Indoor Pain Olympics

 

Amy arrived at our house for breakfast, I was told she would be joining so I made more eggs and toast. We have gotten on well since we first met, I don’t know her too well yet, but I trust her. Though, I have trusted the wrong people in the past. But I trust her Master, Ben and I go right back to when I first started out in BDSM, we and some of our other friends were experimentalists, and with me, always willing to try new things as part of the group… Well, you get the picture.

 

Any friend of Ben is a friend of mine, I’ve known him for 11 years, I trust his judgment. Mistress is rather fond of him and her too, which is the only reason that either of them are allowed alone with me, I haven’t been alone with anyone besides my Mistress,  mother and sister since… well, that is for another time, this is a happy story after all.

 

She smirked at me the entire time she ate, all I could think about was the heavy duffel bag she strained to carry through our door into the living room. “Ready for a day of fun Beth? I have you to myself for 8 hour hours!” She said in a childish tone but was full of sarcasm, I knew it wouldn’t be that fun. Ben has told me that she is quite the sadist, and I believe it from our last adventure together.

 

I went for my daily run after breakfast, with clothes Mistress had already laid out for me on the foot of our bed. A hoodie that read “Just Want Sex”, Mistress is having these made online I am sure of it, my run was over in about an hour, I can do it faster, but not while stuffed.

 

When I got home, I had a quick shower, washing all the sweat off my body, though, in hindsight I don’t see the point in it now. I was summoned to the third bedroom, our office and guest bedroom.

 

I entered the bedroom to find her sat on the double bed legs crossed, she sat there like she owned the place, like some royal figure. I wasn’t going to refute her claim any time soon. The bed was covered in painful items, some ours, some not. Obviously, she had brought them in her bag.

 

Amy was wearing a black leather bustier, and long black gloves and a short skirt to match both. She beckoned me over with a finger.

 

I look at Amy enthralled, she is wearing a black leather bustier, long black gloves and a short

black skirt to match. Her leg cross over the other as she beckoned me over with a finger.

 

My legs begin to shake and my breathing grows quicker with every step towards her. I look over the bed on either side of her, toys organised into neat rows, it is going to be one of those days.

I stop and stand there quaking in front of her, naked and exposed as the day I was born. She wore a maniacal grin, and I was alone with her which made it even better.

 

“I didn’t tell you to stop there did I?” She says with a smirk unbecoming of an honest person, I walk again, closer to her, right up until I was stood between her parted legs. Her thighs were warm, and beneath the skirt, she was as naked as I.

 

“Kneel”, she commanded me, soft, yet firm. I obey without hesitation, kneeling between her legs. Looking up at her eagerly awaiting her next command, though it didn’t take a collared submissive to work out what that would be.

 

My body is burning up, hungry for sex, pleasure, pain, anything, I am an attention whore. And I am at her alter like a snake ready to strike. I lick The order came, and I am on her petals in an instant, my long tongue washing over her outer labia. My nose in her short hairs.

 

I have had 5 years of practice at this, I was working her over well, it wasn’t long before I had her leaning back rather than upright. I am aiming to please. Her body shuddered as I brought her to orgasm, I smile to myself at a job well done as she pushes back up to an upright position.

 

She caught her breath as I knelt waiting, before declaring, “We have a lot of work to do today, we have to get you in shape”.

 

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Within moments Amy regained her composure, her eyes locking back on me, my feeling of trepidation returning. She pats her lap twice, “up”, as it talking to a cat. This was a vague command, did she want me to sit on her lap, or bend over it? Mistress is always more clear with her instructions. But this wasn’t my Mistress, Amy and I did not have years of experience together, I had not yet learnt her wants and striven to meet them yet.

 

I make a judgment call, it probably took less time than I took to read that last paragraph. I stand up and fold my body over her thighs exposing my neck, back, and rear for. She pushes my hair out from her side of my face and over, it still clinging slightly to my cheek and neck. I hadn’t blow dried it so it was still damp.

