Monthly Archives: October 2010

Fucked

I lay down on the bed naked. My ass facing up and my arms above my head, wrists bound together. I put my head down between the crook of my arm and waited. Master began. First he used the belt, slapping my legs, my ass and my back all over. I cried out each time. “I think it’s time we got you a ball gag” he stated, just before hitting me harder on my right shoulder blade. He struck me once, twice and then three times. I jumped on the last one, couldn’t help it. “Mmmmmmm delicious! Don’t forget your safe word, and I want to know if you hit yellow” Master said. He was using three instruments on me. Because of my position I couldn’t tell which one he would use until it hit my skin. I felt the belt first, all over my body, followed quickly by light taps of the riding crop. I was starting to sink into subspace a little when he whacked me with the shaft of the crop, hard! I jumped, which he was apparently expecting because his hand immediately pushed me back down. “Stay on the bed!” he demanded.

My pussy started dripping. My skin felt like it was on fire and then suddenly the thwacks of the riding crop started to feel lighter and lighter. At first I thought Master was actually using less pressure, but then he asked me what it felt like. “Butterfly kisses” I murmurered, sinking even deeper into sub space. I felt so light. Master laughed when I asked him why he was hitting me lighter. “Your pain tolerance just went up. I’m actually slapping harder than I was a minute ago, but if it’s more you want…..”  He brought out my new favorite toy: a leather paddle that says SLAVE on it (backwards, so that when hit with the paddle hard enough it leaves a mark on my body that actually reads “SLAVE”). I shivered in anticipation. I felt like every sensation was multiplied by a thousand. I could feel the cool cotton of the sheets pressing against my hard nipples. I could actually feel my juices flowing a little faster out of my pussy and the liquid going down my legs a bit before hitting the bed. I felt the air from the fan as it kissed my skin. And then, while I was concentrating on other sensations, I felt the paddle come down hard on my ass.

First I tightened, but then I felt myself lift my ass into the blow. God it felt good!! It was pain and fire and pure lust all in one blow. Again he hit me with it. This time I moaned. Incredible. I am always so amazed at how my body responds to the pain. When we begin, it hurts more than it is pleasurable but just as quickly, I sink into subspace and find myself moving into the blows. I crave it. I beg for it. I go crazy without it.

By this point I was soaked… and so was the bed under me. Master started playing with my clit and fingering me as he paddled my skin. “You’re so red you look sunburned” he said as he continued his onslaught. Before I could fully enjoy his fingers he was taking them away again. I must have whimpered because he told me to shut the fuck up and enjoy what he chooses to give me…. and then he promptly stuffed me with his fat cock. I wasn’t even expecting it!! He trust deep inside me and hit my cervix, causing me to jump and try to get away from it and yet beg for more all in the same breath. He held me down with his strong arms and fucked me.

He lifted me up a bit so that I was on all fours and continued to pound my pussy. Just as I was starting to reach orgasm, he reached around and pinched my clit, rubbing it between two fingers and tugging on it a bit. OH MY GOD. I don’t think I’ve ever come so hard. I actually think I could have lost consciousness from the pleasure/pain but somehow I managed to stay grounded and enjoy the rest of our session.

By the time he was finished, we both lay there, sweaty, wet, spent and panting. And all I could think of was “As soon as I get energy back… I want more!”

And more I got too! :) Master and I spent four hours that day fucking. I’m raw and tired and worn out and yet still….. I want more!

 

-ariia

Horny and Desperate

 
Have you ever been so horny that you’d be willing to do just about anything to just get fucked? It’s been like that with me for the past few days. The thing is though, I don’t just want to get fucked, I want to be ravaged. I want Master to grab me from behind, throw me down and have his way with me. I want to be screaming no and then imediently crying out “OH GOD YES!”

The funny thing is, Master has been fucking me. He has been fucking my brains out while pulling my hair, spanking me with paddles and floggers and the like. He has been giving it to me as rough as it’s ever been. And at the end of a session, when I am panting and wiping away the tears from my pleasure/pain, all I can think is “more!!”

Maybe it’s because we’ve been looking for homes lately and the stress has gotten to me. Maybe it’s because Master taking full advantage and control over me is one of the few things I can count on in life. Maybe it’s just because I’m insatiable. Whatever the reason I just want him to hurt me, and fuck me, and hurt me some more.

Even thinking about it has me wet. Today Master and I were rough housing on the couch a bit. I was play testing my limits (you know, silly little things like pretending to pinch him, knowing my hand wouldn’t even get the chance to brush his skin before he attacked me for even thinking of disrespecting him like that). At one point he had me in a leg lock, my hands under his thighs, my stomach facing up and my breasts heaving. Because his legs were holding both my body and my hands down he was able to take full advantage. He pinched my nipples, grabbed my neck, pulled my hair and all sorts of evil little bits of torture. Not once did he actually touch my pussy or my clit and yet I came and I came hard.

