Exploring Behind

Exploring Behind

Author: Wolfslut

My love kisses my ear one last time then stands up and away from me. I'm laying on my belly on the soft coffee table, a kind of elongated pouffe about 25 cm in height, corse woven olive brown cover. Not too pretty, a functional item only. My arms are stretched out in front of me and tied at the wrists with a cord. No socks this time, Master wont have them! As always I'm blindfolded, I'm starting to think Master will never let me see him. This position is very comfortable, I'm fully relaxed, even my wrists are if I slide one hand a little higher then the other, and let the heel of right hand sit on the wrist of my left then the cord barely even cuts.  Again it is his breathing that tells me that my Master is here. Rugged, hoarse, but this time I notice that it is more then the breathing, there is a certain suction feeling in the air, a magnitism for energy. As though the air particals all zone in on him and move in his general direction. I have barely anytime to process this before  with a sharp lash  on my behind he is leaning over me, warm breath tickling my ear and blocking out all other sound.

"Hello my Slut!" He rasps and his deep voice reaches inside me and shivers down my back.

"Hello  Master" I almost moan, I have longed for this man and my body instinctively reacts and wants to be wrapped in him. But I am still cautious, not sure of his mood yet, must tread carefully.  "been a long time Master" I whisper.

"It has my Slut" he agrees "I have missed you". He moves away from me again and I feel the soft  flogger trickling along my back, the leather is still cold, like gentle rain drops. Of course only until he raises it and slams it on to my naked ass. Then it's a lot of cold at once, but today this flogger is kind, it only ever  stings if it wraps around the sides of my hips or my thighs during a flogging.

"First we have the list of punishments to make our way through as you have not been a good little slut.  We will get through some of those today"
"Yes Master"  

"First there are two sets of ten for talking back and being cheeky when we told you to lose contact with certain people. I do not remember anymore what you said, but that's irrelevant you will still get your punishment. You will count! Is that clear?".

"Yes Master"

I count and thank him after every smack. The first ten are with the leather, the second set with the acrylic flogger. The twenty are soon followed by the next ten  and another ten after that for other  rules I havefailed to comply with.  After, he does what I love. He climbs on my back, his weight  pushing down into the pouffe and leans close to my ear.

"Good girl, my Slut. You have pleased me. I love you" he says directly into my ear.

"A kiss please Master?"  I squirm with pleasure and start moving slightly under him.

"You wish to kiss me my Slut?"

"Yes please Master"

"You must ask for permission 'Permission to kiss Master'" He says while biting my cheek.

"Permission to kiss Master please" I sigh.  His kisses are hard, aggressive, teeth cutting into my cheeks, catching my tongue.  But Passionate and just what I wanted.  I hold my breath and he moves back to my neck and ear, bitting and licking.

"Which flogger did you prefer Slut,  the first or the second?"
"The first Master"  I say truthfully as the acrylic one stings everytime, no matter how hard or where he uses it is.

"Did the second one hurt more?"
"Yes Master"
"Well then I prefer that one, so we are using that one. Did you ask for permission to rub your arse against me?"
"No Master" I say and lay very still.

"You need to ask"
"May I rub my arse against you?"
"You say: "Permission to rub my arse against you" Say it now!"
"Yes Master. Permission please to rub my arse against you Master?"
"Not. Given." And with that he pushes off the pouff.

He is behind me, near my feet.
"On your elbows, and knees!" He orders.

" Spread your legs!" I move my knees a little wider apart. He kicks them further apart still, I gasp, nearly loosing my balance altogether.

He is busy doing  something, there is a lot of rattlling, fabric rubbing and pulling and it takes a long time.  I'm trying to guess what he is doing, perhaps opening the wooden ruler we got recently? Surely that doesn't take that long.....there must be something else. I can't guess it just by the sounds. My curiosity raises my head, turns it towards him. He must be ready because in the next second he roughly turns and pushes my head back on to the pouffe and I adds a slap accross the ass cheeks and then on my cunt too.

"Oh! Aah! Thank you Master!"

Then he rams a big strap on cock into my cunt. And fucks me roughly with it, this dildo is shaped so that it presses on my  g-spot and the sensation is a constant tug-of-war between insane pleasure and intense pain. I can never decide which it is. But it makes me loud, makes me moan, makes me cry out. Master loves it. He is growling, grunting and swearing. Adding a slap here and there to my arse, so that my moans are broken by strangled thank yous.  

He stops before I cum. We are both panting.  I want more. I loved and hated the roughness of it.

"Crawl over to me here and sit on me!" I get up on my knees and turn. He is uncertain if I can find him, so he reaches for me and guides me.  I straddle him, while he leans back, instantly the dildo is painfully back,  deep inside me.

"Ghhhaaaargh" I half sigh and start to cautiously move. The cautious part doesn't last long. At first he orders me to be faster and when my speed still doesn't suit him, he grabs my waist and moves me himself. When that is not enough he combines with thrusting his hips up towards me. I think my vagina might split in half!