 

Being in this position only meant one thing, spanking. My right cheek buried on the sheets I could see a few things that could be used which only excited me more. But a notebook and pen were dropped in front of me. Her palm rests on my ass, perhaps the toys were here to scare me? “I want you to count out loud for me, each hit, this is getting logged”.

 

I count each and every hit clearly, they didn’t come hard, which was both a relief and agonising because I knew more would come over the space of the day. She had given me fifty on each cheek and wrote the under down in her notebook, I wasn’t even hurting yet and she pushed me off of her.

 

No sooner had I knelt back down, she was standing again, smoothing out her skirt. “One hundred Star Jumps Beth, in the middle”.

 

I groan, rather vocally, I had already done my daily exercise. And I was now naked, which meant any physical exercise would be moving against gravity, I hated jogging without a bra on, I’m not well endowed by any stretch of the imagination but it is still uncomfortable.

 

I move towards the centre of the room and turn to face her, standing there naked. She follows me admiring my body hungrily. I take a breath and start jumping, my arms and legs spreading out with each jump, I hadn’t stopped to consider the balls inside me, they loved the movement.

I also didn’t notice the zap toy in her hand, I had counted to 20 in my head when she zapped me on the side with it, that lost my concentration, it wasn’t a bad pain, more like a very brief sting or being flicked by a rubber band.

 

“You aren’t counting, start over”, came her response,  zapping me in the side again.

Back to the to zero I go, I start counting again. More zaps come at any moment she seems to please. My admittedly small breasts bouncing on my chest, the zaps and all the while trying to ensure the balls didn’t drop out of myself. I was gurning or glaring, not sure but my teeth were clenched tight. If I wasn’t so submissive, and Amy’s position over me not been so cemented by both my Domme and friend over the past week I might have thought of throttling her.

 

98, 99, 100, the last zap was between my legs as I was coming down, surprising me when it shouldn’t, I stumbled off of my feet and into a sloppy crouch.

 

“Good little slut, now we can take a break, and you can go flirt with your twitter friends”. She said this while pointing at the two desks side by side, with two desktops, one of them I rarely use these days, I usually use my laptop, but that was downstairs, but something told me I was to remain here. “Yes Mistress, thank you”.

 

I fire up the computer and get onto Discord, where I spend a lot of my time when not housekeeping or working as a human sex toy warmer. She comes up behind me as I start typing, and pulls on both of my nipples, hard. Earning aloud cry and a couple choice words.

“I wish you could go into voice chat, that’d give these needs something to listen to…” came her name comment, and before I could say anything, her hands were up, “I know, they made it very clear what your limits were, no recording, so it’s just you and me”. I simply rolled my eyes, wishing she’d just get on with it.

 

She returns a few moments later, holding her open palm in front of me. I know what she wants, I lean back in the office chair to dig the balls out from my damp snatch. She smirks as I obviously have a peculiar look on my face as I do so. I lift them up to deposit them in her hand when she pulls her arm away, “Ew, no you filthy whore, clean them first”. I would roll my eyes at this, but not to her. I pop both of the balls into my mouth at once, bulging my cheeks, pulling them back out and placing them in her now returned hand.

 

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Amy returns again, wand and dildo in hand, handing me the dido without a word, it was made of glass, had bulbs grooves, and ribs along its shaft, one of my favourites. I licked and sucked the shaft, making a good show of it, knowing that if she was Master Ben’s new girlfriend/sub after me regardless of how long ago it had been, she must be good at blow jobs too. They were his favourite.

 

She merely rose an eyebrow at this, “you’ve just given me an idea for the next task, now stop wasting our time and put it in”. I do as I am told, this toy is only 7 inches long, but enough to make me feel full. The wand hummed to life, I almost forgot about it as she brought it to follow the dildo, clamping it against my clithood and labia.

My head was thrown back, I was in the middle of talking to someone (you know who you are). “Countdown from a thousand, you may orgasm whenever you want”. My walls twitch, clench and vibrate against the hard unmoving shaft within under the power of the wand, I didn’t know what setting it was on, but it was at least 8, probably 10. I try my absolute best to countdown, but counting down brings mistakes anyway, but under the constant blissful torment of a wand, it is arguably impossible, especially since she wanted to add 50 to each mistake, this task was a lost cause,  and she just settled for holding it against me before spinning me round in my chair to look at the mess she was causing and continuing her work.

