A Peg Goodnight

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Wear and Tear

I often joke about breaking my toy, but the reality is he’s usually just sore, bruise and simply worn out.  A couple days recovery and he’s good as new.  The truth is I take great care not to truly harm my boy, but sometimes… sometimes… shit just happens.

I had been waiting till New Year’s Eve to break our moratorium on play since the surgery, but he beat me to the punch a couple days before hand.  It’s tough for me to resist that sweet face he puts on when he wants something bad enough and I really wasn’t stuck on breaking the ice on New Year’s.  I mean, it wasn’t like I couldn’t do it all over again two days later.  He squirmed across the couch to cuddle up to me and wiggle his head up under my arm.

“Will you please tie me up mommy?  I thought you might enjoy it down in the basement”

The basement meant only one thing, hanging him from the rafters.  I could feel my engine begin to rev at thought.  I always loved the way it keeps everything in easy reach, him standing there, spread eagle, nothing to block my access from either side.

“Yes, the basement would be nice.  And the swing.  We need to setup the swing.”

The twinkle in his eye was all I needed.  I pushed him up off my lap and jumped off the couch to head down to straighten up the basement.  He was on my heels, like a good boy.

Once the basement was all setup, I sent him off to the showers, while I headed to the bedroom for the toys.  As I opened the first toy box, I could feel my mouth begin to salivate.  Oh how I missed my toys.  I think in my head, I would try to gather them ALL up in my arms to carry down stairs… but reason won out and I began selecting items to use as the plan began forming in my head.

“Oh… the paddle ball paddle.  I’m so glad he held on to it. We’ll have to experiment with this one.”

“My new flogger!  My pretty purple flogger.  You’re gathering way too much dust these days.  Though I think you’re too long for the basement.  Hmmmm.  Eh, I’ll take you anyway. “

“But my crop… yes my crop would work VERY well in the basement.  He’s gonna think he’s in for the beating of his life. Bwahahaha”  (yes readers, I do make this very noise in my head!)

The basket slowly began to fill with toys.  Way more than I would ever need.  But with my head… I’ve learned, it’s never too much.

The rest of the night gets more hazy.  I remember sitting on the chair, he was kneeled before me, kissing up my leg with wild abandon.  Then his arms tied to the rafters, spread open wide.  He’s legs too, the spreader bar in place.  That bar was held steady by the ball stretcher, attached by a chain that makes a lovely noise when it wiggles.  Then I was at his side, butt plug fully entrenched in his cute little ass and my hand wrapped tightly around his cock.  I remember really enjoying the paddle ball paddle immensely, but thinking I’d have more fun with him in other positions… so we’ll play with this later.  And as I turned to put the paddle down, I heard the most horrific “CLANCK”.  I turned to see him slumped in the chains.  And just as I turned, an even louder snap and I watched him begin to drop.  I stepped to get in behind him in order to break his fall, but instead of falling backwards, he just slumped straight down.  He crashed hard on his butt and I caught him as he began rolling backwards to keep his head from smashing into the concrete floor.  

The rest of the night is just a blur of me waking him up, assessing the damage, dealing with the pain once it kicked in and getting him warm on the concrete floor once it was apparent that we were gonna be down there for a while.  The final diagnosis was a sprained knee.   He’s healing up, though slower than he would like and I’m constantly slowing him down so nature can do its course.  But it does serve as a reminder of the risks we run, living this way… even when you are careful.  We take good care of our equipment and though the cuffs were a bit old, they showed no signs of wear and tear.  No reason to believe they wouldn’t hold like they had many times before.  Hindsight, we should have replaced them sooner.  

 But it’s so much easier to look back… isn’t it?

Protest much?

“Please be gentle with me”, you plead in such a small voice.

It isn’t the first time you’ve asked this of me.  It’s no secret I have a voracious appetite.  That I love to use you hard and rough.  But this isn’t the first time you’ve asked me that favor.  Yet every time you’ve begged for me to go easy on you… you then turn around and beg me for more.  It used to confuse me a little, but now it makes perfect sense.  I smile as my mind crafts the right response.

