Horny on Sunday

Leads to Masturbation on Monday. This post is the narrative behind yesterday’s Sinful Sunday post.

We had spent time painting, finishing off the walls in the hall and stairs that we had started before Christmas. Some areas were places that we had missed and others were scuff marks from things being moved in an out when my son stored his belongings in the house between flat moves.

Over lunch we discussed perhaps leaving the paintwork and getting someone in to finish the job for us. I want to get moving on the house sale, but don’t really want to put in the time and effort any more. We want to relax and enjoy ourselves at the weekends and also have some fun and a life.

Sitting on the sofa after lunch Master suddenly appeared in front of me, unzipped his trousers and revealed a hard cock. Of course I put down the laptop and leaned forward to take him into my mouth. He pushed the full length of his shaft into my mouth and I felt the tip brush the back of my throat. He instructed to just hold it in my mouth. As I did so, I closed my eyes and concentrated on the large phalanx filling me and felt my cunt begin to throb a little in response. Pulling away he instructed me to strip my clothes off and bend over. I took off trousers, panties and socks and bent over the sofa and he used his fingers to ready my vulva for his entry. I was surprisingly dry.

His fingers felt rough on my pink and dry cunt and he lubricated them by licking them. I exclaimed that I hate the way in which the menopause is having this kind of effect on my body and he acknowledged that the taste of me has become more intense. Not to be put off though he persevered with stroking me, caressing  my clitoris and pushing his finger and then two inside. Part of me wanted to pull away at that moment, sometimes I have to resist the urge to give in to the idea that my libido is reducing and that I can take or leave him. I am his slave and saying no doesn’t come easy, however he is a very understanding Master. But no, I wanted this, he wanted it and inside my body was telling me that it wanted this too.

Suddenly he was able to push inside through the tightness and I felt the juices suddenly flow. Not quite flood gates, but sufficient for the lubrication that was necessary. He felt for my tits and squeezed my nipples, and at the same time withdrew his cock and pushed back inside.

He withdrew and instructed me to mount him. I stripped off my remaining clothes and sat astride of him as he lay on the floor. His cock slid into my easily now, as I no longer tight and dry provided the necessary natural lubricant.

I felt an orgasm begin to rise from deep inside and he moved his fingers to the now engorged clit telling me that I could come in 10. He began to count down and I had to concentrate on the numbers so as not to release too soon.

Finally on the word CUM, I did so, the relief immense and the fluids gushing from me in the usual way. Not yet too old to enjoy sex on a Sunday afternoon and still feeling horny I settled down for a pleasant Sunday evening with my man.

 

Masturbation Monday: bound and watching

It’s been a while since I participated in Masturbation Monday, but since this is a very special week for this wonderful meme, I felt I should write something.

Naked but for her stockings, she is bound by her wrists and ankles to the table.
Her head rests slightly over its edge.
She can see Him. Fully clothed but for his hands, forearms and that long cock.

As He strokes himself, just out of her reach she feels the familiar throbbing in her groins.
She writhes, clenching her buttocks, pulling her pelvic floor muscles in. Intensifying the feelings of arousal.
She looks longingly at the cock she worships.

He grins at her and asks “what do you want girl?’
“your cock Master” she responds. If only her hands were free to reach for him. But if they were free, then she wouldn’t be experiencing the excitement of being restrained.
He looks at her pussy, gleaming with juices.
“Do you want to cum girl?”

She very much wants to cum, but wants to feel His hands on her body. Wants that cock in her mouth.
“I do Master, but I want your cock more”
“Greedy girl” he laughs. But moves closer so she can take the cock in her hungry mouth. Gradually He pushes further into her mouth.

She begins to suck and Master groans with pleasure
The intensity of arousal in her own body increases
“Stop sucking and hold it” He instructs. She does as she is told, but finds this only increases the intensity of her desire. He pushes and she feels the tip brushing the back of her throat.

She feels his fingers exploring her labia, feels him gently pinch her clitoris, stroke around the piercing.  She concentrates on holding back, all the time her mouth filled to capacity, gagged by the thing she wants and needs to suck.

