BDSM, Love, Male Lead Relationship stuff, Outside the Bedroom, Uncategorized, Wonderboy

I love you like that

He has taken to biting me. I love it when he bites my neck, but there are places there that get too sore quite quickly. What is different about the way he bites me now is that he just plain attacks my flesh. He tears on it. He justs flips me over – and I love how he’s so strong that he’s able to do it, not that it takes too much effort to get me change into a position he wants – sits on my back and brings his teeth down on me.

A light prelude of his nails on my neck, then back and ass, sometimes even thighs. Then he brings those nails down on my skin and rakes it. It sends shivers down my whole body, especially my neck and the back of my head. All good things send shivers there.

But he surprised me a couple of days ago when he was fucking me from behind. He absolutely ravaged my back, my shoulders and my neck with his teeth. My skin is sore even after days! And I loved it!

These small things that are new make us so happy. There are loads of things that we haven’t done in a while that I love. Loads of things we had tried and somehow didn’t get in to it right away – like bondage. And loads of things, so little yet so significant to the feeling that we are finding something even if it’s almost been there all the time. Maybe we just notice it now and exploit it. But it does bring a lot of joy. And we are still planning on using the holidays to practice real life shibari bondage with a decent rope!

He’s been much more daring with his d/s actions and role playing in our sex after the miscarriage. You’d think it would have the opposite effect? But I think it’s because after the miscarriage I’ve been craving it more. I’ve been very responsive to even small commands or touches, even little hues of power play have made me shiver and let out little happy sounds. This has obviously made Wonderboy very very happy.

I am very content with you now, he said when he got home. I had just been running in the pitch black, in the snow, because that is the commitment I made. So naturally I expected he’d be happy that I’m keeping to the contract and working to stay thin and healthy. But no.

I’m just happy with the way you are now. It makes me very content to think about yesterday… the sex we had.

I smiled and shrieked of joy. He smiled too and came to hug me and kiss me a lot.

I love you when you’re like this. You’re just so damn cute.

I had gotten to my feet to hug him, but after a while of hugging he kept me at a distance. I was explaining how this little wool collar thingie had kept my sore neck (!) really warm all through out my almost an hour (!!) long run.

I want to try that, he said and reached his hands inside my collar. His fingers found my neck soon and changed from caressing to commanding. I could feel the overwhelming surrender coming, but it’s warmer now, more palatable, not so stomach turning. I let out a sound I make when he owns me like this, in the moment. Like a hmh but very tender and low key.

I love when you’re like this. That’s why I love you, he said and kissed my forehead.

I don’t know the way I was… Or the way I am now, even. But I just am! I answer and smile and I can feel the way the smile grows from my heart what he means. It’s different. Everything’s different again. I’m so in love with him that I just want him to make me his. And he does, he so does!

Wellp, he had things to do in the kitchen and I had to go to the shower. And I think there will be no sex today. But you know what? I’d take this over some sex any day. And so I did.

BDSM, Craving for more, embracing pain, Love, Male Lead Relationship stuff, What Women Really Want, Wonderboy

Just A Bitch In Heat

Guess what? I seduced him again! He said I did so by being such a bitch in heat. Rowr.

And guess what else? I got my first official tit bruise from slapping! It’s dainty and I love it!

I asked him yesterday how come he was so much more harsh and hardhanded with me than before. I made it clear that I had liked it by grinding myself against him, kissing him, caressing him and looking at him dreamily.

He answered, Well, I realized you’re not so fragile after all. I can’t break you that easily.

That was it. His new found certainty and assertiveness.

Today whilst fucking me hard from behind and ripping me by the hair he said,

I don’t care if you hurt. The more you hurt, the better.

He said such rude but true things to me all the while he fingerfucked my mouth, fucked me from behind and hurt me. Did I already mention that I came for the longest time? I just love it, when he roughly fucks my mouth with his fingers, suffocates me with them even, stretches my mouth.

Look at me. I love your mouth. It’s so sexy. You just know it’s going to feel so good to put something in there, he said when he forced me to go down on him after he’d made me go do some housework. When he sent me to do housework, I remembered to ask, if I was to call him sir or not, and obviously that was my duty. I was more than happy to oblige and used it instead of yeah all the time I could without embarrassing myself completely.

When we were good and really done we still kissed and cuddled. I had asked for him to put my collar on, when we switched from the forced blowjob to fucking and he obliged immediately. I lay there on all fours, held my hair up and felt it sweep from my neck through my whole body, when he clicked the buckle. True happiness and also true desire springs from him putting the collar on me. And it also happens when he takes it off. It’s a sign I need, I crave. He shook me from it a little to see if it was tight enough and I fell so hard.

It’s important to put the collar on, I said when we cuddled.

That’s good of you to notice, he answered and smiled hiw owner’s smile.

It’s really important to me.

I’ll put the leash on next time too.

And then – and then! – he promised me he’d lead me around from the leash one day! I hope it’s not tomorrow, because my little sis is coming to visit. But he promised to forcefully fuck and suffocate me in total silence, when she goes to bed. We’ll see what happens tomorrow…

Maybe I’ll get a pony!

