A Peg Goodnight

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Kinky Christmas on Speed!

LOL  Yes, yes... I fell off the planet and right in the middle of my kinky Christmas rhyme.  At first, I was just too busy having fun to get it written down and then caught a nasty bug that had me laid up for almost a week.  Now that I'm feeling better and caught up at work... here's the kinky Christmas wrap up with some more details to follow as the words choose to flow

On the 5th day - work was a little hairy and our initial plans had to be canceled, so I settled for a nice little pegging of my boy.  A bit softer and sweeter then normal as the poor boy was feeling like a delicate flower that day... but still very satisfying.

On the 6th day - We met another new bull.  A nice gentleman who we had been chatting with for awhile.  While we had a good time with him, there was a definite difference in styles that made for a bit of a bumpy start... but we managed to come to a better understanding and enjoyed our time with him.

On the 7th day - I flogged and beat and pegged my boy till he passed out from exhaustion.  Sweet bliss!

On the 8th day - Mr. L. came for a visit!  YAY!!!  LOL  Let's just say it was even better then the first visit.  Of course, he'll be a little disappointed if this is all I write about his visit... so a little note for more to come.

On the 9th day - We took another break.  With big plans for New Year's Eve, I decided it would be prudent to get the house all in order.  So while my cuck caught up on laundry, dishes and the general house up keep... I worked on primping and prepping for a big New Year's eve night!

And Finally

New Year's Eve!  That, my friends, will just have to wait until I can write the stories to do the night justice... But yes, it was a HOT, SEXY, AMAZING time!

Trust in Me

After the whole cuffs fiasco, I was pleased when just a few days later he came begging for a little play.  I knew he understood my intent.  Trying hard to give me whatever little bit he was capable of.  Such a sweet token of trust.  

You see, part of our discussions the previous month had been over his holding back, not quite letting go of that last bit of control I needed.  Now given where we started, this was understandable.  Neither one of us had any idea exactly where I would lead us when we first started.  I had a lot to learn, things to discover, and societal habits that needed breaking.  Early on, it was clear he maintained a measure of control himself.  I didn’t mind, as it gave me a sense of comfort while I explored this new side of me.  AS time went on though, there were times when we played that he would completely let go.  During those times, I felt a sense of ownership, complete control.  As I came across this feeling more often, I wanted it more often.   I wanted it ALL the time.  But deep down I knew he had to finish letting go.

So for him to come to me while injured, hurting… trusting that I wouldn’t harm him, was a big deal for us both.   I could have chosen to let him heal more, but I knew it would do us more good to show the trust was well placed.  So of course we played… I’m really just that insatiable.  While I took great care to not aggravate the knee, or cause any pain in the area… I also enjoyed removing his mind from the pain for a while, as I pegged the hell out of his cute little ass.

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. 

As the Week Turns

How to describe the rest of Tuesday night… that bleed into Wednesday and then vanished into Wednesday night?  

AMAZING?

INCREDIBLE?

MIND BLOWING?

MIND BLOWING!  Yes a Mind blowing, soul changing, completely magical passage of time.  As a new Domme, there are moments as I slide down the rabbit hole where I swear I can feel a fundamental shift in how I think, how I see, how I feel.  Kind of like having something buried deep inside that just erupts to the surface with such force that I literally feel it.  Tuesday night was one of those nights.

I had already cucked him with both D and whom I’ll have to call D2.  Both very hot, sexy, gifted, well-endowed men that left me feeling very sexually satisfied.  Now, earlier that day, during his spanking, he had been told there would be no sleep till I pegged him.  So once my studs had left, we took a bit of a break.  Grabbing a bite to eat, shoring up some plans for the weekend and chatting about us, D/s, and kinks.  About 2am, my boy finally disappeared to the bathroom to get ready.  Shortly after, we began.  And we played, and played, and then played some more.  In the living room, the bedroom, down to the basement.  Intense moments, bonding moments, sexy moments, and just plain Grrr moments.  Somewhere about 7am we took about an hour break for breakfast and quick rinse offs… but neither one of us was ready for bed.  So back to the bedroom where I tortured and cared, beat and devoured, fucked and made love to my boy till 2pm on Wednesday afternoon.  When we finally passed out for a few hours, we were still rubbing and wiggling against each other.  

Trying to decide how to write about it was difficult.  There’s no way to capture into words what really passed between us that night.  Writing about all that happened would take a lifetime without ever doing it justice.  "Filling you up" is just a small snippet of that night, but the best moment to capture how the night went on.  

The best part, we awoke Wednesday to another visit from a new stud that turned out to be incredible.  G was a very quiet, polite gentleman… and I worried he may not be anything near what I am looking for. But something told me to relax and his sexiness made it easy to do so.  But once he got comfortable, he turned out to be amazing.  Not quite as good a lover as D, but damn near close.  Though the quiet man turned out to be a rather forceful, take charge kind of lover who just loved the role play of being the bull.  Looking forward to his return.

Sadly, Thursday night, my boy started in with a nasty cough.  I’ll admit to feeling a bit guilty that I may have played him sick.  Though truly deep down, it was such an amazing night, I still feel it was worth it. 

