serijules
just seri
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I wrote a verrrrah lonnggg possst in my journal about my week in PA with Ma'am, but it has all kinds of boring vanilla stuff in it, so I decided to just pull out the kink parts and post here for my kinky friends to enjoy 
Will be a bit choppy, but you get the gist.
* * *
Ma'am got out the toybag and beat her slave all up...canes, dragon tails, things I don't recall....and then she did my new favouritest thing evah...cane fucking. Bringing the cane down on my thighs and mound...then fucking me with it, pressing that slender rod into my cunt and tapping, drumming or just plain fucks me with it. I just looveeeeee it, it's so primal and turns me on like nothing else. I ended up on my hands and knees with Ma'ams hand all up my cunt fucking the hell out of me to result in what has to be the longest orgasm I've ever had. It just kept coming and coming, not so much multiple TIMES but a long run of pleasures that kept surging and tapering off and surging again. Damn that was good and so very much worth all the months of denial and suffering for her. I felt like such a slut and I love that feeling, I love how dirty and slutty she makes me feel just by watching me, touching me like that, controlling the very basics of my sexuality. Lovely stuff, lovely stuff.
And the punching....she punches me, deep, hard punches that leave me just gasping for breath and scared out of my wits for the fist to land again. My body betrays me, my cunt dripped and seeping with each punch. All over my thighs, my arms, my back and chest. She leaves my stomach be, but I know it isn't off limits. Punching puts me in a violent mood, a mood that makes me crave more and more pain, deeper levels of fear. She'll slap me now and again and I have to fight that urge to lash out, to express the inexplainable anger that bubbles just below the surface. It's an intense slave mode, yet at the same time it's a very fragile mode, one that I could very easily abandon and lash out. It's like she's taunting me, daring me, and knowing I'll never abandon my training. The punches leave deep bruises, ones you can't see on the surface but make themselves known with every move, every touch. I love the violence, I love the fear and pain and depth of slavery it takes me to.
Long after she fell asleep that night I lay in bed, shaking and needful, wishing for more, feeling a desperate desire to be completely taken down to a sobbing, begging mess. I was nearly in tears from the need of it, the desperation to give myself to her.
The rest of the evening was very lovely as well, although not to be shared. Some things gotta stay private ya know. Fell asleep with a smile on my face and cuddled next to my Owner. Does life get any better than that?
* * *
Went home to get ready to go to the club that night. I love the club in Pitts, it's very cozy, the owners are fantastically nice and they have a great setup...I really like it. Ma'am had me undress and get on a leather padded pony with siderails. I was a bit concerned about being on it, it looked really uncomfortable to me and I was afraid my back would hurt trying to stay in position, but it was surprisingly very comfortable if not rather exposing. I wonder how I can get my dad to build me one of those without him suspecting anything....snort
Ma'am proceeded to beat the snot out of me, literally. I don't think I've ever cried that hard in a scene...I had snot just dripping down my face and tears falling in rivers. At first I tried to keep my head (and my dignity) up but eventually I just gave in and rested my cheek on the leather padding, snot and tears and all. It was oddly comforting to give in like that.
She didn't hold anything back at all, using the dragon tails and straps hard and mercilessly. I screamed, I cried, I sobbed....it was incredibly intense. It hurt like HELL, but it just felt really good to let go like that, to see Ma'am be able to unleash the way she craves without worrying about who hears what or even worry how I feel. Hopefully will write more on that later.
