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So as part of my birthday celebration, Master and I went to see a midnight showing of that new Angelina Jolie movie “Wanted”. We always go to the latest possible showing of movies because usually that means there’s less chance that the theater will be filled with loud teenagers and people who think it’s perfectly okay to bring crying sleepy 2 year olds to movies with loud crashes, bangs, and angry swearing.
So anyway, the movie starts and it is HOT. Gunfire, plots, incredible stunts, buckets and buckets of hot hot ass. I was wet by the second act and had my hand in Master’s pants shortly after. By the final act, his cock was well teased and my wick was well lit. We waited until we were the last two people in the theater and as we were leaving, Master pushed me up against the wall kissed me hard and twisted my nipple so hard I thought I would scream.
The ride home was a sexy one. He made me take off my jeans when we got into the car and i wasn’t allowed to be modest and cover my lap with a blanket. I sucked his cock and fondled my clit for the 8 minute drive back to the house. He made me walk to the door, pants in my hand and once we got inside, it was straight to the bedroom for me.
Without a word, Master pushed me down on my bed and tied my wrists to my ankles. He started spanking my cunt hard with a leather strap. No warm up tonight, just straight to the pussy torture. Each stripe of the strap felt like it was cutting into my flesh. I couldn’t cover it. He clamped those painted way too pinchy clothes pins I stupidly bought from kaya on my nipples and my clit and labia. As soon as my nipples would start to get a little used to the pain, he’d flick the clothes pins, open and close them, twist them or pinch the heads harder shut with his fingers. He ignored the ones on my clit and labia but they were doing a fine job without his assistance. The whole time he was doing this, he was applying direct clitoral stimulation with the ears of my bunny vibe while the shaft of the thing was driven deep inside me. He was fucking me hard with that thing and the sensation went from the ‘Ow.. ow.. ow. ow. ow.” of the clips to the “Oh.. Oh .. Oh Oh Oh….” of the vibe. That sensory confusion thing gets me every time. I don’t know which end is up. I don’t know if I’m in pleasure or pain. It’s both and I’m present for it all. (Subspace? What’s that?) It’s delicious.. it’s torture. It’s the way he tells me he loves me. 
When Master ties me up, he looks at me like I’m some sort of lab animal. It’s this gleam in his eye that does it. It’s like he’s wondering what he should do next and sizing up what I could handle, how far he could push me, and what I deserve. Well, evidently, that night, I deserved pain.
Master took all the clothes pins off and took away my lovely vibe… He bound my breasts and crotch with rope, then he slipped the tack bra and panty inserts under the ropes so they’d be held in place. That was enough to start me to complainin’ so he stuck his boxer briefs in my mouth as a gag and threw a pillow over my face. The choice then became “breathing and not getting light headed OR screaming and protesting for a short time and possibly blacking out” I chose to breathe. With the tack inserts firmly in place, Master picked up his favorite flogger and went to work on my cunt and my breasts. As the first few blows from the flogger rained down I felt the needle points of the tacks start to press into my skin and some of them start to embed themselves in the tender flesh. The pain actually dissipates once the tacks are embedded, but Master knows that, so he carefully pulled the tack inserts off and laid them back under the ropes so they could penetrate again. (Ain’t He sweet?).
After what seemed like forever, but was really only a few minutes, He pulled the inserts carefully off, then got down on my level and examined my ass. He slapped it, spanked it, and then I felt his finger drive right into my asshole with no preparation and right after that his cock followed the same path and he fucked me hard while grabbing, pinching, and slapping my sore pin pricked breasts. I think I started climaxing as soon as he entered me or shortly after but either way, I rode a wave of orgasms that I couldn’t even number if I tried. Master filled my ass with his cum, kissed my eyelids and my lips and cuddled me for a moment before we both went off to shower together. He rubbed neosporin on my poor assaulted boobs and allowed me to get dressed.
I recovered quickly, as did he. I made some after play snacks for us both and we went into the living room and fired up Cabal Online and killed creatures together and talked until 6 AM. That’s what we call “Aftercare” in our house, you see. Snacks, Chats, and video games…
Kinky and Geeky… that’s why we’re perfect together.
