A weekend of crying and cumming (Real)

I feel as though this weekend I have been pushed quite far. Each time Master and I play together we always seem to cover new ground in some sort of way, Friday night was no exception.

Previously I have said about wanting to be made to cry, generally from more emotional hurt rather than pain, I half got what I wanted, but it wasn’t quite what we were expecting. I was tied on my back, legs up, and arms above my head. I was wearing a ball gag, and could see my exposed cunt in the TV screen, as Master had rigged up his camera to the show me. It’s an odd feeling getting off on watching your own body!

There were 2 bowls of water, one with ice cubes and one with warm water, a little too warm for my liking, but not that I really had much say in the matter. He did realise though.

He had the metal toys separated in each bowl, and kept on changing them inside me, the feeling of the cold after the warm was a particular favourite. Whilst I was enjoying the change of temperature, he put the wand on my clit, I was getting a bit noisy so a pillow was placed over my face, all was good so far…

I could see him get the clover clamps, and attach them to my nipples, now I have a real problem with being able to stand them for too long, seeing as I had lost my nicer clips, these were the ones I was getting instead. I was very much starting to enjoy them on my nipples, and started to feel very close to cumming. Then is happened… he move the clips and had a little play with them, moving them about, which in turn made me scream a real scream not a pleasure scream in to the gag and pillow.

My close to orgasm feeling disappeared, my nipples, felt intensely painful as he took off the clamps, the wand was still going, I was hysterically crying, not able to catch my breath. Even though I knew at the time I would get off on this at a later date, I still couldn’t help but be upset. He lifted the pillow, and carried on a bit more, he got the message that I was nowhere near cumming, and stopped.

I felt weak and vulnerable, as he undone my bonds and cradled me in his arms. This was unexpected, as neither of us set out to make me cry. Being reduced to tears is a massive turn on for me, and I’m glad Master did not stop at the point. Being a slave is about being pushed, it is what I want, and have asked for, but in no means is it easy.

The fun didn’t stop there, after a little rest; I was put back in the bonds, in a similar position. Master started to play with me, using the wand on my clit, and fingering my wet pussy. I was still feeling a little fragile, but was starting to ease up a bit more. Master then started to finger fuck my ass. My climax was building up and up and up! I could not believe how much it was building; it took hold, and went through me. Waves of pleasure over and over again, from head to toe. I have never had a cum quite like it, so powerful and intense.

I could not catch my breath afterwards, it really did knock me sideways, tears started to flow, again! Hugging me tightly in his arms, Master was whispering “Good girl” to me.

I wonder if the orgasm was so intense as my emotional state was altered by getting upset and afraid earlier on.

Last night was pretty eventful as well. I’m going to try and remember what happened as it feels pretty blurry to me right now.

Oh that’s it, I was tied on my back, with my arms above my head, Master was playing with electric toys on my clit. He was enjoying watching me squirm about.

He stopped to try and think where some of his other electric toys were, and he was looking at me. Feeling a bit feisty I asked him, what would happen if I unclipped my hands, as I thought I could reach. He just said in a warning tone “You can try it, if you really want…”

So I did..

He pounced on me as soon as they were undone, flipped me over and dragged me down the bed and held me there. He started to push a toy into my bum, making me wriggle around a bit, it was hard to take at first, I think as the thought of a punishment had made me nervous. He could see I was struggling, but he wanted me to take more, so he handed me the wand.

The wand being on my clit, and him fucking my arse with the toy made me cum quite nicely, I asked him for mercy, but he didn’t stop. It was becoming to hard to take, so I put the wand back on my clit, not because it felt nice at that point, but because it changed the pain to pleasure pain, as he pushed the bigger plug up there.

Master flipped me over on to my back, propped my hips up with a pillow, took out the toy then started to penetrate my ass with his throbbing cock. He proceeded to fuck me a little bit harder, I was trying to train my ass to not need anything on my clit whilst being ass fucked. It started to feel really good! I was asking him to go harder and harder, pushing myself against the wall, so he could thrust deeper and deeper into my hole. Eventually he came hard, making me squeal a bit, then told me to look into his eyes as he spurted his spunk into me.

After his cock came out of my bum, I put the wand back on my clit, as I was so in need of a good cum, as I did, Master poured the condom into my mouth, I swallowed his tasty cum.

My climax didn’t take long to build up, before it took over my body, I let the wand go, and was looking forward to enjoying the after cum high, instead, Master held my hands together and held the wand to my clit, forcing me to cum, over and over again. And then some more! I got weaker with each cum, until he stopped…

I felt very light headed, and faded away a little. I started to come round to find him gently tying me up, then coming to hug me as I came down. It was a beautifully intense session.

