I Have A New Dom

Just when you think I gave up on this, I have some wonderful news! I have a new dom! I guess I should tell you a little about him, as much as he will allow me to share of course. He has read the blog and has encouraged me to keep on writing. I am going to call him "Simon"

Simon closer to my age than any of the others I have mentioned here and that makes for a really good connection as we have a lot in common. I met him on a fetish dating site, he lives pretty close to me which is great. He's very, very tall which being short I greatly adore! I love looking up at a strong man. Yes, he's strong, literally he's ripped but not in a juiced out way, but in a nice sinewy way and has some chest hair which I also just totally love!

What really made me fall into his grasp is his excellent mindfuckery which seemed to start from the moment we first chatted. He has gotten me riled up only to fall back in laughter that I fell for what he said. He's also used this in more seductive situations that I will describe in later posts, for instance he's the first person to hypnotize me!

He is well equipped, and I am  not talking about his dungeon, which does have a nice one in his basement with oodles of toys, spanking bench and a rack. He's a handy guy, so he's building some other stuff for play.

What else is there to tell?  TONS. I just wanted to make this an introductory post about me and my adventures with the incredible Simon

Ain't Nothing Free

Money, it is the bane of my existence. Oh I love to spend it, but it is beyond me to manage it. I've been taught the process of budgeting, saving, etc. numerous times but I still always seem to find a way to slither down into the putrid hole of debt.

As much as I hate being in debt, I hate asking anyone for money. To do so is to admit I'm a fuck-up, if anything admitting it myself. To owe someone you know money is a whole lot different ballgame than say, owing a bank. But desperate times make for desperate measures. One thing I've never done and never wanted to do is to borrow from a boyfriend.

Today I broke my promise to myself.

He sat in the lot of the gas station in his sleek ride, hair in pony tail, cigarette in mouth. I pulled up beside him, happy to see his face, but I considered crawling over to him. I felt too low to walk.

"Here's your money X," he handed over a check to me. As lowly as I felt, I felt utterly thankful that I would be able to pay off the party that was harranguing me. Of course I was still in debt, but now in debt to Teacher. We had already made plans for my repayment out of my next paycheck.

I opened my mouth to thank him, and he snatched the check right out of my hands.

"You thought it was going to be that easy X?"

I was a tad dumbfounded, but mostly scared.

"You're going to learn from this loan my sweet," Teacher exhaled smoke out his window and took a long hard look at me. Me, well I was gnawing at my lip trying not to tear up.

"I now have a mortgage out on your pussy X," he cackled in such a way I was starting to wonder if this was the same Teacher who held me against my door last night and spanked the shit out of me and then cradled me in his arms for the rest of the evening.

I worked up the courage to speak up. "Teacher, I thought we had already made plans for me to pay you back."

"That is true X, but that is in regards to the financial debt. See, you also must repay your debt to me for your utter slackness, I've spend a lot of time trying to train you X, and well I'm very disappointed that you have been so..hmm..sloppy with your finances."

I felt my face break out in the heat of shame.

"I'm so fucking sorry Teacher. Honestly. Sincerely. You have no earthly idea how mortified I am at this moment, much less mortified that I had to even ask you."

"Now I will give you a teeny bit of credit for coming to me first, as your owner you are ultimately my responsibility. Imagine, if you will, a dog that has decided one day they were never housebroken. The owner comes home from work, ready to walk his pet and there on the floor is a sight he has not seen since the dog was a puppy--a big puddle of pee. Now he doesn't even have to say anything to the dog because the dog already knows he was wrong and is cowering in behind the couch. Still, he's pissed off it has been a long day. Now he could do a few things. The dog's master could clean the puddle, reprimand the dog and go on with his evening OR decide that this dog was useless and give him away, despite all the time invested in the training and building of a relationship with that dog."

I still was chewing on my lip. It was increasingly hard to look Teacher in the eye.

"A master worth his salt would keep the dog and figure out the cause of the dog's poor behavior, and strive to correct it. A shitty master would just give up, get rid of the dog and find a new one."

A new dog?! A new sub?! No!

"Teacher I think you are a master worth his salt and I know you wouldn't just toss me out."

"Am I?"

"Yes, you are. I'm not just saying that. I know you believe in me, otherwise you would not have taken me on. Still, I do want you to know that I will do everything I can to rectify my shitty ways."

"Are you truly worth my trouble X?"

"Yes Teacher Sir, I am." I was so humbled, I could barely get my words out.

"Now if that is the case, I think you can start repaying me today."

"But Teacher, I don't get paid till Friday." My quick reply made it seem as if I had not listened, but I did, I was just so nervous. I could see in Teacher's eyes he was getting a bit perturbed. He doesn't hide is irritation very well.

"That is not what I was talking about X, " he said putting his face so close to mine that I instinctively started moving backwards my head almost touching the passenger side window.

As I opened my mouth to reply, Teacher grabbed a fist full of hair.

"THIS is what I was talking about my dear sub," as he spoke he unzipped his jeans and unleashed his cock, which was just as hard and angry as the rest of him, red and purple and veins bulging. He pushed my my head down, his fingers entwined between my brown locks, onto his prick.

I didn't fight it. I'm sure some would, but then we're talking about me, a sub who derives pleasure from being sufficated by cock stuck in her airways.

"You little fucking whore X, you're going to fucking take all of me in that mouth of yours"
He didn't give me a chance to wrap my tounge around the head of his cock because he was fucking my throat, my head banging against the steering wheel, totally oblivious to the fact that we were just in a busy gas station parking lto.
I'd have a second to breath and he'd ram himself right back in. Drool and tears soaked both Teacher's jeans and my chin.
My panties were soaking as well.
"You are going to pay back every fucking dollar X, whore or no whore, you got me?"
I made an attempt at replying which probably sounded like "waawaaawa."
"Got me X?"
"wawaaa"
"I can't hear you X speak a bit louder!"
"WaWAwaa" it was impossible to speak with cock slamming into my palate.
"Louder X"
"WaWAAAAA" I didn't have to try much longer because he shoved his cock down my gullet and let go a hot stream of cum.

Usually Teacher takes his time on the recovery end of a sex act, but today was not a normal day. He zipped up, handed me the check, kissed me on the forehead and said "Get your ass out of this car and go pay that goddamn bill"
"Yes, Teacher" I obeyed. It if is possible to do the walk of shame in less than five feet, I most certainly did it.

When I got back in my car I looked at the check. In the notes section he put "CMSLT"

Maybe I should have gotten an advance on my taxes.

Nah.




original erotic fiction by subnouveau based on some reality. some.

Viper

When I got off of work, I called Teacher as I always do and he was not there. Instead of thinking that he was probably working on his project, I started obsessing that instead he was with my arch nemesis. The more I thought of it, the angrier I got, even though I knew that I was more than likely full of shit. We didn't have plans for the night, so I decided that the healthy thing for me to do was to just turn my phone off so I would not obsess about him calling me. I did as such, and busied myself with Internet crap for at least an hour. Around 11:30, I turned the phone back on, he had called and sounded a bit miffed, as he had planned on seeing me. Immediately, I rang him and he said he'd turn around and come over. Still, to me, he sounded disappointed.

