Rope

Friday night is my favourite night of the week. It's our night. No kids, no interruptions. Just us. I look forward to the sound of your key in the lock. It's almost the signal for things to begin.

Tonight you arrive back around 4pm. You put your keys down on the telephone table and your bag on the sofa and come to me wordlessly. You look so beautiful. A playful look is on your face, making us both smile. We kiss, lips meeting and hands exploring each others bodies, almost chaste at first but gradually becoming more intimate.

Just as your hand brushes against my groin I smile and step back.

I send you off to shower and make my final preparations for the evening. When you emerge from the shower, wrapped in a big, white, fluffy towel, your hair damp but your eyes sparkling and alive I know you have shed the stresses of the week.

I have poured as a glass each of red and brought in a tray of snacks; cheese and olives, cashews and some nice bread. We are going to need to keep up our strength tonight.

You sit on the heavy wooden chair and blow dry your beautiful, lush, dark hair and our eyes meet in the mirror. You smile at me and I return the smile. I love to watch you. I love to watch you do anything. You have so many expressions and I love them all.

When you finish and stand I come to you and slowly, deliberately remove the towel and have you bare and fresh before me. Your pupils dilate as I watch and I take you in my arms, enjoying the press of your nakedness against my clothed body. It excites me to have you this way. It increasases your sense of submission and tonight is about submission. Your lips find mine and I taste you. Our tongues swirl around one anothers and my hands go to your smooth shoulders and down your arms, finally to your flared hips. You are so beautiful to me. So utterly female. I love your curves. Already I can feel myself hardening and thickening.

Breaking off I go to the toybox and bring out some rope, several coils of it. Black and soft and well used.

'Turn around' I breathe and your breathing noticeably quickens.

I take your hands and bring them behind you, crossing them at the wrists. When I release them you keep them there. It pleases me but I say nothing. I just begin to wind the first doubled rope around them, pulling each loop snug until I have four passes and I cinch it between your wrists and knot it. There is some spare rope and I pass it twice around your waist before pulling the backs of your hands flat to your back and tying it off. I turn you gently to face me and kiss you again, deeply.

Your nipples are already hardening, the areolae crinkling and causing them to protrude like bullets. I take them, one at a time into my mouth, sucking them gently, wetting them. My hands are at your waist and between your legs, gently spreading your thighs. You gasp as my fingers trace the outline of your labia, before I slide my forefinger inside.

I can feel your muscles grip me as I look into your eyes. Your passion is written there. I take you by the upper arm and guide you onto the bed where I arrange you on your front. As I spread your legs you groan softly. I take each ankle, my hands closing around them and move them inexorably to the posts at the foot of the bed. I tie your ankles to the bed and sit back on my heels next to you.

You look at me, shaking an errant strand of hair from your face and I can see the anticipation in your eyes. Being bound like this can only mean two things. I intend on spanking you or penetrating you anally. Your mouth is slightly open as your need for more air becomes stronger.

I run my hands along your back, loving the play of muscles beneath your skin. I'm in no hurry and will make you wait. Perhaps a hint in when I pick up one of the pillows and have you lift up slightly so I can slide it under your tummy. Your buttocks are even more well presented now but there is no clue of what I will do and I can see your mind working overtime trying to guess. You bite your lower lip, as if to stop yourself asking.

I decide I can help you with that and your pupils widen and dilate as you see the ominous ball gag in my hands. You close your eyes in resignation. I know you have an uneasy relationship with this gag. On the one hand you hate the way it makes you drool, but on the other you love it because you know how sexy I find you wearing it.

I sit lightly astride your lower back and proffer the ball to your mouth. A shivering sigh and you take the ball into your mouth, I can feel your jaws and teeth adjusting to it and I pull the straps back and buckle them tight at the nape of your neck.

I reverse my position so I'm facing your feet, your magnificent bottom presented to me. I begin by stroking those smooth globes. I love your buttocks. They are so round and perfect. One of the things you mentioned to me when we first met was that you had a huuuuuuuge backside. You were joking I know, a little anyway. But I know you didn't like it. Personally, I find it turns me on so much. I just love it. It is so utterly female. It's not huge either. It's perfect and I want to give it some attention tonight.

