Life, Love, Sex

The One Where Boymeat Hits Me

I don’t know where it came from, but suddenly there was a cane and it was in Boymeat’s hand. And it wasn’t your average, run of the mill rattan cane. No, it was some heavy duty rubberized sucker that for some strange reason Callie owns. So Boymeat does as he’s known to do and starts gently (and I use this word loosely) hitting the tops of my thighs over my jeans. When I started complaining too much, he had me lay on my stomach so he could cane my ass.

Ouch. Mother fuck. Soon I was starting to sweat and had to strip out of my clothes. After a little bit more, Boymeat decided to give me a break and go smoke a cigarette. I took the opportunity to hide the cane under the couch, but the other people at the party wouldn’t let it stay hidden. Hmpf.

But I sure paid for it when he came back.

My ass had already been battered that night, but nothing compared to the damage he did to the tops of my thighs. Especially when I made the mistake of wondering out loud whether a cane that thick could leave welts. (It can.) Blow after blow I would curse and squirm, dropping to my knees on the hardest of hits.

By the end of the night the tops of my thighs were swollen and deep red with patches of purple forming.

I’d wished I worn a skirt that night when it came time to put on my jeans.  Such is my luck.

HNT- Tuesday Night’s Damage

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TES Class Quick Write Up

So last night I demo bottomed for Boymeat at TES as he taught Caning 101 (I’ll have to build up a bit before I could bottom to his 301 class…). Were you there??? No, I don’t think so! It was a very small crowd with about half the attendance being friends! (Wendy, Jocasta, Zelda, and X)

I’m kinda thankful it was a small class for my first time demo bottoming for pain (I’d only ever done the g-spot classes with Jefferson).

I was a huge hit though. Apparently, I’m a very fun bottom. How ’bout that? Hehe.

First Boymeat gave his presentation on canes- different materials, sizes, all that good stuff. Then he was ready for me. So I stripped, not quickly enough though. Less because I was shy, more because, you know, I’ve been seriously hating my body these days. (Another reason I was thankful it was a smaller crowd.)

Once naked, he started going through the various parts of the body he likes to hit. Ass, thighs, arms, calves (Ow!), and feet (Ow!)! The class was a little against me though- they kept prompting Boymeat to do mean things! Especially that heckler, Wendy.

It went well though. I was cute. Boymeat was mean. And I got all sub-spacey. That was the best part probably.

Shit, I wanna do it again as soon as my ass body heals (because I’m marked and bruised from shoulder to knee!).

MA

Masochists Anonymous

Did you know TES was originally started as a support group for masochists? Yeppers. It’s true.

Well, hi, I’m Avah, and I’m a masochist. And I’m letting Boymeat cane me for a class at TES this Tuesday (1/29). You know, for the sake of education.  (Well, that and the fact that I like it.)

If you’re in the area, and free at 8pm, come watch Boymeat be really mean to me.

It’ll be fun. I squirm and make funny noises.

(Info can be found on TES’s website. The caning class isn’t on the calendar as it was a last minute change. But same time and place.)

Writers Block

I’m suffering from some severe writer’s block.  Weeks have gone by now where I’ve wanted to write, but every time I go to put pen to paper, absolutely nothing comes out and I flitter to another activity.  But there are so many stories I want to tell, and I’m starting to fear they may never get told.

I want to tell you about Brian, who I met while escorting.  We had one of those instant chemistry kind of things, but it never developed into anything because he couldn’t get over the fact he was 17 years my senior.  Nor could he manage to stay in touch between the times he was in town on business.  He popped up out of no where, after 6 months, asking to see me.  I told him if he was going to treat me like a whore, then I would treat him like a John - and gave him a pretty high price.  He declined, apologized for hurting my feelings, and wished me well.  That was the last I heard from him, almost 2 years ago.

Then there’s Michael.  Going all the way back to when I was 17.  There’s a lot to talk about with him and our 3 year off and on relationship.  The highs and lows.  The fact I see him on campus every once in a while still and wish he would fucking graduate all ready!

I want to tell you about my first experience with submission- talking online and on the phone with someone from Collarme.  What it was like for me exploring my darker side for the first time.

And there are probably even more stories from my past that I’ll want to tell as they come to me.

In more recent months, there’s so much I’ve done and I’ve barely gotten around to scratching the surface.

Back in the fall I had a date with someone from camp and learned of an interesting perception he had of me.  Apparently he thought I was quite hardcore and remarked at being surprised to see me write about marriage and kids on the blog.  It’s also a funny story because I wouldn’t exactly stop talking long enough for him to kiss me.  So I told him to just tell me to shut up.  He caught on quickly enough.

Of course I never wrote about Floating World.  My first suspension, making friends, tears and heart break, playing with a new couple.  I’d like to get around to writing that event one day.

I’d like to write more about Match, my friend from camp.  I don’t even know what I’d write though.  It’d be hard not to gush about what an amazing guy he is.  He’s really one of the nicest guys you’ll ever meet.  He came to visit me back in the fall and actually helped me Christen my house.  In all my years, I’d never had sex there (I was very virginal in high school).

There’s another story of Boymeat caning the tops of my thighs so badly I could barely put on my jeans at the end of the night because of how swollen the welts were.  Then also how I couldn’t even put my laptop on my lap for a few days because of how badly bruised I was.  Have I also mentioned how much I loved it?  Shhh…don’t tell him! 

Then there was the time Jefferson got his whole fist in me for the first time- up to the narrow part I’m talking.  We were putting on a show for some guy and he starts fingering me and of course I’m thrashing on the bed in like a non-stop orgasm.  I even bump my head on the night stand during it.  And he starts working his fist in and before I know it, it’s all the way in.  I couldn’t really stand it that day, but I was ecstatic to know it was possible.

I also would like to share a reading of my tarot cards Desire did for me earlier this month, but of course I’ve forgotten half of what she told me at this point.  I should have written it down at the time.  But she had some good insights into my love life, and also my school life, and it was amazing how dead on she was.

My first TES meeting and then my first time at Paddles with Jocasta.

My first orgy at Marcus’s.  Wendy fisting me.

Tea parties.

Dancing with Jefferson in his living room.

New Year’s Eve with friends.

Countless stories are going untold because I can’t unlock my brain.  And all of these snippets are just synopses, they’re not justice for the tales.  But at least I’m giving them some kind of voice.

It’s a little strange, but my break-up post with Jefferson, from last winter is actually one of my favorite posts.  I thought it was very beautifully written, and I really only wish all my posts could be as good as that.  But of course not every story evokes that kind of emotion in me.  Hopefully one day (soon) I can come back and write these stories, the right way.

I just need to get rid of this damn writer’s block.

Skin on Skin

I have so much to write about- there are at least 7 stories I have jotted down that I want to tell. Canings, fistings, dates. And then more randomness I want to write.

But where do I end up starting? With more recent events as it so happens.

It’s because of his skin. Jefferson’s skin- it’s so intoxicating to me. As soon as I feel his skin against mine, my head swoons and I can feel my muscles instantly relax, the blood rushing to the surface. My skin tingles and every brush of his fingertips or nibble and bite rushes through me like a zing of electricity.

I hadn’t seen him, or any of my friends for that matter, for weeks because of how much school work I had to do. The first thing I thought when we got naked was how much I missed his skin. And damn we fucked so good that day. I came half a dozen or so times.

I asked him for a back massage as it was so tight from all the work I’d been doing: spending hours in the dark room or hunched over my desk painting precise lines. God that massage was quite delicious. “I’m going to give you such a good blow job after this,” I said in the middle of my bliss. He just laughed.

But I wasn’t kidding. I’d been wanting cock in my mouth for almost 2 weeks at that point. And I sucked it like it was the last time I’d ever get to suck cock. And Jefferson came hard; so hard. God I love that.

He calls me his orgasm cookie, you know. It’s a name he came up with awhile ago, because Jefferson doesn’t generally end up coming a lot, yet he usually does with me. I have good timing I guess.

Then he took me to lunch and fed me (thanks naked Australian girls!). He almost played match maker, wanting to pair the little old ladies on our left with the little old men on our right. It would have been quite a coupling- so many walkers!

It had only been a few days the next time I saw him, but I missed his skin no less. I had to stop myself from devouring it.

“I love you so much,” I whispered as I kissed him gently.
“You’re so good to me, baby,” he replied moving his mouth to mine.

