Sex Diary, Wild Sex

Chapter 7: My BDSM Experiences

This is a continuation in our most popular series, the Sex Diary of a Desperate Housewife.

A lot of people have asked me about this so I guess I should explain a little, though I will start by saying this is not a complete account of my first time.

This is a story that is based on my first experience as I wish to keep the exact details of my first time private and personal to me. Anyway I hope you enjoy this story.

I guess I first got into bondage and BDSM when I was around 16 years old my friends and I used to always hang out in a little abandoned work shed on the edge of a farm it was just within the treeline of the woods that boarded the land when we found it there was barely anything but the frame left but gradually we fixed it up till it was our own little base we managed to get tables and old wooden chairs and an even an old sofa we had rescued from a parking lot it wasn’t much but it felt like a castle to us back then.

During this time I used to play a game with my friends where we would split into two teams one team would be the “Ogres” and the other would be the “Knights” the Ogres would then pick a member of the other team and they would then be “kidnapped” by the Ogres and kept in the base the Knights would then go to the far side of the woods and try to rescue the Princess, The rules were simple the Ogres couldn’t come past the path that wound through the middle of the woods but once the Knights got passed that line if they were tagged by an Ogre they had to go back to their starting point so the aim was to sneak to their base and tag the captive to rescue them, we later added a rule that if an Ogre was in the base as a guard the Knight who made it that far had to beat them in a game of Rock, Paper, Scissors to rescue the Princess.

Now the scene is set I will begin the actual story. It was an especially warm summer and we had been hanging out at the base a lot we had also picked up a couple of older boys Mark and David who had become part of the group. We had been playing the game for a couple of years by this point and I had found that I really enjoyed being the one tied up in the base, it had got to the point where I was almost always the kidnapped Princess. It all started during this one game I was in my usual spot on an old wooden chair my wrists were tied to the arms of the chair my ankles were tied to the legs and Mark and David decided to be the guards and stayed in the base with me while everyone was off playing at first we just chatted and joked but as the game went on I started pretending to really be a Princess saying things like “Oh please kind Ogres, I am ever so thirsty may I please have a drink” The boys really seemed to like this and pretended to be Ogres talking in growling voices told me “Silence wench, you will get what your given any more of that from you and you will have to face the consequences” I didn’t say anything but being called wench really turned me on I jokingly asked again as I honestly did want a drink at the time.

 

They looked at each other at this point and walked over to me I thought that they planned to untie me so I could have a drink, but instead they started tickling me. I was shocked and jumped but was quickly reduced to a giggling mess as their fingers danced up and down my sides I managed to get my leg free and to kick Mark while I was struggling but only lightly and this just encouraged him to tickle me more I don’t know how long this went on for but by the time they stopped I had tears streaming down my cheeks and my throat was sore from laughing. They looked at little worried that they had gone too far at this point and half of me wanted to shout at them and make them let me go but the other half of me had never enjoyed anything as much as this in my entire life, eventually when I caught my breath I turned to them still looking worried that I was about to explode at them instead though doing my Princess voice again I asked “Please kind Ogres I have taken your punishment, may I please have a drink now or I fear I shall not last” David relieved grabbed me a bottle of water and went to untie my hand, but Mark stopped him and instead took the bottle off of him and told me to lean my head back while he poured it into my mouth. After that while I was still trying to catch my breath I was rescued and we finished the game. Mark, David and I didn’t really talk about what had happened instead just carried on as normal.

 

We next played the game a few days later, again I was picked to be the Princess and was tied up in the base and once again Mark and David decided to stay as my guards I wasn’t surprised but I was a little worried about being tickled again as it was towards the end of the game they started last time and now it was right at the start and I didn’t know if I would last a whole game being tickled, of course secretly I wanted to find out… anyways I digress. Mark shut the door after everyone had run off and walked back over to me David was already sat at my side Mark doing his angry Ogre impression leaned over to me and said “Well Princess are you going to behave yourself today” I looked up smiled and shook my head, Mark smiled back and nodded at Dave and they flipped the chair over backwards. This obviously took me completely by surprise and as I lay there on my back still tied to the chair I was speechless. Until I realised what they were doing they were standing over me at my feet and they were undoing my shoe laces, I panicked and started to stutter “no please not my feet, please” but even as I said it I realised I was saying it in the Princess voice I had been putting on. David was smiling but Mark looked serious like he meant business, I tried to talk seriously and stop doing the silly voice but it was as if whatever part of me wanted this had control and wouldn’t let me sound serious. My shoes were thrown across the room and my socks were slowly pulled off my feet. Both of them smiled as they watched my bare feet twist against the ropes Mark had an especially cruel smile about him and seemed to enjoy it most when I balled my toes up trying to defend my exposed souls.