I stroke and squeeze those firm muscles, my fingers tracing the crease of the buttocks, sliding between them and pressing lightly on your rosebud. You shiver and groan into the gag. I have the lube ready and squeeze a little onto my fingers before beginning to work it around your sweet hole, making you shiver and writhe. My other hand moves down between your thighs and strokes your pussy which is already wet and I can sense your arousal mounting, becoming an irresistible force within you.

When I press the plug to you you gasp and make a tiny, strangled gurgle. You squeeze your buttocks together instinctively but I shush you and carry on masturbating you until you relax and I can penetrate your anus, just an inch at first, then letting you get used to it. After a moment you adjust and it melts my heart when you take in a deep, shuddering breath through your nostrils and present yourself for more. I carry on stroking and teasing your labia and clit as I slide the plug deeper. Again you gasp as it stretches you until it has reached it's widest point and your sphincter closes around it like a kiss and it is embedded within you.

I wipe the lube from my fingers on the towel and resume my attentions to your buttocks. I squeeze and stroke and massage before without warning I deliver a sharp smack, leaving the reddening imprint of my palm on that pale skin. You yelp into the gag and try to wriggle free, but of course you can't and I leave it a second before spanking you again. the sound is loud in the quiet and your muffled groans rise an octave. Between strokes I smooth my hands over your bottom. It's beginning to warm up and redden deliciously. The skin is so smooth and delightful.

I deliver around twelve spanks before I stop. You are writhing uncontrollably now and moaning continuously and I think the time has come. I stop, getting myself on my knees between your spread thighs.

I take a second to enjoy the sight of your reddened bottom before I begin to slide the plug in you, almost removing it then sliding it back fully inside.

I can't wait any longer, my cock is so heavy and hard. You try to see over your shoulder as I lube myself and remove the plug, setting it on the towel. Our eyes meet and yours are dark and smoky with arousal. You beg me mutely and I oblige, placing my swollen head against your hole, now winking and inviting me in. I push into you making you groan and gasp as I fill you.

I lie still for a second, my weight on you, before I begin to slowly at first, fuck you. Your breathing is ragged and I make it more so by sliding one hand to your pussy, masturbating you as I slide in and out of that exquisitely tight hole. I can sense you beginning to climax but I stop, making you wait. You wriggle, trying to get me to start again, but I am in full control here and we will come together. With a wrench you stop and lie passively until I start again, this time I can feel my own orgasm approaching and I fuck you faster and harder, our bodies slapping together and our moans mingling in the still air. I bite the back of your neck and your shoulders, making you shiver and gasp.

It is just us at the centre of the universe, our pleasure. Finally you convulse as much as the ropes will allow and come, screaming into the gag, shudders running through you and I pump my seed inside your most secret place, groaning and whispering my love into your ear....

Diary

My pet and I kept a diary for this week. I received hers this morning and I was so touched I felt it needed to be seen by the world. I love you so much my sweet pet.

Pet Diary

Day 1

Monday 19, July 2010

Hardly a day has gone by since I offered to be Steve’s pet, and I have noticed one immediate effect on me: I’m permanently aroused. We have agreed on a ‘safeword’ but I don’t see myself needing it this week. I am not too sure as to how this master/pet relationship thing works, but I think we are doing well. I feel we are walking along a thin line, though, between devotion and humiliation. Neither of us likes humiliation, so I know we will keep away from it. But the very fact that I keep addressing him as Master and Sir and accept to be His pet, isn’t it humiliating already? It does feel a bit weird in a way…I am a wee bit worried about the possible consequences and changes in our relationship. I’d like nothing to change, really, because I felt we were perfect the way we were. But it might be related to the thread I’m writing which is pretty rough and there are some elements of humiliation as whipping. Steve seems to be so elated with this, I am overjoyed to be able to give it to him. I don’t think I’ve ever seen him this happy, and his happiness is mine. I love the feeling of protection and possession that comes with this new status, but I felt it too before. Steve is naturally protective and caring, I really can’t believe how lucky I am. I know that whatever we decide, I will always be his little pet and he will always be my protective master, but at the same time I feel I need to care for him, and give him the kind of loving that he needs and deserves. It doesn’t mean that he doesn’t respect me, on the contrary, I feel more respected and free than ever. Despite the little vertigo that I am experiencing (and perhaps because of it), I am constantly wet…dear god…help!