After he hung up the phone, I ran to my bedroom, tore off my clothes, and put on my new boots. Dressed, or rather under dressed, I ran around lighting candles and dragged a big cushion to the foyer. I called him back, "The door is open." Usually this is a prearranged situation, as I have mentioned previously he's instructed me to leave my door unlocked and be ready to present myself. This time I decided to do it on my own volition.

There in the darkness, in front of my door, I kneeled in my presentation position until my feet went numb, then I rearranged myself on all fours and just practiced breathing. The breathing allowed me to unwind a bit and I began to feel at peace. When my knees grew weary, I went back to my presentation position. How long I sat there, I am unsure, but when he opened the door, I could not help myself but look up. Teacher looked shocked to see me as such, as he did not request me to do so. He put his keys down, and crouched down to my level, and lifted my head up by the chin and kissed me. Immediately I started sobbing. It was one of those moments where my submission felt tactile, real.
"What is wrong X?"
"I...," I stammered through the tears "I don't know."
Honestly at that second, I was unsure myself. He led me to my room. I hugged on him for a long time, feeling so safe against my baby's chest. "I guess I felt like I disappointed you, not being available." He laughed. I told him the truth, how I had turned off the phone and why. He knows how I feel, and how I obsess about things, so I think he understood. I am such a stereotypical emotional woman at times it makes me want to puke. It ended up that he had a very rough day, and that is why he sounded so weary when we had spoken.

So we hung out for a long time smoking and talking, oh yes, he loved the boots! Then I remembered what I had hanging amongst my belts. "Ooh, I have something to show you!" I wiggled my way over to the closet,"I got something new to review. It is called a "Viper's Tongue" and I added my own snake hiss sound-effect that was more amusing than sexy. "I'm going to need your opinion as well since you'll be wielding it, not me."

I handed it to him, and silly me since he didn't have his case with him, I just assumed he'd probably take a few swings and we'd really use it another time. So I got myself on all fours and stuck out my ass for him to test out the Viper's Tongue. Before I go on, I must note that since we've met I've only experienced a leather flogger a few times as his stuff had been stolen not long after we started my lessons, so really most of my leather/flesh experience has been from the riding crop.

So my ass is out and I have no idea what to expect. The few initial swats at my tush were tolerable, but quickly went to me feeling like my ass was on fire. Back and forth, back and forth, up and down my tender bottom and back. Oh I was cussing up a storm, it hurt so fucking much I was pulling my own hair. At some point I grabbed an adjacent pillow and started biting into it. One day I wish to not have thin walls and nosy neighbors so I can honestly scream! He paused for a second and I though "Whew, thank God" and then he started again. I was kicking my feet like a little kid who just got punished, and I kind of felt like one as well. There was another pause and Teacher started again,but this time with his bare hands. My ass sort of was numb, but not if that makes one iota of sense, because as he laid the blows on my ass it started to feel like I was getting pummeled by his fist (I asked him later on, he wasn't). Just as I started getting used to the hands, damn if Teacher didn't switch back to the Viper's Tongue. "You're getting some great marks." I have never used my safe word with Teacher, and I came close.

As my back was to him, I was unable to see that he had cock had hardened. So he slapped down the leather to my own hide again and again, and occasionally running his fingernails down the redness, and I'm thinking of yelling for mercy when he put the flogger down long enough to pull me back onto his hard dick.

Apparently I was so focused on the blows, that I didn't realize that the rest of my body was reacting as well, because the minute his cock entered my cunt, it contracted and grasped onto his thickness and I instantly shuddered with orgasm. Teacher continued to thrust into me, balls deep, all the while flogging my oh so sore bottom! I had never felt anything like it before. Thrust, thwack. It was also a major mindfuck. One millisecond I'm overcome with arousal, and then next blip of time I'm overcome with pain. Every nerve in my body was on red alert and as Teacher took his final thrusts before shooting his load inside me, I too was groaning with yet another orgasm.

Not one to leave me alone, Teacher withdrew his cock, and using the cum that was dripping out of my pussy he started rubbing on my clit, it was already so engorged it was almost painful when he laid his finger upon it. Teacher knows my sweet spots, but last night I developed a new one, it was directly under my clit, neither right nor left, and it gentle upward strokes, this sub was writhing around as soaking cunt drenched his hands. Even as I laid down next to Teacher, I still shuddered with orgasms that were pending in the que.

When all was said and done, I reached over to feel the damage done, nice thick dotty welts where strewn across my skin. Yet again I had reached a new level in my submissiveness to Teacher. I did what came naturally, to be there prepared for him. He did not need ask, I did what I did because that is what I am to do. Not to mention, I hit new heights on the pain and pleasure scale.

I have yet to post my review for the Viper's Tongue, but I can promise you guys it will be most definitely positive.

Update: Most importantly I forgot to add that today, I could barely walk.

All Tied Up and No Where To Go

Last night Teacher and I moved venues to a motel, just to change things up. Unbeknown to me, he was feeling sickly, but he knew I was looking forward to spending New Years Eve with him, and he wasn't going to let me know. I'm the hypochondriac in this couple. Anyway, he managed to give at least myself a memorable evening before the ball dropped. He'll be paid back kindly in blow jobs.

He told me just to wear jeans and a sweater, but underneath I wore a black garter belt, stockings with the line up the back, and a black bustier. Not to mention my "cripplers in which I still have not mastered walking.

We got settled in the room and he started unpacking his tools and toys. I laid on my stomach and watched him take each item out. Rope. Check. Clothespins. Check. Vibrators. Check. Lube. Check. Paddle-a new one. Check. Ball Gag. Check. Big fucking humongous bowie knife. WTF!

As I've mentioned before, we've included knife play in our scenes but the previous implements were not even remotely as threatening as this hunk of steel. "What the hell are you doing with a knife like that?!" Teacher is fully armed from bats to bullets, but yet he always seems to find something to freak me out. While it is not this exact knife, it is damn close. He proceeded to lay the cool blade on my chest. Oh, I knew what he had in mind. But it just looked like what it was, something to rip the guts out of some unlucky person. He proceeded to show me ways to hide it, flipped it around, and basically got me pretty scared. I didn't grow up around weaponry, so the mere sight of it gives me the heebie jeebies.

"We've played with knifes before X," he said looking me straight in the eyes.
"I know." I whimpered.

"You know you are always safe with me."
I didn't answer.

"That look you gave me doesn't seem like you're too confident in that."
"Well..." I laughed it off, but in all honestly, I can't shake the fear of that he may snap and gore the ever living shit out of me, leaving me a bloody, lifeless, carcass. Of course, that fear is half the purpose of him bringing that damn thing along with him.

Next, He showed me the newest paddle he made, which was a bit smaller, yet sturdier than the prototype he used on me last week. It is the normal paddle shape, but there all sorts of holes drilled into it.