 Poor boy!

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!”

Our little Girl

She laid there curled up in my arms, shaking like the fragile leaf she was.  Tears streaking down her face as the release she felt overcame her entire being.  We had used her hard, my boy and I, and she came through with flying colors.

When she comes over, she always walks in so shy and fearful, remembering the words we would tell her.  She relaxes a bit as we chit chat and catch up.  We push a few buttons with nothing more than words and watch as her shame comes back to the fore front as she admits what she wants, what she needs.  Her face turns a light shade of red as she is forced to stand and strip in the middle of the room as we watch.  Her entire body quivers at first touch and we watch as her mind slowly disappears as we begin to explore.  Just as she is about to completely lose herself to the pleasures, I roughly shove her down to her knees, then on to all fours.  I watch her body tremble with anticipation as I step back and just stare.  Then it begins…

She is beaten to the edge and sweetly pulled back over and over again.  The tears begin in earnest.  The assault of hands, floggers, and my crop begin to leave their marks.  I stuff her mouth with my boy’s cock to stifle her screams.  Focusing on it, she begins using his cock as a distraction from the pain.  I watch with interest at how her whole body settles down to the task at hand.  The shaking subsides; the flinching from my blows becomes more controlled.  I slow my strikes to allow him to thoroughly enjoy her skilled mouth for bit, before launching one last brutal assault on her ass.  When the edge in her voice lets me know she’s had more than enough, I grab a fist full of hair and drag her to her feet.  Instructing my boy to stand behind her, locking her arms behind her back and to hold her still, I continue my assault on her chest.  Enjoying the way her large, heavy breast bounce after each smack, I become almost giddy with pleasure at the site.  I take my time, seeing her as nothing but a toy for my amusement as I beat, pinch, bite and suckle her breasts till I have had my fill.

After a short break, we drag her up to the bedroom.  There she is turned into nothing more than a thing, an object, the target of our lust and passion.  Used until she was sure she couldn’t handle anymore and then used a bit more.  When at last we finish with her, she has nothing left, but to curl into a ball, smiling from ear to ear with tears streaking down her face.  I wrap myself around her and feel her squirm into me, needing my warmth for reassurance, her tears falling from her cheeks onto my breast.  That’s my good girl!

Tears

You’re stuck there panting, pinned underneath me and completely out of breath.  The smile speaks volumes to the evening we’ve had together.  I shower your chest and neck with sweet gentle kisses and I feel your breathing start to slow.  I feel a slight shift in your demeanor.  A quick peek at your glowing face proves me right.  But then that sheepish look crosses your face when you see me looking at you, watching you.  Like a kid caught with his hand in the cookie jar, you turn a shade of red and quickly avert your eyes.

“Your thinking about my new cock, aren’t you?” I guess correctly.

“Yes, Mama”

“You like my new cock, don’t you?”

“Aww Gawd, YESSSS, Mama”, you say, as your eyes light up with delight at the mere thought of it.

“You’re thinking about how much you really want that cock stuffed back inside of you, aren’t you? You nasty little boy!”  You quickly turn your head to avoid eye contact, before I even finish my sentence.  Your voice drops all the way down to barely a whisper

“Yes, Mama”

I raise up, towering over you, playfully slapping you on the face to get your eyes back on mine.  You quickly stare back at me with that intensity and focus I love.

“You are such a hungry, greedy, little bitch.. I always knew that.”

“Oh Mama, PLEASE!” Is all you manage to get out

I shift my body just a bit as I lift up your legs, exposing your ass.   I press my pelvis up against it and begin grinding into you, teasing you.  I watch as your eyes roll back, and you begin to moan softly.  It’s in that exact moment the little devil inside taps me on the shoulder in response.

“Now we both know, I’m probably gonna fuck you again… so it’s really just a matter of when”.  And with that I proceed to tease and torment you, slowly and deliciously.  I watch you becoming delirious with desire and need.  I find it so beautiful to watch you being stripped completely bare in these moments.  So much so, that I want these moments to last forever.

But it doesn’t take long till you’re reduced to only one word, “Please”, repeated over and over in that desperate, pleading voice of yours.  That is when you manage to catch your breath long enough to speak at all.  Then it happens.  I notice a single tear forming as your voice shifts into a more painful form of pleading.  It touches me so deeply; I bend forward to kiss the tear away before getting up to grab my strap-on for another round.

Claiming What's Mine - Part 2

The intensity of the moment sends you literally flying off my cock and out of the bed.  You stand there half dazed and bewildered yet still full of the lust and longing from the moment.

I watch you intently, so unsteady on your feet.  You shake your head slightly as if you are still trying to shake the final cobwebs, trying to comprehend what just happened.  I see those little peeks at me, at the cock still standing tall between my legs.  I see the traces of longing still in your eyes.  I know the mental debate is coming and I smile as I begin stroking my cock, enticing you on.  My smile broadens as I can see my incentives are working their magic on you.  You get that crooked little grin and then turn away quickly, trying to hide it from me, but inadvertently showing off that cute little ass of yours.  I let out a loud “Mmmmm” at what I see.   It seems to be straw that finally breaks your will as you turn and quickly climb on the bed and straddle me, reverse cowgirl style.   If only you could see the wicked grin that crosses my face.  