Day 2

Tuesday 20, July 2010

Disaster! I woke up at 5.30 as usual and couldn’t turn the bedside light on! I checked the TV set, the standby light was off…I thought well, if there’s a power cut, I might as well have a lie in and wait, after all it’s too dark still. Perhaps in an hour, I thought, it will be back to normal and I can write Sir about it. But it wasn’t!! It’s almost 7 now, and if it wasn’t for the light of the laptop screen, I’d be in total darkness. I have already phoned the light company and they said they would do something…one wonders when. I don’t have to get up this early on Tuesdays, but I like going to work early nonetheless, and I DID tell Sir I’d log and write at around 5.30, so I feel I might be causing him unnecessary worry. Anyway, Sir is so much cooler than me in that sense, and usually doesn’t panic about this kind of thing as I do. He is the wisest and coolest man in the world, I admire him so much!

I feel so nice today, despite the power cut…last night was amazing. Sir and I were so sweet with one another. It was breathtaking. He made me come twice, again. First he made me masturbate for him, and he wanted to see my face as I pleasured myself. I find that so hot, I know he loves reading my arousal in my eyes. But I struggle to keep them open, and also he was whispering sweet, sexy words to me, and pretending that he was licking and kissing me… it was so delicious. Immediately after I had come he told me to get the lube because he wanted me to come again, and this time gagged. I, of course, complied. And he masturbated with me…it was a toe-curling orgasm for me. We came almost in unison, and I still shiver at the memory. He is the most generous and sweetest master. I am madly in love with him. He pampers me so much! I love being his sweet little pet.

Day 3

Wednesday 21 July, 2010

Fortunately, the power was restored when I got home, though not the internet. I solved it but it meant that the router could not be used, and therefore we had to stay downstairs. This would be totally unimportant if it wasn’t for the fact that my neighbours could actually see me, if they paid a bit of attention, through the fabric of the curtains. Honestly, I don’t think they should be peeping in my direction, but I’d hate to be the attraction of the block. So…we couldn’t get as naked and as physically involved in each other’s pleasure as we would have liked to. However, master sent me homework which I did when and in the manner in which he told me to. I love obeying him in these things, I think it’s sexy and a challenge. Master told me to go upstairs and masturbate on all fours. He let me use lube – which I really didn’t need, I was soaking as I have been every evening since Sunday – and he told me to insert two fingers in my pussy. I seriously need to keep my fingernails trim and filed, I never come from penetration when I masturbate, probably my fingers are not long enough, or I just don’t do it right. In all fairness, I find it hard to come from penetration alone in intercourse, but it has happened (I need to be very aroused and ‘prepared’). Perhaps I should train more. I probably need to tell master about it, and I’m sure he could device a plan for me. I am working on the strength of my pelvic floor muscles, because I want to please Him better when we finally meet and also because it makes my orgasms more intense. Yesterday was awesome, so sweet and lovely. I love masturbating for Him.

Anyway, the most important thing about yesterday was that His parcel arrived! Hooray!! I was over the moon when I got it, but didn’t open it till He was here. The first thing I noticed was His smell…it brought tears to my eyes to be smelling Him for the first time. I was laughing and crying from sheer happiness. He sent a tee and a pair of boxers. I immediately wanted to wear them, and I still have them on this morning. I promised to wear the boxers every day till Sunday (over my panties, otherwise they would be unwearable in no time, especially considering that He is keeping me wet 24 hrs a day). I had never felt happier in my life, it felt as if he was really holding me. I could feel his skin on mine for the first time. It drove me crazy with love and gratitude.

Today, I need to buy a ribbon to wear as a choker. The idea came to me suddenly yesterday, and when I told Him, he approved, so I must not forget! I love Him with all my heart…I can’t believe how happy I feel.

Day 4

Thursday July 22, 2010

6 am

I am wearing my master’s ribbon (for lack of a proper collar) and it suits me fine. I think I look very sweet and sexy in it. Master loved it, too, he was so pleased to see me wearing it! I’m feeling quite submissive today…I think sir will love it. I would sit on his lap or at his feet all day if I could. Some days my need to be his pet is stronger than others, or rather some days I feel more like a sweet little pet and others a bit wilder. Today I’d massage him and cook for him, bring him coffee, kiss him softly…I can’t wait for our life together (in the same home) to begin.

