Boot Camp follow up

My four days of Hotel Boot Camp was over a week ago and I'm still feeling the effect - mentally and, I suppose, spiritually. Let me revisit the highlights of the trip and how I feel about the experience now.

1.  Unconditional Obedience. I didn't think this would go well for me and I was right. My first acting out was when it was time for dinner. Milord called for room service and I felt the need to cover myself or hide in the bathroom. At that time, I was tied to the bed, face up, clothespins on my nipples, a vibrator in my recently fucked pussy. I begged him to at least take out the vibrator and cove me with a sheet. He ignored me and opened the door for the room service guy. Before the guy wheeled in the cart, I heard milord explain that he was training me, with my consent, to be an obedient woman. The young man was welcome, if he was comfortable doing so, to help with the training by not averting his eyes and freely commenting on my assets. I was mortified! The guy was young - mid twenties - and quite handsome. He openly stared at me and then WHISTLED!!! He asked if I truly had consented to this and, after glancing at Milord for permission to speak, I assured him I had. The man then set up our dinner and noted to Milord how he had always wanted to do the same with his girlfriend. He admired how my nipples were hard rocks above the pins, how pretty my red cheeks were and asked how many times I had cum due to the position I was in and the vibrator. I gritted my teeth as the two of them discussed me for the next ten minutes. The man then told Milord that the hotel had a policy of assigning one server to a client if so requested. He'd happily be our personal server. The two shook hands and the man left. Milord unclipped my nipples and I screamed a bit as the blood rushed back into them. I hadn't thought I could cum again, but I was wrong. I exploded, expelling the vibrator from my pussy. This made Milord laugh, so i thought he was pleased, but no. He reminded me of my disobedient mouth and told me that if that happened again, he'd punish me in front of the server rather than in private. He spanked my pussy and thighs. Hard. I cried and cried from the pain and from my failure. He then untied me, cuddled me, told me I had taken my punishment like a good girl and so for the duration of dinner I had full permission to speak.

NOW.  Yes, the pussy spanking hurt like hell, but what hurt more was the fact that I had made it barely three hours before I had disobeyed. In the past Milord would have let me get by with it, or worse, done as I demanded and covered me. Now, we've both learned that rules are rules and when they are enforced we both feel better afterwards. I look at him with even more respect now and certainly think twice before breaking any of our agreed upon rules.

2.  All Holes belong to Him.  I've always enjoyed the occasional anal experience, but I've been picky about it. I had to know a day in advance. I ate lightly, made sure my rectum was clean, placed towels within easy reach, and was horrified at the idea that my poop (eeewww!!) would be touched, seen or smelled! At the HBC (Hotel boot camp) I was not allowed to be picky. In the four days we were there, he came in my anus six times! He filled it with the metal egg, a large butt plug and even made me sleep with a small plug inserted. I had no privacy! I was not allowed to close the bathroom door. I was humiliated by this, but I had no choice. I disobeyed once and shut the door when I felt the need for a bowel movement. When I had finished, I was promptly punished. He pulled me over his lap and applied his belt across my bottom for ten minutes straight! By the time he finished, my bottom was beet red, my face was just as red, my cheeks covered in wet, salty tears and my pussy dripping with wetness.

NOW.  I understand that if he wants access to any part of my body he understand and - doesn't mind - the possibility of the unpleasant (in my mind) goo, odor or clean up. While I still appreciate a bit of warning, I eat more fiber (avoiding constipation), drink more water and guess what - not only do I now have regular bowel movements, but I feel physically better and healthier. Now when he takes my ass or plugs it, I'm pleased - inordinately so - that I can comply.

Overall, I'm a better, happier, healthier person and a more satisfied, skilled and content submissive.

Dominant desires

You need my attention, then you will have it until you beg for mercy.  You want to know I think of you, then you will think of me - every time you shift in your chair. You need to know I want you, then remember all of the planning I do to keep you in line, disciplined, satisfied.

