Pondering my (pierced) navel

I've been doing a fair bit of thinking lately (which is not totally unusual for me at all) and my mind has wandered to couples living together. Years ago, when I was a teenager, I remember listening to adult conversations (both in real life and on tv and in movies) and how the women would always complain about how the man never put the toilet seat down. I sat on this (pun unintentional I swear), and thought about it for awhile. And I still think about it from time to time (as I have done recently). And the conclusion I've come to??

I'm not one of those women. Every time I think about it, I come back to the same thing....
Are you fucking serious??? This is minor. This is less than minor. And I always think: "why don't you put the seat up?" I mean, you never hear a man complaining to his mates over a beer about this do you?

Man 1: Mate, you know how's there's things that piss ya off about Debbie?
Man 2: Yeah... (takes a swig of beer)
Man 1: Well Carol...(sigh) she never puts the toilet seat up after she's finished! (takes a swig of beer)
Man 2: Oh yeah, Debbie doesn't either, wish she'd learn...hmmpf

Yeah right! But seriously, if this is all these women have to complain about, then I think they should think themselves lucky. I don't know, I just think this is stupid. In the grand scheme of things it doesn't mean anything that he doesn't put the seat down when he's finished. And he has just as much of a right to complain about you leaving it down after you're finished. What's good for the goose is good for the gander, I say.

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On a slightly different note, I've been smiling a fair bit lately, and this morning was no exception. I was at the Chiropractor's and as he was manipulating my muscles and sore joints he said "Now you'll let me know if I'm pushing too hard and hurting you, won't you?" I smiled (inside my head) and managed to say (without giggling) "Well, what with all the piercings and tattoo's*, I can't really complain can I?" While thinking to myself "You've got no idea what pain does to me!"


* My nose and ear piercings can easily be seen, so no explanation needed there. As for my navel and nipple piercings, well it's standard procedure to have x-rays done on your first visit. Coincidentally, this was also the first time since having my nipples pierced that I had to consider that they might be a problem. So what did Lucy do? Just before changing into the robe they make you wear I shyly (and quietly) said "I um..have my nipples pierced and can't take the rings out, is that going to be a problem?" Turns out no, and the same with the navel piercing. Mind you, they take the x-ray's and they're loaded onto the computer system immediately and shown to me. Imagine my shock (and embarrassment) at looking at my back x-ray and being able to see both my nipple rings and my cute navel ring. (Yeah, go on, laugh about it. I know you want to. It was only a couple of weeks ago, but I smile and laugh about now).

Friendly Kink

It’s funny the things we think about, what we mull over. What we spend countless minutes (hours? days?) thinking about. And there’s something that I’ve been thinking about….friends. No, not in a which-one-of-my-girlfriends-would-I-eat-out kinda way (this has already been established…a long time ago). But I was thinking about them regarding the whole to be or not to be (vanilla).

As you all know from reading about me, I’m not (vanilla that is). But my friends are, well most of them. I’ll talk about 3 friends in particular, and I shall call them P, K & R. I met them all within the first couple of weeks at uni. P is a few years older than me, and has just moved out of home with her first boyfriend. She is fairly short, with olive-dark complexion and black hair. P is very pretty. K is a year older than me and gorgeous. Blonde, nice size boobs, and great body, but not your stereotypical blonde. She first had sex at 14 and now lives at the beach with her fiancée. R is the same age as me (few months younger). She has big boobs (I’m talking E size at one point…slightly smaller now that she’s lost some weight), and although she’s almost finished her degree, she really is a ditz.

Now, are they vanilla? I believe that P is. Given that the current boyfriend is the first man she’s been intimate with (and for less than a year), I think she is. Although we are open with one another (she is my best friend), I don’t know that she’d tell me if she got into or tried more ‘raunchy’ things in the bedroom. P was the first friend whom I confided in when I got my nipples pierced. Her reaction? “OMG. Are you fucking insane? Really?” I laughed my arse off when she said that to me. “Umm…yeah. Of course”. Which was followed by some more OMG’s on her part and then: “So what, you just went on holiday and decided to get your nipples pierced?” This I laughed at too. (This holiday was a visit to Daddy when we were still living apart). She even asked if she could see them (which hasn’t happened yet). I told her she could, if that’s what she wanted.

