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A Good, Hard Fucking

August 31st, 2007

Words of encouragement filled my ears driving me to strive
harder to please Him. â??Thatâ??s a good little bitch.â? â??Thatâ??s it. Lick like the
animal you are.â? â??Youâ??re such a good whore.â? And I pressed on under the lash of
His whip, loving every second of serving Himâ?¦ Pleasing Him.


Blissful. Thatâ??s the only word I can think of to describe
last night. It had been days since Iâ??d been properly used. My migraine of the
night before put a slight damper on things and Masterâ??s job has done well to
hamper our fun, forcing Him to work from home after hours. So while Iâ??d been
chained each night, I hadnâ??t been made to spend any time suckling on the flesh
of His legs and feet or lapping at His balls like a hungry pup. I missed it,
but I missed the beatings the most.

While we were talking on AIM before I left for work, He
mentioned that He hadnâ??t beat me for a while.

â??Youâ??re probably grateful. You donâ??t like it.â?

I had to be honest. And being honest without considering the
possible repercussions, rather than self-censoring to save face, is rather
liberating. Not in an â??Iâ??m free.â? type of way. More an â??It feels good to speak
my mind.� kind of way. So I responded.

â??Well, last night I was because my head was hurting so bad.
I don 't know that I would have responded well (not that that matters)… but I
like it when you beat me most of the time.�

When I got home from work, He immediately ordered me to the
floor at His feet. I thought we had to go to the store and this was just a
brief interlude until He was finished on the phone with work, so I didnâ??t even
take my clothes off. He tugged at the bottom of my shirt and gave me a
semi-stern â??WTF?â? look, so I stripped quickly. I licked and kissed and clung
for dear life as my pussy began to twitch uncontrollably. And finally He was
off the phone and the kangaroo flogger was in hand.

I was chain free, which was a little weird for me. Itâ??s been
at least a week and a half, if not longer, since Iâ??ve had my movement
completely unhindered while Master was home. The flogging was a little harder
than I usually like, but I noticed my cunt was getting considerably wetter than
it would have if Heâ??d stuck to my comfort zone. Weird, that. I must be a
masochist or something.

Words of encouragement filled my ears driving me to strive
harder to please Him. â??Thatâ??s a good little bitch.â? â??Thatâ??s it. Lick like the
animal you are.â? â??Youâ??re such a good whore.â? And I pressed on under the lash of
His whip, loving every second of serving Himâ?¦ Pleasing Him.

In the middle of switching positions, He started to flog my
chest, stomach, thighs and cunt. Talk about yummy (Speaking of yummy, He called
my tits yummy. That was yummy too.). When He was finished with that, I went
back to licking and He back to flogging my back. After a while, He stopped
flogging me, looked down at me and said â??Go get on your hands and knees on the
bed, bitch.�

I began to back away from Him and He started whipping my
tits again. Thinking He wanted to do that for a minute before I went, I
stopped. â??Get moving, cunt.â? I started to back away again. Not quick enough
because another lash fell on my shoulders. â??Move. Now.â? And I started to
scramble away, biting down on my lips so I wouldnâ??t cry out or swear. The tails
were catching me just right and trying to force a â??God DAMN it!â? from my lips,
but my teeth were stronger and just before I couldnâ??t keep my mouth shut
anymore, I was out of reach and on my way to the bedroom.

I flung the covers back and scrambled onto the bed just as
He was coming through the door. Throwing caution to the wind, I spread my legs
to allow Him access to His favorite part of me instead of attempting to keep
them close together and protect my dripping lips. I fully expected Him to flog
me a while before plunging into me. He usually does. So you can imagine my
surprise when He slipped between my parted legs and thrust His rock hard cock
into my waiting slit.

And then the flogger fell. Again and again across my
shoulder blades and down the length of my back. He would rest a moment with the
tails lying on my back so He could pound my cunt relentlessly. The drape of the
leather and the force of His thrusts sent shivers through my body and I buried
my face in the mattress in an attempt to keep my cries for His ears only.

â??You like that, bitch?â?

â??Yes, Master!â? I breathed, as I slammed back against Him, my
arms growing tired from the effort of holding myself in position.

â??I know how to fuck little animals like you.â?

It was long and brutal and just what I needed. With every
stroke I felt impaled, used, enjoyed. With every lash of the whip I felt owned,
dirty, desired. And I realized that all the â??What about me?â?s were being
answered in this fucking. â??What about you?â? He was saying. â??This is what about
you.� This night, it pleased Him to make me feel good. And I was (am) grateful.

â??Turn over, cunt.â? He growled as He ripped His cock from me.

And I hurried to obey. As I lay on my back, the flogger found my tits again for
a brief moment before He shoved my legs up and apart and plunged into me. He
pinned my shoulders to the bed with His hands, the weight of His body making
movement impossible. He slammed into my cunt, pushing moans up and out of my
lips even as I tried to be silent. And then He was up again, holding my legs
apart and ordering my fingers into my cunt.

â??Get your fingers on your clit. Letâ??s see how you cum all
over this cock.�

It seemed like forever, I diddled while He fucked. Iâ??m a
righty and my right hand hadnâ??t been cooperating all day. Iâ??d pinch and swirl
and prod. Iâ??d find the right rhythm on the right spot and my hand would cramp
up. So Iâ??d move my entire arm and one good hard thrust of His hips would shove
my fingers off that twitchy little button and Iâ??d be back at the beginning.

â??Get that cunt off, slut.â? â??Cum on that cock, you dirty
little bitch.� And I was trying, desperately, to obey Him.

Then it happened. I was cumming. And I was cumming so hard I
couldnâ??t remember that I was supposed to be trying to be quiet. The neighbors
probably got an earful. And He started to cum with me before ripping my hand
from between my legs and pinning it to the bed. He finished cumming with both
of my hands pinned beneath His and I bucked and squirmed as His pubic hair
scraped against my now too sensitive clit. And then His cock was gone and I was
disappointed. Always wanting more. Insatiable to the very core of me.

After I cleaned Him up, His hand closed around my throat. â??Just
to remind you that Master knows how to fuck.� and His hand left my throat and
rocked my face with a slap.

I was wet for the remainder of the evening. Even when I
sucked His cock later on with sporadic lashes from the whip and, once again, no
chains. But that fucking will have me floating for a good long time, Iâ??m sure. I
couldnâ??t walk when He was through. It was a while after that I was able to
stand up straight. My thighs are still sore from being held so far apart. And I
love(d) every second of it.

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