Bitch In Heat - Part 1

This bitch has had her period this week and all the dogs have been sniffing around, trying to jump over the fence.

Upon getting permission from Teacher yesterday to see Mark tonight he said, "Sure, but I want to see you afterward."
"OK" I was a bit confused as I've never seen them on the same night.
"Don't worry, I won't be to rough with you."
"Ohhhhh..." Master of the Obvious here took a few moments to realize that Teacher wanted to fuck me after I had been fucked by Mark. Must be a guy thing I figured.
"Now X, just to let you know this is not a competition, I told you the other night I when I want you, I have you and I want you tomorrow night."
"Yes Sir."
"Now you are not to tell Mark that you are seeing me. I am flexible about the time, but I am going to see you no matter how late." He's a night owl, that's why we get along so well.

As soon as he hung up I started wondering how I was going to work this out logistically. It already felt like it was going to be "Three's Company 2008." I've never fucked two guys on the same day, much less had two dates. Mark had already mentioned doing out to a local nightspot as well as staying at my apartment. He's a very persuasive person, and I had already realized earlier in the week that I was going to have to learn to say "No" to him, something that is hard for a pleaser such as myself. But, I recalled reading some where that setting time limits and saying "No" to dudes sometimes works to your advantage, so I came up with some semi-legit reason for making it an early night.
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Lunchtime today I bought two cans of Red Bull. I had the mental energy, but I was afraid of being exhausted having had very little sleep. The last thing I wanted to do was be a dead fuck for both of my men.
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Ran home from work, took a shower, and drove over to Mark's house. It was nice to see his face, it had been awhile. We spent some time listening to the demos of his new album and catching up. He had asked me to bring my new gag over, so I took it out and showed him, as well as gave him some of the condoms I picked up at the conference. It wasn't too long before he had me on his bed kissing on me, nibbling on my ears and throat. While I trust him, being a non-Dom, I made sure he put the gag on just right so I could pop it out of my mouth if I had to do as such. A girl's got to protect herself, right?

Gag in place, my rocker turned into an animal and ripped off my red push-up bra and pulled off my panties. He slapped me across the right cheek and I saw stars, immediately I was moaning. He gnawed on the back of my neck and I yelped into the rubber ball. It felt so fucking good. He had me face down, doggy-style and started ramming his thick cock into me like it was going out of style, pulling my hair with both hands and moaning my name. My cunt contracted around his cock in orgasm, I thrust my ass back towards him for more and he smacked my ass with each thrust, the orgasm didn't stop and I keep coming over and over as he tore my pussy up. As he came, he had his arms around my neck choking me as he tensed and groaned. We collapsed into a sweaty sated puddle.

After a few smokes and a couple of records, Mark was ready for round two. "Want more cock or me to eat your pussy?"
He didn't wait for me to answer, which is style. "I want to eat your pussy."
Who was I to argue.
"You dont' mind me being on my period and all."
"Baby, I'm a vampire."
Right On!
I've written on here before that I think it is cool when guys are not squeamish about period sex, but to have a guy go down on you while you're menstruating is so fucking filthy, and so goddamned sexy because it is so dirty.
"Now get those fucking clothes off." I obliged and laid back and spread my legs open for his tongue. I've had many a guy go down on me, and well most do a rotten job, but I must say this guy has the skills. Like Teacher he knows his way around a pussy, and I was overjoyed when he pulled the hood of my clit back to get down to Grand Nerve Central. As he licked and sucked at my cunt, I pulled at his hair and pulled on my nipple with my free hand. As I came, it was all I could do not to smother him with my thighs.

As satisfied as I was, I was scared he'd wanted to go for another round as I had to save some of my energy for Teacher. "Alright, let's go to the bar."

Whew
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Tomorrow, Part 2, Teacher Fucks His Proud Slut.