Now K is the type of friend that you could tell anything to and know that she wouldn’t tell a soul. She’s also the friend you can sit up with til the wee hours of the early morning discussing topics that are as far unrelated to each other as you could imagine i.e. how to do anal sex the right way, so it doesn’t hurt and being a personal carer for someone’s who is dying. See what I mean? Nothing is off-topic, nothing is too obscure. She is a woman of substance and so true. I can laugh with (and at) her, and we have cried together. K is the one I have a crush on. I have since I first met her. She is the second friend I told about having my nipples pierced. She was somewhat surprised, but mostly unphased (she has other friends that have it done).

Back when I first knew K, she seemed more sexually experienced than I ever thought I could be (more than one partner, experienced a threesome etc). I was in awe of her and looked up to her. She was honest and open and if you got her on the piss and she was as suggestive as you could imagine (and as sexy as hell). She was the first friend of mine who admitted she couldn’t do without her vibrators, even when her fiancée was home. It was refreshing (and who knew that I’d turn out just like that too?). Primarily, K would be vanilla, but she’s definitely willing to experience and experiment with new things (situations, toys, lovers). I think she could be either a sub or Domme; she’d do well with both. I can imagine her being both my sister sub and at other times dominating me.

Now on to R. Although ditzy most of the time, you can have a conversation with her. And during my first couple of years at uni R and I were quite close (no, not in a I-used-to-go-over-for-sleepovers-and-we’d-eat-each-other-out kind of way), we were good friends back then. Back in the days when she hadn’t slept with anyone. I saw her through her first sexual ‘relationship’ (and I use that term loosely). And I saw her start the second one (much better choice than the first). Now she’s set to marry the second one.

I remember one night we’d had a pizza and DVD night and were sitting on her bed chatting away, reading Cosmo (as we all do). And we got to the sealed section (“oooohhh”). It was a list of like 100 things to try with your sexual partner. We went through it and I was surprised that from those 100, there was only a handful that I hadn’t done. She was surprised. Now there wasn’t anything too raunchy in the list, quite tame actually (if my memory serves me correct). I believe a bit of tying to the bed was mentioned (who hasn’t done that?) as well as the standard things like anal etc. R has a naughty side, which is mostly spurred on by others. She doesn’t like to be anything but normal, she likes to do what other people do. In this respect, I think it’s safe to assume her orientation is generally vanilla. And then I remember those drunken parties over the years, and some where we pashed in front of others. And that leads me to think that maybe, just maybe she’s not as shy or unexperimental as she wants us to believe.

So, in thinking about my friends and whether they are vanilla or not, I would say that primarily they are, but experimental also. I think about the type of relationship that I’m in now and wonder if I could ever tell them. I wouldn’t tell P, I don’t think. Why? Did you read her reaction to getting my nipples pierced? Well, imagine her reaction to me telling her that I prefer plastic cock to real cock. Or if I told her I love to be hurt and bruised, my ears tortured so much that the next day they are constantly throbbing (even if only a little). Or that when He has His cock in me, He’s not making love to me, or having sex with me, He’s not even fucking me….He’s masturbating in me. Somehow, I don’t think it’s probably the best idea to disclose that all to P.

Would I tell K? I don’t know how much I would tell her. To be honest, if I was drunk enough I’d probably think ‘fuck it’ and tell her everything (although that hasn’t happened yet). But I believe there would be parts that I would disclose and others I wouldn’t (at least until I knew what her reaction was to the other, more tame things I’m into). Would I tell R, no. She doesn’t even know I have my nipples pierced (a purposeful choice on my behalf not to tell her). Everyone would know if I told her. And we’ve since had a falling out and no longer talk. So no, I wouldn’t tell her. (Funny how not long after I started writing this, she contacted me.)

So where are all my kinky friends?

Changes

Well I'm now a year older. In the past few days I turned 22. Isn't it funny how we say I'm a year older? When in fact we're only a day older than we were the day before our birthday (Stupid humans...lol). I had a relaxing day, starting with waking up next to Him (always good, but better on your birthday). I had asked Daddy the night before if He would make breakfast for me (nothing too difficult, just toast). And then I woke up and didn't really feel too well. So He didn't make me breakfast, but that's ok. Instead He made dinner for me, and that was yummy!

