Chopstick spanking and sex

I started playing with a beautifully finished bamboo chopstick earlier in the afternoon, and on a whim, added it to our toy drawer.

One of these. From Daiso.

He took it out when we went to bed, and, holding my wrist tightly so I couldn't pull my arm away, whacked it against my inner forearm until it was covered in red stripes. After a few strikes I started trying to pull away, because that's how long it took it to start really, really burning. "Oh look," he said as I whimpered, burying my face against his chest, "it's getting all red up here."

Long minutes of tiny whacks of that chopstick against my inner arm elapsed, each tiny sound followed by a much louder one of mine, but he finally stopped, pushing up my nightshirt, and starting to flap flap flap the tiny stick on my breast, all over. It felt good at first, but as his little flaps started landing on my nipple with more regularity, I began to writhe, make more noises, and try to get away. Oh, it hurt. But I loved it.

As my complaints got louder and my struggles more pronounced, he brought out the wide plastic ruler, and hit me with it all over my breast. "Isn't that worse?" he asked. I nodded, screaming loudly as it landed straight on my already-abused nipple. "So you shouldn't complain," he concluded, "about this." He started tapping the chopstick against my nipple again.

"It's time to experiment. Which is worse? Ruler to the breast?" he asked, as he landed the ruler on the lower slope of my breast right under my nipple, making me jump and whimper a little, "or chopstick to the nipple?" I screamed as the chopstick hit me right on my nipple, arching to get away from it. "Oooh, I think the nipple."

"Yes, yes," I said, panting, trying hard to catch my breath.

"But it's harder to land this right on your nipple," he said, doing it again, making me cry out yet again.

"Oh, look, you have another nipple."

"No, no," I frantically denied.

"You do too!" he said, stroking it with his fingers, drawing it into his mouth, the pleasure circuits overriding my good sense and causing me to turn my body, to offer him more of my breast. He whacked the ruler into the other one while he sucked and nibbled, so I was sighing with pleasure and grunting with pain all at the same time.

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So, how to even describe what came after all the breast torment?

His cock was so hard. But he wouldn't give it to me.

"I dunno what's gotten into me," he said as he kept torturing me, making me scream, writhe. At one point I stopped moving entirely, the intensity of the feelings coursing through me leading to a complete stillness that I learned afterward made him worry he was giving me a heart attack.

"A sadist," I responded.

"Maybe," he said, then, as his hand collided with my breast, "you know what's going to get into you?"

"Mmmf," I cried out at the impact, "your cock?" I asked hopefully.

He chuckled softly. "You'd like that, wouldn't you?" he said, twisting my nipple.

I just nodded as he slipped his fingers between my legs, dragging the tips through my wetness, sliding against my clit, eliciting gasps and groans. I arched up against his touch, wanting more. "If I gave you my cock, I'd have to fuck you." His fingers kept circling around my wet parts, making me groan.

"Not technically," I gasped out, writhing.

"Mmm, you're right. But it's awfully hard to not fuck you when my cock is inside you."

His fingers pressed deeply inside me; he was half on top of me, making me feel pinned and helpless as he pleasured me. I looked up at him and he was looking at my face already, then into my eyes, the intensity of his stare penetrating me every bit as much as his fingers were. "Oh, I like to watch you while I make you squirm. Yeah, baby, submit to me," he said as he held my gaze, his fingers pressing into my g-spot over and over, making my mouth open in a cry even as we looked into each other's eyes.

My eyes closed again and my hips danced, my breath coming quicker, my limbs vibrating as the pleasure he was generating in my core spread outward, lapping at all my nerve endings, setting me aflame. "Oh, yeah, there you go. Come for me, baby," he said, his hand moving faster, faster, the sensations causing me to spiral out of control. My body lifted off the bed, just my shoulders and heels pressing into it, pressing me into him.

He climbed atop me, finally, his cock pressing against my wetness. "Just orgasm isn't enough for you, if you don't get the cock too, is that right? Cockslut," he whispered, sinking his hardness into me, making us both groan with pleasure as he filled me up.

My legs were all over the place, spending a fair bit of time in each position: flat, knees raised up on either side of him, legs straight up, legs up with knees bent, holding my feet, and then my ankles on his shoulders. He never stopped thrusting into me despite all the changing positions, though the speed with which we rocked into each other changed. With my ankles on his shoulders, I felt his cock throb inside me even more. I opened my eyes to see his handsome face framed by my feet, looking at me, his blue-eyed stare of pure sex making me cry out at the intensity of it. Looking at him during sex is scorchingly, nearly unbearably, hot. I can't handle it for very long.

He leaned down, folding me in half, and kissed me hotly, continuing to fuck me, slow, fast, slow. I made all the noises you might expect - screams, gasps, groans and "Oh my God"s. Oh, he felt incredible.

We changed positions again. I wrapped my legs around him and squeezed him as we rocked.

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Eventually he decided I should suck his cock.

"Does your pussy want a break? Would you like to suck my cock?"

My pussy did not want a break. But. "I would like to suck your cock," I managed to vocalize, breathless as I was.