Soon he was rock hard and fucking me. He held me close and I buried my nose in his neck inhaling his scent. Mmm, coffee. It was gentle and sweet, the way we make love. I was slightly distracted by something on my mind, so wasn’t too concerned with chasing my orgasm at first. I just wanted Jefferson close to me. He went to push up on his arms to get a different angle and I suddenly clutched him, “Don’t leave me,” running through my head. It surprised me but I brushed it aside. Jefferson’s cock had found my g-spot, so I had a new distraction.

I was noisy as I came a few times like this before pulling him to me to kiss. We fucked slowly some more before taking a cuddle break. We talked about our plans for the rest of the day- a caning, a blow job and lunch.

Before the caning, we just had to fuck some more. He had me turn over and he fucked me briefly as he smeared some lube on my ass. I moaned into the bed as he pushed into my ass and started thrusting. It took me a few minutes to adjust, but once I had, I quickly moved toward orgasm. I moved my hand between my legs and rubbed my clit quickly, bringing myself to exquisite pleasure. That’s pretty hokey, but damn it was good.

“That was fun, I wanna do that again!” I thought to myself. (No lie!)

“What was that?” he asked me.
“What do you mean ‘what was that?’”
“Did you just come from having your ass fucked? Such a slut.”

Mmm. And then I came again, rubbing my clit even harder than before. And then I kicked him off me, having reached my limit. I was face down on the bed as I heard him change condoms but moved right back into kneeling position as I saw him roll the new condom on.

“Good girl,” he said pushing into me.

My hands gripped the sheets as he fucked me hard, hitting against my g-spot over and over again making me cum countless times. When I was sticky puddle of goo, he pulled out to fetch his cane.

But there was something else I wanted.

“Fist me?” I asked him. “If we can.”
“Oh there’s no if.”

He squirted some lube in his hand and with a few fingers went straight for my g-spot. Motherfuck it was good. I was instantly wailing as he rubbed it hard and fast. I nearly lost it as he added his thumb to my clit. All of a sudden he pulled his hand out and dumped a bunch of goo from his hand onto my chest. I thought it was lube, but nuh uh, that came from me Jefferson said! I squirted and didn’t even know it. (A little anticlimactic for me, lol.)

He put his fingers back into me and added more until he had all five in up to the knuckles. I breathed hard, concentrating on relaxing and opening up as much as possible for him. I felt Jefferson push his hand in further and I started to scream as his hand made it’s way fully inside me. I’m sure the neighbors heard me. I covered my mouth as I continued to scream into it as my pussy spasmed around his cock, getting used to the intrusion. It eventually relaxed and I told to Jefferson to move his hand some, but damn my cervix kept getting in the way.

It was so intense having Jefferson in me like that. I loved it. I opened my eyes every so often to stay connected with him. He came in to give me a kiss, but it put us at an awkward angle. Eventually it was the right time for him to pull out. Coming out hurt a bunch less than going in, lol.

He came to me and kissed me deep and started to fuck me again. He held me firmly as I came a few more times.

I eventually made him stop because I had to pee. When I came back from the bathroom his cane was out and ready. I laid face down at the foot of the bed and he started with the light tapping that just sends me into my happy place. He mixed in a few stingy swats as I started to warm up. Soon there was a succession of hard snaps on my ass making me moan and writhe on the bed. As they got harder, I reached for Jefferson’s leg and wrapped my arm around it. He rubbed my hair as he landed his hardest strike making me yelp and jump.

He walked around the bed tapping me at a different angle before grabbing a pillow and dropping it in front of the chair he sat in. I got up and kneeled before him, pressing my face into his chest briefly before kissing my way down to his cock. I sucked him hard and deep making him cum in my mouth in a short amount of time.

“I like the pigtails, by the way,” Jefferson told me at one point that day.
“Thanks, Lolita liked them like that, so I thought I’d do it again.”
“Oh, are you seeing her later?”
“No, she just likes them.”

As we ate our roast duck over lunch, I said to Jefferson, “Did I ever tell you about the time I spent Christmas in Paris?”
“No, you didn’t!”
“Oh, well, I spent Christmas in Paris my freshman year of high school and we had duck for dinner. So then, did I tell you the time a fireman kissed me in Paris?”
“No, but please tell me you have pigtails in this story,” he smiled, teasing me.

We parted outside the restaurant, kissing and hugging each other goodbye for the last time this year.

Under the Surface

I had one thing on my mind for Friday night’s orgy: I wanted a caning. I was so in the mood for pain. And I knew Boymeat was going to be there, so it was pretty much a sure thing.

The party was at Tyler’s in Brooklyn, and even though I left late, I was still the first to arrive. His sweet as pie girlfriend, Evangeline, let me in and we had some yummy hot chocolate as we talked. Wendy came next, and shortly after her, everyone else arrived en masse having all just come from the Modified Eros show.

I got so excited as all my favorite people started pouring in the room, including friends from camp! Ace was there as was Sammy and his girlfriend Laura, and Desire too! And then of course all my orgy friends!

I mingled for awhile talking to different people, not in any rush, and just enjoying spending time with my friends. I did my best as well to avoid Ace’s tickling advances, except that bitch Wendy fucking started it and pinned me down while the two of them tickled me as I shrieked and howled. Man, I hate being tickled!

Jocasta and Desire were having fun together with rope, and that was great to watch. Jocasta was doing herself up in a breast harness when Desire expressed interest in getting tied up. Miss Jo did a very nice job doing her up in a fancy body thing, and you better bet Desire looked great in it. Then next she showed Wendy how to do a rope harness for a strap-on. It’s always a fun night when the rope comes out.

I got my chance at a caning without even having to ask. Isn’t it great like that? Boymeat single-tailed the shit out of Eden’s back first that night, and after they were done, he took out a cane for me. Boymeat had me lay face down on a couch laying across Eden, with my head in Tyler’s lap and Boymeat sat on a stool above me. He started with a firm steady rhythm using one of his thicker canes and I quickly switched into a head space of concentrating on the pain.

I made sure to keep breathing as I focused on processing the pain. But fuck, it hurt. And, yeah, I liked it. Which Boymeat loves to rub in my face.

I soon started to break out in a light sweat, as is what happens with canings.

I cried out when it hurt; I sighed when it was bearable. My feet kicked when he tortured me by concentrating in the same spot.

We were aiming to get me to cum again, but I wasn’t so sure I was going to get there. The vibrations were pulsing right through me, but the pain wasn’t quite translating properly for that. Plus there was something just under the surface that I think was inhibiting me- I was really just in the mood to cry.

Boymeat was good though, he kept coming over and checking in on me.

Then he pulled out a stingier cane and started whacking on my back. Holy fuck. That shit hurt. It was like needles jabbing, or something like that. I don’t know, but it was intense.

Eventually we moved to the bedroom, a quieter place in hopes to get me off. Space was cleared on Tyler’s bed for me to lay down. Boymeat resumed his caning of me at a steady, easy pace with a nice thick cane. I thought I might be able to cum then, but Boymeat gradually picked up the intensity and I again started sailing on the pain. My foot tapped the floor in beat with the swinging of his cane as I moaned into mattress. I howled and squirmed as it got more and more difficult to bear.

He paused and kneeled next to me, pulling the curls out of my face. His hand was right next to mine and I started to reach for it.

“Here, take my hand,” he said moving it into mine.

He stroked my head a bit as my breathing slowed down to normal. I wanted to cry. It was right.there. But it just wasn’t breaking the surface.

“You didn’t have to stop,” I said, smiling at him. I had hoped that maybe just a little bit more was all I needed.

He gave me just a bit more, but still nothing.

He got underneath me on the bed and pulled out his cock for me to suck.

“Is this a thank you or a post-caning treat?” he asked me right before I took him in my mouth.
“Thank you?” I said unsurely.

He shook his head and guided my head down onto him. I blew him for a bit, moving from his cock to his balls.

“Damn my inability to cum in public,” he cursed.

Boymeat zipped himself up and I laid my head in his lap getting my after care as fingers went through my hair, tugging gently ever so often.

Eventually, I got up. I forget why exactly. I wandered around a little bit in a subspacey kind of daze, still feeling unfinished.

Towards the end of the night I propositioned Jefferson. I told him specifically I wanted him to rough me up. I had no opinion on how he did so, so he chose to clear off some of the kitchen table and bend me over it. He pulled out his flogger and hung it over his shoulder as he slapped my poor, sore ass.

I squirmed and screamed and his hand grabbed my hair to keep me firm against the table.

