Still Sore!

The day after and I'm still sore!!! When I woke up this morning, I rolled over and was like: Owwwwwie! Then I stood up and tried to walk to the bathroom and this is pretty much what it looked like:

Yep, ladies and gents, I am so sore down there, I now officially walk like John Wayne! lol...

So the final tally for the day was: 8 rounds with the vibrator and three with the Hitachi wand. I may have a high sex drive, but that is a LOT of action for one girl on any given day! And that hard vibrator of mine isn't very forgiving after the first five rounds with it...

I came five separate times total (not counting the orgasms that kind of chained together. I lost count of those): Three while using the vibrator, and twice while using the wand... The first two times were actually fun. The third time, I started to get pretty tired, and wished I could stop. The fourth time, was frankly painful. And the fifth time was sheer torture.

I guess I now finally know what the term "forced orgasm" means. By that last time, everything HURT! It hurt like crazy just to get the toy inside me because I was so sore and swollen. And It hurt when I started to tighten up from the stimulation because I was so exhausted. And it hurt when I came because all my muscles down there were just plain worn out!!! All that kept going through my head was a refrain of begging: "No more, please!!! Please make it stop! Please, no more!!!"

I don't think I could have taken another round of stimulation, so thank God S. declared that I was done after my last round at 10:30 last night. I took my umpteenth bath of the day and then collapsed into bed, completely spent by my day of endless orgasms.

Sore!

As I write this, I am on the sixth round of using my vibrator and have gone through two rounds of the Hitachi wand as per S.'s instructions for the day. I have now cum four times today and I am ridiculously sore and swollen. My pussy has been soaked all day long. I've taken two showers and three baths to try to keep up with the liquid gushing from me. I figure, at this rate, I'm going to be seriously dehydrated by 10pm when S. has declared that I can finally stop.

When I complained to him about being really sore down there, his response was to laugh and say that I had been the one begging for my toys the last few days when he teased me mercilessly and I couldn't use them. And so now I had my toys so I should be happy...

Is this what they mean by "Be careful what you wish for"?

Pick a number

So, yesterday I was minding my own business, doing things on the computer when S. texted me:


"Hey sweetie. Choose a number from 1 to 3. Which number do you want?"

I was like: Errrr, what? I had no clue what was going on. So I randomly replied "2" and added: "What is this? A magic trick? lol"  Well, my confusion deepened when he sent me the following:

Hmmm... what's this? I was bewildered. Why is he sending me a picture of a number 2 on an index card? It made no sense. "Errr...okay...what is that???" I texted back, cracking up. But my laughter was short lived as the next picture came:

"HEYYYYYYYYYYY!" I texted back, realizing that this must be the back of the index card marked number 2.

For the record, these are the two toys S. is referring to on the card:
My toy is green but it looks like this with an insertible dildo part and a nub that stimulates the clit.
The lower picture is a standard Hitachi wand.

"Great choice!" S. responded, clearly enjoying himself now. "Enjoy yourself on Saturday." And then: "Hey, you chose your number, not me. "

"Wait! I didn't know what I was getting myself into!" I complained.

"So?" S. replied. "Good slave! :) "

My "Arrrrgh" response led him to inform me that had I picked option number 1, I would have had to finger myself for ten minutes every hour and worn the bit gag all day, and be forbidden to cum until  ten pm. And, had I picked number 3, I would have had to wear the Ben-Wa balls all day long and put both bullets in my ass for five minutes every hour.

That shut me up in a hurry because I soon realized that number 2 was by far the least awful of the 3 options. That is, until he added, that if I cum from using my green toy on the first two sessions with it, I wil have to use the butt plug for the rest of the day. :(  I haven't used any butt plug in weeks and I don't think I could begin to stand it for even 10 minutes let alone all day long! So I absolutely don't dare cum until after the first 5 hours of instructions. Groan...

"Good Girl"

        "Good girl!"           

                                                        "Good slave!"

These words alternately make me smile and squirm. They bring up such contradictory feelings inside me, it's difficult to cope or process!

When S. says either one of these to me, I immediately have two simultaneous and opposite reactions:

1. One part of me curls up and purrs, in glorious happiness that I have pleased him. That part of me wants to lick his toes, kiss the ground he walks on, and worship him forever. That part lives for the praise, for that tone of voice that means I've pleased him.

2. But another part of me bares it's teeth and growls. Good girl? It says. How patronizing! How belittling! Good SLAVE? It howls. I am a strong, independent woman, hear me roar! GRRRRRRRRRR! That part makes me want to bite him, HARD!!! But, if I'm being honest, that part also starts the inevitable drip between my legs.

Sometimes, I feels as though my own body betrays me: Even while my mind is yowling in resistance, my knees get wobbly, and my pussy tingles, and wetness instantly seeps out of me, to belie my protesting words. Bad body! Sometimes I wish I had a little better control over it, lol. But S. can make me wet in an instant, with only a few soft words.

Long Night Aftermath

I'm on vacation this week so catching up on my blog. I know there hasn't been a lot of excitement to write about lately, but my darling S. will be here in May and then I'm sure my posts will pick right back up lol! He keeps telling me about new positions and games he plans to play with me, so it sounds like it will be worth the wait!