"Mmm, that's right, you would. Because you're a cocksucker, aren't you?"

His words excited me and I arched up into him. He drove into me hard, circling his hips, grinding, forcing more little screams out of me. "Does just thinking about sucking my cock make you more excited and want to be fucked?" he asked.

"Oh, yes," I whispered, grinding my own pelvis up into him, relishing the sensations as our bodies slid against each other.

"You're a complicated girl, aren't you?" he asked as he withdrew with a suddenness that left me squealing with disappointment. He lay on his back and I dove after his cock with my mouth, sucking my juices off of him, licking all around the head.

"No, no. Greedy little thing. Get me that ramp to lie on first," he said.

I whined, giving him a slurping suck as I pulled my head away to get the Liberator ramp for him to rest against. "I know, you just want to suck the cock."

I put the ramp on the bed next to him and he moved to rest against it, giving him the perfect incline to watch while I sucked his cock. At first I straddled his knees, raising and lowering myself onto his cock using my arms, but eventually I found myself between his legs, his legs over my shoulders, his feet resting on my ass, his hands tangled in and tugging on my hair. His legs squeezed around my head once in a while, taking my breath away. I had the head of his cock resting in the entrance of my throat, and he pushed on my head, hard, gagging me. A thrill raced through me and I screamed, kicking my legs, my arms shaking. "Mmhmm!" I said.

"Oh, you like that?" he asked, doing it again to the same effect. He took my head then, pulling it up by his tight grip on my hair until his cock was only halfway in my mouth, and he held my head there, not letting me move, while he fucked up into me. I kicked and screamed loudly, my entire body shaking as he fucked my face. "Are you having an orgasm from having your face fucked?" he asked me, sounding surprised and amused even as he kept doing it. I shook my head as best I could considering the hard flesh keeping my mouth mostly centered. Not quite orgasm, but so fucking hot that I was having a hard time bearing it, containing the thrill within my body.

When he stopped, I pulled my mouth off his cock, looking up at him, rubbing my cheek against his hardness, kissing it to give my mouth a break. I'd forgotten he was reclining on the ramp and when I looked up at him, there his blue sex laser beams were, driving right into my soul. I moaned.

"Have you sucked all the juices off my cock now?"

I nodded, licking along the side of his cock, down to his balls, because they don't get enough attention.

"Probably time to give you a rest then," he said. "What's a nice, restful way I can fuck you?" he mused, mostly to himself. I just kept licking his balls, stroking his thighs with my hand, sliding up and slowly taking his cock back in my mouth, then going back to the ball sucking. "I could lay you down here and fuck you from behind. Yeah, I'll do that." He paused, making pleased noises as I sucked him hard and deep. "After I put you up on this ramp and fuck you from behind," he concluded. I whimpered.

"Ooh, and then I could fuck your ass." I groaned at the sound of that. The ideas were clearly coming at the man hard and fast. Having his cock sucked must cause creative bursts. I'm pretty sure he was gauging the intensity of my reactions with his pauses. "Or I could shove the plug in you and then fuck you from behind!" I whimpered again, a muffled little scream. I was running my tongue over his balls. "You like that, huh?" he said.

"Full," I said.

"Yeah, you like being full." He gathered the plug and lube from the drawer next to him while I sucked his cock. "But I don't think I can reach your ass from here," he said.

"Nuh-uh," I said, continuing to suck.

"You'd better turn around then," he prodded me verbally. I rotated, raising up on my hands and knees, keeping his cock in my mouth. He moaned; I guess it felt good the way I was moving. Then there was lube, and then his finger, and I was groaning all around his cock.

"Keep sucking," he ordered as he started to push the plug in me.

But I couldn't. I tried, as he slowly invaded me with that monster, but I couldn't. I screamed around his cock for a while at first, and then I pulled away to lay flat, clinging to his calf, kissing it between my moans as he continued slowly sliding that plug into my ass. I rocked my hips and screamed, doing my best not to kick as well, as it passed the largest part of the plug and locked inside me.

"Good girl," he said, pressing against the flat base of it, rubbing my ass for a moment before he got up and stood on the floor next to the bed. He moved the ramp to angle up to him, to raise our bed so I could get up on it on all fours and be fucked. I was sitting up next to it, moaning, kind of dazed from everything that had happened so far. "Get up there!" he told me, shaking me out of my daze with his words. I crawled up onto the ramp.

His slid along my hips and back as his cock forged a path into my pussy, made smaller and tighter by the plug stuffed into my ass and the position I was in. A soft keening wail emerged from me, and it seemed to just keep coming as we moved, providing a backdrop of sound to our activities, interrupted by our moans and sighs and grunts.

I've lost most of what happened next.

I remember:

Him pulling my hair, pulling my head back toward him.

My arms trembling, dropping to my elbows, and his hands in my hair pulling my back up to my hands, making me scream with the unbelievable way this action punched me in the gut, making me even wetter than I already was.

His cock pounding me slowly as his hands crept under my short, loose shirt to cup my breasts and then squeeze and tug on my nipples.

A stream of "Oh my God" that I just could not stop saying, even when I heard myself and realized I had said it at least a dozen times.

