Well it's time to shake things up a bit around here and throw some life back into this weblog, i've been quiet for way too long

And what better way to start off than with a whiney-slavey-like complaint "Mwaah Master won't let me come anymore." Ok well that's not entirely true, He will in fact let me come, lots even, but i have to ask permission first.

That's not such a problem i hear you say, well it most certainly can be, given my apparent insane shyness to admit that i desperately want to come at any given time. It's the least difficult when Master is there with me, using me. Then it's all i can do to not scream it out. Just like the other night when Master had me on my hands and knees in front of Him, He thrust His fingers deep into my cunt, while He beat my back and arse with a leather tawse. His fingers were stretching my cunt wide open, pressing deep into it, that, combined with the lashes of the tawse had me grinding my cunt harder onto His fingers, licking His feet, just wanting more and more and begging Him to allow me to come.

my shyness was totally forgotten.

He roughly pulled me up by my hair, forcing His leg between my thighs as i kneeled before Him. i felt how He took my tits in His hands and started to squeeze them, i couldn't help but to press my cunt against His leg, grinding my hips against it as i heard Him tell me to ride His leg like the bitch i was. And i did, i couldn't do anything else. His grip on my tits got harder, He squeezed and twisted them, the pain, His words... My cunt was about ready to explode, against His leg.

my shyness was non existent.

i begged and i pleaded and He let me come and i begged Him each time i came, not a thought to shyness, well only when He mocked my horniness, laughed at me as i rode His leg, grinned as He made me clean my juices from His fingers, from His cock with my mouth after each time He fucked me. But not for long. Because the only thing i was aware of was His hands torturing my tits, His voice demanding an answer as to whom i belonged, my answer somewhat incoherent from the pain, from total lust, total submission "You Master."

Total awesome oblivion.

The problem starts the next day. The soreness of my tits each time i move makes me think back about the previous evening and His hands. i look down and i see the bruising and i remember the agonizing pain and how i so did not want Him to stop but also how i did. Each time my robe brushes my nipples and i flinch i remember how they'd become so sore. i remembered His face as i sat, straddled on Him, His cock deep inside me while He beat my tits with the tawse. Each time the pain started to ebb and spread, as always mysteriously ending up in my cunt, i felt how i rode His cock harder, one orgasm followed by the other. Even when He aimed purposely at my nipple and the pain became excruciating and i begged Him no, i could not stop riding His cock. i begged no but even before i heard Him ask if i was telling Him no, i knew that i wasn't. i am His property to do with what He wishes and He will. Even before i felt the blinding pain i knew that the mere fact that i'd pleaded no would get me at least one more sharp lash to my nipple; and it did. i sit and i remember that and my cunt starts to throb and i can feel myself get wetter and i so badly want to come, want Him to take me again but He's not here, so the next best thing... Oei but that would mean asking Master, asking Him each time i wanted to come.

my shyness is back.

So i sit here and i cross my legs and i feel how swollen my cunt is and i remember how He'd made me spread it open wide for Him, ordering me to close my mouth firmly around His cock, His fingers were just slightly inside of me. He then counted to three before ramming His fingers hard into me, causing my head to shoot forward and His cock to thrust deep into the back of my throat. i heard Him tell me that my mouth was a cunt with a tongue and that i was to fuck Him with it, so i sucked Him, my tongue flicking over His cock as He slid in and out of my mouth, taking His balls into my mouth, sucking on them, while stroking them with my tongue. All the while His fingers were still ramming into my clenching cunt, which was still sore from several hard slaps He'd given me and from His clenching and pinching fingers earlier that evening. And again my cunt throbs and all i want to do is feel Him inside me right now.

Usually around about now i would sneak off to the bedroom and play with myself while ruminating the above, my cunt already soaked and throbbing as i remembered but hmm... help! that would mean *asking* So i try to remain silent and continue to work, ignoring the throbbing between my thighs but then suddenly i see His face, His sadistic smile, His enjoyment at the pain He's making me suffer for Him, as He forces me to watch the pleasure it gives Him to watch me struggle with the pain. Then i feel again how His cock hardened in my mouth, throbbing at my muffled cries as He beat and used me and its all i can do not to come spontaneously. i remember feeling the blinding pain on my back while He moved His cock in me, my knees spread as wide as possible wanting to feel Him as deep as possible, feel how He throbs and swells before making me cry out with pain as i feel Him get so incredibly hard before exploding. Hmm i just had a very dreamy thought, it would be so nice to have photos of Him using me each and every way.

my shyness won't win this.

i am way too horny. Its either ask or explode. And Master is working away from home. So i could mail Him, in emails i don’t blush i’m sure He'll agree. Won't He?