Can You Master Me?

I doubt I have had any dedicated subscribers/readers so far, but I want to talk about why I started and then suddenly stopped this blog... this blog that fulfills one sexual fantasy of mine through exhibitionism.

Simply put, my Adonis and I were having relationship troubles. While I'd feel more comfortable saying that I can separate love and sex with him as I have done several times with other men, I simply can't.  With him the sex is better because of the love and the love is better because of the sex.  

We are two souls that have known each other longer than we can identify - but no love lies totally in perfection - in fact imperfection is often what makes love stronger.  We had to both mature enough in our relationship to realize this and I think we're finally getting there. 

After a separation and reconciliation, our relationship started to take on a new meaning to me.  Why waste these moments? Why waste the opportunity to be in an amazing relationship with this person because of past hurts, past fears, past abuses?  And I couldn't give an answer. So little by little, now that we've reconciled, I've been throwing caution into the wind.

One way was to share an erotic story with him I'd be reading titled Rough Cut by Mari Carr.  It was on the Kindle free book list so I thought I'd give it a look.  It is more of a short story than a book, but it was chock full of lovely, desirable playfulness.

It talked about a woman coming to terms with her desire for BDSM.  She wanted to be dominated, she wanted to be toyed with, she wanted to be her Master's plaything.  The relationship between the main woman and main man character is light, fun - and even loving... even as he proceeds to tie her up and spank her to make her cum... or "tortures" her with playthings while he is at work.

I found myself seeing eye to eye with the main character woman.  It was time I admitted this to my loving boyfriend.  I knew he was more sexually open than me even though I had been having sex for a decade longer than him.  In my case, quantity apparently didn't represent quality because I had never known pleasure like what he has shown me in our time together.

The following story is our first adventure into BDSM with me playing the sub and he the dom.  Dom came naturally to me... come with me as I explore my sub side.

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Our evening relaxing together progressed normally - as would any couple's - until a turn, a misstep, something chance, brought us face-to-face and the moment became hot... sizzling hot.  We had discussed earlier in the day how he would love to dominate me and I had been teasingly calling him "Sir" via instant messenger all day.  

I sucked in a breath as he reached his hand up to my face and felt a shocking wave of pleasure overcome me as he slipped his fingers into my hair and cupped the back of my head.  The feeling intensified as he grabbed my hair tighter and began to force my mouth to his.  It was strong, it was insisting, it was forceful, but it wasn't painful.  His mouth hungered for mine, for my neck, for the line of my jaw, for my cleavage.  Pulling my hair, he moved my head this way and that to access just what he wanted to.  He was in control.  I began to feel the wetness pooling between my lips.

He pinched me... once, twice, three times; on the soft part of my back, the side of my breast, my belly.  I forced thoughts of how I could stand to lose quite a bit of weight out of my head and let the rush fill me; make my pussy ache.  

He leaned back from me and said "Take your shirt off," with a very serious look.  This was amazing.  I loved it.  I did as I was told, quietly, not saying a word.  He backed down by joking that everything was better with naked breasts and I wish he hadn't joked - just a little in the back of my mind.  He resumed seriousness and, as if his fingers could taste them, he began stroking my nipples, pulling them erect, pinching them hard to see me jump, see me gasp and assumedly to make my clit jump - and it complied over and over.

We continued this way on and off as he caught the score to the Buckeyes' bowl game on the t.v. behind me.  This was part of his dom role, to make sure I knew he was in control of when the play started and stopped. He cradled me in his arms in a loving way during the breaks in play, but I suspect his dom side was growing as he occasionally grabbed my hair and yanked my head back while pushing me into his hungry lips.  He'd twirl my nipples for a moment while catching the score over my shoulder and then bury his softly bearded face in my neck and chest. 

Soon he told me to undress completely - I mentally noted that he was still fully clothed and maybe the look in my eye clued him into this observation because with a hot rush he yanked his shirt off and pulled me close into him.  We were bare chest to bare breasts - his chest hair tickled me slightly and my nipples dragged across him longingly.  He buried his face in my neck again, biting, nibbling his way from my shoulder to my earlobe and back - I could almost hear him mentally noting where my body reacted the most as he kissed and teased.  He picked one particularly sensitive spot, where my neck meets my shoulder, gave a little hiss of pleasure, and bit down hard.  I moaned and jumped at the same time. Now this was the pain I was expecting, delightfully mingled with pleasure.

