Exhibited in Vegas

I don't like this. I don't. But He does, and so it will happen. We are in Vegas for a long weekend and he has decreed that I am to be nude at all times while in our room. When we go out, He will approve anything I wear. This, I'm good with. I'm a private person and I love, respect and obey Him. We arrived at our hotel and on the elevator ride up He told me that the very moment we walked into our room I was to remove all of my clothing except my shoes. I agreed, naturally, but then remembered the bell hop would be bringing up the luggage so I asked permission to hide in the bathroom. He said that would be fine, but I'd pay a price later. Fine. I did as told and when the bell hop left, I came out. He had me stand by the window and took me from behind. The sun was out, the sheer curtain closed, so I had no concerns here. God I love when he takes me this way. He pumps into me with such force and I feel so very naughty. He spilled his seed inside of me and I came all over his cock. Buy this time, the sun was setting. Now, Now was pay back time. First, he attached little clips connected by a metal chain to my nipples. I whimpered and pulled away when the clips bit into my tender skin. This earned me a sharp five slaps to my pussy, which was still swollen from his use of me.  Then he opened the curtains and turned on all of the lights in the room. He lifted my hands, pressed them against the glass, pressed my shoulder as well so that my clipped nipples squished against the cold glass. I realized that the people on the street below couldn't possibly see me, but anyone in the nearby hotels certainly could. I begged him to let me step away, but He reminded me that I agreed to pay for hiding from the bell hop. And so, I stood, by nipples growing more tender by the moment, my cheeks growing more red. And shockingly, my pussy wet again. No, I do not like exhibition, but oh I so love obedience.

Broken Rule + Attitude = Ouch

So the other day I posted our Spring rules. Two days ago I broke one, so yesterday was a punishment day. Why not on the day I broke the rule? Because THAT was my maintenance day. What did I do? I argue with Him that  it was a bad choice for MD. I pointed out that we had just had an MD four days before and not only was I not prepared for such a day since I had made an appointment for a massage, but that I didn't NEED another MD so soon. I also ignored his warning and continued to argue until he'd had enough and told me that not only would I cancel my massage and graciously accept his choice for MD as is posted in our Rules, but that I would have an entire day of punishment the next day, which was yesterday. Okay. That finally made me shut up. At another point in time, I will describe a typical MD for us, but now I am to describe yesterday, my Day of Punishment (DOP).

First, I am denied any clothing for any reason. Not even shoes. This is to remind me of my choice to submit to Him and that I have given Him control of my body. I hate this and He knows it. Forced nudity always makes me feel humiliated and humbled, which is the point I suppose. Also, I am not allowed to shower or bathe without permission which won't be until late evening so anything he puts on me stays on me. He begins by having me kneel on the hardwood floor and accept his cock into my mouth. I love this act of submission. It's probably my favorite. Savoring his flavor, hearing him moan, cradling his balls and giving him pleasure until he pours his seed down my throat. What's not to love! Today, though, he pulls out and sprays his seed on my face and breasts. The hot liquid sears my skin and I blush knowing that I will not be allowed to clean my skin until tonight. I hope that he will wipe some off of me, but this is not to be. I need to learn, he tells me, quietly, to accept his will. I want desperately to wipe the quickly cooling stickiness off of my face. I want desperately to lick the remaining drop from his cock, but I don't want more than what he has already planned for me, so I agree with him.

He helps me to my feet only to pull me over his lap for my first OTK of the day. He talks while he spanks me. He tells me that I agreed to the rules. That he will not tolerate deviation from them. If I don't like the rules, I can change them in June. He's right and I know it, which hurts more than his hand, which is considerable! This goes on for a good fifteen minutes. He spanks me with a slow, steady, firm hand and by the time he is finished, my tears have washed away most of his dried semen from my face. He turns me over, holds me, kisses me and tells me how proud he is of the way I accepted my first spanking. Later, when I've calmed down, I go about my daily chores - nude. Thank goodness he closed the draperies! After I have prepared and served lunch and he has tidied the kitchen, he takes me to the basement. He cuffs my wrists and attached them to the hook in the low ceiling. I can stand easily on flat feet but the concrete is cold and I shift from foot to foot. He tells me to stand still and I do. Then, he applies tweezer clips to my nipples. I suck in my breath because he makes the really tight! He kisses me again and tells me that it's okay. I can scream. He has soundproofed the basement for just this reason. Then, he picks up his flogger. He tells me that he will flog my front and back ten times each - once for each rule. He will tell me one rule after each strike and I will repeat it. If I can do this, he will release my nipples upon completion. If I make a mistake, he will add a weight to the chain between the tweezers. He flogs my belly first and I squeal. I do just fine for the first nine, then I mess up and don't repeat the rule exactly. He puts a 2 ounce weight on the chain and I drop my head, crying. I'm careful not to mess up again. Now, my belly and back are on fire. He sucks on one nipple and releases it from the tight clip. I scream. The second is even worse. He releases my arms, holds me and again praises how well I've accepted my punishment.