Between seeing the knife and paddle, I was already breathless. I has been a few weeks since we've truly played hard. I felt like I was back at square one, any remnant jadedness went out the window and I returned back to what I am--sub nouveau. I must not forget it.

Bondage, oh how I love thee. I was excited to see my ropey friends and offered my hands with no struggle. As the knot was secured, I felt instantly a lot happier than I did when I had walked in the motel room door. The more and more I experience it, it becomes apparent that being restrained is my favorite type of BDSM play. I know part of it is because for so long, I have felt out of control. I've often joked that "I need to be put in a cage." Well I've never meant that literally in the past, and actually I'm not over anxious to be caged, but the ropes serve the same purpose. I like those reigns pulled in on me (unlike Linda Ronstadt.)

Teacher rolled me over onto my stomach and tied my ankles together and then rolled me back with my face up. Bliss. A leather blindfold was put over my eyes. The gag I guess got lost in the mix, but that was OK.

He started gently, kissing my face, stroking my hair, and then pulled down the bustier to reveal my breasts. Upon each exposed breasts, he yanked the nipples taut and applied a clothespin.

Teacher started flicking the pins back and forth with what I quickly learned was the big knife. Click, clack, click, clack. Each tap made my nipples sting. I was chewing my lip. My fear of the knife did not wane whatsoever, so when the chunky Bowie knife was pressed, flat side down on my ribcage I immediately gasped. He traced the knife then across my lips so I could feel the thick serrations and then slowly down tracing my throat, down across my torso, down to my pussy where he flicked my labia with the dull, but still cold edge. I tried to hold still, but I was trembling.

He positioned me across his knee and with little warm up, started spanking the shit out of me with the plastic handle of a flyswatter he once used on me, sans the long lost swatter. He's usually good about starting off slowly, but in retrospect I think it was because he felt like ass. My ass felt like it had never been spanked before and I was screeching and moaning, apparently so much so I heard a knock from the room adjacent to us. Cheap motel. Thin walls.

He moved me from his knee back on the bed. I was face down with my ass up. He then switched over to his bare hands rotating from cheek to cheek, and automatically I was chewing my arm and my pillow. I started to drift off but then the fucking goddamn room phone rang, and rang, and rang, ultimately throwing us off for a few minutes. Of course there was no one there. I was highly irritated, as I was in throes of punishment.

Getting back to business, Teacher took out that evil fucking paddle. EVIL. That piece of wood is possessed by the devil, I swear. This time he started out a bit slower, but I was yelping immediately. This tender tucas couldn't take it. I bit into the pillow, I scratched on Teacher's arm, I caught myself drooling. This thing was intensely painful. Once again I started to drift, and bang, he hit this one extra tender part that made me scream, but not for mercy. I was intent on taking my punishment, my tied feet kicking as much as possible.

The paddle was put down, and then he scratched down my ass with his fingernails. You'd think this would feel good, but it was fucking intensely painful. He doesn't have creepy long nails, but there was enough that I could feel them. Then he resumed the paddling. This time I started to drift off for real.

I don't know where I got the idea, but I just assumed that subspace was the same each time. Apparently, and I confirmed this with Teacher, it is not. So while in the past I've been very much at peace through my pain, this time I was a bit more anxious and my mind was all over the place.

Still, I was able to get into the rhythm enough that something amazing happened that had never happened to me before from being spanked. I felt like I was going to orgasm.

"I think I'm going to cum" I panted out to Teacher.

"You probably will" he said, or something akin to that. I know realize I shouldn't have said anything as that threw me off focus. I generally need to focus hard to cum, but this was the opposite so I was utterly shocked, and yet I fucking ruined it!

The spanking continued for awhile longer, along with some more scratching and then I heard the whirl of the G-spotter. He burrowed the purple toy between my now pretty hairy little pussy that was still accessible, even though my legs were tied.

Wielding the purple beast, it was no too long before I was a hot little orgasmic mess. Not being able to move my legs made it even more intense. Who knows how many times I came before I ultimately collapsed. All I know was intensely satiated.

As I said in the beginning my poor Dom was on the cusp of virus city, so the antics pretty much ended there.

Walking to the elevator later on I realized how swollen my butt was. "I'm going to have to sit on a pillow all day tomorrow!!" I declared, but I most certainly was not complaining. It was much more pleasant to wake up with a sore ass, than a hangover on New Years Day!

picture from whipped ass

(ps. i know i fucked up "nowhere" but when i changed it, it screwed up the url & many sites have linked here.bad spelling vs. bad linking. a difficult choice)

OK You Doms, Time To Step Up To the Plate

Another BDSM blog, a popular one at that, has bit the dust "Confessions of An English Gentleman." For most of the details, you can check out Persephone's blog. I didn't read his blog as often as the others on my blog roll, but Persephone's recent posts recently gave me reason to check out "Roper's" blog more often.

The demise of this blog leaves yet even more of a gap in the world of Dom blogging. Dominant men that is. I can't speak of the Femdom blogs, as to be honest I haven't really made a concerted effort to read any, not for any particular reason other than perhaps I have no desire to be topped by a woman, though I've fantasized about topping one myself. [ED: I actually realized that I was foolish not reading Femdom blogs, and I've just updated my blogroll to
include some Femdom blogs]

So I would like to encourage any of you lurkers out there who might just happen to be Doms ("Teacher" will have some guest posts on here soon) to start up your own blogs. As much as I love reading the trials and tribulations of my sub pals, I very much enjoy getting a Dom's perspective.

If you are a Dom who blogs and you're not on my blogroll, drop me a line and perhaps we'll do a link trade. Perhaps. I've gotten some bizzaro spam blog requests.  For some reason I think there are a lot more Dom bloggers out there than any of us realize. One thing about blogging, no matter what subject, if you want readers you truly have to make an effort beyond quality content. Most of them are easy-- getting to know your fellow bloggers, commenting, getting the word out in whatever web community to which you belong. Some do take a bit more of
an effort, submitting your site to various engines, toplists, directories, etc.

Bottom line is blog our kinky brothers, blog!

The Perfect Implement of Pain

One of my favorite comedy bits is from Dennis Leary. The schtick is how "being a pothead turns you into a fucking carpenter." Well being a Dom apparently makes you a fucking carpenter, leather craftsman, welder, iron smith, and any other craft that was once run by guildsmen.

My Master, Teacher, had always been one to fiddle around with carpentry, but generally to fix stuff around the house, when I came into his life his focus changed. His workshop became headquarters for his burgeoning custom paddle and cane business. He no longer wanted to work on household repairs, but rather work on championing the cause of damaging tender asses across the globe.

Above his worktable was a bulletin board covered with letters and email print-outs of praise from his customers. Knowing that he helped a fellow Dom mark his sub was a source of pride and motivation to create even more painful implements. But, as it is inevitable in the business world, there is always at least one disgruntled customer. His unsatisfied Dom was a certain man I will call "Master Lucas."