He took his flogger in hand and stepped back and started hitting me with it nice and hard. He aimed for my ass and back and I sighed and moaned on impact. I don’t know if a flogger really could ever make me cry.

All of the sudden I felt coldness wash over me as he poured water on my bottom half. He spanked and flogged me on top of it and it stung with the wetness. I squealed again as he poured the rest of the water on me and I started to shiver a bit as I got chilly.

I dragged Jefferson into the bedroom to fuck me next. We made out on the bed as he fingered my clit and got me off. I went down on him after and got him hard to fuck me. He grabbed a condom and pushed into me hitting my g-spot instantly. I groaned under him as he fucked me hard, pinning my arms down. I kept pulling him down to kiss me though. I kissed him roughly, biting on his lip and tugging on his hair and he sighed into my mouth, grabbing me tighter.

I pulled back from him and gave a sly smile.

“Baby,” I said to him.
“Yes, honey?”
“I need you to hit me.”
“Where?”
“Slap me,” I told him.

He nodded and straddled my hips. I closed my eyes in anticipation, tensing a bit. I love having my face slapped, but it still brings up a primal, visceral reaction that borders on fear.

He came on the left side first and within the next 10 seconds, I felt that emotion bubbling to the top. My jaw started to tremble and I was ready to let go. The heat built in my cheeks and I grabbed at Jefferson lightly, suppressing the urge to fight back. I whimpered as the slaps came in forceful succession and soon the tears started to form. He punched my chest with another hand and I flinched and tried to recoil.

He paused a moment, and I nodded my head in a silent affirmation for him to keep going.

He started again and very quickly I started to cry. Just as I needed. He stopped once I was able to let go and pulled me into him, holding me. I cried softly, my chest shaking as I breathed, and I assured Jefferson that I was ok.

“It’s not a bad cry,” I told him. As in, I wasn’t sad about anything, I was just feeling a little weepy.
“I know, baby. I trust you and you trust me, and we can do that for each other,” he replied kissing me.

We cuddled together quietly, but all too quickly, Eden came in to let Jefferson know his ride was starting to get ready to leave.

He left me for a few moments to get dressed, and I just stayed curled up on the bed, ready for sleep at that point. He cuddled me a little bit more once he was dressed and we both got up when all his crew were ready to head out. I hugged everyone goodbye, told Jefferson and Desire I’d see them the next afternoon when I would get Desire to head down to DC.

I thanked and kissed Boymeat and he told me next time he would drink more water. (*Sigh*)

Wendy and I got dressed and I tried to usher her out the door as quickly as possible. First to arrive and last to leave. And part 1 of the orgystastic weekend came to a satisfying conclusion.

My Big Comeback

And so we begin our stories first on Thursday night, before getting to camp.

I stopped going to the orgies this summer, starting with the night I broke up with Jefferson in June. I had previously been losing interest in them, and found that during the summer, it wasn’t that big of a deal to not go.

Except, I did miss my orgy friends.

When Jefferson mentioned Sinclair might be at September’s gathering, I immediately switched from “entertaining the possibility of going” to “possibly going.” As fate had it though, the orgy got moved a few nights later, so a lot of people couldn’t make it (you’ll come in October, right Sinclair?).

Even though the orgy tacked on another sleep-deprived night onto my weekend of debauchery, I really thought it was a great way to kick things off and get back into the swing of things.

I drove into the city, my car packed with things for camp, and found a spot a few blocks from Jefferson’s. I wasn’t planning on staying too late as I had to drive to my beach house still and pick up things there before heading down to Maryland.

When I arrived at Jefferson’s, I made my rounds of hugging all my girls hello (Wendy, Callie, Cody, and Lily), whom I hadn’t seen in months! I got caught up in girl talk for the first part of the evening. There was gossip time to be made up for, but even with that, I was in such a good mood, I wasn’t into as much (and boy do I love juicy gossip!).

A few more people came that evening, but it was still small and intimate; just the way I like it.

I smiled when Boymeat arrived. I’ve seen him a couple times at various events over the year, but never really got a chance to talk to him. He intrigued me though. And plus, he’s cute!

The evening got a little sidetracked with making some daisy dukes for Jefferson to wear at camp. After destroying the 1st pair of jeans, the girls finally got it right the second time.

During which, there was some coy flirting going on between me and Boymeat. I don’t even know what color my cheeks must have turned.

I have a habit of fidgeting with my buttons or belt buckles, and I guess I was doing it a lot that night because as one point he says to me, “You keep teasing looking like you’re going to undress.”

I blushed and glanced at the ground, taking my hands off my belt buckle.

I should’ve just undressed right then, but I got all flustered and shy! (Really Marcus, I am shy!)

It wasn’t long though before I was undressed as my ass became a target for a coin toss (really, should I even go into it?).

With people getting in various states of undress, the party finally moved to the bedroom (it was already like 10pm- we couldn’t wait any longer for Mark to arrive!).

A cute new couple jumped right in, and that was fun to see. Wendy had brought her ex, Franklin, and Callie had brought her friend, Sarah, and the two just hit it off immediately. It was sweet.

Wendy and I decided to have a preliminary BJ contest, with Donny being the judge.

Except, in natural Donny style, he was, well, a douche.

So much, that we won’t get into it.

But after sucking him off a bit, he was all into me, but I wasn’t feeling it so much. Sure he’s got a nice body, but God, someone take that boy’s talking tokens away for the Love of God!

What I really wanted was to play with Boymeat!

But put 2 shy people who are into each other together and…

Luckily, Jefferson made the 1st move for me! Lol. He suggested I do some more practice on Boymeat and I happily agreed. As did Boymeat.

He was sitting in one of the sex chairs and I knelt in front of him and took his cock in his mouth. As I was getting started he leaned forward as said if I did a good job, he’d cane me.

I looked up at him and glowed with excitement.

“Jefferson!” I called to him. “Did you hear what he just said?!”
“No, what?”
“He said he’ll cane me if I do a good job!”
“I guess it’s your lucky day!”

With a big grin on my face I turned back to Boymeat and resumed my cock sucking.

His hands grabbed my hair and I moaned as he tugged just so. And I gave him my Jersey best (which, is coincidentally the best!).

After a bit, he pulled on my hair and switched positions with me. He sat me on the chair and knelt down to lick my clit and started slapping my pussy. It’s not something I’ve ever experienced before really, and I yelped and moaned as I got used to the feeling.

He growled at me, “Let it go!” as I moaned.

Fuck, that was hot.

He stood back up and fed me his cock again, his hand still firm in my hair. He was deep in my mouth as I sucked him firmly.

“Where should I cum?” he asked as he pulled out.
“On my chest,” I offered to him.

With a few jerks of his hand, Boymeat came spilling onto me, yet not quite my chest.

“And by chest you meant back and shoulder right?” he laughed.
“Yes of course.”

He grabbed me a washcloth from the bathroom and I cleaned myself up.

I was satisfied. I love making guys cum.

Next I fucked Donny. He was rude and I so felt like putting him in his place.

I fucked him pretty good. I topped him as much as he’d let me (enough to satisfy me really). And then I relaxed as Jefferson took over.

As we do, we soon turned to kink. Tilda had stumbled in tipsy from Cosmos and after a nice sound fucking from Jefferson, started getting flogged by Boymeat. And God that’s so hot to watch.

(Quick aside, Tilda is a sweet, beautiful lady I met at Floating World during Jefferson’s G-spot class. And I totally got to fuck her!)

The floggings continued as Wendy practiced on Donny, but he called uncle when Boymeat took over. Wuss.

(Yes, Wendy, I know I’m the pot calling the kettle black right now.)

I went down on Boymeat again and got to make him a cum a second time, after which he thought he should probably head home. I offered to take rain check on the caning, but he didn’t mind delaying his departure a little bit longer for that.

“Is it going to hurt?” I wondered.

You know me and canes. I love ‘em, but I hate ‘em at the same time.

“It doesn’t have to. I can do sensual.”

Phew.

Space was made for us on the bed as I laid face down and he laid on his side next to me.

He placed his hand lightly on my back and started nice and easy; a firm, steady rhythm to get me into that lovely head space. I sighed and smiled as I warmth spread through my ass.

I forget who in the room said it, but they thought it must be hurting. (Was it Callie?)

Oh no. “It’s yummy,” I told them.

I felt the strength of the strike increase ever so slightly, but it just got better and better.

One of my camp fantasies was to cum from a flogging or caning. I knew it was achievable because as Zelda was flogging me Sunday night of Floating World, I felt myself almost get there.

