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The Weekend, part 1

Here's one of many sexy events that happened in one weekend, in the mid 1990s, with a deliciously kinky and gorgeous young lady who was also my 24/7 livestyle slave. We put aside all our obligations and activities that weekend, to be purely master and servant, with sex all weekend long.

I blindfolded her and tied her to a reclining chair, legs spread. bullet vibe inside her. Another small vibe strapped to her clit. Feathers hung down from the ceiling, tickling her exquisitely-sensitive nipples.

Fireworks in March for t .

Well I finally allowed her to cum. Don't ask how long it's been--I'm not sure. Around a month I think. Wrist and ankle cuffs stretched to the corners of th bed, the crop on thighs, arms, breasts, thighs, the little G-spot vibe inside, the out, replaced with cock--alternating between penetrating deep inside to her mouth and back again. Made a bit of a discovery--at least last night, it turns out if you make her keep her eyes open while you're vibrating her towards orbit she can't quite get there--just pants and looks with pleading eyes and turns red in the chest and face but just doesen't quite get the cum. Then it goes down for a few moments and repeats. Wants it wants it wants it, has permission, but still can't get there. Eyes close, ok--almost there, but the vibrator is pulled away. I said keep your eyes open and thank me when you cum. Finally manages to start cumming, thanking her Master, only then instructed to close her eyes and cum for real--which she did. Waves of total body pleasure at the mercy of the Hitachi Magic Wand. It'll stop when I want it to stop.

The Artist

I had no idea what was happening to me, but whatever it was, it was driving me crazy. It felt a bit like stimulation, like touch, but more like... a tingling? I wasn't sure what exactly. After a while, every sensitive spot in my body was being pelted with hundreds of tiny embers of arousal. "Please... oh please..." I mouthed. I don't know if she heard me. She put her hand lightly on my chest, and another on the top of my head, and bent over to kiss me sweetly. "Just relax, Babe," she said, "Lay back, and enjoy it, because I'm going to keep you like this for at least an hour." Word of advice: never date an artist. She left the studio.

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A frustrating tease!

It's been a week since my only orgasm this year. My need level has built up faster than it usually does, and that is despite being sick this week! I haven't had a lot of serious teasing. In fact, I've only been "edged" once and that was Sunday, the day after my orgasm.

But last night while we were watching a movie, he started "nearly" playing with me. For about an hour and a half he toyed with my pussy, but only touched my clit about 4 times! And the touches were so brief, they only added to the growing momentum and frustration.

He started by stroking my legs and pushing them open in his lap. (I was lying perpendicular to him on the sofa.)

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my amazing birthday present.....the worst year of my life!!

Ok, where do i start....? I guess i should start with New Year! I went to stay with my master over New Year but was aware that i would not be allowed an orgasm until my birthday which happened to be one month later on the first of february. At around 11:30 on New Year's Eve, master decided to have a little play and perform the nicest oral i have ever experienced....naturally, i grew closer and closer to the edge and knew that the only way i would get my release would be to bargain with him. So, i asked master if in return for an orgasm, would he be happy with me waiting a six months, once my birthday had passed, until my next orgasm....master seemed happy with this and at 11:57 he allowed me to cum! It was fantastic and definately the best possible way to end my 2006.

HE Told Me to Write My Feelings

I sit here after talking with you this morning, aroused, turned on, pussy wet trying to figure out how to put all of these feelings and thoughts in writing. Even as I type this, I feel my heart beating faster, breathe quickening and pussy getting wetter, knowing that I will be waiting patiently for you tonight while you read this email. My thoughts keep reliving things that we have done. Simple things like asking permission to use the lady's room at dinner, to the way it felt when you first touched me that night at my truck. How bad my body wanted to feel your touch, your kiss, your hands on my breasts, your breathe on my neck. How intense it was when you left me there, breasts somewhat exposed, unable to move until you were gone. I stood there praying that I waited long enough before I moved, dreading the fact that you would not speak to me for a week if I moved to quickly.

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