Four Weeks.

I saw him for the first time in over four weeks.  He had been busy and so had I and we just couldn't get a time to work out.

I was running late and the train just wasn't coming.  I hopped off the subway station and I decided to take a taxi, which is something I never do.  I get to his place and I text him.  He buzzes me in and I walk up the stairs and he opens the door and says hi.  I say hi back.  He kisses me and pins me against the wall while kissing me and I melt. I apologize for being late.  He takes my bag and wallet and places it on the floor and tells me to follow him. So I do.

"Clean this shelf, I'm going to be in my room for about 10 minutes. And kneel here when you're done." I look at the shelf and it is covered in a layer of dust.  "Yes, sir." He walks into his room and I get to work.  Soon, I finish and I kneel.  I hear him on the phone coming down the hallway.  He comes behind me and grabs my hair and puts my head against him.  As he continues his conversation, he tells me to move things to the shelf I just cleaned.  I do as I say.  He gets off the phone and we rearrange the stuff on his shelf.  At one point we do a little dance and he backs me into the shelf and kisses me.

We finish rearranging and he walks over to an adjustable stool and lowers the height. He unbuckles my pants and has me lay over the stool.  As I lay over, I hear his unbuckle his belt and I get the feeling that he's going to spank me with his belt.  With the first lash of his belt, I moan out in pain.  He continues to spank me with his belt and I cry out from the pain.  He stops and feels the slickness between my legs.

"Oh, what is this here? Answer my question."
"I'm very wet, sir."
"I can see that."

He slips a finger into me and I moan out in pleasure. He stops suddenly and starts spanking me with the belt again.

Clothespin Paradise.

After a scrumptious scene with yummy sex and a break, we moved into another scene.

He's hard again, and I almost don't understand how because the break we took was merely 15 minutes.

"Turn around, lay on your back, and have you're head hang off the side of the bed."

I listen to what he says, and slowly he begins to put his cock into my mouth.  I feel him down my throat and I start to tense up.  I can't breathe and I can't help but try to get up to catch my breath.  It happens a couple times and he stops and lets me catch my breath.

"Get back into position, but put you're hands on the floor"

I do as he says and he replies with "Perfect."

He grabs his flogger and starts lightly flogging my breasts.  It starts getting harder and harder and I start squirming.

I thank him for flogging me and he stops.

He walks to his dresser and comes back.  I see that he has clothespins in his hand and immediately I know what he's going to do.

I cry out "Noooo." and he laughs.

He places them on my nipples and he starts flogging my breasts with them on.

"You can scream all you want, but stop moving."

It hurts and I start screaming and beg him to stop.  He snaps the clothespins off my nipple and it hurts so bad.  Both of them fall to the floor and I sigh in relief.  Then I see him pick one up and search for the other.  He finds it and grabs two more.  He puts them back on my nipples and his hand comes down to my clit and puts one there.

"UGHHHHH." I moan out, it hurts.

"Which one hurts more?"

"My nipples, sir."

He continues with the flogging and I scream out, increasingly getting wet from the clothespin on my clit.  The unbearable pain on my nipples, I can't stand but the pain on my clit is dangerously delicious.  I soak it up while also wanting it to stop.

He takes the clothespins on my nipples and has me kneel on the floor with one still on my clit.  I scramble to get up and do as he says.  As I kneel, he tells me to stick my tongue out.  I do and he places a clothespin on my tongue.

"Spread your knees."

I obey and he starts to very gently flog me between my legs.  And once again, I moan out in pain and incoherently thank him for flogging me.  After a short while, his flogging isn't as gentle as before and he has me begging to stop the pain.

He stops and puts the flogger down and goes to take the clothespin on my clit.  I scream out in pain from the blood rushing back.  He finishes by taking off the clothespin on my tongue.

New World

Writing has always been one of the things that ground me when I'm in need of processing events in my life. And this is a big happening. Not to mention the fact that I've disclosed the nature of this relationship to my best friend, which by far has been one of the hardest things I've done in a very long time.  It's a whole new world to me.

If you would've told me even a couple months ago this is where I'd be with this thing I do, I would've told you to get out of here.  It all started out with spankings and now it's moved onto a totally different realm. I'm a  submissive to a dominant right now.  I didn't think a day would come where I would actually be in this position, but here I am.

I was going to try to blog all of my sessions, but it has been proven difficult.  Not to mention the fact that I don't want to put out every single moment we have together.  With him, I have gone places I have never gone before.  I don't know if this is now an inherent part of me, but he has opened a door that I will not be able to close any time soon.  I guess I'll figure it out as I go.

Rough Play.

Disclaimer: This post contains contents that are sexually graphic/degrading in nature.  If it isn't your cup of tea, please skip.  Thanks.

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.

Disclaimer: This post contains contents that are sexually graphic/degrading in nature. If it isn't your cup of tea, please skip. Thanks.

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."