And there with Boymeat I felt myself going there again. And he knew it too. My breath got faster and more shallow. My ass wiggled, raising to meet the cane. My hands gripped the sheets as I squeezed my cunt muscles, bringing myself to the edge.

My back arched as I started to cum.

Boymeat hit me harder at a faster pace. “That’s it, fucking cum,” I heard him over my moans.

My hips fell to the bed as my orgasm subsided.

“Holy shit,” I panted, my eyes still shut tight. “Oh my God. Marry me?” I said turning to Boymeat.

He laughed, “I’ve never gotten that response before.”
“Seriously, you can do that anytime you want.”

He smiled as I kissed him thank you.

He got up to start getting to leave and I went to find Jefferson.

“Jefferson! You missed it!”
“What? What’d I miss?”
“Boymeat just made me cum- from a caning!”
“Wow that’s awesome!”
“Mmhmm…so you know, it’s getting kinda late- wanna fuck before I head out?”
“Sure baby.”

He followed me into the bedroom and climbed on the bed with me. As we kissed, we were joined by Mark. We love sharing a bed with Mark. He’s so dreamy! We cuddled with him for a bit (a constant theme for the weekend) before resuming our path to fucking.

Don’t feel bad for Mark though being left out! He quickly found himself having fun with Tilda next to us.

Jefferson and I kissed only briefly before he grabbed for a condom and positioned me on my back.

We fucked deliciously; my moans mixed in with squeals of delight coming from Tilda who was being attended to by Mark and Wendy.

I came a few times with Jefferson’s cock inside me, and again as it was replaced with his fingers.

I’m really such a cum slut.

My body was in the throes of pleasure (too much vamping it up?) as Jefferson fucked me hard with his fingers. Callie joined in and nibbled on my arm and played with my nipples. Wendy found a spot and started fingering my clit for me.

How awesome is it that I got to have 3 people hovering over me working on my pleasure?

Jefferson worked more and more fingers in me and I got louder and louder as his hand filled me. Wendy’s hand covered my mouth to drown my moans. Soon his fist was in me. I could feel it (and maybe he told me). Almost instantly I came, hard, letting go a blood curdling scream into Wendy’s hand. My body tensed and shook as my orgasm took over (wait, can it tense and shake at the same time?).

Jefferson tried to get his hand in a bit further, to the narrower part of the wrist, but I couldn’t take it. I yelped in pain and backed away.

One day, man. One day I’ll get a guy’s fist all the way in!

That was so freaking hot, really. But damn, what were we thinking fisting me right before camp?! Oww!

Again, more cuddling with me, Wendy, and Sarah as Jefferson ordered us a pizza.

Next time we’ll have to get 2 pies.

I would’ve left then, had pizza not been ordered. I just can’t say no to pizza. And holy crap that was good pizza! All the remnant party goers found beds to crash in somewhere after 3. I crashed on the couch, my alarm set for 6:40- just enough time to get up and get my car before the 7am parking time was up.

I stumbled to my car, running on only a few hours sleep and hoped the can of coke and the adrenaline of the arrival of camp would fuel me down to Maryland.

An hour and a half later, after making a pit stop at my beach house to grab some last minute camp supplies (like my toy bag!) I was asleep again in my bed to catch some more zzz’s.

I woke up, grabbed some diet coke and made my way to camp…

Oooh, I see….

Yesterday I spent another blissful afternoon with Jefferson.

A very blissful afternoon.

On Saturday I received an e-mail from Jefferson:

From now on, I’d like to ask you not to wear clothes in my apartment, unless I specifically request otherwise.When you arrive tomorrow, you will find my front door unlocked. Come in, and close the door behind you. Undress in my foyer, leaving your clothes where they fall. Then we can talk.

Mmm, yummy. I was sooo excited about Sunday. I knew it’d be tough playing in my lacrosse game after, but I didn’t care.
I got ready that morning, picking out something light and springy, taking the weekly phone call from my father, and packing my stuff for lacrosse that night. Oh and I can’t forget the camera Jefferson asked me to bring!

I drove in breezing through the tunnel and uptown with my windows down and sunroof open dancing and singing to some Eagles. I quickly snatched up the first parking spot I found. 7 blocks away, but it’s a beautiful Sunday, so it makes for a nice walk.

I made good time not hitting any expected Easter traffic. So I get to Jefferson’s building a bit early, and ring him to buzz me in.

“Hello?”
“Hey, it’s me. I’m a little early, is that ok?”
“Sure come on up.” He says as the door buzzes open.

I walk the path I’m now familiar with. I walk in Jefferson’s apartment and hear the shower running. I set my stuff down and undress as Jefferson had asked. I look around the living room checking out pictures and reading some titles of the many many books on the shelves.

After a few minutes, I hear the shower turn off and see Jefferson come out with a towel wrapped around his waist. He quickly discards it in his room as he makes his way towards me.

“Hey naked lady”
“Hi” I reply as we embrace and kiss hello like long time lovers.
“Mmm your mouth tastes sweet”
“I was drinking diet coke.”
“Mmm, tastes good. Let’s move to the bedroom now and make out some.”

We walked back and I climbed into bed and settled in comfortably as Jefferson climbed on and found his way into my arms. We kissed sweetly, tasting each other’s mouths and feeling each other’s bodies.

Jefferson pulled back saying “I want to fuck you while we kiss.”
“Mmm-k”
He rolls on a condom (a pink one I notice), adds a little lube and slips inside me. His mouth lands on mine again as he starts thrusting slowly. The tempo gradually but steadily quickens. Jefferson leans back on his heels and grabs my ankles lifting them up by his shoulders getting a deeper thrust. I moan and buck against him as he hits my g-spot again and again. After a some time the pace slows back down and we spend awhile making love, Jefferson’s body pressed against mine with my legs wrapped around his hips keeping him close and deep. I concentrate on tightening my PC muscles as he pushes in and relaxing them as he pulls out, since I know he likes it. “It’s like your pussy is already so tight and you can’t imagine it getting any tighter, but then it does! And it’s so awesome” he explained to me last week.

Eventually Jefferson pulls out and he pulls me into him spooning behind me. I melt into him feeling sooo comfortable and safe wrapped in his arms. I close my eyes to rest a bit but am not very sleepy. I listen to the city sounds floating in from outside (I don’t know how anyone sleeps in that city!). I hear Jefferson’s shallow breaths and guess he’s dozed off. I take in some more titles of volumes and volumes of books on his bedroom shelves. My eyes pass over the clock and I notice it’s already after 1. We had just been fucking for about an hour. I still am impressed, amazed, happy with, etc… with Jefferson’s stamina. Boys half his age will lose it or blow it after all of 20 minutes. No lie. But anyways, it was nice this Sunday to have a bit more time with Jefferson so we didn’t have to rush anything and could take the time to rest and snuggle close.

A few minutes later Jefferson stirs. I look back at him as he smiles at me and I roll onto my other side to kiss him. Then he grabs me and pulls me on top of him.
“Go suck my cock, I want take a picture” he tells me.
I move down the bed taking his cock in my mouth. I bob my head up and down swirling my tongue as I move.
“Look at me” he says. I look up, keeping his cock in my mouth and hear the camera click.
“Now smile” -Click- -Click-
He puts the camera down and I focus on giving him head.

After a few minutes he pulls out and says “How bout you ride me for a bit.”
“Sure” I reply as he grabs another condom. I position my pussy over his cock and lower my self down onto him. I work on getting a good rhythm going which I always find hard for me when I’m on top. We find a good one, as he thrusts up I sit down on him. I’m leaning forward over him since his cock hits my g-spot like this. I kiss his lips and chin, and rest my head on his shoulder, kissing it a bit too, and I taste the saltiness of his sweat. Call me crazy but I love that taste, lol.

Then Jefferson takes me by surprise pushing me back, wanting to change positions. I’m not sure where he wants me to move, so I just let him drag me to the lower corner of the bed. He pulls me so a bit of my butt is hanging off the edge, but then pushes my legs up and plunges into me, fucking me hard. I’m really heating up, but then feel a cool breeze wash over me relaxing me in to the rhythm of his thrusting. He’s doing the same thing as last week when I came. Same position, his cock hitting the same spot, with the same speed. I’m lost in his fucking, he’s pinned down my wrists and I’m just pushing my hips up against him trying to get his cock deeper, and trying to cum. I get close, but lose it, and this repeats a few times.

