Stress Relief!

Last night I had class downtown until 7:30 (thankfully we got out early), and got home around 8:15. I was exhausted and frustrated, but BB looked very yummy in his nice dark green button down shirt and navy Dockers. I got all squishy the moment I walked in the door and saw him.

I sat at my computer quietly, though, for a while. Class had been really stressful, and I just needed a bit of quiet time. After a bit, I realized that the stress wasn’t going away like I wanted it to, so I grabbed the bong for a hit. I only took a very small hit, but it seemed to do the trick. After a few minutes, I was ready to talk to him! Of course, by this time, he was chatting with a friend, so I went and sat on the sofa. I was still in my work clothes, a long full skirt and blouse.

After a few minutes of trying to get BB’s attention, I got tired of waiting! I began rubbing my pussy. BB heard me moan, and looked over at me. He made a comment about me being a horny slut and then went back to his chat.

After a bit, I found that I was actually plucking the hairs out of my pussy, one by one (I’ve been trimming lately instead of shaving, as BB seems to like variety). BB looked over and realized what I was doing. He had to laugh, and then to try for himself!

After a few plucks, he went back to his IM chat, and I went back to my playing. A few minutes later, he came back over to the sofa, gave me a quick little cum with his fingers, and then went right back to his chat. I continued my rubbing and plucking, and after a short while, BB decided it was time for bed.

When we got up stairs, he grabbed my arms, held them behind me, and pushed me down on the bed, face first. He started to spank me while I was leaning over the side of the bed, then decided to tie me up (or is it down?). With both of us still dressed (although I had removed my soaked panties earlier) he told me to lie face down on the bed (perpendicular to normal). After putting on my wrist and ankle cuffs, he chained each wrist to the ankle on the same side, then spread my legs by chaining my ankles one to the head, and the other to the foot of the bed.

This left me feeling VERY exposed. I could feel the chilly air on my very-wet pussy! Of course, this made me even hotter. He gave me a few squirting cums and then seemed to realize just how exposed my ass was. He decided to do something about that, and worked in a lubed finger, then another, then the small plug/dildo. After he used his fingers in my pussy for a few more squirts, he decided I was not full enough, so he got out the "Monster Cock" dildo.

He seemed to be in no hurry, and it took a little bit of time, and a decent bit of lube to work it all the way in, but I really liked the filled feeling once I adjusted to it. It was more of the pussy filling, though, than the ass filling that was making me so excited.

As I was getting off from the DP, BB started to tell me how much of a slut I am for loving to have my pussy and ass filled at the same time.

After fucking me with the monster cock for a while, BB decided that the view was too nice to not take pictures. He said to me “I’ll be right back. I’m getting the camera for this.” He left me there, chained to the bed, with a plug in my ass, and a huge dildo in my pussy, while he went to get the camera. He used one hand to hold the camera and the other to play with my pussy. When I started to squirt, though, he could not pass up the chance to switch to video mode.
He had not been “filming” for very long when I burst out into a chain of large squirts, one after another. We were very glad for the towel and waterproof pad, although his shirt still got wet. He humiliated me further by telling me what a wet slut I am and how naughty I was for cumming all over his nice shirt!

After taking a few more pics, he decided that my wrists had been pulled the same way for long enough, so he temporarily unchained me and had me turn over. This proved to be quite difficult after so many cums and with a nice long plug in my ass.

Once I was on my back, he secured me in a similar fashion as before, but there was a good bit less strain on my arms and wrists. Apparently, he thought my ass needed some more attention, so he started pumping the plug in and out, before replacing it with the fat plug. He also used his fingers in my pussy. I felt the opening-up that I generally get when we try fisting, and really wanted more and more. I was getting to that floaty-place when he decided to fuck me with the plug still in my ass. As he was reminding me just how powerless I was to stop him from “violating” me, and how much of slut I was to enjoy it so much, he came in me.

