I have a buzz two days into my week, thanks to a fucking fantastic weekend, that involved a lot of fucking, amongst other things! Amongst many other things!
I have started to get excited about my weekend with my Dom, he promised this weekend would be different. He would be mean. I foolishly had asked him to be mean and he is a Dom of his word! He had spent the Friday and Saturday creating some sort of bondage infrastructure in his flat, as if more was needed?! We did the vanilla thing, met in a bar on Saturday and had lunch and a few drinks. It was time to get back to his, we made our excuses and headed back to the bondage flat of hell (or heaven, depends which way one looks at it!)
Upon arrival I was quickly out of my vanilla attire and into my collar and attached to the wire. My new-found comfort comes from wearing the collar and being kept in his flat, locked to the wire. It has quickly started to feel right, a ritual we perform whenever we get home.
I was badgering him and being irritating. He had had enough, and rightly so! I soon found myself attached to the end of his bed, where he had drilled a ring, the bloody collar was attached and I was left to quieten down... shocked to ensure I did. God I hate the zapper.
Once I had been left there a bit I found myself a little more compliant. Next it was time to experience the bathroom floor again. Spread eagled with attachments drilled to his wooden floor. He wanted to experiment with more wax play, with the gag and hood attached there was little I could do bar lie there and not move an inch. Which is what I did.
Out came the wax, it went everywhere. So hot, like dripping bits of lava, all over my body. My underarms, nipples, tits, pussy, the lot. When he had had his fill he let me cum, obviously my pussy gave away my arousal. Stupid pussy.
We enjoyed a quiet evening in each other’s company, me working hard to serve and please to ensure the torture didn’t return. Little did I know what was in store for my Sunday!
I was restless again on Sunday. I was being irritating and telling him to hurry. Note to self, don’t tell your Dom to hurry, or indeed don’t tell you Dom what to do. I found myself back at the end of the bed, chained and left till I become quiet and more submissive. Yet again it worked. We made it out to the local farmers market, another vanilla day, which was really lovely. But upon returning home the vanilla boyfriend turned into the devious Dom. It was time for the cupboard he had fondly named the ‘cunt’s chokey’. He had even written me a song about it! There were D rings and attachment points drilled to most corners and walls in the cupboard. In I went, attached by the arms, legs, neck and the top of my harness gag. I was not going anywhere in a hurry. There I stayed for an hour or so, not before he put a camera inside to film my torture. After an hour or so of no movement he returned with the dog shock collar. Have I mentioned how much I hate electricity but sadly for me he loves it. It went around my thigh and he pressed the warning buzzer. That was enough to send me crazy. It started on 2 with a range to 10, I managed 5, fuck knows what 10 is like but I really hope I never find out!
After far too much torment I was allowed out, leaving a puddle on the floor behind me, stupid pussy giving me away yet again! We then fucked, the second anal fucking of the day. He is working on my anal gaping! I fear we are getting close!
The weekend ended with a caning, I was due 21 strokes as I had been late by a whole 21 mins the day before. He tied me to the bench and got to work, warning me up with his hand and some other implements. Now was the turn of the cane. The pain was intense, I only managed 12 but the feeling when I was untied was of euphoria, a light headed buzz. Turns out I am starting to enjoy the torture. I went to be that night with a smile on my face, in the arms of my Dom. I most certainly had a post weekend high, along with an excellent set of bruises!
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