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Both of them took a foot in hand and slowly began running their fingers up and down my arches. I should point out here that I have insanely ticklish feet to the point where I was once fell asleep on my friends sofa and she tickled my foot and I literally jumped so much I fell over the back and landed on the floor so needless to say from this I was already in hysterics. I twisted and struggled but I had been tied a little tighter after slipping my bonds the previous time. I squealed and laughed and any time I had a breath I pleaded for them to stop but this just encouraged them to tickle me more I thought I would lose my mind. After what felt like hours they stopped to let me breath I couldn’t talk anymore and my eyes were blurry with tears, Mark leaned down to me and growling with his impression said “now Princess I think you understand who is in control here” I just nodded it was all I could do, he reached over and gentle started stroking my foot again I started to franticly shake my head when suddenly he grabbed my face, I heard David gasp at this still by my feet. Holding me by the cheeks he pulled me to face him and still growling he said “that’s not what I like to see that’s going to get you punished, I want to hear you say ‘please, please tickle me more Master Ogre’ understand?” I was stunned I never imagined it would go this far I nodded, he started to tickle me again I struggled and laughed he stopped “I didn’t tell you to nod did I, now what did I say?” I was breathing heavy but I had some of my breath back I turned an even brighter red than I already was and tried to turn my head away but he was still holding my face tight and forced me to look him dead in the eye I felt his fingers start to move on my feet again I took a sharp breath “please, please tickle me more Master Ogre” I cried he laughed and let go my world was still spinning but I was sure I heard him say “good little wench” as he walked away.

 

As I slowly got my breath back the boys had stepped outside to look if anyone was coming to spoil their fun, it was at this point I realised just how soaking wet I was and looking down now my eyes were clearer I could see that my little summer dress had started to ride up from my struggling I knew that if it came all the way up they would get a perfect view of my little pink panties that I could feel were soaked through I tried to move a little to hide this but every time I moved my dress seamed to ride up more. I gave up and resigned myself to just praying to anyone who would listen that it wouldn’t ride up any further. Mark opened the door and came back in I could see David was having a cigarette just outside the door before Mark closed it. Mark had the same menacing smile he had on his face earlier and I felt myself tense up waiting to see what he had planned now he walked over to my head and pulled the chair back upright. I watched my dress flap up and was relieved David had not been in front of me to see. Mark was now stood behind me he reached round and gently pulled my hair back out of my face, he leaned down over my shoulder unless his face was right next to mine and growled “how are we feeling Princess?” I didn’t know what to answer but I managed “I’m ok” he laughed he gently stroked his hand along my neck and still gently gripped a little. My fingers gripped onto the chair at this moment I was honestly terrified. He leaned in close and said “what did I tell you to call me?” my heart was racing “Master Ogre” I said. “good” he said “now don’t forget that as long as you are my prisoner I want you to say my name at the end of everything you say, do you understand?” he took his hand away I took a deep breath “yes Master Ogre” I said.

 

David walked in a few moments later and called Mark over whispered something in his ear and passed him something although I could see what it looked like a jar. I had been tied up for only about 20 minutes by this point but it felt like I had been their captive for hours. David went back outside, Mark walked back over to me with his hands behind his back he leaned down and looked me dead in the eyes “do not look away from my eyes, understand?” I stared into his eyes “yes Master Ogre” I felt him press something cold between my thighs, I didn’t dare look away from his eyes he pushes it so far I feared he would push it up my dress but he didn’t I felt him twist the top off it and throw it to the side, he smiled “you can look down now” he said, I slowly looked down and my heart stopped it was a jar and inside trying to get out were four of the biggest spiders I had ever seen I started to struggle a little but realised if I moved the jar tilted and as long as the jar was straight they couldn’t get out. I was frozen I hate spiders with a passion I watched as they ran over each other trying to get out, Mark just smiled at me as I sat there frozen with fear.