“You may cum girl” He says and almost simultaneously her body seems to explode with the orgasm. Her wrists and ankles straining against their restraints.
He allows her to continue to suck. He helps things along by stroking His own shaft too. At last He shoots His load into her hot mouth.

She has her second prize of the day.

Keeping tally

Being written on is a feature of this relationship and is something this slave have come to really enjoy. There is something both erotic and humiliating about having words such as slut, whore, property, Master’s or indeed MPB written on your body. Master frequently gets his sharpie pen out and writes on his girl’s flesh. Usually he writes on the breast or lower abdomen and he seems to get quite a thrill out of it as does this girl. Often it takes some days for the ink to rub / be washed off and there is a certain thrill to standing in front of the mirror after a few days and catching sight of his words. Something quite new is the orgasm tally for the weekend / night / day.

Master loves giving orgasms to his slave. He tries to deny her for periods of time, but since he enjoys the look on her, the way her back arches and body shudders he is more in favour of multiple orgasms than none at all.

But all orgasms are controlled and they are counted and every time the slave is given permission to cum she thanks him and tell him who it belongs to.

This weekend’s tally is 11 – 6 (shown in the picture) yesterday and 5 this morning. Master keeps count as this girl finds it difficult to do so, given that the orgasms might come (or cum) close together and will have caused some degree of sexual fogginess of the brain. Number 1 was definitely after he had used his tongue on this girls clitoris, and was also tweaking a nipple. Another was when Master instructed the slave to touch herself and bring herself off. Others were during penetration – His cock inside while Master rubbed her, or as his cock moves in and out of her.

Master loves to get this girl into such a state of arousal that she is almost in a permanent state of orgasm. Such a thing happened yesterday and again this morning. Indeed this morning this girl almost orgasmed by stroking Master’s cock with her hands, feeling the soft flesh, noting the contrast between that softness and the hardness of His erection. He began to feel one of her nipples and she exclaimed how wet she was, just through the act of touching him. His fingers moved to feel that wetness and he asked if should would like to cum. Of course she wanted to and within seconds another was added to the tally.

As something of a part 2, here is the photo this girl took 2 years ago yesterday when Master had first asked her to become His slave:

U is for………….

Used and upbeat (starting with upbeat)

There is something about the dynamic within which Master and I live that gives me such a feeling of happiness and fulfilment. Perhaps it is the quality and quantity of the sex that we enjoy, which according to this article is far above what we should expect at our age and the fact we have been together longer than two years. Perhaps it is the level of communication that we enjoy, the fact that we can and discuss anything and everything. Maybe it is because I was unhappy for so long and never appreciated the affect it had on my physical and emotional wellbeing. Maybe it is because Master seems so happy; yesterday I saw him just smile for no apparent reason, he admitted that he was just happy. I am generally a half full person, I want to see the best in people and in situations and hate too much misery and pessimism. With me, what you see is what you get and I expect the same from others. I know that life is not all hearts and flowers, heaven knows I have had my share of pain and misery. But right now I feel incredibly upbeat about life, my relationship and am grateful for this chance to be happy.

Being used for someone else’s pleasure is part and parcel of this slave life I have consented to. The fact that Master wants and needs to use my body gives me pleasure, so it’s all good. Of course, this means that I might be woken at 7am to service him just when I would rather turn over, curl up and go back to sleep. This is kind of what happened this morning (Sunday). But as soon as he began to stroke and pinch my nipples and placed my hand on his growing cock, I found that I felt more inclined to stay awake. Climbing on top of me, he began to grind his cock against my pussy lips, finding my clit first with his fingers and then with the shaft of his cock. I spread my legs and he pushed inside. I have a tight opening to my vagina, which seems to spring shut in about 5 minutes flat. Master loves this tightness, which I guess is less usual for a 50 something woman who had had a child. Pushing his cock into me, gives a momentary sensation of discomfort, but that is quickly replaced by the wonderful feeling of fullness. Master has a good sized cock and I love the way he moves it in and out. All the time he talks to me about the fact I am there to be used, that I am the cunt, the slut, the bitch and that he is the Lord, the Master. These words arouse me more, and he encourages me to tell him that I need to be used in this way, that I am this girl, the slave and he my Master. Next he commanded me to get on top of him and to move in a way that causes his cock to rub against my g-spot. Orgasms at this point were freely allowed, which is as well since I was losing the ability to sense between one and the next. All the time he was pinching my nipples, and speaking to me.