"Enough!" he says getting  up, I kneel  head bent down, waiting for my next instructions.  He places a peg on each nipple, my breasts swell a little in response and begin to tingle.

He fetches a chair, I hear my clothes being flumped on the floor. The chair creaks as he sits.
"Come here! Kneel infront of me! Suck my cock" I'm more then happy to do so.

"Suck it fast and deep. Make it hard" I suck till I gag, then I pause and continue. Soon he grabs my hair and moves my head for me, pushing himself even deeper into my throat. I taste bile, and blink tears. Involuntarily, I'm making a continues plunger noises. He continues.

"Yes! The sounds!" he growls. "More sounds!" I up the volume as I can.

"Gljuück gljuück gljuück GLJAARGH! " and my whole body convulses around his cock. He pulls out.

"Yes!" he says. I swallow as much of the saliva and stomach acids as I can back down, the rest dribbles out.  

"More!! Suck that cock Slut!" I swallow once more and the his cock is in my mouth again, in my throat again.

"Deeper! Do you like Master's cock Slut? Do you like the  taste?"
It baffles me how he expects me to answer with my mouth full of his cock, but I do my best: "gljes as-ter"

"Good" He says and thrusts himself as deep as he can down my throat. His cock starts to harden, I can feel the rush of blood.

"Can you feel that Master is pleased? Can you feel that your sucking is effective?"

"Gljes as-ter".
When deems himself ready he orders me back on to all fours over my pouffe. Then he leans over me, snakes an arm under my belly to pull at the pegs. Tingles of exquisite pain run through my breasts as he rumbles in my ear "I'm going sitck my cockhead in your arse. Don't be afraid I will use lots of lube".

"Aaaah....Yes Master".  I know I'm ready this time, Sir and I have practiced and prepared me for this. I'm not afraid.

The lube is cold, but his fingers sliding on my cunt and around my holes leaves me breathless. He pushes a slimey finger in my arse as a tester, I don't react badly to that so he switches it carefully for his cock. Master is gentle! And the feeling of him being in there is amazing. I zizzle, there is a pleasure spot or a nerve there that I'm sure has never ever been correctly stimulated. For the first time ever I am actually enjoying anal sex! I feel no pain from it at all and all my tension is gone. I am elated from success.   And just like that I know I want more of this! When he pushes all the way in I push back against him. I want him further in. I want him to move, I want his to be rougher. His pleasure drives me,  he is very vocal, his growling combined by his harsh breathing is one of the most amazing sounds I have ever experienced, every decible shoots tingles of joy to my core. Too soon he pulls out to check if I'm ok. I reasure him and ask for more. He pushes into my cunt this time and fucks me hard there. Then he is out again. I ask for more anal.

"Suck me now Slut!" he says settling on to the chair again.

I'm on my knees, I'm shuffling over to him. I have his cock craddled in my mouth and he is shoving it down my throat.

"You want Master's cock in your arse Slut?"

"Gljes as-ter"
"Good girl! Then make it very hard Slut" I work on that as vigourously as I can. Master comments on it and expresses he is pleased. This makes me work even more. Before I know it I'm ordered back on all fours and am rewarded with his cock pushing deeply into my bum hole again.

Then the alarm kills the game. Time is up. Master  winds down, slows his thrusts and pulls out again.

"I will leave now Slut. You have done very well. You have pleased your Master" He says in my ear. "I love you" he says once more and he is gone before I can reply. But I am smiling. I am uplifted, high on us.

Meeting Sir

Author: Wolfslut

It's not that I've never met Sir before. I have. He occassionally shows  himself for  fractions during the day, lashing out an order at me, or glaring at me accross the room, mostly I acknowledgeand apease him with a "yes Sir".  So,  we are most certainly beyond first introductions, but we have never played together before. Blindfolded now, I could sense him approaching me,  he didn't feel dangerous. A mild presence compared to my Master.

"Hello Sir" I say smiling, leaning my head back towards what I think is his direction, he is standing above and behind me,  while I am sitting on a chair, my head connects lightly with his chest. I feel at ease with him, a comforting presence.

"Hello slut" he replies, a soft smooth voice, no hint of Master's roughness. " you hands should be behind you!". He takes my wrist and secures it to the chair leg with a cable cord.
"This is our first play time together" I observe while making sure my hands and my feet are against the chair legs as he wants.

"It is my slut, it is. And since it is the first time we need to agree on our safe word. You'll say  "red" if things are getting too much. Is that clear?" He is tieing my other hand.
"Yes sir". Sir it seems i s more sensitive then Master, more practical too, Master would never  offer me a safe word! Also he is making me wear thick socks on my hands and feet, reason: cable cords can cut, and they would be difficult to explain away! Sir is certainly a new enigma to me.

