Don't you dare scream...

There was a knock at my door. "Yep!" I shouted, expecting whoever it was to enter. They didn't. I got off my bed and went to the door. Opened it. I managed to take one glimpse at the person standing there before he covered my eyes with his hand, roughly bundled me back into my room and said quietly into my ear, "Don't say anything, or I'll cut you" He'll cut me? As if to confirm this, I felt a blade lightly graze my neck. He pushed me to the wall "You better not move." I didn't. He replaced his hand with a kind of blindfold and then I was allowed to turn to face him. He kept the blade at my neck as he undid my dressing gown. Uh-oh, I knew where this was going to lead. "Be a good girl, and I wont hurt you" he told me as his knife swept down over my breasts, "You'll only speak when I explicitly tell you to... and when you do, you'll call me Sir or Master." His voice took on a lighter, more playful tone, "I'll call you whatever I want. Nod if you understand." I nodded a small, subtle nod. "Good." My dressing gown fell to the floor. He grabbed at my head and motioned for me to turn round for him. "You are a fine specimen, aren't you?" Dispite the fact I didn't know him, I must've beamed with pride. I pleased him! He led me further into my room and raised my arms. "You better not move."

Well, have you ever held your arms in the air for longer than a few seconds without support? As the man was doing whatever it was he was doing, my arms were beginning to ache and I finally had to move so that my hands clasped each other above my head. He must have noticed, "You'd better not be moving!" he informed me as he busied himself. As I waited for him, he must've said that warning three or four times... I couldn't help shifting my weight and eventually my arms drooped so they were only just above my head. He came back to me, and said right into my ear, "I specifically remember that your hands were apart." I instantly unclasped my hands. "I also remember that your hands were higher than that." With that he took something and smacked it firmly on my bare ass. Possibly my wooden spoon that lives near my bed? I whimpered, he was much harder with it than Sean. He pushed my arms back into the air, put a collar round my neck and a cuff on each wrist. He then went away for a few moments more, all the while commenting how good looking and well behaved I was compared to other girls he'd seen. Then I heard the distinct sound of chains.

He clasped one of the chains to my collar and lead it down between my legs and up the other side, where it was fastened to the cuffs on my wrists. A second chain ran perpendicular to the first, under my breasts and round to be fastened off on the first chain.

Next thing I knew, I was on my knees at his cock. As soon as it went near my lips, I knew what he wanted and took his hot cock into my mouth without his instruction. "You really are a good girl, aren't you?" Once again, I positivly beamed with pride. However, his satisfaction quickly vanished, and I was left trying to forfill commands such as deeper and faster. I chocked on his cock more than once and the one time I pulled away I was greated with "You'd better not do that again, slut." I didn't. I didn't dare. When he was happy with my performance, he pulled me back up to my feet.

"Since you've been a good girl, and didn't scream when I hit you, I'm going to reward you." He removed the chain running between my legs. I was positioned on the bed and he went down to my hot cunt. He was going to give me head? At first, I thought I could see it out without giving my pleasure to him. But his licking was relentless, and very soon I was coming for him. Just as he had planned.

He let me stand again and his hands caressed my smooth skin. "You've been such a good girl, and I'm sorry to say that when I said I wouldn't hurt you I meant I wouldn't permently hurt you." The carresses form his hands were repleaced with carresses from his knife blade. My contentment vanished and only fear was left. He's going to hurt me with his knife anyway. And with those thoughts I shock my head, tears started filling my eyes and I slowly took paces backwards. This experience had been nice, but I didn't want to be hurt. Not like that.

Thwap! A sharp sting, from what I persumed to be my spoon, spread out from my theigh. The tears in my eyes fully formed and the blindfold became wet. Thwap! Maybe this was what he was referring to? This pain I could handle. This pain I enjoyed. Releif swamped my body. I may even have smiled through my whimpering when he hit me. "Now I want you to kiss me." He said in my ear as he came closer to me. I gently shock my head. Kiss him? "I want you to kiss me like you love me. Like I'm your boyfriend and we've been together for six years." I couldn't do that! To be used was one thing, but to kiss him and show I had emotion for him? To fein love for him? He moved closer to me and tilted my chin upwards. There was nothing for it. I gave him a peck. Thwap! "That wasn't convincing!" So I guessed I had to do it. I pretended this man was Sean and, in the end, it wasn't hard to do. I let his tongue explore my mouth and I reciporcated as little as I could. He pulled away, apparently satisfied that I had achieved what he asked me to.

