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.
Saturday
Bound, Gagged, Smacked, Fucked
Blissed Out
"When you get home I want you to do the following," Teacher told me as we finished up the last drops of our wine, "first of all, do you have any other big earrings other than hoops?"
"I think so, I'll have to go through my jewelry box."
"Wear some for me." He has a thing for big earrings, a fetish that is easy to manage, "Then I want you to take all your clothing of except for heels..."
"Are my boots OK?" I was wearing tall 5 inch black leather boots that clung to my legs like a pair of gloves.
"Yes. Also I want you to find some music you'd like to hear and put that on." That sounds easy but my idea of good music involves Marshall stacks and his involves a harpsichord. "Also, no light except your candles." I have a little makeshift altar on my dresser of various candles, from smelly votives to ones involving Jesus.
"OK" All this was a non-issue for me
"Take out the red box and put it on the edge of you bed." This is the box of our various toys,ropes,and other sexual accouterments.
"I will call you on my way over, I will give you enough time to unlock your door. You are to be waiting for me in your kneeing position."
"No problem."
We left the restaurant, he went to take care of some bs, and I went home and scrambled around for some music. I like Slayer, Teacher likes Bach. I settled on Roxy Music's "Avalon." You can't get sexier or smoother than some Bryan Ferry. I lit my candles, peeled my dress off, but fresh batteries in my vibrators and waited, and waited. I am the world's most impatient woman. I even found some pretty blue glass bead earrings to wear for him.
After what seemed forever Teacher called me. "I'm about 5 minutes away."
I went and unlocked my door.
I don't know if I've mentioned this before, but I pretty much live in the proverbial hood. I am also very much a scaredy cat.
My apartment was dark, except for my candles, I managed my way back to my room, and got into position, kneeling, sitting on my feet, my legs spread and my palms upturned on either thigh. My head was down.
The longer I was in position, the more vulnerable I felt. I imagined someone other than Teacher walking in on me. I lock my door even to take out my garbage 15 feet away from my door, so this is something I always fear. Teacher knows that about me. A
Bathed in the glow of the candles, I felt more naked than nude. I was there for the taking. I knew in my heart that it would be Teacher coming into the room, but my mind was racing.
The door creaked, my heart started to race. I heard the footsteps coming towards my room. I was instructed to advert my gaze, so I only knew by sneaking a quick look that yes, it was Teacher in my room.
My body erupted into goosebumps as I heard him get his stuff together, at this point I was feeling very much my submissive self. He leaned down into me and kissed my neck. My feet were falling asleep underneath me, the heels of my boots digging into the flesh of my buttocks. Still, I was determined to present myself as requested.
While he did not ask me to, I closed my eyes. I am a notorious fidget, and I knew if I didn't keep my eyes closed, I would not be able to get into the right head space where I could keep myself from squirming.
In the darkness there is no time, so I don't know how long I was waiting before I felt Teacher's hand come around my neck, pulling my head towards his mouth to kiss my throat.
Still in position, he placed a leather blindfold over my already closed eyes. He tied my hands behind my back with rope and walked away. I heard him rustle around, I didn't know what was going to come next.
Every tiny hair on my body stood up as the tiny strand of leather on top of his crop trickled up and down my back, and broke out into small smacks. He kneeled behind me, lifted my blindfold, and then brought the crop in front of me to see him play my body like it was a violin, slowly wielding the leather across my breasts and around my nipples. The music that emitted was small moans from mouth and drops of wetness from my cunt.
Pulling the blindfold back down, I was escorted to another part of the room, made to bend over to accept the leather bound strikes across my ass and back. I am so accustomed to his bare handed spankings that the sting of the leather always gives me a bit of a shock. Wincing, I accepted each swat with an exhale trying to work through the pain.
My legs were willingly pushed apart by small swats of the crop, I felt myself lower my pussy so it too could be smacked all the while knowing the pain on my tender labia is the hardest to bear. Each snap made me want to crumble, but I still wanted more, but that was not to be, as the crop was laid down and Teacher worked his thick finger right into my wet cunt immediately going straight for my throbbing vaginal sponge. A master of the g-spot, he had me instantly writhing into an orgasm instantaneously. As one who has historically had a rough time getting off, this was yet another breakthrough. Perhaps if all my previous lovers had been so skilled and attentive as Teacher is with my body, then this orgasm would have been old hat, but that was not the case.
Barely catching my breath, he then inserted his cock into my pussy that was still pulsing from cumming. With each thrust, I pushed my ass back towards him so he could feel the warmth of the pain he inflicted upon me. I turned into a bit of a little beast, and could not stop myself from biting him partially as an outlet of my pleasure, and subsequently marking my territory. "X was here." He repeated the favor, and we bit and clawed at one another until he came inside me, both of us collapsing with pleasure.
My blindfold was still intact, but I was able to find my way to lay my head upon Teacher's belly. He stroked my hair, and I nodded off in a state of bliss.
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Thursday
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.
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!
Monday
To Catch A Thief
Some moron ripped off Teacher's "toolkit" out of his car. Not all, but most of his arsenal was ripped off...floggers, clamps, etc. Plus two books I had given him. He's been a lot more good humoured about it than I would be. Mind you I am pretty hot headed, but it just yet another reminder of how many assholes inhabit our planet. It is a good argument for Eugenics. Who knows maybe the thief was a brilliant, yet desperate meth-head.
3. Not stolen, but we've discussed the need for a spreader bar, unlike most women I tend to want to keep my legs closed, this adjustable one comes with cuffs, which got swiped. 