 

After what felt like an eternity Mark walked back over to me still smiling he laughed “Awww it’s no fun if you just sit there, your new friends can’t get out and play” with that he grabbed the bottom of my dress and pushed it into the jar I about jumped out of my skin he had been cruel but I never imagined this. The first spider quickly ran up my dress and only my leg I was still paralyzed with fear the second and third quickly shot out both of them ran up my body one stopped for a moment on my shoulder before running off and down the chair the other was not so kind and ran up over my dress onto breasts and stopped was at this point I felt something far up on the inside of my thigh I looked down and both the spider that had been on my leg and the one that had been left in the jar had vanished. I could feel it moving it was slowly creeping further up the inside of my thigh I was trembling, suddenly the spider on my breasts moved it darted down my cleavage. It was maddening I could feel it scurrying around under my dress I was drenched in sweat from my fear and panic. I was so terrified that I was no longer struggling simply against my bonds I was fighting to make my own body move as I was completely paralysed with fear, my body became hyper sensitive trying to feel where my “new friends” where, this made things worse as I could feel every tiny movement they made. This is when it happened I there I was bound and helpless after being abused for what felt like hours and now I was living my own personal nightmare as creatures from my deepest fears crawled across my helpless body, which itself had turned against me becoming so sensitive that every little movement could be felt. My cruel tormenter stood over me laughing and mocking me as I suffered unable to speak as my body and mind overloaded with what was happening, but then I felt it with my body focusing on the spiders I hadn’t noticed but my pussy was soaking and it was so wet that my little pink panties had moved from struggling and had slid tightly into my slit and were rubbing against my clit with every little movement I made my hips had started rocking on their own I could feel something building like I had never felt before, I felt the spider on my thigh scuttle up and run straight across my pussy as I felt its legs tickle my exposed lips my mind went blank I remember screaming as my body was rocked with the most powerful orgasm I have ever had to date and I remember Marks smile the last thing I saw before everything went black.

 

When I awoke I was lay on the sofa we had with Mark and David stood over me smiling David looked as if he was smiling because he was relieved but Mark, his smile was much darker. They both fussed over me and asked if I was ok suddenly remembering what had happened I jumped up and started patting myself down trying to get the spiders off me. Mark stopped me “their gone” he said, “they ran away after I picked you up and moved you to the sofa.” I was still in shock but Mark put his arms around me and gave me a huge hug, this took me back a step as after the cruel smiles and look in his eye I had started to think that might be all there was to him, I was even more surprised as he whispered into my ear “I hope I didn’t push you too far.” I was still too stunned to speak so I just wrapped my arms around him, buried my head in his shoulder and shook my head, he gave me a big squeeze and let go we sat down on the sofa before we had a chance to say anything else about it all Martin one of the other we were playing with came rushing in the door shouting “We have to stop the game, Luke fell over on the road and fucked his leg up.” We all ran out to check on our friend.

 

The next hour was pretty much us looking after luck until his parents came and picked him up he had twisted his ankle pretty bad but nothing too serious after that was sorted we all decided to just head our separate ways without saying too much, part of me wanted to talk to Mark some more but I really didn’t know what I would say so I just went home. Once I was back I rushed up to my room and locked the door behind me I jumped onto my bed and just took stock of everything that had happened I still couldn’t believe any of it, it seemed like a dream. I started to go through it in my mind and I could feel myself getting wet again so I slowly pulled my dress up and reached my hand under it when my heart jumped. My panties were gone, I hadn’t noticed with everything that had happened after I woke up but I had been completely exposed since I woke up I pulled my dress up completely almost as if they would magically appear if I did and froze, in permanent marker written across my most private place was ‘property of Master Ogre’ I stared for a moment imagining him slipping them off and seeing how soaking wet had been, I felt my face turn red with embarrassment I closed my eyes and thought about next time we would play the game knowing that Master Ogre had seen my soaking wet little pussy and claimed it for himself. I felt the next game would be very interesting.

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Taking it to the Next Level

Sir/Ma’am,

I hope you had a wonderful weekend. We did. We celebrated Master’s Birthday all weekend and had a great time.

 

However, Monday brought many great and unexpected pleasures! First I was woken up with a beating from my Master which I absolutely loved. Then when I wake there is a list of my day broken out and what items Master wishes me to complete. In fact the whole week is already completely scheduled!!! I am a happy slave, because now I know what is expected of me.

