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Sometimes, the approach makes all the difference.

October 12th, 2010 Comments off

Awhile back… A few years, at least.  M and I were on completely different pages when it came to pain play.

Not in the “one of us wanted it, one of us didn’t” sense.  Or even that we were interested in different levels of extremes.

Somewhere along the line, I got my wires crossed.  No matter what was going on, every time M wanted to play with me, I thought I was being punished.  I used to blame Him.  His approach was off, or He’d punished me with pain so often that I’d come to believe that was its only purpose.

I don’t think there was blame to lay.  I think at the time the pain play was hurting my feelings.  Especially when emotional sadism was involved.  This is purely speculation, though.  I never really took the time to analyze it.  Read more…

Like Rollin’ on E… Only Not

October 5th, 2009 6 comments

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Before I start this, I want to… I don’t know.  Babble more, I guess.  I was completely and utterly gone five minutes into this scene.  As in, I’ve only been this far gone on mind-altering substances.  As in, I was completely sober when we started playing but, when He let me down, I felt like I’d just taken a triple dose of Ecstasy (MDMA).  That claim is not an exaggeration and I have experience on which to base it.

My Twitter friends (the ones who were on) didn’t seem all that surprised.  I don’t remember ever reacting that way to a scene before.  I mean, a marijuana high, maybe.  Floaty and spacey and such.  But this was, without a doubt, exactly like the peak of a triple dose of Ecstasy.  My vision was crazy, my body tense and I was trembling like a leaf.  I loved it.

He took a lot of pictures but He hasn’t really edited much.  And He made a playlist specifically for the scene that He’s going to email me.  As soon as the photos are edited and I have the list, I’ll be sure they go up.

I don’t remember much.  What I do remember is jumbled.  And I’m a little on the droppy side.  So if this makes sense at all I’m thanking… somebody.

Oh… And just a forewarning to my friends who “absolutely have to have aftercare”? I’m not trying to be mean, but it would probably be in your best interests not to whine to me about going without anymore.  Ever.


Yesterday…

Cin had just barely shown up online so I could teach her a few things she needs to know how to do, when Master ordered me off to the shower.  I had no idea what was going on.  I don’t know if I was supposed to or what.  So I got huffy and stomped into the bathroom.

When I got out, Master got in and when He got out, He said, “Get every toy you own and lay them out on the couch neatly.”

“Ooo! You should take a picture of them all so I can post it!” I squealed and He gave me one of His amused, Oh, Rayne. looks.  “What? You… should.”  I faltered.

I watched as He began setting things up.  His tripod came out.  The camera.  A blanket went up for a solid background rather than His desk and bookshelf.

“Go stand in the doorway.  I need to see if I can do anything about the lighting.”

And that’s when it happened.  A knot the size of Texas formed in the pit of my stomach as I realized it had finally come.  The day I’d been begging for.  He was going to play with me like He used to.  Read more…

Last Night

June 24th, 2008 Comments off

Last night threw me for a loop. Master made me sit next to Him on the floor and lick His legs and feet, which isn’t altogether unusual just hasn’t been happening much lately. The unusual part was when He made me play with my tits and cunt while I was doing it. He said He didn’t care if I got myself off and He didn’t care how many times. That I had just better sit there being the whore I’m supposed to be while He finished working.

Now, I’m no prude. Not by a long shot. But I was shocked and appalled at this behavior!

Okay not really. I was, however, surprised at the cumming part. The last time He made me play with myself for Him it was probably 20 minutes of fucking myself with a dildo and rubbing away at my little clit with no allowance for orgasm. That came later (pun optional).

So there I sat, hungrily sucking and licking at His flesh, savoring the flavor of His skin, enjoying the tickle of His hair on my tongue, firing off a couple orgasms at my own hand. Aside from the positional difficulty that caused me to occasionally jam my fingernails into my super-sensitive button, which, if I’m to be honest, I loved as well, it was awesome. Just the right amount of humiliation and sex appeal to send me flying for days. But we weren’t finished yet.

Licking His legs always leads to a blow job. It’s just the most logical course of action. My mouth’s already primed and ready and at cock level; I’m positioned between His legs already; My oral fixation is already in high gear. So I started sucking. And it wasn’t long before He pulled back and said “I think I want your mouth on my back for a little while before I give you my cum. Is that a problem, cunt?” Read more…

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