Two factors met to create a perfect storm in my bedroom this week. The first factor was the flood of hormones that usually come with the onset of my period. I'm not sure if it's the solely the hormones, or the psychological effect that I won't be "getting any" for a week, but I'm incredibly horny right before I start my period. REALLY horny.
The second factor in the storm was an element that Sir has started to add more and more to our play. As I've written before, Sir has taken to making me beg for an orgasm. Sir really really really likes to hear me beg. I don't know exactly what it is, but begging just puts my juices in overdrive. I get in a type of heightened craze. A REALLY heightened craze.
This week we had been playing for just a short while when Sir got serious. Beg. Beg for a cum. I never hesitate. I begin to beg. In earnest. I beg. Sir makes me beg more. And more. I think it's the longest Sir has ever made me beg. I am on Jupiter.
A REALLY heightened horny craze.
The hormones and the begging are like lighting a fuse to a keg of explosives. I lasted through one orgasm. Sir, as is his habit, asks how I feel.
Like mush, Sir. I feel like mush. My legs were shaky and I could barely move. I feel like mush.
Saturday, September 17, 2011
Saturday, September 10, 2011
Melting Away
You might have thought I would have written a post with this title when experiencing a streak of triple digit heat where I live. Although at times I felt I was melting from that heat, the melting that I experienced this morning in service to Sir is much more blog worthy.
This morning's melt was not necessarily the result of heat. Rather, it was a melting into Sir's hands. Melting into his control. The melting away of tension. Maybe of resistance. Maybe areas of control. I gave myself to Sir's instruction. Let everything else just fade away.
In the midst of play, Sir always asks me how I feel. Sometimes I struggle to find the right words. I have levels of "floatiness." Those descriptions are more about, for lack of a better description, my physical reactions to our play. Sometimes I am more aware of my emotional state. I'm aware of my pleasure in serving Sir. I enjoy pleasing him. Serving him. Making him happy.
This morning as we played it just seemed none of the terms I've used to describe how I feel were adequate -- or exact enough.
As Sir took me this morning I felt myself open more to him. Both literally and figuratively. I felt I wanted to be totally available. My mind and body were totally free of everything except serving Sir. I felt a release in my body and a relaxing. Felt it all just melting away -- down my spine and out of my body. Right into Sir's capable hands.
This morning's melt was not necessarily the result of heat. Rather, it was a melting into Sir's hands. Melting into his control. The melting away of tension. Maybe of resistance. Maybe areas of control. I gave myself to Sir's instruction. Let everything else just fade away.
In the midst of play, Sir always asks me how I feel. Sometimes I struggle to find the right words. I have levels of "floatiness." Those descriptions are more about, for lack of a better description, my physical reactions to our play. Sometimes I am more aware of my emotional state. I'm aware of my pleasure in serving Sir. I enjoy pleasing him. Serving him. Making him happy.
This morning as we played it just seemed none of the terms I've used to describe how I feel were adequate -- or exact enough.
As Sir took me this morning I felt myself open more to him. Both literally and figuratively. I felt I wanted to be totally available. My mind and body were totally free of everything except serving Sir. I felt a release in my body and a relaxing. Felt it all just melting away -- down my spine and out of my body. Right into Sir's capable hands.
Wednesday, September 7, 2011
Sir is a Storyteller
Before I get a spanking for insinuating that Sir tells fibs, I should clarify that Sir really does tell me stories. Some days Sir's schedule allows us to chat during my lunch break. Often during those breaks Sir tells me a fantasy scene. As Sir is telling this story, he has instructed me to spread my legs and rub myself over my slacks. (I'm behind my desk and the office door is closed so there is no unintended public exposure.)
Sir tells very good stories. I definitely get all wrapped up in them. A few days ago, the story involved a time when Sir had told me I was not allowed to speak. Now, usually when Sir tells me stories I respond with how I am really reacting to it. This time, since I wasn't allowed to speak in the story, I didn't speak in real time either. However, as the story progressed, Sir kept teasing me and revving me up and bringing me to an edge of an orgasm and then would deny it. Well, naturally I responded how I would if that were to really happen in real life. ALOT of frustration!!! I was actually sitting at my desk wanting release. I was also on the verge of pleading, "please let me cum, Sir." Sir's story was one step ahead of me, however, and he said "even though you know you are going to me punished for speaking, you can't help it, you break your silence and beg for a cum." Whew. Fantasy me and Real me, were both VERY relieved to have the release!!! Sir knows me so well....