* * *
That evening Ma'am pulled out the needle and scalpel box, or as I affectionately think of it, the Bloody Box. Prepped the side of my left breast with sterile stuff and proceeded to insert needles into my flesh, one by one. I dropped immediately into a shaky, needful, full-on slave mode....I get quiet and my body quivers and I just crave everything she dishes out like it's candy and I have an insatiable sweet-tooth. The needles were complemented with scalpel marks, prison marks as Ma'am dubbed them. Four in a row with one crossing them on my left breast....for the month of May. 3 lines in a row on my right, for the 3rd. She took the needles out and dragged them across my flesh, leaving long blood trails, then pressed the needles into my nipple. I wondered for a moment if she would simply push the needle right through, piercing me. Scared she would. Terrified she wouldn't. She didn't....but she did press hard enough to make me bleed, gathering up a drop of blood on her fingertip and wiping it across my gagged lip. I was so hungry to lick it off, annoyed at the gag for preventing the tasting. She tasted for me, gathering the second drop and licking it off her fingertips, and then again. My eyes were burning with need by then, watching my Owner taste my blood, watching that primal, violent loveliness creep into her eyes and bust out in her smile and she made me bleed and tasted her efforts.
* * *
Partway through the game Ma'am text on my phone that she had this urge to choke me with her terrible towel (I was sitting on the floor between her legs). I told her that was not proper Steelers Fan Attitude. A bit later, she did just that, wrapping the towel around my neck and choking me with it until I could see stars in my vision blinking to the beat of my heart and feel my consciousness slowly fading, helpless to do anything and not wanting to struggle and draw attention to us. It felt so...I don't even have a word for it, to have this little edgy moment between us in a room full of probably oblivious people, and she's never choked me to the point I've seen stars and been that close to blacking out before. That dropped me right into a quiet puddle of wetness for awhile and the rest of the game was a bit of a blur, all I could think of was her hands on my neck and her palm on my face.
* * *
Woke up at 9 that morning and proceeded to have the most fun we could in two hours, heh. Had to pick up the pottery and meet the others for lunch at 11ish, so had two hours to play and spend alone before lunch and airport. Cuddled, talked, played with nipples, pinched bruises, a bit of punching and then Ma'am had me shave her. I really need to find some tips on this to do a better job, do it faster and neater and less clumsy! I very much enjoy the service but I just need to get more skilled and smooth at it. Ma'am ordered me into the shower and watched me wash my hair and body, which was interesting. We've showered together before, but it's not the same when you are showering together to save time versus being WATCHED. Usually showering and bathroom time in general is the one and only privacy I have while with her so it was a new feeling to have that privacy taken away.
As a reward for good service (yay for pleasing her!) she allowed me to orgasm while she held the massage of the showerhead on me....ohhhh my god did that feel good. It's been a LONG time since I had a proper shower head orgasm as my own shower heads the past few years have for some reason had good water pressure for normal spray but sucky for massage and it's one of my favourite ways to masturbate (not that masturbation happens very often anymore). Having her control it and watch me writhe and hold my cunt open for her on the floor of her shower made it especially humiliating. I find masturbation by shower humiliating to start with for some reason. The orgasm from that was wonderful...I could have easily begged for many more if we'd had the time.
I stumbled out of the shower into her room and lay down on the bed...she ordered me to stay there while she dressed, then suddenly was shoving her purple cock into my cunt and fucking the hell out of me with it. It HURT....I was still feeling shaky from the shower orgasm and I am not generally a multi-orgasmic person....once I orgasm, I tend to feel turned off and "done" for a bit. MOST of the time, not always. It was hard to relax and open up to the fucking but I was still so horny from months of denial on top of a lot of teasing and very few orgasms that the pain felt good. Not that I had a choice either way. I writhed and moaned and ouched on the bed for a bit before begging Ma'am to allow me to touch, which she did after sneering at me what a fucking slut I was, which only made me hornier. I slipped my fingers between my lips desperately, rubbing that 'just right' spot while her cock pounded into me, trying to weed out the pleasurable feeling of my finger stroking amoungst the pain of the thrusting dildo.
When I finally came, it was intense, that delicious mixture of pain and pleasure blended so well I could barely distinguish the two; the orgasm itself was painful, yet in a good way. I don't think I've felt an orgasm quite like that before. I've certainly felt pain and pleasure mingle, but this was more than mingling, more than co-existing, it was more of a mesh of the two, something like two trains heading towards one another at high speed and crashing headfirst so one is indistinguishable from the other, but the scene as a whole is dramatic and violent. Mmmhmm....