“I promise I’ll be gentle, so long as you don’t egg me on. “

You smile that cheesy grim of yours because you know exactly what I am talking about.

“You know the last few times I’ve bent you over… I’ve started off slow, tried to be sweet.  But you just turn into such a wanton little slut, always begging me for more.  I don’t know how you would expect me to keep it under control with you acting like that.”

“Yes, Mama” Is all you reply.  But the sheepish way you hide your face, let’s me know you realize it’s all true.  You quickly head up stairs to prepare yourself, without having to admit the full truth.  

And yet…

Just an hour and a half later, you’re bent over my bed, begging me to fuck you harder.  Desperately trying to grab hold of me to drive me deeper.  

Just don’t know why you protest so much?!?!

You're NOT a Domme

Ugghh… I get annoyed when I often see comments regarding a particular act as being submissive in nature and therefore Dommes shouldn’t do that.  For some reason it’s been popping up a lot lately again.  So a fun little quiz for everyone…

Imagine the scenario, I’m pegging my boy, but he is on top.  He controls the speed, rhythm and penetration.  But it’s still me penetrating him.  Knowing just how I like it, but not being told to… my boy rides me to not one… not two… but three huge orgasms.  Mine, not his.  But after my third he is so close he begs to cum and I let him.  All over my chest. 

Who’s the Dominant?   Who’s the submissive?  

I was the bottom, he was the top.

I was the penetrator, he was the penetrated.

He had control, I simply received the sensations.

My pleasure came first, his came second (and by command I may add).

In the end, who really cares?!?!?!  

If I actually worried about how acts were perceived, I doubt I would have had one orgasm… my brain would be on overload.

Would it change the answer if I were to say that was a small snippet of playtime on my birthday to where my boy completely surrendered his body for my use, abuse and pleasure? 

How ridiculous is this debate anyway?

Happy Birthday

I awoke this morning to a bedroom covered in rose petals and breakfast in bed.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME!

He lies down beside me, ass in perfect reach.  Fully exposed for my enjoyment.  Playful little smacks between bites.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME!

My new paddle, his dreaded nemesis, is tucked into the tray.  I smile and, without hesitation, give his ass a few swacks. He stifles the moans.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME!

My birthday card is a tribute to the hamster dance.  I laugh hysterically as he begins dancing his ass to the silly tune.  I’m in such a good mood I land several more swacks with the paddle and I’m laughing so hard I’m about to spill my tray.  

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME!

I send him off to take the tray away and get the toys ready.  I sit and ponder all the possibilities.  It’s so tough to pick one or two or six… oh wait, have only 2.5 hours.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME!

I beat, probe, kiss, suck, lick, swat, smack and fuck to my heart’s content.  He wiggles, moans, screams, pants, bucks and collapses from sheer exhaustion.

HAPPY FUCKING BIRTHDAY TO ME!

PS: yeah, the boy is forgiven for passing out last night. 

Filling You Up

The night had been intense.  We’d been playing for so long and so hard, that we had seen the sun come up hours before.  Deep down, I was exhausted and achy, but one look at the hunger and desire in your eyes and I felt perfect once again.  

In two long strides, I’m quickly on top of you.  Hand on your jaw to keep you still, I devour you with deep passionate kisses.  I feel you desperately trying to push into the kiss, but instead I push you away, forcing you down to your knees at the edge of the bed.  With my harness still on, but the bottom strap undone, I climb up on the bed on my hands and knees.  You quickly try to fix my strap, but I swat you away. 

 “Kiss my ass, bitch!” I order and you quickly bury your face between my cheeks.  I feel your tongue begin to lovingly lick me all over back there.  Your licks and kisses are soft and sweet, yet I can still feel the intensity radiating from you.  That desperate concentration to ensure I’m happy.  You grab a hold of my hips to press in deeper as I sink back into the sensations.   I let you continue for a bit as I relax under the warm attention, saying nothing more than “Good boy”

Soon I push you off and roll over to my back.  Placing a leg on each shoulder, I just look at you as you stare like a little kid on Christmas morning.  