The weekend was blissful. It was fantastic. We were both a lot more comfortable being together than we have been in a long time. I felt some freedom in my submission rather than the choking feeling I’ve had of late. He felt more natural in his dominance of me and was able to express himself more fluidly. And by “express” I mean “beat me mercilessly” and by “Fluidly” I mean “he came on my face three times and made me wear it.” Less of a fluid and more of a slimy congealed substance, but you get my meaning.
It feels good to be back on track. I wish I remembered the details explicitly. I should have written it down right away, but my new fucking and beating memories were so quickly replaced with newer fucking and beating memories that it all has sort of mixed together. All I have to remember it all by are the bruises, the scabs, and the soreness of my ass when I sit down on anything but a soft soft pillow.
I will say that walking around a grocery store in a Tack Bra and an Anal plug is an experience I will not soon forget. By the time we got back to the car, I was so hot for Master that I pretty much attacked him and gave him a front seat broad daylight hand job and he finger fucked me all the way home while he was driving. I had my feet on the dash and didn’t even try to mask what I was feeling. It was a brilliant explosion of passion that continued when we got home. Barely in the front door and my clothes were stripped off, we ran to the bedroom and Master pushed me down on the mattress on the floor, (dirty sluts don’t get fucked on the bed…) threw my legs up, ripped that anal plug out and replaced it with his cock so quickly that I all I remember was him falling upon me. He ripped into my already tuckered and puckered ass and after we both climaxed, I got him hard again by cleaning his nasty cock with my mouth. Of course that lead to more fucking, yes, in the ass again but this time less forcefully, but the whole time he was fucking my ass he was slapping my tits as hard as I could handle and that was bliss. I went into subspace for sure. He didn’t try to keep me out. And we eventually fell into a sweaty happy heap.
We took a shower together and I don’t know if it was the soap or the rubbing one another down that did it but pretty soonI was bent over, gripping the side shower rails while Master fucked my pussy with the water raining down on us both. Water is not a lubricant, as we all probably well know. The slick texture of my pussy was replaced by clean wet resistance. The water was impeding Master’s stroke but he didn’t let it stop him. And I’m glad he didn’t because it was intense. He spanked my ass as hard as I could manage to take without slipping and when he came, he came across my back. We finally got out of the shower. I made the Pioneer woman steak sandwiches for us both and talked and ate for a long while and then snuggled into bed.
Sunday was quite the same as Saturday except the majority of the cumming was on my face and chest and into my open mouth. The sex was beautiful and rough. The bruises and marks left behind are both wanted and cherished and I feel quite owned and quite happy in my slavery once again.
Sometimes all you need is a shot in the arm, I guess.
Well, new protocol is now in place. To commemorate the occasion, I got a sparkly rhinestone collar and shockingly, it’s not PINK. I know, I’m shocked, too. It’s black. It’s really kind of classy. I’m evidently a classy kind of pet. It’s pretty y’all. I’ll take a photo.
Let’s see. Well, how do you make a dependent slave more independent without removing her desire for service.
On top of that MORE kinky sex. MORE open dialog. MORE poly dating. MORE activity in the local Scene.
MORE MORE MORE.
Oh, and forbidden to me now is the color BROWN. I wear brown every day. I wear drab colors like brown and olive and things that blend.. oatmeal colored clothing? I has it. I’m getting new clothes… they will have actual colors that aren’t made by blending all the other colors together. No more fading into the woodwork. Vibrant clothing. INTERESTING clothing and eye catching jewelry (which I’ll make) which serve as conversation pieces so that they will.. well, INSPIRE CONVERSATIONS.
Wow.
It’s a brand new day in the house of Wolf.
*oh, and I got a kitty food bowl with my name on it for lapping up cum flavored milk cream (That’s cream that he cums in), and damn it kaya, he read your blog and is “intrigued” by the notion of cumming on my food so, I’ll be joining you in the “special mayonnaise” club.
But that’s a story for another day.