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.

Masturbation (and sex) on Monday

Masturbation Monday is a year old today. Congratulations to Kayla Lords for coming up with the idea. In celebration here is this girl’s contribution.

It’s a bank holiday here in the UK. Wonderful, time to relax and enjoy the end of summer, lovely sunny days soon to end. For us, here in the UK it seems that summer is already ended and this morning when Master and girl woke it was dull, cool and rainy out. But every rain cloud has a silver lining, as a holiday means no work for this girl and so the chance to drift back to sleep. At some point, reasonably early in the morning, Master began to stroke his girl between her legs. “You like this don’t you slut?” He asked. Of course she likes it, who wouldn’t. The girl lay back and enjoyed the feelings wash over her, allowed herself to relax into His touch and arousal to sweep around her body. She knew her clitoris was enlarging as it became engorged and that she was becoming wet to His touch. The idea of cumming didn’t occur to her and He didn’t suggest she could or should. Instead they both drifted back to sleep. The girl was pretty sure that without Master’s touch that  might not have happened.

The next time we woke, the phone was ringing. It was around 10.30am and it was this girl’s mum. Luckily the girl came to her senses pretty quickly and any way she mostly only had to listen to the updates of mum’s weekend – the films she has watched, the food she has eaten, that kind of exiting stuff. Finishing the call though, she looked across to Master who was busy looking at porn on His phone, while quietly masturbating Himself. A few minutes later and this girl looked at Master – He was now making the bed shake – He informed her that he was getting Himself hard enough to fuck her arse. 
Still horny from the earlier masturbation, this girl shivered with anticipation. “Roll over girl” He commanded and soon after His now very hard cock was taking possession of what it rightfully His. This girl felt herself getting lightheaded as He pounded inside her. She found herself unable to stop herself pressing back towards Him rhythmically as He took a break. He squeezed her nipple, playing with the piercing as He loves to do. Those piercings which were done for Him. The nipples that belong to Him. Master and this girl felt the power in His touches which brought this girl to orgasm. 
A little later, this girl was given her prize. One that Master allowed her to swallow. 
She lay back in His arms, snuggling to him for warmth on this cool end of August morning. He asked her how she was feeling. “light headed and slave like” was her response.
“I like it when my slave is light headed because of me” For Him it is all about the power and the control. For this girl it is too.

My favourite toy – 30 Days of Kink / Masturbation Monday

Since this post is being published on a Monday, it is both for 30 days of kink and Masturbation Monday.

I have thought about this, more than a small part of me would love to say that is it is the violet wand and I know that is what Master would love to hear. It is true to say that my Master, also previously known as gadget man, loves His violet wand attachments. I personally enjoy the comb attachment, which He strokes through my hair. Plus there are those that He strokes across my body, resting briefly (or not so) over my piercings. Then there are the electric light bulbs that cause both pain and static and which we are both glad He learned about that Easter day, last year, at BBB.

Ok, so it would be true that those experiences are amazing. But none of them have quite the effect of the Hitachi magic (magic rather than violet) wand. There is nothing, in my opinion quite like direct vibration of the clitoris. When that stimulus is applied through a magic wand the feelings are just beyond amazing. Then if the person to whom the vibrations are applied has no control over the toy, indeed perhaps she is restrained, blindfolded, maybe even gagged, then the stimulus becomes that person’s whole world.

Given the choice of a way to be played with, to be masturbated to be made to orgasm over and over again, the magic wand would be the toy of choice. The situation would be as described above and would be accompanied by the touch of Master’s hands on his slave’s body as it writhed with uncontrolled pleasure. This kind of thing doesn’t happen often, but then perhaps that is a good thing, since it would cease to be quite so special.

Clip from Tumblr

Lateral thinking

For us girls masturbation is all about applying direct pressure to your clit, or maybe your g-spot isn’t it? Plus it’s all about something you do for yourself.

