Bound, Gagged, Smacked, Fucked

Dueling cases of colds did not hold me and Teacher back from meeting up last night. Amongst boxes of Kleenex and bottles of Nyquil, we made room for some action. As I write I feel like utter ass, but I'll tough it out long enough to share the goods.



Things changed up a bit from my previous post, as we ended up running some errands and well, that involved me dressing up to go out in the cold, but when we got back, he had me undress, put on my corset lace boots and stand up on my knees. Candles were lit and we were quickly back in the mood.



He attached cuffs to both my wrists and ankles, and then connected those so I was linked together but still facing straight ahead. Taking two neckties he had left at my apartment, he applied on to my eyes as a blindfold,and one as a gag. As I did mention, I put on some of my music, and he was cool with it, as he said it was for my pleasure. (I am sorry I can not divulge the band name, as they're pretty obscure and I've been ranting about them to my friends, but let's just say it's some doom metal). Go figure though, I don't really recall hearing the music other than the noises in my own head.



Teacher started out by lightly flogging my tits. He really hasn't flogged my tits much, so this was a new sensation. I must have liked it because I recall sticking my chest out for more. Blindfolded, I honestly fell into subspace pretty damn quickly. I felt myself go a bit limp, that was until he started flogging my back and ass with the Viper Tongue. That damn thing feels like 101 bees stinging all at once and all I know is I started moaning to the point I almost felt I was going to speak in tongues. I had never heard this sound come out of me before, I wasn't crying or yelling, but one long extended groan. How long he flogged, who the hell knows, I know my ass was almost numb when he roused me from my state by scratching down either cheek, at that point I kind of wanted to stay where I was in my head, but he wasn't having any of that, he unbuckled my wrists as they were apparently changing colors, and had me place my hands on the bed with my ass facing him.

I heard the click of the lube bottle open, and then a cold slick of the lube was applied to my asshole. It had been awhile since we've had anal sex, but I was prepared as I would ever be. He took his time working his cock into my anus, and then fucked me oh so hard. Teacher, was talking dirty to me, I wish I can recall what he was saying, because he's normally not a big talker while fucking me. That said, I knew he was enjoying himself immensely. Something happened with me though, I think I got so detached while being flogged, that I just couldn't, or possibly didn't want to get off. No particular reason, I think I knew I just didn't have it in me. Being sick and then going into subspace was a lot on my body. I didn't dislike it, I think this session was just not sexual for me, and Teacher told me later on that that is OK. Meanwhile Teacher got out the flogger and started whacking my back. That, I did enjoy, it is almost like a massage for me as I hold all my tension in my neck, back and shoulders.

When Teacher came in my ass, I curled up next to him, still bound at the ankles, gagged and blindfolded. He took off my blindfold and I just started sobbing. "I don't know why I'm crying!" I muttered.

"You don't have to have a reason X" and he held me for a long time. "I can't imagine anyone doing what we just did and just leaving the sub," I said to him.

"That would be rotten, this is aftercare and it is very important, plus I like lying with my little X (insert his pet name for me)" I then told him how I read about aftercare prior to us meeting and how I was terrified that I'd meet someone who would just leave me high and dry, like many men, albeit Vanilla men, had done before.

Sometimes I think all my posts might seem the same, but I know they are not. Each time we do what we do, it gets to be more intense, more of a mind fuck.

It wasn't the smartest thing in the world to play while we were both all sniffley, but I am glad we did.

painting by trevor brown

Ass Pounding

"You're going to be my three-hole slut tonight," Teacher whispered into my ear as he bit on my neck. I was already highly aroused as he had already explored my body in the light of the amber scented candles lined up on my dresser.

Go figure he'd find a new way to get me off. He had slid his hand down my body to my pussy, rubbing on my hard clit, a clit I was recently told by him (well I asked him, as it seems clit size is something I am currently intrigued) was larger than average. With a finger on either side of the clitoral hood, he rubbed back and forth, making me purr. Sensing my arouse put his warm hand with the fingers dipping inside my wet hole, and the palm covering my entire mound he squeezed my cunt in such a way that every nerve ending in my pussy was on high alert. Cumming in his hand, I knew there was much more in store as he had showed up with his tool case.

