Valentine's Day

i love You, my Owner, my Wife, my Daddy - i am Yours, forever.

Bruises

It's been too long since I've posted an update, here, though I must admit that the quiet of the last week and a half has been absolutely lovely and has captured my Owner's and my attention most thoroughly. Instead of a week and a half of ravishing each other in the quiet and privacy of our house-sitting gig, we've mostly been just luxuriating in the peacefulness of a home devoid of teenagers and their booming young man-voices.

However, outside of my previous entry, we did enjoy one other really phenomenal evening together where there was much ravishing, oh yes....

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Once again, we found ourselves alone. We'd gone out to dinner and on the way back, Syr began teasing me, making me blush and giggle, promising me all the things that She intended to do with me. I wasn't sure how much of it was actual promises and how much of it was simple teasing but none the less, I found myself getting all kinds of excited.

We were just getting settled in back at the house, when my Owner called me to come to Her. She was standing before the open toybag, considering thoughtfully and I watched Her, trying to do my best to stand still. She turned to me, then, holding me close from behind, Her arms wrapped around me until one hand reached up to cover my mouth and nose, taking my breath and dropping me firmly into subspace.

Once I had a chance to regain composure, She had me lay out our favourite big fluffy towel and, after fastening my collar around my neck, put me into my usual down position, but had me raise my bum very high up in the air. This position exposed the area that She likes to call my "sweet spots" very well.

She started with her hands, which are quite honestly the best thing in the world - better than paddles or crops or canes or floggers - Her hands are my deliverance, and I am always grateful to be on the receiving end of them.

She warmed me up slowly but when I squirmed, out of nowhere came "the ouchy thing" which is a rubber, flexible cane that if She is being kind, She will loop back on itself which makes it less ouchy. But, when I tried to squirm away from Her hands, She wasn't kind and let the full length of the ouchy thing smack hard against my sensitive sweet spots. She only had to do that twice throughout the evening, because - OWIE, so I did my very best to sit so still!

She rained bare-handed blows down on my ass until it felt red hot, and then She would pause and rake Her fingernails along the sensitive skin there, causing me to cry out. And that was the most wonderful part - being able to make noise. We rarely have opportunities for this degree of privacy and so I was able to let go of that part of me that is always trying to keep things quiet, and just moan, groan, whimper, and plead. My Owner seemed to really.... really... like that. :)

She spanked me for what felt like a really, really long time. She switched to a paddle (the ping pong kind with texture one side and smooth the other), but it didn't seem as intense as Her palm and so She switched back to hands. There was something about the way She was holding Her hands that was just really powerful and intense. Once warmed up, She went at me with the flogger, and even still I craved Her hands the most.

I was near tears by the time She was done and my ass was red-hot to the touch and so very sensitive. She looked and saw that I was already bruised and was very pleased as I don't bruise easily. On that note She threw me on my back, and in moments it seemed She had buried Her cock deep inside me. I was crazy-sensitive at this point. The rough texture of the towel was chaffing against the sensitive skin on my ass and I was swollen and wet and ready for Her as well, so you can imagine it wasn't long before I was begging, pleading for release.

My Owner made me wait, curling Her right arm beneath my head and pulling me close as She drove ever deeper and harder, commanding me to let go - to just let it all go. When She finally granted me permission to cum, I did - and hard. I was sobbing for a long while, and then it would subside and She would drive into me harder still and command me to let go and I would, sobbing even harder. It was a marvelous release and I would cry and laugh and cry some more but I really did let so much go. As I came and cried and moaned against Her shoulder, she crooned, "Good girl" to me. Those moments are the sweetest bliss. Not only was She giving me this beautiful gift of release but praising me for being able to let it all good. It felt amazing.

Afterward, as She held me, I thanked Her, and She whispered "You're welcome, little girl" as She does, and then hugged me even closer, kissing my temple.

This was several days ago, and bruises still cover my sweet spots. Bruises are hot, fun, lovely, re deliciously delectable reminders of the fact that I am Owned. (And Syr has sure enjoyed pinching, patting, and squeezing my bruised bum at random over the last few days as well).

Life couldn't be much better than this, could it?

"Let Me in."