Different Strokes

By the time I headed home from work last night I was wound up to the point where if I was a dude it would be either fuck or fight. To say I was in a foul mood would be an understatement. Between a weekend full of various car related debacles, family bullshit, and throngs of bargain crazed customers I was mentally and physically exhausted. Add a visit from "Aunt Flo" and well it is amazing I didn't spontaneously combust. It was one of those rare times where I actually wanted my weekend to end so I could start fresh.

Poor Teacher has had to deal with me being a basket case since the fiasco in Atlanta and all the garbage that I threw in the basket afterwards. Being the excellent Dom that he his, he knew exactly what the medicine I needed was to recover.

He gave me ample time to calm down after work, but I still was on edge when he opened the door to my apt. Naked, wearing some new peep toed platforms, I didn't feel as sexual as I would normally. It was like all the anger and angst had coated me with a film and rendered me lackluster. As he unpacked his bags though, I felt my tension subside a tad.

I brought out my shiny new gag for Teacher to buckle around my head Once it was secure in my mouth, I had a few moments of panic that I don't think Teacher saw because he was still getting his tools together. Being gagged always makes me a bit scared. Being highly neurotic I think of shit like that I'm choking on my own saliva. I have to remind myself to focus on breathing through my nose.

Once he was all settled, Teacher slipped a new leopard print blindfold over my eyes and had me put my arms behind my back to cuff and clip together. I think it was because I was still in panic mode, but I couldn't seem to bend over correctly for him to hogtie me. I kept collapsing and falling over. I started to think he'd just say "Fuck it" and leave. As they say in certain circles, I was a hot mess!

Finally I had my shit together, bound and in position I felt the tickle of the tip of little strand on the top of Teacher's crop. Those pleasant tickles didn't last for long. Teacher whipped my ass like he had never done before and I screamed into the rubber ball.

Switching from the crop to the suede flogger mighty wallops felt across my ass and back. My ascent into subspace began. I started wondering if I could take it. It seemed like forever and my skin was fresh.

Out came the dragon tail, and they don't call it "Dragon" for nothing. Stupid me moved at one point while the leather was flying and a blow destined for my ass instead went right between my asschecks striking my pussy. If I was able to I would have flown across the room. Back to the flogger and I was at that point where my ass was numbing and I was flying.

Teacher crouched down next to me and whispered into my ear, "The paddle is going to let you fly X to where you belong" and as he laid the paddle down on my ass, I grabbed his free hand and he let me hold on to it as he spanked the fuck out of me. Now it is moments like that when the pain is juxtaposed with the tenderness of his loving hand that make me feel so utterly close to my Dom.

I am unsure exactly how long I was under, but I felt myself collapse like jelly. For those of you reading this who have never been in subspace, what I can tell you is, imagine if you will falling asleep while having your teeth drilled. Maybe that is not a good analogy, but basically I was feeling no pain whatsoever and only mildly cognizant of what they hell was going on. All without drugs, which as someone who likes a good chemical buzz, is fucking amazing.

Teacher got me out of my haze with some strong slaps with the flogger and worked back up to a bare handed spanking from hell. In the midst of all of this, I was bleeding from my cunt which did not dissuade Teacher from driving his hand up to reach my g-spot. My pussy muscles contracted and I trapped his hand like a fucking boa constrictor as I came around his fingers.

When it was all said and done, it looked like a crime scene, both of us and the sheets covered with blood. Now I was more out of it than I can ever recall after a session. I even felt a bit nauseated which I thought was odd, but then I read something similar on another site today so perhaps it had something to do with all the adrenaline from both the spankings and me being so angry earlier in the evening.

Teacher and I spent a lot of time talking afterwards. "I feel bad that I don't want to fuck Teacher"
"I know"
"You're not mad are you"
"No"
"If I wanted it X, I would take it"

He's so good to me, he knew that it was the pain not the sex that was necessary last night. I never ever ever want to be half-assed in bed, an unenthusiastic lover. Teacher knew that it was necessary for me to have closure for the rough week so I could relax refresh and move on.

I slept like a baby.

Like, Gag Me!

My new gag
I'll post the tale later. It hurts to sit.

