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Pancake Tuesday

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Last night was a tantalising mix of orgasm denial and forced orgasm.  The evening started with a slow, lazy relaxing shared bath.  I had it ready for him coming in from work.  We sat there and soaked, had a smoke and drank some tea.  After that I prepared a strange dinner of crepes, bacon and vanilla icecream – it was Pancake Tuesday so that had to be honoured.  Afterward we cuddled up on the couch and watched and spent the evening watching Better Off Ted (season 1, which I’d totally recommend) and having a smoke.  We ambled down to bed at around midnight and cuddled / chatted for a bit.

My hands started wandering, as they always do when I have a lovely naked man in my bed.  I began stroking him ever so slowly and softly.  I told him that I wanted to use him tonight and that I wouldn’t be letting him cum for a few days.  He grew harder at the prospect and lay there moaning as I brought him up to orgasm over and over again, stopping just before he couldn’t handle anymore.  I decided to have one myself so I fucked him for a little bit until I came. 

Afterward I held him for another while and began teasing him again, bringing him close to orgasm then stopping.  He came so very close, so many times, while i used so many different techniques.  One of my favourite techniques to use is getting him so horny that merely rubbing his cock with one hand, without gripping, is enough to almost send him over the edge.  Without warning, I sped up and he exploded in my hand.  He’d had a rough day, I wasn’t going to let him go to sleep without a nice orgasm..  He is my little pet afterall.

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Sex, Video Games and Rock n Roll

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Friday evening saw us having a really lazy evening.  I didn’t even bother cooking.  Got a load of “snacks” from the shop on the way home from work which included chocolate, crisps, popcorn, and other nibbles.  We had a smoke, watched a film and snuggled up on the sofa.  We stopped at 8pm to do a few of the Path of Exile races. We retired to the sofa again. We were watching Bathory – a film about a hungarian lady in the 15th century.  It was pretty cool. My hand wandered down his chest and I played with him until he came. 

Saturday I was woken early by the cat, and got up and made our favorite breakfast (sausage, eggs, potato bread and ketchup).  We sat down on the couch to eat it and watched another film.  We were having an “epics” weekend, so we watched Kingdom of Heaven, Troy.. The day progressed and we moved from the sofa to the PC, some path of exile, and back again.  So it continued in a lazy haze.  In the evening, I ran a bath for us and we sat there in the bath for ages having a good old chat about random stuff.  Afterwards, I lay an outfit on the bed for him… a blue dress with a frilly ballerina skirt and a frilly red petticoat.  He adorned it and I met him upstairs again. I put some music on, I think we listened to Opeth.

I placed him on his knees on the couch, the back of it supporting most of his body and bound his wrists to the bannister.  I decided to for a non-vibrating toy, as it had been a while since I used that one.  It’s a nexus glide, he quite enjoys it – it’s a hard toy so it’s a little trickier to get in than a jelly toy.  Once inside, my right hand worked on stimulating his prostate with the toy while my left worked on gently stimulating his cock.  I had him gagged.  I kept him on edge for a very long time.  Halfway through, I decided to lube my left hand up as well and proceeded to fuck him in the ass with the toy as his cock was forced in and out of my slippery hand.  He came pretty hard and sat there for a while, dangling off his binds and shaking.  I love how his body quivers when he orgasms.  I love holding him afterwards.

By Sunday, my period was completely gone.  We did the usual stuff during the day.  Our tastes in films switched to vampire films and we ended up watching Interview with a Vampire and Underworld.  We took a shower later that evening and afterward, he surprised me by dressing up in his fabulous long, gold evening dress.  He looked divine.  I was so pleased that he’d decided to dress up for me, without my instruction.  I welcomed him into bed and rubbed his cock through his dress for a little bit.  I lay on my back giving him full run of my body.  I was looking forward to my orgasm so much, with the period – it felt like my body was going to explode… it’d been days since I’d cum.  After a while, he asked if he wanted him to lick me.  I told him that I’d like that very much, and he proceeded downwards.  The images of the weekend were fresh in my head, and I could feel myself building up more and more. Each stroke of his tongue drove me crazy.  His beard rubbed softly against my clit and his fingers penetrated me teasing my g-spot.