Checking that my feet are securely tied too, he first plays with the massage wand on my cunt, the buzz is set to the highest, then shoves a dildo in it  and out again -a large red dildo that can fit a strap on, with wrinkles, folds, curvy bumps and a slight bend to it. An effective toy when combined with the wand, bringing me close to cuming.  All this time we are talking getting to know each other, Sir seems a little distracted, can't fully make up his mind about what he wants. He frees my hands, wants me to please my self, hand's me a slink white vibrator.
"Play with this" he orders. But I am also absent minded as I do what  I am told, right now I am truely more interested in trying to suss Sir, trying to learn who he is. Where is the boundary between him and Master? So I keep talking, asking questions. It seems, he doesn't like that, all too soon, I have over stepped the limit, he has enough of my chatter.

"Slut, you talk too much!" He takes the dildo from my pussy and shoves it in my mouth "Suck on this and such up"

"Ut at if I ro it?" I object my mouth full of silicon

"Oh you better not drop it, you will be in a world of trouble if you do" Perhaps I would like to explore that world.... A memory of my last true punishment from Master flits into my mind, I hold the dildo more firmly. But, this is Sir, not Master, perhaps punishment from Sir wont be so drastic?  Following my thoughts Sir declares "Don't for a moment delude yourself that I shant punish you Slut. I would. I will whip your arse red and more!"  To emphasise he wacks a cable cord on my thigh. A sharp local pain, a sudden sting, that doesn't last long but carries the message home. The dildo slides, my mouth is slippery and full of saliva, but I catch it just in time.  

"Keep fucking yourself with that vibrator!" Concentrating so much on clamping my teeth on the dildo, my hands had stilled on my cunt. Apparently multi tasking doesn't happen in some situations!

" I'm going to let you suck  my cock now". He stands over me one leg on either side, taking the dildo out of my mouth he pushed the back of my head with his hands so that my mouth is filled with his cock. Firmly he holds me there, pulling my hair a little at the roots. A pain that reminds me of my position, I have no choice but to suck him. Happy me!  Greedily I lick, suck, my tongue twirls, it dances, she's delighted, even when I run out of air. He lets me up, then lets me play with him again. I assume he is watching me, enjoying what he sees.
"That's enough now" he says, pulls away, puts the silicon cock back in my mouth. "Suck this while I prepare your treat".

Oh....the treat....
I am aprehensive about this. On my way home he told me to buy fresh ginger root. Like a good sub, I did that, a little confused about his intentions, especially since he asked for two whole roots! That's a whole lot of ginger!!  Later he satisfies my curiousity: he wants to make a ginger dildo! ....That's a scary thought to say the least....ginger is sharp, strong, and not something I would consider comfortable around my sensitive areas. He assures me it's safe, it'll just be a tingle that builds  and builds, gradually, he's read about it, and would like to try it, if I'm ok with it.  Well, anything once?  So here goes....

The scratching of the knife ceases, his carving work is done. I can feel his pride at his work, it makes me smile, makes me trust.  "Ready for this?" Sir is curteous!!!?? Master would never ask!

"Yes Sir" I say a little shocked.  He puts the small dildo in, I'm expecting to wait, it's supposed to take time to be effective,  and I'm listening to my body, I want to feel when the gentle tingle begins, I don't want to miss it. I hope it'll be amazing -

But....

It stings! It burns!  Tears spring to my eyes and I'm wailing! A high pitched keening. I hurts. Instantly! It fucking hurts!!
"Take it out!" I beg. "Take it out! Red, gods damnit red!" I'm not used to safe words, I don't have them with Master!
"Fuck!" he swears realising my pain "Sorry!" It's out. The pain continues. It was in for all of 5 seconds but the pain, oh fucking hell the pain! And it continues, despite it being out. Enough of the ginger oil has seeped into my skin, the pain is endless. I need to wash!
"Shall I untie you?" he asks, his voice is worried.  
I shake my head, there is no need to free  more then my hands, "Cream please!" Instinctively I know water will not be good enough, water willl just spread it, like when you eat chilli, you need to eat bread or rice to soak it, or drink milk, not drink water . This burns more then any chilli I have ever had in my mouth. "In the bathroom, by the sink, the big bottle with the push lid"

"Right" he says and is off looking before I have completed the sentence.  The burning is too intense, but thankfully he is back and gives me the cream. I massage my tortured pussy with it and slowly the pain is soothed. The cream is cool, the effect is most welcome.  My nerve endings calm down and I am once again able to be aware of my surroundings, not just  my body, not just zoned in on my cunt. Like someone turned on the lights in a room at dusk.  I feel exhausted. I feel the tears and sweat slowly drying on my skin. It is because of this focus, followed by a sudden exhaustion that I have barely any memory of this encounter. The ginger pain over shadowed it all! Even though afterwards we continue to play, I cannot write about it, the experiences are gone!

He unties my feet. "Do you want to stop?" he asks.

"No. I'm ok, we can continue" I say "But please, no more ginger"

"No, of course not".

My last memory of Sir before he leaves hours later :
"Sir, can I see your eyes"
"yes my slut" He removes my blind fold. For a second I look into his volcano eyes, the eyes of my soulmate, but now they are intense and grey going black, then he kisses me and Sir's presence is gone. When I next look, his eyes are softer and the golden brown specks that usually fleck his eyes are back, like the gold flecks my curiosity returns: I wonder what Master's eyes are like?