My Master and i are heading off on a grand adventure, and i feel incredibly privileged to have the opportunity to spend 6 (!!!) nights with Him. The most we’ve ever had in a row before was 3, so i figure we’ll either come back bonded more closely than ever before, or we’ll have killed each other. 
Obviously i’m hoping for the first. And i am really looking forward to 6 nights of falling asleep at His side, and 6 mornings of wake-up blow jobs. It’s going to be a fabulous time.
i’m fantasizing about walking down the street with You, and You pulling me into an alley and pushing me over something so You can lift up my skirt and fuck me. i’m wearing stockings and a garter belt, so it’s easy for You to just push my panties to one side and slide Your cock in me. We’re hidden in the shadows, but i can see people walking past just a few feet away, so i have to be really quiet as You fuck me and then come in my cunt. You pull out and zip up, and we continue our walk, with just the come drippng on my inner thighs as evidence.
Our long weekend of ups and downs (but mostly ups) was nearing its end. We got back to the room and realized we had enough time to both pack and fuck one more time. We decided to pack first, and when that was done, we fell onto the bed. i worked on His lovely and gorgeous cock with my mouth, and when He was hard, he stood up and pulled me to the edge of the bed. Throwing my legs up over His shoulders He ordered me to pull my panties aside and then He thrust His cock into me. i winced a little at the sudden entry, and He smiled. “I love seeing you grimace when I fuck you. And then the lubrication comes…” Just as it did in that moment and He trailed off, concentrating on fucking my now slippery cunt. Legs spread wide, He leaned over me. “Beg me to fuck You,” he commanded. i begged, begged Him to use His slavegirl, begged Him to fuck His sextoy, begged Him to use my body. “Tell me You love me.” And i poured out my love for Him – forever, always, more than anything, in every way – grunts and moans punctuating my statements as He drove into me. i looked straight into His eyes as He fucked me and it was like there was no skin between us. Just pure unadulterated connection. His come hit my cervix, and it was like it always is – like an electric current between us, whenever He comes in me. i don’t come, but i am transported, and my cunt goes crazy, thrilling and quivering with the feeling of Him in me. Spent, he fell forward on to me, and we clutched each other like a lifeboat in a storm, holding on for dear life, falling into each other, trying to become one.
One of the things we realized through in the class on “ramping” is that my Master likes to be really in touch and connected to me when He is topping me in impact play. And while we have a few toys that are good for close-in work, in order to ramp the intensity of our play with our limited toy collection, He usually has to move up to toys that move Him farther away from me, which then isn’t as satisfying for Him.
Armed with this knowledge and other things we learned in the class, we headed off to the vendor’s area to see what new toys we could acquire. Since we’re long distance, our other toy requirement is that they be small enough to fit in a rollerboard suitcase. We were successful in finding a few new things to add to our toy bag, including a paddle and a bundle of canes bound on a single handle.
We headed off to the day dungeon to try things out. We were pleased that there was a day dungeon – we’re more morning people than night owls, so all things being equal our energy tends to be better for playing during the day. We picked out a nice spanking bench and started playing, with my Master trying out the different rhythmic ideas that Master Gallad had talked about in the ramping class. Unfortunately, there was another scene going on in the room, and the sub was being very loud. When it was just her moaning, i could kind of ignore it. But when she started crying out “Oh fuck!” and “You bastard” it was just too distracting. i let my Master know that the situation just wasn’t working for me, and i wasn’t going to be able to give Him the surrender we were both looking for.
This is where my afternoon took a bit of a turn for the worse. Stopping mid-scene wasn’t good for my emotional state, even though we went up to our room and cuddled for a good long time after. i wasn’t feeling well, and was frustrated that that was impacting my plans and hopes and expectations for the weekend. It took me a long time, and a hot bath in the arms of my Master, before i was able to let go of it all and head back into the fray, as it were.
The universe wasn’t done teaching me that particular lesson yet, but after i picked myself up from my twisted ankle, i was ready to pick up where we’d left off that afternoon.
Up on the spanking bench, a mask blocking out my view of the world, my Master began spanking me. Our afternoon session hadn’t been a total loss, because i had learned and shared with my Master which rhythm resonated best with my body, and as He spanked me i grew more and more aroused. He spent a long time spanking me, gradually increasing the intensity, and when He was ready, moved on, i think to the little wooden paddle.
This was less sensual, but my arousal stayed high and i began to slip into the rhythm of the spanking, although ever aware of my Master’s hand on my back, keeping track of my breathing and my mental and physical state. Things ramped higher, with the little red plastic flogger i love, then the new cane bundle, first with the canes splayed, and then with the o-ring moved up to bind them into a single bundle.
i needed and craved more, and i reached out my hand so my Master could grab it. He leaned in to hear what i was saying above the noise of the dungeon. “More, please Sir, more,” i begged.
He granted my wish, and took my deeper and higher. We’d been at it for quite a while at this point, and when he switched to the riding crop i found it harder and harder to keep up, to stay on that edge, that sweet spot, where it’s almost, but not quite too much. Eventually my Master put all the toys away, and returned to spanking my ass with just His hand.
My ass was so tender and sensitive at this point, and the rhythm so perfect (it’s the same rhythm He uses sometimes when He fucks me) that i was instantly hot, my breath coming faster and faster, my hips wiggling with sexual frustration.
i have never felt closer to coming from impact play, and i could think of nothing but my Master’s cock in my cunt, but alas, penetration was againt the dungeon rules. He took me higher and higher, then stopped, and slid His hand between my legs to stroke my clit. i could feel my dripping wetness against His warm hand. He leaned in again, and whispered in my ear “Are you going to come for me?”