“Rub your clit if you need to” Jefferson says releasing my arms. I don’t immediately, I wait until I’m closer. As soon as I feel I’m on the edge I reach down and start rubbing as fast as I can. It still takes me a few minutes as I curse and yell at myself in my head. Just when I think I’ve lost it, the orgasm explodes through me. My back arches thrusting my hips up as I cry out. Jefferson wait a few moments for me to catch my breath before pulling out and setting my legs on the floor. I just lay still for a few moments trying to regain strength. Jefferson finds this to be a wonderful photo-op and breaks out the camera to capture my post-cum bliss. He takes a couple of shots from different angles before putting the camera back down.

“Would you like some water?” He offers me.
“Yes, please! I need to stay hydrated for my game tonight”
“Yes, of course that’s very important” he replies as he leaves to get the water.

While he gets the water I schootch back onto the bed and nestle into the pillows. I just love how Jefferson’s bed feels. I’m very big on beds and making mine as comfortable as possible. I always get compliments on how comfortable they are- lots of pillows and blankets and mattress pads. Well Jefferson’s bed is oh so squishy soft and the sheets are like velvet. I could just stay in that bed forever. He comes back with 2 glasses of water and sets them down on either table. I grab mine gulping down a few sips before settling into bed on my stomach. Jefferson bends down over me, spreads my cheeks apart and starts tonging my ass. Oh man, I love that, but sooo few guys do it, not that I blame them. I’ve never done it and doubt I would. But I enjoy it, and I really enjoy the long amount of attention Jefferson gives to my ass. (Gosh I would have cleaned soooo much better if I had known to expect this.)

When he finished he comes and lays next to me as I find my way into his strong arms. I love cuddle time. I haven’t really gotten to cuddle like this since I left my ex, Doofus, this winter. So I’ve missed it, and it does just feel so wonderful being in Jefferson’s arms, feeling his soft skin against mine and just enjoying the quiet time.

“I think everyone everywhere should spend Sundays like this” I say, “Forget chores and errands, send the kids outside, and I think God would be happier if we spent Sundays like this instead of church. This is just so perfect everyone should do this.”

We lay side by side for awhile, our arms around each other and our legs twisted together. I rest and listen as I hear light snores coming from Jefferson. I’m careful not to move so I can just let him rest. He wakes after only a few minutes and starts kissing me.

“I’m going to fuck your ass now” he tells me.
I just look at him, hoping he’s kidding.
“You don’t enjoy it much, do you?” he asks me.
“Well some times have really hurt and other have been just alright.”
“Just remember to relax and we’ll take it slow, so bend over”

Oh boy, we’re really gonna do this! I move to the side of the bed, getting on my hands and knees and turning away from Jefferson. He grabs my hips and pulls me closer to him while spreading my knees further apart. He takes a pillow and puts it by my head for me so I can be comfortable. I hear as he opens a condom and slips it on, the takes out a bottle of lube and applies a lot to his cock. Then I feel his fingers rubbing the cool liquid around my hole, a finger slipping inside to spread some lube there.

In a moment his finger is replaced by the head of his cock. I close my eyes and concentrate on relaxing as I feel the head on the outside getting ready to push in. I feel the pressure and I push out against him, wanting to make this as pain free as possible. Slowly his cock makes its way inside my ass. When he’s all the way in, he pauses to let my ass get used to the feeling. So far so good, it’s not bad right now.

But then again he hasn’t started pumping yet, and that’s when I usually start to dislike it and want them out as quickly as possible. The worst times have been when it’s hurt because they’re either too big, too rough, or we didn’t use enough lube. The better of the times it’s just been uncomfortable (it can make you feel like you gotta go, which isn’t such a sexy feeling) and I’m just putting up with it for 10 mins max for the guy.

A few seconds later I feel Jefferson start to withdraw and I wait for the anticipated uncomfortable feeling to come. But it doesn’t. A dozen times he pumps slowly in and out of me, and it still doesn’t come. I relax more, falling into actually enjoying the experience. I grab onto the sheets, trying not to slip off the bed. Jefferson starts going faster to a medium pace as my body is more adjusted to the feeling. Then he grabs my arms and pins them behind me, forcing me to rest my weight on my shoulders and face. He leans over me biting down hard on my back making me cry out in pain. He lets go only to move an inch and bite down harder.

He stands back up and starts pounding faster and deeper, his hips slamming against me and his balls slapping against my pussy. This is such a completely new and intense feeling for me. It feels good! Sooo good! I’m moaning and grunting into the pillow pushing my hips against him allowing his cock deeper access. I feel my pussy dripping and it tightens as I feel an orgasm build. An orgasm. From anal. I’m shocked, confused about how my body’s reacting to this fucking, but God I love it! I come close to cumming twice, but I couldn’t quite find it, but I’m pretty confident that will change in the future. After a few minutes Jefferson slows down and pulls out.

“I’m going to go wash up and when I come back I’m going to whip your ass, so don’t move.” Jefferson orders me.
I stay still, panting, obsessing over what just happened. I just had a cock in my ass fucking me hard and it felt so good I almost came. Wow. I try and stay still as Jefferson said, but I’m in an uncomfortable position with my knees spread very wide, my arms behind my back, and my weight resting on my shoulders.

Jefferson comes back in and I hear him getting things out and he’s fiddling with something. I adjust my legs since they’re getting tired.

“I told you to stay still” he scolds me.
“Sorry” I say as I put my legs back.
Jefferson comes behind and ties my wrists behind my back.
“These are some vibrating eggs, in honor of Easter” he says inserting them into my pussy and ass then switching them on.
“Mmmm” I moan. I adjust a bit, trying to get a bit more comfortable and steady for the beating my ass is about to get. I shift my weight off my shoulder and lean against the top of my head. I get a better view this way now, and I can see most of Jefferson as he gets ready.

I feel Jefferson’s hand land against my ass as he begins by warming up my skin. He soon picks up the whip and I jerk as it lands hard against my skin. he alternates cheeks, sometimes catching though in the sensitive part in the middle or purposefully aiming for my pussy. When I feel the hot sting on my pussy I’m careful not to lose my balance. I cry out each time the whip lands against my already on fire on skin. I’m conscious to not let myself move my hands to block the swats since I know that could make it worse for me. A few hits land on my back and I moan underneath them.

Then I hear as Jefferson drops the whip and picks up something else. He taps it on my skin and I can feel it’s the cane.
“Oh God” I cry before he even uses it on me.
The first few swats come down making me wince and jerk away. The next few land harder and I cry out loudly trying to twist away. He stops after only a handful. I hear him ripping open a condom then feel as he pulls the egg out of my pussy and replaces it with his cock. He starts fucking me hard holding the egg against my clit. Then he moves it and slips the egg inside my pussy along side his cock. I moan and grunt from this and buck back against him. He fucks me hard for a while, taking some hard slaps against my ass.

Then he pulls out and I groan as he leaves me. I hear him clearing off the chair and dropping a pillow on the floor as he sits down.

“Come over hear and suck me off” he orders me.
He watches as I struggle to lift up, my hands still being behind my back. I manage to sit up on my knees and carefully and gingerly place my weak legs on the floor.
I take the two tiny, but difficult steps (due to my legs being so wobbly from being bent over for so long) and kneel before Jefferson.

My mouth is bone dry and I need to get it wet before I can start sucking him.
“May I have a sip of water please?” I ask.
“Yes, here” Jefferson says holding the glass to my lips. I tilt my head and take in a few big gulps.
“Thank you” I say then take him in my mouth.
I give him my best stuff sucking hard, running my tongue up the underneath part of his shaft, and taking him as deep as I can. He rubs his fingers gently over my face and hair and I work even harder to make him cum. I move faster and suck harder as I hear his breathing getting faster.

“I’m gonna cum” Jefferson says as he pulls out of my mouth and grabs his cock exploding on my chest and breasts. I lean my head on his thigh, too tired to hold myself up. He leans over me and undoes my bindings. He helps me stand and guides me to lay on the bed. Then he walks to the bathroom with a wet washcloth and cleans his cum off my skin.

Jefferson climbs into bed and I settle back into his arms. We lay resting until I have to get dressed for my lacrosse game. I gush to him about how much I loved the anal. That it was sooo good it was I almost came from it good. I told him how I never could understand before when women would say they’d come from anal, but now it’s “Oooh, I see!” Jefferson was glad I enjoyed it and he also like watching my reaction to it. He then complimented me on my excellent blow job, comparing me to a gay man at a truck stop. It’s a good thing I’m told, lol. I then grab the camera and suggest we check them out. Most of them are really good, a few blurry ones, since my camera is ultra sensitive to movement.