 

I orgasm three or four times in this task, finishing off with a good rewarding clean from Amy, but I was too out of it to really appreciate it.

END OF PART ONE

Of Fountains and Explosions Part Three

 

Master Ben isn’t particularly well endowed, in length or girth,  compared to the strapons and my biggest dido he could be considered petty small, but he is of average size, this isn’t porn where every man is at least 9 inches, but this is the first real cock I had had in years, and he felt wonderful, sure he was wearing protection, but it still feels different, it’s warm, and the firmness is different.

 

I arched my back during his initial penetration, my mouth opening to let out a small moan, I laid there in a puddle of my own making for a moment, as my brain regained focus, I had been stuffed all week and it had done some strange things to me headspace, I had started to think that I was a human sex toy, I didn’t mind really. I know Mistress respects me as a person, I owed her a great deal, and for her to allow me sex with someone else, especially a man was unprecedented my head lolled to the side and looked up at my mistress who was sort of behind me now, her approval means the world to me, and I found it on her face.

 

Happy with that I looked back up at Master Ben who had thought that the initial pause was long enough as he reared back to start some movements going, my legs folded up on either side of his hips, my own hips rising a falling to meet his thrusts, which brings me onto something about me, I am very sexually active, anyone who knows me sexually can tell you that, deprive me of orgasms for a full week and you have a crazy sex starved maniac on your hands, if I wasn’t so submissive to go with it I would probably flip Ben over and ride him so hard one or both of our hips would break, but that wouldn’t be fun, nor make for a great story.

 

But my hips did crash against his and his did pump against mine, I was in heaven, it didn’t take a lot to get me off and I was already close again, and he knew it all too well. He picked up the pace, and I came in a shuddering heap as he held me down, afterward, he pulled out, he hadn’t cum, but I expect he was going to, and out from behind him, his sub, who I now remember is called Amy, (didn’t remember while writing Part One). Wearing a strapon, silicone and royal blue, the colour seemed strange but I kept my legs spread inviting her in, but she wasn’t moving, she slapped my inner thigh with her palm and clicked her fingers, “over” her only word to me, I rolled over onto my elbows and knees, her own knees shimmying herself closer to me.

 

I pushed back against her as she entered me, her rhythm slower but more potent than her Master’s, at least at the start, spearing me with a ruthless drive, before she settled for a more workable pace, my head dropped to the floor between my elbows, in the puddle but I didn’t care, I had stopped thrusting back but hadn’t noticed, when a hard smack impacted the side of my butt, now spurred back to life, I pushed back against each thrust with renewed vigor, but still this didn’t seem to please the bitch, one of her hands leaving my hips and reaching under me for the chain and pulling upon it, a painful fire erupting from my nipples and across my body, as every muscle seemed to tense up at it, this earned a loud cry from me, followed by another explosion from within me.

 

She pulled out of me and was replaced by Ben again, who wanted back in on the action, wrapping a leather belt under my waist and pulling it back as some sort of makeshift reign pulling me into his thrusts, poundings came hard and fast and I did my very best to meet them equally, I was starting to tire, I might have a drive that never quits but my body certainly can, but rest was less important than my next orgasm for me, I powered through it, right through another stunning climax that sent me through a loop, as he was chasing his own, to which he pulled and pulled on my chain as it built up, my poor nipples, they burned and hurt and still did for a couple days afterward. I barely stayed propped up as the pain built until he came inside the condom within me.

 

We took a break for food and drinks and my clamps were removed, taking them off was almost as much of a shock as it was when they went on, Mistress dropped and kissed, and then some, them better, a hearty suckle each. They had prepared a nice chilli for us all, where we discussed what my week had been like, and what we all thought about what had just happened, rather boring stuff we watched two movies as we all got our energies back and our stomachs settled, but the afternoon wasn’t over yet and before I knew it I was being tag teamed again, except this time they used opposing ends rather than took turns, and the wand made a reappearance throughout, along with Mistress’s finest cane, that she struck my breasts with causing me to coil over a couple times, especially when it hit my poor nipples.

