Slutty Masturbating Lucy

I was originally going to write this as two separate entries, but I changed my mind. (I'm a woman, it's our prerogative, don't ya know? ;-D ) These two events tie in to one another, and that's why I'm going to write about them together.


There was nothing special or out of the ordinary about this day. It was just like any other day. Well that's what I thought, until it happened.

I was lying on my back, in bed masturbating. (Nothing unusual). Normally I like to lie on my back when I play, but this day I wanted something different. I wanted a change. So I switch positions. I'm now kneeling, my arse in the air, and with my head to the side, on the pillow. With one hand I'm diddling my clit, with the other I'm pumping my favourite vibrator in and out of my cunt. He'd been coming in and out of the room, checking in on me. Master likes to watch me when I play. It was when He was out of the room that I decided to switch positions. He came back in and was surprised to find me no longer on my back. (Very, very rarely do I masturbate not lying on my back).

I continue masturbating as He decides to stay with me. By this point, I had been masturbating for a while and was edging myself closer to cumming. I could feel the pleasure rising when He decides to give me a hand. For no other reason except that He can, He decided to start giving me a spanking. I was a little taken by surprise but pleased He was joining in. And to be honest, it shouldn't have been that surprising, given that my arse was presented in the perfect position for obtaining a spanking.

He started with His hand. Although He worked up to the harder hits, it didn't feel as if He started very soft. I love pain, I am a pain slut so it didn't come as any great surprise that Him spanking me would fuel my arousal. I could feel myself getting closer each time He hit my arse. And then He stopped. I couldn't see Him, but I could hear that He was looking for something, rummaging around. And then I heard it. That unmistakable sound. The sound that sent shivers down my spine and made my cunt drip that little bit more. (Okay, a lot more). He was pulling His belt from His work pants. I knew what was coming and I wanted it. I knew it would hurt more this time than any other. I knew He was going to hit me harder than He had before. And there was that delicious feeling of wanting it happen, but also being apprehensive about how hard it was going to be. (I should mention here that although He has spanked me before, on multiple occasions, the belt has not been a tool that He has used seriously. Up until this point, He had only playfully hit me with it.)

I didn't miss a beat and never stopped masturbating, even when the first hit came. It hurt, it stung, and above all else it fueled my need to continue. I kept furiously rubbing clitty and fucking myself with my beloved plastic lover. My speed increased as the belt continued to land on my arse, sometimes moving higher, other times moving lower. And then it happened. My body loved Him hitting me with his belt so much that I came over and over again. That wonderful mix of pleasure and pain had sent me over the edge. Sure my arse was red and tender, but it wasn't until later that I realised that from His spanking, He had bruised me. Now, I've had bruises from Him before, but nothing like this! And I couldn't help myself from looking at my bruised arse whenever I had the chance. I even went clothes shopping the next day and got an awesome view in the change room mirror. And I just HAD to take photo's to document the occasion.

He had marked me, and every time I sat down I was reminded of that.


Skip ahead a few days ahead to yesterday. I was His good little girl as usual and was sitting on the floor, watching Him stroke His nice hard cock while He watched other women masturbate. When instructed I went ahead with my duties as the good sub that I am. I was eager. I always am. I just love it when He pulls my head into His balls and instructs me to lick and suck. I helped Master shoot His load while He was thinking of fucking those women.

We migrated to the bedroom to continue my fun. He lay down beside me and started playing with my breasts and nipples. My left nipple was sore, but my right was normal, thus began the gentle touches and caresses on the left and the rough and hard on the right. (It never ceases to amaze me just how much more sensitive my nipples are since I've had them pierced.) I love Him being rough with me and I especially love Him being rough with my nipples and tits. Not much attention was paid to my left breast, as it was obvious from my moaning and picking up the speed in which I was fucking myself, that I was enjoying the roughness far more than I was the gentle caresses. He started counting down. He was giving me four minutes to get myself off. When He reached 0, I was to cum. I failed. I wasn't ready yet. I wanted it to last longer. I was bad. He was disappointed with me. I hadn't done as I was told.

It was then that He stopped. He got up, stood at the door and told me that given that I hadn't cum, it was obvious that I wanted it to last longer. "You'll be punished at a later date for not obeying me" He said. He put the alarm cock on my side of the bed, checked if I could see it without my glasses and told me that I had to continue masturbating for another 30minutes. I could cum as many times as I liked, but my plastic lover had to be in my cunt and turned on at all times. "And I want you to lay here thinking about what a bad little girl you've been." He told me that He would be coming back to check I wasn't cheating. "Cheating?" I asked. "Just to see that you aren't lying there after you've cum just enjoying the sensation". I nodded my head just before He walked out.

It sounds wonderful doesn't it? This isn't punishment, He's giving me exactly what I want, right? I wanted to masturbate for longer, and He's telling me to do exactly that. Wrong. You see as much as I wanted to continue, I didn't want to have to do it in someone else's time. I wanted to continue, but stop when I wanted. That was not to happen.