I force myself out of the bed at 4:30 to get dressed since I have to leave in 10 minutes. Jefferson follows me out dressed in a t-shirt and pjs and sits on the couch watching as I dress. I slip on my undies and sports bra and follow it with my shorts and t-shirt.

“Oooh, I like. You look like a jock”
“Yeah, I guess, thanks” I say sitting next to him to put my socks and sneakers on. I stand putting my other clothes in my bag and am ready to leave. Jefferson comes over and we embrace tightly and kiss goodbye.

“Oh! I am free this Saturday!” I blurt out.
“Oh good! Cause I was kinda hoping I’d get to see you” he says looking at the floor tapping my feet with his like a cutie pie. I giggle.
“Me too.”

We kiss again as I walk reluctantly to the door and fall into it like I’m drunk. Not sure how I managed to play in my game in that state. I leave with a grin on my face, wishing now everyone did know my secret.

I check the time on my phone and notice a text message from my sister:
“Happy Easter! Hope the Easter Bunny was good to you!”

Oh yeah, the Easter Bunny was very, very good to me….

He Took My Panties!

So Saturday was my 20th birthday. Aside from the crappy weather, those 3 hours I spent with Jefferson made this the best birthday ever.

Oh yeah, I met Jefferson Saturday. I’m sure you know him- he’s practically famous in the blogging world. And in the sex world. And if you don’t know him, you should.

So a few months ago I started reading blogs. After much link following I found Jefferson’s blog. Well I was hooked from the beginning. I knew I had to get in on this kinda action- but it took me weeks to get the courage. When he got on myspace, I added him as a friend, to break the ice. And as they say, the rest is history….

But that doesn’t make for an interesting story, lol. We e-mailed back in forth and found out we had so much in common- we both liked to have a lot of sex, he like to whip girls and I liked being whipped, he likes to tie em up, and I love being tied. How perfect is that? It was decided that on my birthday, I was his. And we only had a week to wait, but it was the longest wait of my life. And the back and forth e-mails and my writing him fantasy stories made me that much more on edge. Saturday could just not come soon enough.

And then it arrives. I woke up already excited because it was my birthday, but even more so because I was finally getting to meet Jefferson. I was supposed to go after lacrosse practice, but the rain canceled it, so even better I got to go straight to him.

Driving into the city (yes, I drove in the city! Can you believe it??!!) I wasn’t sure if I was more nervous that I was driving in the city or if I was just excited I was on my way to have some totally amazing sex. Probably both.

I parked my car in a garage since I wasn’t willing to walk to far in the cold rain, and rounded the corner to Jefferson’s building. In the entry way I dialed the numbers to have him buzz me in- and I paused for a few seconds before hitting the 3rd number to take a deep breath.

“Go right until you hit the elevator and take it up” I heard him say on the line, and walked through the doors as they buzzed open. As I walked to the elevator and took it up to Jefferson’s door, I thought about all Jefferson’s lovers that have traveled the same path, and that soon this would become so familiar to me.

There it was. I was finally there. With my hand poised to knock I closed my eyes, took a deep breath, and tried to will my heart to not beat out of my chest. I knock on the door and wait. The door slowly opens and his face appears smiling. I come in and look around, replacing the image I formed in my head with the real thing, then Jefferson takes my coat and purse and grabs me and kisses me.

And then I melt. I’m putty in his hands, ready to be molded how ever he wants.

Take off your shirt he whispers in my ear.
I’m wearing 2 I reply.
We’ll take it one by one then.
I take off my shirt and he flings it behind him and returns to kissing me.
This shirt too, take it off he commands.
I pull it over my head and drop it on the floor. And he returns again to kissing me.
Now your pants and shoes.
I step out of my shoes and pull of my pants. There I am standing in Jefferson’s livingroom clad only in my black lace underwear.
Close your eyes. I want to look at you

I shut my eyes and listen as I hear him walk around me. He comes behind me, presses his body against mine, wraps his arms around me, and rubs his hands over the front of my body. Then his hands go into my panties and he pulls them over my hips and down my legs.

He walks back in front of me and says Get on your knees. And keep your eyes closed. I’m going to give you my cock, but you’re first experience won’t include seeing it. I want you to just taste it, smell it, and feel it in your mouth.

I obediently kneel and wait. I hear him unzip his pants and I open my mouth ready to taste his cock for the first time. He places his cock on my lips and I take him in my mouth. I’m in heaven. I run my tongue along his cock as he gently thrusts in and out of my mouth.

He pulls out and I hear him zip up his pants. He squats in front of me, says into my ear, You did good.

He places his fingers in my mouth and I lightly suck on them.
On your hands and knees, I want you to follow me he says and guides me with his fingers still in my mouth back to his bedroom.
I crawl along, feeling the hard, cool floor on my palms and knees, and noticing the pattern of it. We stopped in front of my bed and wait for instruction.
Climb up on the bed.
I climb up and lay back. I sink into the bed and feel the softness of the comforter brush against my naked skin.

Jefferson lays down next to me and we embrace, kissing, and exlporing eachother’s bodies with our hands like the new lovers we are. The heat and excitement builds between us.

Is it alright if I tie you up now?
Yes I answer hoarsely.
Good he answers as he throws the pillows on the floor and grabs for the ropes behind the bed. He takes my right wrist in his hand and wraps the rope around it and ties a few simple knots. Then he moves and does the same to my left wrist.
Lose knots for our first date Jefferson explains to me.
I nod my head, but I already know this from reading his blog.
When he finishes tying my left wrist, my eyes follow him as he reaches into his bedside table drawer and pulls out a pair of clothes pins. My eyes light up like a kid on Christmas morning.
Do you mind clothes pins?
I shake my head no. I watch him closely as he places them on each of my erect nipples. I don’t even flinch or wince, as my nipples have grown accustomed to the feeling.

Jefferson bends down over me and bites down on the underneath part of my breast. He moves down my stomach leaving a trail of bite marks eliciting moans and grunts from me. Then he moves to the bottom of the bed, spread my legs apart, and taking my clit into his mouth. Jefferson takes his time working my clit and slipped two fingers in my pussy producing a feeling I have never, ever felt before. The g-spot does exist! I’m squirming and moaning under Jefferson, my body coming close to sensory overload with my nipples starting to heat up from the clamps, and intense pleasure Jefferson’s producing from my pussy.

He gets up and stands at the foot of the bed. His eyes are on me, and mine on him, as he undresses and slips a condom on his hard cock.
I’m going to fuck you now he tells me.

I watch him as he climbs on the bed and positions himself over me. I look down and see him slip in me, moaning as I feel his cock fill my pussy for the first time. I pull on my bindings lightly, wishing I could feel Jefferson and wrap my arms around him. Instead I look at him up and down taking his skin in through my eyes. He’s fair, like me, and as I learn later, his skin is soft and silky. My eyes move down his body and I watch as his cock moves in and out of me.

I close my eyes, feeling his cock pumping, moving my hips to match his rhythm, and feeling my nipples tingling and heating up more.

These are going to have to come off soon I think to myself.
Not now, I can take more, but in a bit I tell myself, knowing I’m gonna push myself as far as I can go today.

Jefferson’s speed starts to increase, and my moans get louder, and my breathing faster. He takes my legs and pushes them back, then ties them back at the ankle with the rope holding my wrists. Faster and harder he goes, watching me, watching my face, pulling moans and grunts deep from my lungs. The pain in my nipples starts to overshadow the pleasure from being fucked, they feel like they’re on fire. But I hold out for longer still.

Slap! I feel Jefferson’s hand across my right cheek and jaw. I feel the heat immediately. Had it been anyone else other than Jefferson that did that, I might have said something, but with him, oh man with him I just wanted more.

His hand goes over my throat and restricts my breathing slightly. Anything he wants is his. He backs his hand off and I breath in deep.
What are you thinking? Tell me what’s on your mind Jefferson asks.
I pause momentarily, finding breath to speak My nipples are on fire I forcefully whisper.
Can you feel my cock in your hot pussy?
I nod my head yes, but it’s my nipples that a drawing all my attention and concentration. I bite my tongue waiting still to say anything. Pushing it, 10 more seconds, 2o more, 30 more…I can’t take it anymore, I feel like they’re going to explode.
My nipples…I can’t… I muster, forcing out the words past the haze I’m in from the searing pain and hard fucking I’m taking.