 

One thing Master Ben said during this session that sting rings in my head two weeks later is, “we should get the old crew back together”, the thought alone was enough to get me off, I haven’t ready written about our old crew in my still unfinished novel, but if we did all get back together, that would be one intense day.

 

Eventually we were all rather spent, I had come over two dozen times, and they have had about half a dozen between them, Mistress lifted me up to my feet like I was nothing, toweling down my front from drool and my puddle that had seemingly become mixed with my body sweat on my skin, I was soaked.

 

Once adequately dry, she pulled me into a really lovely hug, the safe hugs she has given me right from when we first started dating, and a kiss, in all honesty, I was expecting her to hesitate in touching me after this session, I had begun to dread it in my head from when we started dinner to a lingering thought in the back of my mind when the session started back up, but I shouldn’t have worried, it was foolish of me to do so, she had assured me that she is fine with it.

 

Mistress sat back in the chair and pulled me by the arm into her lap, I leant my side under her arm and my head against her shoulder. There is no safer place to be that in the arms of a person who has dedicated the past 5 years of her life to making sure you are happy and satisfied, took you as a broken little girl unable to love anymore and shown you the care you needed and nurtured you back into loving life.

 

We sat there for a while, Ben and Amy had gone back onto the sofa, Ben sat with his feet up on the ottoman and Amy’s head in his lap. I had thanked them both during the session, as is a submissive’s place to thank for both the pleasure and the pain or any kind of attention really, but I thanked them again once we were all just lounging comfortably.

 

Mistress had work early tomorrow, we all knew it, so before long we were back in the car, the box of our toys in my lap, and we drove home, wasn’t a long drive, and I was ecstatically happy with how the day had gone.

 

It didn’t take long to get home, and Mistress, as usual after our sessions, ran a hot bath for us both, more boring chatter stuff, and I wish I could tell you we had a session that night, but we did not, I would have happily gone down of her for today, but she wasn’t in a sexual mood, she did, however, restuff me with a dildo to sleep in, but I had no problem sleeping this time.

~Fin

Yeah sorry I cut this somewhat short, I felt that if I part it another chapter after this it would like realism as I’d forget details, I have already started to forget.

I hope you all enjoyed.

Of Fountains and Explosions

Part 2

 

While my first orgasm was truly mind-blowing, and body seemed to think that this was its chance to just let everything out, but the wand had been pulled from me, it squirmed and pleaded for more, I looked up at my wonderful Mistress, who had me on edge the entire week leading up to this moment, and the one thing on my mind was sex, and I believe my face showed her as much. She let out an uncharacteristic giggle as she sat me back up, and pulled my top over my head the fabric lifting at my tender nipples I had almost forgotten, the cool air on my incredibly hot skin.

 

Master Ben’s face wasn’t exactly how I remembered it from all those years ago, he was well groomed and had a tattooed chest and right arm, I hadn’t noticed them during our dinner date a week earlier due to the fact that he wore a long-sleeved shirt and a tie, probably to impress my Mistress and prove to her that he was worth getting to know. But today he looked raw, the look he gave me was filled with wanton energy, I remember him being intense all those years ago, but this look showed confidence, and confidence, along with a well-groomed exterior is fucking hot.

 

Mistress set the wand into the box again, and set beside me as Ben stood, his sub stayed knelt on the floor where she was, I could hardly believe what was happening, years ago, Mistress had told me that if there was anything I needed that she couldn’t provide, and needed someone else for, then I would be free to do so, as long as I still loved her and she was the one who I remained loyal to, I thought she just meant to deal with my masochism, but she filled that role as best she could, and I was content with her best, I didn’t think that the moment came when I started desiring cock again, she would let me, but here we were…

 

Master Ben dropped to one knee in front of me, smiling at me, one of my oldest friends, we haven’t been so close and so undressed in years, the need in his eyes was beaten only by the need of my body, his eyes lowering to my nipple clamps, I had almost forgotten about them, almost, these clamps were harsh and tight, but the magnetic ones I have are worse, so I thought.