Today we had some fun in the shower, Master has a large shower, which is nice to play in. I have been getting better with deep throating, and also been getting used to the medical gag. After we were all nice and clean Master started asking me to tell him about what we had done this weekend, as I was mentioning all the fun, I saw he had the bar of soap I had brought from the supermarket, in his hand. Rubbing it over his fingers he saw me stop and look at him, he asked me to continue.

He pushed his soap covered fingers into my mouth, rubbing them all round, telling me how much of a dirty girl I am. His hands came out, I rinsed my mouth out with water, and saw him with the soap again, this time soaping up his cock. He told me to get down on my knees and check how clean it is with my mouth. I said no and couple of times, and then he dragged me down by my hair, he forced himself into my mouth. The soap was making me gag.

He washed off the soap, I stayed on the floor and he came back and started to fuck my throat, going all the way down as far as he could. It felt amazing, and so difficult. I was left coughing while he went out, and came back with the medical gag, and fastened it on me. It was almost easier to take him, but also harder. He had a few goes, before I was a little sick. Then showered it away and carried on, this made my clit pulse even more, and even though I was in the shower, I think I was still very wet down below, from my own juices.

Master took the medical gag off, left me kneeling with the water running over me. Grabbing my hair he looked into my eyes and asked me if I enjoyed it, I said yes, and he spat on my face, then said how it had turned him on too. Turning the shower to cold he held it on me for a few seconds, I tried to leave, but he held me back in the cold stream of water. Turning it off he left me on the floor in a shivering heap. I did warm up fast though, seeing as it has been a hot day.

Oh what a fun weekend 🙂

The Contract (Story)

I turned up at his house, rung the bell and waited patiently and excitedly for him to open the door. No answer. But he knew I was coming, and knew when I had got off the ferry. I rang again…. Nothing. I knocked on the door instead, as I did the door sneaked open, so I pushed it, and peered inside.

I called out a couple of times, “Master?” “Paul?” Still no answer.

Very strange, I put my bags down, and started to walk through the front room. Next thing I was suddenly grabbed from behind and pushed to the floor, I let out a yelp in surprise. He was sitting on me, my arms pinned under his legs, and my face pushed into the floor. My heart was racing and I was trembling. He leant forward and I could hear and feel his breathing in my ear, “hello Juliette” he whispered. I could hear him smiling. “Hello Master” I said as my lips brushed past the floor.

He put a hood over my head, handcuffed my hands behind my back, and told me to get up. Feeling quite disorientated, I struggled to my feet, I felt him lean into me, thinking he was going to give me a hug, I leant towards him. I was wrong, he lifted me up over his shoulder, I was wriggling around and felt very out of control, he carried me towards the stairs and I screamed at him. This felt really scary, the stairs have no banister, my arms are bound, I’m so scared he’ll drop me. He warns me to keep still and be quiet.

He throws me onto the bed and my arms jab into my back, I try to free them a bit, but it’s no use. He laid next to me and took off the hood. I blinked at the brightness, and saw him. He was looking deep into my eyes, and I was feeling very special, but had a sinking feeling that that was about to change.

He stroked my face, and thanked me for coming to see him. But this time my visit would be a little different, and that he has a new contract, which I will be signing. “I look forward to reading it Master, but I can’t sign it until I’m happy with it” I said. “That’s fine honey, but you WILL be signing it” he replied with a cheeky grin.

He un-cuffed my hands, and tied them using rope to the head of the bed, he got the contract, straddled me, and proceeded to read it. Most of it started off like the last one, I was more than happy with everything he was saying, and couldn’t understand what was to be so different this time. He read on, “Master will succeed to break down slave’s toilet boundaries”, “What?!” I snapped. He slapped my face hard and told me not to talk to him that way, and to let him finish. “But please Master, I’ve said no to that before, please Master I’m begging you! You know I’m not happy with that, why would you do that to me?”

He smiled, and simply replied with “Because I feel like it”.

He started to read on and I snapped at him again, which was followed by another slap, harder than the previous one, but on the same spot. He got a ball gag, and fastened it round my head. I was feeling very worried, and felt like I was losing what little power for myself, I had left.

He read on “The safe word will be useless in ALL play this weekend, and ‘Mercy’ will only be considered if Master deems fit to do so.” Master looked at me, only this time I was not feeling as special as I did earlier, instead my heart was sinking, and I was feeling very nervous. I’m sure my eyes must have looked quite worried. I shook my head, he smiled and gave me a kiss.

“slave will be pushed to her limit mentally this weekend, she will break down and she will submit to her Master” I was shaking, and sweating.

The contract had been read out to me word for word, and there was no way in hell I was going to sign. “Are you ready to sign now, my beautiful slave?”, I responded by shaking my head. Master said, “Oh really? See now I have a feeling that you will sign it”, I shook my head again, more vigorously.

