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Archive for October, 2012

Things and Stuff and stuff and things

Posted in Uncategorized on October 20, 2012 by

-Garnet and I had lots of awesome sex last weekend, after they beat me up.  They put dildos in my cunt, including one that lots of people have said in reviews is super girthy, to the point where it’s hard to take.  I have less of an issue with the girth than I do with the length.  My vag is kind of shallow, which I knew, but now that I have insurance it’s been confirmed by a medical professional.  My vag is shallow, but can take girth.  This is why the Randy is kind of perfect.  But it’s kind of weird to know this about myself in the same way that I know, say, I have an allergy to nickel.  Bodies are weird sometimes.

-But anyway, the sex was awesome.  They fucked me by hand with a smaller dildo, and then the larger one, and apparently I sometimes get a lot tighter when I’m close to coming because in the end they couldn’t fit the dildo and had to switch to fingers.  But it all felt amazing, and even though the one cock was kind of long for me I really liked feeling it bump and poke my insides in a really intense and slightly painful way.  After they made me come and I had a yummy deep satisfying orgasm they made me squirt.  It was really delicious.

-I feel like I have to write something for International Fisting Day, which is tomorrow.  I have not really been up to taking a fist lately, since I haven’t been masturbating.  But fisting is wonderful and intense and I love it and Garnet is super hot when they fist me and get so into it and put their head down and growl and it is just the best thing.  Fisting is awesome.  I lack the words to accurately describe the intensity and the feelings, both physical and emotional.  It is, I think, the only sex act that has really ever brought me to tears in a good way.  Yay fisting!  I may try to write more on this tomorrow…

-Therapy. I can’t remember if I’ve mentioned before here that I’m trying therapy again and it’s pretty awesome.  I like my therapist, I feel like I’m doing well.  I know it’s not a quick-fix sort of thing, but I feel like I am maybe ready to do the work and try to get things more sorted out this time.   I know I’ve thought stuff like this before, but also the last time I tried therapy I just wanted everything fixed so Roderick and I could stay together and I was really impatient.  This time I’m more like…wouldn’t it be awesome if I didn’t hate myself?  Let’s work on my developing skills to not hate myself and feel awful all the time.

-I finally bought a sex pillow.  Up until last weekend I had mostly used it to lean on for back support while on my computer in my bed.  While it is awesome for that, last weekend Garnet decided we needed to use it for buttsex.  Which is, y’know, what I bought it for.  It was a much steeper incline than I think I’d realized before I got my hips on it, and it made it hard to put my legs anywhere but up in the air, but it helped with angles.  I only was really able to take a finger in my ass, but again, it felt awesome.  I did that thing where I dirty talk a lot and say how good it feels and how much I love being fucked in the ass (which is, y’know, a lot).  Garnet grinned at me and said that they love fucking my tight ass.  I wriggled around and said very submissive things and then, again, had a yummy satisfying orgasm.  It was the sort of orgasm that feels all fizzy and effervescent all through my legs, which doesn’t happen that often.  Even if it’s not as intense as some of the other orgasms I have, it just feels good and relaxing.  Sometimes good and relaxing can be as nice as intense.

-We also had a lot of fun cuddling in bed and telling each other dirty stories and fantasies.  Apparently Garnet thinks I’m really funny and cute when I’m sleepy, and they told me their plans for when we have a big fancy Victorian house and I’m their maid.  Garnet has really interesting ideas about what a maid’s duties should include.

Posted in Uncategorized on October 19, 2012 by

I think my pain tolerance is improving?

I think.

Pain tolerance is affected by lots of factors, and a big one for me (and I think maybe lots of people?) is hormones.  So it’s hard to compare all the times when Garnet and I have played the week before my period and I could barely take anything to playing once the week after my period while I’m on hormonal birth control and say that my pain tolerance is definitely improving.

But anyway…we went to a party.  I haven’t been to a party since January, and neither of us had been to this particular party at this particular venue in over a year.  It was fun to go out together, even if the crowd had completely changed and we only knew a handful of people there.

It took us a little while to find a good spot to play, but when we did Garnet put needles in my tits.  Four in each side, and only some of them hurt.  I mostly managed to stay still and take it, and I really liked the way it felt when they ran their fingers over them.  Apparently it still bothers me to actually see the needles, though I kind of like the way they feel.  I kept looking down and then feeling weird and having to look at the ceiling.  After playing with them a little, they took them out.  The final one on each side they pulled out “the mean way,” twisting the needle instead of just slipping it right out.  They’ve never done that to me before, and it hurt more than the other way, but not unbearably so.

Since I was already topless, they put my prettiest nipple clamps, the ones with the fancy chain they made that match my collar, and we walked around for a little bit, seeing what else was going on and who was there.  After a few minutes, they paused and asked if I had a condom.  I pulled two out of my bag, and they produced their remote control vibrator from theirs.  I stepped into the bathroom and put it in place, and we walked around a little more, with them occasionally poking the button on the remote to change up the vibration.  We sat for a few minutes and they played with the clamps on my nipples, twisted and pulling and pinching until I couldn’t take any more and had to have the clamps taken off.

We ended up in one of the larger rooms of the venue, watching our friend Tails do a super hot bootblacking scene.  Watching the scene, being there with Garnet, and basically sitting on a very strong vibrator started to have an effect on me.  Garnet could tell.  ”You’d better tell me if you’re going to come,” they said.  I nodded and whimpered.  As close as I got, I didn’t quite get there.

I was still sort of half-watching Tails do her thing when Garnet grabbed me and pulled me over to the side of the room.  They bent me over into a position they liked and started caning my ass.  Hard.  They alternated working with the cane and their evil, evil thick wooden stick thing (imagine, like, halfway between a cane and a paddle), occasionally using their hand as well.  It hurt.  I had a really, really difficult time holding the position they’d put me in.  I kept trying to stand up and get away.  They scolded me and bent me back over, planting their elbow in the middle of my back to keep me in position.  I kind of hate that I wasn’t able to keep it on my own.

It was a rough beating.  I could tell at the time that it was a little more intense than usual, but it didn’t seem…like…more intense than anything I’d ever had before.  The weird thing is that I barely cried out at all.  Usually I’m loud when they hurt me, but while I did cry out a few times I was mostly quiet.  It hurt, and when I just couldn’t hold position at all or take any more I called out red.

When we got on the train later, it hurt to sit down.  When we got home, we found bruises and welts on my ass.  The next day, I was still sore and the bruises had darkened to a lovely shade of aubergine.  We both kind of couldn’t believe them.  I’d seen pictures of bruises like that before, but I was always so sure that it took some sort of unimaginably intense beating to produce them.  But, while certainly a little more intense than I’m used to, this particular beating was certainly not the most intense thing I could ever imagine.

So I think my pain tolerance is improving.

Now I need to work on holding position…