Intimidation GONE

A long frustrating week at work is over and next week I start my part time schedule, yay. That should have put me in a very good mood, it didn't. I was tired and being very quiet. Musicman gets suspicious when I'm quiet, cause it so rarely happens. He asked me several times if I was OK, of course I said I was. He didn't believe me, smart guy.

I was lying on the bed, just staring at the TV, not interacting with him at all. He came over and laid down next to me and started pinching my nipples and said he thought someone needed a spanking. Can't argue with that logic, so I didn't. He also said he wanted to see the nipples clamps on me. Okay.

Then he went and got in the shower and left me to wait for what would happen when he was done. My mood was already improving and unlike some, I was looking forward to what would be coming soon. He takes very quick showers so I didn't have long to wait.

He joined me again on the bed when he was done showering. He told me to take my clothes off, so I did. He got out the nipple clamps and put them on. My girls aren't very big so it was a bit awkward at first, but we soon managed to get them on. First one, with a minute to breath as the clamps tightened down on my nipple, then the next one and another minute to breath. The first surges of pleasure blossoming and spreading throughout my body.

He chose that moment to tell me that while not tonight, someday soon we would be trying the other clamp. I don't know if I'm just crazy or the waves of pleasure rolling through my body made me say it. But, I did admit that while I wasn't brave enough to try it on my own, I do want to try it.

He reached for the headboard to get the wooden spoon. I rolled over and was up on all fours in the blink of an eye. The weight of the chain hanging down between the clamps was delicious. The swats began, interspersed with much rubbing and licking and even a few gentle bites.  He was quite thorough and covered my bottom and thighs and didn't neglect my calves either. I know that may sound a bit unusual, but I like it. I experienced a particularly serious back and hip injury a few years ago that cause my leg muscles to get very tight. We discovered that gentle swats to the calves always loosen them up and it feels heavenly.

I did manage to stay up on all fours even though I'm not good at holding still. Every swat causes a small or sometimes, not so small, movement from me. Every movement made the chain on the clamps sway which caused more waves of pain/pleasure to wash through me. With the stimulation of the clamps and the spanking I was immediately lost in the fog of subspace. Floating along on a cloud of intense pleasure, building with every sting of the paddle and sway of the chain.

I have no idea how long the spanking lasted, but by the end I was practically levitating off the bed with the strength of the orgasm barrelling through my body. I collapsed back onto the bed, every muscle a tingling mass of goo. He flipped me over to my back and hauled me back down the bed. I have no idea how I got so close to the edge, but I almost fell off. Who would have thought a king size bed wouldn't be a big enough playground?

He hauled me down the bed by my ankles, he didn't let go until he had spread me wide. Then he attacked and I was soaring again as he started with his tongue. All efforts to concentrate, or even think were lost, only the feel of his hands and tongue taking me to heaven over and over again registered.

At some point he retrieved the bullet vibe from the headboard, he used my own juices as lube, there was plenty let me tell you. He started to insert it in the back door as he continued on with his wonderful ministrations. At this point nothing but pleasure registers, not even my own body existed anymore.

He started giving me directions, good thing he did as I wouldn't have been able to initiate doing anything myself by then. The bullet vibrating away in my ass, his tongue lapping at me, diving deep to touch my g spot and my hand rubbing away at my clit as he had directed me. I had not a care in the world.

I have no clue how many times I came, but it's safe to say we easily hit double digits. I was exhausted and my body was literally shaking, every muscle fatigued from all the orgasms. I didn't think I could go on, except, I really needed him to fuck me. It really doesn't matter how many times I come or how tired I am, I never feel totally satisfied until I feel him come.

He knows this, but asked me anyway if I wanted him to fuck me. Of course he knows I do, I think he just likes to hear me beg for it. Not a problem there, I was already begging for it. He was happy to oblige and ordered me onto my knees and he took me from behind. One of my very favorite positions.

I remember him asking if I wanted to feel him come deep inside me or all over my back. I was incapable of making any kind of decision at that point and words totally escaped me anyway.  He chose to pull out and spray my back, he covered me all the way to my neck. As soon as I felt it the last orgasm hit me and I collapsed unable to do anything more then gasp for breath.