I was soaking, I was also a little tense as I felt like I was about to unleash a waterfall onto his face while he was licking me.  Just before he made me cum, I stopped him and told him to fuck me.  Every thrust felt like heaven. I love the way his body moves and his hair falls over his face. I love the way his back arches.  I came hard and fast but that wasn’t it over…  After some sensitivity, I allowed him to continue because it still felt amazing and I wanted more, he made me cum again and again.  The orgasms melted into each other and into my body.  I almost blacked out.  He came on my third and I saw stars.  It was incredible.  My whole body felt like it was no longer aching and wanting, that it was completely and utterly at peace.  I slumped for a few minutes.  The orgasms gave me a little burst of energy and I asked him if he wanted to go upstairs again and play some more Path.  So we did.

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Miss-Sheepy

Vampval

In the dark – erotica written by my submissive

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I asked my lovely little submissive to write me something erotic.  I’d like to share what he wrote because it filled me with pride.  Note that, when you are reading it, that the story is directed toward ME and was written with the sole purpose that I would read it.  Be warned: it is quite a long one, so make sure you’re sitting comfortably and have time to spare.  Enjoy.

I am alone, in the dark. Bound and restrained, trapped in a cupboard with little to no space to move, even if I was able to. I can hear the floorboards creaking as you move about upstairs, I wonder what you are up to.. how long will I be left here, drooling in the darkness, left with nothing but the joint discomfort and pleasure of my bondage. My mind wanders over the various things you have done to me.

I am dressed up for you. Bright pink corset clutching my tightly, laced up so tightly my breaths are short. Attached are the sheer white stockings clasping my legs, I can feel the decorated tips of them tickling the back of my thighs. A thick pair of matching pink rubber panties squeeze me, my clit encased in a plastic cage, an overinflated plug filling me up. You pulled the panties up tightly, pushing my clit between my legs and holding in the plug. I cap the outfit off with a tall pair of bright pink platform heels you have locked to my feet.

I have a small suction cup attached to each nipple, pulling at them, a constant tease coming from the small vibes hanging from each cup. You plaited my hair into two pigtails that hang over my shoulders, framing my heavily made up face. You decided since I was dressed like a slut you’d make me look like one, with bright red lipstick and a liberal amount of eyeshadow. A ring gag completed the look, my mouth wide open and drooling.

You’d led me to the cupboard and set about keeping me there. You used a liberal amount of rope. My ankles were tied together tightly, and the tall heels on my feet lashed together tightly, making it hard to balance. You wrapped a length around my corseted waist, looping it under my crotch either side of my cage, causing my cage to pull out slightly, keeping constant pressure on me. My arms were tied at the elbow behind my back, causing me to puff my chest out, presenting myself for you. My wrists were bound to the ropes wrapped round my corset, effectively rendering me immobile for as long as you wished. Just to be sure, once positioned in the cupboard you tied the ropes off to the cupboard racking. Placing a blindfold over my face, you kissed my cheek and stepped out. Testing my surroundings slightly had revealed a plastic sheeting on the floor, and what sounded like bells hung at various places around my body. Any movement set the bells at the ends of my pigtails, or those behind my ankles, jingling loudly.. keeping quiet was going to be tough given how aroused I was.

Before placing me in the cupboard you had teased me for a while, maybe to make it harder for me to stay still, maybe just because you could. Kneeling in the bath, you ran a vibrator over my body slowly.. stopping anywhere you know I enjoyed, but not long enough to push me over the edge. When you’d had enough, you rubbed oil over every part of. my skin. After finishing the places easily reached, youd resorted to using the bottle to squirt the remaining oil over the rest of me.. down my stockinged legs, my heeled feet.. even pulling the waistband of my panties open and filling my rubber enclosure with a liberal amount of the slippery liquid.

The end result gave me heightened awareness of every single part of my body, from my constricted waist to my enclosed clit, I couldn’t twitch even the smallest amount without being made more and more aware of how slippery and sensitive my body was.

I snap out of my reverie as I hear the stairs creaking. Maybe you have come to let me out? Reward me for being a good girl, keeping quiet like you ordered me, the only sounds coming from the attachments on my nipples buzzing quietly, the occasional rustle of the frills of my corset, the slow drip of the drool from my gagged mouth – sometimes landing on something less soft than the tiny panties holding in my plug.

