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!!!

Swollen

 

S. wanted me to make the title of this post "Swollen" so there it is. I know he's going to snicker when he sees it.

It seems like lately, I've found myself in a lot of different positions, strapped to the bed, and I pretty much always have some kind of stripes healing somewhere on my body. S really loves to wield that whip!
I even had to cancel a doctor's appointment because there was no way I would be healed in time for the visit, and I couldn't risk anyone seeing the marks. I stood in front of the mirror for quite some time, staring at the bright red marks across my breasts, slowly realizing that they would never heal and fade in time for my appointment two days hence. Fortunately it was just a six month visit and nothing I can't reschedule!!!

The reason this post is titled "Swollen" is because S. also likes to use the wand on me and make me cum over and over again until I'm practically screaming: "NO NO NO!!! OFF! TURN IT OFF! OFFFFF! PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE STOP! PLEASE STOP. PLEEEEEEASE!!!" It's amazing how pleasure can turn into pain once it gets to be too much. I have this complete love/hate relationship with my Hitachi wand since S got here. I used to just love it, but that was when *I* got to decide how and when to use it, and, more importantly, when to turn it OFF!!! But now that S is in charge, he greatly enjoys keeping it on high until I have cum four or five times in a row. Let's just say that the first time is awesome, the second is too much, the third is painful, and after that, all I can do is thrash, scream and beg for it to stop.

Today S decided that since it is Sunday, we should play after breakfast. So he told me to go to the bedroom, and then blindfolded me, cuffed my wrists to my ankles, and pushed me over onto my face so my butt was up in the air like the image above. Then, he proceeded to use the flicker whip on my ass. It's crazy because you'd think I'd be used to it after all this time. I've lost count of how many times I've been whipped, how many stripes I've worn. And yet, the pain gets me every time: It's so SHARP! I think it may be partially because with S there is zero warm up. One second, I'm lying there, blindfolded, with my face pushed into the mattress and my ass in the air wondering what he's doing, and the next second, WHAM! My ass is on fire! He never starts slow and builds up: He just goes to town! So I have no time to steel myself or try to build up any tolerance. Also, he often has the wand going at the same time: Since I'm blindfolded, I'm not quite sure how he manages it, but S always wedges it against the mattress so it's pushed deep inside me and against me, and no matter how I wiggle, it won't budge. Trying to deal with the crazy intense sensation of the wand on high, at the same time as bracing for the agony of the next crack of the whip is too much for me to handle and I usually wind up making quite a lot of noise: Moans, groans, cries, screams, tears, begging, etc. It's weird because previous guys I'd played with always seemed to want me to be silent and to hold back any cries. But S seems to revel in making me scream. The louder I get, the more he seems to enjoy it. I wouldn't mind so much, but I'm always terrified the neighbors will hear!!!!