Him deciding it had been enough for that position, and abruptly removing himself from me, causing me to back onto nothing and grunt with the lack of him.

Him finally pulling my shirt off me as he slid his cock back into my pussy, lying behind me in the spoons position.

I don't remember him coming, but I know he did.

I remember half a dozen orgasms or so brought to me courtesy of his fingers.

I remember that he talked, but not what he said, only that it was so hot he melted my ability to recall it.

I rolled into his arms afterward, resting my head on his chest, gasping for breath, talking about how amazing that had been, how incredibly lucky I am to have him. We talked for a long time, just letting our hands wander over each other. The plug started to hurt and he told me to remove it, so I did. We talked so long that I felt him getting hard again.

---

"I want to fuck you again."

"Mmm, yes, that's an excellent idea. You want me to turn over?"

"That would be good."

"So wet," he said as he slid his cock back inside me. "How'd you get so wet? You just stay wet, don't you?"

I remember more about this. I remember how huge he felt, seeming to feel every bump and ridge as he slid inside me. I was deliciously sore from the previous use - just enough to heighten the sensation. I remember doing a lot of talking myself, about how amazing he felt inside me, about how much I love for him to take me, to use me. "Yes, yes, oh, fuck, yes," I said as I felt him start to empty himself inside me.

I am one lucky, lucky girl.

Every single day is awesome

That man of mine, reader, has a devious, devious mind. I adore him. He is absolutely, beyond the shadow of a doubt, magnificent.

In a nod to Kitty, I'd just like to say that we read in bed last night. It's something we have done before, but not for a while, and it wasn't planned. I started reading The Claiming of Sleeping Beauty last night, and he came into bed with me and peered at what I was reading. "That's an interesting book," he said, from the text he saw on the screen, "mind if I read with you?"

And while I did a little, because it made me blush, we read the first chapter together, silently.

Afterwards, I told him it made me blush. "Even though I've written worse. Today."

But I like for him to make me blush. It's nice to know I still have blushes in me.

"You like for me to make you do lots of things," he said.

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We were facing each other on our sides, but I was sucking his cock, of course I was. It had already been going on for a while - starting with enthusiasm, working through into just a thing I do, and then into an absolute frenzy of arousal, partly because this was just a thing I did, and partly because he was enjoying it so much. "Mmm, slut, better be careful," he said as I sucked particularly hard, stroking all along the underside with my tongue, "or I'm going to come down your throat."

I moaned and redoubled my efforts at that, working my throat, pulling him into my face with my hands on his ass.

"Oh, you'd like that, wouldn't you? But I have other plans for you. Mmm, you want to know what my plans are? I'm gonna fuck your tight little ass. Yeah, you'd like that, you like for me to come in your ass. Mmm, I may bypass your pussy altogether, you know. That pussy's been wanting me for a while, hasn't it? Yeah, I know, it enjoyed me this morning.. but something was missing, wasn't it? Yeah, no proper fucking. I'm such a bad man, teasing you like that. I'm going to fuck your ass, but I like to fuck your face an awful lot." He grabbed my hair and moved my head back and forth on his cock which of course made me scream because I love it so much. "Yeah, just like that. Sweet fuck hole. You like to be my fuck hole, don't you? I love my fuck toy..." Seriously, oh my God, he just kept talking and I moaned at his words, ever louder as the ideas he planted got hotter and hotter.

"Stop sucking my cock now." I had been sucking for so, so long, and he was gloriously hard underneath my lips and tongue. I didn't want to stop, but I desperately wanted to obey. I stopped sucking and pulled my mouth off of him with a whimper. He didn't move. My lips rested against his hot, hard flesh and I moaned with want.

"Don't suck it," he admonished me, as my tongue slipped out to caress the head. I kissed and licked at it, and eventually, as I opened my lips around the head and slipped it inside my mouth, he repeated himself. "I said don't suck it!" I whimpered and let the head slide back out, resting my lips against the shaft and breathing hard. "Don't even think about it," he said, and I moaned against him.

"You're thinking about it, aren't you?" he asked.

I nodded, my mouth open wide against his shaft, helplessly silent in my desire.

"Don't," he said harshly, a flogger coming down across my ass. I squealed. "What are you thinking about?"

"Sucking the cock..." I whispered.

He hit me again with the flogger. "Such a slut, aren't you? Can't even stop thinking about sucking my cock. What are you thinking about?" he asked again, as I licked him longingly.

"Mmmf," I said, kissing his shaft wetly.

"You're thinking about sucking the cock!" and he flogged me again.

That went on for a deliciously long, torturous time, until he finally said "I suppose I should give you something else to think about," and he rolled over on his side, pulling my leg over his hip. He reached his hand between my legs, feeling how absolutely wet I already was, and then he pressed his cock against my opening. I groaned and pressed down against him, but he rocked backwards. "You want it to fuck you, don't you?" he asked.

"God, yes, please," I whispered, kissing him. He rocked his hips back and forth, thoroughly soaking his cock in my arousal, pressing against my opening and then pulling away.