 Know that I will take you when and where I choose to. I will fill each and every opening of your body with whatever I want, whenever I want and you will accept it. Know I will mark your body so that you will remember that I think of you often. Know that the soreness you will feel for hours, days is because I want you to feel it. I will spank you, plug you, pierce you, fuck you according to my will and you will attend me or suffer the consequences. I do not discipline you simply because of a misdeed. I do this because I want to. I want you to squirm, to push yourself, to give yourself to me. I enjoy watching your ass turn red, you nipples swell with pleasure and pain, your eyes widen when I insert a plug into your anus, you blush with embarrassment when I tweak your nipples in public, you wiggle in your hard wooden chair as you attempt to sit with a metal egg in your bottom and bruises on your cheeks. I enjoy hearing you cry from shock, pain, pleasure, joy. I enjoy hearing you beg me to stop, but refrain from using the one word which you know will cause me to stop. I enjoy pushing my cock inside of your tight, wet pussy and feel it clench around me. I enjoy fucking your mouth and seeing tears in your eyes as you struggle not to gag. I enjoy fucking your ass, filling your bowels with my cum. I enjoy spraying my load on your face, your breasts, your ass and watching it slowly dry on your delicate skin, marking you for mine.

You are mine. Never forget that. I will use you as I choose.

Monday Maintenance

Most people hate Monday mornings - not me. Why? Because every Monday morning, I am reminded that I am loved, cherished and appreciated. I am reminded that I am the one who makes my Sir happy. I am reminded that I complete him. I am reminded that I have given him my trust and the right to use me for his pleasure. I will be filled for the day, by his will. My every movement will remind me of his pleasure. I will be tender each time I sit, reminded that I have given him control over me. I do so very much look forward to Monday mornings.

Sharing My Submissive - cross posted on http://bdsmstorytime.blogspot.com/

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Brattiness receives no mercy

I HATE de-Christmasing the house! With a passion I hate it. I whine, complain and procrastinate. This year, Mark decided he'd had enough of my brattiness. Little did I know, but while we were working, he kept track of how many times I bitched. Now, it's time to pay up. Apparently, my mouth got feisty fifteen times. Yeah, that's a lot. No wonder he got tired of hearing my complain.

So fifteen is the magic number. Fifteen twigs he tied together while I watched, kneeling, naked and trembling. Fifteen times he switched my bare bottom, each blow stinging more that the previous. By number eight I was sobbing, begging for forgiveness, promising never to whine again. He said nothing, simply continued mercilessly. Then, he fucked me, not in my hot, wet pussy, but in my ass. He plunged in deeply, filling me completely. He came deep within my bowels. I cried out again, this time not with pain, but pleasure, squeezing the last drops from him. I love when he uses me, reminds me that I am his, blesses me with his essence. 

Have I learned my lesson - of course. Will I repeat my behaviour? Well now - that is always a possibility. 

Leased and tied.

G has been lovely. It is hard to think that after tomorrow she will go back to her husband. Still, that's as it should be.

I love how well she responds to being tied, restrained. She simpered and glowed and kissed me when I told her that she would remained leashed to my bed. Today, though, I have another plan. I want her with me but I also want to give her the security of being leashed. 

Her husband has trained her ass well. She loves her ass plugged, used, fucked, so I decided to combine her two desires.

When I showed her the plug and leash she licked her lips. My cock immediately sprang to attention. I warned her that because of the o-ring she wouldn't be able to sit. She'd have to kneel, stand or lie. Eagerly she nodded her head. I told her to hop up on the bed. I lubbed her up and noticed how beautifully her honey began to flow. I inserted the plug slowly. She gasped then spun around and asked if she could thank me.

She unzipped my trouser and sprung my cock. She licked the tip and I buried my hands in her hair. She continued to worship me, licking, kissing, sucking. I was about to explode. I pulled her head away from me and felt a moment's guilt at the pouty look on her face. Still, I had other plans. I pushed back onto the bed and  quickly stepped out of my clothes. I knelt between her legs, rested her ankles on my shoulders and positioned the tip just inside of her dripping pussy.