About Fucking Time

My gag that has been back-ordered finally showed up in the mail yesterday. After a rough as hell weekend, I am so looking forward to getting the living fuck beat and fucked out of me. It has been a week since I've had either. My libido was scarily low, as was the rest of me. I'm ready to rock. I'm ready to gnaw the new rubber ball into pieces. When it is all said in done, I hope it looks like a used up dog toy.

I tried it on when I opened up the box. It is just not the same when you put on your own gag, I felt like I was trying on a Halloween costume. But tonight, when Teacher comes over it will feel perfect.
That I know.

I have a long ass day ahead of me, but no matter how exhausted I am when I get home I am going to be waiting for Teacher with open arms and open legs.

Like Gag Me! Or How I'm Avoiding The Real Shit

I have my own, personal, never used by another sub, gag coming in the mail. I think it is the "never used by another sub" part that makes me happy. Any time I've used the ball gag that Teacher has I get annoyed thinking about this one particular bitch who's teeth marks I know are in it. Bad enough we've shared Teacher's cock, but somehow the gag really fucking bugs me. It is equivalent of a lipstick stain.

Funny thing is not that long ago, the thought of being gagged terrified me. Nothing looked more horrific to me than images of women bound and gagged, looking utterly helpless.

Now I wanted to be gagged.
1. Because my fucking mouth seems to get me in trouble. Men's dicks get them in hot water, women's mouths bring them down.
2. I'm always having to stifle my screams due to neighbors, I'm sick of chewing on my arm, my blanket, whatever is handy to do as such.

I'm also excited about this particular gag because I've been eying it and the additional matching accessories. I know Teacher could give a shit if I'm matchy, matchy, but you can't take the girly girl out of me.

Once this gag arrives, I'm going to save up some loot for the matching cuffs and blindfold, which looks very Kill Bill-ish to me for some reason. I have some vintage watch bands that look like the cuffs, hell I'd rock at least one of them out without even thinking twice about it. The collar is pretty cool as well, it even has a matching leash.

I know this is a rambling post, I'm actually avoiding what is truly on my mind and that is that Teacher is pretty annoyed with me right now--from the loan to the scene faux pas to screwing up some important plans, I'm on his shit list. I have a punishment coming, I am certain. Meanwhile I've being punishing myself, and just being able to tell he's irritated with me over the phone is punishment.

The Hotness

Are You Fetish? it is a fetish directory, and they have a high-quality free gallery, most glamour oriented stuff. I dig this picture -- A LOT, as I have written before, I love clothespins snapped on my tits!

Back To School

When I opened the door last night for Teacher, I had already decided that for once I was going to quell my jovial, bubbly self and be quiet. My goal was not only to let Teacher know I was serious about my lesson, but to also to get myself in the proper headspace. We quickly kissed. He stopped, looked into my eyes, and then grabbed a handful of my hair and pulled me toward my bedroom.

As he unpacked his equipment I sat quietly, and listened when he spoke. He showed me the spreader bar he had crafted in his workshop, as well as a rattan cane. From my perch on the bed, I could see into his case, there on the bottom of he belongings was a shitload of rope.As Teacher pulled the length of the rope out, he said "So you want to learn about breast bondage my dear?"

I nodded. My shirt was removed. Already sans bra, I was ready to put myself into Teacher's hands.

As he coiled the rope around the back of my neck and circling each tit, I caught myself doing the deep breathing I learned during a brief stint of quitting smoking. For the first time since I've begun the lessons, I finally didn't feel ultra terrified. Sure, I still had that anticipatory nervousness, but not the sheer terror and panic of the unknown.

Round and round the rope went, and with each rotation I watched by breasts evolve into perfectly round orbs. It was like squeezing a balloon so all the air went to one side. Curious, I touched my nipples and immediately shuddered.They were more sensitive than ever. I scratched Teacher's back as he fashioned the rope into what I deemed rope halter top.

As the final knots were in place, Teacher brought out two clothespins.
"Let's see how sensitive your tits are," he said applying one to either nipple. I howled. He brought my face towards his and deeply kissed me, and the pain subsided.

