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Re-branding, Steak, and a Blowjob

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.

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