Master Lucas' gripe was that his cane was not properly balanced, which prevented him from having a clean swing on his sub's flesh. Teacher found this highly unnerving, as one of his quality control points was to ensure that the canes were entirely level. I'd often see him out in his workshop peering down the edge of a freshly made cane like it he was a pool shark choosing the most perfect cue stick. Twice he accepted returns from Master Lucas and sent him replacement canes. The third return, though, that was another story.

"Jesus Christ X," he sighed when he accepted the package from the UPS man, "I'm certain this guy is either the most anal retentive Dom ever or he's in dire need of a caning himself." Knowing that it was wise to steer clear of Teacher while was pissed, I went to the kitchen to go make us some dinner. Somehow, I knew my own ass was going to get the wrath Teacher wanted to lay on Master Lucas. Thinking about this, I smiled as prepped our food.

That evening as I was finishing clearing up our dinner table, and getting ready to make Teacher an aperitif, he instructed me to go to shower.

"Go get beautiful for me X," he said, "well rather, extra beautiful my darling. I want you to put on the leather corset I bought you for your birthday along with your black stockings, and those heels of yours, the 6 inch black ones with the red soles."
I was tempted to ask "How come?" but I never questioned his commands, nor did I ever mind getting gussied up for him. Just putting on the corset itself could take me one quarter of the way to subspace. "When you are finished with your girly stuff, please return yourself to me and I expect you in position."
"Yes, Teacher."

I took my time preparing myself, luckily Teacher is one of those rare men who do not question the time a woman takes getting ready, in fact he finds in a yet another factor in what makes women such intriguing little creatures. "It is a lot more fun to punish my X when I can see the streams of tears exaggerated by her mascara. I find it highly erotic to see my slut's face smeared with her lipstick after I've forced my cock in her throat." It is another tangible way to see his work, just like rope marks, welts, and bruises. Knowing this pleased me as well.

Obeying his request, I presented myself to Teacher as he sat in his favorite burgundy leather chair, a classic masculine piece of furniture. He was not a La-Z-boy kind of guy, being neither lazy nor a boy.

"Tonight X, I have a special task for you. I do not expect any arguments as this does not violate any of your hard limits, but it is something you have never experienced. You are to do as told and know that this task is not only very important, but will be proof of my skilled training and will in essence effect my reputation. You, X, as my sub are representative of me."
I was quite puzzled as to what the hell was going on. It had been awhile since we went over my limit list, and some of my "yes" answers had escaped memory. Still, I was ready to do what ever was requested of me.

"X, bow down, with your head to the floor, your hands clasped behind your back and your ass facing me." I arranged myself as told, feeling the threads of the oriental rug scratch my forehead and the cool air of the ceiling fan pass over my exposed ass. I heard Teacher walk away, out of the room with his footsteps getting fainter. Then as always after many minutes that seemed like an eternity the footsteps became louder and I felt his presence over me.
"Take a deep breath X, I want you to prepare yourself for a long evening."
"Yes Teacher."I inhaled and exhaled into the rug, thinking I was glad he did not have any cats. I sighed out loud when he put my leather cuffs on my wrists and clasped them together. Being bound always allowed me to relax.
"X, the cane I am about to use on you is the most perfect one I've ever created. Rather all my cane craft is perfect. I took extra measures with this particular cane to ensure that there is nary a flaw. The only thing more perfect in the universe, my little girl, is your divine ass that is aching to be beat and fucked." With the last words barely out of his mouth, he started tapping on my ass cheeks, which felt more vulnerable than ever before.

First he was on my left side, using his perfect tool to inflict small starter taps. These were the taps that always for some reason fooled me into thinking I was going to be able to handle the inevitable pain without a wince. There was no medium in-between taps at all. In fact from the small pats things quickly change, down came down a huge blow that sent a rocket of pain up my spine, which exploded projecting stars behind my closed eyelids. I had no time to recover before the next wallop was administered. I wished Teacher had restrained me to the ground somehow because it was increasingly harder to not squirm myself down the rug, which I knew was not a good thing as it could cause him to miss his mark and ultimately inflict unwanted damage.
"X," he spoke as yet another strike knocked the breath out of me, "This cane which I am now going to inflict pain onto your exposed asshole, cunt and thighs..."
Thwack! My poor anus!
"is a masterful tool. Not unlike the swords that were crafted for the ancient Samurai, this cane is for only the most highly skilled Doms. To be used by a lesser creature would to be a shameful thing."
Thwack! Oh my poor tender labia, no amount of hair could shield the sting of this cane
"Only a complete moron would not realize the beauty of the way this implement strikes flesh, the way it cuts through the air almost silently, how it has just the right amount of give.."
Whack! Fuck you Master Lucas!
The pain started to dissipate, and Teacher's words started to fade away. I was on the cusp of sliding to my little happy world when he laid the cane in front of me and rubbed my back, rousing me from la-la land.
"Do not go away my darling sub, there is more in store," he told me as he removed the cuffs."stand up."
I clumsily made my way from the carpet to my two feet to find Teacher standing in front of me with a glass of ice water and an envelope. He handed the glass to me.
"Drink this" I gladly accepted and thought of what a sweet Dom he was as I guzzled it down.
"See this envelope X?" he waved a off-white envelope, which I knew was from his personal stationary. It even had a red wax seal on the back. I was elated to see he had used the monogrammed seal I had given him for his birthday.
"Yes, Teacher."
"You are to deliver this envelope for me."
"To whom"
"Master Lucas"
"Master Lucas, Master Lucas?" I repeated the name in disbelief.
"Yes. You are to remain in his presence when he opens the envelope. You also are to follow the instructions enclosed as he directs you to. Do you hear me?"
"Yes Teacher."

Teacher had never sent me to another Dom, in fact, we had only played with another couple one time and that was more of a vanilla swap. In retrospect I think I was more nervous about how Master Lucas would look, smell, and act. What if he has only three teeth, no neck, a mullet and weighs 400 lbs? If he were sending me to a Domme I would be happily excited, but this was terrifying. I felt comfortable in my trust that Teacher would not send me into a dangerous situation, so I was mostly worried this guy would smell like a petting zoo. Shallow? Perhaps, but it was a lot easier for me to fixate on that then the possibility that Master Lucas would go all Ed Gein on my ass. I did not want to end up being made into a lampshade.

"I will be out in the car the entire time X." He must have sensed my fear, "If you don't leave the house in one hour he'll be meeting my friends Smith and Wesson." I love it when he's so macho! Being an old-fashioned type of woman, feeling protected like that makes me very, very hot. I kneeled down in front of him and reached for Teachers zipper. I wanted to show him my adoration, and my submission.
"Oh X, you are such a good girl." Unearthing his hard cock from his pants, I put it in my mouth. Working the shaft with my tongue, I felt the head of his prick working it's way to my throat. Rotating his cock in my buccal cavity deftly with my tongue, I relaxed my muscles enabling his thickness down into my head. To avoid choking I imagining my throat was a pussy. I released and contracted my throat muscles around his cock. He tugged on my hair, bringing my face closer to him. I could smell his arousal through his sweat. As he reached the edge of orgasm, I felt his cock start pulsing, his grip on my hair became harder, and he started roughly fucking my mouth. He emitted a loud groan as he came and a hot stream of jizz shot into my mouth. I savored Teacher's taste as I let it trickle down my throat.