I begin caressing your rear as you slowly work my cock back in, very much enjoying the view and the show.  As you finally get near the base, I quickly stiffen my hips to help finish the job.  You let out a loud moan as my hands snakes around your hips, finding the perfect grip right there in the crease and using it to pull you in deep.   You slowly begin to rock, back and forth, up and down.  For a moment, I relax, letting you do all the work, and just watching you work your hips.  Running my nails down you back, I feel that electricity pass between us.  That familiar feeling I get when I know you’re getting lost on me.  The whimpers and moans you let out in pleasure, drive me intensely crazy with lust.  Slowly, I begin thrusting my hips upwards in perfect unison.  I watch you intently, as your head rolls back, eyes closed.  I can barely see then, but I know.   The steady rhythm of a near perfect dance, is lolling you to faraway lands.  To bring you back, I begin quickening the pace.  Once again grabbing hold of your hips, pulling you to me to help you match my pace. That pace which seems to just flow from somewhere deep inside.  

Then I hear it.

The spiraling increase to your moans.  Ahhhh, now I have you.  We both know it.  Know where I’m taking us.  Together.  It quickens my pace as I feel it begin to grow deep inside me too.   It drives me faster, harder in order to make it grow.  That beautiful orgasm that makes us both just float away.  Then right before it explodes, I feel you contort.  It almost stops me.  Then I feel it, warm, dripping down my leg.  I nearly laugh out loud with my utter excitement.   How I love making you cum with my cock up your cute little hole.

It drives me utterly insane with lust, as I renewed my pace; you matching me stride for stride.  Your moans have long since turned to near screams.  Never edging down, never backing off.  Once again, I feel it building again.  Back building with renewed vigor.  Your screams almost mimicking the spiral upwards I’m feeling.  As I explode with my orgasm, I feel it again.  A warm drip on top of my thigh, as I’m feeling my own juices come gushing out.  You literally go flying off my cock, stumbling out of bed completely.  The most wicked grin spreads across my face, even as I’m near breathless.  I see that look in your eyes.  The one that lets me know you are pondering the thought of just how crazy I might really be. 

It makes me smile even wider.

Claiming what is mine - Part 1

I see you lying there sleeping so soundly. Back facing to me, all curled up on top of the sheets. That cute little ass of yours slightly wiggling with every breath you take, taunting me. My mind begins wander back to the events of last night. With each passing thought, I get a little more wound up, a little more turned on, a little more wet. I reach down and begin stroking the cock I’m still wearing from the night before, trying desperately to find the patience to let you sleep just a little bit longer.
But soon, the excitement gets the better of me and I begin to let it all go. Letting my hand trail slowly up and down you back, each down stroke going a little lower until my hand is now rubbing that which I desire. Letting my finger find that crease in your ass, I begin to slowly tease your opening. You let out that gorgeous little whimper of a moan that tells me, even in you sleep... I know what you really want. With my other hand, I reach down and begin slowly stroking my cock again. Soon, I just can’t wait any longer, and I begin stroking my cock slowly up and down your crack. I linger the head right there at your opening, teasing it, waking it up long before I wake you up. Finally the stimulation begins to get to you, slowly rousing you from your slumber. You roll over onto you back, still clinging to the edges of sleep. But the decisions been made, it’s time to wake you up and take what’s mine. I reach down and begin stroking your cock, watching it get hard. Your moans and whimpers let me know you’re coming around. You breathe shallows up, your body starts writhing with the pleasure, letting me know it’s time.
I gently roll you back over on your side, adding a little more lube on my cock. Again I begin rubbing it up and down your crack. You respond perfectly, wiggling and pushing back against it. I let the head find your hole, my hole, and begin to slowly, gently push it in. A little gasp from you lets me know I’m passed the first ring. I slowly pulse my head right inside your ass and you begin to wiggle and push back on it, desperate to get more in. I let it slowly slide in further, feeling you tense up just a bit as the further invasion starts to register for you. If only you knew how hard I fight that urge to just slam it all in there. One smooth strong stroke to claim again what is mine. But instead I ride that wave of desire in my head, feel the power rush surge up in side and smile. I pause for a moment to look down at the beautiful site, my cock stretching out that ass. Watching that pink little ring turn back white as I slowly pull out. I keep that pace up for a little while. Long, slow, steady strokes… watching each time as my cock slides in a little more and a little more.
But then I feel that wave rising quickly, my pace picking up as it does. My orgasm rapidly taking over, my fingers dig into your hips almost to the point of pain. My other hand reaches up and grabs a fist full of hair. You moan in anticipation of the assault that’s you know is coming. Faster and harder now, I continue to fuck you, but with complete reckless abandon. My moans and screams now matching yours. As tidal wave comes crashing down, I make sure you feel every bit of the intensity I do. My hips shaking violently, my thrust now coming hard and deep. Desperately trying to get every inch of that cock buried deep inside you as I climax. Finally claiming what is mine all over again. Soon I collapse down on top of you, feeling spent… for a second at least.