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Come over here and put this in your mouth.

October 18th, 2014

I looked at him, and he was aiming his semi-erect penis at me, his fist wrapped tightly around the base of his shaft.

I dropped what I was doing and sat on the floor between his feet. I wrapped my lips around his cock, and worshipped its length with my tongue. He fisted his fingers in my hair and pushed my face into his pubis. I breathed in his scent.

“I’ll probably still cum in your mouth but go bend over. I want to fuck you.”

I didn’t close the window. I didn’t even think about it until he pulled out of me and brought back the cane.

Most of the time, pain is pain to me. Let me explain.

As with most things in life, there are different degrees of masochism. There are people who process pain as pleasure, so when they are hurting, they want to get off. There are people who process pain as pain and enjoy the sensation of being in pain. There are people who get off on the endorphins. There are people who get off on pushing themselves with pain.

I could probably go on forever.

I process pain as pain. Always. There’s never a time that my body confuses pain for pleasure. But why I enjoy it varies depending on my mood.

Sometimes I like pain because I know it gets Master off. Sometimes I like pain because the amount of pain I will endure to be allowed to get off excites me. Sometimes I like pain because it gets me out of my head and focuses me on what’s real.

Today, I liked the caning because I liked the pain. I caught myself leaning into the blows, concentrating on the sensation. The only other thing on my mind was not moving my cunt away from his cock. That would be reason for him to shift from pain I was enjoying to pain that existed purely to serve him, and I really liked where I was, thank you very much.

And then I was gone.

I don’t reach subspace very often. I don’t know if it’s because Master always talks to me and keeps me present, or if, being a former addict, I know being high so well that it doesn’t affect me like it does other bottoms.

This time, I did. And when I heard him tell me I was a good girl, I was kind of confused because I wasn’t doing anything intentionally. I was just enjoying being played with. So it was kinda like being praised for enjoying myself.

Of course, this would be in line with Master’s current way of doing things. Because we backed off on so many things, I don’t always enjoy them the first time we do them again. Master likes it better when I enjoy it. So every once in a while, he says, “It’ll be nice when you like this again.”

Like anal sex. I used to be a huge anal whore and then I had my gallbladder removed. If you’ve lost yours, you know what I mean.

“Just for that,” he said, enthusiastically, “you get to get on the bed and spread your legs. I’m gonna cum in your cunt.”

I can’t say I wouldn’t have enjoyed swallowing him, but he’s somehow conditioned me to see cum in my pussy as a reward, so I was quite pleased with myself.

He caned my tits a bit, and then climbed between my legs. I gripped the sheets with my hands and his cock with my vaginal walls as he thrusted his way to orgasm.

When he climbed off of me, he said, “Tickle your clit while I tickle your tits with my cane,” and I giggled.

He grabbed each breast separately, holding them up so he could land the cane squarely on my nipples. Then he moved to my thighs.

I laughed out loud when he aimed for my labia and caught my pinky in the process even though it hurt like a motherfucker. He shifted his aim, and I tucked my pinky under. And then I came, long and hard, pulling the pillow over my face just in case.

The cane is nearly silent. I am not…usually. Today, I had to be. The bastard never closed the window.

Maybe that’s why he called me a good girl. I barely made a sound.


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  1. thesindoll
    October 18th, 2014 at 21:09 | #1

    I’m drooling, all sloppy and shit.

  2. Heaven
    October 22nd, 2014 at 18:45 | #2

    Omg that was hot!

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