Each time he rubbed his lips or his fingers even lightly over the spot I groaned in pleasure and simultaneously winced in pain. He got a worried look on his face, said he didn't meant to really hurt me.

"You remember our safe word?" I asked pausing for a moment.

He nodded and I dragged his fingers back to my bruised spot. Causing me to sharply suck in a breath, he followed the light touch with a growl in my ear and fingernails down my back. He's finally getting the hang of it, I thought to myself.  I knew he had when he grabbed my hair and commanded me to kneel naked in front of him.  He stood up, the back of his legs still pressed against the couch, and pulled his cock out of his pants.  It was fabulously hard, the solid shaft making my mouth water as drool dripped out of the tip.  I leaned forward, without permission, to take him in my mouth and he grabbed my hair hard and yanked my head back.  I was staring up, uncomfortably, into his face as he stood above me. Still holding my hair he bent down and kissed me passionately.  When he lifted his face from mine, I began to lower my mouth to his cock, which I could feel brushing against my taut throat.  He yanked my head back again - so he wanted me to keep looking up at him, not see him touching himself, rubbing the wet head against my face, neck, and chest.  This was entirely uncomfortable and yet amazingly thrilling.

He removed the rest of his clothing and sat back down on a blanket covering the couch.  I began to move my head down to look at him, but remembered his insistent hair tugs and re-steadied myself, staring up awkwardly at the ceiling.  A new pleasure washed over me...I was actually afraid of displeasing him - fantastic.  I licked my lips from the deliciousness of it all. He reached forward and grabbed my breasts, pulling me roughly towards him and forcing my head to snap down to his level.  I could feel saliva pooling at my lips as I wanted him in my mouth so badly and finally, mercifully, he nodded his head ever so slightly.  I dove down to his rock hard shaft and pleasured my mouth and mind with its shape, its texture, its taste.  I widened my knees to better brace myself and worked hard for his moans, for his drool, for his orgasm and finally his delicious cum.  

He picked me up off the floor, pushed me back onto the couch, propped my butt up with a pillow, and dove in himself, licking and lapping at me, making me wild.  I felt him searching for every drop of my wetness that had pooled in my lips - acting surprised as always to find me dripping wet for him.  He blew my mind for a few minutes before pausing to slide up my body and kiss me.  I felt his tip brush my wetness and I'm pretty sure I saw his pupils dilate fully before he lost it and plunged into me.  A rush of surprise washed over me and made me buck against him.  He usually spent a considerable amount of time with his face in my crotch, but the desire overtook him and he couldn't wait to have me.

"Do you want this?" he suddenly asked me gruffly as he pounded into me.  Unsure of the desired answer, I went with honesty and moaned, "Oh yessss."

He pulled out of me and stood back, "Yes, what?"  My breathing became labored, my desire to have him re-enter me intense, my mind raced as he tickled me with just the tip at my opening...

"Yes.... yes.... Sir!" I answered vehemently.  He bent quickly back over me, one knee on the couch, one foot on the floor and pounded into my body angled across several couch cushions, my bottom elevated by a pillow.  He grinded his pelvis against me as I got closer and closer to climax.

"Oh my f- god.." I said, my signature phrase when my pussy tightened and nipples stood erect at the edge of climax.  "Oh yeah?" he replied ready for my hot juices to squirt onto him.

"Oh yeah!" I squeeled like a pretty blonde porn star.

And then... he slipped...  his foot slipped.  I could feel my pussy pulsing against him, but it slowly beat down as the momentum was lost.  I reached up and kissed him feverishly to let him know it was ok and the ferocity I saw building in his eyes quickly melted away.  

Why tell you about this?  Why not change the story for creative purposes and bring you with me into one of the other hundreds of amazing orgasms my dark Adonis had given me before?

The anticipation made the next few encounters all that more enjoyable... and I hope the same for you too...

Stay tuned, my lambs...

-Crescendo