Sated, he zipped up, instructed me to go fix my hair and makeup. When I emerged from the bathroom he was at the door for me with my long, black trench coat. "No need to wear anything else X."

Master Lucas lived in an adjacent city in our metropolis that was about 30 miles away. Our ride to his home was a silent one, except I did inquire as to if Master Lucas was aware of our intent to visit. "Well my sweet sub, he is actually only expecting me."

Oh shit. This is going to be very interesting, I thought to myself.

We pulled up into a nondescript subdivision in front of your typical generic suburban American home--two car garage jutting out further than the main part of the house, two stories, a sprinkling of trees, white siding with blue shutters, and one of those stupid flags with a Labrador Retriever. Certainly not the scary ramshackle home I had imagined. Granted, all I knew of Master Lucas was that he was a pain in the ass customer.

"X. You are to go knock on his door, inform him you are there on my behalf. Then hand him the envelope. Please tell him to open it up and read it in front of you. As I told you earlier, I'll be sitting here in the car." I was sweating. "Also, I need you to give this to him as well." He reached into the backseat and handed me a long box.

I was trembling, and I was having one of those "what the fuck have I gotten myself into moments," moments that materialize with increased frequency since I've become a sub. Rarely have I been disappointed. Still, this was definitely a lot intimidating to me than the time Teacher shoved a ginger root up my ass and made me stand still with a pile of books on my head or fucked me with icicles as I laid naked, in broad daylight, in two feet of snow. When I am with him I always know in the end all will be fine.

Somehow I managed to make it to Master Lucas' door without hyperventilating. I rang the bell, and fantasized about ripping down that stupid flag and wiping my ass with it. "Coming" I heard him holler as he approached the door. As he opened it, I could tell he was not expecting a woman, much less one in six inch heels, red lips, a long coat holding an envelope. Master Lucas, I am happy to say had all his teeth, in fact, they were a perfect set of chompers. He was about 45, 6ft tall, light brown short but tousled hair. He was dressed to match his surroundings in a golf shirt and Dockers. Not my type, but definitely a decent looking guy. He also seemed to smell more of laundry soap instead of petting zoo.

"I am here on behalf of my Master Teacher," I told Master Lucas as he took in the vision of me,"he has requested that you read what is enclosed in this envelope in my presence."
"Is he here?"
"Yes, he is" He looked out to the driveway, as did I and Teacher's car was not there. I was freaking out, but I was not going to say as such.
"Where?"
"Oh, um he went to go get a pack of cigarettes." I was hoping that was the case.
"Well let's see what is in this envelope," why don't you come in.
"Uh, no. I was told for you to read it before I do anything."
"Wow, what an obedient sub you appear to be," he sniffed.
He tore open the envelope, scanned the letter, and then read it aloud to me.

Dear Master Lucas,

As a craftsman, I find it horribly frustrating that you have been repeatedly unsatisfied with my craftsmanship. If these canes were not items made with my own sweat and tears, I would have not have dealt with you any further after your first return. Instead, I have taken your dissatisfaction with my canes as a challenge. While I did not see anything wrong at all, quite the contrary, with the previous canes you purchased, I have decided to take this opportunity to craft such a cane that is beyond any you, nor anyone has had the pleasure of wielding. If, you are still unsatisfied with the cane I am delivering to you via my sub "X" I will then suggest you take your business elsewhere.

Before you make any decisions about this new cane, I would like to request that you do the following. Do note that X has come her consensually and is aware she is to follow the instructions below:

1. Please inspect the cane marks I have inflicted upon X approximately two hours ago.
2. X is to show you the various marks on her ass, thighs, upper back, cunt, asshole, and breasts. as you will see that these are not your ordinary cane welts. Even the tiniest flick of this cane will leave a dent in the thickest of skin. X, like many subs, appreciates the artwork that is left behind after a scene. You, too I expect will be very impressed.
3. After the inspection, I would like to offer you the opportunity to try out the implement on my sub. Since she is currently highly marked, along with the cane I've included a jar of ink. If you so desire to see the marks you, yourself have left on her, you have my permission to wipe the cane down with the ink prior to using it. If you chose to keep the cane, I will cover the cane in black lacquer if you so desire.
4. X is to be standing upright when you cane her. With her arms above her head the entire time. I've included her gag in the box, as she is a loud slut. She too is a squirmy slut, but it is not my desire to have her bound for this trial.
5. If upon reading this you do not wish to try out the cane, please return X and the box back to the car and I will consider our business done.
6. If you do decide after trying out the cane that is the best cane you have ever used, please escort X back to my car as well and we will discuss both the behavior of the cane as well as my sub. I am confident you will love this cane, but if it so happens that you do not, please refer to number 5.

I expect to have a resolution to this situation within the hour.

Regards,
Master Teacher
Crandon Canes, Inc.

That sounded reasonable enough, and I was grateful Teacher did not ask him to fuck me, but then he didn't mention that he shouldn't' fuck me either. Master Lucas had already proven to be an asshole so I was not certain he'd respect Teacher's wishes.

"Well it sounds like your Master is pretty damn certain his cane is the best. I didn't think his other ones were so great, so I have my doubts" he said in a bitchy tone, "but, you seem to be quite a beautiful specimen X, and I am going to take this opportunity to try out your Master's canes, if anything just so I can see you naked." He leered at me and I felt like a piece of meat. He waved my way into his house. "He's quite a big shot your Master is, isn't he?" Master Lucas said as he locked the door behind him. Motherfucker was testing me. I was not going to say anything negative about Teacher!
"No, he is not. He is a very brilliant man."
"Well you are loyal little sub, please follow me to my playroom, he must be a very lucky man."
I smirked and followed him down a carpeted hallway with pictures of what must have been his children. I did not see any pictures of an apparent wife, yet by the flowery decor of the house there had definitely been one in the overall picture. "Those are my kids. I divorced the frigid bitch that is their mother just a few months ago."
"Oh." Great, a dude in the midst of his misogynistic anger phase about to spank my ass. That day my role was apparently "human whipping post."

Master led me into his playroom, which was entirely different than the rest of the joint. "This used to be my ex-wife's sewing and craft room, but once the cunt left I decided it was time to make it mine," he said with obvious lingering hatred of the ex-wife. The room was painted a crimson red with black trim. In one corner was a metal cage, in the other a black leather recliner with a leopard skin rug the covered the floor. It looked more "early whorehouse" than dark scary dungeon. While it was not a complete set-up there was plenty of room to hold a spanking bench, a small day bed, some random toys and oodles of floggers, whips and paddles hanging from the walls. One thing I did note was that there were no canes. Very interesting.
"So X, has Master Teacher shared you with many men?"
"No." I didn't want to let him know I was the first as to make him feel special.
"Interesting, especially since you appear to be filthy little whore. Remove your coat and stand as requested with your hands up in the air." I removed my coat and he admired my body in the leather corset, boobs heaving, waist nipped.
"As much as I love a woman in a corset, I wish to have you undress entirely to see this magnificent handiwork I was told about."
Undressed, I stood in position. Naked, and feeling pretty damn humiliated to be in this situation, I found myself getting turned on, the juices in my pussy started to flow lubricating the inside of my thighs. Master Lucas remained in his suburban garb. I watched him open the box. This guy was such a dickhead I honestly was not happy that he even remotely aroused any pleasure out of me.

