"Please." Heh..

"Not yet, or you'll get a punishment of whole new dimensions!"

!!! Contains Dirt !!!

Yup, run while you can, this will be that kind of blog. So if you're, say, weak of heart, a nun, or my brother, you might wanna skip this. Consider yourself warned.



It might actually be the best sex I've had so far. Which truly just proves how much of a kinky little bitch I am. Oh yes, I said it. Not that many people who knows me, would think I'm submissive. Well. A selected few, maybe. But finding emotional release in pain, and taking the kind of words into my mouth as I do, when told to beg? I really doubt anyone but he would see it coming. Heh, who the hell would even think I'd ever beg?!
But humiliation is part of the game. And you humiliate yourself voluntarily, when you beg. I could refuse, and take the punishment. But if you want something bad enough.. ^.^

I was burning to begin with. Laying almost naked against someone, being warmed and caressed and played with, does that to you. The punishment for talking back and then jumping to answer incorrectly, only increased the heat. In some areas more then others. But good girls say sorry and thank you, and does it throrougly. A good girl pleases her master, in any way he sees fit. And sometimes, if she does real good, and asks nicely, she gets rewarded.

Rewards don't come without a little taunting, though. Like being ordered to hold back, till given permission to let go. With threats of punishments worse then ever before, if I didn't contain myself. Which was made even harder by the commanding whispers, because the mere tone of his voice adds to my lack of control. When the permission was finally given, I thought I would pass out from bliss. I think I screamed a little, but I was no-where near aware enough to really know for sure. I know I was gasping when I came back to reality. I know I was too dizzy to realize when it happened, but at some point I was shifted into a different position. Probably for better control of my body when I'd thrash and kick again. Cause I was held back again. Commanded to. And again it's fuzzy at the edges, but I think I begged all on my own that time. "'Please' is a good word."

He could have asked anything of me, right then and there. By the time it ebbed out, I was begging for something else, that I was not granted. I did not deserve it, I was told, and though I could have pleaded more, I was not unhappy to finish it the way it started. I'm never unhappy to do that. On the contrary. It's the feel, the scent, the taste, but most of all, the sound. Hearing his pleasure is what I strive after, my goal. It has a scaringly strong effect on me.

I was lightheaded, and my legs were shaking, after. And the request to open a window was already on my mind by the time he asked. And turning back towards the bed, seeing the mess his hair had become, and how his half-discarded clothes were positioned, was priceless. I think I do regret not getting the camera, hun ^.^
I'm gonna vote for doing the massage thing more often. Perhaps also when I'm not shaking like a leaf, and have absolutely no musclepower left XD


Mmm, a road I definitely want to go down more often. Not to say constantly.