Master's bliss

Master's bliss
2006-03-15 18:10:30 (UTC)

Night of nights

Dearest Master,

this slave does not have much time to write, since she has
to work tonight. she just wanted to write a quick Thank You
and give a few details of last night. It was incredible,
and once again, this slave's limits were tested and raised.
However, as You stated when all was said and done, this
slave has come no where near the full extent of her limits
or desires.

this slave complied with Your orders of the previous
evening, and took time to give herself a deep, internal
cleansing. she had strictly limited her intake yesterday,
so she knew the clean out would be fairly easy. she was
right. One 2 qt bag was sufficient to thoroughly cleanse
this slave's anus, and she was ready to receive whatever
anal gifts You had to offer her.

As it turned out, You inserted this slave's favorite butt
plug into her anus, after she knelt on her knees in front of
You and begged for it. After reading another entry in the
"Spanked creative wife" blog, You told this slave to get up
and hand You the flogger. this slave did as she was told,
and offered the flogger to You with both hands.

"good girl," You said with a twinkle and smile in Your eyes.
"hands behind your head!"

this slave complied, knowing full well that her breasts were
about to take the brunt of the hundres of thin rubber
strands from her favorite disciplinary device. this slave
closed her eyes, so as not to take a stray strand in the
eye, but also so she would not know when the blows were
coming. she did not wait long. The strikes came quickly
and easily at first. They became increasingly stronger, but
never became unbearable. The beating to this slave's
breasts was quite enjoyable. Abruptly, You stopped.

"turn around and assume the position!"

this slave turned 180 degrees and kneeled with her legs
spread and her hands and head on the bed. You began this
whipping much the same as the breast whipping; quick and
light. As the blows increased in intensity, they lessened
in the speed. You struck hard on this slave's bottom,
causing lots of stinging, but not much pain. this slave
just relaxed, for the most part, and enjoyed the attention
being paid to her ever rosier butt. Then the blows grew
stronger. What was this? this slave was actually starting
to feel some pain from that evil rubber whip. Then You
stopped, commanding this slave to rise and turn around. she
fell into Your arms, and W/we held E/each O/other close,
enjoying the feel of E/each O/other's bodies.

You finally dropped Your embrace and instructed this slave
to back away from You, and get the rods. she did as
commanded, handing You both the 3/4" rod and the 1/4" rod.
The larger rod is strong and unbending, causing pain that
goes deep into the tissue of this slave's body, however, the
thinner rod is much more devious. It is flexible and whip
like in its delivery, burning the surface of her skin with
each well placed blow. this slave has a love-hate
relationship with both of these little devils.

"Close your eyes and put your hands behind your head."

"Crap," thought this slave. "He's going to whip my breasts
with the rods." Another love-hate thing. How wrong this
slave was. You took the two rods, put the larger one on the
bottom her her nipples, and the smaller one on top. Then,
You pushed the two rods together, squeezing down hard on
this slave's poor nipples. this slave cried out and
squealed as loud as she dared, what with the kids just right
upstairs. Tears filled her eyes, and her mind cried out for
the torture to stop. You did stop, not because of this
slave's reactions, but because that is what You chose to do
at the time. OUCH!

Next, You told this slave to assume the position once again,
which she did. First, it was the thick rod, several well
placed strokes on her already pink butt. she could not
count the number of strokes, as her mind was beginning to
reel with the sensations of what was happening to her butt.
Then, You picked up that nasty little thin rod, and used it
on this slave's butt with no mercy. this slave, once again,
controlled her pain instincts as much as she could, but the
cries and moans escaped her lips, letting You know she was
feeling the pain. The abuse her nipples had just taken,
followed by this beating caused the tears to form and the
sobs to begin. this slave began to cry. this was a first,
as up to this time, this slave only cried when she was being
punished. These beatings had nothing to do with punishment,
and this slave knew this. These strokes were pure
recreation, and W/we were B/both loving it.

After that beating, You held this slave close and told her
that she would be cumming this night, but that she better
not fake it or the beating she received would make the last
one pale in comparison. Fake it? Yeah right.

You then made this slave get up on the bed, stand on it and
stroke her clit, trying to make herself cum. Cum? In this
position? this slave didn't think she could have it in her.
The bed, in this position, was shaky and unstable. If she
came, she would certainly go weak in the knees and fall
down. she continued to stroke, but felt sure that she would
never make it. Then, mercifully, You told her to stop and
get down. she got off the bed, and You told her to get the
purple vibrator. she did as she was told, and You told her
to sit back on the bed and spread her legs. she complied
again, and You told her to keep the vibe turned off, but to
play with her clit using only it. Doing as she was
commanded, she wondered if this was how You wanted her to
cum. The vibe felt smooth and nice, but if she was able to
obtain an orgasm in this fashion, it would not be as intense
as the one she would receive from her fingers. You broke
into her thoughts once again, and told her to stop.

Time for a repeat beating with both the rods and the whip.
That nasty little rubber flogger was actually causing pain
to this horny little slave. Sweet, sexy, delicious,
mind-blowing pain. Then the rods. They are pure evil,
causing this slave to dance, moan and cry out. Could this
slave take much more. Yes, she knew she could, but not
without screaming and crying and begging for mercy. That
was out of the question. The children were upstairs and did
not need to hear their mother scream and cry in pain. What
would they think? You stopped and held this slave close.
More? Yes, please give this slave more. You did. Then You
held her close once more. Ready for bed? Yes. Wrong.
More beating. More dancing. More crying and whining. Then
merciful relief. this slave's butt was on fire, and she
could feel each welt rising on her poor cheeks.

You took Your slave to bed. she snuggled against You,
feeling Your body, feeling the sheets rough against her
abused bottom. she savored that feeling enjoying the new
pain each time she shifted her body. You laid her back,
letting her lube up her vagina and clit, preparing the
masturbate herself to an orgasm. she stroked her clit,
enjoying the feeling of lying back on a bruised and battered
bottom, while You pinched and pulled at her nipples. Much
to this slave's delight and surprise, You told her that for
a special treat tonight, You would let her cum while Your
sat on her face, allowing her to lick Your anus. Oh my
goodness!!! You moved Your body, planting Your bottom right
on this slave's face, placing the crack of Your butt
directly on her lips. she began to lick the length of Your
bottom, savoring the taste and enjoying the picture in her
mind. You came quickly, before this slave could, but with
her left hand, she held You on top of her, while pushing her
tongue deep into Your anus. Then she reached her own
climax, shuddering to orgasm, never wanting it to end. It
finally did, and she released her death grip on You.

Wow!!! What an awesome night. What a tingling she still
feels in her bottom. More. this slave wants more. The
kids need a night away from Dad and mom. this slave needs
tight, unforgiveable bondage, and the pleasure of
unrestricted discipline from the Master who loves her. You
need the same. The stress in O/our lives has driven U/us
long enough. W/we need release and satisfaction that only
unbridled, unrestrained domestic discipline will offer.

God, this slave misses You.

Till tonight, Sweet Master. Discipline just before work.
this slave's mouth is watering and her bottom is eager for more.

this slave's love is Yours.

Your loving, loyal, and devoted slave-pet,

bliss




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