There is no substitute for the real thing

Oh yes, I enjoyed giving Sean head yesterday as he sat at his computer writing to all of you (link). I think I have a bit of a thing for giving him head at the moment, it sort of relieves my want for orgasm. I've just finished my period and tomorrow we are going back to my family home. That means sleeping together in a double bed. Which means lots of cuddles and sex when we want during the night or morning. So things should be back to normal - whatever that means now-a-days.

I guess it hasn't been apparent, but until just recently we had quite a problem with our sex life. We've been together for almost six years and having sex for five. In my head, I guess, I knew that it would get boring. It wasn't ever actually boring, but there was a time when we didn't have sex for weeks, even though we saw each other every day and slept in the same bed. Sean didn't want to bring it up because he didn't think I saw the problem. And I didn't. I was perfectly happy with it. I didn't seem to have a sex drive and so didn't feel like there was anything missing. Sean's recently told me that he consciously suppressed his horny/lustful feelings because he felt guilty initiating sex all the time. The thing that gets me is that I didn't even notice.

It wasn't until I looked into the possibility that I had mild depression (link) that Sean voiced his concerns. We've been trying to improve the situation since. Starting this blog was a way for us to actually see how often we are intimate; and so far writing this blog has given me reason to think about sex more often and so actually want sex more often too. I hope it continues that way.

Did I mention that I gave him head again today for nothing in return? Like I said, I think I'm a bit obsessed with his cock being in my mouth at the moment. I was even sucking my thumb 'as a substitute'. Tee hee.

She's giving me head. No I mean it. Now...

"What to write for my blog entry tonight?", I asked her. Then I
suggested she should get under my desk and give me head like the naughty
little bitch she is, and she willingly agreed... so here we are, her
knelt at my feet, sucking my cock, and me pressing her down with my
forearms as I write this post... Heard of cyber-sex, perhaps this is
cyber voyeurism?

Mmmmm so good!....

Goodnight all, I best go before I come, and my typing to backspace ratio
decreases too faaaaaaaaaar.....

Night!

Sean

x

New semester resolutions

With the coming of a new semester, I have some resolutions I intend to keep.

1. I will take pride in my appearance and will work to look my best most of the time
2. I wont bottle up my feelings of depression; I'll write them down or talk to Sean
   
3. As this semester I will have four days a week off, I will do the required reading and assignments weekly rather than at the last minute.
4. I will get into a routine. This includes eating all three meals each day, scheduling and completing my uni assignments and going to the gym. I will never miss a lab session, lecture or workshop.
   

I believe these will be a challenge but aren't impossible to achieve. I'll let you know how I do.

I miss you when I am asleep

Last night, Mel slept over. She was still on, so no action, but it was just nice to have someone to cuddle up to. Normally I find myself trying to distract myself from it, but I really miss her when I go to sleep. And when I wake up in the night. Normally when we sleep together in a single bed I sleep very poorly, waking all the time, but last night was different, I slept really well.

...And when I woke, boy was I horny! I felt really guilty, but I couldn't help it. She somehow sensed my hornyness (could have been me grinding my cock against her arse...) and after a while asked if we had any condoms here (as she was still on!). I did, so we got on with it. I was still very tired, so I decided to come when she did, and told her so. She didn't seem to mind, so we came (almost) together. It was just enhanced missionary, but it was so good, she's really getting her sex-drive back after them pills, which is great! I love the way her hands go all over me, just wish they would be a little harder... I like being pushed too, just not quite as much as she does.

Can't wait for next (academic) year, where we will be (hopefully) living together!