 

I was following Master’s schedule fine, until I fought with a computer program for an hour and a half which majorly put me behind. I was lucky that Master had put some personal items on the list, which I quickly threw out the window, in order to get those items for Master done. I got them all done, and did the dishes, which weren’t on the list!!

 

Master also came home later than expected and started to put a crunch on the time.. but that’s why you prioritize :-).

 

I love the way Master is doing inspections now. There is a set time for inspection each day. By that time, I am to have everything done, be clean and ready, collared, chained to the bed, blind folded, toys requested out and in a present position. I was holding that position for a long time. Master comes home and takes his time. He grabs a clip board with a check list and looks around the house to make sure things have been completed, and how well they have been completed. I did well on that part, however, Master didn’t give me an A on the dishes because he says the sink was still dirty… I got a B, on the other stuff I got an A!!!!

 

When Master walks in the room, I am not allowed to speak and he doesn’t speak to me either. He changes his clothes and inspects me like he would his electronic equipment. He checked my weight and saw that I gained half a pound, I got a D+ :-(.

 

He came over to my body and started at the legs, inspecting me like a show dog, or a piece of meat. It actually turned me on that he was doing this and I wasn’t allowed to see him or talk to him. I got an F for no butt plug because I couldn’t find it. He touched me everywhere and I could feel myself getting wet. Master even pulled back my head and checked my teeth and breathe (which he could smell my medicine on my breathe so I got a C).

 

As I was getting into position, I had broke a fingernail… I got a B- for that. After he looked everything over, he went over the check list with me, and beat me accordingly. I really got it for that F. Excuses (if not family or life-threatening/medical) are not tolerated. Either get it done, and done correctly or be punished. When I told Master I couldn’t find the butt plug, he said, did you ask? oops, no I didn’t. dang. After the beating, then Master talked about the good things I had done and gave me some pleasure. I was so turned on.

 

My goal for Master’s birthday was to finally have him fuck me in the ass to the point that he cums in it. Well, Sunday was his Birthday, but it didn’t happen. Life happened, we were tired, and well fed, and didn’t quite lend to ending the night that way.

 

I expressed to Master my failure, and how hurt and upset I was that I wasn’t able to give him that gift. He asked me what I wanted to do about it, and I said I wanted him to do it now. He asked me if I was sure that’s what I wanted and I said yes.

 

Master had me get in a doggy style position and tied me so I couldn’t get out of the position. He blindfolded me and then put the anal hook in me. He then put the electrodes on my ass and pussy. He took some personal time while I was there in that position with the electrode number climbing from 7 to 60. My ass was so tingly, but the importance of it was to get me to relax back there.

 

Master removed the anal hook and electrodes and inserted the butt plug. It felt good to go in. Then Master rocked it as before and I was really feeling it. I was in zen mode. I didn’t realize that he had been slowly pulling it out and pushing it back in until he had pulled it out all the way and pushed it back in… and it felt good! He continued to do that and then told me he thought I was ready for his cock. Oh I hope so.

 

He took the butt plug out and slowly put the tip of his cock inside my ass. I could feel the pressure and I was getting a little concerned. Master kept talking to me in a calm voice. He told me I was safe, that I was okay, and that what I was feeling, felt good. I found myself actually helping him get deeper into my ass. At one point I was ready to cry (he was completely in). He didn’t move. He allowed me to relax. He talked to me and kept telling me how much I loved how this felt. He voice was passionate and soon I was feeling good. I liked him in my ass. I started to rock on his cock and then slowly fell into sub space. Master took that cue and started to slowly fuck my ass. I was loving it and I was loving that I was able to please Master. Master mentions during the fucking that he now owns me completely, the one thing that was holding us back was finally his for the taking, and take it he did. Soon he was at a good pace fucking my ass, and I remember asking him to cum in my ass. I was ready.

 

Master was happy to give me that gift. I was riding on his cock, wanting to hear and feel the pleasure I had given him, when I felt him twitch… oh here it cums! Right after he came, the flow of his cum and the twitching of his cock had hit just at the right time and place and I had a huge orgasm. Wow! Master was so pleased with me…. that i got to sleep in his bed last night! I think I got an A 🙂

 

Well, I hope that I will see some of you at the Beat & Greet! Hope everyone is doing well, (You’ve all been pretty quiet).

 

Thank you for your time and attention, Sir/Ma’am.