"I'm not going to fuck you. Don't even think about it," he said, rocking, teasing me, as I tried to press down and take him inside me. I groaned loudly at this new torturous game and my body shook with desire.

"You're thinking about it," he said as I rocked into him. He drew his hand back and slapped my breast several times.

"God," I moaned, fastening my lips on his neck, biting gently, sucking.

"What are you thinking?" he asked, his cock repeatedly nudging my opening, so, so slippery. Had someone dumped an entire tube of lube on us? No, that was all me.

"Please, please fuck me," I begged, wriggling as his cock rubbed against my swollen clit.

"I told you not to think about it!" He slapped my breast again. "Slut, and here you are just thinking about it."

Forever. He did that for forever, and it drove me absolutely insane. No matter how I wriggled, he could always just pull away. I kept thinking surely, surely, he'll fuck me now. Surely.

When he'd had enough torture himself, he rolled me onto my back, pinning my wrists down and sinking inside of me. "Don't think about it," he said, thrusting into me several times, grinding as he sank in completely. I arched up and ground against him too, gasping, moaning deeply with the extraordinary pleasure of finally being full.

"I suppose it's hard not to think about it while it's fucking you," he relented, "so you can think about it now."

We moved together, moaning, grinding, he talked. "I bet your pussy's glad I didn't skip it," he said as he rotated his hips against mine.

"Yesss," I responded, bucking under him, tossing my head from side to side, moans constantly issuing from my open mouth.

"Mmm, I see an open mouth there. I think it needs a cock in it. I'm going to fuck your face now. Gonna hold your head down and just slide my cock right into you. Nothing you can do about it," he said. I grabbed his hips and pulled him down to me harder, grinding, grinding, moaning loudly, so very close to getting off. "You seem like you're trying to stop me," he commented.

"Ugh," I said, forcing myself to stop. I dropped my hands down to my sides, whimpering.

"Good girl," he said, melting me. He kept thrusting and grinding into me, though, not stopping even though I'd stopped pulling him into me. "How nice it would be to come down your throat," he said, "or in your ass." I groaned loudly at that. "Poor girl, you keep being teased with the promise of me coming in you, and all you're getting is fucked." He grabbed my hands where they'd dropped at my sides and pinned them over my head. "And you don't like being fucked at all, do you, slut?" he asked as he pressed into me extra hard, pushing me deeply into the mattress.

"I do, I do, God, I do," I said, writhing under him.

"Good, slut," he said, pounding me for another minute before he pulled out and moved up my body. His cock smelled fantastic and it tasted pretty wonderful too as he forced it into my mouth. I lifted my head and he grabbed the back of my neck, thrusting deeply into me and making me gag as I sucked him. He slid back down my body, his cock gliding smoothly back inside my pussy as I opened my legs wider and grabbed my knees.

At length, he decided to change positions. "I want to fuck you sideways," he said, rolling off next to me.

I quickly turned my back to him, tossed my leg backward over his hip, and turned my torso slightly toward him. He slid his hard cock easily inside my wet heat. "Ohh yeah, and you'll give me what I want, won't you? Because you're mine and you do what I tell you." His fingers wandered to my clit and stroked it, making me moan and buck. "Mmm, and I can play with you like this, too."

He slipped a finger, possibly more than one, inside me with his cock and I bucked and squealed. It stretched me, filled me uncomfortably as he kept thrusting into me. I bucked, trying to get away. "Too full," I whined.

"You can take it," he assured me confidently, slipping the fingers away. My wild movements and loud noises calmed as his cock alone moved inside me and I purred. "Is that better?" he asked.

"Mmmhmm," I confirmed.

"That's funny, because you seemed to like this more," he said, slipping the fingers back alongside his cock.

"Nnng," I grunted.

I think, then, he took his fingers away and replaced them with his thumb. I cried out loudly, over and over... and then he slipped his fingers in my mouth. "Suck my fingers, slut," he ordered.

I took them in my mouth with a loud groan. "You taste like sex," I whispered, my voice rasping from the use my throat had endured.

"I wonder why?" he asked sarcastically.

"I think I'm ready to fuck your ass now," he told me after a while. "Go on, get up on your ramp."

He kept moving inside of me and I groaned. "Hmm, I'll give you a few minutes to recover," he said, slowing his thrusts inside me. He still didn't stop. "You don't seem to be moving,"  he said. "I suppose it might help if I stopped fucking you, huh?" He slowed even further and pulled away.

Anal is so hard on the ramp. I moved, though, and he actually got up and got the ramp for me as my physical exhaustion was apparent. I climbed on top of it on my hands and knees and he stood next to the bed. He slid his cock into my pussy and I moaned, arching my back. I spread my knees as far as possible on the ramp, and I felt his fingers applying cool lube to my little hole. "So sensitive," I whispered, shivering as he touched me there.

"Is your ass ready for me?" he asked as he kept thrusting, his fingers pressing against my asshole.

"Ugh, so sensitive," I repeated, begging a little.

"I said, is your ass ready for me?" he repeated.

"Mmf, yes sir, whatever you want," I responded.

"Good girl. Good slut," he said, pulling away and pressing the head of his cock to my asshole.

