Double Duty

Spent two nights in a row with The Captain last week, and we've moved from just rough sex into more S&M.

The first night, he started things off with a good, long flogging while I was bent over his bed. Full, hard thudding blows, and wrist-flicking strikes that sting. Hitting my back, shoulders, arms, thighs, calves, and of course my ass. My ass, my ass, my ass, until it was burning and hot. Attacking my palms and the bottoms of my feet until I was begging him to stop. Beating me until I was pressing my face into his mattress, inhaling the smell of him, and sobbing. For an hour, until I finally stood up, arms and legs shaking, and said, "please, please, no." Then he came up behind me, put his arms around me, and kissed the tears running across my cheeks and neck. And then, of course, fucking me until my eyes rolled back in my head. Fucking me in the ass so good it felt the top of my skull was going to blow off.

Later that same night, he flogged me again. Harder, mostly on my ass, while I was lying on the bed on my stomach. I was already so sore, and he did it hard enough and long enough that I started to zone out from the pain. The endorphins kicked in so much that I got drowsy and almost nodded off. So relaxed and so happy.

The next night, he flogged me even worse (because I'd asked him to). Again, bent over his bed, I was screaming into his mattress at the top of my lungs. Now, knowing my body better and how it can take a flogging, what kind of strikes don't bother me too bad and which ones I can barely tolerate (the flicking, stinging ones), he was able to really hurt me. Again he held me, from behind, when I'd had enough, then pushed me on the bed, on my knees, and fucked me while I was still weeping and shaking.

I slept over that night. We joked around, talked, and laughed a lot before going to bed. I nestled against him, with him arm around me, while sleeping. The next morning his alarm went off and while still half-asleep I felt him reach over, turn off the alarm, turn back and lean over me for a few seconds. Then he kissed me carefully on the lips and laid back down to doze off for a bit.

This sentimentality from him doesn't alarm me like it normally would because I know he's fucking other girls and that he doesn't want anything from me, except those hours we have together. And he knows I don't want anything from him, except those hours together. Maybe that's why it works, and we can be so affectionate together and compassionate to each other, because we know that neither of us owns the other.

Also, this past weekend, went on a date with an older male dominant and his young female submissive. That was an interesting dynamic. Seems like it'd be something where she and I were both submissive to him, but I was dominant over her. Although, I can tell that I'm definitely more sadistic than he is, and she might not realize what she'd be getting herself into. If I were to join a BDSM couple (man and woman), thinking I'd enjoy it more if the female and I were equals and dominant over the man. But at the same time, I'd love to be used like a whore by two men. Weird, huh?

Natural Sweetness

The Scientist is shy sweetness epitomized. My age, around 5'9", black hair, dark eyes, wide and angular features, and the most lovely body. Strong, wide shoulders and thick, firm arms. A sexy tuft of chest hair and neatly trimmed pubes. A beautiful bubble butt and the thickest cock ever. Even more beautiful than this one. A treasure. As thick as my wrist, and he claims to never have been told by a girl before and not have known it was above average. (Whatever, you guys always know).

He's naturally and smoothly submissive in his manner, but seemingly only toward his women. The way he talks about other aspects of his life, it seems like he certainly isn't a pushover. The first time we got together for dinner, he revealed that while he'd always been passive and giving toward his girlfriends he'd never submitted before.

That threw me for a loop. Do I really want to fuck with someone so green? Who probably has a pitiful pain tolerance and all the cliched ideas of D/s that he's seen in porn?

But he was so sweet and roped me in. We were at his place, me sitting on his bed and him lying on it, talking, and he gently put his head on my knee, looking up at me from the corner of his eye. Again, he threw me for a loop - it wasn't a con and it wasn't a smooth move, but like the genuine supplication of a pet begging for affection. How could I not sweep him up and hurt him, hurt him, hurt him?

We started slow. He gave me a nice full-body massage, very long and giving and not sexually solicitious like most men rubbing you down before a fuck. He asked to go down on me, and did a fairly good job (slow with steady pressure and long licks). Then I made him undress and laid him out on the bed and examined him with my hands and mouth.

I usually like to do some kind of body exam with a new submissive, tying them up and poking around and figuring out which parts hurt too much and which hurt just right and those special spots that drive them wild when teased. With The Scientist, it was also to help ease him into the mindset and for me to figure out his level of pain tolerance.

Oh my, was I pleasantly surprised. He can take a lot of and shows GREAT potential for CBT. He wanted me to squeeze his cock and balls so hard it was amazing. Can't wait wait wait to work him over.

So it was your typical tame session, in many ways. But still fulfilling for me in his natural submissiveness and sweetness. His manner was so sincere and fluid, not played. There was lots of spanking and choking and kissing. He asked to kiss my feet at one point, with me sitting on the bed and my feet on the floor. On his knees, he bent over and kissed my feet tenderly and lovingly, with his beautiful ass high up in the air, available for spanking and pinching and grabbing. Seriously? It was a tender fucking moment.

He admitted he's got a bit of a foot fetish, and we agreed that I'll train him to give a pedicure.

We didn't fuck because he was too thick to fit into my condoms. That was the worst, driving home that night without having any dick because he was TOO BIG. And this is the second time that's ever happened to me. So from now on, I'm carrying Magnums as well as my regular brand. Because that sucked. Bad.

Scratching the Itch

The Captain is a 6'4" tattooed and pierced punk/goth scenester in his early 30s. And he might just be a bigger whore than me. Our first get together, I went over his place and we were fucking within an hour (if up to me it would've been sooner, but he felt like talking, I guess). We were up until four in the morning, and I slept there for two hours before heading off to work.

I can barely remember all of it in order. It was just sucking, licking, biting, smacking, fucking fucking fucking. He was surprisingly impressed that I have no gag reflex and slapped my face while I gave him deep-throat. He knew I like breath play, so he'd pinch my nose shut and hold my head tight against him. So fucking hot. He's a moaner when getting head, which is the best; I hate guys who lie there and take is silently.

I do very, very distinctly remember the last fuck. He said, "I want you on your knees," and I got on the bed on all fours. He stood next to the bed and fucked me from behind hard. So damn hard the friction made me dry, and he kept on going. He reached forward and grabbed the front of my throat, choking me and pulling my head and torso backwards. With his other hand, he'd slap my face over and over while fucking like a monster.

He'd treated my mouth so rough that the next day my throat was seriously sore and I ended up losing my voice.