I want to please

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The black dog howls. Part II

Reading over the last post (link), I know what I was going on about but I don't feel that way any more. After writing that post I was very upset, so I set about to distract myself. The guys out there may not want to read the next bit if they are put off by discussions about periods. I know most guys are...
I am currently on my period, and it's a heavy one (caused by the new coil I have). As I was sat at the computer writing that last post blood managed to leak everywhere. Any girls out there know the feeling of realising too late that your sanitray pad has leaked? And then every move you make you can feel it? Yeah, I had that feeling. For the guys out there, it's horrid. Thankfully I was still in my pyjamas (what a weird word!). Yeah, I know, it was 3pm. So what? I'm on study leave and need to be relaxed while I revise. Anyway, I whipped them off and soaked them in hot soapy water - the quicker you soak them the less chance there is of it staining. The hot water in my bedroom is scolding. Ususally I shy away from anything that hot. Today though, when my hands were scolded by the hot water, some kind of relief came from the pain. It's hard to describe, but I suppose anyone who has self-harmed knows what I'm on about. I have never self-harmed. Today was the closest I came to it though, by holding my hands in the sink full of scolding water. Suddenly I felt a whole lot better. I felt good enough to tidy my stinking room up, it took all of thirty minutes but now it looks reasonbly tidy. Granted, I'm sat next to a big bin-liner full of rubbish... But suddenly I feel a lot better. 

(By the way, guys, you can start reading again) The sinking feelings of depression have been creeping up on me for the last couple of weeks. I hate to call it by the "d-word" as all I have in my mind is an image of stupid teenagers slashing their wrists for attention. In my mind its 'the black dog' and every now and then it starts rearing its head. I went to my GP about it just over a year ago. He instantly asked me if I ever have feelings that I need to hurt myself. When I said no, he dismissed me and told me to see my college counsellor. Which I did. Let me tell you, the hardest thing I've ever done is knock on that counsellor's door. It was as if I was finally admitting that I had a problem. What did she do? She asked me what I did when I felt sad. I said I watch TV. She said that was a good thing to do. She convinced me it was a good thing to do. So I went home and every time I felt sad I watched TV. I ended up watching more than 6 hours a night. That left no time for homework assignments, socialising, talking to Sean on the phone or anything else. It left me with little time to eat. And apparently this was a good thing! It just made me feel worse and worse, caught up in missed deadlines at college and alienating myself from my friends. I never went back to that councellor. I probably should've found someone else. But I didn't. So every now and then I hear the black dog start to howl in my head and I often am capable of ignoring it.

However, today was a weird day. I found an insight into how others cope with the black dog. I think I'll still never self-harm, but I somehow have a new respect for those teenagers who slash their wrists. I'm just thankful I'm strong enough not to succumb to the attractions of hurting myself.

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The black dog howls

I'm not as good at all this as everyone thinks I am. They'll see when I fail that I'm just a fraud who's recently been drowning in all the lies I've spun around myself. Sean and my parents think I'm so cleaver. I'm not. I have to put in so much work to succeed and recently all I've been doing is playing computer games and watching TV. So they'll see when I fail this year that I'm not all what they think I am. On the outside it sounds like I know what I'm doing or talking about. It sounds like I'm enjoying my time here. It sounds like I'm doing all the work I'm meant to be and it sounds like I'm going to do really well. But I'm not going to and everytime that I try to tell Sean he just refers me to how well I did in my GCSEs. That one time was a fluke. One of the exams went really badly and when my mum asked how well it went I had a massive row with her. Then I went and got an A. There's no way that's going to happen again. It didn't at A-Level - I didn't get one A and the only reason I was accepted to University was because I had four A-Levels instead of three. And I had to spend an extra year at college to do that. This round of exams has gone badly so far. I'll just scrape the required 40%. Which will be a third and not worth having. I'm not going to survive at Uni and all I want to do is crawl into a hole and cry.

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Nothing relaxes you quite like... a blowjob and chocolate!

Sorry first post in a few days, been so busy revising not had time!

So there I was complaining about revising when Mel says "I just thought of something naughty." After a bit of coaxing she said that she thought that if she gave me head whilst I revised then I would be more relaxed and I would also enjoy it so next time I came to revise I would enjoy it too... Well, we weren't in the kinda situation where she could have gone down on me there and then so we went back to hers. By that time I was fed up with revision, so didn't bring any with me, but on the way Mel told me she wanted me to make up a story...