I panicked a little, squirming. "So big!" I cried out.

"You can take it," he said, pressing.

"Too big! It doesn't fit!" I whined.

"Of course it fits," he said, grabbing my shoulders and pulling me back onto him, forcing himself inside me in one go. Oh, God, it hurt. It felt like he'd punched straight through me. I screamed. "See?" he said.

"No, no, no, no," I squealed, struggling.

"You don't get to say no," he told me, making me scream again, "you just get to do what I say." He held my hips and moved slowly, but too much for me. I couldn't adjust, it hurt, it hurt. I whimpered. But at the same time I was so incredibly turned on, and slowly, slowly, I did adjust. The burning soreness didn't dissipate, but the intense pain did, and then it was glorious and I could hear him again. I moaned with intense pleasure as the pain faded.

"...sweet fuck hole. My sweet fuck hole. Love my fuck hole," he was saying. "You like it when I fuck you here, don't you?"

"Yes sir," I squealed, unable to say anything without almost screaming it at this point.

"You know what you need?" he asked, moving slowly, his hands wandering over my back.

"Uh?" I responded.

"You need me to pull your hair now, while I fuck your ass. Isn't that right?"

"Uhhhh... yes sir," I managed, breathing hard, crying out with the intensity of it as he grabbed a fistful of my hair and yanked my head back by it. His other hand held my throat, my head prisoner between his hands. I panted helplessly, impaled, imprisoned, and so very aroused. I could feel the wetness of my arousal running uselessly down my thighs as he roughly pounded into me.

"Gonna come in your ass," he said, moving faster, harder. The lingering soreness made me scream with almost every thrust, and then I felt him swell larger and empty himself in me, responding to each of his loud moans with one of my own. Scream, moan, scream, moan. Just an average night around here.

He pulled out of me and I collapsed on the ramp, my feet on the floor now. He climbed onto the bed next to me and slipped his fingers inside me, pressing my g-spot, stroking, rubbing my clit, making me pant and moan and squirm. He kept talking too, of course. "Just fuck holes for my pleasure," he whispered. His thumb found its way into my ass and I squealed with surprise. "Oh, didn't I tell you I was going to put my thumb in your ass? I'm a bad man..."

He pumped me with his fingers in my pussy and his thumb in my poor sore ass until I bucked, screaming, my legs and head both coming up behind me so I was a perfect arch on the ramp. Screaming, coming, panting, collapsing... and then, gathered into his arms and stroked, loved, adored.

We slept our favorite way, naked with all our limbs entwined.

Glorious.

I love Wednesday

He gathered me in his arms and stroked me, whispering sweet things to me, letting his fingers wander over my skin. "What should I do with my girl?" he asked.

"Mmm, sleep?" I responded.

"No," he dismissed that idea outright. "Sleeping night was last night, remember?"

He rubbed my back, ran his fingertips over my breasts, upper chest and shoulders, making me purr with pleasure. "Sensitive girl," he commented as I clearly enjoyed everything he was doing to me, even the lightest touches.

"Turn over, sensitive girl, I'm gonna beat your ass." I whined because he was making me feel so good, but I obeyed, turning over onto my elbows and knees, bottom up.

He spanked me, then, for a long time. His hand, a paddle from a paddle-ball game that broke, which was actually really nice, sort of flexible plastic, a flogger, perhaps two floggers. He'd use an implement for a while, then rub gently. After flogger strikes he'd drag the flogger gently up my ass and then along my back, causing soft gasps of pleasure from me. He interrupted one of those soft gasps by quickly slapping me with the paddle before the soft stroke of the flogger was even finished. I screamed into the pillow. He did it again, flogger, soft stroke, paddle, so that even if he didn't do it, those soft strokes were less of a relief, more of a tense anticipation. He talked to me the whole time. "My ass. My sweet little slut. You gave yourself to me, didn't you? I can do anything I want with you, slut, isn't that right? Ohh, did that hurt?"

He took a break in the middle of the spanking to finger my pussy, already wet and ready. "Mmm, such a wet slut we have here," he commented, teasing me for a minute longer before he continued the spanking.

He flogged my back a little, too.

"You ready for this cock?" he asked as he tired of the impact play, pressing his hardness against my side. "You ready to suck it?"

I nodded, breathless from moaning and crying out at the impacts. He hit me again an extra time with the paddle, and said "Well, slut, here it is." His fingers tangled in my hair and gripped a handful at the back of my head, physically moving my head, making my mouth open in an aroused 'O' of surprise. He moved my head downward, and I moved the rest of my body to comply with his movement of my head, turning on my side to face him as I slid downward.

I took the head in my mouth first, unable to stop myself, sucking on it with soft moans of pleasure, and then pulled away a bit to lick all over his length first, exploring it with my tongue.

His sounds of pleasure encouraged me a lot, echoing in my ears as I sucked his entire cock in, relishing the feel of it filling my mouth, sucking hard, stroking it with my tongue.

His hands in my hair meant he could stop me when he wanted, hold me still, fuck my face. His leg tossed over my shoulder gave us a perfect angle. I moaned almost constantly.