Then, he tells me to bend over the sawhorse, which I do. My feet are cold and my skin tender, but I'm humbled to the point of almost total submission. He lubes up my bottom and fucks me. Hard. This is part of my punishment, not my pleasure. He holds my shoulders down and says nothing. I feel my own juices gliding down my thighs and I want so much to cum, but he won't allow this. I beg him to cum instead and he does. He pulls out and releases on my bottom and I cry out in disappointment. I wanted him to cum inside of me! He knows this but won't allow it. This is a DOP. He makes me stay in place but walks in front of me. He guides my head up until it's even with his cock. He orders me to clean him. I don't like ATM, which is why he is doing this. I understand and accept. I open my mouth accept him. I suck and slurp and clean him completely. He praises me, helps me to stand again and tells me I've earned a nap before dinner.

A few hours later I serve him dinner. Before he cleans up, though, he bends me over a kitchen stool. He opens the freezer. I can't see anything, but he tells me while I slept he worked. He prepared a large fig of ginger and froze it. That way, it will defrost slowly in my anus. I am to stay bend over the stool, figged, while he does the dishes. I am not to move. I may vocalize a bit, but no wiggling. I am not to allow the fig to escape my anus even if it means clenching. Yes, this will increase the burn, but it is his wish that I do this and He expects me to obey. I tell him I understand, and I do. Holy God that burned! Naturally, he took his time with the dishes while I concentrated on standing still and keeping the ginger in my ass. Sure enough it began to slip and I had to clench. I started to cry, which he ignored. Finally, I felt him remove the fig and I babbled my thanks. He laughed and told me he wasn't through. He took me downstairs again and tied me, spread eagle to the bed. Then, he placed a small dab of wasabi directly on my clit. I screamed in agony. The fire intense and my pussy dripping. Please, please, I begged. I'll be good. I promise. I've learned. But please, please fuck my pussy.

He does. But not with his cock. He straddles over me, his balls on my open mouth and fucks me with a dildo. I suckle his balls, grateful he's given them to me while he makes me cum over and over again with the dildo.  When I'm nothing but a mass of boneless jelly, he stops, but he's not finished. He places himself between my stretched legs and enters me. Not my pussy. Oh no. He takes my ass again. I cry from the torment but cum yet again from the pleasure. He uses me without mercy, ignores my pleas and takes his pleasure. I beg him to cum inside of me. Please, give me that small comfort. I think he might because he slows his movements for a moment, bends to kiss me and whispers, "No."

He pulls out and cums across my belly. After a time, he releases my bonds and holds me. Again, he tells me I've taken all of my punishments well. I have only one more left. I am to go upstairs, shower and present myself to him in our bedroom. He will spank me again, OTK. If I accept this with the grace he expects, he will then tuck me into bed, my punishment complete. Tomorrow morning, He will make love to me and cum inside of my pussy. If I argue or complain, I will have another DOP tomorrow.

This morning, we made love and it was glorious.

No more Flaunting

So you think you can just flaunt you body? Show your body to anyone who happens to walk by? Have I not told you that you will dress modestly? Did you truly think that I wouldn't find out about that ridiculously low cut white dress you wore today? You know you will be punished. That dress was to be worn only when I accompanied you and only with my permission. You agreed to that directive. But no, you disobeyed. You just had to flaunt your beautiful breasts didn't you? those delectable curves, that smooth skin, the pert, hard nipples. You know you will be punished. My guess is, that was your intent all along. To push me. To test me. To see if I would truly follow through. The answer - yes, my love, I will follow through and you will be punished. You will cry and you will repent and you will admit not only your wrongdoing, but why you chose to directly disobey an order which you had agreed to. Yes, it will hurt and you will feel the aftermath of your punishment for several hours, possibly even days, but that's good. You will learn not to push me, not to test me, and not to disobey. I want you to know, I am not angry with you, but I am disappointed. Now, be a good woman and take your punishment. Breathe in. First, I will prepare you nipples with my teeth. I'm going to nip and tug and make sure they are tender and hard. I know you don't like when I do this, that you prefer gentle suckling, sweet kisses, but gentleness and sweetness will not teach you your lesson, will it? That's right, go ahead and cry. You can use your safe word if you need to and we will take a break, but you will accept this won't you? Now, now that your nipples are ripe, now I will clip them. You will stand, your arms up, tied in place until I release you. Your tears will run down you cheeks and you will understand that you are mine and that I set rules for your protection. Because I love you. I will keep watch and make sure you are safe, but your tears will not move me to mercy. 

You will do as I say because you know this is for your own good. And when I release you, when you feel the soreness of you nipples later today, tomorrow, you will know they are mine.

Ihave sinned - 4

Sunday afternoon. He's given me a choice. I am naked, naturally, and restrained. I am in the basement in our special room - carpeted thickly with heavy curtains hanging along all the walls acting not only as a cover for all the hooks and brackets, but also as an effective sound barrier. The room boasts a large, comfortable four posted bed, two wing backed chairs, one sturdy wooden desk and straight backed chair, a cabinet holding various implements, and another cabinet holding a decanter of good scotch and a few glasses.