 

From My Master’s Perspective

As I grow into this relationship with Sinfully Red and learning to become the Master that we both want I realize that I am not perfect in any way. Actually I am far from it and need help and guidance along the way. One of the mistakes I made was I didn’t realize what my slave was going through as she is serving me several ways. Last night I failed my slave and did not reward her for a wonderful evening and all the hard work she is doing. Lesson number one: Reward your slave or she will revolt. We went to a play party and once I felt comfortable enough in my own skin as a Master I pulled Sinfully Red to a cross in the dark corner of the room. We talked a bit about what we were going to do and one of the things was to keep her clothes one. Well once she was tied up and took her shirt off I said I needed more space to punish her and undid her bra. Once the scene was moving along I was able to blindfold her and took her pants down. This elicited a anxiety attack but she was brave enough to get past it and get into the role. At one point she was wanting me to hit her harder but with all the noise in the room it made it difficult for me to listen to what she was saying. Lesson number two is to learn her body language so I know that what I am doing is good or bad and if it is good to keep it going and bring it to the next level.

The evening was going well but I wasn’t feeling well all day and I really wanted to go because we have talked about this for a very long time. I mustered all my strength and we went. Well once the medicine started wearing off I really needed to get home. Sinfully Red wanted some extra instruction from others at the party but she thought about me and my health and said let’s get home get some medicine into you and you can fuck me hard and beat me at home. Lesson Three is communication. She communicated to me her wants and needs and I was shutting down my mouth and didn’t communicate back to her what I wanted, needed or my intentions. We got home and I punished her but my heart, mind and soul wasn’t into it. I was piss poor at it to be honest and than got her on her back and took the vibrator out and applied it to her pussy to get her to come so I can go to bed. No love or caring there on my part. Lesson Four is the caring of my Sinfully Red. If I am not caring about my slave and thinking about her 110% of the time she isn’t going to respect me or give back what I need. I have to be in this with all my energy to show her I know what she needs and give it to her with abundance. Lesson Five is to be attentive to her condition. She suffers from Fibromyalgia and she needs her medication in the morning and night. Well I completely forgot about her medication before I sent her to bed and there is no excuse for that. No medication at night makes slave a very unhappy camper in the morning. Lesson One was the rewarding of your slave. With all the good work she did I rewarded her by telling her she can sleep on the floor where she normally sleeps. Where is the incentive for her to sleep in the bed with me if she goes all out and I kick her to the floor. So to recap I ignored her needs, didn’t reward her and forgot to give her her medication for her illness. I didn’t show I cared about her.

Thus comes the morning time. All hell brook loose and all the trust was gone that she had for me to protect her. There went the lifestyle. An argument erupted and I lost control of the situation which started the night before. Well I never had consequences to my actions growing up. My parents never spanked me as a kid, never was grounded, I got into trouble and all I got was yelled at. So yelling at me is what I learned to feel love. We punish our children because we love them and don’t want them to do wrong. Where was the love from parents on when I did wrong. I am not saying we should “hit” our kids but we need to punish them. I got yelled at so I need the yelling from my wife to feel the safe love from her. Well she doesn’t want to do that. I was so angry I told her I wanted to punish myself by cutting my arm because I needed the pain to equate to the punishment. Well she had a better idea. The roles were reversed. She took out every item I use on here to punish her and she used it on me. Holy cow does that hurt. Lesson Six is I learned the pain that I inflict on my slave. I never knew that amount of pain she is enduring for me. It is definitely an eye opener. She also humiliated me. I told her I had to piss and she decided I need to piss in a cup and pour it on myself, that sucked ass but I get the humiliation aspect of it. I showered and was told to put a blindfold on. Here comes lesson Seven and would have to say it was a hard lesson for me to learn and I am still trying to wrap my brain around it. I was to present for her which was get on all fours and she lubed my ass and stuck anal beads up there. Now wait a minute, I like this, how is this happening. I was getting punished and than she is showing me pleasure? The lesson is the pain and the pleasure a slave endures is to please the master. The other big lesson is that I learned why I punish my slave. It was hard for me to reason why I am hurting my slave which is also my wife. I don’t want to hurt my wife. Well the reason is I get off on the pleasure she is receiving from the pain. I punish her, she enjoys it, I hear her enjoying it and I thus enjoy hearing her and the cycle continues.