Finally on my back again, he thrust inside and shot his load. Telling me that the previous weekend he had struggled to remember my actual name because to him I am this girl. We turned onto our sides, he spooned into my back, and shortly afterwards he was asleep. I crept out to the bathroom and returning noticed it was just before 7.30am. Used, but happy I fell asleep.

C is for…………….

Clitoris and Communication  

Who would imagine that such a tiny part of the female body could be quite so important to our sexual arousal and orgasm. It is situated at the top of the lips of the vulva, it grows during our life and becomes more sensitive through stimulation. It took me a long while to really understand how my body worked, to recognise the importance of stimulating myself for pleasure, indeed how to do just that. I was a late starter when it came to self masturbation and certainly my former husband had little idea. I can’t remember when I first got a mirror out and actually studied myself, but it was after I had a computer and found the website clitical.com 

Not only did I explore how best to give myself a clitoral orgasm, but I also found my own g-spot.

This is quite shocking when I think about it, since I am a nurse and have catheterised many women so have had the opportunity to examine the body of a woman close up. It isn’t that I didn’t understand the physiology of a woman’s body, but more that at the time I had little understanding of its true function. I guess also that during my nursing career my mind has generally been focused on other things completely unrelated to sex. 

Master loves to play with my body and takes particular pleasure in touching my clitoris, playing with the piercing in the clitoral hood and generally stroking. Only this morning he brought me off while doing just that, at the same time as he nibbled my nipple. The only difference when he is touching me, is that I have to wait for him to tell me when I am allowed to cum, but as I have said before, I am now conditioned to his will. Later as I rode his cock, I found myself leaning forward so I could grind my clitoris on him. Of course, he commented on the sluttiness of my behaviour, but since I know he loves it when I do such a thing I just smiled and agreed. Anyway, I love to be slutty for him.

The most amazing thing for both of us, over the past couple of years has been my piercing. To begin with the stimulation of my clitoris from a piece of jewellery situated in the hood caused me to feel constantly aroused. Over time, this has subsided, but direct stimulation in that area including rubbing myself on Master while he is inside me is beyond amazing. He loves it, to touch and to feel. But also the knowledge that my body has been altered for his pleasure. The fact that these changes have occurred around my most erogenous zones also fills me with pleasure, the clitoral hood piercing especially.

Communication


The most important element for the success of any relationship has to be communication. I don’t think I understood this well enough in the past, but I do now. That Master and I can speak to each other about any topic and that openness is expected of me is especially important. That isn’t to say that we always communicate well. We are humans who are subject to the stresses and strains of life, plus we are not together all of the time. The feeling that I need to be with him more grows, and as soon as I sort out my house I plan to move in with him. This should make communication all the easier and misunderstandings caused by the need to communicate through Skype, text etc all the less. 

All I can say is that I can tell Master anything, and there is very little that I don’t tell him. Indeed there is nothing that either of us would consider important that I have held back on since I became his slave. He can tell when something is bothering me, as I can him. He knows when I need to say something, as do I. Plus this blog and our tumblr sites give us an opportunity to see each others kinky fantasies and to take the opportunity to discuss them.



Without control

He used the Hitachi on her that morning.

It had been a long time, but when He suggested they go into the play room, nothing would have stopped her. When He plugged that particular device in and turned it on, when He placed it between her legs, she felt her hips move involuntarily towards that vibrator. She knew she needed the release it would offer even before He told her it would .

Those early minutes during that session were pleasant, the vibrations flooded though her.

But then the torture began, not that she complained. The zipper, the nipple stretching, the flogger, the violent wand. Not to mention that her ankles were secured in the spreader bar.

It should be mentioned that it has been a while since any of that stuff happened and that she fought a little against those experiences.

