Nipple Pleasing

I'm going to do it. Actually, I'm not actually doing it, I'm allow IT to be done. He has wanted this for a very long time but would never force me into it. After months and months of consideration and research, I'm going to allow it to be done. He loves to see my naked body decorated with only jewelry, metal, or beautifully worked leather or lace. It makes sense that he'd want to decorate my nipples as well. To date, thought this is about as far as we could go since I was terrified to have my nipples permanently pierced. The pain, the possibility of someone noticing the rings at work or in public, the permanence of it all terrified me.

I'm not sure what has changed, but last week I knelt before Him and told Him that I was ready. That I was more than ready, that I wanted to have my nipples pierced. He made me wait a full week in case I changed my mind, but I haven't. Now, it's time and I'm terrified again, but happy.Soon, He has promised I will be allowed to wear this for a dinner party, exposing my achievement to all.

For now, though, I will grit my teeth and endure this.

New Task

My Man and I love the feel of older clothing - on me at least. Especially the split drawers. This type of undergarment allows for modest coverage but easy access for biological needs as well as disciplinary measures. Sadly, the style is not exactly consistent with current fashion, so unless I'm going to wear Victorian style dresses while cleaning the house, gardening or working, they simply are not practical. The split goes all the way from front to back but the waist is one piece gather with elastic or if you want to be traditional, a drawstring. The pants are then gather just above the ankle. So, my new task is to design and manufacture a modern rendition of the traditional split drawers. It must be easily and comfortable worn beneath modern dresses and skirts but also be discreet - no unsightly bunching or "panty lines" visible. Luckily, I'm a fairly good seamstress, so I'm eager for the task. Yes, the market does have crotchless panties already, but they generally don't allow for full bottom exposure for easily paddling or other disciplinary needs.  I've found a pair that is very, very close to my needs at Etsy, but my skin is very sensitive and I prefer full cotton. Still, I showed this picture to My Man to see if this is the direction he was going and he has approved. So much so, that he gave me a pleasure spanking! Yay!

What is a pleasure spanking? A thing of beauty, that's what! He pulls me over his lap and gives me a slow warm up with his hand. This can take fifteen or twenty minutes. The whole time, I'm slowly allowed to sink into my sub world and immerse myself in the warmth of my own skin and the power of his body. I get very, very wet! So much so that He generally places a towel on his lap to absorb the moisture! Once I'm moaning - and have likely had at least one orgasm, he ups the rhythm and intensity until I'm squirming with desire and my bottom is a color and temperature pleasing to him. Then, Then he makes love to me. Slowly, carefully, perfectly. He sees to my pleasure and ensures I orgasm multiple times. The last time he awarded me a pleasure spanking I had to beg to stop due to exhaustion. I mean, a girl needs a nap sometime! Naturally, he ignored this request and had his way with me until I was nothing more than a boneless mass of joy.

Oh, I am so enjoying this new task!

Understanding Training

I've had it. I'm so done with this. First, I hated the idea of being "trained" anally. But no, HE said it was important. HE said I needed it. Well, fuck this shit! The first two days he did nothing but finger me for a good hour, It hurt, yeah, but in a good way. He lubed me up and first put in one finger. When I adjusted to that, he added a second and the began scissoring. I would lie across his lap as he watched television and just - well - endure. He didn't touch my pussy, despite the wetness dripping onto his jeans. I squirmed and begged, but all that got me was a sharp slap on the ass. For the next two days he inserted a plug. A fairly small one. The first day for one hour, the next for two. Again, he completely ignored my poor pussy and when I started to finger myself He hauled me over his lap and whopped my bottom. Today, the fifth day, he has inserted a much larger plug. Metal this time and egg shaped. I'm so frustrated I fell to my knees and begged him to fuck me. He said no, but did take enough pity on me to fuck my mouth. God I've missed his cock. He came in my mouth and I swallowed every drop. I wanted to worship his cock and balls, kissing, licking, suckling, but no. He just tucked himself back in and helped me to stand. He kissed me and asked if I thought my ass could take his cock now? I said Yes. Anything. Please, just fuck me! He laughed and said if I was good and kept the egg in for three hours without complaint - either verbal or physical - them maybe tomorrow he'd give me relief. But for now, he was enjoying my frustration. I muttered something rude and again, got a spanking for my remark (totally deserved!). Apparently, that counted as a complaint because today, He put the egg in again and told me that I had to wear it all evening. He let me suck him off  and then told me to dress. He was taking me out for dinner. If, and only if, I accepted his plug and his word without wiggling or complaining, if I behaved as a lady should, if I showed proper decorum and gratitude, then, perhaps, when we arrived home, he'd give me relief.