And this particular story, Sir wrapped up with the cutest ending: "And that is how you got your name, poured out, because the cums just pour out of you.
Sir tells very good stories. I definitely get all wrapped up in them. A few days ago, the story involved a time when Sir had told me I was not allowed to speak. Now, usually when Sir tells me stories I respond with how I am really reacting to it. This time, since I wasn't allowed to speak in the story, I didn't speak in real time either. However, as the story progressed, Sir kept teasing me and revving me up and bringing me to an edge of an orgasm and then would deny it. Well, naturally I responded how I would if that were to really happen in real life. ALOT of frustration!!! I was actually sitting at my desk wanting release. I was also on the verge of pleading, "please let me cum, Sir." Sir's story was one step ahead of me, however, and he said "even though you know you are going to me punished for speaking, you can't help it, you break your silence and beg for a cum." Whew. Fantasy me and Real me, were both VERY relieved to have the release!!! Sir knows me so well....
And this particular story, Sir wrapped up with the cutest ending: "And that is how you got your name, poured out, because the cums just pour out of you.
Monday, September 5, 2011
MMMMCMXCV
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What is this Feeling? - Revisited
Writing helps me process. When I was standing at the brink of beginning this journey I wrote a post to help me process how I felt about taking that first step in really experiencing this lifestyle. So, here I am again processing these feelings. What is this I'm feeling?
What is this feeling when I wake up in the morning and my first thought is how I will email Sir and let him know how much I want to serve, submit to and obey him.
What is this feeling when Sir puts me to bed and I know his is the last voice I will hear for the night?
What is this feeling when Sir calls me good girl or tells me I've pleased him?
What is this feeling when I hear that distinct notification on my phone letting me know Sir has sent me a message?
What is this feeling when Sir is away and I achingly wait for any type of connection with him?
What is this feeling when Sir puts me on my knees and has me serve him?
What is this feeling when I feel a certain soreness in my body and a smiles emerges on my face as I realize it is a mark Sir has left on me?
What is this feeling when Sir has totally spent me, taken all he can from me, but then tenderly cuddles me and puts me to bed?
What are these feelings?
What is this feeling when I wake up in the morning and my first thought is how I will email Sir and let him know how much I want to serve, submit to and obey him.
What is this feeling when Sir puts me to bed and I know his is the last voice I will hear for the night?
What is this feeling when Sir calls me good girl or tells me I've pleased him?
What is this feeling when I hear that distinct notification on my phone letting me know Sir has sent me a message?
What is this feeling when Sir is away and I achingly wait for any type of connection with him?
What is this feeling when Sir puts me on my knees and has me serve him?
What is this feeling when I feel a certain soreness in my body and a smiles emerges on my face as I realize it is a mark Sir has left on me?
What is this feeling when Sir has totally spent me, taken all he can from me, but then tenderly cuddles me and puts me to bed?
What are these feelings?
Music Monday
Bush - Come Down
love and hate get it wrong
she cut me right back down to size
sleep the day let it fade
who was there to take your place
no one knows never will
mostly me but mostly you
what do you say do you do
when it all comes down
cause i don't want to come back down from this cloud
it's taken me all this time to find out what i need yeah
i don't want to come back down from this cloud
it's taken me all this all this time
there is no blame only shame
when you beg you just complain
the more i come the more i try
all police are paranoid
so am i so's the future
so are you be a creature
what do you say do you do
when it all comes down
cause i don't want to come back down from this cloud
it's taken me all this time to find out what i need yeah yeah yeah
i don't want to come back down from this cloud
it's taken me all this all this time
shoot up, shoot up, shoot up you're high
love and hate get it wrong
she cut me right down to size
sleep the day let it fade
who was there to take your place
no one knows never will
mostly me but mostly you
what do you say do ya do
when it all comes down
cause i don't want to come back down from this cloud
it's taken me all this time to find out what i need yeah yeah yeah
i don't want to come back down from this cloud
it's taken me all this all this time
why did you (9x)
comedown
i don't want to come back down from this cloud
this cloud (8x)
"BUSH - COMEDOWN LYRICS." Lyrics007. Web. 9 July 2011. <http://www.lyrics007.com/Bush%20Lyrics/Comedown%20Lyrics.html>.