Five minutes into the 30 minutes and I was already so close. I was so aroused from helping with His jerk and from the pain He had inflicted on my breast earlier that I was finding it rather difficult to stop myself from cumming. I only had the vibe on medium, but with how aroused I was, even that was making me want to cum. I had a choice. 1) I hold off from cumming and draw out the pleasure I was feeling. Or 2) I could push myself over the edge to orgasm and then keep masturbating until time was up. I debated my choices for quite awhile (while still continuing to follow His orders). My decision was made. This was feeling WAY too good for me to ease off. I wanted to orgasm. I wanted to shudder and shake and cry out in pleasure. And I wanted that NOW! I orgasmed hard and I orgasmed long. I cried out because it was feeling too good to stay quiet. And then I continued masturbating. He came in not long after my orgasms and as I looked up at Him with my happy smiling face He said "Good girl", His eyes scanning my body. He stayed to watch.

Closer to time being up, He stands beside the bed, looking over me and says "Oooh not long now. Only a few minutes and you'll have to stop". I groan. By this point I had worked myself up and wanted to cum again. (That was expected wasn't it? Given that I was being forced to masturbate). He starts helping me. Being rough with my breasts, biting me all over my neck and shoulders. This helps. Of god how I love it when He hurts me. It didn't take long for all the stimulation to do the trick. In no time I was panting and crying out, enjoying the pleasure and pain that had edged me closer. I orgasmed as He manipulated my breast and nipple and continued biting me. Mmmm...such sweet times.

Soon after I notice little red spots on my breast. They're nothing unusual after rough play. He notices that I have also acquired my first love bite. (Not as bad as it could have been, but still obvious if not covered). It's what I noticed later that surprised me. On the outer side of my breast was a bruise. And I'm talking serious dark blue kinda bruise. Now this I've never had. This He's never done before now. The bruise itself is a bit bigger than the circle you make when putting together your thumb and middle finger (on the same hand obviously). 21hours later it's spread out a little, it's still just as dark and is quite tender. It's an eyesore, it's a true bruise. But again I can't stop looking at it. Just as I couldn't stop looking my bruised arse (and those bruises were nothing compared to this sucker).

I am a pain slut. I love it when He marks me. For in that moment, not only do I have the memory. But for days to come I'm reminded of Him whenever I see the marks.

Enema Virgin No More

Well I guess the title gives away the plot for this update now doesn't it? lol. As the title implies, I have now had an enema. You may remember a previous post where I was talking about how frightening I found the whole idea of an enema..well that hadn't changed a helluva lot, just kinda shifted a little.

I decided that I wanted to try giving myself an enema first, before Master and I did it together. Why? To be completely honest, I was curious and I wanted to have some idea of what to expect when we did it together (He gave me one). And by god am I glad I did!

Now I did all the reading on the box, and quite a fair bit of reading online before I did it, so I was well prepared. I was in the bathroom, lying on a towel on the floor with my pillow beneath my head. I didn't use a bag, instead I used the tube kind and placed one end in me and the other end in a clean ice-cream container of water. I knew that I had to measure the temperature, which I did with an electronic thermometer and was quite impressed with myself when I got the right temp first go.

So I was all set up. I lay face-up on the towel, positioned myself right, inserted the one end into my arse and the other in the ice-cream container. Now I should add in here that I didn't actually do it properly. I should have had the water in the tube ready to go before inserting it in to my arse, I did not. Which meant that for awhile there I was simply pushing air in. But eventually I got it right and it was all working fine.

One thing that struck me was that I thought I would be able to feel the water as it was going in, but I couldn't. The only way that I knew that I was doing it properly was that the ball pump thing in the middle of the tube was getting heavy (filling with water) and I started to feel 'full'. I stopped when I felt like I'd had enough (and in hindsight I could have taken more had I not been inserting air when it was supposed to be water). But anyway, as I lay there I felt that cramping feeling which I knew would come. It wasn't painful, it was just uncomfortable. It was just like when you need to go to the toilet to use your bowels and sometimes you get that cramping feeling. Well an enema is like that, except a bit more forceful I guess you could say. It's a more intense type of cramping. As I said, it was uncomfortable, but not painful.

Okay, so I'll skip over the specifics. It's not exactly 'nice' the whole expelling business, but that's what happens. And ultimately that's the whole point of having an enema. All in all, after setting up, administering the enema and finishing it..it was over within an hour. It was certainly a different experience, and one that I'm glad I did on my own for the first time. Now I know what to expect.

Master and I discussed it all yesterday afternoon when He got home. He wasn't upset that I didn't wait to do it with Him, He understood where I was coming from. Prior to yesterday I was concerned about what the whole expelling process would be like...and now that I know...it's certainly not something that I want to have to share with anyone. I might be a slut, but I still have dignity, am still a lady and do not want someone hearing or listening to my bodily functions.
It all worked out very well. Would I go back for another? Yes. Will I do it soon? Maybe, that depends on whether He wants to use my arse or not. Will I continue to do it on a regular basis if it was my choice? Probably not. Every now and again is fine, but I'm pretty sure it won't become a ritual of mine.