If I wasn’t already feeling like enough of a humiliated slut, I would be very shortly! He decided to take a few more pics! After that, though, he removed the plug, the cuffs, and the chains before giving me some nice gentle loving hugs and aftercare.

How the heck did I get here, anyway?

People have been asking how BB and I got to the point we are BDSM/kink wise, and when I think of it, it's really been a journey! We're still on the journey, too, which is even better!

It was a developmental thing for us. We started off very vanilla, as BB wasn't very experienced when we met.

Over time, though... heh... Actually, we're not sure who corrupted whom.

We had been together for 3 or 4 years before we even brought home a vibrator! We always looked at porn together, and the bondage stuff began being a larger and larger part of what we liked.

We bought a few books to help us spice things up, "The Joy of Sex" and a couple of others. We would read "bedtime stories" that we'd printed out from the internet, and we'd read the sex books together.

I distinctly remember one day when we read about the use of silk scarves. I went to a garage sale the next day and came back with about 10 or 12 long scarves! We tried the light bondage thing (bind wrists with the scarves, use a scarf for a blindfold), and found that we liked it very much.

We played with others first after being together for 6 years, and the handcuffs I found myself in that night stepped up the bondage. I think that was partly the fact that I was surprised and forced into them (laughingly, not in a bad way at all) by our friend, not by BB. That was also the weekend I discovered that I am bisexual, so it was quite a trip!

We toyed more and more with the bondage, but I'm too submissive to ask for it much, and BB was afraid I didn't want it that much. After a while, we finally talked about it, and I asked him if he was even really interested in it, that I pretty much liked it all the time!

We got the "comfy cuffs" with velcro and a long piece of ribbon. Those were good for tying me to the bed, and for being quick release. At this point, we discussed safewords. I pretty much said that pain was out of the question, and said that the safeword needed to be "ouch" or "stop!"

Later on, we discovered nipple clamps, and picked up a pair of the handcuffs (quick release again... I thought I was a wimp) with fur on them, and then eventually bought a blindfold, since we were tired of the scarf slipping!

After we moved to LA two years ago (we'd been together for over 10 years at this point), we went to Miss Kitty's Parlor, and I wore a collar and leash. It was mostly to be cute, but I ended up really liking that. That night, there was a spanking stage set up, and between BB and the girls I was making out with, I ended up on the stage with a VERY hot woman in a corset spanking me. I was surprised that I wanted her to continue, and she switched to a paddle, and I switched on!

About a year ago (11 years together) we started looking into the BDSM thing seriously, and we read a lot!

Now we have a (sexually) full time D/s relationship, and I'm a pain slut.

And that's the history of the BB and SMP sexual development. Any questions? ;-)

OMG, that was intense!

For the first time in several months, we went to the Lair on Saturday night. I was tired, so I was a bit concerned about how well I would be able to stay awake. I had been in class all day. I took a nice hot bath and had a short nap, though, and that helped me a lot.

When we got there, it was less crowded than we’ve seen it before. It was chilly outside, so we thought that may have had an effect on the number of kinkies there. Most who were there were wearing warm clothes, but some changed when they got inside. I was freezing, as I was wearing a short skirt (with no panties) and a mesh blouse. We only went outside to run from one building to the other.

Shortly after we arrived, BB and I went into the main room. He had me lie down on a rack type table on my front, and he attached my wrist cuffs to one end and my ankle cuffs to the other, then he ratcheted the chains tight. I was a bit uncomfortable, but not too badly.

When BB was satisfied that I was secured, he spanked my ass a little, and then got out the violet wand. He used the varying bulbs, then, when he noticed I was in subspace, he put the contact probe under me. He started with his hands, and then used the fluorescent bulb toy I’d made, and then went on to the Mylar toys that he enjoys so much. Between the spanking and the violet wand on my ass, it became VERY ouchy.

After the scene, when we were walking around talking to people, I kept finding myself rubbing my sore ass! This had just been the warm up! I was a bit concerned about just how much I’d be able to take later on, if that had bothered me so.

