Of Collars & Leashes

It had been quite some time since S had decided to use a collar and leash on me. I sort of have a fear of collars because anything that could cut off my breathing is scary to me. But S has always been very understanding and makes quite sure that the collar isn't too tight and that I'm feeling okay, so I've been able to tolerate it.

So, the other night, I had admitted to S that I missed him face fucking me. It was a complete surprise to me when he first tried it to find out that I actually really enjoyed it! I had always thought I would hate anything like that but there is something about it that just completely arouses me.

I guess S decided to combine breaking out the collar and leash again with that idea because the very same day after he made me cum FIVE times, I wound up on the bed, blindfolded again. I heard the usual sounds of metal against metal as he sorted through the toy box, and wondered what he would come up with this time. To my surprise, I felt his hands and the coolness of a leather collar being placed around my throat. After my experience earlier that day, I was already pretty worn out and all thoughts of resistance had been eliminated. So I submissively bowed my head, so he could fasten the buckle around my neck. (I'm often quite feisty, in fact earlier that week, I had earned myself some very rough treatment which I'm still suffering from. But that's another story).

S fastened the buckle and then slipped his fingers underneath the collar, judging the tightness. He asked me several times, if it felt okay, and I moved my head left and right and nodded that it wasn't too tight. Once S had determined that the collar wasn't hurting me in any way, he became all business, and clipped the leash onto it. Immediately, I felt a sharp tug: "Down!" he commanded.

I followed the direction of the tug, and felt my way down off the bed. Hesitantly, I moved forward, obeying more tugging. I knew I wasn't going to run into anything, but I still felt very vulnerable. S led me to the foot of the bed and then commanded me to kneel. I complied, and then he told me to open my mouth. I opened it hesitantly, just a little, but S soon made me open up all the way as he shoved his cock into my mouth.

He proceeded to face fuck me, alternately using his hands around my pony tail to pull me forward and back, and tugging on the leash, to force me closer to him. At first, I was disoriented by the blindfold, the collar, the feel of the cold bare floor against my knees, and my head being pulled back and forth. I tried to breathe in between thrusts.

Then I started to get into it, and reached up, feeling S's legs until I had my hands around his hips so I could better judge distance and depth. I started to use my tongue and sucked on his head when he wasn't pulling me back and forth with the leash or by the hair. I heard him start to moan. Then, just when I thought he would surely cum, S commanded me down on my hands and knees, and I felt him move behind me. Within seconds, my already swollen areas were being penetrated and I focused on trying to brace myself against the floor as he pounded from behind. The sensation was crazy, as swollen as I was, and the collar and leash had already sent me into subspace even before S had put his cock in my mouth. I came very quickly and then panted and moaned until he was done.

One heck of an end to an already wild day! :)

 Blogging with the Ben Wa balls inside me... this definitely complicates matters! Not to mention that, if you read my previous post, you know that I've already cum FIVE times today and I'm super swollen and really don't want anything near that part of my body for another month!!!
I have an anonymous poster to thank for this new scenario: He or she posted the suggestion for S to "encourage" me to blog by placing the balls inside me until my posts are completed, and S apparently thought it was a wonderful idea, because here I am! Grrr. See what happens when you take the time to comment on my blog, even anonymously?

If I thought I could get away with it, I'd write a super short post, just to get these things OUT of me. But, knowing S, if I defied him like that, I'd probably just wind up strapped to the bed again and he'd make me cum another five times! So I think I'll be a good girl and do what he says.

Have I mentioned that I'm swollen? I swear I can feel every single ridge on the smartballs (the type of Ben Wa balls I own). Anyway, I'm not even writing about what I was supposed to. Having these things inside me is so distracting, I'm sure I'm not making a ton of sense.

Okay so what I was supposed to be describing was our routine cleaning of the house yesterday: S decided that I should have a vibrator inside me.

He had me put something between this one and a rabbit inside me and turned it on high. He then told me to put on my panties so it would stay in. And then, it was time to clean the house. Now I've cleaned the house before with my wrists shackled together, my ankles connected, and other impediments, but trying to perform a task that requires a LOT of movement, with a vibrator on high inside me was the worst yet!!!

I basically didn't want to move at all, because every time I twisted my hips with the push or pull of the vaccuum, the swing of the shark mop, or most importantly, tried to bend and pick up ANYTHING, the stimulation was almost too much to bear. So I moved much more slowly than usual and had to beg S to do any lifting that was involved because bending over was just insane!!! Of course, I not only had to deal with the sensation of my clit being on fire and the deep throbbing within, but also try to ignore S's frequent taunts: "Why are you moving so slowly?", "You keep moaning. I don't know what your problem is!", "Keep moving!" etc. He also would come over every so often and push the vibrator even deeper inside me.

Our house isn't very big, but let's just say that by the time I got to the second room, I was whining nonstop, and before we finished, I was pretty much begging every two minutes to be allowed to remove the vibrator! "Nope!" was the response I got every single time, to my great chagrin. When S makes up his mind, no amount of whining or begging seems to change it. Grrr.

Anyway, as you can imagine, I was very swollen and HORNY by the time I finally was allowed to take out the vibrator. Although I had cum several times, they were small climaxes and I had built up again each time from the continued stimulation. So, by the time I finally was done, I was in a frenzy to just have one big orgasm and finally get some release! Thank God, S allowed me to use my wand and I came hard an about 30 seconds flat. I can't even describe the relief!!!!

So, that's the latest on my cleaning adventures. Who knows what might await me next week!!!? Hopefully this post will please S because after all of that stimulation yesterday, plus being forced to orgasm FIVE times today, and then also have S's cock shoved deep inside me while I was at my most swollen, all I can think of now is getting the smartballs OUT!!!