BDSM, Love, Male Lead Relationship stuff, Sex stories, Wonderboy

Surrenderer’s High

Just when you think there’s a long and winding road ahead of you… a miracle happens. Yesterday I turned down Wonderboy’s advances just by not actively showing my desire for him. Today I did the complete opposite. I asked him to disrobe. I asked him to engage. At first he said that maybe his cock was a little depressed and had left – for Timbuktu, I added and we laughed and hugged and went on with things.

The happiness rose in us like a tidal wave with each kiss and caress as they got more aggressive. I thought I couldn’t even get that excited with the anti-depressant. Turns out – I can, if I’m dominated enough. And I was.

He started by hitting my ass. Just giving me a little taste. I moaned and approached sub space the minute his hand hit my ass cheek. He turned away from me to the goody nightstand and took out – the collar. He didn’t ask me a thing, didn’t give me options. It was going on and he was rough about it. Even when he dropped the strap of it a couple of times, he didn’t waver. Shit, he exclaimed and put it on me. I was immediately week at the knees. I drop real hard, when the collar goes on. I wither and my eyes flutter. I lose some control over my muscles for a time. I’m his to command now.

Then he ordered me to put on the fishnet stockings with a little bow down at the ankle – and seams! pretty seams – while he went to the bathroom. I could hear him washing up, so I knew what I was in for. And I was excited to get his cock into my mouth. I was also happy to notice that although he’d not been expecting sex, he did go and wash up for my benefit. A very cavalrious thing to do. I liked that.

When he came back he stood by the futon and I positioned myself so I could take his cock in my mouth. His new favorite position for a blowjob. A position of power – over me like that. It’s really pleasing to my eye as well as his. And I do love to hold him by the buttocks when I take him down my throat. I love to spit on his cock, mostly on his command, and then jerk the slippery, veiny, big, fat dick with the most tender hands. I lick and I tease and then he tells me what to do. He compliments me a lot, but adds my little whore to the end. I like that. It reminds me I’m wearing a collar. His collar. I go under again and again. He has but to say it to me.

He grouches and slaps my breasts as I’m licking his cock. He suffocates me, he holds me there longer than I thought I could be held. I start to spasm involuntarily, I feel an orgasm building. He shakes me by the neck. I’m under his grasp. I’m not even holding myself up on the bed anymore. He is. He slaps me hard on the left cheek as he holds me there. I look at him, fluttering, gasping, gurgling. I go under. I look at him again. My filthy little whore, he says. Then he shakes me again and pushes me to meet his cock. He fucks my cheek, hitting my face, telling me what I whore I am. He positions me straight against him and pushes his cock down my throat as far as it will go. He strangles me at the same time. I’m oblivious to fear. I feel but his power. He holds me up. I’m floating.

He doesn’t fuck my face. He ends it when I gag the second time and spit salty slime on him and on the floor. He’s oozing precum by now and his cock jumps happily every time he strangles me hard or slaps my face. It makes me so hot. He’s never hit me as hard as he’s hitting me today. He’s never strangled me as hard as today. And because life is funny I actually feel more relaxed and trusting. I surrender to his touch. It makes me believe he owns me. My whole soul believes.

The he fucks me and tells me that he doesn’t care, if I enjoy. He’s just going to fuck me quickly and come. And he doesn’t even care, if I hurt. He kind of likes to hurt me.I can’t believe, how slippery I am, when he descends upon me. I’m so wet he slides right in. And I’m on my period.

You’re my whore and I can do anything to you.

Yes sir.

Say what I can do to you.

Anything. You can do anything to me, sir.

Yes I can. Because you’re my filthy little whore.

And then I come. I come like rockets and moonlandings and space and stars and black holes.

He rises up a bit, pushes my arms to hold up my tits in a way he likes and kisses and bites on my nipples. He starts fucking me so it hurts. It really hurts and I get hot flashes every time his cock hits my cervix. Ouch, I yell after every hit and pulse inside. It doesn’t take long for him to start coming – but it takes over a minute for him to come. He pulses, he twitches, he spasms and moans and holds me closer and pushes into me, way into me. We hug and we kiss. He asks me,

Did my little whore have fun?

Yes, sir, I answer. Or do I still have to say sir? I ask.

Yes you do. Very good of you to ask.

Yes sir.

Shall we take the collar away?

Yes, sir.

Now you don’t have to say sir anymore.

Because the collar’s not on. It’s good you set strict limits, I say.

But other times you might have to.

You just have to order me.

I will.

And I believe him. I truly, truly believe him.

BDSM, Coming out, Fantasies, Submissive tendencies, Unanticipated Satisfaction, Volatile bodies

Cuckolding Fantasies and the First Collaring

Wonderboy is going to a concert with another woman. No, we haven’t suddenly decided to play with polygamy. He’s just going to a concert with a mate from work. Who happens to be a woman. This would be no big news to a lot of people, but I’m not one of those people. I’m happy he has this new found self-confidence and that he’s going even when I’m not. But I’m also a little jealous and a little worried. I know that it’s completely my problem, if I’m afraid of losing him just because he’s going to a concert with someone else. So talking with him I’m trying to concentrate on how nice it’s he’s going with the Woman and thus has company to spend time with… and I also made it very clear, how I expect him to act. We even talked about how you can reject someone nicely, and he said he already brought me to a conversation just to make sure the Woman understands what’s going down.