He took my skirt, panties and shoes off, and spread my legs apart at the ankles on a spreader bar, and then again at the knees with another spreader bar. His fingers rubbed around my cunt and spread my juices around, he took a little taste and then wiped his hand over my face. “It’s reasons like that, that I am sure you will sign it, part of you obviously liked what you heard, you dirty slut!”

I saw him get the electric play stuff, and started to lube up the torpedo dildo. Holding it up in front of me he asked me if I was sure about not signing. I shook my head and tried to plead with him through the ball gag.

I felt the cold toy against my cunt, very quickly he shoved it into me, making me squeal! He turned it on quite high, then stopped it, and again, then stopped it. Looking at me he said, “Have you come to your senses yet?” I wriggled around and tried to say “No fucking way!”, all the words were muffled, I think he only heard ‘No’. The dildo was now consistently on high, he got off the bed.

The hood went back on, I couldn’t see and this was now making me more terrified!

He started clipping pegs to my pussy, each one making me squirm, and cry out in pain. I can’t believe he is pushing this so much, there was a lot in the contract that he knows I wouldn’t want to sign to. This is the cruellest he has been to me, even tickling was in there too! It was an evil contract, and I wanted to go home.

The electric went up. My clit was pulsing. My eyes were welling up.  The hood came off. He stroked my face and said, “aww look at you, you’ve got yourself all worked up, why don’t you just sign it so you can have a breather?”

He un-done the ball gag. I pleaded “Master, please Master, I can’t sign that, so many things in there that I am not happy with, I would even rather go home than to sign that, please Master, don’t be so cruel, it’s too much”.

“You want to be my slave though, am I right?”

“Yes, but..”

“Well this is what I was to do with my slave”

“But Master..”

“So I think you ought to be telling me you are going to sign, am I right?”

The electric had been turned up, he twisted a peg, released it and pinched where it had been, “OWWWWW” I screamed.

“I WILL NOT SIGN THE BLOODY CONTRACT MASTER, YOU’VE PUSHED IT TOO FAR!!”

He grabbed the plastic bag, and placed it over my head, held it tight at my neck and watched me breathe. My breathing was getting shallower, twisting and pulling each peg, my screams making my breathing go shallow, more and more quickly. He turned up the electric. I wondered who was going to crack first, he could see the bag getting closer to my face, “Master please don’t”, I wheezed. “Please…. Master…” “Master…..I can’t…..” I needed air…. “ok…. Master… I… will….sign”

Immediately the bag was opened, oxygen rushed in, I couldn’t focus, my vision had gone, I felt floaty and distant. I started to cry, he gave me kisses on my tears and whispered “Good girl”.

First Dungeon Session with Master (Real)

So Friday was my first dungeon session with Master, I am still a bit dazed by the whole experience.

We had arranged to meet on Friday morning, but he surprised me on Thursday night being at my house after work, he jumped out on me, grabbed me, threw something over my head and pushed me to the floor. Even though it was dark, I knew it was him.

He handcuffed my hands behind my back, and put a plastic bag over my head, and held it close to my face. I was sitting up, with his face close to mine, asking me if I am going to be a good slave, eventually when he was satisfied with my answer, he released the bag. Gasping for air, he came close and gave me a hug and a kiss. I was stupidly happy that he arrived early.

Master brought me a lovely lingerie set, black with pink bits, I ran a few things past him for what I should wear, he ended up deciding on my cherry platform shoes, black corset skirt and a white basque type top. As much as it was a nice outfit, unfortunately it was not very practical getting from the car to the dungeon. I had to climb up, no wait, hobble up many steps, the shoes were high, and the skirt had no give! It was worth the struggle though!

The dungeon was tucked away, very private and full of lots of fun things. Master started with stripping me down to my new underwear and suspending my arms up, gagging and blindfolding me. I was sufficiently bound and out the way, leaving him free to wonder around. Eyeing the spanky many toys, he kept trying all different ones on me, later I had a look and realised that there were some mean looking ones, I was very thankful that he hadn’t used those ones. The carpet beater was a new one on me. The horsehair whip stung, I had little red dots on my tummy for hours after.

Fortunately for him he was allowed to smoke in the room. I heard him light a cigarette, and remembered back to a dirty fantasy I told him about ages ago, one of those fantasies you don’t actually expect to come true. He came over to me, and brought it into reality, grabbing me by the hair, he blew smoke into my face, I tried not to breathe, then coughed into the gag. He did this a few times before stopping.