He ripped the zipper away. That hurt, big time. He commented about the bruising to her labia, love him!

Then He put the vibrator back in place He opened her labia so that her clit, complete with piercing rested on the bulb. She found herself pressing against it. The vibrations pulsed through her, she knew it wouldn’t take much.

Being allowed to cum though direct stimulation like this would be a rare event, she knew that she should embrace the opportunity.

The orgasm built inside her.  That feeling both inside and outside of you that is both physical and psychological in the same moment. Her hips arched towards the sensations, she allowed them to build and as her body exploded she was sure to tell Him that the orgasm was His. She thanked Him as she is expected to do. She was reminded that not all orgasms feel the same, since most of hers lack physical stimulation but are intense. Just in a different way.

Even though her body was throbbing with each orgasm He didn’t stop. He kept the vibrator between her legs, touching her slick clit. She writhed on the bed, both loving and hating the sensations that machine brought to her. The body was in overload as her hips arched towards what was both pain and pleasure.

Then Master turned the thing off. He decided it was time that He took pleasure from the slave. He exclaimed that she was wet. What did He expect? This slave was as ever without control and at His mercy, but at the same time needing just what He offered. His Dominance over her. At last He pushed inside her. His cock found its way into Her and she was complete, at His mercy.

Orgasmic

Both were awake, but had no urge to get up yet, it was Sunday after all. She lay on her side behind Him and rested her hand on His leg. He moved it so it brushed his cock.

She ran her fingers gently down the shaft, feeling an immediate response, already it had grown in size. She cupped her fingers around the top and gently rubbed, moving her hand up and down. The cock grew some more and He sighed. She continued for a while, eyes closed, concentrating on what she was doing. The only thing in her mind being His cock. Next she ran her hand down the length of the shaft and located His balls. They had also grown in size and had hardened to her touch. 
He turned onto His back now and faced her. Squeezing one of her pierced nipples and then rolling it between his fingers. Next He moved a hand to her mound. She moved onto her back and opened her legs so that He could gain access. He stroked her clit and then moved His hand so it covered her bush. She felt the need to push against His hand and as she slowly humped Him, so He leaned in and sucked the nipple. Does girl want to cum? He asked. 
Yes please Master.
A few seconds passed, and He began to stroke her clit. She felt the orgasm rise up in her and He stopped stroking. Then He began the count down. Struggling to hold until he reached 0 she came with relief. This time though she was told to continue cumming until He told her to stop. A couple of years ago she would not have believed any of this was possible, but it is and it was happening right now.
“I am going to ask you some questions and I want you to start each sentence with the words This girl” He said. 
If anything these words just made her cum harder. She could feel her hard clit throbbing and could feel her juices gushing. She squeezed her legs together and embraced the wonderful feelings.
“What is your name?” “This girl’s name is this girl”
“Who owns you”? “This girl is owned by Master”
“What is this girl?” “This girl is Master’s slave, His slut, his cunt”
“Does this girl have any limits” “No, the only limits this girl has are those that he decides she should have”.
There was more of this, but it difficult to quite recollect what else was said since the orgasm continued. 
He told her she could stop cumming and He moved on top of her. She opened her legs wide for Him and felt the gloriously hard and large cock penetrate her. “girl is wide open for her Master” He said, a smile on His face. 
“This girl is ready for Master, what with that long orgasm” 
With that He plunged deep inside, taking more of what was His. “I really have reclaimed you” He said. Referring to the post she had written on Saturday. Reclaimed is exactly what this feels that it is. No wonder they had both been quite so horny all weekend.

Needy

It has been 8 days since she felt His hands on her body and 9 since He permitted an orgasm. It will be another 6 days until she will see Him again and can feel His hands on her and hear Him tell her that she is His.


She walks slowly up stairs and finds the plug. Of the two available she choses the larger.

She removes her jeans and panties, and bends over and presses it against her anus. There is resistance, it has been a while since this larger piece of metal has been inside her.

She realises that she is trying to push it in upside down, she swivels and, with a push it slips into place.

She remembers that His desire for her to wear this plug is with good reason.