Next, I was led back to the bed. He lay me down and sat above my face. His cock dangled right infront of my mouth with his words, "You'd better be gentle" After a few moments he moved down my body and was ready to penetrate me. "Since you have been good, I'll enter you gently." He gave the impression that other girls hadn't had it so easy. I actually felt proud that this man was so pleased with my behaviour that he was going to reward me with something he didn't usually give. However, I did try and give him a hard time to pry my legs open. It was my last defense... which he easily broke with highlighting the fact that he didn't have to be gentle with me after all.

He entered me with ease. I wasn't at all suprised with how wet I was. He obviously was. He invited me to think about all the other girls he had fucked; none of them had been as wet as I was. I really was a slut. He wondered out loud what my boyfriend would think of me if he found me now, a slut who was wet and easy. Then he wondered if actually I had a girlfriend instead, and whether she'd be disapointed that I had so greedily craved his cock. After he was done with his musings, his thrusts became harder and more forceful and I found myself whimpering on the edge of orgasm. He picked up on this, "Now you're going to come for me, you fucking whore." I cried, shock my head. I. Was. Not. Enjoying. This. Honest. Really. It was no use, I was enjoying every minute of it, every part and every thing. He told me again, using more and more names, and I shuddered and whimpered my way to orgasm. He all but tutted and told me that he had heard quieter. He kept up his rhythm and very quickly, there I was at orgasm again. This time I managed a much quieter one, and I hoped he was still pleased with me. He pulled out, turned me onto my stomach and entered again. This time he was rougher or deeper... or both. My breathing quickened, and I knew I was going to come once more. "That's it, there's a good girl." He told me, as we both came at the same time.

He lay on me for a while, breathing heavilly and I knew I had pleased him. He let me sit up, then he removed my blindfold...



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It's been a while

Last night my period ended. Tonight, after Uni, I will stay at home and tidy up my room and have a long hot shower. I will invite Sean around, say at half past eight; and, instead of watching TV like we do every night, I will be looking forward to a few hours of passion. I've missed the feeling of having him inside me. I guess we will have to go gentle to begin with and will probably need to indulge in quite a fair amount of foreplay... *tee hee* what a shame! Sean I hope you read this as it comes in on the RSS. I hope this is all the hinting you need.

You have one hell of a horny bitch on your hands.

It's story time...

Mel's been in a bit of discomfort for the last short while, she was probably too hard with me the other night! Well, I offered (being in a gentle mood) for her to opt between us both getting head or having gentle sex. She opted for head, but with a story. She does love her stories. Well, I am a bit useless at making up stories on the spot, I have to REALLY be in the mood to make a good one. So instead I went on the web, and we found a couple stories, which I read to her as she knelt, cramped under the desk, and gave me head. One was about a 3-some (MMF) which was quite good, and the other was about BDSM, but I think it was too violent for our wants, the girl was made to bleed, and she said stuff like "my gash". Personally, in a dirty context, I prefer the word "cunt". "Pussy" is good too, but gash/slit/etc I just don't like. Each to their own. I didn't enjoy reading that one as much, though it did have some good bits....

Mel's getting so good at head. She's gaining the style that makes you feel like you are always on the edge of coming, for the whole time. It's awesome, and it feels so good when I actually do come, though that still takes a little help from my hands on the back of her head and some faster thrusting. It's strange how much hearing a woman choking on your cock can turn you on...

Afterwards I washed quickly and was just about to command her to the bed when she told me she was satisfied. She had been giving me head for... well.. a very long time. Cant remember exactly how long, but it was two stories, read aloud, slowly (I was a bit distracted...). I didn't understand how she could not be horny after that. As it turns out, she had that satisfied throbbing that she gets after orgasm or something, and so was satisfied. That and I had told her a few hours before I wanted to be in bed by 11:30 and it was already gone midnight... I suppose she only gets that throbbing normally after penetrative sex, not oral sex, so she was happy...

Well, best get back to my work,

Have fun out there, and men: don't underestimate the importance of slow blowjobs. I know your instincts tell you to just go for it, but trust, a quicky is good, but not as good as it can be,

Laterz,

Sean.

PS: Please leave a comment one one of the posts. Any of them... Hey! You! Yes you! I see you! Please leave a comment! It doesn't take long! Please? Ta.

A pretty girl for you.

It was a good time, sharing a whole fortnight with Sean, living in a house with only him and acting all domestic-goddess-like. Like it was our house. It was a glimpse into what it will be like in a few years time. There was one thing on my mind, though.