“Make me cum”, I whisper and you dive as if you were starving.  I tap your head with my foot.

“Start slow, build up gently” I demand and immediately you settle into the task at hand.  I lay back and relax… letting the sensations wash over me.  Heavenly is the only word that springs to mind as I feel the pleasure building inside.  As it builds, it soon becomes too intense to relax anymore, and just then a wicked thought enters my mind.  I wrap my legs around your neck, holding you in tight.  I grab a hold of the back of your head and bury your face into my pussy.

“That’s it bitch, make me cum.  Make me squirt in your mouth and down your throat. ” Your tongue begins exploring in earnest, knowing exactly how to deliver what I’ve asked for.  

“That’s it, right there boy!  Get that clit.  Make me cum, bitch”, I demand in a deep raspy voice, as I feel the orgasm build. “Make me cum and then lick that cum all over my cock”

No sooner than the words had come out of my mouth, you began licking like a crazed man.  The frenzied pace gives away your desire, and I smile such an evil, wicked smile.  I just love it when I find a sweet spot.  “We really do fit so damn well together”, I think inside my head.  To you, in that deep wicked tone of mine, I say…

“Mmmmm, You nasty little slut!  You really like that idea, don’t ya?”

“MmmmmHmmmm” you moan into my pussy, while your head begins to shake furiously up and down.  I laugh hysterically at your desperation.

“You dirty little whore.  You know I’m going to fuck you with that cock, all covered in my cum.”

Your body begins to shake violently as I speak.  You’ve become so desperate; you no longer even hit the right spots to get me to orgasm anymore.  And yet, it just touches me so deep inside, it makes me quiver to near orgasm anyway.

“That’s it boy, get that orgasm” I begin to coo.  It slows you down just enough to get back on track.

“Get that clit… suck it.  SUCK IT, BITCH!”

And then the world explodes.  I gush all in your mouth.  I hear you gulping, as you try to get it all down.  As you climb up, grabbing a hold of my cock and madly trying to shove it down your throat… I realize my mistake.  As I watch your tongue frantically all over my cock, half licking, half rubbing, I realize there isn’t enough cum.  I WANT MORE!

Placing my foot on your head, I shove you off my cock

“Make me cum again, bitch” and I watch you move slowly, eyes darting from my cock, to my pussy and back again.  I can see the conflict in your eyes, undecided on which one you want more.  But like the good little boy you are, you do as your told, and begin to bury your face deep into my pussy again.  Just as you start licking, I whisper harshly…

“Make me squirt again bitch, and this time you’re going to hold it in your mouth and spit it all over my cock.  I want it covered in LOTS of cum so I can drive it deep inside your ass.”  You hesitate as you try to register my order through the thick haze in your head.  I feel you stiffen as you finally grasp the command and you quickly dive back in, focused and driven to fill your mouth as quickly as possible.  I’m so far inside my head that in no time, I’m once again gushing into your mouth.  I open my eyes in time to watch you spit a huge mouth load of cum all over my cock.  Then I watch as you lovingly wrap your lips around it and ever so gently slid your mouth down the shaft.  Almost as if you’re trying to say thank you without opening your mouth.  I place my foot on your shoulder to gently shove you off, but you resist, not wanting to stop. I place my other foot on your other shoulder and forcefully shove you off and back into a standing position.  You whimper in disappointment.

I push myself up off the bed and next to you. Pointing down, I say sweetly, “Now fix my strap little boy”.

You drop to your knees and scramble to find the strap.  I jut my ass out as you slide the strap between my legs, giving it a little wiggle as you try to snap it into place.  As soon as it clicks, I turn slightly, wrapping my hand gently around your face.

“Such a good boy.  So eager, so nasty” as I slide my hand down your cheek.  As it falls off your jaw, I swiftly bring it back up with a nasty smack to that same cheek.

“Now get that ass up on the bed, Momma’s gonna fuck you good!”