 

He reached out for the chain hanging between them when his wrist was snatched up my Mistress’s hand, “Remember my rules”, she said firmly, if I wasn’t already wet, I would be now. Mistress speaking like this always rouses me, and brings me to heel, usually used to get my attention or chastise me or start “high protocol” play.

 

“Don’t worry”, he said calmly, “I remember, and you may stop it at any time, or she can”. She looked at me and back at him before nodding, and taking a seat on an armchair closest to me, my attention was brought back to Ben when he lifted the chain, pulling on it gently, the secret of clover clamps, is that the more they are pulled upon the tighter they get, and they most certainly did. I let out a pained cry, pulled it with him as he stood up again, my back arching to compensate the burning pinch that I could feel on my nipples, in fact, it was the only thing I could feel right then and there, my eyes watered up as I cried out, I knew Mistress was staring intently at me and him, looks that could burn holes, but I was already burning up.

 

Master Ben dropped the clamps, and my back relaxed back into a straight position, yeah, worse than magnetic clamps. I breathed heavily to try and calm myself, my left nipple seemed to get the worst of it and I couldn’t help but look down and blow on it, earning a small laugh from all in attendance, I looked back up at him, and his hands went to the front of his trousers, my heart skipped a beat, I hadn’t seen one in real life in several years at this point, I looked back over to Mistress who was now reclined but ever watchful, I smiled at her for reassurance.

 

That’s when I saw Ben’s belt come loose in the corner of my eye, stealing my attention from the love of my life, and his trousers dropped, not that I was looking at his trousers, an old friend of mine, this cock had fucked me more times than I could care to remember, and just a single one of those memories was enough to flood my brain was desire, I had at this moment realised my mouth was slightly ajar and if I hadn’t caught it I probably would have drooled too, he waited, probably letting me make the first move now, probably a test to see if I’d snatch it up, I didn’t care, Mistress had allowed this, I was going to enjoy it.

 

I reached with my right hand, clasping the top of his shaft, my mouth with its extended tongue reaching out to taste the base of his dick, I sucked at the base for a moment before trailing my tongue straight up the underside of the cock, desire, and lust pushing out every thought that wasn’t focused on the delicious shaft presented to me, my tongue reaching the head with a playful flick, and a wink up at him before my eyes closed and I went down on him.

 

Good god, I had forgotten the difference between the real thing and a dildo, the warmth, smell, and they are not static objects. Anyway, as I was taking the initiative, I ensured that I made a good first impression, or rather a good returning impression.

 

I remembered how to pleasure him, despite us both being older, is that bad? I don’t think so. I pushed down to the base of his cock, right before I spluttered off of it, yeah, that’s changed, years out of practice had to show at some point, I got ahead of myself there for a moment, as I coughed and choked out slime from my mouth onto my thighs and skirt wrapped around my stomach.

 

My head was lifted again and dick pushed back into my mouth, this time proactively pushing in and out of my mouth, I didn’t take the back seat however, I was too excited about that, I gave as good as I got, or like to think I did, right up until he held my head in place and took the thrusting upon himself. He didn’t last longer than that, and his cum, while I expect and felt it coming, I still wasn’t ready for, you guessed it, more choking and spluttering, isn’t sex fun? sometimes more so than others.

 

Now came his party trick, Master Ben was a goer, he grew up with me, he learned quick recovery in those years of trying to keep up with me. He looked over at my Mistress, and I did too, I hadn’t forgotten she was there, but I was somewhat lost in the moment. She smiled at me, and nodded at him, I guessed she was happy to see me having fun, and she didn’t have to do anything but watch and enjoy.

 

I was pushed down again, this time fortunately not on top of cuffs, but he dragged me by my ankles to the middle of the floor, covered in a small puddle I made earlier, and now I was laying in it. My mind went blank for a few moments as he knelt and positioned himself between my legs, the excitement got the better of me, that was, until the head of his prick slapped against my labia a few times, right before it too positioned itself right at my entrance before pushing into my core.

