There's nothing hotter than a man in a suit.

I'm wearing the corset and matching thong that you purchased for me last week. Thigh highs, black heels, and collar;as you instructed, waiting just for you. You just came home, pinstripe buisness suit, dress shirt and tie. You pull me towards you and I can feel your hard member pressed against the fabric of your pants. You know that I'm dripping wet from edging; switching between wearing my butt plug and vibrating egg to work; asking me to send photos for proof. I haven't been able to come in close to 2 weeks. I look into your eyes and tug at your tie. You take my hand away and completely unknot your tie and slip in over my eyes. You spin me around and whisper "Bend over and grab your ankles, pet." I do as you ask, my ass in the air, embarrassed and waiting as I hear your footsteps depart and return. I hear you chuckle softly, leash in one hand, riding crop in the other.

"Are you ready, pet?"

Eep! Late post...

So I forgot to post last night since I came home too late and was too tired to do so...

Maybe 2 posts today will make up for it so that Sir won't strap me to a chair and punish me with a vibrating butt plug and the Hitachi Wand together...

...wait. On second thought. ;P

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.

HNT: Pet Project.

*Thigh High boots, Egg Vibrator, & Collar.

So Sir thought it would be a good idea for me to update/start using this blog again as part of my assignments (among other fun & naughty assignments that he's given me). :] When I get a minute, a possible update of Sir & I is in order. For now, I hope this photo will suffice.

HHNT, everyone! <3

I hope the whole world can see us.

You pushed me against the wall, barely having time to strip our clothes off. Your t-shirt, my dress, and underwear come off as I'm unbuckling your belt. I pull them down and you barely have time to step out of them before I straddle you. We're fumbling towards the bed, but find this window ledge instead.

Back pressed against the window, one leg propped up on your shoulder, you thrust deeply into me. My body slams repeatedly onto the glass. I try to sneak a glance outside and bite my lip nervously as well as excitedly...What if someone sees?

"And it's so bad, I can't concentrate."

It seems more like a song, and less like it's math

If you pull on my hair and bite me like that.

And bite me like that.

... Scratch me and bite me.

...I miss your skin on mine.

Your hands roaming down my body; one hand squeezing my breasts, another pressed on my hipbone. I'm still half asleep at this point but I'm starting to wake up when I can feel you brush against my thigh, getting hard. I run one finger lightly over your length, not quite touching the tip. I repeat this and with my other hand, start massaging your balls. I hear you groan and you slide your hand into my moist panties. Your fingers rub my clit gently first, and then you squeeze. I gasp and dig my nails into your shoulders. You keep rubbing... I'm getting wetter by the second. With one hand, I slip my panties off, grab your dick and slip it teasingly into my wet cunt. I rock my hips back and forth, sliding, teasing you, not quite granting you entrance. You grab me by my shoulders, look me in the eyes and smirk as you plunge inside of me. Breathing hard, you thrust deeper and deeper inside of me. I bite my lip to stop from crying out. I close my eyes and I can feel you wrap your hands around my throat. I claw at your back, my toes curl and I start to feel lightheaded. I'm struggling and you release me just in time. As you always know. I rock my hips faster, and dig my nails deeper into your back. Your back is covered with red marks... You hiss because I can't stop scratching. You throw my legs over your shoulders and grab my hands and hold them above my head. You continue thrusting faster and faster until finally we come together. Recomposing ourselves, you look at me and say: "Next time, I'm just tying you to the bedposts."