't have to think about it long, and I answered back within a few minutes. "I'm ready, sir, to be your slave, to have you use me as you wish." That was 10 months ago today, and I've never regretted being his in all this time. I am not just a submissive, but a slave to a Master who knows me, who only has to look at me, say a word, and I will do anything He tells me to do without hesitation. I am His, and I wouldn't have it any other way.
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