Through the day I was home alone. Got a few phone calls and texts from family and friends, but mostly just chilled out. I got a new cookbook as one of my presents, plus other kitchen stuff (you definitely know you've moved out of home when your birthday presents are now related to the kitchen somehow...lol). So I figured, "It's my birthday. I have a new cookbook. Let's bake a cake." And by let's bake a cake I mean me dancing to the music on my laptop. So that's what I did. I baked a chocolate cake (what you didn't think I was going to have anything other than chocolate did you? Self-confessed choc-a-holic here.)

Then, while the cake was cooling down I read quite a bit of the latest novel that's taken my fancy. Then it was time to ice the cake. I was debating whether whip up some cream to put on it, but decided that I wanted to ice it instead. So just after I'd finished that and sat down to do some more reading, Daddy comes home from work. And guess what He had bought for me? Yep, you guessed it....a lovely chocolate mud cake with cream on top.

I didn't bake my own cake because I assumed that He wouldn't buy me one. To be honest, it didn't even enter my mind whether He would or not. It was just a "I've got a new cookbook and it's my birthday. I'm going to bake myself a cake." And that's all there was to it. I believe I hurt His feelings by making one myself; that was not my intention. And as I told Him after He'd had a sleep, regardless of whether the cake I made was a birthday cake or just a cake, I enjoyed spending that time baking. So which was the better out of the two? The one Daddy brought home. Mine could have done with a bit more milk, but it was still nice. In fact, Daddy's cake is now all gone, while the one I made has hardly been touched. (No, I'm not a bad cook). It will get eaten. I guess you could say I got to have my cake, and eat it too :-D

Following dinner and watching some tv, it was time to get dirty. Sitting on my recliner, Daddy came over and I was lucky enough to show Him just how much I appreciated His nice, hard, cock. I sucked and licked His hard cock, taking Him deeper than I have before. And I would have spent longer if Daddy hadn't suggested we move to the bedroom. (I really wanted to try and deep throat Him...oh well, there's always another time.) After some playtime, I was treated to watching Daddy jerk as He came. (smiles)

Now it was my turn to play. I pulled out my big dildo/vibrator (only the vibe part doesn't work now, so it's really only a dildo), lay down on my back next to Him and started masturbating. Daddy helped by running His hands over my body, forcefully grabbing the inside of my thighs (which I LOVE), playing with my nipples (both gentle and hard), and kissing me. Mmm...how I love to kiss Him while I'm masturbating. Because I had spent quite a fair amount of time jerking Daddy earlier, my arm was sore. So every time I got close, my arm cramped up (Bloody uncooperative body parts!!). I pushed on through the pain and pumped my cunt for all I was worth. (Now it was a matter of principle as well). I looked at Daddy*, smiled and had my birthday orgasm (followed by a few more). He lightly touched my cheek with His hand and whispered: "You're so beautiful." My heart melted.

Lucy

*I used to hate looking Daddy in the eye as I had an orgasm. For some reason, there was just something about it. Like it was too personal or something. I don't know. I can't really explain it, I just didn't feel totally comfortable with it. Of late though, it's a different story. Now I'm absolutely loving it. I love looking deep into His eyes while I moan and wiggle. And I want to do it again.

Daddy and His Little Girl

Daddy requested a massage to help ease his shoulder, neck and back pain. I obliged; anything to help Him be in less pain. I tried massaging out the sore spots, while also giving an overall pleasing massage. Between the bits that hurt I received comments like “Oh, that’s nice” or “Mmm, that feels good”. This little girl obviously did a good job…the massage itself went on for quite awhile and after he turned over onto his back I was rewarded with a grin and “How about a blow job?” Well who can refuse an offer like that? I know I couldn’t.

I got down to business as quick as I could. (Eager little beaver aren’t I?). I licked and sucked Daddy, and jerked Him while sucking on the head of His cock. I love being able to bring Him to full arousal just with my mouth. Mmm, the joy of getting Him hard, feeling Him grow in my hand and mouth. Tasting Him, teasing Him, pleasing Him. He was leaking. I gobbled down His pre-cum, savouring the flavour, loving it. I looked up at one point and saw Him watching me. I felt proud. And then before long, He instructed me “Get yourself wet slut”. I was still fully clothed at this point, and was feeling a little overdressed. Needless to say the clothes came off as quick as they could.