"OK, so as needed, I am going to teach you how to bow and present yourself. Go kneel on the floor." I have hardwood floors, which are never comfy and always dusty. I obliged. I was instructed on the ways of presenting myself to him both in the kneeling and standing position. "Now open your mouth, but do not look at me," he instructed while I was kneeling. Out of my peripheral vision I saw his hard cock emerge. "See your mouth is to always be ready for cock." And it was. My hands still at my side as instructed, he fucked my face, as I managed to maneuver my tongue and keep my balance. I only wanted all of him at that point and I did my damnedest to show him I did. The clothespins on tits grazed against his thighs as he thrust, but just as I got a taste of some pre-cum, his cock was pulled out of my mouth. Talk about torturing a cumwhore who likes a hot load of jizz in throat!

"Go stand there facing the wall with your hands up and your legs spread apart!" No argument there, as I knew I was either going to be spanked or fucked, or both. I instinctively pushed my tushy out for the taking.

First it was the rattan cane. I have never been caned before, and my immediate reaction was "ah, this ain't nothing" and then my second reaction was "holyfuckinggod ohshit this fucking hurts like a motherfucker" and I cried into the wall as the blows fell upon my ass. The next spanking was with my friend, 1x6. Each time I was spanked, I squirmed but stuck my ass out for more. I was digging it, and I was going to take it like the sub to which I aspire to be. Just because I'm submissive, does not mean I'm a pussy, but I will note I am not going to be a big shot either. I'm still learning my limits, that is for sure.

"That ass is looking nice and red," I heard Teacher say as he started to probe my pussy with his fingers. My arms are still against the wall. It never crossed my mind that when I decided to delve into this world, that I was going to have to train my normally ungraceful self to balance. I am no ballerina.

"Get back on the bed!" First the spreader bar was attached to my ankles. The shackles that attached me to the bar made a nice metallic sound that reminded me of the filthiness in which I was participating. Next, I stuck my hands out for Teacher, I had them almost laying on top of one another. Rope was run around them to tie them together in front of me. When I pushed my arms up, my ears were blocked from noise, so I didn't hear Teacher go into his bag for the blindfold, black leather and fur on the inside. I love this particular blindfold. It fits me perfectly and not one iota of light can seep through--total blackness.I was ready for action, when Teacher said, "Open wide!"
The gag. As my last time with the ball gag, I did feel a bit panicy, but I opened my lips willingly and let him place the rubber ball in my mouth and tie the string behind my head. Teacher pushed the hair out of my eyes and kissed me delicately all over my face and neck, outlining my lips that encased the ball with his fingers. I heard him walk away, and when he came back I heard the whirl of a vibrator. Tormenting my clit with the vibe, I was a total mess as I've mentioned before, my general inclination is to close my legs when I need to get off. The spreader bar served it's purpose and frustrated me to no end as I felt an orgasm well up in my now very wet cunt.

From that moment on it is a big orgasmic blur of being fucked, spanked, and fucked, and cumming and cumming again. The clack of the shackles on the spreader bars made a nice musical accompaniment to my muffled moans, and Teacher;s groans.

It is hard to explain, but while I've never been uncomfortable about being naked with a man, and love to fuck with the lights on, it was still a whole new ball game for me (no pun intended) to be bound as such, and not being able to maneuver myself to ensure maximum sexiness, obscure what I hate. There I was, laying there and I felt so fucking beautiful, so happy. I was his fuckdoll, his toy to play with how ever he chose. He chose me.


When my gag was removed, I spit out a big piece of the rubber I had gnawed off. "Do you want me to untie your hands?" Teacher inquired after I had laid on his belly for a few moments catching my breath. "No." I snuggled up to him, at that moment I never wanted to be untied. Ever.

