Rough Play.

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Part II.

While my ears were still ringing, he started to count down the seconds I had to answer the question. I was disoriented and I said I didn't know what an appropriate message was and he gave me a look. 

"If you don't pick one before I count down to one, you're going to lose you're reward."
"Uh, can I please have just a message?"

I laid on my stomach and he gave me a message. After he finished he told me to flip over on my back so I did. He got on top of me facing my legs and started playing with my clit. I was on overdrive, and I couldn't contain myself. 

"I've barely played with you for 10 seconds and you're ready to come?"
He goes to bite my thigh and I call out. 
"Sir, I need to wear a bikini tomorrow."
"Ok. If you come before I say you can, there will be serious consequences. You will cry."

I started to beg to come and he kept denying me. Soon enough he dipped two fingers into my dripping sex and had me arching. 

"I don't hear you asking. You better not come without permission."
"Sir pleasssse."

He teased my g-spot and I started begging even harder. At the right moment, he allowed me to come. 

Clammy Clamps.

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Part I

I know I said that I would expand on the events of my first meeting but it's now a week later and the events of 2 Friday's ago has very much blurred into a memory that I cannot tell straight.  But I did see S this afternoon.  He had been away and I will be away until Thursday, so earlier this afternoon is when we met.

Over our correspondence, I had asked him to help me stop texting while I drive.  I had done it twice since I asked him and he said that I would be punished for doing so.  With knowing that I'm getting punished for texting, I texted one more time.  At the time, I didn't even think twice about doing it because it had just been a habit of mine but a while later, I had realized and my line of thought was 'I already did it twice, one more time isn't a big deal.' Boy was I wrong.

I got to S' place on time and waited for him to get me at the door.  I played some music to help me level out.  He got me at the door and asked:

"Are you excited?"
"I'm nervous."
"Are you at least kind of excited?"
"Uh, I'm a little nervous."

We got into his place and he told me to put my stuff down.  He had me come into the room and asked if I wanted to be there, which I replied, yes I want to be here. We were standing and he gave me a hug and started spanking me over my pants. He kept going, and I started to squirm.
                
"What are you forgetting?"
"Uhmm... Owwww..."
"What are you forgetting?"
"Uhmm..."
"I'm going to keep going until you remember."
"Oh, thank you Sir."
"Good girl."

He looked at me, and told me it was time for my punishment.  He asked me if I had texted any more after I had told him that I had.  I told him I had, and his eyes grew bigger.

"Take off your clothes and get into position."

Someone New.

I've started to explore this ever so big kinky world and I've stepped into play with a new someone.  We were suppose to meet 3 weeks ago, but I cancelled because I had a world of getting ready for a job I had which I didn't anticipate until it came to the week before I had to go away for my job.  But he was understanding, so I gave him a message back when I came back.  I had originally planned to meet after Labor Day but we happened to both be free on Friday morning, so I agreed. Little did I know what kind of morning I was going to have.  I'm utterly exhausted, but details are soon to follow.

Power Exchange.

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I had just come home and collapse on the couch.  It had been an extremely rough shift at work and all I keep thinking is that I wasn't ready for the night I was suppose to have.  I have roughly a hour and a half to get ready.  I peel myself off my couch to run the bath water, turn on some music, set an alarm for 30 minutes, pour myself a glass of Riesling, turn the water off and get into the tub.

As I finish my wine, I start to relax and doze off.  In what seems like 2 minutes later, my alarm goes off.  I open my eyes and I don't feel any better.  I finish washing up, I get out of the tub and walk back to the living room to grab my phone.  I see that I have a text from him so I open it.  It says "I'm running a little late, can you come here instead of me going to you?"  I text him back, "No problem, I'll leave in about 45 minutes."

I walk into my room, and I see that he has bought me the new dress and put it in my room, which brings a smile to my face.  No wonder he's running late.  What is he up to?  I pull out a pair of red pumps and pick out a pair of earrings that go with the dress. I finish getting ready and get the dress on.  He is good at this.  And I head out.

I get to his place and the doorman lets me in.  I take the elevator to his apartment and let myself in.  I hear the shower running so I go to his room and sit on his bed.  I guess I was in deep thought because I don't realize that he's in the room, "You look fabulous."  He startles me, but I respond with "Only because of you" and get up to give him a kiss.  God, he looks good in just a towel.  

After the kiss he says, "You don't give yourself enough credit, you're beautiful because you're you. Give me 10 minutes, I"ll be ready."  I sit back on the bed and I watch him get ready.  He puts his suit and tie on and I get up to fix his crooked tie.  I didn't think it was possible but I think he looks even better in that suit than when he's naked. 

We leave his apartment and 20 minutes later, we're at the venue for his company party.  My stomach growls as we walk in and he gives me a look but we're greeted by his co-workers and he goes to grab me a drink.  He comes back with a martini and whispers in my ear, "Don't drink too much tonight." And goes back to his people.  He is definitely up to something tonight.  First the dress and now the sudden limit on drinks.

The party comes to an end and we leave the venue, we get in the car and he starts driving.  I don't mean to, but I fall asleep.  I don't know how long it's been, but the car stopping wakes me.  I realize we're not at his apartment, but at his beach house.

I look at him and ask him "I knew you were up to something.  How long have we been driving?" and he says, "About 2 hours."  He unlocks the car and gets out and gets a small suitcase from the trunk.  I get out of the car and follow him into the house.

Rocked World

Total vanilla post, I just need an outlet.  Skip over if you want.

My world has just been rocked lately. Besides from not yet hearing back from a job that I've suppose to have gotten, my grandpa's been diagnosed with advanced stage 3 stomach cancer.  He's already had his stomach removed and the next course of action is radiation and chemotherapy.  I've spent a great deal of time this week at the hospital watching my, seemingly otherwise healthy-looking, grandfather recover from surgery.  At least surgery went well, and there are no complications from it.

I'm just feeling so conflicted.  My grandfather is 83 years old. He has raised me as much as my parents have, which goes for my sister and all of my cousins.  I love him and I want him to live forever.  As much as I know that people can't live forever.  But at almost 84 years old, I can't seem to agree with the decision to do chemotherapy when he's done with recovering from surgery.  I just don't think it would be a good quality of life.  My grandmother definitely doesn't know what's going on and my uncle didn't want me to say anything to her about it.  So she thinks surgery then chemo will be a cure all.  God, I do wish that was the case because then I would be on board.  But this is not a fight that I can get myself into.  This is not my decision.  And that is the only thing I can say to myself every time this comes up in conversation.  Even my parents don't really understand what is going on.

I don't know what I'm doing. I don't even know how to feel.  I really just don't know.