I'm trying, really I am, but this is just so hard. I want him so badly but I need to control myself. Which, if I want to be truthful with myself, is the point of this whole week. Self control. Finally, I understand. Now, we're back home and I'm feeling quite proud of myself. He takes me into the bedroom and tells me to undress him. Then, he lifts my dress and I stand before him, nude and shaking with desire. He bends me over and checks the plug. I almost cum right then. He laughs and says that I've been very good, but I need to keep the plug in until he decides to take it out. He won't tell me when that will be, but warns that when he does, he'll fuck my ass. I'm almost crying, thinking that I'll have to wait even longer for his cock, but he's merciful. He kisses me and lies me on the bed. He presses his masterful cock into my dripping pussy and I cum. Immediately. The fullness in my ass plus his touch are too much for this frustrated sub. I'm terrified he'll pull out and punish me again, but he doesn't. He seems pleased and kisses me while he plunges inside of me fully. He fucks me without restraint, without gentleness and I cum until I'm totally exhausted. Only then do I feel him tense and find his own release. He slowly comes out of me and I look at him, begging with my eyes. He says Yes and I scurry down and lick him clean. He touches my hair, plays with it gently. My pussy is finally sore and my ass is still full.

Now I understand why he has trained me.

Card Shark

My body is on fire for you and today, tonight, tomorrow, you will keep me hot, one way or another. ten activities you have listed on cards and had me approve then placed in a basked. When you tell me, I must choose a card and you tell me and I must then comply with the activity listed. Since you had me approve each card first, I have no right to complain or refuse. My time for that is over. I know what is coming and I am on fire with desire and need.

1.  Wax play on my breasts
2.  belt spanking
3.  wax play on my body
4.  clipped nipples
5.  butt plug inserted and kept until you release it
6.  OTK
7.  Waxy play on my pussy
8.  anal fucked
9.  whipped
10.  ginger play

I have accepted the rules of the weekend. No clothing at any time unless you specifically tell me. Silence unless I am answering your question. You will use me when and how you choose. I will accept you or your designee in all of my holes without complaint. I will draw a card whenever commanded to do so, hand it to you and accept the action with graciousness and gratitude. I will not remove any toy you have placed in or on me without your express permission. Crying is acceptable behavior, but avoiding an activity is not. If this happens, You have every right to punish me as you see fit.

I did not expect you to dress me up and take me out to dinner. But you did. We went to the back room, closed in by heavy curtains, of your favorite Club. You have part interest in this Club and I know we will not be disturbed except by the wait staff who are all trained to serve silently and without comment. Here, you have me pull the first card.

Card 1.  #1 Wax Play on my breasts. So be it.

Chain me up

Chain me up and keep the key
Give me the freedom to simply BE
I give you my power in a total exchange
Yes or No are my only decision range.

Give me strength of steel
Wrap me in metal from head to heel
I trust you alone to keep me safe
Your bonds alone will never chafe

Cold and hard give me relief
from my life's confusion and consuming grief
I love you, dear Sir, I give you my power
Do as you will, I am no delicate flower.