If this were just fiction, i would have come on His hand right then. But this is not fiction, and orgasm does not come easily to this slavegirl, no matter how badly i wanted to give that gift, that thank you, to my Master.
So instead, He slowed His pace, eased me down from my dizzying heights. Helped me down from the bench, and into His warm and welcoming arms, where i belong and wish i could always be.
Sounds like a great scene in the making, doesn’t it? Unfortunately, i was surrounded by Doms looking to help me out after i twisted my ankle, not ready to ravish my body. (Although i suppose if i’d asked nicely…)
It was sad, really. The dungeon had just opened on Saturday night. My Master had gone in ahead of me, but as i was walking in i noticed that the doors hadn’t been latched, so i took a moment to fasten both into their eye hooks so it would be easier for people to move in and out. This is the sort of little helpful act that i enjoy – it was a small thing, but a good one, and i went into the dungeon feeling really happy to have done it.
i looked around the room to find my Master, and seeing Him a huge smile lit up my face. i’d not been feeling well, and had spent much of the afternoon having a pity party for myself, but i’d finally straightened up and set out to have the best night i was capable of having. So i strode confidently and happily over to my Master, knowing we were going to finish the scene we’d aborted that afternoon.
And the next thing i knew, i was on the floor, and my ankle hurt rather a lot. Eyes up, looking straight at my Master, i’d completely not seen the piece of dungeon furniture between the two of us. It was in a shady spot of the dungeon, low to the ground, and made of thin black metal, so i had a decent excuse for not seeing it. But that was small comfort lying in a heap on the floor, with one of my shoes still tangled up in the furniture in question.
My Master checked on me, then went off to find some ice, and a Dungeon Monitor came over and called for more ice. Master came back with a little cup for me, and soon after a nice big ice bag came. The previously mentioned collection of Doms came over to see if they could assist, offering to strap me to one of wheeled pieces of dungeon furniture to help me move if need be.
i was kind of in the middle of the space, so as soon as i could i got up and moved over to a more out of the way place, taking a few tentative steps on my ankle. As i’d hoped, it was just a minor twist – tender, but not painful, and after i’d iced it for a while my Master and i were able to get on with the scene we had planned.
But it was one more thing in a series of ways in which the weekend didn’t go just as i’d laid it out in my head. This was very much a weekend of the entire universe reinforcing the message my Master has tried to teach me time and time again. Which is to let go, and particularly to let go of expectations and just take things as they come.
My Master and i attended 5 workshops/classes over the course of the three days. Friday night was “Did somebody say gangbang?” with the engaging (and drop-dead gorgeous) Rita Seagrave. While i’ve not seriously considered actually being the center of an actual gangbang, it is a hot fantasy for me, and reading about other people’s gangbang experience always turns me on, so this was an obvious choice for us to attend. We learned about different gangbang terminology and all the things that you need to consider when planning one, like having food on hand, the importance of a “conductor,” and that you always have to invite twice as many people as you actually want to attend.
Saturday morning we attended a demonstration on using “ramping” to increase the intensity of your impact play. As my Master is a relative newcomer to the impact play side of BDSM, this was really useful for us, and later in the day He played with several of the techniques He’d learned in our scenes together, to great positive effect. The ideas are pretty simple on the surface – properly preparing the skin and muscles to be able to accept more and more impact, using rhythm to help guide the bottom into sub space, and the importance of building and maintaining a strong connection to help the top keep the bottom in the sweet spot where it’s almost – but not quite – too much. The presenters – Master Gallad and slave kelly – were top notch and very charismatic and genuine. It was a pleasure to listen to their experiences, and we immediately planned to attend their Sunday session as well.
Saturday afternoon was Lap Dancing 101, also from Rita Seagrave, and this was an amazingly fun class! My Master and i were sitting right up in the front row, and as Rita was prepping for the workshop, she asked us if we’d be interested in volunteering. Of course we jumped at the opportunity. The class started off with Rita giving a very sexy lapdance to Joe the Shoe Guy. Then my Master got called to the front so she could demonstrate some specific moves. Like the classic grind (useful for “mapping” the territory), using your head and hair to best effect, and her “signature spread.” The only that could have made it better for Him was if she would have left her shoes on while demonstrating what could be done with that particular portion of her anatomy. Next up it was my turn, as she demonstrated several moves that were especially suitable for when you’re giving a lap dance to a woman. Such as putting your thigh between her legs and rubbing it against her pussy – which is how we learned that i apparently have exceptionally smooth inner thighs.
My Master told me that giving a lapdance is all about eye contact, and that was certainly true from my experience. Even though she was narrating every action to the crowd in the room, i definitely felt like i was the center of her attention and – for that moment at least – the sexiest woman in the room.
i spent the rest of the class with damp panties, paying special attention to the section on “lapdancing your way into a threesome…”
Sunday morning was The Dance with Master Gallad and slave kelly. This was – kind of – about the spiritual side of D/s and M/s, and increasing and maximizing the underlying power exchange. Since it was held first thing Sunday morning it was a small group, so the discussion was very interactive and comfortable.
Lastly, was another Rita Seagrave presentation – “Just One Finger, Please – An Intro to Anal.” Master and i are a little beyond the beginner phase for anal play (does anyone remember Butt Plug Day?) but she is such an engaging and entertaining presenter that we figured it would be a good panel to go to anyway. And it was – how could it not be, when the presenter gave the first half hour of the presentation while lying prone on a table being fingered in the ass by an audience member?
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