My eyes were open and he was holding my head still - I was moaning and watching his hips undulate as he fucked into me. Suddenly he stopped moving his hips, and he just took my head and moved it back and forth on his cock, using my face to stroke himself. I screamed around his cock, over and over, excited beyond belief at this use, using my tongue to stroke him as he moved me. "Oh yeah, I think you like that, baby. You like being a fuck toy for me, don't you?" he said, as he kept doing it. My excited screams had reduced to louder moans and they became "mmm-hmm"s as he moved my head. He finally stopped and let me pleasure him on my own again. I could feel my arousal seeping between my thighs as I sucked him as far into my throat as I could and sucked as hard as I could, quickly, before pulling back slightly and running my tongue over him, over and over.

"Mmm, I think I should fuck you somewhere else too," he said. "Like your pussy. I like to fuck your pussy."

He kept talking about fucking me elsewhere, but he didn't stop me, or stop holding my head still at his whim to fuck my face. "Your mouth makes a good pussy." I squealed loudly around his cock at that, my body bucking. "Oh, I think you liked hearing that."

"You have any recommendations as to where else I could fuck you?" he asked me later, as I sucked desperately at him. "Oh, you want me to come down your throat, don't you?" I nodded as best I could with his cock in my throat. "I know you do, but I have other plans for you." I moaned a deep, long moan around his cock. "Mmm, so, no recommendations? I hear the pussy is horny..."

He had taken his leg off of my shoulder and I was still sucking. "How should I fuck you? Should I climb on top of you and fuck you like that? Should I put you on top of me? Mmm, or should I put you up on the ramp? You'd like that, you like being there for me, exposed for me to do whatever I like... Hmm, yeah, you just keep sucking my cock while I think about how to fuck your pussy."

I squealed loudly and grabbed his ass, tossing his leg back over my shoulder so I could pull him into me properly. He kept talking. I kept sucking, but he was making me absolutely crazy.

My lips were sore, my face was wet. I couldn't breathe. I didn't want to stop but I had to. I pulled away, gasping for air, rolling onto my back, breathing hard. He followed me, not letting up, his hands quickly slapping my breasts. "Ooh, yeah, these nipples need beating, don't they?"

I gasped and rolled my shoulders, unprepared for the attack he was delivering. "No," I squealed.

"'No?' Yes they do. You don't get to say no. You get to say 'Yes sir, my nipples do need beating. They need to be taught a lesson. Oh, and can you please fuck my pussy now? It needs cock.'" He kept alternating slaps to my nipples as he spoke, making me curl up.

He was expecting a lot from me with that one, when I could barely string two words together. As soon as he said "You don't get to say no," I cried out "Oh, fuck.." because that is one of my extreme turn-on phrases, whether he knew it or not. The g-spot of my brain, if you will.

"Well?" he asked as he kept slapping my poor breasts.

"Mmf, mmf, mmf.... yes sir, my nipples do need beating," I managed.

"Mmhmm?" he said, as he continued hitting them.

"and..mmf.. please fuck my pussy with your cock." Not exact, but pretty damn close. Proud of myself even as I was lost in a sea of desire.

"Hmmm. let me think about that," he said, trailing his hand down my body, leaving a long path of tingles in his wake. His fingertips brushed my pussy lips, seeping my arousal already. "This wet thing?" he asked.

"Mmmf, yes, please," I whispered.

His fingertips delved into the wetness they found, and then he slipped a finger inside me. "Mmm, I can see how this would want a cock," he commented. "Okay, I'll fuck your pussy for you. Get up on your ramp."

I got the Liberator ramp and put it on the bed, grabbing the wedge as well for a better resting position. He stood next to the bed as I arranged myself on hands and knees. "Mm, good girl," he said as I did as I was told, then presented myself for his cock. He pressed the head of his cock just slightly against my opening and I moaned, relishing the anticipation. I tried to press back onto him but he moved back as well, keeping the tease up. I whimpered. "What do you say?" he asked me.

"Nnng," I said, then, realizing that wasn't quite what he was after, "please fuck me."

He pressed inside me just a little bit, just the head of his cock inside my wet, hungry pussy. I groaned loudly. "Please, please fuck me," I begged again.

"That's not enough cock for you?" he asked, doing a fairly good job faking disbelief, thrusting just the head of his cock inside me.

"Mmf, no," I begged, wriggling, trying to move back onto him again. He moved back again to maintain the level of penetration he'd determined I should have.

"You're mine. You'll have the amount of cock I want you to have," he said.

"Please," I begged.

"Mmm, okay, I'll give you a little more," he said, burying about half of his cock in my body. I could feel him pushing my inner walls wider.

I tried to move back onto him again, but he moved back yet again. I kept moving backward until I felt the ramp start to tilt off the bed and I stopped with a frustrated groan. He could move backward far far more than I could, perched on my hands and knees as I was.

"Isn't that better?" he asked.

"Mmf, yes, but... want more cock," I begged, even more prettily than I had done.

"That's still not enough for you? Quite the little slut, aren't you? How much do you want?"

"all the cock," I whispered.

