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A blog post about how I want to blog more…

Posted in Uncategorized on March 31, 2013 by

So I would really like to blog more.

We’re coming off the busy season at work, and I’ve managed to switch around my schedule so that I actually have two consecutive days off every week.  Hopefully this means I’ll be able to see Garnet more often, which means more blogging anyway…but I would also like to balance out the sex posts that I am required to write with other stuff, too.

…stuff like book reviews.  I’ve been doing a air amount of reading and research, and I feel like it would be really useful for me to actually organize my thoughts and feelings about those books here, where I can pull them up again for easy reference, even if I don’t write actual reviews.

I’d also like to do more with blog prompts (like some of the ones that Submissive Guide posts here) and maybe even another 30 day challenge.

Basically, what I’m saying is that I want to write more, and reflect more.  Work is settling down, my depression is actually pretty under control (yay!), and I feel like I’m actually making progress in my training and submission.  I have more time and more energy, and writing helps sort out my thoughts.  And, of course, I’m trying to be a good girl and take some initiative and work and focus.  And maybe brag about/chart my progress just a little.

Hopefully this will be at least somewhat interesting to read.  Though I mostly want to work on this for myself (and for Garnet) I do hope I can be at least somewhat entertaining as well.

Re-branding, Steak, and a Blowjob

Posted in Uncategorized on March 23, 2013 by

I wrote before about the first time Garnet branded me.  Like I said in that post, a microbrand is temporary, and my scar had faded a lot since the first branding.  So while we were lounging around watching “Game of Thrones,” I asked “Didn’t you want to re-do my brand?”  They asked if I wanted to do it before or after dinner, and I chose before.

I took off my nightgown and they positioned me the way they wanted.  I got out a bandanna to bite down on in case I needed it.  They used different tools this time–a creme brulee torch and little metal embossing tools.  It was a bit easier than the first time.  I didn’t cry nearly as much.  It was still tough to get through at times, though.  What I really hate is how my legs kick out involuntarily when the burns start to get really overwhelming, and if I try to hold still the muscles still try to kick and they get sore.  The best part, that I love the most, is when Garnet puts their hand over the fresh burns and it soothes me and hurts in the most lovely, blissful way, and the bad pain is gone and I feel so good.  I do love hurting for them, even though I’m not very good at it most of the time.

When I’d had a chance to rest and recuperate, we got ready for dinner.  Garnet gave me a list of dresses to choose from, and I decided to wear one in black and red, their favorite colors.  Wearing their colors is one of the many silly little things I like because it makes me feel owned by them.  We set out for the restaurant, and…the food was just so good.  I had chicken, they had steak, and we both had incredible desserts.  So.  Delicious.  I think I maybe did an okay job finding a restaurant, which is kind of exciting, because I’ve seriously never been the person who finds the restaurant and makes the reservations and stuff.

We got home, and my mind at least immediately turned to sex.  Garnet asked which cock I’d prefer, and I chose the rainbow one.  They strapped it on and stood beside the bed.  I basically crawled to them and began licking and sucking.  We took turns, alternating between me eagerly and enthusiastically sucking and them grabbing my hair a fucking my face.  Unfortunately, the position started hurting my neck after a little bit, so they laid down and I knelt over them.

I really, really like sucking cock.  It’s seriously one of my favorite things.  I licked and sucked and took their cock down my throat.  ”I can feel it push into your throat,” they said at one point, and I think maybe said something about it being hot, which made me want to do it as much as possible, slipping and popping the head of their cock over the back of my mouth, into the very edge of my throat over and over.  They held my hair a thrust into my mouth, fucking me deeply and deliciously.  I got so into it, into a really yummy submissive slutty headspace, where I basically just wanted to suck their cock forever, and/or do basically anything they said.

Eventually, when I pulled back for a second, they told me that if I kept going like that they wouldn’t be able to fuck me.  So of course very quickly after that, I was in their lap, straddling them, riding their cock for all I was worth.  It felt so good, them pushing up into my cunt, filling me up, pushing my hips back so that the head of their dick popped over my gspot.  They pulled my tits out of the neck of my dress, pinching and pulling my nipples to get me to move the way they wanted.  I still felt all pliable and abandoned to whatever they wanted…and then they did something different.  They grabbed my wrists and pulled them down as they thrust up into me, pulling me down onto them, fucking me hard and fast while my head flopped back all doll-like.  I’m not sure I can articulate how thrilling it was to feel so much like their little fuck toy.