So, that’s that. But that’s not all! When we were discussing the issue, I unexpectedly felt this huge sexual force springing in me. It was like making love the first time, or letting myself get drifted away with a experience I shouldn’t have. I was struck with how forceful the feeling of arousal was. And the arousal came straight from picturing my precious Wonderboy having sex with another woman.

A thing I never thought I’d fantasise about. A thing that many submissives have brought to the table, and always made me feel kind of scared and threatened. Am I supposed to desire that? I would never desire something that doesn’t include me or makes me obsolete or feel inadequate and not needed! And here I am. Getting thrilled from the vision of the exact same thing. Cuckolding.

It goes in sync with my kink on uncontrollable male desire. If he couldn’t control himself with another woman. Well, I’d be devastated. But that’s just what makes it so darn appetising. The emotional power of him betraying me for his own selfish gratification is very intense. It’s the same feeling I get, when he uses me as his fuck toy, because sometimes I don’t actually enjoy the moment, but the fact that he is doing exactly what he wants. The desire to be used is stronger than the actual physical preferations I have.

Am I to make a conclusion out of this? Very well, here goes.

The urge to bring fantasy into life sometimes overrides the more physical elements. I have a easy comparation. I actually get turned on from being denied access to Wonderboy’s stuff. He’s learned to toy with me and teases me nowadays to no end with his cock. I’ve come from just sucking his cock, no touching included for my benefit, because there was something truly powerful in fulfilling only his desires. Thumper’s talked about his unfairness button as a turn on, and I guess I really actually share the same kink.

Today we tried acting it out. I confessed that I actually fantasised about him fucking the Woman (or any woman) and pretended to be that woman in my head when we had sex yesterday. It ended, though, with me yealling to him Hit me! Hit me! Anyway, turns out it doesn’t work so well with the two of us. I dropped the fantasy swiftly, when we really started getting close to each other. I was so wet so quickly it was almost funny. But suddenly Wonderboy wasn’t in the mood anymore. Cock flopped like they do, when people start to think too much, and I asked What happened? What’s wrong? What now? Meanwhile I still tried to juice things out, but my efforts fell flat.

Was the fantasy too much?

He nodded. I confessed I’d dropped the fantasy early on after realising it didn’t work like that. I understood completely how he felt.

Would you like me to be your own little honey bunny more? 

Love is a more powerful tool than betrayal. Our d/s is based on love. It couldn’t wrap itself around him betraying me. It’s hot in itself, and he’d had this huge boner when we talked about it this morning. But it didn’t translate into a scene between us. That was okay, ’cause I had something I really wanted him to do.

Do you want to own me?

Wonderboy nodded again, and I caressed his face and kissed his cheeks and forehead all the while grinding against his now mushy cock. I’m a little puppy and I want this so bad. I want it.

You know, there’s this thing you could do. You could put a neglace on me, and then you’d own me. I’d be your slave… like I’d have to do whatever you say.

I want a collar, so I know who I belong to. I want to be yours.

Yeah? Does it really work like that?

So I picked up a basic silver necklace and he put it on me as we both smiled a little nerviously. I guess this is what people call being collared. I have to say I am not immune to the business of being collared. I fell into subspace quite effortlessly, and he bounced back from his uncertainty. Suddenly he was all gentle but firm hands. All commands.

He ordered me to put on those black porn pumps we have just for sex. (I can not walk in them no matter what… and I’m beginning to think he likes it that way.) Then he ordered me to kneel on the bed and suck his cock. It was beautiful.

He ordered me to look into his eyes while licking and sucking, first one, then the other, as he ordered. It’s hard to keep my eyes on his. I try to evade, but it’s really powerful to feel the pull of his command. He said I have to. And then I look up again. His face is relaxing with enjoyment. He is looking at me so demandingly.

He commanded me to come on top of him after he made me deepthroat him and smeared his precum all over my face. He moved my body in a certain way atop his and commanded me to follow the movement, keep it going and keep the rhytm. This time I wasn’t punished for making mistakes with the rhythm, and I was happy for it. I came hard and quickly, and then there was only him to fulfill. I loved how he handled my ownership. Eloquently, not making a big deal out of it, very calmly, like the colonialists. Privileged, knowing his rights and just using them like he should.

I almost wished he had made a bigger deal about it. The necklace was so thin, almost unnoticeable. If he would’ve twisted it a bit, choked me with it… Oh well. He did pull me by the hair up from his chest, hard.

The orgasms that followed were kind of incredible, and we fell away from each other laughing and gasping for air. His cock had taken some hit, but it doesn’t matter, because we won’t get to see each other this week. We laughed about that too.

This is the last I get to experience slavery in a little while, because I’m leaving for a one woman road trip tomorrow. Wish me luck in the wilderness of the North. I’ll be back next week and hoping to have new amazing stories to tell. Until then, I’ll imagine the collar’s still on.