He tied my hands in front of my body with white rope, and then proceeded to take another cord and circle it around my waist. I was not sure what the purpose of this rope was for. It wasn't tight, in fact there was a bit of space between my back and the rope.

I was put in my spanking position, on all fours, my ass facing him. I had noticed the ball gag out on my nightstand, so I had expected to have it shoved in my mouth, but he proceeded to drum on my ass checks with his palms like fucking Keith Moon and I did the best I could to muffle my cries into my mattress. Goddamn neighbors.

The leather braid of the crop was placed between my legs and tapped across my cunt, a small tap, then a larger one. The leather slid through my pussy lips like a snake in the grass and found its way to bite my tush with a horrible sting. I didn't even attempt to count the blows to my ass, thighs, and back. I was on the cusp of falling into subspace when Teacher grabbed my body towards him. Rather, he grabbed me by the rope like it was the reigns on a saddle. That mere act of him yanking me like that made my cunt juice up.

He did not need to say a word, my next move was obvious as his engorged cock was waiting for my mouth, and for my cunt. Who was I to argue? Like a good girl I went down on him, making sure my man was happy, he wouldn't let me finish and instead had me offer up my dripping wet snatch for his pleasure, pulling the rope around my waist like a handle bar as he slammed in and out of me. Then he stopped. I was back in my hands and knees position.

Without a word he slathered my pink asshole with lube. I knew what was coming. Holding me steady with the rope reigns he guided his cock into my tight anus. Whew..I starting exhaling in and out a la Lamaze as he sunk that thick dick of his in me. Things were different this time. This time my ass was hungry to be fucked and fucked it was. While he was not rough, he went at a steady pace and my fear of pooping on the poor guy dissipated and I was finally able to enjoy myself. Knowing I had amped up my game turned me on even more, I desperately tried to rub my pussy while my ass was being slammed, but his grip on my rope belt and my tied hands prevented me from doing as such. Very frustrating. While I did not come, I know that will be next go around, I am happy to report Teacher did and I'm elated that I was able to take it like a tough bitch, and next time it will be more intense. Before you know it I'll be begging for him to stretch my hole out all the time!

He'd stop to check on me and I told him to keep fucking me. I was his three-holed slut.

(yep, that is my butt! crappy camphone pictures. anyone have a digital camera they'd like to donate to a certain blogger?)

Anal Training Part 2 -The Entering

It had been over a week since Teacher and I last had any true action. Yours truly spent the last several days a pent up, cranky, frustrated mess. Honestly, I can't not even begin to tell you all how much I needed a release. My own hands, nor electronic or battery operated implements could do the job. Why? It was, apparently not just an orgasm that my body and psyche craved, but my new drug of choice-physical pain. Lord knows I had oodles of psychological pain-it was this big empty hole in my chest that needed to be filled. I tried to fill it one night with Jagermeister and beer. Of course (duh!) that only left me with a hangover and an embarrassing call to Teacher to drive my hungover ass to my car. I just wanted to get it all out and I didn't know what to do, I contemplated cutting--something I've never done, and ultimately decided was not for me. I just held on.

Heavy

Last night Teacher and I had a lovely evening. He picked me up looking all sorts of hip in a Johnny Cashesque black shirt and black tie which contrasts perfectly with his long blondish hair and baby blue eyes. Once in his car, I felt myself go back to my normal bubbly demeanor. After a lovely dinner we went back to my little lair in the ghetto.

We were barely in the door when he got a fist full of my hair and kissed me deeply. In seconds flat we were in my bedroom with our clothes off pawing at one another.I found myself chewing on his lip, gnawing and scratching at his body and he chewing on my neck and nipples. I say there nothing more delicious in life than being in that primal state acting like feral beasts.

It was pretty obvious at that point that we were not going to be getting into a heavy BDSM thing. If Teacher were writing this, I think he'd tell you that little ol' me can be quite the temptress if I may brag a little.(I was told later that he had planned all night to tie me up, but the need for my pussy overruled that desire)Teacher did take the time to spank my needy ass.