We sat and watched an awesome scene in the main room (well, two at the same time). My favorite person to watch was beating two submissive women, and in the background was a very yummy hot wax scene. While we were watching that, BB took out the nipple clamps that he likes to hang from my nipple rings, clamped those on, and then began putting clothes pins on my breasts. When he decided to take them off, he used the same rhythm that the man who was beating the women was using, so it was odd… The pain in the same rhythm that the women being beaten were being given made it kind of surreal.

When the Dom moved on to aftercare of the two women, we walked around a bit then went on into the other building. We watched a lovely flogging/paddling scene, and then walked around some. We noticed that the only lockable room was available, and we’d never played in there. In the room, there’s an awesome bondage bed and a spanking horse. BB led me in there and secured me to the bed. He left me standing, but secured my wrists above my head.

He spanked and flogged me for a little while, and then I was getting very weak. The intensity of the leftover soreness from the previous spanking/violet wand scene, standing up while tired, and the tiredness made it harder for me to stand there! BB took mercy on me and released me. Of course, the mercy was short lived! He led me over to the spanking horse and had me climb up on it.

As soon as I was settled there, he set about beating my ass. He spanked it for a while, then moved to the floggers that he’d brought along, including the nasty evil one from Mexico. I really got into it. At some point, though (and forgive me if the order is a bit odd, my mind wasn’t all there at the time), he decided to get out the knife and do a bit of knife play. He scraped it along my back, leaving scratches that just barely broke the skin (not even enough for any bleeding at all, just a little soreness and scratches).

He decided after a bit that I’d had enough of that, and brought out the paddles, first the wooden one, which he used for a bit, then he got out the ping pong paddle. The ping pong paddle has become one of my favorites, as it doesn’t sting, but hurts deeply and gives a thuddy pain. BB beat my ass with that for a while, and then the handle broke! Fortunately, though, it didn’t keep him from being able to continue using it.

While he was beating me, I was screaming out in pain. I couldn’t get away, but I was squirming as much as possible on the horse! Fortunately, as someone had pointed out earlier, “Ow is NOT a safeword.” Since the pain was so intense, BB checked in with me often to make sure I was ok. He would ask if I wanted more, but would tell me that the proper answer was, “Yes, Daddy” before I answered. After a while, I had no idea what he was saying, I just didn’t want him to stop! Any time he said anything, I mumbled, “Yes, Daddy” and he’d go back to beating me.

When he decided I’d had enough for the scene, I was disappointed! I was in extreme pleasure/pain, and didn’t want it to end! Of course, when he told me I could get off the spanking horse, I tried, but was not able to stand up without help! I was so zoned out that I couldn’t stand up. He basically carried me over to the bondage bed, closed the door to the room, and laid there holding me until I came back to my senses some.

After a long while, we went out of the room. We stood around talking to some folks, but I was fading fast. I would have not realized it for a long while, but he decided he needed to take me home.

On the way home, the pain set in. It hurt to sit on the seat in the car! By the time we got home, the bruises were developing. When we got home, he took me upstairs and decided to have his way with me. The pain of the fucking was great, too. For the second time in less than a week, he fucked me with tears running down my face.

What a nice way to warm up!

I came home from work a bit late yesterday, so BB was already home. He greeted me at the door with a very evil look in his eyes. It was one of those you’re-mine-and-I’m going-to-hurt-you-and-make-you-like-it looks. Before I could even say hello, he grabbed my hair, pulled it hard, and bit me on the back of the neck. If my hands were not full, I would have melted on the spot! He kissed me, gave me that look again, then let go of my hair. After that he proceeded to help me put everything down that I’d been holding.

He was normal the rest of the evening, helping sweetly with the things we needed to do, playing with our son, etc. After the munchkin went to bed, we had dinner and looked at some ads online, as our playmates for this weekend have gotten sick, and we really want to play with others again soon.