Yes, your nouveau sub was blindfolded, spanked, fucked, gagged, shackled, tied up from the floor up and very, very, very, happy!

photo from hogtied

Lesson 3 - Thank You Home Depot

For ten minutes I struggled getting my stockings attached to my garter belt. I was determined. I'd get one side attached and the other side would pop off. There is nothing more unattractive than seeing a woman trying to get on a pair of pantyhose (well pantyhose fetishists may disagree), jumping around doing what I call "the pantyhose" dance. Well, I was doing stocking yoga. Finally all strapped and lacquered up, I was a sweaty mess and I am not a sweaty person. Deciding to go full on slut, I gilded the lily with a swipe of M.A.C. Red across my mouth.

My mouth.

Moments into Teacher greeting me in the parking lot, he gave me a deep, hot kiss and I painted his blondish-grey mustache bright red and apparently I looked like Robert Smith. So much for tramping it up.

Lipstick smears were the least of my worries, I knew Teacher had a lot in store for me. The anxiety of the unknown coupled with my adoration for him made me a horny little mess.

As always the chronology of the evening is a bit of jumble, but so be it.

I got up on the bed on my knees so I could kiss Teacher comfortably. He's a tall man and well, I'm vertically challenged. He grabbed my head and pulled me towards him, when he kisses it is like he is infusing me with his soul. I tremble every time, I don't think anyone else has made me moan when they have kissed me. Truly.

Teacher quickly unbuttoned my blouse, revealing my black lace demi bra. He yanked down the bra cups exposing my breasts, taking his time giving each nipple the attention they deserved. His tenderness was most certainly not a foreshadowing of what was to come.

I pulled down my skirt to show him the results of my ten minutes of struggling. He admired my work, and said he more than happy to allowed me to keep my stockings and boots on. The panties I wore with the garter & stockings, those quickly disappeared.

"Sit on the edge of the bed X"

I obeyed.

He went to his case and retrieved some rope and some hooks, or latches, I forgot what they were called.

This was going to be interesting.

Like the time before, I sat quietly and watched as he took his time wrapping the rope around each wrists. The entire time I was thinking how lucky I was to find someone who took pride in his work. He locked each bound wrist behind my back with the latches that were connected to the rope.

"Stand Up!"

I did. I knew he had gone to the Home Depot to pick up a few things to replace what was stolen. He had spent the day making a spreader bar in his workshop, but had accidently left it behind. So what else he had conjured up was unknown to me.

More rope in hand, he proceeded to do the same to my ankles, I struggled to look over my shoulder to watch.

He went back to his case and brought out a ball gag.

A gag. I knew this was coming. I had tried to mentally prepare myself for it. I'm so verbal. I am also one who has had her anxiety manifest itself in bouts of thinking I can't breathe. I don't tell him this. I am going to be a good sub. His good sub.

He places the blue rubber ball my mouth and ties the black string behind my head.

This is not bad, I think as I taste the rubber on my tongue and push my teeth into the ball. I can handle this. My heart is racing. My mind is racing. I am going to be a good sub, I am going to be his good sub.

Back to the case, he comes out with some clothespins. More newness. My only encounter with clothespins in my life was a summer spent working at a New England bed and breakfast hanging up wet sheets that were wrung through a horrible vintage washing machine. I had my fingers pinched a few times. How was this going to feel on my tits?

I breathed in, and out, trying to remember that I could breathe through my nose. Was I hyperventilating?

He took each breast and attached three (?) clothespins across each one my nipples. My large and now tender nipples which are light brown and the size of a silver dollar.

My terror is worse than the pain of the clips. I think I can handle this. I am going to be a good sub. I am going to be Teacher's good sub.

At this point I am lying down, starting to relish everything. The attention Teacher has devoted to me. My breathing is still heavy, and I'm certain I was making some hideous sounds through the gag, but when I felt the pressure of him tugging my labia to attach more clothespins, I did not feel any pain. This, I think is what the proverbial "they" have been talking about. I know that their are clothes pins on my pussy but it doesn't hurt any more.

He pulled me up and guided my bound self to the the full-length mirror. He is behind me.

"Look at yourself X," he said as he pulls my head to face reflection.