Bare palmed he whacked my butt which apparently had gone back to it's virgin tenderness. He started out with mild spanks that slowly build up to major cheek punishment. Each time his hand met my bottom I found myself chewing on my bedspread to stifle my cries.

After Teacher laid his hand on me for the last time, I was flipped over, legs forced apart. He dove into my my cunt like it was the first one he had ever seen. As he lapped at my clit, and chewed on my labia I started thinking that perhaps maybe a finger up the old ass would be a good add-on. I tapped his head, and you'd think a foul-mouth chick like me would have no qualms asking for some anal play, but I got all hot faced and mumbled my wish. There was no argument.

Teacher reached for the lube, and he finger fucked my tender baby of an asshole as he continued to tongue my pussy. Unlike the time before, I felt much more relaxed, I actually started to really, really dig it. In my mind there were more than one finger inserted, so I figured OK I can handle the cock.

I sat up, alarming Teacher, I gasped, "OK, I'm ready for it, I'm ready for your cock in my ass."

"Put your hands on the bed," he said. I did as told. I was standing up, with my ass towards him, face towards the headboard. I heard the bottle of lube click open. "Oh crap," I thought, "what am I thinking?" But I figured it was now or never, I was ready as I'd ever be.

Teacher moistened both my backhole and his dick with the lube. "I'm going to take it easy on you X."
Immediately I started breathing very heavily. I was shaking. Goosebumps broke out on my arms. I stretched a bit forward. He held on to my shoulder and I felt the head of his cock enter. I panted, "Ok, ok..more."
It seemed like forever, but as he slowly entered me, I felt myself release my body to accept him into me. For lack of a better way of describing it, it stung a little as my rectum was stretched out, but I also simultaneously felt the pressure like I had never felt in my pussy before, and I could feel the pressure of his cock in my pussy via my ass. It was intense. He paused, "Are you OK, X"
"Uh-huh," huff, puff.."Go on."
He didn't stroke to hard, he was kind that way. It felt good, painfully good as his cock slid in and out, but it got to the point where still I couldn't continue. I still apparently could not handle the full intensity of a big cock in my ass. I didn't want to disappoint him, but I didn't want to be a big shot. We paused again.
"I think I need to stop Teacher" He obliged, and then pulled me into his arms and hugged me. Then it happened.
I started shaking.
I started crying a little.
"Are you OK X?"
"Yep" I said as he wiped the tears from my eyes.
He hugged me again and then I just lost it, I was a sobbing little mess. Can I just tell you guys It was just an insaneo moment where I was a tad overwhelmed with some memories, a tad happy,a tad turned on, and well my mind was fucking blown.I just had to let it all out. Teacher soothed me and I realized he, unlike any man I have ever known my life does not flip out when I cry. Last night while it was not assorgasmic, I felt closer to him than ever.

After the tears had dried up and we had relaxed, I walked to the corner of my room and retrieved his rattan cane. "Can you?" I pouted a little. Hell, I just caught myself pouting as I wrote that! "But of course," he said. I got on all fours on my bed. He started thwacking it on my ass. I was like "this doesn't feel like shit!" I resumed to a "la di da" yawn position, when the caning picked up speed. Oh hell did I learn my lesson that! Wack!Wack!Wack! I also learned that putting my butt down instead of up is pretty fucking stupid. Boy did it hurt and boy did it feel great! Finally though, I couldn't even mutter my safe word, I just writhed over to the corner of my bed and put out my hand.."pleasssse..stop..enough." He did. As I turned back to rub the stripes on my tush, he entered me from behind.

So dear readers, while I'm still en route to being an anal slut, I'm not minding the journey at all.

Ramble on....

What an Asshole!

Had a wonderful evening with my Teacher tonight, he has a lot of crap going on in his life right now and I know our times together give him time to chill out and relax. The guy is truly fucking hilarious, which to me is an added bonus, plus he totally gets my absurd sense of humor. That all said, we did not do any heavy BDSM stuff tonight, but had some hot monkey love nonetheless.