 

And…

Sorry end of Part Two

 

I really need to stop going off on a tangent when writing, and getting distracted.

 

Of Fountains and Explosions

 

As most of you are aware, I had been stuffed, teased and denied all week from Monday the 27th, and in the beginning I had no idea why, or me, a mid-twenties woman with diagnosed hypersexuality, denial was tough, going a single morning without at least 2 or three releases would be a challenge, this was unprecedented, but with my friends on Discord as well as a couple famous friends I have on Twitter, I was able to pull through, without failure, despite the increasing torment, the first three days were the hardest, then it kind of peaked. All I knew something was planned for Sunday.

 

Part One

 

I awake Sunday morning, to my Mistress standing over me, smiling down at me with a serving tray, if I hadn’t just woken up I swear I was dreaming, the sun shining through the window, as part of the crazy summer we have been having, she budged me over to her side of the bed, placing the tray in my lap, scrambled egg, toast, and coffee, she hated coffee, absolutely hated it, for her to make me some was a real rarity, she kissed me on the cheek, and spoke about how proud she was of me for making it all week, and how much she loved it, it was all very gay, but she is a lesbian after all, and I am her collared submissive.

 

I leant against her larger body as I ate, Mistress taking a triangular piece of toast for herself, talking about how much fun today is going to be, probably trying to pull a moan or whimper out of me, but I was past that point, I side glanced her, I was all too aware of most of her games at this point, she is imaginative, granted, but I can predict some of her moves at this stage. I already knew the surprise plans were going to remain a surprise right upto the moment they happened, every since I gave her my control, she has kept it tight, she loves to be in control of every little detail, and I like to have as little control as possible, literally, I panic even if I try to drive, which is why I had one lesson and never tried again.

 

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GET ON WITH IT ALREADY I hear some of you cry. Sssshh.

 

I was forced to watch about 2 hours of a quite old kink.com video with Dee Williams, mine and Mistress’s joint favourite porn star. That got me steaming again, ready for a cold shower, I was allowed to skip my daily 5 mile run today, as apparently I’ll need my energy. She returned to me about 11am with a clothes, which only meant that we were heading out, which at the time meant to my head is that we were going to do something in public, but I got dressed, and I use the word “dressed” in it’s lightest form possible, thank you Unnamed Author, you know who you are, she has found it very amusing seeing me in clothes as close to public decency laws allow, or rather seeing how I react to such exposure…

 

“Oh I almost forgot”, Mistress said as I pulled the lacy bralette over my head, which I knew wasn’t good, and was confirmed when she head into the kitchen beckoning me to follow, she was stood beside the fridge, and from behind the two Brita filtered jugs, and a tub of yoghurt, she pulled out a long chain, a chain that made my heart skip and my breathing to completely stop, and what I saw on both ends of said chain made my heart almost stop with my breathing, clover clamps, I had never seen one in person, and they were huge, and I knew what was going to happen before I could even find words, she had lifted my “top” as if she owned it, oh wait, she does, she enticed my nipple with the cold chain before clamping huge clamp to my nipple, I clenched my teeth and seethed a little before letting out a small cry as it was fully clamped on, the same was repeated for the other nipple, they weren’t as painful as my magnetic ones, but I knew what clover clamps were and how they worked, basically the more you pull on them the tighter they get, the second clamp followed it, eliciting another cry from me, and gave them both a curious tug, as I looked down, curious also, happy with them, she pulled my bralette back over them, the chain hanging out the bottom, and she turned and headed for the door. I followed, wearing just the bralette and skirt.

 

We left the house in her car, and I put on my blindfold, about an hour, before I was lead up a gravel path to a house which she knocked on and got a silent reply, I was told to kick off my shoes and lead into a room with a solid wood floor, I was sweating, ridiculously horny, humiliated, I knew people were in the room I was lead into, even though I couldn’t hear them, as this wasn’t our house and someone must have let us in.