Daddy put His cock ring on as I lay down on the bed, legs spread, hand between my legs. His cock and balls look so much better when He has his cock ring on. I smiled when my hand snaked between my legs and started working on my clit. I was dripping already. There’s nothing like being told to suck and lick His cock to get me wet and ready. I LOVE doing it! He jerked His hard cock for a little, before climbing on top of me. His cock entered me easily, and soon I was full.

I continued playing with clitty. “That’s right, play with clitty”. I didn’t need any further encouragement. “I’m not fucking you tonight am I slut?” He asked. “No, you’re using me”, came my breathly reply. “That’s right”. I just smiled, enjoying the sensation of Him using my cunt while I rubbed clitty. It had been so long since we played. Daddy hadn’t been feeling well all week, and although I had been horny, I refrained from playing, knowing this was coming. He used my cunt hard, all for His own pleasure. I was furiously rubbing away as he used me, one hand between my legs, the other holding onto the headboard, never wanting this to end. He could see my hairy pit. He jerked Himself off in my cunt, looking at my hairy underarm. And then He came. Daddy pushed His hard cock into me, filling me. I was His good little girl. (smiles).

By this point, I was hungry. I wanted to cum, I needed to cum. I was diddling clitty fast now as He gloriously sucked and licked on my nipples. Pulling them up away from my body with His mouth. Squeezing my tits hard with His hands. I was in heaven (almost). He continued while also biting my neck and shoulders (Yum!) and with each passing second I was getting closer. “Come up here” I asked, wanting to kiss Him. Those hungry kisses I need. Those hungry kisses that tell Him I’m getting close. He broke away and moved to my neck some more and then to my ears. Nibbling my ear lobes, probing them with His tongue. Alternating between left and right. He moved back down to my nipples. And as good as that felt, it was taking me away from orgasm.

I was furiously rubbing my clit, wanting to cum. “Daddy wants to hear you moan.” God I love knowing He wants to hear me cum. He continued on my nipples, licking, sucking and rubbing His teeth over my piercings. I couldn’t take it any longer. I wanted Him to go back to paying attention to my ears. I wanted to feel Him nibbling and probing again. “Go back to my ears” I demanded, without a second thought. A few seconds later I added “please”. (I am a little girl with manners after all).

He moved back up, starting off with the nibbling. But before long His tongue was probing and I was being sent over the edge. I was moaning and groaning, rubbing clitty like there was no tomorrow. “Cum for me sweetie” I think He said at one stage, though I’m not too sure. It wasn’t long before I was grunting and groaning, rubbing clitty with abandon and cumming. I orgasmed long and hard, loving the sensation of his tongue in my ear. As I came back to earth I just looked at Him and smiled. “You’ve never had that reaction before.” He said. I just smiled again. What can I say when it feels that fucking wonderful?

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.

Masturbation Time with Him

I really do love how Master and I have sex. I wouldn't have it any other way. I love to masturbate. He loves to masturbate. And we love watching each other masturbate.

You know, I never would have thought that this is where we would be. For instance, when you hear people say: "If someone had told me ten years ago that this is where I would be, I would have laughed in their face"....it's one of those kind of moments. So for me, it's if someone came to me six years ago and told me all about this journey I've taken into my sexual interests, my submission, my relationship and how that all began....I'm not being clichéd here, but I really would have laughed in their face. In saying that though, I love where I am/We are.

It's interesting to look back on how much we have changed, Master and I. I honestly never thought that I could willingly give up having sex the traditional way by substituting it with masturbation play times. And who would right? I mean, who ever really thinks that they're going to stop having sex the 'normal' way, or even at all?

I love our sex and I love how open we are with one another. I believe I've written in previous posts about how I was having some trouble openly masturbating for Master. Well, I'm pleased to tell you that that is no longer the case. Master says I'm still shy at times about it, but He's very pleased at how much I have loosened up about it. (That's what moving in together does!). Now Master has always been open about it, and I didn't think He could be any more open about it. But then the other night, I was sitting on the floor at the coffee table in the lounge room and he casually walks in with His pants off, and cockring in hand. He's never done this before...something simple, but it shows that even though he was comfortable, He's eased more.