Well no, sometimes neither of the above is true.
Sometimes it is about another person. 
Another person who knows you and your body.
It is about the fact that there are many more erogenous zones for a woman than her clit and her cunt (something that this girl’s ex hubby knew nothing about).
For Master, who controls this girl’s orgasms, the application of lateral thinking is always an option. For Him, the owner of not only a girl’s nipples but the rings contained therein (plus the rest of her body) it is about making the most of what is on offer. To be frank, this Man is an expert where that is concerned.
Starting with a few little tweaks, He pinched hard. Immediately this girl felt a twinge in her cunt. She wasn’t sure if she was getting wet, but it was a good bet.
He leaned over and sucked on one tit, while squeezing the other.
This girl knew that He was serious and that it was likely that she was already close (damn that He does this do easily). 
This girl felt compelled to squeeze her pelvic muscles and to arch her hips.
Master reminded this girl that all orgasms belong to Him. Of course, she knows this.
He pinched again and sucked some more. This girl knew she was close and she knew that needed to ask for release. 
Master granted that release with a count of 10………….
He continued to work this girl’s nipples and it was as much as she could do to prevent herself from reaching that special place before He reached 1.
She managed it and felt her cunt throb in response. At no time did He touch her clit, but she certainly came. That man is an expert when it comes to lateral thinking.

It wasn’t always so

For my second masturbation Monday post I am going to reveal something of my life before kink. Not only have I lived in a semi sexless marriage for many years, but I was also late to the pleasures of masturbation.

I am not sure when I began to realise that my life was lacking, that the sex life I ‘enjoyed’ was not as it should be. I am also not sure when it was that I realised that I could give myself some of the pleasure that I didn’t receive within that relationship.

As a teenager I remember being told that touching yourself was not a good thing. Given that the relationship with my mum was pretty volatile, I wonder why I actually listened to this advice. After all, I ignored much of what she told me. My first serious relationship was with hubby, I was only 15 when we started seeing each other. We did masturbate each other long before penetrative sex took place, but in hindsight this involved me touching him and me humping his leg rather than he touching me in any significant way.

Fast forward into my 20’s and as a young married woman I began to read a little about sex, I bought the Joy of Sex and it led me to start to explore my own body as well as hubby’s. Its a shame that I didn’t explore other reading material at that time. Our lives began to diverge when, around the time of the birth of my son in 1991 he had an affair with another woman. Overnight, whatever else happened, my instinct was to turn away from him in bed. Instead, I began to explore my own body. With my fingers yes and through the writing of erotic stories, in long hand. I started to pay with my body late at night and even remember waking to find I was having an orgasm. Since there was no internet and I didn’t even know that published erotica existed outside of playboy etc and of course only men bought them, the only thing to do was to create your own reality.

Around this time I discovered Ann Summers, a UK lingerie shop which also sells sex toys. I bought a couple of vibrators – one a butterfly vibrator and another some kind of dildo. Using these toys I began to realise exactly what was missing from my life. For the first time I began to regularly bring myself to orgasm. The purchase of our first home computer was the thing though that helped me develop my knowledge, about my own body and about what I might have missed out on. I found the site clitical.com and from there started on a major voyage of discovery. Reading the experience of others and realising that masturbation wasn’t just something you did to yourself made me curious about what I really had missed out on. Often when I was alone in the house, I would strip naked and explore my body with my fingers, I used ice on myself and I used toys to bring myself off. I found my own G spot and found stimulating my own nipples aroused me.

I longed for someone to touch me in the places I touched myself, but was turned off when it was hubby who offered to do so. Something inside me prevented me from opening up to him, prevented me from wanting him in the way that I want my Master now. It was then that I realised that the marriage was something of a sham.

Over the past 2 or 3 years I have learned so much more about myself and my body than I probably had in the previous 20 or more. Encouraged first by S and now by Master I am not frightened to touch and be touched, indeed I love it. Master loves to watch me as I stroke the body that He now owns. To see the effect of the piercings on my level of arousal. And, when I am alone, and I touch that same body it is Him I think about and for him that I masturbate at all. If an orgasm happens as a result of all of that touching then it belongs to Him. I might have arrived late to this table, but given my life right now, I have no regrets.