Mel likes being told stories when she's giving me head. In fact she says its one of her favourite things to do, and hey I don't mind making up a story on the spot to please the lady when she's gunna be giving me head! She's just starting her period again, seems that its not quite perfect yet, but hey 2 weeks is much better than 3 days! Anyway, she lets me know that she doesn't want anything, so I know tonight is all about me.

We get back and after changing into a smaller stretchier top she starts kissing and before long she's sucking it slow and deep. It's taking her a long time to master depth, but she's patient and she's getting better and better. If anyone has any tips,.... Anyway, I starts telling her about the future, our dungeon, her cage,... she gets released from the cage after spending a couple of days in there, only to be tied one limb to each leg of a gym horse. She's being f*cked by me at first, but then some other guys come in and have their way with her too... It must have taken over 20 minutes to tell the story, but after the first guy I was so close I decided to come when the second guy did. And I did. Hard. And lots. And she swallowed all of it. I was extremely impressed, I don't think she missed a drop.

Oh, and did I mention I was eating chocolate at the same time...? Chocolate and head, a perfect combination. You should try it some time!

Later,

Sean.

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Role reversal.

Hehehe, equality. I'm all for it. Thats why last night I decided that I should be tied up. Why should she have all the fun? (Not that I don't like having my way with her....)

Anyway... I sat on the bed, pointing my arms out, wrists together. Mel wasn't sure what I wanted so I just sat there, until she got the idea I was looking at the cuffs. A look of horror came over her face... "But I don't know what to do!" I said, "Well, the buckles just there, undo, put on, do up..." So in a short while I was cuffed. Nothing happened. Then she lay on my chest. I rejected her instantly: "No not there, thats not dominant, that's cute! Why not blindfold me so I don't see when you ain't confident?"

So soon I was blindfolded, and boy did she change then! Ohh yeah! I had one horny little b*tch all over me. My wrists were tied above my head, my ankles chained together, mmm... And she knows how I like it, rough but not painful. I ain't into pain... well, not receiving it at least! Anyway after a bit she left, and I heard the tap running. She came back, my whole body attempted to hide through the mattress, I was expecting a cup of water over me, that's what I may have done to her in the same situation. But I got kisses and a strong rub down. What was she doing? Then I heard the other chain (quietly) being lowered into the sink. She's getting it cold, I thought to myself. She knows how I love the cold!

So I was stroked up and down with cold chain and found myself squirming more than I can ever remember doing before. She must have liked that!

Soon she was giving me head, she must have liked the sight of my hardon because she seemed to forget about the chain altogether! Then she came up for kisses, at least thats what I thought, though I don't remember being able to give more than a couple. She was teasing me and rubbing herself all up and down me. I was so horny! Then she straddled my shoulders. I thought she was going to force me to give her head, so I licked my lips and prepared, but soon I felt her warm mouth and cool hands on my shaft again, and her pussy was close enough for me to smell but not close enough for me to give it a good licking. I raised my head so I could lick it, she didn't push me away, but nor did she encourage me (much!), but soon my neck hurt too much to hold it there any longer and I relaxed back into the pillows and enjoyed the head she was giving me!

After what seemed like a good 10 minutes, and me absolutely gagging for it, she moved away, turned round and mounted me. She varied position a lot, to try and find a position she was comfortable in (she doesn't like being on top as much as a lot of other women seem to say they do - any opinions out there?), and soon she was riding me hard, telling me to come. Well I must say with her prompting and after a good 30-40 minutes of foreplay I didnt need much encouragement, and I came inside her for the first time in ages (that is without a condom).

I enjoyed it very much, and its nice to feel no pressure (a self-inflicted male thing, she never makes me feel pressured) for a change, I wasn't worried whether she came or not, and that was re-inforced by her asking me to! Brilliant!

Hope all you are having as much fun as we are!

Later,

Sean.

