Only if you're good (Pt. 1)

I lay still, and wait. Sir had just finished restraining me. "Keep your legs open or I will tie them apart." he said just before putting earplugs on underneath my blindfold. My legs spread apart; open, keeping nothing from him. I feel Sir's hands cover my breasts. Softly caressing, alternating between pinching, licking and biting my nipples. It feels so good, I arch my body involuntarily towards him. A trail of kisses go down my torso, stopping just at my left hipbone; nipping at it lightly, teasingly with his teeth. I shiver and try to move my body away from his invading mouth...he knew exactly which buttons to push. I was afraid that I would come right then and there and our game would stop.

I feel one hand on my face, the other lightly beginning to stroke my pussy. I sigh and bite my lip. He slaps my face and starts to spank my pussy. I try to squirm away, but one of Sir's hands tries to keep me still while the another continues to slap. "I'm gonna come soon, Sir. Please let me come." I beg. I couldn't quite hear a response. Instead I awaited my fate.

The slapping stopped. Sir's fingers slowly, teasingly start to play with my clit as a leather riding crop glids down my breasts, down my stomach, past the slit of my aching pussy. Filled with embarrassment and anticipation, I could feel myself starting to get even wetter. Sir places his fingers in from of my face to make me aware of just how much I was a dirty little pain slut. Embarrassed, I try to turn away but he forces his fingers into my mouth which I lick and suck hungrily. Removing them from my mouth, the sound of leather hitting skin fills the air. Once, twice, the act repeated; I've lost count. I grit my teeth and couldn't take it anymore. I didn't know if I was close to coming or if I was just in that much pain. "Please stop." I say quietly, feeling the beginnings of welts on my thighs, shaking. A few more from the crop and that stops as well. Breathing hard, barely cohesive, lost in pleasure, I hope that Sir had plans to fuck me or at least let me come soon...

All dressed up with nowhere to go.

So after much thought and deliberation (well, not really) I've decided that a new latex outfit is in order. The last one that I purchased was back in October; right before I hopped on a plane to visit Sir in Med. School...Maybe a nice catsuit, one that zips open in the front and back. Or a spanking skirt, or nurse outfit to go with the straightjacket that Sir and I love to play with.

Either way, I'm off to fulfill another fun assignment by Sir. He's been in a very generous mood lately, allowing me to come instead of going to bed frustrated, waking up with my hand inside of my panties fondling my throbbing cunt. Anal masterbation with thoughts of sensory deprivation and the feeling of rope pressed tightly against my skin as Sir pounds roughly inside of me...I miss it all. Him, most of all. The kink is nice, but this wouldn't mean a thing without him.

June, hurry up and get here already.

Can you gag me with my soaking wet panties, too?

Since sir is about to be off to med school soon, I just thought how hot *and fitting it would be if I dressed up as a naughty catholic school girl for him and he tied me up with one of my legs in the air, similar to that in the picture, except I hope that he gags me with my soaking wet panties first. Just to remind me what a slut I really. I can just imagine him putting the anal plug and the vibrator inside of me, filling both holes....mmmm. It'd be pretty hard to balance myself I'd think, but it would be fun nonetheless.

On a side note, my sir has started to give me naughty assignments on a daily basis to fulfill. Today, I am to discuss my favorite things in the bedroom. BDSM related or romantic. There's so many to choose from but I'd have to say that I really enjoy it when he blind folds me. I like seeing sir naked, his cock rock hard but when I'm blindfolded, I can't anticipate what he's about to do to me and it makes me even wetter. When it does happen, the feeling is that much more intense because I'm forced to focus on the pleasure and pain that's being inflicted upon me.

I also like being left in the closet, blind folded, hands and legs tied together, with a vibrator stuck inside of me. The anticipation is maddening and the vibrator feels so good with every small move that I make. Usually afterwards, he pulls me out of the closet, takes my blind fold off and fucks me mercilessly in front of a mirror, forcing me to watch my facial expressions as he rams his cock inside of my dripping wet pussy, or ass hole *which we've just started exploring recently. I guess to sum it all up, it's the anticipation build up that really gets me going. All of that pent up sexual frustration just waiting to be released. Which I am only allowed to release when given permission to do so by my sir.

On another note, most people say that once you having kinky sex, you'll never go back to vanilla sex. I didn't realize it until after the assignment that sir gave me but I'd have to say that I do enjoy/miss having vanilla sex once in awhile. Talking while being in the bathtub together, getting/giving back rubs with oil... I'm not saying that my sir is not romantic. He shows it in many many ways and I am lucky and greatful to be with him. It's partially my fault for not hinting it. I didn't think that my girly side would emerge out of nowhere either. It's not that I'm saying that I don't feel special. Far from it. There's no other way for me to feel when I'm with him. When we go out to dinner, he pays for everything. He pulls out chairs for me. He opens doors. He is a very very generous sir. And yet when we're in the bedroom, it has been a while since he and I have had slow and quiet sex. Whenever we're together we bite, tease, spank, lick, suck, etc. each other but I don't think that I can ever remember coming into the bedroom with candles and rose petals, like you'd see in a cheesy romance flick.

This concept came up when we started discussing the psychological side of BDSM. I trust my sir completely and feel like I can tell him anything. My fears, my worries, my likes, dislikes, strange tendencies, etc. and vice versa. If you can't be whole heartedly honest, what's the point?

