Archive - Jun 24, 2009

She screamed in joy as she was brought to another orgasm at his hands. Or rather, at his mouth.

He scooted up to her face, and they kissed.

"Your turn now!" she said. Of course, she only meant that it was his turn to get a good, hard tease. The only orgasms he had gotten in the last two weeks were ruined ones, and he wouldn't be getting a real one until he had filled a shot glass with cum.

She went down, sucking his already-hard cock, both of them moaning with pleasure. It was barely a minute before he was at the edge and she had to stop.

He instinctively moaned in disappointment as she came up and kissed him again.

And I made it through another two days! I ended with another "ruined" orgasm, or as I call it, the Little O. Despite knowing how fleeting and unsatisfying it would be, I was really looking forward to it. I really must be nuts.

This one was actually rather pleasant. Not orgasmically so, but nice. I slept like a baby afterward, and only woke up kinda horny, instead of with a raging hardon like I usually do. I edged 3 times when I woke up, just little quickie teases instead of the long, drawn-out ride.

The little cup is now at around 25mL. (Hard to say, as there's no marks between 15 and 30

My dear master,

Thank you for the past few days. Thank you for teasing me, thank you for denying me. Thank you for using me, your property. The last tease that I blogged about was tough, as you know; I fell hard and fast and it was difficult to come back out. I felt frightened, a little, at what we both had done to me.

Thank you for making these last teases more gentle. Thank you for pulling me back when I got too deep. Thank you for the nipple sticks, and the clothspins; thank you for talking me through the pain. Thank you for enjoying it as much as I did.

Thank you for the gentle touches, and for the harder ones. The small circles and the long strokes. For touching my breasts and my belly, my pussy lips and my thighs. Thank you for not touching my clit, at all, until the end. Three strokes, up from the bottom, across my wet cunt, dipping into the wetness and drawing it up, over the inner lips, up to my clit, over my clit, counting, counting, and... Off. And again. And again. Three times one night, five another. One time you let me hover my finger over my clit and just strain to reach it, to rub my clit against my finger instead of my finger against my clit.

Brief notes from the day, as relayed by SMS.

9:16AM
M: Just had a flash, imagining you in rope harness today, beneath your clothes, embracing you tightly, reminding you of your status as my property, my flesh, my slave...

L: I need no reminders, my master. I am always aware that I am yours.

M: Yes, you are mine, your body belongs to me; to caress with rope, to dress you as I wish, to use you for my pleasure.

L: It is my pleasure to be used as it is your pleasure to use me. In the absence of your orders I try to treat your property as you wish, but I only wait for your command to do anything differently.