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The 2-6-2 rule explained

Sex comes in tens. Out of ten times you have sex, six are average, two are fantastic and two are of the "why did I bother?" variety. We've been having so much fantastic sex recently, I thought what I read about the 2-6-2 rule just happened to other people. Today, though, was a bit of a downer, though I was still far from asking why I bothered.

I went round Sean's to do some study and ended up falling asleep snuggled up to him as he did his. I think that's what put me in a foul mood and it lasted the rest of the day. We later watched a documentary about a couple who were trying to rekindle their sex life and it got us both a bit horny. Half way through kissing on the bed, I went to the loo and came back to find Sean playing on the computer. Anyone watching would have seen my shoulders slump. Sometimes I feel he can't leave his computer alone. This time, though, he was playing on the computer for my benefit, loading up some naughty videos to play on random throughout our love making. He was taking his time about it though, so I laid back on the bed and tried to get myself back in the mood. Which I did with some help from my fingers. He came back to me once the images were playing and then he had to go again when his computer gave him some error. This happened a few times and it did tick me off a bit. I felt like asking him to leave it alone, but when he finally got it working it was worth it.

He took me when I was lying on my front, another favorite of mine (link). We both watched the screen and I could hear him make sighing and grunting noises. He doesn't normally make much noise, so I knew things were going good until he pulled out with an "oh" and his hot semen fell over my back. That 'oh' meant his orgasm was a purely mechanical thing, and it upsets me a bit when that happens. I already feel guilty that I can come so many times during sex and he has to watch and only have one. I feel worse, sorry for him too, when he obviously didn't enjoy his one orgasm. For me it puts a downer on things.

I think after that I was a bit curt with him and for the rest of the evening he was asking me what was wrong. I said "I must be tired" which now-a-days translates to "I'm grumpy, I don't know why" or "I'm grumpy and it's for lots of stupid little reasons". Today it was the latter; I woke up in the morning feeling grouchy, fell asleep in the middle of the day grouchy, woke up grouchy and felt in competition with Sean's computer. Which sounds stupid now I write it down, but there you go.

Sean, I'm sorry.

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You'll need an explaination for this post...

Sean made me count how many days I have had period free. And the grand total is .... FIVE !!!! yey!

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Awesome day

Yesterday was awesome with regard to our sex life. I didn't get up until 10 due to the fact I had no lectures to go to. I planned to do some work and I actually did (aren't you proud?) Around 12 Sean phoned and then he came round with the orders "I'm going to use your computer, you're going to get me lunch then we're going to fuck. We have an hour before the bus I want leaves." So that was that. Lunch was instant noodles and sex was faster and gentler than our so-called quickie the other night (link).
Then last night I went round his for some TV. The film we watched ended at midnight, and he surprised me by taking his bag with him to walk me home. That meant he intended to stay the night. Which meant huggles all night! When we settled down for sleep, he whispered to me "no sex" which I was fine with. But 10 minutes later he's biting my shoulder, which turns me on instantly, and soon his fingers were playing at my smooth pussy. He later commented on how wet I already was. Soon after he entered me from behind so that we were in the spoons position. One of my favorites, I love feeling him so close and with his hands on my boobs or tummy, it's just great!

Then we were able to fall asleep together, though he had a more fitful night than I did and at some stage I woke to "Mel, wake up. Wake up," and he asked if I could find the pain killers. He said every time he had a hard-on it hurt and woke him up. Which wasn't good at all as he also informed me men have on average five hard-ons a night. We've decided no sex for a few days for us both to recover from this recent sudden increase in my sex drive.

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My first time under the desk

"Wow." That's one word to describe last night. Ages ago Sean showed me an image in the Eros Blog archive of a tanned woman bent under the desk ready to be taken by whoever desired her. A story accompanied it about a sex slave who is constantly being forced under her master's desk for his gratification while he "did his things on his computer" (link). Last night we tried this, as just the thought turned us both on.