"Mmmm, okay then, love," he said sliding all the way home, leaning forward over my back slightly, his hands reaching up to grip my shoulders tightly and pull me into his thrusts. His cock nudged my g-spot as he moved and I cried out loud with surprised pleasure, over and over.

He left one hand on my shoulder and wrapped the other around my throat for a while, pulling me up higher, the position forcing his cock against my g-spot with every thrust. It felt so incredible that I kept screaming with joy, only briefly worrying about our shared wall. I was five feet away from that wall anyway.

His hands moved again, one on my throat and one tangled in my hair, pulling my head up by both the throat and the hair, and I just kept calling out loudly. "Ohhh, ohhh, Oh, my, GOD," I screamed out repeatedly. He kept talking to me but my short circuited brain means I don't get to share what he said.

My eyes were wide open with continued disbelief at the wonderful sensations his movements inside me were producing, rubbing against my g-spot with every single thrust. I saw his hands, fingers spread, moving slowly under my breasts, first stroking lightly over them with his palms. "I can do anything I want with you, isn't that right?" He seized my nipples then, as I agreed with him. "I want to fuck you like this, then," he said, squeezing my nipples very, very hard as he kept thrusting. The pain in my nipples and the pleasure radiating through my body from his movements created very extreme reactions from me.

"It hurts, it hurts, oooh, God, it hurts," I whimpered, loving it, moving to his rhythm.

"It hurts, but you like it," he told me, continuing on like that for a while.

His hands eventually let go and wandered over my body more, pulling my hair, grabbing my hips, running over my back, tightening around my throat. I saw them do the slow spread-finger approach to my breasts again, and this time he grabbed both my breasts tightly. "I can do anything I want with you," he said again, reinforcing this idea in my head. "And so I think I'm going to hold your tits like this and come inside you, because I can. Because I want to. And because you're not gonna stop me." He used his grip on my breasts as leverage to move faster inside me, and I felt him expand, his breathing coming faster and faster and then erupting into loud moans of his own as he emptied the evidence of his pleasure inside me. I screamed myself at the knowledge of his enjoyment, moving with him.

He kept moving inside me slowly as he softened. When he finally pulled away and his cock left me, deflated, I whimpered.

"Ohh, where did the cock go?" he mocked me, sliding his thumb inside my pussy and pressing into me. His fingers were soon inside there, rubbing my g-spot, making me scream again. I fell forward onto the ramp and he followed me, his fingers pressing me there over and over, the pleasured shrieks coming from my mouth seeming just to egg him on.

"Ohhh, fuck, ohhh, fuck, what are you doing to me?" I asked him, unable to cope with the extreme pleasure.

"I'm fucking you," he said, as he continued.

My leg, bent at the knee and sticking up where I'd collapsed across the ramp, started twitching back and forth, waving my foot about like a white flag at the end of a pole. I couldn't control it. I couldn't control any of this. "I can't, I can't, I can't," I pleaded as his fingers plundered me, relentlessly. What I "couldn't" I don't know. Control myself? Take it? Orgasm? Any of that. The approaching orgasm loomed over me, threatening to destroy me with its intensity.

"Of course you can," he told me. "You're my slut, aren't you? Take it, slut," and he pressed an extra time inside me and the floodgates opened. My foot waved around like crazy and I screamed repeatedly as I spasmed around his fingers, my own fingers alternately clutching at and slapping the ramp.

"Ohhh my God," I breathed when I could make coherent sounds again.

"How you feel, baby?" he asked, as he disengaged himself from me, stroking my back.

"Mmm, I could go another couple of rounds," I said, totally high on adrenaline.

"Okay, baby," he said, a smile in his voice. Big talk. Maybe I could have. We rotated, snuggling together under the sheets, and drifted off to blissful sleep.

Anticipation

I was inexplicably tired, had been since just after noon. I went to bed early, leaving my husband sitting at the table writing code. He stopped me on my way past him. "I'm coming to bed!" he said. "I know it looks like I'm writing code right now, but I'm sipping my drink, and I'll be along in a few minutes."

"Okay, husband," I said, "but I'm going to sleep now."

"You do that, love," he said, with a smug grin on his face that said he knew I wouldn't be sleeping for long.

He slid into bed behind me and wrapped his arm around me, pulling me close to him. "Sexy girl," he said into my ear, as his hands wandered over my skin, chasing sensations all over my body, coaxing soft moans of pleasure from me for several minutes, long enough that I thought this would be a lovely vanilla lovemaking session.

I was wrong. Suddenly he pinched my nipple, hard and fast. I screamed at the unexpected pain.

Friday night entertainment

"You're mine," he whispered as his hand gripped my throat. He kissed me, forcefully, taking my breath away.  "I can do anything I want with you. And you'll thank me for it, won't you?" He paused long enough for me to nod slowly. "I think you better suck my cock now," he said, his hand delivering three hard smacks to my breast.

Sucking cock on my side, time stretched thin and then disappeared, sucked up into the vortex he created with his heat.

"Get between my legs," he ordered, turning onto his back.