Something seems a little off but I can’t place it, the enjoyment I am experiencing distracting me. Being filled by the warm plastic of my plug, the wet feeling of the drool running down my face and chest, the strain of the cold but comforting plastic around my clit, stopping me getting erect, keeping me as the slutty little whore that I so love being for you. The disorienting darkness, the bindings stopping me from moving, the constant ache of having my arms bound so far behind my back that I arch my back, the effect of the corset causing me to thrust my chest out for you, presenting myself for your enjoyment. The joint pain and pleasure from my feet, heels arched by the stiletto heels you have locked me in, The ache in my jaw from being gagged.

I realise I can hear two sets of footsteps, not the one I was expecting. I panic slightly.. who’s there? Is someone going to find me here, bound, dressed like a slut, dripping wet, panties stained at the front? I calm down almost immediately. No way would you do that.. I tell myself it’s ok, I have the utmost trust in you. I hear you talking to the unknown person.. walking over to the cupboard that is my pleasurable prison.

The panic rises again, why are you opening the door? A shiver runs through me.. despite the horror rising in me, my clit strains against its cage, I become acutely aware of every single part of my body. I tense up, I’m a good slut, I keep as still and quiet as possible. I hear the interloper say something. It’s ok.. they aren’t downstairs, just waiting for you on the landing. They can’t see me, they don’t know I’m here. It must be you standing in front of me, but you don’t touch me, you don’t speak to me. I feel something brushing against my side, you must be reaching into the cupboard to get something. A moment later you withdraw your arm with whatever it was you were looking for.

I can hear you walk away, but not close the door. What if the interloper wanders around, will they notice me? The fear of being caught both frightens me and exhilarates me, my breathing erratic, the dull ache in my clit growing stronger. I flex my muscles slightly, pushing against my cage.. the plug inside me drawn in and out slightly, slowly fucking me. The feeling in my clit intensifies each time I flex, I have to stop myself from moaning loudly.

I am filled with need. The need to be touched, to be used, to be bent over and fucked hard, to suck on something that fills my throat and threatens to make me choke, the need to have my clit rubbed, the need to writhe around, show off to you how slutty I am, the need to be yours and see you enjoy it.

I hear you retreat upstairs. Not long, a few minutes maybe.. I can hear you talking to your unknown companion. I hear the door slam, and your footsteps descending down the stairs, coming to enjoy your little whore now you’ve sorted whatever it was the friend wanted. I know that waiting can make you impatient, make you want to use me hard and fast, make your urge to satisfy that need that little bit more intense. I wonder if I will pay for the delay caused.

I can sense you in front of me. Unmoving, watching me. I keep perfectly still, trying to ignore the feelings all over my body, the little pains and pleasures of my situation. I hope you are impressed, pleased with me, proud of your submissive. I push my chest out slightly, back arched to its limit, every sensitive area on show for you. You don’t say a word, but move into the cupboard slightly. I can feel you brushing against me, I can hear you unbinding me from the dark prison that has kept me for over an hour now, but the blindfold allows me no vision, no slit of light or glimpse of your face to judge how well I have done.

I hear you clip something to my collar and shortly, feel a yank on my neck as you lead me out. Heels slippery inside and arms still bound behind my back, I struggle to stay upright, taking tiny steps as I quickly shuffle in the direction you are pulling me. The cold air feels nice on my oiled skin, I can feel where the drool from my mouth has landed. It tingles slightly, a pleasant feeling despite the slight chill.

I feel the air warm as you pull me through into another room.. unsure of where I am, my footing is tentative and unsure. I feel you beside me, fiddling with something. You grab my hands, wrists still tied to the rope round my crotch, and push upwards. It forces me forward until I bump into something.. you keep pushing my hands up, forcing me to bend over. My chest touches a warm surface, and as you push me down into it, my cage touches up against something. It vibrates slightly, stimulating my clit through the dulling influence of the plastic cage. It feels really good, but I know this will just arouse me further without pushing me over the edge.

Bent over fully now, the cups on my sensitive nipples now pushed down onto the surface, stimulating them more every time I breathe. The corset, so tight and rigid, forces me to stick my ass out invitingly. The pressure on my hands stops me from rubbing myself on the vibrating machine you have me pinned against, I figure that you have stretched out and bent over the wooden surface in the wash room, clit resting against the washing machine.