Jefferson stops fucking me, and I watch as he places his fingers on each pin, ready to unclamp them. I clench my jaw waiting for the pain I’ll feel as the blood rushes back into my already aching nipples. 1, 2, 3, and Jefferson’s taken them off. I let out a small cry and arch my back, thrusting my chest up as the pain peaks and falls to a hot, but less intense ache. He goes back to fucking me, thrusting steadily in and out.

But within seconds Jefferson takes my breast in his hand and flicks at my nipple making my body jump and I cry out louder. His mouth moves and takes my nipple in his mouth sucking and biting on it. The fire was back and I writhed underneath him and screamed from the pain. He fucked me faster and slapped my mouth hard, for being too loud I’m sure, but I can’t keep quiet the pain had just completely taken over my brain. My eyes are clenched shut with a white haze under my eye lids, my face is twisted in pain, and my mind is blank, overloaded from the torture on my nipples. Jefferson covers my mouth to muffle the sound. The pain contintues to increase as it travels from my nipple through my whole body. I scream louder into Jefferson’s palm. Jefferson slaps my mouth again before covering it back up.

My body shakes and I dry sobs escape from my throat.
You sound like you’re going to cry I hear from far away. I breathe in as Jefferson takes his mouth off my one nipple, then scream again as he takes the other one back in his mouth. There are no tears, and none even forming, but sobs break their way in between screams.

I have never experienced any kind of pain like this. I had a bruise on my shin after a car accident that when touched would make me lose my breath and see starts, but now that wasn’t even 1/100th of the pain I was feeling then. Didn’t compare in length of time of feeling it, in intensity, and certainly not in my willingness to endure it.

I had never felt this kind of submission before either. I had been experimenting in submission for nearly two years, but knew I wasn’t submitting fully. The first few times I played with Rick, the fellow who would occasionaly bind me, I let myself test my limits, but I was never all that attracted to him and wasn’t overly concerned about pleasing him. I wanted it to be about me and I had no problem trying to manipulate him to get what I wanted.

I was cheating myself though too. I wanted to submit. I wanted to go as far as I could, then take one more step for “him” (Him being whoever it was I trusted to take me there). And I found that in Jefferson. Reading his and his friends’ blogs I saw how much they all trusted and respected him. Everyone seemed to automatically defer to his authority. And I could see the trust respect people had for him was earned and well deserved. And Jefferson gave it back out where it was due. He never broke a limit or crossed a boundry. I could see it was important to keep people’s trust and respect.

Without ever meeting him, I trusted him and respected his dominance and authority. I was comfortable enough to share my secret desires and hidden secrets. I wrote about my fantasies of submitting, being bound, fucked, and beaten, and wanting to feel safe and guided through it all. I shared the story of the first time I was with a girl and how it’s her I still picture in my girl/girl fantasies. I revealed about my growing desire to see two men together, and I opened up about my newest curiousity to dominate a man.

And I let him in my my most guarded sex secret: I have never cum with a man. Not once. Not even a tiny one. Well, alright, maybe a few slight shudders, but nothing deemed worthy of being called an orgasm. I could only produce them at home with a vibrator. I was used to the quick fix I got from using a vibrator. It was fast, usually producing an orgasm in 5 minutes or less, and on occasion, even under a minute. The orgasms are great- very intense, and it is nice not spending forever to get them. But it was only about cumming for me. It wasn’t about feeling good even. That’s what sex was for.

Sex felt good- hands on my body, kisses on my mouth, and a cock filling my pussy… I stopped caring early on that I wasn’t cumming. I learned that if I worried about cumming, it would spoil the whole experience. It’s gotten to the point where I even get close to cumming, I reach a peak, but can’t get past it to cum. With each new lover, I’ve thought about telling them I can’t cum, thinking they’re someone who can help me find it, but usually do to a lack of emotional intimacy between us, I hold back. I’ll get to my peak (or when I’m tired) and let out a cry satisfying my partner’s want for me to cum, and then concentrating on drawing out their orgasm. So while I wouldn’t get an orgasmic release, even though it was something I wanted to experience with a partner, my constant hunger for physical intimacy was temporarily relieved.

But I told Jefferson. We had that emotional intimacy. Even after only a few days of talking. I knew he would have enough patience, stamina, and skill to help me find my orgasm. I didn’t know if I’d be able to do it the first time we got together, but I was confident he wouldn’t give up on me. Boy I think it’s good he didn’t know how much pressure was on him for when we met, lol. But I wanted to give him my orgasm. And I’m guessing he wanted just as badly, maybe even more, to give me my orgasm.

But now, back to the action, that was a long enough aside, so where was I? Ah yes- the excrutiating pain in my nipples. The seconds felt like hours. I didn’t know if would ever stop. But that was OK, I was Jefferson’s to use as he wanted. It hurt like an SOB, but asking to stop never occured to me. There weren’t any words in my head. But saying stop wasn’t even an option in my mind. I was straddling my limit, but intent to stay there until Jefferson decided it was enough. Standing on the edge for what seemed like an eternity, Jefferson finally releases my nipple. Relief comes quickly and my lungs expand finding breath.

Jefferson slows down his thrusting as I catch my breath.
Do you need a break? He asks me.
No, I’m OK.
He stays with me, making love to me slowly. My body relaxes into the easy pace. After awhile he pulls out and moves, pulls off his condom and takes a bottle of lube from the bedside drawer.
I want to finger you for a bit now.
He squirts some lube into his hand and rubs in into my pussy, gently inserting two fingers. Pumping them in and out he curls his fingers, hitting that sweet spot again and again. I feel as Jefferson places another finger in me, filling me up.

He pumps deep into me and puts his hand on my lower abdomen and presses down firmly. I can’t say why it works, but it makes me moan even louder (and makes me have to pee, but I’m tied up with a few fingers in my pussy, not the best time to want a bathroom break, lol). Jefferson stays fixed on my g-spot. I can feel my pussy getting hot and swelling up, my pussy feels so full, maybe he even has 4 fingers in me.

My body is just on auto-pilot. My breathing is fast and shallow, I’m squirming, fighting against my bindings, moaning, groaning, and grunting as Jefferson manipulates my pussy. I really can’t describe the feeling. It’s unlike anything else in the world. The warmth and pleasure just radiates through my body taking over, driving me crazy, like a wild animal. It sounds kinda corny, but that’s what it’s like.

After a thorough work out on my g-spot, he pulls out slowly and gently unties the bindings from my ankles and wrists while I catch my breath.

Are you thirsty? Do you need some water?
Yes, I’d love that.
He goes to the kitchen to get the water, and I relax, looking around the room, reading some titles from the books on his shelves, and taking in the city view in his window. Jefferson returns with 2 glasses in his hand. He puts one down on the bedstand close to him, and the other by me.
That one’s for you. He indicates.
Thank you I say turning and reaching for it. My mouth is so parched and the water tastes so good. I set the glass down on the table and turn back to Jefferson.

We lay still for a bit, quietly resting, my hand nestled in his. I try and fight the sleep but ultimately can’t help drifting in and out of a light sleep. I feel a finger brush lightly over a nipple making me flinch and waking me up.

You’re going to have to leave in a half hour, so what would you like to do until then? Jefferson asks me.
I think about it for a second, but nothing specific comes to mind. Anything you want is fine with me.
I’ll fuck you for awhile then he says pulling out a condom and rolling it on.
He’s about to push inside me when the phone rings.
Sorry, this is so rude… he says before answering.
It’s OK I say and grab for another sip of water.

Yeah, she’s right here… She does anything I want….You might just meet her…OK, see you in a bit.
That was my friend Meg, she’s staying with me for the weekend, and was very nice to vacate the apartment for a bit so I could meet you. You read her blog?
Yeah, I read all of ‘em
Well she’s on her way back, so if you’re not up for meeting her you can run now, or just think it over as I fuck you…. from the other room he says as he runs out of the room for a second (unlocking the door I’m guessing)
I wasn’t in the mood to go anywhere, I was having such an amazing time, and besides, it’d be cool to meet another author of a blog I read all the time.

Jefferson comes back in and starts fucking me again. I think it’s a given I have no interest in leaving. He fucks me hard from the start.
Your pussy feels so tight and swollen from so much fucking he says.
I muster a nod, acknowledging what he said.
Jefferson grabs my wrists and pins them down to the bed by my shoulders. I squirm a bit and his grip tightens. Good. We keep fucking, his thrusts hard and deep. Then he grabs my legs lifting them up on his shoulders, raising my hips off the bed.
Am I hitting the same spot as before with my fingers?
Unh, yeah… I say as you pin my arms back down.
In and out, in and out he’s fucking me, never missing a beat, and I lose myself in the rhythm. One hand releases and arm and goes to my throat, tightening around it cutting off my air. I struggle, feeling the blood rushing into my head. He loosens his grip and I gulp in a few breaths of air before he tightens again. He lets go again and moves his hand back to my arm.