I will remain here for the rest of the afternoon at least.  My hands are tied in front of me. He smiles as he offers me the choice - magnetic nipple clips, a pretty new enormous plug, a hand of ginger.  The clips will be horribly painful after about 10 minutes. The plug will hurt going in and I will likely have to wear it for hours, the ginger will burn like hell for about 20 minutes. I point to the ginger.

He kissed me and led me to a post of the bed. He untied my wrists long enough to retie them around the post. He kissed me gently and said, "I thought you might choose that. Did you, by any chance notice that there were five large fingers on that hand?"

I dropped my head. He began to peel and shape the first finger. "I didn't think so. Now, just because I want to, and because of your lack of observance, not only will each finger be put in you for twenty minutes," he inserted the freshly peeled ginger into my anus, "but for you will also wear the clips - twenty minutes on,twenty minutes off."

He placed the clips on my nipples. I cringe with pain and my pussy drips with anticipation. I cry just a bit.

"And then, my dear, when the time is up, I'm going to insert your new pretty, jeweled plug. After that, I'll release you, spank your beautiful ass, and fuck your wet pussy." I moaned. "By then, you'll be ready to come at a simple touch, won't you?"

"Yes, I will, Sir," I answered truthfully. Hell, I wanted to beg him to take me now - with the burn of the ginger making me dance and the pressure on my nipples shooting fingers of need straight to my clit.

He laughed, swatted my ass, and said, "Good. But if you cum without permission, my love, I'll pull out and spank you again." I gasped in despair. "Now, I'll just set the timer and leave you in peace for a while. Twenty minutes from now, I'll release those pretty little nipples and refresh your figged bottom. Be a good girl."

Just over 100 minutes later - sweat pouring off my body, my breath coming in pants, he released me. He sucked my sore nipples, shooting waves of pleasure through my body. He took out the ginger and quickly replaced it with the metal plug. I began to quiver, unable to stop myself. I'm not sure what's wetter - my face or my thighs.

"None of that," he scolded sternly. Then, he sat on the bed and flipped me over his lap. Over and over his hand came down on my bottom. I tried to rub my clit against his leg, but he wouldn't allow me. I cried, I screamed. Yes, the pain was there, but more was the need to cum. He flipped me over onto the end of the bed. He stood naked and beautiful before me. Then, he grabbed my ankles, pulled the up to his shoulder and rammed his glorious cock inside my pussy. I clenched around him,clawing at the covers, desperate not to cum. He fucked me hard,without gentleness, without mercy. He hands kneaded my breasts. I began to see red and knew my pleasure was about to take over.

"Please, please let me cum," I begged.

"Now!" he ordered.

I felt his hot serum shoot inside of me and purple stars exploded before my eyes and shook, I trembled. Someone screamed his name, and I realized it was me.

Later, he lay with me and held me gently, kissed me and told me how much he loved me, how beautiful I was. I warmed under his words, knowing they were not merely words, but truth.

"When will you take the plug out?" I quietly asked.

"Tomorrow. Then, I'm going to fuck your ass."

Sensuous Metal

Yes, it is cold, but tends to quickly absorb heat from any nearby source. In this case, her skin. I have planned for this day, this evening. My flower awaits Me, kneeling. She has no idea of the plan for this day, but will do as I say, trusting that I will never harm her nor will I break her hard limits, few though they be. First, I attach the metal clips to her nipples. I have her hold the chain in her mouth partially to keep the tension on the little buds and partially for the sheer beauty of seeing the silver metal pressed against her red lips. She knows to keep her eyes closed. I prefer this to a blindfold since she must use her own discipline to obey. I keep an eye on her while I attach one end of the long delicate chain to the ceiling hook. I have designed my entire third floor as a our private sanctuary. I delight in the expressions which flit across her face as she hears my movements but is unsure of what she hears.

I remove the chain from her mouth and kiss her. She leans into me and begins to put her arms around my neck but stops herself. I have trained her well. I stand and opens her mouth. I tell her to open her eyes and she does, gazing directly into mine. I guide my cock into her mouth and she sighs. Her eyes darken with passion. With each movement, the chain between her nipples swings. I know she feels the terrible pinch but will not complain. She sucks me deeper into her throat, her eye lids flutter as she struggles to keep her gaze locked on my face. I pull away from her, not wanting to cum yet. I help her to stand and then lead her by her chain.

Once I have her in position, I wrap the long chain about her waist. She shivers with cold, the attach the other end to the ceiling hook. Quickly, I release her breasts. She gasps as the blood rushes back into her nipples and hugs herself. I stand back a moment and smile as she comforts herself. Then, I kneel before her. She tastes divine. I will dine on her sweet honey for a long, long time. She is, after all, my captive.