“Don’t move slut.” The first words you speak to me in over an hour as you walk away. I wonder what you have in store for me. Whether you will give me pleasure or pain first. I can hear you come back. You reach round and I can hear you tying something off. I feel a short tug on my neck, pulling me forwards, almost on tiptoes. I hear you rustling some more, and feel the same thing at my wrists. Unable to move now, I am somehow connected to the other side of the surface, ropes connected to my collar and wrists taut. It keeps me arched out and completely vulnerable.
I feel you shuffling around with the bindings at my ankles and knees, they drop away and I feel you push against my feet. I stretch my legs out as wide as possible, but it isn’t enough for you. I stretch further, balancing on the tips of the heels still locked to my aching feet, my legs spread to their limit. You seem to accept I can’t go any further and I feel you remind my ankles. First one, then the other, I realise you have me tied to the spreader bar. Unable to close my legs, unable to move, I am now entirely at your mercy.

You pull down the rubber panties I am wearing, not far, my legs are spread too wide for that, but enough that I can feel the warm air on my ass. It feels good after the hour trapped in tight rubber, sliding against the cool material thanks to the oil from earlier. I feel you play around with my plug, attaching the plastic tube that allows you to change the size of it. Two slow, long squeezes of the bulb, I feel the plug expand inside me a little more. The pressure now quite intense, feeling stretched and full.

“You can moan for me now slut.” Suddenly, I feel the sharp and stinging sensation of your hand striking my ass. It surprises me and my body tries to pull away, but unable to move, it only succeeds in pulling against my bonds and pushing my cage into the rumbling machine. A second later, my next reaction, I try to arch my back a little more, present myself to you for more. I hear you chuckle, you know how I react, and I feel like you are pleased with me. I moan for you through my gag, I can’t help it, I need it too badly, panting now. You strike me again, a few times in succession. I let out another long moan. You continue, never hitting the same place twice, constantly varying the speed and intensity of your blows. Occasionally your hand catches my plug, driving it into me each time, rubbing my prostate. I can feel my clit leaking, the rubber panties still catching my drips.

By the time you stop, I’m panting, drool pooling around my face, messing up my makeup you so carefully applied. My ass stings all over, the joint glow and dull throb I feel arousing me further. My clit straining against my cage as hard as it is able now, the feeling is bliss. I hear you step back, and a moment later, a few clicks. Taking some pictures of your handiwork to savour later, being your model makes me feel special and I moan for you again.

I feel you untying me from the spreader bar, and releasing my collar and wrists from their ties. You pull me up, and I am able to stretch out for a few seconds. Still panting from how aroused I am, I feel you turn me round.

“Kneel.” You command, and I obey. You’ve placed a small towel for me. You poke my leg with your foot, and encourage me to kneel with legs closed. It squeezes my cage out and places pressure on the plug still buried in my ass. The feeling is divine. You place your foot on my chest and push.. I lean back as far as I’m able, leaning back on my hands, corset arching my back again, my chest is thrust out, and my face almost directly upwards. I feel you remove your foot now I’m in place, and you remove the gag from my mouth.

You shuffle over to me and I can feel you pressing yourself against my mouth. I know what to do. Ignoring the ache in my jaw, I lick you slowly.. your wetness drips down my face, I can taste you in my throat. I speed up slightly, and feel you press down onto me. My hands supporting me, you use my mouth, my tongue working over your clit, faster and faster. You start to grind against me, knowing that the position I’m in allows me no room for movement, you use the contours of my lower face to increase your pleasure. I lick as hard and fast as I can now, I enjoy pleasuring you, I enjoy how you use me to get off, I enjoy how I’m aching for release, yet comfortable being held on the edge. I am your slut, and I will not orgasm without permission. I am a good girl, and determined to show you.

I feel you tense up, you start shuddering and let out a long moan, pushing hard against my mouth now as I lash your clit with the last remaining strength in my tongue. Your wetness drips down me now, as you grind harder against me, thighs closing tightly around my head. After a while, I feel you slacken and then you are gone. I am left panting, drooling, aching. I feel you grab my collar and lead me out of the room.

I feel carpet.. must be the second bedroom I think to myself. You pull me up to the bed and push me onto it. I struggle to move as you keep pulling at my collar, sensitive nipples rubbing against the bed, the weights attached dragging. I’m finally in position, you have me on my knees, leaning on what feels like a pile of pillows. The top one feels cold and smooth, like a plastic sheet has been placed there.

You leave for a moment and I wonder what’s next. I can hear you cleaning yourself up in the bathroom. When you are done, you come back to me. You rub my cage a little, then I feel you probing my mouth with your fingers, and I suck on them, the taste of myself mingling with the taste of you in my throat. You play around with the drool around my mouth, wiping it over my face, smearing my makeup.