I feel the familiar tingling that sometimes happens when I have really intense sex, and it’s spreading to all my extremities. It starts in my fingers, through my hand and moves to my toes. Then it surges back up to my face, finding a place in my cheeks, nose, and tip of my tongue. Jefferson keeps fucking me harder and harder. Soon I hear Meg come in the apartment, and I get even more turned on knowing someone’s out there and can hear us. So I moan a little louder, lol.

The tension and heat keeps rising in my pussy, coming close to what in a normal person would be an orgasm. This is the peak where I usually let out the fake cry and move on, but I won’t do it with Jefferson. I just have to try harder.

My hands clench into fists and pound the bed in frustration. Come on, come on, come on, Fucking cum! What is wrong with me?? Why am I so deffective? I argue in my head. I try and focus on everything I’m feeling. I focus on Jefferson’s cock fucking my pussy, his hands clenched on my arms, the tingling taking over, paralyzing my hands and toes, words becoming harder to form in my head, nearly impossible to speak.

Talk to me- what’s going on? Jefferson inquires.
I can’t cum I force out. I want to, but I can’t.
You’re close though aren’t you?
Yeah.
It’s OK, I’m not going anywhere, I’m not cumming tonight.
Ok, ok…

Jefferson keeps fucking me at maxium intensity. The tension keeps rising.
I’m right there I say in frustration.
Come on, come on, come on I tell myself.
Come on, come on, come on I hear Jefferson mutter.
I need my clit fingered for there to be any chance of an orgasm. I try to tell Jefferson, but I can’t speak. I can only get the F out.
Fh…fh……fh…finger…..finger my clit I force out.
Jefferson moves a hand to my clit and starts rubbing it.
Harder… I ask and he puts more pressure on it.
Faster I say, but he takes my hand and replaces his.
Here, do it…if you give me what I want, I’ll beat your ass good.

I regain control of my hand and as fast and hard as I can, work to coax the orgasm out of me. I’m focusing so hard I even stop breathing. I push my body further and further…and then I feel it- my pussy clamps down on Jefferson’s cock and starts pulsing, the orgasm spreading through my body. I gasp and moan feeling the warmth spread, peak, and now start to subside.

I’m laying on the bed, eyes still shut, panting, stunned from disbelief.
Did we get it? Jefferson asks.
I nod slowly, Uh huh I say smiling.
We lay still for a bit regaining a bit of energy.
I think it’s time for your birthday spanks…
20?
And one more to grow into…Mind if we invite Meg to watch? It’d be rude not too…
Yeah, sure, tell her to come in. I feel bad she’s been out there waiting.

Oh Meg! Jefferson calls into the other room
Yes? I hear her reply.
Would you like to watch me beat Avah’s ass?
Yes! I’d love to!
She walks in the room and I meet another stranger behind a blog. She’s nothing really what I pictured. I always saw her as a brunette , yet I was now meeting a red-head!

After the introductions Jefferson tells me to turn over. My body’s so exhausted it’s a struggle to turn onto my stomach.
Is that how you present yourself? On your knees! And where’s the audience? Jefferson says to me.
I get up on my knees and turn until I fnally face the right direction. I’m so buzzed I can’t really think straight.
See what I have to work with? Jefferson jokes. And spread your feet, Meg likes a nice pussy shot.
I spread my knees further and wait quietly.

Jefferson starts on my ass with his hand, warming it up with easy smacks. He picks up a whip and works it over my ass and back. I take it quietly, breathing steady as I feel the intensity slowly rise. I’m focused on taking as much as I can today, and I know I still have a ways to go so far.

He moves by my head and brings the whip down on my shoulders.
This is the cat-o-nine he informs me. Ever have this used on you before?
No I say, shaking my head. I’m breathing through the warmth spreading over my skin.
Jefferson picks up another tool and lands it on my ass. I jerk from the impact.
This is a slapper. It tends to leave marks.
I nod my head, knowing from past experience. This one always smarts. He spends a good amount of time with this one. He brings it down hard against my ass producing louder moans and making my body jump. My ass gets hotter and hotter, my breathing quickens, and I feel my skin getting damp from sweat. Jefferson pauses and runs his hands lightly over my ass, but I flinch and pull away when he goes over an ultra-sensitive spot. My legs shake slightly underneath me. Come one Avah, keep going, you’re doing good, you’ve got so much more in you I say to myself.
Then Jefferson grabs something else and runs it along my back. I can feel it’s a crop.
This is a crop he tells me. He takes a few swats with it, landing one in the crack of my ass, making me yelp.
Oh that did sting, didn’t it? He swats a few more times, making them harder than the last one. Then he drops it and grabs something else.
Do you like canes? he asks me.
I’ve never done it before.
It makes a sharp sting. Here, this is what it looks like. He says slowing me as I pick my head up to see it. Oh my god.
Jefferson taps the cane lightly on my shoulders and ass showing me how it feels.
I think it’s time for your 21 swats now.
Ooh, Jefferson, think we should make her count? Meg suggests.
Excellent idea! Avah- can you count for us?
Ok I say meekly.
What was that?
Ok, I say a bit louder.
We’re a bit hard of hearing back here…
Yes! I respond even louder.
Good, that’s better.

Smack! One!
Smack! Two!
Smack! Three!
Smack! Four! I cry out each time into the bed.
Smack! Five! I scream and recoil away.
Jefferson gives me a few seconds to recover before continuing…
The next set comes making me cry out louder, sweating more, and squirming with each swat.
Smack! Ahhhhgh! Thirteen!! Wretched unlucky 13. The swats getting much harder and more difficult to bear.
Fourteen, fifteen, sixteen, seventeen, all come down harder than the last making me scream into the bed and producing more dry sobs like before.
You can cry if you want. Jefferson offers.
After 17 comes down, Jefferson asks How old were you when you lost your virginity?
17
Smack! 18?
No, no, that was part of 17.
I groan. But we’re almost at 21. So close.
Smack! 18!
Smack! 19!
Then I feel a light smack come down. I pause, not sure what to do. Did you want me to count that?
Uh, no, it’s hard, I’m trying to avoid that tender spot and but not concentrate on one area too much.
Smack! Ahhh mother fucker!!…20!! I cry out, covering my head with my hands. Last one.
Smack! Ugh!! 21!!! I cry as the last one lands firmly across both cheeks.

Jefferson drops the cane and tends to my ass, but I pull away, it being too tender for even the slightest touch. I relax on the bed for awhile, exhausted, and trying to get energy to get up and leave. I eventually muster up the strength and make my way to the bathroom to finally pee after 3 hours, and try and fix the mess that took over my hair. I see my ass in the mirror and let out and astonished cry. It’s bright red and covered in welts and bruises. Not to mention it’s on fire.

You could fry an egg on that ass Jefferson points out. Then he tells me to grab my clothes and bring them into the bedroom to get dressed. I go and gather my clothes and bring them to the room with me. I pull on my tank top and take my panties, turning them right side out, when Jefferson swipes them out of my hands!
You’ll have to come back and get these later.
You’re taking my panties? I love those though!
You’ll get ‘em back!
But, but, you’re taking my panties?
Come here…
No, no, that’s ok, you can have them.
Oooh, raw denim rubbing against your ass, that’s gonna hurt Meg points out.
And they’re snug too Jefferson adds.
Oh man I groan. I stare at my pants, looking for the courage to put them on.
I take a deep breath, grab them, and slip them on up to just underneath my ass. I pause before pulling them all the way up. I slide them over my ass and wince in pain. Alright, not so bad, but then again, I’m not sitting yet.

I finish dressing then Meg and I say our goodbyes. Jefferson dresses and walks me to the door. He helps me with my coat and we kiss goodbye, both already waiting for the next time we can see eachother. I walk to the elevator on weak legs, drunk from an earthshattering afternoon. As I wait for the elevator, I pull my hair up into a bun, trying to disguise the look of sex. I step into the elevator and swear the smell of sex fills it, and I’m convinced everyone knows. I smile to myself about my secret. I walk back to my car, thinking about the events that just happened, and already looking ahead to when I can see Jefferson again.