When we’d finished perusing the ads (and responding to a few) he asked how I was feeling. I was fine, but was immediately made nervous by the question. I said I was fine, and asked him what he had in mind. He said he wanted to hurt me (as I suspected) and asked if I had anything in mind. I said it would be nice to be zapped, I think (with the violet wand), since it had been a while. He said that he’d been thinking of warming me up instead. When he mentioned that, I immediately got quite wet and squishy. I almost didn’t want to admit it, but just the suggestion of it made me very hot! He then leaned down and whispered just one word in my ear…. “fire”

After a moment, and seeing my reaction, he did it again. I said I thought that would be wonderful, so he set about getting the supplies ready: The fire wands I’d made him (chopsticks with cotton string tied to it to absorb the alcohol), a bowl of rubbing alcohol, a candle (lit), a bowl of ice, a wet cloth, and a dry cloth to absorb alcohol later on. He told me to get ready, so I stripped down, and went into the kitchen (right now that’s the only real place that we have that’s suitable for fire play).

I leaned over the counter, moved my hair out of the way, and he started off with a lit wand over my back. He rubbed the burning wand all up and down my back, which felt very scary, but warm, not hot. When he tired of this, he began lightly hitting my back with the lit wand. Sometimes, that left a spot burning for a moment or two. Not long, as he wiped the fire out very quickly. Soon, he started using two wands at once. This was a bit scarier, but still not really painful.
Then BB decided to turn up the heat, so to speak. He soaked a wand in the alcohol for a while, then used it to spread alcohol over my back in patterns he thought would be pretty to see burn. He lit the alcohol with the other wand, and watched the fire run up my back in the pattern he’d drawn. He followed it up with his hand, so that the flames would be put out quickly, so he would not actually burn my skin.

After a while of this, he made me look up at the flaming wand. That was so hot. My mind didn’t like the thought of being burned, but I knew that I love the fire play.

At this point, he switched to ice so that it would cool down the heated skin, and that in itself feels even more intense than the fire. When the hot is followed by the cold it makes it hard to tell the difference! He also used the wet rag gently on my back to soothe. But I didn’t stay soothed for too long!

Again, he decided to turn up the heat another notch. He used a rag this time to dip the alcohol so that he could get more coverage with it. He rubbed it on my back in a pattern, lit it, and repeated this. At some point, he decided to puddle a bit in the middle of my back and light that. It hurt more because it burned longer. It must have been wonderous to see, because he did this several times. After the last time, I gave him the “yellow” (safeword to let him know that I’m fine, but I need to pause for a second and communicate). It was the first time I’ve ever used that, but it worked out well. I let him know that I had a “hot spot” in the middle of my back, but that the rest was ok. BB used this information to decide to go back to smacking me with the fire wands, and this time he moved a bit lower. He started smacking my ass with the lit wands. It hurt much more on my ass than on my back! It was extremely intense! After a while of this, he decided that it was time to stop with the fire for the night, and hugged me for a while. I was feeling weak, and found it very hard to stand up!

We went on upstairs to the bedroom, and he had me lie on my front on the bed. He proceeded to spank my already sensitive ass! He used the paddle and the wooden spoon. Even the slightest smack hurt like he was beating me hard! Soon, I was begging him to stop. He stopped for a moment, and began fingering me. I immediately started squirting, so he hit me while he was fingering me. I squirted more. He seemed to like this game, so he repeated it a few times! Each time, I was BEGGING him to stop. I wanted to just have an orgasm without the smackings! After a bit, I was so frustrated and it was so intense for me that I began to cry. This still didn’t deter BB! He was going for intensity, and he knows that intensity sometimes brings about crying. The knowledge that I had gotten to that point (according to him) was very hot. He changed quickly from fingering me to fucking me. With each stroke, my already overly sensitive and sore ass hurt more. I cried a bit more. When he’d finished, he held me for a long time until the crying stopped, telling me how much he loved me and making sure I was ok. We talked happily about the intensity, and how I was extremely relaxed from the experience.