There are times where I find myself wanting for his heavy handed side so desperately that I feel like being disobedient just to get punished. I know better (trust me, that’s not the type of mistake you make twice!) so I refrain, but the thought still occasionally crosses my mind. Master has ordered that I just flat out tell him when I’m that desperate and horny, and I do. But sometimes, every now and then, I kind of wish he could read my mind and just take me.

~ariia

Life Interrupted

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Wow what a season. So far autumn has brought me busy days and sleepless nights and a house guest who WAY over stayed his welcome and more changes than I thought were possible for a person to handle.

I apologize for being gone so long again. We had another death in the family. Master lost his Grandfather to a long battle of cancer. The funeral was held in another state so we had to make last minute plans to be out of town for a while. Due to the fact that the children are in school we asked a close family friend to come watch them for us while we went to the funeral (a two day affair). Things went well (as well as can be expected for deaths). Then we had another friend (more of a business associative of Master’s) come to stay for a while…. a long while.  He was originally supposed to be here for maybe a week. He stayed for seven. SEVEN long weeks. It was…. frustrating to say the least.

Our guest (let’s call him Paul) was told about the nature of our relationship early on. He kept asking why I did everything I was told without complaint and begging Master to tell him the secret to “such an obedient woman”. At first I was flattered. Then I realized that this guy didn’t really seem to get it. He assumed that I was stupid enough to follow any order by any man simply because I believed that’s what women do. He would ask me to do things for him that went against what Master has trained me to do (or not do). Nothing sexual mind you, but things like “Change your Master’s schedule around so that he works on my project for more hours than we agreed to” and shit. It angered me. It angered Master. Because Paul is a good friend of Master’s and has been for years, I think Master was trying to ignore the majority of the remarks made; the poking fun at who I am in this relationship. Whatever the reason it cause major stress on Master and I.
I did my best not to act out for it, though I fully admit to failing a few times. I bit my tongue more often than not, but anyone could tell that I was on edge. I got some of the hardest punishments I’ve had yet for some of the things I would utter under my breath. I’d love to say I couldn’t help it, that I was pushed too hard or whatever, but the honest to god truth is I was angry and I wanted it to show. I wanted it to show so badly that I didn’t care if it permanently damaged the relationship Master has with Paul. I got that notion whipped out of me with a leather belt and a wooden spoon. Welts and bruises stayed on my ass for the remainder of Paul’s stay. Master made certain of it. (Which is good, I deserved the punishment for my actions! I was downright sassy!)
But enough about that. (It still angers me to think of Paul sometimes, all I can think is “how dare he ask me to go against a direct order” even though he has no real clue about the nature of anything other than vanilla.)
Anyway! I notice that I got a few questions on Formspring Me while I was away, so let me get to those really quickly:

  1. can any adults use a bi slave online that wants to be humiliated disgraced and exposed?

I’m sure there are ways of using someone online. I’m also sure the degree of use can be stretched as far as the imagination allows. After all, Master and I met online (though we were friends long before we were Master and slave, and dating long before we were even that). I can tell you though, that there is such a difference between being given an order online and being given that same order in person that it’s like night and day. Online I could turn off the computer and go about a “normal” lifestyle. I could choose to obey or not obey Master and there were little consequences. Even then I could choose to follow punishment or not. In short – yes, I can see how someone would be able to ask you to do things that require you to be exposed and/or humiliated, but at the same time I would remind you of two things: a) be careful. And b) it is honestly, so much better in person.

  1. Where can I find your new blog?

I don’t have one. I’ve just been neglecting this one. I am under new orders to make sure that I post here 5 times a week though, and I lose computer time if I fail this task, so believe me, blogging is a new priority!! Lol.

  1. do u have АSK.FM account? i love it, its like formspring but smth new. i would follow you there. ;)

I’m not really sure what ASK.FM is, but I will look into it! And I have no idea what “smth” means. I’ll look into Ask.fm after I post this and then let you all know if I signed up in the next blog post.

Whew. For now though, I fear I may have lost some of you with the boring blah’s of normal life among the BDSM sides of me. I will post again tomorrow (the plan is to post Monday through Friday so that if I accidentally skip a day I can make up for it Saturday or Sunday)
In the mean time I should really catch up on your blogs, check out my new readers and browse FetLife (who is charging now?!) for events near Master and I. We are stepping out into the BDSM world here and it’s every bit of nerve-racking and erotically exciting!

Thanks again for continuing to follow me even though I’ve been a bad blogger as of late!!
~ariia

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