Inside the box was a smaller leather case. Master Lucas lifted the lid of the case to reveal the cane which was lying on a bed of purple velvet like a precious jewel. I had never seen Teacher pack the canes as such. He wasn't fucking around, of that I was certain.

Master Lucas held the cane in his hand and just like teacher he eyed the length of it, holding it parallel to the length of his arm. He held it between two fingers and watched it wobble. He sliced it through the air. Whatever you could do with a cane besides hit someone, he did. He ignored me the entire time and I felt my body get sore as I waited. Oh how wanted to put my arms down, but I feared the worst if I did. I was there on behalf of Teacher and I was not going to fail him.

Finally, he finished fiddling with the cane and laid it back down in it's velvet cushion. He came over to me and looked me up and down, finally settling on my eyes. Not removing his gaze he said, "Well X, let me admire these spectacular marks I have heard about." He moved from my eyes down to my exposed breasts. He ran his finger from my neck down the crevice between them. Following the fresh abrasions like a map, he traced a thick red welt that Teacher had left behind on my right breast crossing the entirely of my chest. While he grazed his fingers across my breasts, I felt both my nipples become erect. I could not look down due to my stance, but I know from experience the skin was puckered and turned from its normal light brown to a more pinkish brown hue. "This is very nice X, and my you have some nice cans."
Cans? I winced, this guy was obviously a frat boy at some point. Go figure. I always hated those conformist assholes, these were the guys who automatically saw my rock'n'roll attire and large tits and assumed I was a cheap slut. Somehow their asshole demeanor did tempt me, but I never took it as an opportunity, but moreso as a blow to my ego. I was only a slut for certain people, and those were people who did respect me beyond my cunt.
From my breasts he found his way down my belly, to my pussy. He ran his finger through the hair, stopping to rub his finger not only the two welts that had formed on my upper mound, but to graze my clit. I moaned just a little. But once again, I did not want him to thinkI was enjoying his inspection. After all I was there for him to only look at Teacher's markings. "You've quite a little nub there X. Very hot. I prefer my women shaved, but to each his own." He lifted his fingers to smell my fragrance and smiled.
From my cunt, he circled around me like I was a statue to see the stripes on my ass, thighs, and back. Their laid the red ribbons that truly showed the master craftmanship of both the cane and of Teacher's might. Shiny, puffy and raw, they appeared at first glance to be huge keloid scars. I heard Master Lucas mutter something to himself, but all I made out was "mmmm.."
"I was told you were smacked on your asshole X." I'm going to need to spread your legs out a bit more to see this" I did as told. He pulled either cheek apart roughly. A shockwave of pain spread from the epicenter of the mother of all canings. There in the valley between either buttock was one humongous red stripe that ran up and down, it's pain had apparently had been delayed, because as I was widened for inspection I had to gasp for air, it was like my pulse had moved straight to my anus. To make matters worse, Master Lucas thought it would be good to retrace the line stopping to shove his rather large finger inside without warning. He didn't leave it there very long, but I heard him chuckle as I cried "Ow!"
"You like pain, I'm certain you slut, look at you," he hissed into my ear.

He went back to the case and removed both the ink jar and the cane. I was never into messy play, but I had no choice.

Master Lucas unrolled a large plastic tarp and instructed me to stand on top of it. My arms were numb from holding them up for so long, pins and needles started to erupt. "You stay here you pretty bitch, I'll be right back." He left the room and came back wearing plastic gloves, a black t-shirt and pants. "I can't mess up my good clothes." Ha! to me any clothes in black were my good clothes. I longed to shake out the pain of my limbs, but I chose to work through it no matter how excruitating.

Master Lucas saturated the cane with the ink, letting the excess run into a pile of newspapers he had brought in for the purpose.

"So this will be the test of this cane. It is obvious that your Master has some impressive work on his sub. I need to be certain that was not merely from his brute strength, but via this cane he thinks is the shit. You see X, I was not there to witness his work, how I am to know he did not use something else. Did he?"
"No."
"How do I not know you are not only a snotty bitch of a slut, but a liar as well.?"
"I am not a liar Master Lucas."
"We shall see, won't we."


This guy was just not going to let it go.

"Kiss the cane"
"Wha."
"Kiss the cane." Now I would normally kiss the cane for Teacher as a sign of submission to him, but this honestly confused me. Was I still submitting to him by kissing the cane for Master Lucas, or was I getting Master Lucas' rocks off? I decided since I was there to show how wonderful Teacher's work was and I, too, was his work, that I should kiss the implement he created with his own hands out of respect.
Kiss the cane, quick as it was left me looking like I had chewed a pen until it exploded.
Master Lucas laughed, "Oh shit that is hilarious! You're going to have black lips all week X, how embarrassing." Completely embarrased and pissed off, I knew it would be a week of being humilated whereever I went, but it was for Teacher and that was ok with me.
I spit out the little ink that was in my mouth. "You are a bit fiesty. I think I'll use that gag Master Teacher sent with you." I was actually pretty glad about that otherwise, I think I would have said some rotten shit.

Unlike Teacher, he did not give me warm up taps, or warm-up anything. From the moment the gag was tied behind my head, Master Lucas did not waste any time getting to work. Unbeknownst to me, he had looked at the clock and saw we only had 15 mintues left.

He started on my ass, slicing through the welts left by Teacher, causing several of them to open up and bleed. Cruely ,he did the same on my thighs. The sting of the cane was so immense I was on the verge of nausea. Immediately it became apparent that I was not comfortable enough to relax like I did with Teacher. Instead, I clenched up which made all the blows entirely more difficult to take. I found myself starting to slump over and then my head was pulled back up by Master Lucas, but he did not stop. Instead he applied the blowsto my breasts, back and cunt. In the midst of all this, I faded out, but unlike the various versions of a twisted tropical paradise I go to when I go into supspace with my true Master, I apparently just blacked out.