"Sean, I've missed the chains."

Pretty soon, we were back in my room and my chains were out. He had told me that he didn't want the chains to become a fetish, sure they were nice but they weren't needed, were they? I agreed that of course they weren't, and why would I let it become one? Why would I deny myself orgasm* if everything else was right apart from there not being a chain in sight? With that sorted, my top was off and my collar was on.

Sean tied my arms together infront of my body, in a way that was nothing like this at all:

I tried for ages to find an image (I'm sure I've seen one) to illustrate what I meant, but my google-ing skills suck. I found only one. It was of a young asian boy which I didn't want to post, so I decided I'd treat us to a fine example of womenhood in rope instead. Nothing to do with this post. But fine anyway. She's from http://www.nawashi.com, by the way.

Anyway, my elbows were forced to be bent and so my hands ended up together infront of my mouth. An idea immedieatly struck Sean, I think. He told me to kneel, and within no time at all his cock escaped out of his jeans and he was lent back on the bed while I saw to his needs. I could tell he was enjoying it, all moans and grunts. Boy was it fun. Our love making was very much like our second session on this night, with us sat on the edge of the bed. And when we were finished I didn't want to take my collar off. Sometimes I wonder if he would ever leave it on me, chain me up and tell me to sleep at his feet. But then I realise that we would both miss our cuddles.


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*Sean has, rightly, pointed out that it's subconcious. So, he says, the only solution is to only use them once in a while. I'm alright with that. For now.

Sm*ck your b*tch's ass...

This morning, I did as I was told and didn't wake Sean like I did last week. I just found a book and read it. My good behaviour didn't go unnoticed, and at quarter past noon, Sean asked if I'd like a "quickie" before J picks him up at half 12. Well, given our past attempts at quickies, I wasn't sure we'd make it all the way before J knocked at the door. I said yes, though, and was immediately told to strip and start "playing with myself". I felt shy at being told to touch myself infront of him again, but told myself it's nothing he hasn't seen me do before. I closed my eyes and got on with it.

Within a few minutes, Sean was naked and between my legs; he was going to give me head? But we only had about 10 minutes? It didn't take me long to be ready for him though, lusting for him to be in me. He seemed to feel the same and it didn't take long for him to enter me. I was told that because this is quick, I was allowed one orgasm and that it'd be at the same time as his. I agreed. It was too much though, and as he pumped faster I felt myself get ever closer to orgasm. 3 orgasms later, my man came too. It was perhaps the fastest three orgasms I've had. He told me that I couldn't complain, that I had had twice as much fun than he had promised. When I shook my head and corrected him he told me off. But he laughed as he scorned me. So all is well.

Ah, before I press the "publish" button, two things are of note. 1) J didn't pick Sean up until 1:30pm, so we actually spent a long while together after my quick "seeing to". 2) Sean named this post. 'Nuff said.

Bottom smacking.

Perhaps after my comment on Monday that our relationship has been rather vanilla recently, Sean felt that he had to prove that our other tendencies are only just under the cover.

Last night's love session involved a lot of bottom smacking. I've been craving it for a while, and perhaps Sean has noticed. It still surprises me how much I seem to enjoy it. Sean has mentioned before that it might be to do with the self-harm thing and I think to an extent he is right. That day I scolded my hands with the water in my room I felt a lot of relief. I haven't felt that down since that day, but there are days when I feel that I just want to go and hide. Sometimes it's those days that I try to initiate the whole spanking thing with Sean. Most of the times he takes the bait and smacks me so it stings. Then I feel better, and often it'll turn me on. Perhaps now I've said this, he wont take the bait any more and will try and talk about how I feel. Talking about it, though, usually reduces me to tears. Don't get me wrong, Sean, most of the times you end up spanking me it's because I enjoy it; not because I want to hurt myself but can't bring up the courage. Argh, perhaps I've now made a big hash of this thing and I should start off again.

Sean smacked me repeatedly during our love making last night. I enjoyed it immensely.

What's in a name?

Last night, as Sean started to make love to me, I begged him to call me names. My heart pounded in my chest as I was contemplating asking him, but when I finally did he humoured me. It was a lot of fun, and I was very much turned on. He called me new names and I loved every minute of it. How I loved to be his 'dirty bitch', his 'disgusting whore'. He seemed to have massive staying power too, and he forced me ride him until I was too exhausted from the multiple orgasms he was causing me to have.

I cannot express here how much fun was had...