I was already lying naked on the bed when Sean suggested I should bend down under my computer desk. I knew what he was referring to, and consented. He snapped my collar round my neck, along with my cuffs on my hands (twice in the same week, I am lucky) and used a carabiner to join my wrists to the D-ring at the front of my collar. My hair was left loose, which on reflection was a silly idea for me to suggest. He told me as it was my first time I could have a comfort under there, and I chose a pillow for under my knees. Again, a bit silly... I should have chosen something to cover the whole carpet under the desk - my carpet is of the coarse variety that is usually used as a welcome mat in a clothes store. That's University halls for you.

I bent over in the doggy position so that my pussy was peeking out from under the desk at the desired height. Sean lent over me and tied the carabiner holding my wrists and neck to the hot pipes running along the wall under the desk.

Once again, Sean became my master.

There was quite a while before his cock came near my pussy, and all that while all I could do was wait. The fact that I was now there just to please him, and he didn't have to worry about my pleasure at all was a turn on. He didn't have to touch me unless he wanted to. The waiting was almost as good as the sex itself.

He took me rough and hard, pumping away without a thought of what I wanted. Which, ironically, was just what I desired. At times he would slow and become gentler, but I think that was to give himself a break. He even withdrew from me completely a couple of times. But when his thrusts were hard, my head banged against the wall or the corner of the desk and this was just the treatment I wanted.

I spent most of my time down there wondering what he was doing, I could hear his fingers tapping the keyboard and at some stage I could hear another woman being enjoyed. I sometimes imagined that I was competing with this woman for my master's attention, during these times I moved my hips back to meet his and became almost violent in the way I moved back to him. It was during these times that I orgasmed.

Other times, I must tell, I was rather naughty. We had recently been to the gym and although there aren't many good looking people there (they're mostly very skinny) there were one or two the last time we went. One of them was a well built 20-something with a tight black vest covered in sweat and I must admit I did catch myself looking at him. So at one point I imagined it was him that was fucking me. My master must've brought him in to show me to him, but all he could see was this pussy staring back at him from under the desk. Master gives him permission, and he takes him up on the offer. He must hurry, though, because others are waiting.

These thoughts drove me wild. It was the first time I had fantasied about other men during sex and its effects on me must have been noticeable.

My master finally came with groans and I knew I had done a good job. When I was untied and Sean was at my side once again, he asked me how long I thought we had been having sex together. To me it felt like at least half an hour, so I said 20 minutes just to be on the safe side. He didn't believe my estimate, so I said I thought maybe half an hour. It was then he informed me that actually it was three quarters of an hour. After our so called quickie the other night (link) that might not sound like a long time, so let me explain. Whenever I count how long our love making was I count the foreplay too so the half an hour the other night was probably quarter of an hour if you just consider the actual act. Last night, the act alone was forty-five minutes. Probably our personal best.

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I didn't come round and tie you up...

Tonight, a short entry for you. No more than kissing happened tonight, but there are a couple of things of note. I met up with Sean for lunch, as usual, and sat with him and his mates as they were preparing for their tutorial. They were talking about their latest homework, I wasn't really paying attention until Sean's best mate, J, told Sean off with, "Well, I didn't come round your house and tie you up and stop you from revising last night, did I?" J looked at me, "Don't look like that!" I must've had a grin on my face. I couldn't help it. That grin lasted all the way through my chemistry test and the practical that followed it. Even my lab partner Matt commented. It's just the way the emphasis was on the word 'I'.

Sean and I had innocent snuggles infront of the TV tonight. He offered to walk me home early, with ulterior motives, but I declined. I'm still sore from the fantastic M/s sex we had two nights ago (link). Every time I cough or sit down hard I feel a mild pain.

Just painful enough so I get a secret reminder of that night.

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Unplanned sex is fun too

Tonight was not at all like last night. It wasn't planned (Sean must have planned some of last night... or at least had a running commentary in his head telling him what would be good to do next), infact we had planned to not have sex. This time of year is hard for Uni students: the realisation that exams are coming up in two weeks and we haven't learnt any thing yet. So tonight was going to be revision. I wasn't even going to go round his. But there I was, drawn into finishing last nights story (not doing the planned revision) and Sean is online. Every now and again he says "you can come round..."

