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It’s in His eyes…

January 21st, 2009

Master stayed home yesterday, as I’m sure some of you guessed, so I didn’t do much besides play stupid flash games while He worked and clean house a bit. I had something in mind to write but I wasn’t exactly sure how I wanted to go about it so I mulled over it a while instead. I’m still not sure how I want to go about it and my blogging has been quite… lame lately so if this sucks, I apologize in advance. 🙂

In any case, we did it again over the weekend. Only this time, He wouldn’t allow me any items of torture. Just my ribbed vibrator. Which was fine with me. About a half hour in, I didn’t want anything else anyway.

It was hours. I don’t remember what time we started. We ate dinner and then some time later ended up both poised on the couch with our hands massaging our respective bits. I remember that He didn’t finally fuck me until almost noon. I was allowed to cum after that. And not long after, He came all over my chest and stomach. I was mostly asleep at that point.

I still don’t know how to put into words what I was feeling.

I’ve always been a closed-eyes-girl during sex and making out and… well, everything exciting but roller coasters. I like to watch the track. And I always thought it was more fun, being a masochist, to close my eyes and not know when it’s coming. To be helpless against it.

The other night, my clit and pussy lips were begging to be left alone. I swear that vibrator rubs off skin. By the end of the night I hurt so bad I couldn’t even pee without yelping.

Master was trying to work His cock in and I did my best to hold still but it’s one of those pains that makes you want to jerk away, slam your legs shut, curl into a ball and beg to be left alone. So every once in a while, my legs would jerk toward each other and my hips would buck away. And then we’d have to start the whole process over.

And then He ran His finger over my clit. Gently at first, but even that brought grimaces and moans of pain. And then, more firmly, His fingers dragged over it and I cried out. For some reason, my eyes fluttered open and I began to study His face. On it there was a look I’d never seen before. 

Once in a while, I watch Him while He’s hurting me. Not because I want to. I’m a closed-eyes-girl, remember? But because I get curious about the facial expressions all these girls describe. And I want to see them dance across His beautiful face.

There’s usually a strange animosity. A snarl. A look of disgust mixed with pure ecstasy as He uses me as He sees fit and I writhe with pleasure and a hunger to please.

This time… this time I was lost in His eyes. There was so much written on His face. So much I’d never seen there before. It was overwhelming. And I couldn’t tear my eyes away. I traced them over his eyes and forehead and noted no creases. Not a single wrinkle aside from the fine lines just beginning to appear in His skin. I worked my eyes over His nose and cheeks. His lips. Parted enough to allow the air He was gasping to pass easily between them. There was no tension or effort in His expression. He was studying mine.

He was trembling with desire and steadily attacking my cunt with His cock. He’d run a finger over my clit and watch my face carefully. He’d stare into my eyes and look at my lips and take in my scrunched up nose and forehead. He was enthralled with the etchings of pain dancing across my features.

When He didn’t get the expression He was searching for, He tried again. And though He never once smiled as He played my body like a guitar, it was apparent when I was giving Him exactly want He wanted.

He ground His hips in such a way that left my poor excruciating clit completely exposed to His pubic hair. I thought sure when He was finished I’d find my cunt bloody. And all the while, He studied my expression. His expression one of curiosity and desire. I think I’ll open my eyes more often.

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