My eyes opened, I was on the floor on the leopard rug. I was aroused from my state by a hand rubbing my back, a familar hand. It was Teacher!
"Are you OK X?"
"Huhh.." I felt kind of drunk. "You were so deep in subspace, Master Lucas had me intervene."
"Where were you, you left the driveway."
"X, I was here the entire time my sweet baby sub."
"You were what?" I was entirely confused.
"I was not goign to let my prized possession, you, not the cane, be in the hands of a strange Dom without being present. While Master Lucas read you the letter I entered his house through the back door."
"What about your car."
"Oh, it was down the street, that was just to scare you a bit."
"I was."
"I know. You did good X, you not only obeyed my instructions via Master Lucas, but you showed your loyalty to me."
"Where is he?"
"Oh he went to go get his checkbook"
"He liked the cane, huh?"
"Very much so, but he also liked you. He is paying for you to save for your tattoo removal when and if I chose for you do as such."
"But, wait, I don't have a tattoo."
"Yes, you do."
I looked down at my chest, there mingling in the welts and blood was the ink.
"You proved tonight that you were truly worthy of my ownership. You are mine now X and I had you marked as such." Stunned, I didn't know what to say, instead I just teared up. Tattoos were on my "Yes" list, but this was beyond my expectations. "I know how much you love looking at your various marks from play X and how sad you are when the are gone. Now, my dear, you never have to be sad again."

Weeks later the welts have healed, and there amongst my various freckles, birthmarks, and scars lay various blue stripes each one to make me think of my Master, Teacher.

*the end*


fiction copyright by sub nouveau, creative commons protected picture from Training of O

Transition

This is definitely a transitional period.

Teacher, as I have mentioned, has put the bug in my ear about considering taking our BDSM out of the bedroom, to expand my horizons as a sub, for us to be able to evolve to a a deeper D/s relationship.

If I have learned anything the past couple of months with Teacher is to be patient. I am so fucking antsy, anxious, impulsive, and impatient that within the first couple of weeks of us hanging out I was wondering when this would occur. Little did I know I was not ready at the time. Having spent my entire life in a rush, and rarely following through on anything I start, being able to see the results of us slowly build upon each meeting, each lesson has been a major area of growth. For you long time readers, you know I gave up counting my lessons quite some time ago. When I started this blog I did think that it was going to be like that, merely lessons-"Lesson A--spanking, Lesson B--bondage," but that has not been the case, and in this moment I am here to say I am glad that Teacher was not hurried, and I am glad I chose to follow his lead and be patient. I know I've ruined many a romantic, albeit vanilla, situation in the past by being impatient.

I am still "sub nouveau" there is no doubt in my mind, but I am increasingly becoming less "sub naive." When I first reached out into the sea of strangers to seek out knowledge of this artful way of living, I honestly had no idea what I was getting myself into and I certainly didn't expect to meet such a wonderful person.

Today I mentioned to Teacher via email, that I was considering joining a gym, with my goal being able to have more stamina and flexibility, not to mention getting myself into shape. I am not a big woman, but I am not tiny either. Zaftig, majorly top heavy, with some nice gams. My problem is I fucking HATE to exercise. Well go figure that Teacher had joined the gym I was going to join just yesterday. I was concerned he wouldn't want me to be in his space, but quite the contrary. In fact, it appears a fitness regime is going to be part of our first foray into my submission to him outside of our regular trysts. We are to discuss this in more detail in person, but I already think I'm cool with it. I feel totally comfortable about my body with him, and he has never spoken negatively about my appearance. From what I am gathering from our correspondence, this is more about my long-term health, and as he put it "to be honest, my intention with all these homilies about health and diet, is not to be preachy or altruistic. I want you in better shape so I can use you harder and longer and you want that too." Meow! Yer darn tootin'!

We're to meet tomorrow night. I have oodles of questions for him. What has piqued my interest more than anything is "punishment" vs. regular play, and what to expect.

He's never seen "Secretary" but all day I thought about James Spader having Maggie Gyllenhaal eat her four peas, spoonfull of potatoes and all the ice cream she wanted. When I first saw that movie, I didn't think that was sick like the friend who watched the movie with me, but very sexy. To surrender myself to Teacher, I think will be a beautiful thing.

So in this transition, I am getting closer to the submissive experience I had been yearning for all these years whether I knew it or not.

photo from "the training of o"

Towards The Path

Cuddled underneath my pile of blankets, I heard Teacher knock on my door. I always have on high heels when he visits, this was a request from the get-go, but I hastely ran to get the door without them. Immediately I thought he would be pissed, but he told me not to worry about it.

Back in my bedroom, Teacher sat on the edge of my bed and lit a cigarette. I had the urge to put my head on his lap, and I did as such. Like a cat, I poked my head under his arm and rested close to his cock. But that wasn't on my mind at the moment, I am a slut, but not not a one dimensional one. I listened to him speak as he stroked my hair, immediately was in my comfort zone.

I was disrobed, kissed, coddled, and ordered to sit up. Like a magician, Teacher whipped out a long strand of white rope out of nowhere. With precision, he coiled each breast, crisscrossed my chest, wrapped the cord around my torso made knots. Sadly, I do not know the language of rope mechanics, but I do know I appreciate the ritual of being bound.

His cock was erect and dripping with pre-cum as he finished the last knots.

"Get on your hands and knees," Teacher demanded. A second strand of rope appeared, this time I was hog-tied my wrists adjoined to each knee. I had a hard time being in that position with my face down, and I was put on my side.

Teacher didn't ask me to, but I had my eyes closed. Sensory deprivation is apparently one of my things. Still Teacher went to retrieve one of his neckties that was hanging from my closet door and wrapped it around my head as a blindfold.

Not unlike me calling a friend to see what stupidity I did while drunk, I have had to ask Teacher a few details of what occurred. Some I am merely piecing together.

After the blindfold was knotted, Teacher instructed me to open my mouth to thank him, and deftly inserted his hardened prick into my mouth. He apparently merely wanted to tease me, as he removed his cock and moved on to torture my nipples with his mouth, and grazed his hands down toward my pussy. I had just shaved myself smooth after a month or so of furriness. In general I'm a muff lover, but sometimes it feels nice bare and I wanted Teacher to see my cunt in it's entirety. Well, make that *his cunt. Since it is not a regular thing, it felt to me like the subversive thing a shaved cunt used to be vs the general run of the mill shaved pussy.

His fingers merely grazed long enough to feel the new smoothness and repositioned me in such a way that he had access to my ass. As I laid there awaiting each new action I felt like Teacher's angel of pleasure, I was there for him to do as he pleased to me. But I knew in my heart that this angel of pleasure has a selfish devil counterpart that was yearning for pleasure of her own.

Little did I know as I laid still in the darkness, unable to move more than a few inches here and there like a worm, that he was going to perform the most selfless act anyone has ever done for me, to take me to another plane of existence.

It started with small pats, then harder, then harder, then I just faded into the music of my ass being slapped by his hands...from what he has told me once it was apparent that I was heavily under that is when he brought out the big guns-the cane and crop.

I wrote in detail about my voyage into sub space in the last two posts, so I'll omit that here, but two days later I am still in a bit of a fog.

When he brought me back into the real-time I cried a few tears, but they were joyous tears. We proceeded to have some very hot sex, and I fell asleep with both remnants of my adventure inside my pussy and inside my mind.

Since we've taken it up a level, Teacher has given me a new reading assignment as well as some serious things to ponder. To be discussed at a later date.