They offered me a vibrator and I grabbed one, wanting to come on their cock.  I kept getting close and then losing it, so they suggested switching to manual.  We flipped, so I was lying on my back under them and they pushed their fingers into me, working my gspot hard and fast while I kept up with the vibe.  At some point I asked if they would try to fill me up, to see how many fingers I could take (the comfortable limit was four, and while I couldn’t really take five, it was definitely fun trying to find out).  At another point, I asked if I could switch to the Hitachi.  They pushed on my gspot, pushing their fingers into me fast and hard, occasionally pulling out and lightly slapping my cunt.  In the middle of all this, they reached for one of their squid floggers and I made a mistake…

“Nooo!” I squealed upon seeing the squid, completely without thinking.

“Did you just say no?” they asked.  I can’t remember what happened to the vibrators, but they smacked my cunt with the squid as soon as they were out of the way.  They had me count out ten strokes, hard strokes right on my bits and the mound above them.  And then they re-did the tenth because the first time it didn’t land correctly.  It was hard, but I took it.  The most intense beating I’ve taken on my cunt before.  And I learned my lesson to watch what I say.*

Soon after that, with their fingers and the Hitachi, I came hard.  And they pressed the Hitachi harder against me and pulled out their fingers and I squirted and squirted until I couldn’t take anymore (thank goodness we’d put down the Fascinator) and then I’m not completely sure what happened.  I think I laid there for a while twitching, recovering.  I love how lost and completely abandoned to the sex I was that night.  It was so good.

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*It is worth noting here that crying out “Noooo!” at the appearance of a particular toy is different from safewording.  I totally could have safeworded at any time, and that would obviously be fine.  But yelling “noo” when I’m supposed to be submitting to whatever they want isn’t safewording, and now I have learned very thoroughly that it’s unacceptable.

Part one of a several-day celebration…

Posted in Uncategorized on March 21, 2013 by

Because of my job, it’s basically impossible for me to celebrate Valentine’s Day on the actual day of.  This year on V-day, I went to the dentist, worked a full shift, came home and promptly got really sick then fell asleep.  So Garnet and I celebrated last weekend instead.

They came out on Thursday night, and I was terribly excited to see them.  We hadn’t seen each other in over a month (stupid work), so I was feeling a little desperate.  We had dinner, and then, because I couldn’t wait any longer, I gave them their gifts.  I was really proud of/excited about what I’d found for them, including the most perfect card and, best of all, a tentacle dildo from Bad Dragon.  They seemed to be delighted.

Then we went out to unload their stuff from the car, including several bags and a large, mysterious box with something fragile inside it.  Once we wrangled everything inside, they sent me into the bedroom while they set things up.  When they called me out, there was a beautiful set of china set up on a silver tray in the living room.  They showed me the marks on the bottom of one piece, and it was Spode.  We both exclaimed over it a bit (“It’s fucking Spode!”) and then they showed me the date mark, which as far as either of us can figure means that the set dates to the 1910s.  I very nearly cried, and I hugged them, and thanked them over and over and said I hoped I would be worthy of such a wonderful gift.  I am such a lucky maid.

And then…sex!  I was pretty exhausted from work, and we had to get up early the next morning, so I voted in favor of manual sex.  Garnet began teasing me, playing with my nipples and stroking my bits through my undies.  They spent a lot of time on my nipples, which felt incredibly delicious, sucking and nibbling and toying with me until I was so turned on I could barely stand it.  I bucked my hips against them, and suddenly we were pushing together…dry-humping is such an unsexy term, but I honestly can’t think of what else to call it.  They smirked and grinned and me as they ground against me and I frantically pushed back, whimpering and moaning.  They pushed my legs up and slid their mouth and tongue over my foot, which feels so good in a yummy-but-confusing way.  ”Imagine how good it’ll be when I really fuck you,” they growled.

Garnet slid down between my legs, pushing my skirt up more, beginning to tease me with their mouth.  They swirled their tongue over my clit, and I squirmed.  They slipped a finger into me and pressed against my gspot, licking and sucking at my clit.  I was just so impossibly turned on, I wriggled and bucked and moaned, and everything they did felt warm and wet and intense and delicious.  I kept trying to push myself further onto their fingers, all greedy for more sensation…they offered me a vibrator, but I was a little non-verbal, and also I was just enjoying their oral attentions so much…but eventually I asked for the vibe.

I think maybe I am having a slightly harder time having orgasms these days.  At some point I’ll write a longer post about that and why, but…yeah.  So Garnet was working my gspot, and I was working my clit with the vibrator, and I was so close to coming, just right on the edge for the longest time.  I was starting to get frustrated when Garnet took the vibe and pressed it right against the head of my clit and suddenly I was coming and coming and coming and bucking around and finally made a kind of awkward noise that sounded like a death rattle…but still they didn’t let up with the vibe or their fingers, until finally I was begging to have their fingers out.  I felt so full and squirty, and I pressed down, and it felt like I squirted…but it wasn’t until I moved that we found the puddle, spilled all over my comforter.

Garnet petted me and laughed and said they were glad I did it on my side of the bed.  They told me I was good girl, and we snuggled up and went to sleep.