Well after all that she said I had 30 minutes to enjoy her body. I enjoyed it immensely and was able to take back the role of the master. I was able to concentrate on her pleasure and wanted her to be happy. I was able to get her to orgasm several times very easily as opposed to a huge ordeal when I am not paying attention to her. We moved to the shower and got more orgasms out of her. Master is back in control, master is happy and slave is happy as long as master tends to the needs of the slave. Well that is all for now and as I am writing this it is 30 minutes past the time of giving her her medication. You are damn straight I gave her her meds, I don’t want to get beat again. 🙂

Master Will

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He Made Me Squirt

Oh yeah. You read that right. I thought it was a myth and something I would never experience, but man oh man, Sir made me squirt.

 

A couple nights ago we started off fairly vanilla in our foreplay, but on my request to “make me cry,” Sir flipped His switch into full Dom mode. As I mentioned in a recent post, I have been a brat like you wouldn’t believe. I was so much of a brat that Sir pretty much gave up on our D/s. I take responsibility for that and I needed to purge my feelings of regret. I needed Him to punish me for my bad behavior. I wanted to feel pain at His hand…or belt…pain that cleansed me from the heart-wrenching guilt I harbored. As He always does, Sir delivered and while I didn’t cry, the euphoria that washed over me definitely factored into what came after.

 

Our relationship has always been about trust and I firmly believe with my whole being that the trust we share is exactly how He was able to bring me completely over the edge. He listens to me. Not just my words, but all of me. He reads my body and my sounds. He knows what turns me on when He does it and even without me speaking a word, He knows to keep doing it. That’s what happened and it was completely by accident that we stumbled onto the one thing that pushes me past the edge.

 

After throwing me over the edge of the bed and belting my ass hard, He fucked me like he always does. I was so wet and my body was so completely immersed in arousal that He slid in so easily. After a few moments, He commanded me on my back with my ass hanging slightly over the edge of the bed. Taking my ankles in His hands, He spread His arms out which in turn spread my legs wide apart opening me up to Him. Feeling Him press His cock against my swollen pussy was enough to send me sprinting to the edge and He knew that, but He wasn’t ready for me to come yet, so He looked at me with those steely black eyes and said, “Don’t you cum yet.” I barely managed to squeak out, “Yes, Sir.”

 

Rocking His hips back and forth, He rammed into me, every thrust sending a wave of pleasure through my body. Then it happened. He pulled out just a little to far and instead of sliding into me again, His cock slid up between my lips, gliding across my clit. An instant jolt of pleasure shuddered through me and I could feel my pussy teetering, ready to spasm at any second. After a moment or two, looking up at Him, I begged with my eyes for release to which He obliged and commanded forcefully, “NOW!” My abdomen tightened and my clit throbbed as my pussy contracted in spasms.

 

Moaning loudly, I lost myself in the sensation of His cock rubbing my clit coupled with the pleasure of my orgasm. I could feel something different this time. A different type of pressure. Instead of being afraid, I rode the wave. I think Sir saw this and He commanded again, “NOW! Cum for me!” And that did it. It was like a small explosion of pleasure erupted from my core. Now I’m not gonna lie and say I gushed all over, but the moment I felt wetness like I’ve never felt before was intense to say the least, but also worrisome. I wasn’t sure what had happened, but when all was said and done after a little investigating, we determined that it happened. I “squirted.”

 

Fast forward to the next night. Now I was content with what happened. The orgasm was intense and it was my first time ever having more than just a little increased wetness, but Sir wanted to explore whether or not it could happen again or if it was just a fluke. We began much the same as the previous night, except there was no spanking. He positioned me on the edge of the bed again and after fucking me hard for a few minutes, He pulled out and rubbed the head of His cock against my clit. I can’t even explain why this act pushes me to the edge. There really are no words. Needless to say I found myself teetering the bring again. Sir stopped rubbing, stepped back a bit so He could watch and with His steely gaze locked on me, He uttered the command, “NOW!” It was like the ultimate release at my core as spasms rocked my pussy and liquid poured out all over the edge of the bed. Still not gushing, but definitely cumming all over. Sir then finished off by shooting His load all over me and I just lay there in awe.

 

I didn’t think I would ever squirt. I’m 40 years old and while I’ve not had a lot of partners, I have had a lot of sex with the few partners I’ve had and no one has ever been able to get me even remotely close to this. That being said, I knew from the first night we spent together that if anyone could make me squirt, it would be Sir.