So I go round his, books in tow, to do revision. I don't, all I do is snuggle up to Sean watching TV as he reads some lecture notes. He decided he wanted to be in bed by 11. Fine by me. 11 o clock comes and goes and I get up to put on my boots to walk home. Sean asked if he should walk me home... inside I was thinking "yes!" outside I said "no, 'cos you want an early night" but he did walk me anyway. God I love him.

We stand outside the entrance to my halls, talking about nothing much. For some reason, a silly remark probably, he playfully slaps me on the face. I love his power over me, and desire stirs in me. He then bites me on the neck. So much for no sex tonight. And I say so. He says he could come up for a quickie. I wonder out-loud if we've ever had a quickie.

Well it wasn't really that quick. We ran up to my room and stood in the middle, kissing quite passionately. 10 minutes later, we were still there... so I made the move by unzipping his jeans. To which he rewards me with "good girl". So I get more confident and eventually we are banging against the wall, so to speak. He takes me rough, I still ached from last night, but the pain turned me on.

Is half an hour a quickie?

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I am a lucky girl

So here I am aching after a hard, long love session with my master. Today he surprised me by actively seeking out our toys without my prompting or pleading or hinting. I love our sessions even more when he is fully in command and doesn't worry about what I want. I had told him earlier that we could have a session tonight without condoms due to the end of my (three week) period and later on I even hinted that I'd love for him to keep wearing his black bandanna for the evening. That was as much hinting that I gave him... honest.

After coming back from the cinema, everything seemed perfectly normal. We cooked dinner and ate almost in silence, me sat on my bed, him in-front at the computer desk looking at ads on the internet. I felt that maybe tonight was going to be no more than a cuddle and a kiss goodbye, just like last night. I was already trying to gulp down my disappointment when my master started going through my things looking for something.

My 1.5" black leather collar was thrown onto the bed, with matching black and purple cuffs thrown on top. He asked where his carabiners were, so I quickly went to my various boxes left over from moving back to halls. As I went through the things I found my beloved dog leads, both a meter long chain, and asked if he wanted them. He didn't respond, busy looking through my drawers for something else. I found the carabiners and put them on the bed too. They're not real climbing tools, they're just for decoration really, but they do the job.

My master came up behind me as if to give me a hug, and quickly pulled off my pink vest. I think he may have been surprised to find I was wearing a bra today, I dont wear them often any more. He snapped my collar around my neck, it has a padlock and key mechanism and was made just to my measurements. It fits so snugly. On the opposite side to the lock is a D-ring, which my master turned so it was facing behind me. This was a new trick, usually the D-ring was under my chin so he could lead me like a dog on a chain. But not tonight.

Off came my skirt. As simple as that, no fuss. He left my panties on for a time, black French lacy knickers, one of his favorites. They were soon taken off, though I can't remember when ... was it before I was chained to the sink? Was it after I had given him head? I don't know. What's for certain was my new gothic black leather boots were left on.

He pulled my bra straps off of my arms and tucked them into the black and red bra. I knew this must mean that he intended to tie me up leaving my bra on, but might want to remove it later without having to untie me first. This one fact alone made my heart jump. Just the thought of being tied made me smile. My wrist cuffs were buckled on over my fishnet arm warmers, care taken to make sure that the D-rings were facing the right way. He brought my left arm up and bent over my shoulder to rest on my back. My right arm was forced to mirror it, taken down behind me, then bent up at the elbow so both hands almost met. I believe I have England's school PE teachers to thank for this pose, this position is intended to stretch the triceps before a fierce netball game. It is not intended to be held for long periods of time, as I was about to find out.