Friday, September 2, 2011
Niagara Falls
I love Niagara Falls. They are simply beautiful. However, I'm not referring to the waterfalls of the Niagara River. No, I'm referring to another voluminous and powerful force of nature.
The "falls" I refer to are the ones that flow in my bed when Sir takes me to other places of rapturous delight. And, like the waterfalls of the Niagara River, these falls mark a boundary. A boundary between being here and being someplace else.
Squirting during an orgasm isn't a new thing to me. I've always been a bit of a squirter. Squirtish. What is new to me is the voluminous amounts and, of course, the number of times I orgasm. The upward trend started with Sir. The number and intensity of my orgasms have skyrocketed with Sir. I have already had to start spreading towels (and plastic under the towels) or else my bed and linens would be thoroughly soaked. The change in my orgasms has been so pronounced that I started doing some research. There was just sooooo much liquid. I thought I was peeing. I thought that couldn't possibly be an orgasm.
The last two weeks Sir's effect on me has ratcheted up even more. I've had two orgasms in particular that just shocked me.
One particular night, Sir decided to make me beg him to cum. I don't have any problem begging Sir, so I immediately begged to cum for Sir. Sir made me beg more. There was a pretty extended time of begging and telling Sir how much I wanted/needed to cum for him. Maybe something about the extended time flipped a switch in me because when Sir finally let me cum it was EPIC. I actually froze at first because I thought something was wrong. I didn't know what was happening. It was that different. That voluminous. When I realized what was happening, I was immediately "someplace else." Sir had sent me to orbit. This EPIC orgasm has happened one other time since the first occurrence with the same mental effect on me. I am immediately "someplace else." I seem unable to function afterward. Maybe I'm just wanting to float on the waves of rapture, but Sir has a time of it getting me to respond!!!
Sir is so good to me. He knows his good girl is a bit of tree-hugging, nature loving hippie so he has started sending me to Niagara Falls quite often.
BTW, do any of you relate to this?
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| I just had to choose the image with the fireworks!! ;-) |
The "falls" I refer to are the ones that flow in my bed when Sir takes me to other places of rapturous delight. And, like the waterfalls of the Niagara River, these falls mark a boundary. A boundary between being here and being someplace else.
Squirting during an orgasm isn't a new thing to me. I've always been a bit of a squirter. Squirtish. What is new to me is the voluminous amounts and, of course, the number of times I orgasm. The upward trend started with Sir. The number and intensity of my orgasms have skyrocketed with Sir. I have already had to start spreading towels (and plastic under the towels) or else my bed and linens would be thoroughly soaked. The change in my orgasms has been so pronounced that I started doing some research. There was just sooooo much liquid. I thought I was peeing. I thought that couldn't possibly be an orgasm.
The last two weeks Sir's effect on me has ratcheted up even more. I've had two orgasms in particular that just shocked me.
One particular night, Sir decided to make me beg him to cum. I don't have any problem begging Sir, so I immediately begged to cum for Sir. Sir made me beg more. There was a pretty extended time of begging and telling Sir how much I wanted/needed to cum for him. Maybe something about the extended time flipped a switch in me because when Sir finally let me cum it was EPIC. I actually froze at first because I thought something was wrong. I didn't know what was happening. It was that different. That voluminous. When I realized what was happening, I was immediately "someplace else." Sir had sent me to orbit. This EPIC orgasm has happened one other time since the first occurrence with the same mental effect on me. I am immediately "someplace else." I seem unable to function afterward. Maybe I'm just wanting to float on the waves of rapture, but Sir has a time of it getting me to respond!!!
Sir is so good to me. He knows his good girl is a bit of tree-hugging, nature loving hippie so he has started sending me to Niagara Falls quite often.
BTW, do any of you relate to this?
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