You tire of this after a few minutes and replace your fingers with a plastic cock. You fuck my mouth with it for a while, almost choking me each time you push it in. I can taste the lipstick on it. After a few more strokes, you pull my pigtails back, and I lift my head. You wrap my face with some kind of tape, keeping the plastic cock buried in my throat and removing my ability to make any noise other than a guttural moan. You let go of my hair and move behind me.

I feel you grab my ankles, and you spread my legs out. I’m now leaning on the pillows, mouth full, legs open. You push into the small of my back slightly and I arch my back. I can feel my cage pushed into the plastic sheet, the weight of my body compressing it. I feel some pressure on the plug inside me. I feel it build as you pull harder. The plug starts to slide out of me, I feel so stretched and so exposed. I enjoy the feeling.

You remove it completely, and a few seconds later I feel a cold sensation.. I feel you rubbing lube on me, inside me, your fingers probing me. I can feel the rubber glove you have on, your fingers sliding in and out of me, fucking me. I moan and you chuckle again. I feel you pull out, and a split second later I feel another pressure. You take hold of my hips and I feel you push into me.. you must have a new toy.. this feels much bigger than your last one.

You push into me slowly, and I feel myself stretch around the thick plastic you are fucking me with. I feel your hips touch me as you push yo against me, driving my clit into the pile I am leaning on. You pull out again, and start slowly stroking in and out, getting me used to your new toy. After a while you start to speed up, harder and faster each time, it doesn’t take long before you are fucking me hard, harder than you have before. The feeling is intense.. my clit is squeezing against the pillows, my body is tensed up and my ass feels divine. The pressure on my prostate is causing me to leak uncontrollably, I can feel myself dripping, the plastic sheet preventing the wetness from soaking into the sheets.

Each thrust causes me to rub myself forward slightly. Each time you pull out I am pulled back. The cycle continues without pause, your furious speed causing me to assist you, fucking myself on you, and rubbing myself as hard as I can against the pillows I’m leaning on. The unrelenting pace is too much for me, I let out a long frantic moan, you continue stroking into me relentlessly as I convulse underneath you.. I orgasm, feeling my clit squeezed hard against my cage, the suction on my nipples, the plastic cock choking me, the other fucking me, your hands around my waist holding me down. I convulse hard against you as you stop fucking me and lie on top of me.. burying your toy in my ass, you enjoy holding me as I shake underneath you.

After a while my shaking subsides. You withdraw slowly, and I am left feeling empty, but wholly satisfied. Glowing with happiness. With exhilaration. I am your submissive little slut. I am your pretty little slut.

I am yours.

I love you.

Edging

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Had a pretty awesome weekend of fun times – nothing too over the top, more of a lazy weekend with lots of playtime.

As part of our weekend, I’ve been practising various edging techniques and I think I’m starting to get the hang of it now.  I’ve found some new ways of bringing him up to the edge and giving him multiple mini-orgasms.  Although it’s fun though, it isn’t something I’ll do every session as it tired him out pretty quickly.  After it he was exhausted and could barely move but he seemed to enjoy the end orgasm a lot, which was awesome.

I start by gently touching all areas of his body with the tips of my fingers, avoiding his cock.  I feign-touch his cock or touch it very gently when passing to make him more and more excited throughout the touch and massage of the rest of his body.  I kiss him sometimes and pin him down a little.  He moans a lot during this and I can tell he really wants me to touch his cock, but I avoid it for as long as I can manage.  I might lick it or look down at it and look up at him just to add extra sensation.

When he’s writhing around a little more, I start rubbing it a little, usually at the base and tug on it very gently.  With my other hand, I  tease it a little more near the top, moving it up and down his cock very slowly.  From then on, watching and listening to his reaction, I can keep him on the edge for a fairly long time or push him over just enough to allow a mini-orgasm.

As an additional experiment, I climbed on top of him and had him pinned down underneath me.  I let him enter me very slowly, just as he was on the edge of the orgasm and started fucking him very very slowly.  I could feel myself tightening around him as I was about to cum and he started panicking a little, knowing he would cum without permission.  He almost immediately begged for my permission to cum.  Hearing the terror and anxiety in his voice, I granted him permission and he relaxed, untensing his body and allowing for me to make him orgasm.  I was so worked up at this stage, that I came almost immediately and I felt him release inside me and then he pretty much collapsed, breathless.

What an awesome weekend.