"Come here." my Owner commanded as I stood in front of Her, the two of us alone for the first time in.... a long time. She snapped Her fingers and pointed at the place in front of Her feet and I hesitated, almost nervous, or perhaps it was something else. But I did kneel.

There was something about the look in Her eyes that I could feel - an intensity and a time for seriousness. I responded to that energy, almost subconsciously, as I felt myself begin to settle into the flow between us - Her assertion of power and my surrendering of it.

My Owner asked for each ankle and wrist in turn, attaching the neoprene cuffs that, while less exciting to look at than many other similar devices, serve their purpose nicely. She pulled out the lavender collar and asked me, "Who owns You, little girl?" as I tipped my head forward resting my throat against the supple leather.

"You do, Syr." I whispered in reply as She buckled it snugly behind me. Moments later, She clipped one end of the chain leash to my collar and I gasped as she hung the cold chain down my back.

I was silent, contemplative and sinking steadily into slave-space as She retrieved the nipple clamps, also connected to one another by a cool chain and again I gasped in wordless complaint as I felt the chain against my chest but I held my breath when She attached the clamps to each nipple. I felt, fully adorned. It isn't often that I am granted the opportunity to be decorated in this way for my Owner and I felt it intensely, the surrender of self becoming closer to the forefront of my mind.

With a hand against my back, Syr pressed me forward until I was in my 'down' position, forehead and knees on the floor, ass high. I feel so exposed in this position but this feeling was magnified a hundred times by the accessories I wore and especially the chain dangling between my nipples, the weight of the clamps pulling on them by the position I was in.

I heard my Owner put on a latex glove and I trembled, lightly as I listened to the sound of the lube being squeezed onto Her finger. I had little time to think before Her finger was pressing against my anus, the position I was in allowing me little option for resistance though I unconsciously tightened.

She began slowly, pressing Her slippery, gloved finger against this most private opening, in small pulses. She slid Her finger in and the smoothness of the latex and the slipperiness of the lube made it easy and I felt suddenly very invaded and very owned. Her finger moved inside me more insistently and I whimpered against the feeling of being claimed in this way. She crooned to me to relax as She continued to move inside me.

"Let me in, little girl" She growled and I automatically relaxed further, letting Her finger slide easily. "Good girl", She crooned and I whimpered - simultaneously wishing it to never stop and wondering when it would. I love this sensation but can't admit it in the moment because if an inherent sensation of guilt or shame - yet I trust my Owner and the feeling of surrender I experience when we play in this way is all encompassing and ultimately it wins out.

"What are you thinking about?" She asked me and I whimpered, words lost on me.... I couldn't form coherent sentences let alone let Her know what I was thinking. "Are You thinking about how it might feel if this was My cock instead of My finger, little girl?" Syr asked provocatively but I couldn't answer Her. Yes, I was thinking of Her cock in my ass.... and I felt so dirty for thinking it - but I was. I felt so overwhelmed by something so small as Her finger, how would Her cock feel? But most of all it was the steady insistence of Her finger as it slid in and out of me so smoothly that kept distracting me. I felt owned. "Good girl...." She whispered again as She moved Her finger away and pressed the small butt plug into my ass in its place. Once situated, I felt filled and utterly submissive.

She had me sit up then and I looked up at Her, feeling so floaty and owned and fully surrendered, and, after removing the nipple clamps, Syr replaced Her gloves, and had me open an individually sealed alcohol swab. I glanced next to Her and saw the needles.... and shakily opened the package for Her.

She swabbed the front of my left breast and waisted little time opening the first needle and positioning it against the small bit of skin She held pinched with Her other hand. In one swift motion, She pierced my skin and I gasped, feeling the first surge of endorphins course through me. Too much skin sat between the base and tip of the needle and She had to pull back and re pierce and that stung even more, making me hiss through my teeth. The second one went in and again needed a slight adjustment, but thankfully, Syr seemed satisfied with the third.

She handed me another swab to open and swabbed my right breast, this side didn't require any re piercings and by the time the third needle on the right was in, I was very floaty, almost meditative.