8 pm

He has asked me to write a list of punishments that he could apply to me when I am there. I think that punishments should be ‘punishments’ (and I’m sure so does he). They should be enjoyable, while I embarrass myself doing stuff that I’d normally blush to do, for instance, that he might delight in watching me doing it. I came up with a strip tease with music and all, I know it’s not punishment, but it’s something that perhaps I wouldn’t normally do without feeling very self conscious. I also thought of the butt plug, wearing it at home while doing simple, daily chores should be fun. Or not, I really don’t know…we’d need to test that one first. And finally (he asked for 3), being given a thorough medical examination, including enema. I hate doctors, I don’t know why medical play turns me on.

Anyway, on the one hand I am feeling more comfortable with being his pet, wearing his collar all day has been wonderful. On the other hand, I wonder if it is the result of relaxing the discipline a bit. I was doubtful at first as to how the dynamic between us would be, and I think it is harder to be a subbie than I thought. I usually find myself being pushy or a bit demanding in ways that perhaps I shouldn’t. Steve hasn’t complained, and I’m glad, because I want to be myself, not a fabrication. I do like him to dominate me sexually, and I feel turned on by him collaring me too, don’t get me wrong. But I just cannot stop being assertive and outspoken. I don’t think that’s the way I’d like things to be, nor he. In any case, we will discuss it on Sunday, when this experiment – which I think has been largely successful and which will bring about lots of positive consequences – comes to an end, in a way. I don’t think that I will stop feeling protected by him, nor he protective of me. But I do want to have the chance of initiating things, and seducing him, and teasing him, and defying him.

Day 5

Friday July 23, 2010

Last night I made a buttonhole and put a button on my ribbon, so it would stay in place and didn’t loosen up. It feels a bit too tight, but that can be easily fixed. Master was pleased, I think he loves knowing that I do stuff to be a better pet. I think it makes him feel loved and appreciated. I think that he is the most wonderful man in the planet, and I am just too lucky to have been found by him. I am glad that I can do a little something and that it means so much to him.

He has asked me to send him my ‘worn’ undies, the pair I bought on Wednesday and that I wore all day yesterday. My first reaction was to freak out, because my smell…you know, I wouldn’t like him to eat me if I am not out of the shower, otherwise I know I can smell quite ‘heady’…notice the euphemism. But I can’t deny my master anything, so I agreed. And I also felt reassured when he told me that he wanted me to spray the clothes with my perfume too. When I removed them last night, my knickers smelled pungently of me. I have told him that my smell changes along the month, and as I approach my period, the smell gets more intense. Besides, since I find myself wet practically all day, the pantyliner is a poor remedy. To make matters ‘worse’, he had me masturbate for him wearing them last night. Bottom line, I sprayed them with my favourite perfume (L’eau by Kenzo) but you can still sense my musky pussy there…I will try to post them this afternoon, and hopefully he will get them in about 10 days or so.

Day 6

Saturday, July 24, 2010.

6.30 am

Oh, my master has asked me to be naked but for my collar and to have the lube ready this morning. Last night I was a bit tipsy and sleepy so he sent me to bed. But before he showed me his beautiful hard cock…he takes my breath away. I love his cock, and I can’t wait to be on my knees before him. So he teased me for a while (and I admit I teased him back), he was very turned on from the look of his cock, but he stopped masturbating just to tease me, just to keep me waiting. I love his strong will and determination, I admire him so much. He can make this kind of ‘efforts’ for our sake. I am so in love with him. Of course I came to bed and though I was very wet, I didn’t touch myself. He, because he is the master, could have masturbated later, he has no restrictions. But I like waiting. It makes me feel powerful and also worthy of his love.

10.00

Oh dear god…my master is just soooo amazing. He made me come twice, and it was so delicious. I love it that he can command me like that…the first time he made me masturbate till I was on the edge and then allowed me to come for him. It was great. The second time he wanted us to come together. He made me suck my ‘dildo’ as if I was sucking him first. It was coated with lube and my juices. Then he made me masturbate in unison with him. I copied his rhythm. He told me that we had to come together, but his rhythm was too much for me, soon I was on the edge and desperate to come. Having to wait for him was a delicious torture. When I heard him close I thought I was going to die of desire, I had to stop a couple of times or I would have come before my master. I loved it when we finally did. I think that waiting, knowing that I couldn’t come, made me feel sexier. I also loved the realization that his rhythm is so delicious.