I am one very lucky little girl. Master allowed me to watch Him jerk His hard cock last night. I sat on my computer chair for awhile, then decided I wanted to see up close. So to the floor it was! And I got in as close as I could, without touching or disturbing Him. Have you ever watched a man jerk so close before? I really do recommend it. Mmmm, the smell is intoxicating and the voyeur in me just loves watching so intimately. It really is the second best view of a man jerking His hard cock. The best? Hands down, watching a man jerk while licking and sucking on His balls, is the best view you will ever get! (It's even better while you're doing this, if your face does get a little in the way. I love it when He doesn't even bother telling me to move, He just keeps jerking, hitting me in the face with His fist as He jerks. God that really gets me enthusiastic!). I obviously did a good job, because before I knew it Master had just painted my face with His cum. Mmm...I'm getting more facials of late, and Master tells me there's more to come. Thank you for being thoughtful Master and aiming to avoid my eyes.

We continued surfing the net, you tubing etc until Master decided it was time to jerk some more. I watched Him as He sat beside me and masturbated, almost as if I wasn't there. I love watching His masturbation sessions.....especially the ones where I'm invisible. (It's then that the voyeur in me is unleashed).

Master informed me that I was neglecting my duties. I knew instantly that I had broken rule number one.
Rule 1: You will always masturbate your cunt while Master jerks, so as to keep yourself wet on the off chance that Master may want to use one of your holes, and you should be ready for Him.
I had been too busy watching Him, that not once had I touched myself between the legs. This was rectified immediately. I automatically removed my clothes, fetched a towel to put on the chair, and opened my legs to masturbate. This continued for awhile where I would be watching Him jerk, while He watched His newly downloaded porn movies (ironically mostly of women masturbating).

We kissed for while, and I playfully licked His lips. We stayed there, heads together, breathing each other's air until I broke the silence. "Is it time for me to suck and lick your balls yet?" I asked with a smile. "Get to it Slut." was His response. I got up and knelt down in front of Him, with my bum resting on my heels, and I got to work.

I licked and sucked on His balls with more enthusiasm than before. It's great being between His legs, urging Him to come with my tongue, but it's better the second time round! This orgasm kind of snuck up on Him. I was doing such a good job it pushed Him over the edge. And for the second wonderful time that night, my enthusiastic efforts were rewarded with a face covered in His load. This time was too strong and He wasn't aiming to miss my eyes, He wasn't aiming at all. He just came, spurt after spurt of hot cum all over my face. Oh how I love to be rewarded like that!

I continued masturbating for awhile until it was time to migrate to the bedroom. The night was finished off with me furiously pumping my sloppy cunt with my big dildo while rubbing my clit, edging closer to getting myself off. Master was very nice to me last night. I got treated to some nipple and tittie pain. Mmm...the masturbation always feels so much better when His hands are on me, and causing me so much pain which causes me so much pleasure. I was a good little girl and I orgasmed, many times over.

Neighbourhood Whore

What are other couples doing right now?

While I’m leaning in as close as I can get, watching Him jerk.

What are other couples doing right now?

While I feel like a dirty, depraved whore.

What are other couples doing right now?

When He’s on the computer, watching porn and I’m in the bedroom, furiously masturbating, needing to cum.

What are other couples doing right now?

When I’m pumping my cunt full of hard, plastic cock.

What are other couples doing right now?

When He’s biting my nipples and squeezing my thighs.

What are other couples doing right now?

As He paints my face and my body releases.

Is He the only man in our neighbourhood lucky enough to have a whore?

Or are there others, hiding behind closed doors?

Bondage

Your Bishop Bondage Position Now you're nice and secure. Do you think you can get away? You better be careful because it can get so much worse. How would you be tied up? Take the Bishop Bondage Test (only 4 questions)

I found this over at Thursday's Blog and thought I'd give it a go. Hmm...the thought of Him tying me up again...oh how I miss that. I miss how my tits look when they are all tied up. I'm sure it would look better now that my nipples are pierced.

Wonder if He would do that to me soon if I asked?



Lucy