What are you? 

I am your slut.

Do you like this?

Oh my god, yes.

That's all I needed to hear. I plunged in. Deep. Hard. Fast. She clenched around me and began to tremble. I was so glad I'd given her permission to cum at will. She exploded around my shaft, drenching me with her honeyed cream. I pinched her nipples and she convulsed again, this time, I joined her, shooting my load deep inside her tunnel.

After we had both rested, I gave her a gift. I told her we were going to have a guest for dinner and I wanted her dressed appropriately. She looked confused but I just smiled, knowing she'd love the guest. When she opened the box, she squealed with delight.

I helped lace her into the corset and had her step into the soft white skirt. I then wound the metal leash around her thighs, reminding her of it's presence but sufficiently hiding it from view.She looked beautiful. As she always did. 

Tonight, she would serve both me and her Lord. We would ensure that her time with me ended on a very merry note.

Well Used Gift.

My Lord and Master has given me to Sir as a Christmas Gift. I couldn't be more pleased. This is my second day with Sir. Last night, after worshiping his cock, he untied my ankles and let me curl up next to him. He played with the bells clipped to my nipples while he relaxed and watched a bit of television. Each flick caused my nipples to burn and the bells to chime and my pussy to tighten. Finally, he ordered me to his bed. He tied me, my legs spread, my hands above my head, to his bed. His mouth devoured my tender buds until I screamed and begged. He laughed at my distress then, with a nipple caught between his teeth, he gave permission. I exploded with pleasure. He sucked off one clip and I screamed again. He gave me permission to cum at will as his gift to me. Then, he sucked off the other clip. He reached down, fingered me pussy, dipping deeply into my honey.

Ready for me, Slut?

Yes, Sir!

First, give me a number.

Panting, I answered. 8.

Eight it is. He opened a drawer and pulled out a soft flogger. I almost fainted with desire.

I heard the swish then felt the sting. Eight times he flogged my pussy, each stroke harder than the last until, by number 7, tears ran down my cheeks.

That's it. Cry for me. I want your pussy and your face wet.

I screamed. Stroke 8 felt like fire across my wet, delicate, swollen flesh. He gave me no time to catch my breath before he entered me, driving his hard cock deep within my womb. I clenched around him and came again, bright colors exploding from my eyes. Harshly, he fucked me. No mercy. He took what he wanted and within moments emptied himself - not in me as I so wanted, but on me, his sweetness burning my tummy, by breasts.

Slowly, he untied my hands and ankles. He kissed me gently and re-tied one ankle to the bed, leaving a good five feet of play in the rope.

Now, G, I'm tired. I'm going to give you your nightly spanking and then we are both going to sleep. I will spank you until you cry every night because I know you need it. But rest well, because for the next 7 days, you will be naked, leashed, tied to my bed, spanked, tweezed, shaved, fucked in every hole, flogged, fisted, figged. Your ass will be plugged at all times unless you need to relieve yourself. I will be your world and I will do anything else I desire. You will speak only when I ask a question. You are mine. Understood?

Oh yes Sir.

He flipped me over onto my stomach. He lifted my hips and placed several pillows beneath me. His hand came down on my bottom. Hard. fast. Punishing. I gasped at the pain, at the pleasure. I squirmed and he held me own with one hand on the small of my back. I bi my lip and held onto the sheets. I did not cry easily during a spanking, but he was right. Unless I cried, I felt unfulfilled. Crying was my sign of total submission, giving, release. Again and again he spanked me. Soon, he began to pant. Pain clouded my vision, but I began to feel a tight coil inside of me release, ease. I floated and gave myself over to him. Warmth covered me more securely than any blanket.

Then, he was holding me. Crooning to me, kissing my tear stained faced.

That's it my precious G. Cry it out. Relax, honey. I'll hold you until you until you sleep.

This is going to be a very, very good week.