Day 7

Sunday, July 25, 2010.

00:00

I am writing my last post on this diary for now. I needed to write a ‘conclusion’ to the experience. In short, I loved it. It opened lots of doors I think and closed none. I was a bit worried about how it would work, and it worked wonderfully as usual with Steve. We blend in perfectly together; we are just made for one another. He understands me like no one else. I love what I saw in him these days. He was so happy; his happiness alone makes it all worth it.

What is more, I was a bit unsure about whether I’d feel humiliated as a pet. I really didn’t. I truly do love him, admire him, worship him…it is not out of ownership alone but the other way round: because I admire him so much, because I feel so loved by him, because he protects me so, I am his entirely.

I wouldn’t want to pigeonhole our relationship in any way. And I know neither does he, but I know that he is naturally more dominant than me, and loves it, and I am more submissive. So I suppose that’s already there, there’s no need to push things. He loves feeling that he owns me, and he does…why bother denying it? But I own him too…he’s mine and he knows it.

This week felt like honeymoon. I felt as if we had taken a huge step towards a higher level of commitment and trust, only comparable with getting married. I am overjoyed. But I look forward to calling him other names and not just sir and master…I used to love calling him Mr ******** and how he used to call me Mrs ******** or Mrs * when we were being sexy or kinky. Just a minor detail, really. The essence is immutable. And has been there from the outset. Perhaps we just didn’t want to say it aloud.

Thank you my love. I treasure everything about you. I have never had more respect or admiration for anyone.

Storm

Darkness presses in as I hurry along the road, the sky that tinged green that hovers on the periphery of vision, just before a storm, clouds gravid with rain just waiting for the right moment to begin lashing the city. The first drops are falling, heavy as pennies as I make it back.

I take the stairs two at a time, hurrying to see you. The impending storm is making itself felt. power thrums through me, my nerves are alive. I want you. It's as simple as that. I feel strong and dominant. I want to feel you in my hands.

The flat is empty and I wait for your return like a lion in the shadows. When the door opens again, you are standing there drenched, shaking your coat.

'What a day..' you have a chance to say before I am upon you. Taking your bag and coat I toss them away and you see my eyes, suddenly as lightning splits the sky outside, making it bright as day in the flat for a split second. Your pupils just have time to dilate before I take your arms and push you against the wall and press my mouth to yours in a fierce kiss.

Your eyes are a picture, those of a gazelle when it realises it is prey.

'Steve..' you whisper. A plea. But also an admission. A yes. Thunder rumbles and the rain begins to lash down against the windows.

Your breathing goes shallow as your lips respond tentatively. I realise that my fingers are digging into your arms a bit too much, but I find it difficult not to. I take your fine chin in one hand and push your head back, exposing your soft, vulnerable throat.

You moan and shiver as I kiss you there. My other hand is between your thighs, squeezing the flesh of your inner thigh. In the semi darkness your eyes are wide and aroused. You shiver as I kiss you all down your throat, tiny, fluttering kisses. Teasing. You know it won't last and the anticipation is too much for you. I let the tension build for a fraction longer then sink my teeth into your neck, at the point where it joins the shoulder and the muscle is succulent and inviting.

My teeth go in enough that they leave red marks and indents but don't break the skin. You may need to wear a scarf tomorrow but we'll think of that tomorrow. Tonight will be more spontaneous. You shiver as my teeth make contact and I can feel your knees go weak.

I look into your eyes, showing you what i am tonight. You look down, unable to meet my gaze. I begin to undress you, roughly, buttons pop and fly into the shadows but before long you are naked, head down, submissive, hands touchingly covering your modesty.

I keep my eyes on you, trapping you as I remove my own clothes.

So here we are. I close on you again and take your hands, holding your wrists crossed, easily in one hand and pin them against the wall, above your head. Your eyes close, feeling the energy in the room. I know you are wet without touching you. I can sense it. All my senses feel so attuned. I can almost hear the hammering of your heart. Your lips part and you take your lower lip in your teeth to stop it trembling.