No matter what turns you on, in my humble opinion, I feel like the whole point is not to simply do as your Dom tells you to in order for you (the sub) to get your reward. Trust and Understanding your partner's (Both Sub and Dom.) needs and desires is really what matters. Call me crazy. I guess I just love my sir that much. With or without my collar on.

The bruises on my thighs may fade, but the memory of you doing that never will...

First blog entry since I was in high school so I'm a bit rusty. My good sir can make fun of me all he wants about how un-technologically savvy I am but I kick his ass in drafting and design programs. Anyhow, off topic. I'm in Jersey and he's in NY. But not for long. He's off to medschool in the Carribean and I'll probably be a wreck for a bit. I wasn't quite sure how this was going to work seeing as I know long distance takes work and effort. But then he came up with this idea of having a blog. Just talking about random things about our lives with a side of BDSM. I'll start this post with our last encounter but as we go along, he also happened to suggest Half Naked Thursdays so I'll eventually post a few sexy pics of myself because I know it'll make my sir happy.

Before all that, I guess I'll start with my relationship with sir. (If you read his blog, it'll be pretty similar for the intro part) We're both in our 20's and have been together for about 3 yrs. He's off to be an MD and I'm working on starting a career to be a designer in NYC. In the bedroom, we both found that we liked to experiment and found that we thoroughly enjoyed d/S and BDSM. I like wearing the collar and having my cunt teased mercilessly with his fingers or a vibrator but I do also enjoy blindfolding him and spanking him on occasion. I'm really shy about these situations and would be hesitant to try this with someone I wasn't deeply in love with or truly didn't trust.

I'm usually a grinch during the holiday season (up til the end of New Years) but he manages to get me into the spirit as well as in the mood. As a result, we decided to get a hotel room for the night. I also tend to get really grabby and horny when I'm drunk. As a surprise to him, I wore a black corset and a matching thong and nylons underneath my winter coat. I would've worn my black bondage style stilettos with them but it was snowing. Oh well. Maybe next time. ;)

My heart was pounding when sir kissed me on my shoulder. He told me to get on my knees and put the collar on as he blind folded me. He pulled my hair and dragged me around the room. I love how forceful he is with me. We started to kiss and bite and then without warning, he started fingering me. He took his hands out of my thong just long enough to smear my cunt juice all over my lips. He just chuckled as he licked my lips at how easily wet I became. My knees became weak just around the time he pushed me on to the bed. He started fingering me almost immediately as we started to talk dirty. Sir asked me what I was and to whom did I belong to. "I'm your dirty pain slut, sir." I managed to whimper. He likes knowing that I belong to him, and only him. He slapped me in the face and bit my lip. "Good girl." God I wanted his cock so badly. but he wouldn't let me have it that easily. He told me what a cock hungry whore I was and that I deserved to be spanked. I wasn't really in much of a position to argue since I was whimpering for him and I did want that spanking. REALLY BADLY. I was blindfolded the entire time but I'm sure that my ass was as red as a cherry. I didn't really have much time to recover before I realized that sir was tying my legs apart and my hands together above my head. He told me that I wasn't allowed to come unless he gave me permission to do so. That day, he was especially mean because he wanted to try something different. He wanted to try to make me squirt.

I wasn't sure how he was planning to do that. All I know is that I was dizzy with pleasure and my thighs were shaking as he began to lick, bite, and suck on my inner thighs. He didn't even get to my pussy yet and I already wanted to come. I'm quite sensitive when it comes to my inner thighs and hipbones it seems. A part of me wished I was gagged. I would be mortified if the people in the next hotel room could hear my moans and screams. I begged him to come. I promised him anything and everything if he allowed me to come. All of a sudden I heard a strong buzzing sound and felt the cold plastic pushing up into my wet pussy. It hurt so much that tears streamed down my eyes. I felt extra tight that night and I wasn't sure why. Perhaps it's because the vibe was too big. Sir switched tactics and used his fingers instead to stroke my g-spot.

Pain suddenly turned into pleasure and I started breathing heavily, making noises I hadn't made before, and clamping down on his fingers. I begged him again to let me come and this time he obliged. The experience was mindblowing. And just when I thought it was over, he climbed on top of me and fucked me senseless. He whispered in my ear how much he liked hearing me moan as he bite my lip as we kissed. We rocked together on the bed and he slapped me on the face just before we came together. Breathing heavily, his warm body collapsed on top of mine and eventually, removed my bonds together.

After a beer, some champagne, a few shots of SoCo, Jameson, and whatever colorful drink mixed with vodka sir happened to make for me at the New Yr's party, I was clearly drunker than he was since he drove back. He wanted to get some sleep but I was desperately hot and wanted to sleep naked and have sex before I drifted off to sleep. I quickly shed off my short mini leather dress and climbed under the covers with just my panties on. I knew we were gonna be tired the next day but it was definitely worth it. It was quick and passionate and I really enjoyed it when he came on face and tits. I love the taste of him but he just recently quit smoking so he tasted better than ever.

I'm very lucky to have a sir that gets off on watching me writhe and moan, even if I don't know what's going on. I like the feeling of giving up control. It's strangely comforting and relaxing.

I never have any complaints when having sex with sir, but I love it best when I get to kiss him in the forehead and whisper "Goodnight and I love you."