She lies down on the bed and observes herself in the mirror. Slimmer than before, but certainly not where she would like to be. She photographs the evidence, the bush that He likes so much.

She opens her legs and turns on the vibe. Tonight there is no need for internal penetration, what she needs is to feel the pulsating instrument on her clit, vibrating from her piercing, it will find its own way inside. She applies direct pressure and spends some time just enjoying the pleasure.

She knows that any orgasms do not belong to her, but she also knows that Master won’t deny this pleasure. She knows what she needs to do and to say.

Gradually the tell tale signs build within her. She arches her back, and moves towards the pleasure that awaits. She knows she much be patient, and that her time will come. Well, not her time but His. The vibrations hit her body and reverberate around her neediness, she waits patiently and then just as she knows that the orgasm is imminent she speaks aloud.

This is yours Master.

Out loud she tells Him “thank you Master” and she knows that while He is not with her, He knows that his needy girl has been satisfied. For now.

Cum slut

He woke with what he described as a boner. She noticed by accident as her hand brushed his lower body. For a while she sat caressing his smooth hardness while she browsed some blogs. He asked if she was enjoying herself, she definitely was.

She closed the laptop lid and lay down. He ran his hand over her soft hairy mound and then leaned down to inspect more closely. Within moments his tongue was running over her clitoris and the feelings of arousal began. He asked if she wanted to cum, of course she did and so he began a count of 10. That first orgasm of the day is always an amazing feeling, it often opens the flood gates of desire for more and more. Luckily for this girl, Master believes in making her into his cum slut and in taking as many orgasms as he can. Within moments came a nipple orgasm, sucking and using his tongue he brought her off quickly.

At his request, she climbed on top of him. The large cock teasing her as it found its way into the tight entrance. She felt it slide in and then Master used his fingers to further excite her. She ground herself down on those fingers, then lifted up so that the cock could slide in and out. Another orgasm was ripped from her body and she felt herself begin to float.

Lying down now, they stroked each other for a while. Master played with his girl and also stroked his own cock. She stroked his lovely hard balls. After a few minutes he told her to spread and next he plunged into her again. Arousal coursed through her and this time he told her the count was 20! She repeated the word Twenty with incredulity. But being the good slave that she tries to be, she concentrated on him and his cock rather than her own need until he counted down to 5. Then she allowed the sensations to rise in herself and gave him the orgasm he desired.

He asked her if she would like it if they were together always and she could spend her days as his sex slave. Not needing to make decisions, dressing to please him, always being ready for him. A 24/7 cum slut; who wouldn’t want that?

Taking what is His – Masturbation Monday, Week 64

It started with a few strokes, admiring the soft pussy hair he leaned closer for a look. Her hips arched up as the first twinges of arousal gripped her, making her move her body towards his fingers. Gently His fingers stroked the slick area between her labia, then examining the piercing he leaned even closer and she felt his tongue brush over her. Impulsively she took hold of His balls, coupling them gently in her hand and squeezing a little before moving onto the erect cock. Already the orgasm was beginning to build and for a while she let those feelings build in her. She moved her head to see if she could reach the cock with her mouth, but sadly she could not. He laughed out loud and made a comment about her inability to such Him. Instead she continued using her hand, stroking, caressing.

The tongue strokes were becoming more urgent and she knew she would need to ask for permission to cum soon. Feeling her body tense a little further though He lifting His head from her slit and began a count down, at 10. Even though she had felt she might be closer than 10 seconds away, the start of the count helped her focus and she relaxed a little. 9, 8, 7, the tongue returned to the clit hood, the clitoris itself erect and proud. 6, 5, 4 and more stroking and nibbling. She allowed herself now to be immersed in the final count down as He lifted His head and counted 3, 2, 1, CUM.

On command the orgasm flowed from her body and she felt the tell tale signs of her body beginning to shudder and hot and sweet fluid flowed from her body.

He moved on top of her now and she told Him how much she needed to feel that hard cock inside her body. Instead He used the cock to tease and instead ripped another orgasm from her through external stimulation this time with His cock.

Finally she felt Him fill her. The masturbation part had ended and the penetration had begun.