Will be a bit choppy, but you get the gist.* * *
Ma'am got out the toybag and beat her slave all up...canes, dragon tails, things I don't recall....and then she did my new favouritest thing evah...cane fucking. Bringing the cane down on my thighs and mound...then fucking me with it, pressing that slender rod into my cunt and tapping, drumming or just plain fucks me with it. I just looveeeeee it, it's so primal and turns me on like nothing else. I ended up on my hands and knees with Ma'ams hand all up my cunt fucking the hell out of me to result in what has to be the longest orgasm I've ever had. It just kept coming and coming, not so much multiple TIMES but a long run of pleasures that kept surging and tapering off and surging again. Damn that was good and so very much worth all the months of denial and suffering for her. I felt like such a slut and I love that feeling, I love how dirty and slutty she makes me feel just by watching me, touching me like that, controlling the very basics of my sexuality. Lovely stuff, lovely stuff.
And the punching....she punches me, deep, hard punches that leave me just gasping for breath and scared out of my wits for the fist to land again. My body betrays me, my cunt dripped and seeping with each punch. All over my thighs, my arms, my back and chest. She leaves my stomach be, but I know it isn't off limits. Punching puts me in a violent mood, a mood that makes me crave more and more pain, deeper levels of fear. She'll slap me now and again and I have to fight that urge to lash out, to express the inexplainable anger that bubbles just below the surface. It's an intense slave mode, yet at the same time it's a very fragile mode, one that I could very easily abandon and lash out. It's like she's taunting me, daring me, and knowing I'll never abandon my training. The punches leave deep bruises, ones you can't see on the surface but make themselves known with every move, every touch. I love the violence, I love the fear and pain and depth of slavery it takes me to.
Long after she fell asleep that night I lay in bed, shaking and needful, wishing for more, feeling a desperate desire to be completely taken down to a sobbing, begging mess. I was nearly in tears from the need of it, the desperation to give myself to her.
The rest of the evening was very lovely as well, although not to be shared. Some things gotta stay private ya know. Fell asleep with a smile on my face and cuddled next to my Owner. Does life get any better than that?
* * *
Went home to get ready to go to the club that night. I love the club in Pitts, it's very cozy, the owners are fantastically nice and they have a great setup...I really like it. Ma'am had me undress and get on a leather padded pony with siderails. I was a bit concerned about being on it, it looked really uncomfortable to me and I was afraid my back would hurt trying to stay in position, but it was surprisingly very comfortable if not rather exposing. I wonder how I can get my dad to build me one of those without him suspecting anything....snort
Ma'am proceeded to beat the snot out of me, literally. I don't think I've ever cried that hard in a scene...I had snot just dripping down my face and tears falling in rivers. At first I tried to keep my head (and my dignity) up but eventually I just gave in and rested my cheek on the leather padding, snot and tears and all. It was oddly comforting to give in like that.
She didn't hold anything back at all, using the dragon tails and straps hard and mercilessly. I screamed, I cried, I sobbed....it was incredibly intense. It hurt like HELL, but it just felt really good to let go like that, to see Ma'am be able to unleash the way she craves without worrying about who hears what or even worry how I feel. Hopefully will write more on that later.
* * *
That evening Ma'am pulled out the needle and scalpel box, or as I affectionately think of it, the Bloody Box. Prepped the side of my left breast with sterile stuff and proceeded to insert needles into my flesh, one by one. I dropped immediately into a shaky, needful, full-on slave mode....I get quiet and my body quivers and I just crave everything she dishes out like it's candy and I have an insatiable sweet-tooth. The needles were complemented with scalpel marks, prison marks as Ma'am dubbed them. Four in a row with one crossing them on my left breast....for the month of May. 3 lines in a row on my right, for the 3rd. She took the needles out and dragged them across my flesh, leaving long blood trails, then pressed the needles into my nipple. I wondered for a moment if she would simply push the needle right through, piercing me. Scared she would. Terrified she wouldn't. She didn't....but she did press hard enough to make me bleed, gathering up a drop of blood on her fingertip and wiping it across my gagged lip. I was so hungry to lick it off, annoyed at the gag for preventing the tasting. She tasted for me, gathering the second drop and licking it off her fingertips, and then again. My eyes were burning with need by then, watching my Owner taste my blood, watching that primal, violent loveliness creep into her eyes and bust out in her smile and she made me bleed and tasted her efforts.