 

Sex at a Party with Master

In my last post i told you all that Sir and i were going to another party and promised to write about it, so here goes. It was really great, just as i thought it would be. Our community here is amazing and so far i’ve only met the nicest of people which makes the socials and parties amazing and so much fun.

Each time Sir and i venture outside our comfort zones, i realize a little more about what our dynamic does for us as people. It’s so much more than wearing a label of D/s or BDSM. It’s how we grow, not only as a couple, but as a total person as well. The last party was the first time we ever witnessed public play of any kind. It was the first time i was in a room with nude people, other than those i was personally involved with or while changing clothes. i was really nervous about that thinking i would be uncomfortable, but i wasn’t. Like so much of the things that others see as weird, it’s just normal to be surrounded by scantily clad (or simply naked) people. Big deal.

This month’s party had no theme, so we didn’t have to dress up in anything particular. The request made was that it look like you were attending a fetish party. That’s a fairly easy task for women because lingerie always works. i, however, didn’t own any lingerie and it was getting down to the wire. Plus, i’m a big girl, so finding lingerie that is flattering and i’m comfortable in, especially to wear in front of other people, isn’t always that easy. Sir took me to one of our local adult shops and we looked for something to wear. Two of my biggest obstacles are my breasts. Sometimes it’s impossible for me to find anything to fit because they are so huge. i don’t suppose i should complain, but it’s really a pain sometimes.

I tried on a couple of things that just wouldn’t work because of my boobs, but we finally found something that could work, so i went into the the changing room one last time and put it on. i hated it, but showed Sir because ultimately it was his decision. i said, “i feel like a sausage and i don’t really like it, but if You do and You want me to wear it, we can get this one.”

He said, “I like it.” And a smile spread across His face.

“You’re not just saying that? You really think i look ok in it?”

“You look amazing. It’s really sexy. I would like for you to wear that.” So He bought it for me and that’s what i wore at the party.

When we got there and checked in at the door, i went straight to the restroom and changed. i felt completely vulnerable and naked and really didn’t want to be wearing that, but He wanted me to, so i did. At first i was glued to Him. i mean literally pressed against His back or front or whatever. i used Him as my “robe.” Then the lights dimmed and i had a couple of drinks as well as a break here and there for a smoke. (This was a true break because we had to go outside to smoke and i had to cover up, so i took a pair of shorts and tank top to throw on over my lingerie. It gave me a moment of not feeling naked.)

Wearing something that literally left me bare was a major boundary for me. i hate my body. i know i’m not the only one and i don’t always hate my body, but the bottom line is, i am not convinced that anyone wants to see my body. (Other than Sir and i do truly believe that He does love everything about me.) i’ve been ridiculed my whole life about my body, so why would i want to put myself out there for others to see me, practically naked? Well first and foremost, i did it because Sir wanted me to. This isn’t about me, it’s about Him. Secondly, i have to remember that everyone has issues with their bodies…even the thin girls. It’s also important to remember that people don’t go to these parties to ridicule folks for how they look, what they wear, etc. It’s an amazing thing to belong to a community that let’s people be who they are.

During the party, i was talking to one of my friends about it. i said, “Part of what’s making this a little easier is i realized i can’t control what people think, no matter where i am. As long as no one says anything, i’m fine and this group…no one is gonna say anything.” She agreed and reassured me that if anyone did say anything…well let’s just say, it wouldn’t be pretty.

Going into this party, Sir and i still weren’t certain we would play, but were definitely open to it. i volunteered to work at the door for an hour so after i was finished, i joined Sir in one of the rooms to watch a scene: two tops marking up a sweet girl who enjoyed every bit of it. After the scene, Sir and i bantered a bit and my inner brat came out. He really wanted me up on the table, but i was still inhibited. Though we were in a semi-private area, a lot of people we left over from the previous scene and i wasn’t ready to put my ass up there for them to see just yet.

The crowd became smaller due to controlled attendance and folks leaving. After some thought and as a result of some “bratty” behavior a little earlier, Sir insisted on spanking me. At this point, i had a couple of drinks (not too much, just enough to loosen up a bit) and He had already taken a wartenberg wheel to my arms, legs, and chest, so my adrenaline was pretty high. We headed up stairs and no one was in one of the semi-private areas, so we went ahead and claimed the space. i was nervous…no terrified, but i knew how much this would please Sir and i also knew i would be happy in the end. (No pun intended…well maybe i fully intended it.)