 

“Bracelets”, the order came, commanding yet quiet, from Mistress, she didn’t need loud words to get me to do anything, she can command me with looks alone sometimes, but I knelt with my hands behind my back wrists together, the floor was warm, maybe heated, and my hands were quickly cuffed behind my back, and a small kiss on my cheek as Mistress pulled my blindfold off, the light was coming into the room directly ahead of me, and there was a sofa right in front of it, sitting Master Ben, a man from my school days, Jess had only met with him last Thursday, right before my week of denial, I hadn’t thought this would happen so soon after one meeting with him, I knew I was either going to be publicly displayed to him, or I was going to fuck him, gods I hope it would be the latter I thought so hard, his sub, who I had forgotten the name of was knelt on the floor at his feet, she wore tight leather, and looked more dominant than most subs with how she was dressed, I have an eye for these things… But her body language screamed sub, at least right now. I looked up at Mistress to see if she had anything to say, though she just beamed back at me, before looking over at Ben and placing a small box down beside me, I looked down into it, before she pushed my head back forwards. But I had seen our first plaything, something that could have made me orgasm from the sight of it has I not been denied all week.

 

This was a wand, one of our primary forced orgasm toys, Mistress loved working me over with it, I was very excited right now, I didn’t think denial would be the game now, I knew my body couldn’t take the wand for very long, it’s extremely powerful vibrations can send me into fits of orgasms in minutes. “Sit”, came the next order, as I sat down, my butt now on the warm floor, my legs now in front of me, Mistress forcing my legs apart, displaying my front to my old friend and ex-partner, and his “sub”, sky skirt around my hips, no longer serving a purpose, I was wet, very wet, I was pushed back onto my elbows. Mistress got up and plugged it in, earning a jittery giggle from me. Not long now…

 

She returned, knelt down beside me, her long fingers teased my labia before dipping in quickly and pulling out the balls that had become the bane of my existence all week, she held a ball up to my mouth which I obediently opened for, one ball sucked clean, then the next, before they got discarded, into the box, and suddenly it dawned on me, I was empty, though I don’t think it would be for long.

 

I had at this moment just realised what position I was in and how much I hated it, being cuffed and laying back is horrible, you are laying on our arms and the cuffs are digging into your back, the buzzing filled the airways and time seemed to stop until they reached my labia, running up and down my deliciously wet pussy. My face contorted and my eyes rolled, I don’t know what speed setting it was on, but after this week, I don’t think it would have mattered, I was thrown back like someone had stamped on the accelerator pedal. I was on my back now, weight on my shoulders away from my wrists, back arching up against the wand, my whimpering and moans loud and obviously comedic enough to get a chuckle out of Mistress, and the other two observers seemed to be equally mirth-filled, but they were not my concern right now, all I could think about was my body, and the growing heat within it, and I knew the rules, I must ask before I can cum.

 

I kind of didn’t want to ask, I knew the answer would be no, or so I thought, I thought that if I didn’t say anything I could finally orgasm and live with the punishment, but no, I’m obedient and asked, in a bit of heated panic as it was very close, watching her nod and say yes, was a shock to my system, as I let out the loudest cry I think I have ever given during sex, this orgasm shook my entire body, and felt amazing, but at the same time it kind of hurt, my hips thrashing up against the wand held firmly against it. But it was removed during orgasm, as I collapsed back down, I had squirted, I hadn’t thought about it during, my mind going out the sun lit window. But I saw it when I was pulled up into a sitting position, a big wet mess between me and the sofa, I was sure I had gotten some on the “sub”, but I couldn’t see, didn’t think I got any on Master Ben, but they both shared a similar smirk at me. Ben had seen this from me before, many years ago, though, maybe not quite as explosive, I don’t always squirt, but occasionally, I can fountain.