* * *
Partway through the game Ma'am text on my phone that she had this urge to choke me with her terrible towel (I was sitting on the floor between her legs). I told her that was not proper Steelers Fan Attitude. A bit later, she did just that, wrapping the towel around my neck and choking me with it until I could see stars in my vision blinking to the beat of my heart and feel my consciousness slowly fading, helpless to do anything and not wanting to struggle and draw attention to us. It felt so...I don't even have a word for it, to have this little edgy moment between us in a room full of probably oblivious people, and she's never choked me to the point I've seen stars and been that close to blacking out before. That dropped me right into a quiet puddle of wetness for awhile and the rest of the game was a bit of a blur, all I could think of was her hands on my neck and her palm on my face.
* * *
Woke up at 9 that morning and proceeded to have the most fun we could in two hours, heh. Had to pick up the pottery and meet the others for lunch at 11ish, so had two hours to play and spend alone before lunch and airport. Cuddled, talked, played with nipples, pinched bruises, a bit of punching and then Ma'am had me shave her. I really need to find some tips on this to do a better job, do it faster and neater and less clumsy! I very much enjoy the service but I just need to get more skilled and smooth at it. Ma'am ordered me into the shower and watched me wash my hair and body, which was interesting. We've showered together before, but it's not the same when you are showering together to save time versus being WATCHED. Usually showering and bathroom time in general is the one and only privacy I have while with her so it was a new feeling to have that privacy taken away.
As a reward for good service (yay for pleasing her!) she allowed me to orgasm while she held the massage of the showerhead on me....ohhhh my god did that feel good. It's been a LONG time since I had a proper shower head orgasm as my own shower heads the past few years have for some reason had good water pressure for normal spray but sucky for massage and it's one of my favourite ways to masturbate (not that masturbation happens very often anymore). Having her control it and watch me writhe and hold my cunt open for her on the floor of her shower made it especially humiliating. I find masturbation by shower humiliating to start with for some reason. The orgasm from that was wonderful...I could have easily begged for many more if we'd had the time.
I stumbled out of the shower into her room and lay down on the bed...she ordered me to stay there while she dressed, then suddenly was shoving her purple cock into my cunt and fucking the hell out of me with it. It HURT....I was still feeling shaky from the shower orgasm and I am not generally a multi-orgasmic person....once I orgasm, I tend to feel turned off and "done" for a bit. MOST of the time, not always. It was hard to relax and open up to the fucking but I was still so horny from months of denial on top of a lot of teasing and very few orgasms that the pain felt good. Not that I had a choice either way. I writhed and moaned and ouched on the bed for a bit before begging Ma'am to allow me to touch, which she did after sneering at me what a fucking slut I was, which only made me hornier. I slipped my fingers between my lips desperately, rubbing that 'just right' spot while her cock pounded into me, trying to weed out the pleasurable feeling of my finger stroking amoungst the pain of the thrusting dildo.
When I finally came, it was intense, that delicious mixture of pain and pleasure blended so well I could barely distinguish the two; the orgasm itself was painful, yet in a good way. I don't think I've felt an orgasm quite like that before. I've certainly felt pain and pleasure mingle, but this was more than mingling, more than co-existing, it was more of a mesh of the two, something like two trains heading towards one another at high speed and crashing headfirst so one is indistinguishable from the other, but the scene as a whole is dramatic and violent. Mmmhmm....