He tied me to the spanking bench, put a ball gag in and kept my blindfold on. I heard a rubber glove go on, and started to feel a little worried, I kept telling myself, there is nothing I can do, so I should just relax, and let him play with me. He was warming my ass up with his fingers, starting off gently. After a bit he started to spank me, no part of my bum was left un-spanked! He seemed to think it was fun to hit me hard every now and again with a tawse, keeping my bum warm, and keeping me on edge.

I heard the swishing of a cane, and remembered that I had rather stupidly said that I wanted to feel a hard stroke of the cane. Feeling nervous, he started beating my ass with it, he gave me 6 strokes, then stopped, I struggled a bit, he then gave me 6 more, which I struggled with quite a lot. He played with my clit, then asked how many hard strokes would you like. I held up 1 finger, I didn’t want more than one as I didn’t know how much I could take.

One hard stroke later, and my breathing was very short, my heart was racing, he said ‘good girl’, and started playing with my ass again. He started fucking it with a vibrator, and put the wand on my clit, bringing me to an immense hit of orgasms, I thought I was done after one, but I couldn’t move, and he didn’t stop. Forcing a harder orgasm to take hold, and another one, I don’t quite remember how many I had, but I became a quivering mess and my throat was sore from having screamed so loud!

My heart sank when I went into the bathroom, there was an enema bag hanging up, looks like the same one Master has at home, I came out and asked if he had put something in there, he smiled and said he didn’t. But I think he liked how it was making me a little scared.

He laid me back on the bench, and hitched my legs up, and arms down. I could see us in the ceiling mirror, one of the many fun things about the dungeon. He put a small plug in my ass then fucked my pussy for a bit, then he swapped the plug for a bigger one, and continued fucking. When he could see I was getting used to it, he took the plug out and fucked my ass. I asked for permission to play with my clit, and he very kindly handed me the wand, I had a mind blowing cum, at the same time asking him to fuck me harder.

One thing I loved about the dungeon, was the ease of everything there, being able to be bound easily in pretty much any position, suspended, laying down on a bench, a cross, the floor, if I only I had a room like this at home, I would never get let out!

Later he had me on the floor, my arms and legs spread out, and fastened to hooks in the floor! Wanting to have some fun with breath play he put a gas mask over my head. I wriggled about as I could see my face in the mirror and it was creeping me out, I settled more once I couldn’t see my face, just my body. In the mirror I could see Master putting condoms on some ridiculously sized dildos, I was a bit concerned as he started fucking my cunt with small dildos, before he started stretching me with the larger ones.

Each time I resisted too much he stopped, and came to my face and put his hand over the mask, stopping my breathing instantly for a few seconds, only letting go when panic started to run through me. He then continued stretching my poor cunt, but on the plus he made me cum a few times.

Something he did when I had the gas mask on struck me as being quite romantic, he breathed out into the mask, making me breath his recycled air, making it very hard for me to get oxygen. I think they are like breath play kisses.

After he was done playing with the dildos, he left took the mask off and left me on the floor. Master was towering over me, he looked down and asked if I would like a few minutes to cool down, I said I would, then he took me by surprise and spat on me before leaving the room.

Before he let me get up, he got the clover clamps and put 4 on my pussy lips, this was too much, way too much, I could see in the ceiling mirror that he was having a little fun moving them around. My squeals must have been so loud! He took them off fairly fast. I guess this is something I need more training on.

He sat me on a chair and showed me the violet wand, I’ve never seen one before, and I don’t think he was expecting me to be so scared of it. The noise of it got me more than anything, after a while a trusted that the shock wasn’t actually that much. I still think in the future it will scare me though.

The 4 hours zipped by so quickly, we had a little time there with each other to reflect on it, before leaving. I think we need to go back as there are a few things that we didn’t get a chance to play with there, the cage, the leather body bag, electric toys.

I was feeling hazy when we got back to my house, couldn’t really focus on much, and took forever to get round to ordering pizza.

That evening we fucked hard and rough, thinking back to all the kinkiness that took place in the dungeon.

The next day I showed Master my fucking machine, I think he enjoyed this as straight after I came, he decided he had to have me too!

The past couple of days with Master have been very memorable, we were sad to leave each other yesterday. He seems to far away living across the ocean. Makes me miss him more. After our intense play, it seems to of drawn us even closer together and more in love. I’m sure the distance will make our hearts grow fonder but it still hurts at times.

Master, I hope you enjoy my write up.

I love you.

Hello world!

Welcome to my new little blog, I’ve been meaning to set this up for a while, seeing as Master and I had our first Dungeon session together on Friday, I thought that now was a good time to go live with it.

I’m not one to sit around on ideas, I get lots of ideas and try my best to do them all! This blog is for sharing my kinks and darkest desires, along with my experiences and filthy stories.

I hope you enjoy reading, as much as I’m going to enjoy writing!