 

End of Part One

 

Part One

I am knelt on a welcome mat in the middle of the room, it’s 16:45, I have been here for 15 minutes already, the mat is course and rough on my knees and feet, which are both bare, as is the rest of my body, a rule I had suggested back when this relationship began slightly more than a few years ago now, a rule that my Mistress definitely agreed with.
When my Mistress messages or calls me to tell me when she will be home, my task is the kneel on this mat and wait for her arrival, an hour in advance, sometimes it can be 45 or even 30 minutes, the purpose is to get me into a more relaxed subservient state, if that was even possible… The mat I am knelt on isn’t the mat used for boots on the porch, it’s a clean one and is only used for this purpose, it doesn’t hurt to kneel on, but it’s rough enough that you can’t get too comfortable on it. I actually enjoy it, though, not because I’m a masochist, I will get to that stuff later, but because I know that Mistress will be here soon.
Being on this mat gives me a lot of time to think, sometimes I seem to go blank and even seem to fall asleep until I hear the car, or the key slot into the lock, but oftentimes I think, about a great many things, usually how I got here, and how lucky I am to be in this relationship, or even what submissiveness means on a more mental level.
There are many feelings that are difficult to describe to people who haven’t felt them yet, and even to people who have felt them because you might feel them differently. One analogy I like to use is sneezing, ask someone to explain the feeling that washes over their face and body before, during and after a sneeze and the people who had never thought about it would say something like, “well it’s a sneeze isn’t it?” When you sneeze your whole body feels something unquantifiable, at least for most people.
Love is a similar feeling, it can wash over your entire body in an instant, from just hearing their voice, or hearing their voice say your name in a specific way, or a subtle smile on their face promising you that you will enjoy the next thing they will say or do.
Submission is a third feeling, really hard to explain to people who aren’t submissive, it’s like a driving force in our brains that when we obey it ignites a glow of happiness and joy at doing what we are told, and again washes over our bodies when it occurs.
Then we come onto pain. Pain, just like any other feeling depends on many factors, the source of the pain, the emotion behind it, your mood, and whether it is complimented by any other sensation, all these things affect the pain, and how your body and brain process it. I am a masochist, I enjoy pain, or rather, I enjoy pain when it’s delivered in a pleasurable way or by someone without ill intent. I’ll explain all of these in much greater details later. But like the three noted before, can wash over you like euphoria.
17:04
You are probably reading this thinking this is the strangest opening post to a blog you have ever read, reading me go into the depths of the meanings behind things, and while my book will have similar things mixed into my story, I want people to get a feel for my writing and my mind. And the worship I am doing while writing this? I am not actually doing it right now, it’s more a smattering of various afternoons merged into one work for you, hopefully you will enjoy the ride as I kneel here waiting.
17:26
I hear a car on the street, I recognised the engine sound on a quiet day, but today was a warm day and Mistress had the window open, her music was distinctive as the car pulled into the drive, I straightened, my body hot with excitement, anticipation, and a need to serve.
A car door slams outside, shoes heard clapping on the path, and the aforementioned keys rattling and entering the slot, I swear that is one of the most exciting sounds in my life, my breath stops for a moment, as my world seems to slow down and my mind goes into overdrive, did I put away all the laundry? I knew I had, but these things come into my mind for a few seconds, as the door opens, and I see her, my Mistress, and every thought I had prior goes out the window as I enter serving mode, I analyse everything and ensure I am ready to obey any instructions given to me, and importantly, I smile. It was something she trained me to do as when we met I hadn’t smiled in almost two years, but now I almost can’t help it, even after 5 years together, I can’t help but smile when I see her.
Mistress drops her keys in the basket on the shelf next to the door, removed her jacket and she looked at me, this usually brought a smile out of her, no matter how bad her day had been, this day was no exception, she looked around also, she count tell I had cleaned, for the third time this week, the room smelled amazing, I was proud of it, and the work I had put into it. She walked passed me without giving me an instruction so I stayed still, she hung up her jacket in the stairwell, she crept up behind me, not something she can usually do successfully, my hearing is good, and she is a powerful woman, she played rugby a lot in secondary school and after, so she has a bit of weight in her steps, not very quiet footsteps, but I didn’t let on, I let her have her fun, I didn’t move a single muscle, I wasn’t even trembling, when she leaned down beside my ear, “bracelets”, was all she said, and my hands instantly went behind my back, ready to be cuffed or tied, tonight it was rope. Using knots she almost certainly learned from me, and I could tell she was smirking, thinking about what fantastic evening we will have tonight.

End of Part One