*moonlight collapses under the weight of her various and sundry baggage as she hauls them back into her room at home* You know.....now I remember why I dislike traveling so much sometimes. Baggage.
At any rate, seeing as I haven't posted anything here for a while that has been scene related, other than the occasional flame *snort* *guffaw*, I thought that some of you might be interested in my escapades over the last week.
Lesse.........Started off with the plane ride from Hell. As usual, the airlines are not all that organized and We ended up sitting in Detroit for 2.5 hours. Otherwise the Flight was just hunky dory. No lost luggage (wonder of wonders) and no being sick......
mmmmmmm.......First scene together in months......all that anticipation. From spending a week together at my parents house where we couldn't hardly touch......*shivers* All that waiting and teasing. A whole weeks worth. Sitting and staring at each other. *Knowing* what each other was thinking.
*smiles softly* It had been a while since I had tasted the leather, so Master decided to go easy on me for a while. First the thick tailed flogger, nice and thuddy. He kept up nice, steady strokes all over my back and thighs until I was a nice, warm pink color. As I lay there, he switched to a thinner tailed flogger that packs a *lot* of sting. At least it does for me. I've seen people take a lot worse, but it's about my limit. Stroke after stroke fell until I was writhing around half in horrific pain and half in ecstasy. When he switched to Shiva, ecstasy won out. Shiva is a fringed leather vest, for those of you unacquainted with it. Rolled up, it weighs in at several pounds, and, when swung hard can drive a bottom through whatever they happen to be leaning on at the time. No, that is not an exaggeration.
A good whumping later, Master decides to have even more fun with his poor, drifting slave, and pulls out his knife, hereafter referred to as PlayPretty. Playpretty is a sharp little butterfly knife, done in silver with engraved dragons on the hilt. For the next half hour, Master proceeded to rake my back, over welts and around and through terribly tender areas from the flogging, and making moonlight wriggle and beg and plead for it never to end.
(Warning: What follows is not what some of you will consider ok. Frankly, I don't give a hoot. Flame if you must, but don't expect anything back....)
Towards the end, I was far enough gone that I began to beg for him to fuck me. Right then. Not at his pleasure.......to fuck me with the blade of that pretty, little knife. I begged and pleaded and grovelled as hard and as prettily as I could to get that wickedly sharp little blade into me.
And I did. He rolled me onto my back and slowly pushed the blade into me. Teasing and lightly scraping it against me. Careful not to cut.......but pressing hard enough that it could be felt. And he started to slide it in and out. Being ever careful, not wanting to damage, he started to fuck his little slave with the knife, just like she wanted. When we had done this before, he had made me lie very still and refused to let me come from it.
This time was different, though. He let me move as he talked to me, told me what a little slut I was, how nasty I was.......and how much he loved me. Before I could tell him to stop, I slipped over into orgasm, and he pushed the blade up against my g-spot, ensuring that I could feel the blade and that he could make me keep going.
That was the first night that we played..........