We still don’t have a large collection of implements, but we have the few we use on a regular basis. Plus, our friends said Sir was welcome to use anything in their bags if He wanted to. i’m grateful He didn’t choose to because most of the toys they have are unfamiliar to me and i would rather experiment with them in private. Sir felt the same way and this, ladies and gentlemen, is why i trust Him and love Him so much. i never spoke those words. He simply knew. For now we simply have a wooden spoon, plastic flexible ruler, small and large paint sticks wrapped in electrical tape, braided nylon rope (which He used as a flogger of sorts), and His belt. Those few items are very enjoyable in the horrible painful sort of way that a masochist loves.

We still don’t play as hard as some, but each time we do play, it gets more intense and we both recognize we are way beyond where we were when we first began last summer. He likes to warm me up with His belt by folding it in half twice. This makes the impact more thuddy and really gets the blood to the surface. i love it and i am saying that honestly. It doesn’t really hurt, but actually feels kinda good. Then He’ll alternate with the ruler, spoon, and smaller paint stick. These items are quite stingy and i don’t like them so much. Sir is looking to “upgrade” the spoon to a larger one. i’m actually kinda nervous about it, but can’t wait at the same time.

i’m not sure how long we played. It might have been 15 or 20 minutes. i totally lose track of time when we play, but that doesn’t matter. All i know is He finished off with His belt. We were going to try 10, but i still wasn’t sure about that, so He suggested He check in with me after 5 or 6 swats to see if i could carry on to 10. (i asked Him how many and He doesn’t remember.) When He brought the belt down for the first one, it took my breath away and i had to ask Him to wait so i could catch my breath. I counted each swat and when He checked in with me, i may have been able to keep going, but i just wasn’t sure. i was feeling very wobbly in the knees and just wanted Him to hold me, so i told Him i didn’t think i could keep going. He didn’t push me, though if He had, i would have given my all. Instead He put down the belt and turned me to face Him. i fell into His chest and cried.

i cried because it felt so good to give myself to Him the way i had. i cried because i knew i had allowed Him to push me far outside of my comfort zone and it felt good. i cried because in that moment, i never felt closer to Him than any other moment so far in our relationship. He stroked my hair and whispered, “That’s my good girl.” i simply cannot express how it feels to hear those words from Him, especially after such a scene. He’s really great about talking to me throughout and kissing me in between whatever He’s doing, but after we are done, it all means so much more and i live for those moments.

i told Him i needed to sit and He joked, “Are you going to be able to sit down?” i smiled, but my knees were going to give, so we moved to a corner and i curled up in His arms. After a few moments He went and got me water. i just lay there on the floor and reveled in the adrenaline that coursed through my body. i was drunk and not because of the drinks i had earlier. The whole experience was intoxicating and nothing like what you can get from drugs or alcohol. When He came back with the water, i sat up and drank. We talked a little bit and when my legs weren’t so wobbly, we joined the rest of the party.

We realized after the fact that i was marking up quite nicely too. We aren’t sure what made the marks because He used a variety of implements, but i left my panties on and He couldn’t see my skin as He hit me, so we guess He was hitting a little harder than normal. i like it and surprisingly, He’s getting used to it. i still don’t think He will ever give me super deep bruises or marks, but this was nice.

i don’t know if anyone was there watching us. i mean, i know that at one point our friends peeked in, as did a few others, but no one stayed around as far as i know. i really don’t care at this point. Part of my issue with public play is that i’m uncomfortable with my body, but i’m working on it…not just in a physical sense, but in my mind as well. i know that even if i lose weight, if i don’t work on my mind’s eye, i will still be uncomfortable with my body. The other part is that Sir and i don’t really do anything overly exciting and we are light weights as far as S&M are concerned. i don’t want to bore people with our scene. i know…it’s ridiculous, but it’s how i feel.

All i know is the party was great and we pushed well beyond some of our soft boundaries and it was amazing! The parties give a chance to socialize with like-minded people and gather new ideas to try. Who knows, maybe one day we will do a scene that everyone is talking about at the next munch. Until then, we just keep doing what we’re doing because we like it and that’s all that matters.

Read more in this sex story series – the Sex Diary of a Desperate Housewife.

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