*I must note this is not a writing convention that comes easily to me. Some people do it very well, and well, others do an atrocious job. I am confident that Teacher knows I am not being disrespectful if I don't refer to parts of my anatomy as his in my writing. Just in case anyone is keeping score.

(photo from squareamerica.com)

I Might Be A Pervert

I was going to get chopped to pieces. I just knew it. You always hear stories about Internet dates going awry. The woman meets the guy who then kidnaps her and ties her up. The thing was, though, that I was going with the intention of getting tied up. Bound by my permission.

He's twenty five or so years older than I am. He is eligible for Senior Citizens discounts. Perhaps I am the crazy pervert and he should be the one who is afraid.

Our intial meeting at a coffee house was a success. He left me with a deep kiss that I felt in my panties. Stil, I was nervous as fuck.

Motel room. I straighten my skirt and knock. I'm shaking like a leaf, certain I will buckle and he'll find me in a puddle at the door. I honestly don't know what to expect. Are we going to small talk or is he going to fling me down on the bed and fuck the living shit out of me.

He opens the door with his large hands. He's well over a foot taller than I am, a big strong man with long gray hair streaked with blonde, and gorgeous blue eyes. Dangerous eyes. A combination I am a sucker for. The age factor is negated by his youthful appearance and demeanor, but it makes it even dirtier than it already is.

He's my mentor, my sensai, my teacher. For the past couple of weeks he's educated me about BDSM and submission and now it is time for my first lesson. I want to be a good student. I never was in school, but then all my cocksucking was done outside of the classroom.

We kiss. We undress. I am already wet.

He takes me by the hands and has me sit down and we go over some basic rules. I'm shaking even harder now, visibly, somehow his voice soothes me. He goes into his briefcase and takes out two leather cuffs. They're too big. I'm dissapointed, but then secretly glad that maybe I, who am not too tiny, is smaller than his other bitches. Then he takes out some rope.

The rope is smooth, not the itchy hemp of my imagination and I am glad. Skillfully he wraps it around my wrists binding them together. I have never experienced this before. What the fuck am I doing? What did I get myself into, I think. I like this.

I was in such a state to be honest I don't recall what he said to me as I watch the cords be knotted, but then I am face down, ass up on the bed.

I felt his hand caress my ass. I think it was his hand.

1, 2, he walloped me. Once and again and again. My ass is burning, holy shit. My mind is a jumble of "I love this, this fucking hurts I am so turned on by fuck this fucking hurts" I take it. The spanking continues I don't know for how long, because I am higher than I have ever been in my entire life and I've done every drug except heroin.

As I lay there with my ass in the air I think about how he must be looking at my pussy, perhaps my asshole. I was certain my ass that must be red as the inside of me, that is now pulsing juice down my thighs. Actually it is blood. I am on my period, but it is agreed the show will go on. More perversion.

I want him inside of me. I have yet to touch his cock, but it is a nice long, thick, and curved affair that looks like it will hit me in the right places. I want to have him fill my cunt up with that cock.

The spanking stops.

I get my fill like the pervert that I am. Blood, cum, spit and sweat More straps to my sore ass. I'm a hot, happy sticky mess.

Now I sit here waiting for my punishment for being a perverted bad girl.

The Ex

Mike my ex had a bit of a drinking problem, and subsquently an anger problem, but when we fucked it was always good. He wasn't a dom, but he was definitely dominant.
"You like it when I yell at you doncha?" He stopped in the middle of an argument. "It gets your panties wet."I guess I must radiate that because a male friend said something similar after another male pal yelled at me about something.
His long curly hair was out of it's ponytail for a change, and those damn tight Levi's he's worn for the 20 odd years we'd been friends were starting to strain around his cock, as he knew his anger had turned me on.
"Come over here, let me see those tits."I obliged, pulling my shirt and bra up without unhooking it."I'm going to fuck those titties." That shit makes me swoon."You're my cumslut aren't you?""Uh huh""I'm going to fuck your mouth now and you're going to like it you cumslut."I have never been a fan of mouth fucking, because I can give some pretty mean head, and when on my knees I can slide some cock down my throat pretty well, but when someone is thrusting their dick in my mouth without me being able to control is a whole other experience.
For some reason he could never get off just with intercourse, It would always end with me blowing him or him jerking off. I didn't mind though, because I love seeing a guy get off, jizzing all over my chest or face.
So he grabs me by my head and proceeds to use my head like a basketball on his cock. I can't, as I said, enjoy it like I do when I'm doing my best work, but he's getting off and I am starting to get a little wetter with each thrust in my throat. I look up at him, that turns me on. I learned that little trick from a male friend one night during a drunken interrogation another girl and I gave him. He recommended always looking the person you're sucking off in the eye. He was right, it worked, and I'm sure their is nothign sexier than my running eyeliner and sticky mouth.
I know men are visual. I love you men you pigs.
So he's pulling my hair and fucking my throat and I'm his cumslut and I tell him this as I gasp for air, a moment later a hot stream of his cum is pulsing into my mouth, I''m a swallower, but I know he loves to see it in my mouth so I make sure he sees the streams of it dripping down the side of my mouth before I make the wad dissapear forever. He hasn't eaten a vegetable in years and a smoker, his sperm is acidic, but I don't gag. I've never ever spit since I first gave a blowjob in high school and I won't ever.
This is scattered, I know but the one thing I got out of this unhealthy relationship is that I am a cumslut.I am.

The Marlboro Man

He slowly coiled the rope around my wrists, binding each to the matching ankle. Hogtied. I don't like that term, but what else can you call it. Anyway, it is more about how it looks, and feels, so call it what you will. How about "hot?"
Bound, forehead on matress, ass poised perfectly for the beating that I desperatedly wanted.
"I'm going to go grab a glass of water." I'll be right back.
I waited & waited. It could have been 3 minutes or 30. I laid still, listening to my breathing, listening for his footsteps.
Splash!
Cold water drenched my body, soaking both my skin and the ropes. Ice cubes pelted me like bits of hail.
"Wake up baby!"
"I'm awake," I snorted through the wet hair that was plastered against my face.
"Cold water for a cold, frigid bitch." He was referring to my "headache" last night, which, was truly a headache, not the classic female out.
"I'm going to warm you up, you and that frozen pussy of yours." My pussy was already warming up.
I heard the click of his Zippo and the smell of the lighter fluid. I heard him take a drag of a cigarette. Phewwwwwwww..he exhaled the smoke in my face. I felt soft warm ashes hit my ass. Click. The lighter once again.
Drip
Drop
Hotness spilled down my back into the crook of my ass, down towards my exposed vulva. Wax.
"I'm warming my fridgid bitch up."
God I love wax
A gush of wax splashed my neck this time, creeping down my shoulders and towards my now hard nipples. I felt the heat and then the solidifciation.
Then I heard the Zippo click again.
"You're still cold," he breathed smoke in my face and ear, "I"m going to have to find another way to warm my frigid bitch up."The cigarette was no longer in his mouth but now in his hands, grazing across my ass like a piece of hot chalk.
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