He said that should start the weekend right, no grouchy faerie to contend with now. He was right too, I'm not at all grouchy. Of course after a bit of a rest and some nurishment we went for round two, cause I felt it appropriate to thank him for his most kind attention.

I'm not at all intimidated by the nipple clamps anymore and am one step closer to trying the other clamp.

End of an Interlude

Ah, the interlude is over, Musicman has gone back to work. Maybe now he will get some rest, lol. We were lying in bed last night, completely worn out and satisfied, when I asked him what he was going to tell his co-workers when they ask him what he did with his time off.

It seems a bit inappropriate for him to say that he made a paddle for his wife. Which makes it even more inappropriate for him to say he used it multiple times on her.  He could tell them how I made a temporary suede leather cover for the paddle that we test drove Saturday night. It's divine.

He could tell them how I can't resist playing with our shiny new toys and became a bit aggressive with the bullet vibe and my hands and mouth on his beautiful cock after the spanking. Or how that was just one of many times this weekend I had him in my mouth. Proof positive the man never gets tired of getting blowjobs. Heeheehee.

He could tell them how he turned the tables on me and tortured me with that bullet vibe until I was literally whimpering for more. He just chuckled, kinda fiendishly and took his time while he took my breathe away, repeatedly.

He could tell them how our plans for Sunday Morning were rained out. But it might not be such a good idea to share that instead, he woke me with roaming hands and soon had me whimpering again with pleasure, and that was before the flogger came into play.

He could tell them how it took 73 brass tacks for me to permanently fasten the leather on the paddle. I just covered one side, the other we left the way it was. The leather side has a bit more of a thud than the wood, which has a delicious sting to it. The anticipation between swats is just as powerful of a turn on for me as the actual swat. Knowing that all he has to do is switch from side to side to change the sensation is quite enticing to me. Knowing how well he reads me, I anticipate he will use it very effectively to keep me guessing.

We opted not to put holes in this one, he assures me has plenty of wood to make another one. So, at some point we will have a paddle with holes. Now, I just need to decide on the pattern for the holes, maybe a word.

I don't know what he will tell them, but I know it won't be any of the things I mentioned above. Musicman is never inappropriate, unlike me. He did comment to me that he is having more sex then when he was 28, or 38 for that matter. He assured me that was just an observation, not a complaint. That's always nice to know, especially since I'm the one he is having the sex with, just as it was when he was 28 and 38.

Today I have been cleaning the aftermath of the 4 days of play. Picking up clothing scattered randomly, in our haste to get naked. Towels galore, utilized for the many post coital cleanups, need laundered.  Sheets with the corners that popped free in the vigorous moments of play, removed and replaced with fresh. Don'tcha just love the challenge of clean sheets? Washing and putting away the vibes and paddles and floggers scattered around the area. We keep everything on the headboard of the bed, it's a mirrored bookcase headboard. Many more implements or toys and I am going to have to think of something else. It's getting crowded up there.

While I've been cleaning, various thoughts about the weekend have floated through my mind. Looking back at the things we tried that worked really well and the things that didn't. I asked Musicman yesterday if there was anything he hadn't done this weekend that he wanted too? There was one thing, yeah, that thing I can't name yet. It didn't happen, but we are making progress with it. We talked just a bit about why it didn't happen, and where we go from here, to get there.

I have realized we both have a few goals, things we would like to see happen on the next step of our journey. They are the same goals, but, as usual, we aren't approaching them the same way. This doesn't surprise me a bit, as we never do approach solving issues the same way. The discussions we had about this have given me the seeds of some answers, but they aren't fully bloomed yet. Once they are, I will propose them to Musicman and see what he thinks.

Unfortunately, it may be a bit before I get the chance to let them bloom as I start my new job tomorrow. I will be working full time for the next two weeks at least, so that will cut into my kinky thinking time. That's okay though, I am looking forward to starting this job and think in the long run, focusing on that for a bit will be a big benefit. Once I get through the orientation/training, which I don't anticipate will be more then two weeks, I will be able to settle in to a nice part time schedule.

Then, let the blooming begin. 

So, I may not be around as much the next few weeks, but if I'm not don't worry, I will be back soon and ready to play again.