Taking

Master commented after my post a few days ago about the spanking we had, that he likes when I post about the play because I don’t generally talk about it with him. He gave a good analogy but right now I can’t seem to remember what it was. The gist was that if I don’t talk about it he doesn’t know how it affects me of how I thought about it. I have refrained from posting much about the playtime we engage in only because I don’t want it to be the main focus; if I want to read erotica and smut there are plenty of places I can find that. I also know that ONLY writing about playtime would take away from the real reason this blog is here: to share my submissive feelings and grow within my role. But, that being said, I think I will try to share bits and pieces of play, and how I’m feeling and reacting so that he can see. Aren’t you lucky readers!

Last night was one of those intense sessions that was spontaneous and unexpected. In fact I had said to Master that I was really tired and not in the mood for sex. He seemed put off, but then I said, “But if you want to use me as a cunt, I am available.” I think in my mind I wanted to make sure he knew that even when I say I’m not in the mood that he can have me if he really wants me. It’s like the closing of a door, opens a window (not to totally corrode the quote “When God closes a door he opens a window”). He took it.

“I’m going to take what I want.”

I was prepared for rough sex, just taking whatever he gave, but he had more in mind. Rummaging through the toybox instantly I was curious and hoping my sleepiness didn’t affect whatever he was planning. He pulled out wrist cuffs, blindfold, gag small spreader bar and ear plugs. Oh Lord, a whole sensory deprivation trip. Honestly I was game.

He got me all trussed up with the wrist cuffs threaded through the spaces in our headboard, the spreader bar attached to them so that I couldn’t reach my other hand if I wanted to. Blindfold was tightly in place and the gag stretched my mouth open and muffled my noises. The ear plugs were crammed in my ears and I was in total silence, dark and unable to speak either. It was instant subbie space; it really was. I laid there in wait.

Then I felt cold metal on my chest. The horrible clover clamps came out. I hate those things more than I care to admit. Yes they are pretty, yes they look nice when I’m not moving, but I knew what he had in mind. He was going to fuck me hard and watch my tits bounce and the pain that I would be feeling as the clamps yanked on my nipples was not to be looked forward to. On they went and he mounted me almost immediately.

Whimpers could not be loud enough for me. I couldn’t reach my poor boobs, I sure tried. One hand down while the other was way up, and then the other switched places. Not really reaching them but somehow providing mental comfort to my aching tits. He pulled the chain and I saw stars. Flashing in front of me behind the blindfold I thought I was going to loose my nipples. The fucking was great, the nipples objected. He took them off OUCH.

~~ on a side, I do like breast play, and I my nipples are usually very insensitive to gentle play. I guess it’s a balance I haven’t gotten used to yet, but I do hope someday I will.

Now he fucked me hard, and bent my legs almost up over my head. This sent me through a loop. As anyone who has a bit extra in the middle knows, you fold yourself in half like that and you cut down the amount of space your lungs can expand. I was gasping. Now the gag didn’t aid in that at all in fact I was struggling to take in breath fast enough for the gasps exhaling me just as quickly. I admit I did panic there a bit. We’ve never even discussed breath play at all and due to my fear of suffocating I don’t even sleep with the sheet over my face. This sent me through a loop. He peaked under my blindfold, still jamming away at my cunt and asked if I was okay, at least I think that’s what he said. I blinked and mumbled. Hopefully he got that I was just trying to breathe but my mental state was fine.

This went on for awhile, pretty good in my state and then he pulled out and I could feel his cum coating my pussy lips. He didn’t even allow me the pleasure of feeling him cum inside me (which I love!). I felt completely owned.

He untied me and released me from my dark, silent prison. We cuddled for awhile and told me what a good girl/slut I was. I was just enjoying my Master and assured that I was in the perfect place. Right there by his side.

–luna

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1. On Display
2. Play Date
3. I cried
4. Immobility
5. Can’t cry