My Most Recent Experience with Sir (And My 1st Blog!)

Disclaimer: This is my first blog post so I’m SO very self conscious of it. So self conscious of it in fact, that I was too embarrassed to reread anything I had typed, so please excuse any mistakes! My lovely Dom had told me to write up this report for him and had said there was only a small chance of him making me post it, but clearly he tricked me.. He’s lucky I like him anyway. Anywayyy, I hope you all like this report, and if you don’t I hope you take it easy on me .

I hadn’t played with my Dom in over a week, so I was more then excited to get some unexpected play time with him. Even though I was free to cum the week before we played, I tried not to because it just doesn’t feel the same without him there, or at least without him guiding me through whatever tasks he comes up with when we chat over kik or line. Last nights session started out like any other one, where he commands me to strip, and I pretend I don’t hear him until I can’t get away with it any longer and finally end up sliding off my top. I always like to take my sweet, sweet time taking off my bra because it’s the only time I have a shred of control, and get to be the one that teases him for a change. I slid my arms out of the straps and unhooked the clasps and let my hot pink bra hang there, barely covering me, while I squirmed around and pretended to be coy. My Sir let me be a brat for a minute or two, until he ordered me to fully take off my bra along with the threat of making me use my Tens Unit if I didn’t comply. Once he was satisfied with his view, he ordered my to take of my panties, but I was already incredibly eager to play so I had already taken them off before our Skype call connected. I had also been told to gather some supplies before we started our call so that we could have more time to play without interruptions.

Sir had told me to grab a few ice cubes, my hitachi, my benwa balls, my glass daisy plug, pegs, and a wooden spoon. He had me start by grabbing two ice cubes and rubbing them on my nipples until they melted. That instantly made my nipples perk up, but overall it wasn’t too overwhelming. He had me grab another ice cube and do the same to my clit, which definitely did not feel as nice as my nipples! It felt far colder and even a little bit painful, but thankfully the ice melted pretty quickly. My sir then gave me a few too many compliments and made me a little embarrassed so I pulled my big comforter over my face to hide the fact that I was blushing, to which he responded by making me drop the blanket and keep my hands up over my head for a few minutes so that I can think about what he said while he enjoyed his view of my very exposed tits. While I was in my compromised position he decided to tell me about all the things I’d be doing if I were with him right then, like being a pretty little decoration on display in a corner of his room or if I was an especially good girl, I’d be on my knees in front of him instead of in a corner… as if I wasn’t already wet enough.

Once he decided I was properly teased, he decided it was time for me to insert my benwa balls and plug. The benwa balls are always so cold, they send a little chill through my entire body when I insert them, and my daisy plug usually gets a gasp out of me because I’m not used to wearing such a hard, stiff glass plug compared to my soft silicone one. At least the daisy plug is pink and cute and makes me feel pretty. After I filled myself with my toys, Sir had me press my hitachi firmly against my clit and keep it in place with my legs since he was going to make sure that my hands were kept busy. At this point I was dripping wet and filled with anticipation because I hadn’t used my hitachi since the last time we played and I love the tasks where I’m getting stimulated by multiple things at once.

Finally, now that everything was in place, it was time for me to turn on my hitachi. As soon as I turned it on my whole body convulsed and I was gripping my bed just to hold my balance. Both the ice and the fact that I had barely touched myself all week was making me so aware of every vibration, it was a miracle I didn’t cum within seconds. While I was trying to control myself, my Sir had told me to apply the pegs to my nipples, which was difficult because it felt impossible to pry my hands away from my bed with all the shuddering my body was doing. I finally was able to steady myself and clamp my nipples with the pegs, which is not one of my favorite sensations, but I love the satisfied look my Sir has on his face when he knows I don’t mind suffering a little for his pleasure. I couldn’t hold out any longer and finally came once, and then very soon afterwards a second time, thanks to Sir knowing just the right words to keep me desperate for more.

Now, earlier in the week we had talked about experimenting with humiliation, but I had totally forgotten about that until my Sir had said, “You’re my little whore, and you’ll cum for me as much as I want, won’t you? And you’ll look incredible doing it”. I was taken by surprise and my face flushed, as I was both stunned into silence by his words and the difficulty in trying to catch my breathe as I writhed on my hitachi. My Sir did not tolerate this silence, so he told me that he believed he should be hearing “Yes, I’m you’re whore sir.” immediately. He had me repeat this several times and explain to him why I’m his whore keeping me both flustered and dripping wet. Between the humiliation and the many scenarios he told me while I sat on my hitachi, I was unable to keep count of how many times I came for my Sir. He had me pull on the pegs a few times which was excruciating after having them on for almost a half an hour already, but the sleepy-eyed, turned on look he had on spurred me on to cum once more. Sir pointed out that I must really be his little whore if I could get off just on punishing myself for his pleasure. At this point, I was floating high in subspace, feeling lightheaded and barely even able to speak when my Sir decided that I would have to repeat that I was his whore when I would cum. This doesn’t seem like a hard task to complete at all, but I felt like I could barely form thoughts let alone words at this point, so he got several very breathy “I’m your whore sir” ’s in-between my many MANY moans, as he told me only dirty little girls could do such things. Finally, Sir told me I could finally turn off my hitachi after I counted down from 50.. I had only made it to about 38, when I begged him to please let me stop. Sir counted for me as I squirmed and moaned on my hitachi for those finally seconds until I was finally allowed to turn it off.

After I finally had a few minutes to breathe and drink some water in my very floaty and sub-spacey state, Sir allowed me to take off my pegs. I always forget how much more painful it is to take them off then it is to put them on. As my nipples throbbed, Sir let me rest for a few minutes as he told me what a good girl I had been before he wanted me to use my wooden spoon. Since he loves when I’m bruised, he ordered me to do 25 hits to each nipple, which was agony after have the pegs on for so long. Thankfully, since I was still so out of it, he only made me go through with half of the spanks..which I’m SO very happy for since I was completely exhausted. Then, like every dom should do, he made sure I didn’t experience any sub drop. He kept me cared for by telling me silly jokes, making sure I had plenty of water, and finally reading me to sleep, which I woke up from this morning smiling when I remembered our play session and got to replay it all over again as I laid in bed.