You dare not look down but I save you the trouble as I press my body to you and you can feel how hard I am.

'Steve...'

My other hand clamps across your mouth, feeling your lips shiver against my palm and your tongue flicks submissively against it.

I say nothing, my eyes on your face. You are so beautiful to me. Nothing needs to be said.

You part your thighs as lightening flashes once more, and you are shown to me in all your glory like a a flashbulb has gone off in the hallway. the thunder rumbles again, this time almost immediately and the rain hammers against the windows, drowning out the sound of our ragged breathing.

I adjust and the swollen head of my cock presses against your lips, causing you to moan against my palm. Your breath is hot and panicky but you are so wet and open that I can slide inside an inch easily.

Your eyes flick open as I penetrate you and you sink down impaling yourself. Our eyes meet and sparks fly. I sheath myself in you, driving in to the hilt and your muscles flutter along my shaft.

You bring your legs up, wrapping around my hips and drawing me to you.

We begin to fuck like animals, grunting and groaning our pleasure, our passion. I'm slamming you against the wall and your head tilts back, eyes squeezing shut as we merge and meet.

When I bite again on that sweet spot it triggers your orgasm and you convulse, the beating of the rain drowning out your groans and screams, trapped against my hand travel through me like an electrical pulse, heading straight for my groin and I come too, flooding you with my seed. I hold you there, and you grip me tight with your legs, keeping me in your pussy for an age as our hearts begin to slow and our breathing calms. You hold me tight inside you and the animal need evolves once more into the love we share.

Finally I remove my hand from your mouth and release your hands. Your lips find mine and your arms encircle me. When our eyes open again they are filled with joy, sparkling and alive with joy.

Outside the storm rages but here all is calm and peaceful.

'Steve.....' you whisper.

Truth

My pet quoted Shakespeare to me tonight.

'The more I give thee the more I have' from Romeo and Juliet.

Truer words were never spoken. She gives me everything and thinks it not enough. Her modesty, her intellect, her charm and wit, her sexiness and creativity have elevated me and made me a better man.

Collar

The flat is quiet and still. Outside birds are singing and it's beginning to get light. In the semi darkness I can feel you cuddled up next to me, warm and soft.

As you shift in your sleep that wonderful lustrous dark hair parts at the side of your neck and I can see your collar. It fits closely but not tightly and accentuates the softness and vulnerability of your throat and neck. You skin looks pale and soft next to it.

I look down at you and feel a strong surge of love.

The collar has changed everything. You are different, both emotionally and physically. I wonder whether these changes would have been possible without it. It was certainly the catalyst for a huge change in our relationship. We were very much in love and deliriously happy before it and I didn't think I could love you any more.

Your submission wasn't a response to a crisis in our relationship. Quite the reverse in fact. We'd been saying for the last week or so how close we felt, how in love. But it has made everything better still.

There is something different about you now, a softness, a vulnerability, which was only hinted at before. You're so much more you. You take my breath away.

Maybe the best thing is that you agree. It hasn't taken anything away from us, it's given instead. We're closer now than ever. And there is much love, respect, admiration as there always was. Maybe more. And a protectiveness has been added. I think that's what has allowed you to bloom as much as you have. And it's made me feel calmer too, more serene, confident, stronger.

You waken, aware of my gaze on you and your eyes focus. That incredible smile of yours spreads across your face, illuminating it, like the sun coming out.

'Master' is the first thing you say today.

Pet

We began an experiment this week. I can't even remember how the topic came up. Unlike, as often happens when people say those words, I really do not remember how it came up. The result however will always be in my mind. It was that she is my pet for seven days. She is referring to me as Master or Sir and I have chosen a pet name for her. She is wearing a symbol of her submission which only we know about while she is out of the house.

Well, five of those days have already elapsed and our little experiment is coming to an end on Sunday. We have both kept a diary of our thoughts and feelings and we will compare them on Sunday evening and decide where this leaves our relationship.

I think I already know where I want it to go. Having her submit to me in this way has been breathtaking in every way. She's not what you'd expect in a submissive woman. She's proud and strong and unbelievably smart and clever. She has a mind that's very much her own. She is in no way weak or dependant.

I'm so very proud of you my darling. It's brought something out in you. It's allowed you to truly be yourself. You've never been more beautiful to me. I love you more than ever.