I guess I should start this post by describing my night with the Ben-Wa balls. If you read my previous post, you know that S. ordered me to have them in all evening and keep them in all night long. That's probably one of the longest periods I've ever worn them! By bedtime, I was already super horny from feeling them move and vibrate inside me with every movement I made. Plus, there is just something about knowing that I'm not allowed to touch any of my toys or get any relief that makes me wildly horny and panting for release. So I knew it was going to be a hell of a long night!!!

Sure enough, it was hard to get to sleep while feeling so feisty and horny. My instinct was to toss and turn, but of course, every single movement I made, caused the Ben-Wa balls to vibrate, increasing my need to cum and intensifying my frustration. It was terrible: I'd lie there and think of all of the hours left until I could use my toys and get some release, which would make me super frustrated. When I'm frustrated, I jiggle. So I'd find myself jiggling and wiggling in the bed, and then the balls would start to vibrate, making me clench my pussy and increasing my need for relief. Gah! Those things are evil because they cause just enough sensation to keep me continually dripping, horny, and frustrated, but never enough to allow me any type of release. Grrr.

I finally did fall asleep, but woke up about a dozen times during the night: Every time I rolled over in bed, the sudden vibrations would wake me up and I'd be frustrated all over again. Needless to say, it was a very long night. When I finally woke up at 7 am, the balls were pressing on my bladder from within and I had to literally rush to the bathroom to make it in time. Yeck what a way to wake up... Of course, S. found it all very funny...

But I guess it was all worth it because then I was FINALLY able to remove them and go back to bed with my toys. I used my wonderful Hitachi wand and it took probably less than 10 seconds with it for me to cum hard. God, I cannot even describe the feeling of relief to finally be able to release all the tension and frustration that had built up after so many hours with the Ben-Wa balls inside me!!! It was glorious, lol.

S. seemed very pleased with it all too: He greatly enjoyed knowing that the Ben-Wa balls kept me awake half the night, and the thought of them pressing on my bladder so that I was desperate to go seemed to amuse him to no end. He had told me that I would be wearing them all night simply for his pleasure, so I guess mission accomplished. :) It was a long, and frustrating night, but I'm glad to have pleased him!!! :)

Long Night Ahead

"When you get home, you will insert the Ben-Wa balls. You will keep them in all night long."

Those were the directions S. gave me. My immediate response was whaaaaaaaaat???!!! Where did this come from out of the blue? I absolutely wasn't expecting anything like this. I had been driving along, thinking about work, and then he threw that command at me.

"Am I being punished for something?" I inquired in a small voice, wondering if I had done something wrong.

"Nope!" he responded cheerfully. "This is just for my enjoyment."

Oh...

great...

And so I sit here now with these things inserted deeply inside me, trying not to wiggle or jiggle or make any type of movement that will set off the vibration of the small metal balls within them. Just the feeling of having them inside me, filling me up, is enough to make me very horny. But once they start vibrating, it's all I can do not to rip them out and get a real toy so I can get some relief!It's difficult to describe the feeling the Ben-Wa balls give me: It's like tickling an itch that you can't scratch: It just makes it itch ten times more!

But no toys allowed till morning. I'll just have to endure this feeling all night long, as I'm forbidden to remove them or use any other toys until tomorrow. Did I mention that I'm very, very horny?!!! This is going to be a very long night...

New Position

I found this picture on TwistedMissy's Blog on Tumblr and for some reason I keep going back to it. It is by no means the most intense BDSM I've seen, nor is there really any wild action going on in the image but perhaps that is why I like it so much.

S. and I are always looking for new positions to try: He often tells me about some new way to restrain me that he's imagined and we discuss how it might work. So that is the first thing that caught my eye in this image. I liked the way the girl's legs are doubled up with her ankles attached to her wrists. I always enjoy being tied in such a way that if I pull against the restraints, I'm only struggling against myself.

The blindfold also arouses me: Being blinded always changes things completely: Losing the ability to see, to anticipate, makes every pause ten times longer, every sensation ten times more powerful. It renders you completely helpless, at the mercy of whatever your Dom/Master cares to do to you.

But perhaps what I like the most about this image is the sense of relaxation the woman gives. She is tied up, unable to see, defenseless against whatever is going to be done to her, and yet she appears relaxed and quietly alert. It's the sense of acceptance of her position that arouses me the most in this image. She is there to be used as the man sees fit, and she is waiting quietly for whatever he may choose to do, knowing this is her position and accepting it fully. To me, that is what makes this image beautiful.

Update on the Punishment

Hi all,

Some of you are probably wondering what happened with my punishment after my last post. Well, it seems that I got very very lucky! :)

S. took into consideration the fact that I was so worried about the doctor and my conjunctivitis so he actually decided to relent a bit and so I only had to do the part with the Ben-Wa balls and not the plug. I was very grateful for his understanding! And I took the ensuing punishment with good grace, knowing it was still my fault for not remembering, despite the extenuating circumstances.