Wild Irish Rose

Rose stood before Him, waiting. Not only was today Inspection Day, but it is also St. Patrick's Day - His favorite holiday. He called her his Wild Irish Rose for good reason. She was indeed both Irish and Wild. Only a strong man could tame her, hence the need for a weekly inspection. Her muff must be trimmed neatly, but enough hair must be left to show her true genetics. Her body must be free of bruising unless previously reported - Rose was both clumsy and a bit on the wanton side. She must be wet. Always wet for Him. Her nipples perky and hard. Her anus empty and clean. Inspection day came only once a month and never on the same date. It was always a surprise to her. If she failed in any of her requirements, she would pay a penalty. Then again, she often enjoyed the penalty, so she would sometimes leave her pubic hair a bit frazzled, "forget" to do a cleanse. There wasn't much chance of her pussy not juicing since the very thought of Him made her puddle, nor was it likely that her nipples would not be perky for the very same reason. Just the thought of His mouth on them turned the pretty pink points into hardened pebbles. 

Today, it was the muff. She'd not trimmed it in several days and the edges were definitely frayed. 

"You've not been caring for my puss, Rose," He said.

"I've been busy, Sir, and with it being so cold, I didn't think you'd mind," she answered smartly.

"Think again. You know the rules," 

Rose hung her head and nodded. He sat on the edge of His chair and patted his lap. Silently, Rose assumed her position.

"I've got a surprise for you, Rose. In honor of the Feast Day, I've purchased a new paddle. Let's see how well you like it. Seventeen is the magic number for today."

He showed Rose the pretty new paddle - embossed leather - and she knew she would regret her rash decision of not shaving. He was not light with leather and since this was a punishment, she would be given no warm up. Time and again the paddle descended on her raised bottom. Only once did she put her hands over herself to block the blows. He graciously allowed her a moment to recover, then held her hands locked at the small of her back to ensure no repeat of her indiscretion. By the time He finished, Rose was sobbing, her bottom as red as her untrimmed hair. She begged forgiveness. He held her, kissed her head and granted her wish. Wanting to please Him, Rose slid to the floor and looked up at him, her eyes begging.

"Yes, Rose, you may," He said.

Quickly, she unzipped his trousers and got to work. She heard him moan with pleasure and smiled around his cock. She sucked his shaft while massaging his jewels, eager to please Him. Even after he feed her the Milk of Forgiveness, she remained at his feet, her cheek resting on his knee, His hand on her head.

"I do so love you, my Wild Irish Rose."

Greedy for fellatio

I began with a rose, kissing each petal, following each fold with my tongue. This is how you trained me. To cradle the delicate flower in my hands while caressing it, running my finger delicately up and down the stem while using my tongue to trace the nuances of the flower's skin. Then, when I pleased you. No petals disturbed, but all wet with my spit, you moved me to fruit. 

To taste, suckle, drink of the deliciousness of the juice. To suck the fruit dry but to never, ever bite. 

Then, you finally allowed me to touch you. Your cock, your balls. Not kiss yet, just touch, gently, a whisper of what was to come. I smelled your manliness and wanted more. I could not stop myself. That was my mistake. I opened my mouth and liked you before you gave me permission. Now, I am here. Trapped. At your mercy. Now, I have no choice but to give what I so greedily stole. Your cock fills my mouth, my throat. You fuck my mouth despite the terrible ache in my jaw. You pull my hair, tell me how disappointed you are in my greed and warn me that if I ever take such liberties again, not only will I serve time here, in your pillory, but you will have my ass beaten while you take my mouth. I gasp, knowing your threat is not idle and want to beg for forgiveness, but your cock fills my mouth. Suddenly, you yank my hair and I gurgle in pain. Hot seed spills down my throat and I swallow, hoping to appease my sin. Slowly, you slip out of my mouth and I gratefully move my jaw to relieve some of the ache. 

For a moment, I thought you might release me, but no. I am rash. You kneel in front of me so that I can look directly into your eyes. You smile and kiss away my tears and tell me that my first ordeal is over. I am to remain here, in this position, humiliated and vulnerable while he manipulates me, forces me to orgasm again and again until he has gained strength. I will remain bound in place, completely at his mercy. Then, again, he will teach me what happens to Pets who are greedy.