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Play Time!

January 4th, 2009

Last night… was incredible.

Between having close neighbors (living in apartments sucks!) and the things that have been going on there’s been lots of sex but little to no play. Last night, there was a little bit of play and a whole lot of teasing.

We were sitting on the couch watching some TV show online and Master turned to me and told me to go get the wooden paddle, the slut paddle, the clover clamps and His favorite vibrator. The batteries are dead. It’s such a shame.

He chained my ankle to the couch and then ordered me over His knee. I love over the knee spankings but I usually hate the wooden paddle so I cringed as I climbed into position. And then He started. And I melted into a puddle of slut goo in 0.3 seconds.

When He was finished with the paddle, He used His bare hand and it hurt more than the paddle. I’m sure that can be attributed to the fact that He used the paddle first but it sure sent me for a loop. I did my best to hold still for all of it and was actually quite surprised at how well I did.

Then He told me to sit down. I leaned back into the couch and cocked my chained leg up on the arm. It wasn’t long before He reached for the slut paddle. He told me that if I closed my legs He wouldn’t touch me anymore for at least half an hour. Then He beat my pussy and my thighs. My tits, concentrating on the nipples, and my stomach. The paddle (which is more of a slapper/strap but hurts like a bitch when used right) on my stomach shocked me. He almost never hits my stomach with anything on purpose.

I’m probably telling this all out of order. Oh well. 

He clamped my nipples and fucked me hard and fast with the vibrator. And then He just teased me with His fingers and the slut paddle for a while before unchaining my ankle and sending me to the bedroom.

Since Wednesday, I’ve been begging to be hurt. Begging to be treated more like a slave and less like a bedroom [[submissive]]. Begging to go back to the days when both of us were secure in our station in life and had no cause for worry. It’s not easy. I’ve done a lot of damage.

This morning, Master told me to wake up. Ever since I was a child, it’s been next to impossible to wake me up if there’s not something in it for me. And, not wanting to break tradition, I rolled over and fell back asleep. He swatted me on the ass. Not too hard, but hard enough to make it clear it was more than just a playful slap.

He told me to kiss Him and I knew He didn’t mean on the lips. I began to kiss and lick His side and His stomach and when I laid my hand on His stomach He told me to touch Him, not just lay my hand on Him. After a while of laying there running my lips and tongue up and down His side and my hands all over His body, Master told me to switch sides.

Through all this, He talked to me. Master told me that I should be happy pleasing Him even when I really didn’t want to. And then He asked me if I wanted to be right then. I couldn’t lie, so I shook my head no.

He asked, “What would you think of a slave who wasn’t happy to be pleasing her Master?” I buried my head in His side and He said, “You’d think she was a dumb bitch, wouldn’t you?” He asked if I was happy to be pleasing Him even if I didn’t really want to and I said I was. And it was the truth. My pussy was flooded. It felt like I’d just taken twenty loads in ten minutes. It’s been a long time since I was wet like that!

Fighting who and what I am has taken quite a lot out of me. And I can’t even begin to pinpoint where it all started. Or why. And it sucks. But I’m back. Back to begging for things I want, no matter how humiliating, and obedience. And enjoying it. And being happy.

My mouth still runs but I shut it faster. And there was a brief moment of little miss “In a minute.” whispering, “But we’re tired! Can’t we sleep a little longer?” Miss “Go get the fucking paddle!” stuffed a gag in her mouth and hogtied her before returning her lips to Master’s side.

I didn’t realize how wet I was until I climbed on His rock hard cock. But I realized how happy I was when Master said, “You told me you want me to do what I want, when I want. That means you have to stop bitching when it’s not what you want me to be doing.” and, instead of getting annoyed at Him, I got annoyed at myself. And that made me happier.

Things are going to be okay. And I’m pretty excited about it.

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