I did. The lights were all on. I could see all of him, the nude magnificence of him, as I positioned myself between his legs, licked one long, slow, wet lick from his balls to the tip of his cock, and inhaled him with a hungry moan.

Needy

He teased me in the morning. He snuggled close to me, stroking my body and letting me stroke his, becoming aroused himself and pressing his hardness against me, but he never asked me to suck it. I wanted to, but he never asked, and our precious minutes elapsed and were gone, and he went to work.

All day I wanted him. I could barely focus on anything else. 

Just seeing him come in the door was a major relief, even though hours would have to pass before we could be alone together.

"You need a haircut," I told him after dinner.

He sat in a chair in our kitchen while I cut his hair. I got to touch him, for nearly half an hour while I cut his hair, I got to run my fingers through it, stroke his head, and cut, and no one tried to pull him away from me. It looks pretty awesome now too, if I do say so myself.

Incredible

Sometimes he's so incredible he takes my breath away.

He doesn't withdraw from me. I can see, if he were a different man, this tragedy having an adverse affect on our intimacy. I spend a great deal of time crying, great heaving sobs wracking my body. He holds me.

I blew up at something, some stupid exchange yesterday. We were going to work out but the place was being cleaned, and I wanted him to walk faster. I was cold. He was wearing a jacket, and I hadn't worn one because working out generally makes it not necessary until we can get back home.

"It's not that cold!" he told me.

"Says the man wearing a jacket!" I snapped back, and stormed off in the wrong direction. He followed me, all the way back home via the scenic route around the complex. I came in, near tears, and my mom asked why we were back already, if we wanted to watch something. "I want to go to bed," I managed to get out past the blockage in my throat, and swept past her to curl myself into a ball on my bed. She gracefully kept our child with her, and he followed me, wrapped his arms around me as my dam burst and I cried.

He had me turn over so he could hold me better, held me there as I cried, thoroughly wetting his sweatshirt. He whispered sweet words to me, wished that he could make it better. No one can make this better, but he handled this, handled me, so well. He held me there for a long time. I slept a little, but didn't realize it. "Did I sleep?" I asked him, much later.

"A little."

"Did I snore?"

"A little."

We got up and rejoined my mom and our child, I made dinner, we watched a movie.

Tipping point

A warning: this is long.

I've spent the last few days in a quandary. We've talked a lot, had wonderful conversations, he's been generally fantastic, and we've had lots of different kinds of amazing sex. But still, some things he's said had left niggling doubts in my mind, even if he'd never intended them to. I've written several posts and not posted them, about the nature of D/s, about my lack of willingness to continue on like this, and about the things we've done. I could never get up the nerve to share. I'm going to share this one.

I took the loudest toys - the floggers, the belt, the paddle. I put them away. It wasn't a random act, but the result of several of the conversations we'd had, none of which led directly to this place, but I was beginning to feel worse and worse about leading him to do the things he does to me based on offhanded comments he's made. One of the posts I haven't posted was even titled "Done."

This was apparently a bad, bad idea. I should have talked to him about it, I know. But I was too humiliated to have the "I know you don't get off on this" conversation, and I thought I'd do it the next day. Of course, it didn't occur to me that he might want those things more immediately. We'd made amazing love the night before, it was beautiful, perfect; I actually said "I never want this to end" during it. So I thought he probably wouldn't need them this night. I was wrong.

He always wins in the end

We played a board game, and by luck of the spinner, or choices, or whatever, I came out better than he did. It's mostly a chance thing rather than skill, and I didn't even win - but I came out better than he did.

Later, after we went to bed and were snuggling:

"You're mine."
"Uh-huh."
"That means I can do whatever I want with you."
"Uh-huh."
"I could beat you up if I want."
"mmhmm."
"I could put you in whatever position I wanted and fuck your brains out."
"mmhmm." I shuddered at the thought.
"Have you been a good girl?"
"Yes." I knew I had been, I hadn't done anything wrong, was completely naked so I couldn't have forgotten to take off my pants, hadn't ignored him at any point. I baked homemade cookies! Of course I'd been good.
"I dunno about that. I seem to recall someone here challenging me and taking all my pieces."
I laughed, "I can't help it if you suck at that game."
"I can," pinching my nipple hard, "and I'm about to show you what I can help."

Review: Liberator ramp & wedge combo

Wow. I got this box delivered to my door and it is huge.

I got the pillows out of the box and marveled at the size, the firmness, the richness of the fabric. They're very, very pretty. They're a rich, royal purple. A purple-lover's dream. I took some photos, but they don't do it justice so I won't share them. Drugstore.com has purple, black, red, and leopard. Liberator adds tan, blue, and zebra to that mix, and also has some photos for good ideas of positions with these gems.

Not a proper review

We had a brief argument about something stupid, and I flipped off into the bedroom. I changed into something filmy and basically transparent and went to bed, and my husband joined me there. He made short work of flipping me onto my back and shoving my filmy transparent nightie up over my breasts, and he started sucking my nipple. Once it was hard, he pulled his mouth away and started rubbing his day's growth of beard against it. I groaned.

"How's that feel?" he asked me.

"Mmm, mmm, it hurts," I complained.