Syr offered me my choice of colour from some embroidery floss laid out next to Her. I don't remember picking a colour but I wasn't very focused and She pulled out some black floss and began winding it carefully between the needles. She created a criss-cross corset-like pattern connecting my two breasts. I had to pay attention to my posture as any slouching would cause the floss to slacken. Satisfied with the lacing, She added a second colour - pink - for highlights on Her work before tying it off. The effect was very pretty, and the ornamental decoration of the floss made me feel very objectified in the most delicious kind of way.

Finished with the needles, Syr clipped my wrist cuffs together behind my back. This was helpful for my posture as it pulled my breasts slightly apart. Unloosing my leash from my collar, Syr had me stand and led me by my leash to another room where She gestured me down to my knees. She settled me there, re-clipped the handle of the leash to my collar and made sure I would be okay before letting me know She would be right back - and that I was not to move.

I remember sitting there, swaying... floating, and being so still as I listened to Her move to another room. I had little awareness of time passing, though later on I realized She had been gone longer than the short time it felt like (though probably only five minutes, if that).

When She came back, She stood very close behind me and I felt Her denim clad legs against my back. Her hands stroked lightly across my shoulders and then Her right hand curled around to the front of my throat, the barest touch arching me back against Her. She unclasped my wrist cuffs, freeing my arms for movement and within seconds Her right hand had moved up from my throat to clamp tightly over my nose and mouth.

I was so surrendered to Her at this moment, so fully encompassed in trust that I didn't move, nor try to breathe, I just sank into the sensation. Syr tried to startle me, to cause me to instinctively gasp for breath but I was much too softened for that and then She whispered in my ear, "let me feel you struggle, little girl..." and I brought my awareness forward again, and tried to take a single breath. The lack of air flowing into my lungs allowed me to relax into the struggle and my hands reached behind me, grabbing at Her legs and higher.... finding the thick hardness of Her cock and holding on tight as She held firm, keeping me from any chance at a breath for several moments before pulling me back against Her and letting go.

She moved in front of me and, my leash held firm in Her hands and I leaned back, partly intentionally and partly because I was just so lost in a sea of sensation. She was worried that the leash wasn't secure and grabbed my collar, Her fist curled against the front of my throat and I really leaned back this time, letting my body go slack. I felt, for a moment, as if I were flying - so completely surrendered to trust, knowing I was safe in my Owner's grasp.

I blinked, and realized that my Owner's cock seemed so close, no longer hidden beneath blue denim but exposed, and Syr's hands curled in my hair, pulling me closer as my mouth opened to take Her in. I moaned loudly around Her cock, loving the way it slid along my tongue, nudging at the back of my throat and Syr's hands tightened even more in my hair, pressing Her cock deep and then moving Her hips slowly - fucking my mouth. My hands reached up to grab onto Her jeans, holding onto Her pockets as if they were handles, as She encouraged me - "Show Me how much you want My cock, slave", She ordered and I obeyed as I hungrily sucked Her cock. I took it deep and swirled my tongue lavishly around the head, whimpering as She drove hard into my mouth until, suddenly, she pulled Her cock away and I mewed softly at the sudden emptiness between my lips.

"Ask Me to fuck you." She ordered, and I obeyed, the words coming easily - so lost in desire was I, and She pushed my back, forcing me down and forward onto my knees, and I noticed the slack of the embroidery threads between the piercings in my breasts. Everywhere I could move my awareness within my body was lit up with sensation. Syr reached behind me and pressed the button on the plug still snug in my ass to turn it on and the vibrations lit up the sensitivity inside me as I heard Her apply lube to Her cock, already slightly moistened from the tongue bath it had just received.

In seconds, Her cock was buried deep inside of me and I was lost. There was nothing outside of this time with my Owner, this surrender. I was claimed and lost and hungry and filled. In mere moments, I was begging to cum. She granted my wish and I came hard, filled and overwhelmed and shuddering I came again... and again... until She finally granted me reprieve and I, shuddering, sobbing, unable to move, collapsed at Her feet.

Syr touched me gingerly, removed the plug from my ass, the needles from my breasts, and the cuffs from my ankles and wrists. After helping me to clean up, She snuggled me close to Her. It was some time before I could open my eyes, and it was some time after that before I could even attempt to walk. I crawled a fair bit in the hour or two following.

I slept in my Owner's collar all night and She did not remove it until nearly noon the following day. What a glorious night.