I had anticipated Teacher pollinating my pink flower, so I was ready to go-which means I purposefully did not eat anything for dinner except for a candy bar. Silly, I know. What I did not anticipate was how fucking hot I got giving him head. As I've revealed before, I love giving blow jobs, but tonight it truly got me riled up. We hadn't gotten into full animal mode, so I started at a nice slow pace, steadying myself with one hand under his ass, lifting him up to my mouth as I kneeled from the foot of my bed, and then bam, I took teacher down my throat, all of him, tears streaming down my face, eyeliner running, slobbery delcious cock in my mouth. Hearing his moans made me even more enthusiastic, and while I did not cum, I was utterly turned on......flash foward to me lying against him, holding on to his arm, my face in his chest, and a cool dribble of Astroglide slide down my ass.

He teased my asshole for quite some time, just gliding his finger over it as he sucked on my breasts, then I felt the finger enter, a little, then a little more. It felt good, definitely, but different that I had remembered (mind you the other experiences I was totally loaded on booze, possibly coke, not sober as I was tonight). I could feel him move his fingers around, it was definitely a different feeling than the same thing inside my pussy, as he probed I got incredibly, incredibly wet, but at the same time was still unused to the movement going on in my bottom. Ultimately, my "jealous pussy" as Teacher said, was the one who got the cock tonight, but that is ok, because this is just the beginning of my training to be his anal slut.

Oh yeah, there was a nice spanking in there somewhere, in fact I was pretty proud of myself as I, for the first time, did not pull back my ass to avoid the slap. I teased Teacher telling him, that perhaps my ass is getting too tough, which means next time I'm going to get the beating of my life!

Taking our time with all this has actually been very cool. Not only do I get to hone my skills under Teacher's guidance, but I also have the pleasure of heated anticipation. The waiting provides me with mucho masturbatory material and I'm consistenatly clamoring for more!

Terms of Endearment

In my twenties I had a regular booty call with pretty sketchy dude. He was a bad-boy, and I was a sucker for his long hair and long legs. Inevitably we'd run into one another at the bars, drunk and horny, and go to his house to fuck. We'd roll over the next morning to see who we had spent the night with, do some bong hits and fuck some more. Well, except for the morning the cops banged on the door and hauled him off to jail for a "fail-to-appear" for one of his numerous DWIs. Oh, and then there was the morning where I put my hand between the wall and the mattress to find a shot-gun at my fingertips. A friend of mine once told me my life was out of "Pulp Fiction," I poo-poohed the idea at the time, but now as I write this, perhaps he was right.

Mind you at this time I was pretty naive sexually. I knew the basics and not much more. This was the pre-Internet era and information was not at my fingertips. Curious by nature, I asked Drunk Boy if he had any porn we could watch that night. "Sure!" he was enthused that I'd want to watch it with him. So he pops in a tape, I don't remember anything except some chicks getting down with an scary toothless old man in a wheelchair, disgusted, I made him turn it off. Then there was another one, some late 80s Lesbo fest that I dug.
"Those girls are hot sluts like you," Drunk Boy said as we started fooling around.
Slut? Who is he calling a slut? I started crying. "I might like sex, but I AM NO SLUT!"
"Oh Jesus X, calling you slut is not what you are thinking."
I'm boo-hooing, upset thinking the entire world thinks I am some floozy.
"I should have never even said anything."

I forgot when that dysfunctional coupling dissolved, but it wasn't until a few years ago that I realized that being called a "slut" was not always a bad thing.

"You like my fingers in my pussy you little slut," said the first woman who showed me the pleasure of Sapphic delights. She had me against the window in a mutual friend's bathroom where she'd followed me after flirting with me all night. Holding on to the windowsill, with my panties around my ankle, she thrust 3 more fingers into my willing cunt. "You love this slut don't you? I knew you were a total slut when I saw you come in." I moaned, my vaginal muscles gripping her fingers as I came. A knock on the door came soon after, and I never got reciprocate. But "Slut" wow, maybe she's right.

Flash forward to this morning, I get some lovely emails from Teacher that made me purr. While I am not an anal virgin, I haven't experienced anal in a positive situation and we've been discussing it, so when he informed me that I am to be his "3 hole Slut," well I just swooned.

Is it the idea of his ownership of my mouth, ass, and cunt? Is it merely being called what I exude? Or, is it both? All I know is now in my thirties being a Slut is not a bad thing, not at all.