Now sorry to disappoint, but there was no anal fun after He got home. Although I did direct Him to His computer to where a folder was opened which contained a helluva lot of girly pictures that I downloaded for Him yesterday. He masturbated to these. And as He did, I was His good little girl, sitting on the floor, my eyes fixated on His hand pumping His hard cock, with my legs spread diddling clitty until He came. I didn't continue playing then but left it for later after dinner.

Maybe next time I have an enema He'll want to try out His little slut's arsehole? Mmm..I can only hope ;-)

The Big Move

Well everyone I'm finally here!! (It's about bloody time!) Nothing much has happened, after all I've only been here a couple of days. All my stuff is still packed up except for the bear essentials at this stage. We'll have to sort something out soon, the boxes and bags of my belongings are an eye sore.

The night I arrived, I was lucky enough to watch Him masturbate (and help when He wanted me to). It's so great being able to watch Him, I have missed it so much. I was a good girl and helped His masturbation along by licking and sucking on His balls for a little while. We were in the computer room and He arranged a line of cushions for me to lay down on. I did as I was told and lay on my back with my legs spread wide, with my body from my breasts up under His computer desk.

We didn't make love.
We never make love.

He didn't fuck me.
He never fucks me.

Master always uses me, and that's what He did. He used my sloppy (His term) cunt to masturbate His cock in, while watching porn on the computer and imagining that He was fucking those women, instead of using His dildo whore. I am His masturbation aid and His masturbation toy. I am also His masturbation doll. I was instructed to open my mouth while He was using my cunt, and to keep it open. Why? So I looked the part of His masturbation doll, His blow up doll. And then He told me that I was competing against blow up dolls and He's right. After all, it makes no difference to Him whether He uses my sloppy cunt or the cunt-hole in a blow up doll. To Him it's just another hole to help Him enjoy His masturbation. And regardless of whether it's my hole or the hole of a blow up doll, Master never has to worry about whether anyone else needs to come.

He pulled out, stopped using me and started to jerk again. God I love to watch that! Then He wanted me on my hands and knees; I was a good girl. He started using my sloppy cunt again, telling me that it was better this way as He could see the porn much better. I really love it when he uses me while thinking about fucking the women He's watching. Using me doggy-style didn't last for too long before He pulled out and started jerking again.

He was sitting on the computer chair, with me on the floor as He pulled me in, and pushed my mouth to His balls. I licked and sucked and so badly wanted Him to cum. I really wanted to see Him cum again. He started jerking faster as He stood up. I adjusted my vision and looked up at Him jerking His hard cock like a dog looks up at its owner. "Close your eyes slut" was all I heard before He moaned and gave me a wonderful treat. Little Lucy had been a good girl and was rewarded by Her Master painting her face.

A simple gesture, but more

Master and I are rather new at the whole D/s relationship. It's something we're undertaking together, and so far I think we're doing a pretty good job. He's spoken to me about how difficult it is for Him to inflict pain on me (from a spanking etc) and then comfort me afterwards, knowing that He has caused the pain. To me, this is valid and I can understand where He's coming from, but until He said something, I never really thought about it.

During the last visit, there was something that Master kept doing that reassured my place, and reinforced the fact that He dominates me. Just something simple, but at the same time, it was and is so much more.

Most of the time we played together consisted of Him sitting at His computer, masturbating and watching videos that He's collected over the years. I sat to his right, masturbating, on a chair that was lower than His. Although I could see the computer screen, I wasn't sitting straight, I was angled towards Him.

During these times, we would alternate between watching each other and watching the videos on screen. Although most of the time I was watching Him.

The simple gesture that He continued to do throughout my stay was this: Instead of coming towards me and kissing me, He would move towards me, but grab hold of the back of my head or my hair and pull my face towards His. Or I would be looking at His face and He would grab me head or hair and push my head down so that I was looking between His legs, watching Him jerk.

Now I don't know about any other submissive's out there, but for me, it centred me. He put me back in my place, by this simple yet effective gesture.

I loved that He was being more forceful with me. As I said, we're both new to the D/s scene and to a certain extent still finding our feet. I think Master has done a great job, but this really hit the spot with me.

The emotions I felt when He did this was surprising. I felt compliant and submissive, while also feeling proud that He knew that I would obey Him. I was happy because He was enforcing His dominance over me. I felt anticipation as to what He would do next. I felt safe, being under His control. But more than all of these I felt content, because I knew that where I was at the moment was exactly where I should be, where I wanted to be, and that it was the right place for me.

Master, I ask that you continue putting me in my place by this simple gesture. Please.

Lucy xoxox

Toilet Fun

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