My wrists weren't close enough together for my master to use a carabiner to hold them together; so instead he picked up the first of the dog chains. I'm not sure how he tied me; but I ended up with my wrists awkwardly tied behind my back, with a chain snaking its way under my breasts and fastened behind my back. The other chain was attached to the D-ring on my collar so he could pull me or tie me to a convenient post. Tonight he chose the latter option, which he doesn't usually go for. I was tied to the handy towel rail under my sink, opposite my bed. Once there I wasn't sure whether to stand or sit, to look my master in the eye or face toward the floor. I chose to stand, once or twice looking at my master as he undressed, once I even looked him in the eye. I guess if he thought I didn't deserve to look at him he'd tell me and punish me. If I didn't deserve to stand, he'd push me to the floor.

I turned to him as he sat naked on the edge of the bed. He pulled at the chain under my boobs causing me to move closer, ever closer, to his already throbbing cock. By this time I was on the floor, sitting up just so my face was hovering about his 8" tool. He was knowingly stirring desire within me, making me watch him gently play with himself, hand moving steadily up and down. I closed my eyes, wetted my lips, waiting for him to enter my mouth. I could smell his juices, almost taste him. But he was just out of reach.

I looked up at his face, saw him smile as he directed his cock to smear its juice over my nose and lips. Each time I parted them to let him enter my mouth, he'd pull away so I couldn't reach him at all. Finally, he got up and walked to the sink to undo the chain holding me back from him. As he went back to sit on the edge of the bed, chain in his hand to make me follow close, he gave me a smile and I knew I was in for a treat. Still kneeling on the floor, my mouth was at my master's cock taking him in and relishing every moment. My desire for him intensified when his hands were at my hair, pushing himself ever further into me. I could feel myself gag, but he loved the feeling, and who am I to deny him that? "Swallow bitch" were his commands and I tried as best as I could, water filling my eyes as I continued gagging on his pulsing cock.

I have already mentioned how uncomfortable the position my hands were tied was. I guess by that point I had also mentioned it to him, so at some point he allowed me to have my hands unchained with the promise that they'd be tied back up if they weren't used to aid the blow job I was now giving him. I had instructions to keep them to his shaft and balls; the one time my right hand strayed away to his pubic hair was met with "that's not my shaft", to which I promptly changed tack. This time my hand wandered southwards instead, to gently stroke around his sensitive anus. This was met with soft groans from him, and I was very pleased with the encouragement: I was pleasing my master.

At a time when it suited him, he motioned for me to stand and entered me from behind. Sex with my master is almost always gratifying. Tonight was no exception. I came loudly many times (we used to try and count, but don't bother now as it is rarely below four) and I could tell he was enjoying it too. When he was close to coming - by that time I was lying on my bed facing him, he standing on the carpet, bent over me - he pulled out and let me watch his come spurt over my face and boobs. Then he went to the sink and as he was washing come off of his cock, he looked at me in the mirror and smiled. I walked over to him, shaky now due to some powerful orgasms, and he held me from behind, forcing me to look in the mirror above the sink. "I want you to see what a dirty whore you are," he told me. I had to fight down the urge to giggle as I saw the mess I was in. Master's come was running down my face and dripping off of my chin to land in sploches on my chest. I can honestly say I wont look at another photo of a girl covered in come in the same way any more. How I loved to see evidence of my submittance to my master.

Now, usually after a session like that, I'd be untied and we'd lie on the bed together with me all snuggled up and he back to being Sean. Not tonight. He chained me back to the sink and I sat on the floor looking up at him as he sat back on the bed. After a while, he came to me and I ended up with the aforementioned carabiners pinching at my nipples. That's the first time I've had anything like a peg or clamp on my boobs and I liked it. He could tell.

Very soon, he motioned me back to his cock with the instructions to be gentle, I did try to be gentle but I love the feel of his cock in my mouth and I think I become rather enthusiastic towards the end. Sean sat up and turned me around and sat me down on his cock. I was surprised, rarely do we have sex twice in a row so close together.

Most of the movements during the second session were mine, as I was the one sat on him. His hands were at my hips and waist and boobs and hair, it seemed, all at once. His orgasms this time seemed powerful, if prolonged, and once again his juices ran down my face.

I am a lucky girl.

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