It was hard to do, but I did. I no longer recognize the woman in the mirror I know she is me,this bound, pinned and gagged person, but it is a me I have never known. I am blissed out, a tad scared, and very happy as Teacher pulls my head back onto his chest. "See how perfect you fit under me, see how gorgeous you look right now." I take another glimpse. It is a beauty I have never know. In all my years of slutting around I don't think I've ever seen myself in ecstasy in a mirror.

"Bend over!" Techer commanded.

I do. He proceeds to undo the clips that are holding my ankles and wrists together but rearranges them so I am clipped arm to ankle, arm to ankle.

The spanking begins.

I feel the weight of his thick fingers slapping my ass, over and over.

The weight changes and the spanking hurts even more, I am chewing the fuck out of the spit covered ball in my mouth that is stifling my cries. I don't know what he is spanking with me with until later that evening. It is a piece of wood "A 2x4" I joke with him, "No, a 1x6" Thank you Home Depot! I'm a squirmy bitch as usually, flailing around after each strike.

Then comes the equestrian whip thingie, Teacher as you read this please forgive me for not remembering what it is called. I call it that "horse stick" and all I know it is my favorite. Hilarious, I know. Each swat comes with a delicious sting, my tender ass. I'm not sure how much more I can take and for each strike I don' t think I can take I want more.

Lightheaded and horny the next thing I know is I'm lying back down.

He removes my gag. My jaw is stiff, I still feel like my mouth should remain open.

Teacher is now removing the clothespins, the clothespins that I have only noticed at this point as they smack my face as my tits swing towards me while I'm spanked.

Oh cool, this will feel much better. OH BOY WAS I WRONG!

As each pin was removed, hot pain flashed through me and my nipples were overcome with sensitivity. "Scream in my mouth," he said as he violently kissed me. As I feel his soft lips meeting mine, I felt the searing heat of the removal for the clothes pins. Scream in his mouth I did. He took his time. I was going to be a good sub. His good sub.

More clothespins. My cunt.

As he removed each pin the pulse of pain was replaced by his wet mouth chewing and licking my labia. Holy fucking shit. Until last night I had not had the pleasure of him going down on me.

Unused to having hours of undivided attention of a lover, his tongue grazing over my hard little clit was a lot to handle. As he went to town on my slit, his long hair tickled my thighs and his mustache added a special little treat to the whole affair.

Licking, and chewing and fucking my hot cunt with his tongue sent me into a fucking tailspin of an orgasm, causing my legs to clamp together almost crushing Teacher's skull. Sublime.

The evening had only just begun. I had to take care of my Teacher. His engorged prick was waiting for my mouth, and I was happy to take it all it, trying to angle his curves to my throat clawing at his ass pulling him closer to me. The taste of salty pre-cum only made me want to take in more of him, but I am pushed back.

My legs are pulled toward the edge of the bed where he is now standing, and proceeds to fuck the bloody daylights out of yours truly. Animalistic, hot sweaty fuck making me cum once again. Lucky for me, his thick cock is curved just so and the once elusive penetration orgasm is not so elusive anymore.

The rest of the evening we were a tangle of biting, fucking, clawing, spanking with some sweet pillow talk in between. I feel safe lying there next to Teacher, against his big barrel chest looking up to his blue eyes and his strong arms hugging me to his soul.

Waking up is usually a difficult task for me, but not this morning. Poor Teacher, (who I have deduced is not a morning person, )I was perky and horny, pawing at him sleeping like a cat wanting him to wake up to pet me.

He kindly administered a request to give me a good bye spanking. I pulled my skirt up and leaned over the bed, this time truly realizing the pleasure of the spanking for me is afterwards. I drove home with major fuck hair-tangles and dreads, a red ass, and a big smile. I was going to be Teachers good sub. Now I know I can.

At work today I made numerous trips to the bathroom at work today just to feel the warmth of the evening before.

Ahhhhhh

Purposefully unedited by SubNouveau who is now so horny from thinking about all this she is going to have to go get her rub on.

ps. the lighting & self-portraiture do my ass marks any justice, oh well.