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Training Day 15NOV16

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While we were at Desire, Maximus and i had a lot of discussion about how things were going with our D/s, including needs, wants, where we could improve, what needed changing, etc. It was a great conversation to have because we really had put D/s on the back burner while we dealt with issues regarding a huge neighborhood debacle, searching for a new place, renting out our condo, and then moving into our new home.

i wouldn’t say we stopped our D/s, as we continued our CEO/COO roles (especially as i worked the transition from one home to another), but the sexual/sensual aspect really slowed down, nearly to a halt. We continued to have Happy Half most days in order to catch up with each other and give Maximus a time to wind down, but my training stopped, we didn’t review the contract, Maximus didn’t reinforce rules when i failed to obey them, and we rarely had sex. Frankly, we were both emotionally beat from the neighborhood issues, even to the point where Maximus’ health was affected. At Maximus’ request, after He’d been given a clean bill of health and it was determined that His issues were stress-related, i found Him a kink-aware counselor to help Him manage the stress of the situation. She’s been magnificent! (By the way, here is where i have found kink-aware professionals when we’ve needed them from time to time: National Coalition for Sexual Freedom.)  So it suffices to say that we just didn’t have the capacity to really focus on D/s.

However, i will say, and Maximus is very upfront about this, we were able to stay together throughout an extremely stressful period that could have easily fractured most couples. Not only did we not come apart, we grew closer and stronger because of it. This was something new for both of us. i won’t say we didn’t have any conflict throughout this time, we did, and this is the area where i strayed from my rules, but it was nowhere near what it could have been and certainly was nowhere near any of the conflict we had at the beginning of our D/s relationship.

We both agreed that the first thing we needed to do was to review our contract, to make sure we had a solid foundation, and restart my training, to break the bad habits i had developed over the past year. Initially we planned contract review at Desire, but then felt there would be too many distractions and not enough private space for us to really focus on something so important. It was a good choice.

Maximus asked me to prepare a space for contract review to coincide with Happy Half (i’m not sure i’ve gone into detail about Happy Half other than a notation in a post about a prior contract review, so i’ll make sure to go into detail about this in a future entry). He also instructed me to prepare our bedroom for a scene after training was completed, including waterproofing our mattress, ensuring bed restraints were accessible, and assembling cuffs, spring links, spreader bars, clover nipple clamps, two Hitachi wands, img_1226gags, blindfold, crop, and lube. i happily went off to do this and returned to Him naked, wearing only my Christian Louboutin heels He bought for me in Paris, to let Him know the tasks had been completed. He’d initially planned to start our training in an hour an a half, but appearing naked, He immediately moved up our training time! (Note: One of the things that Maximus has requested since i moved in two years ago was that i spend as much time as practical being naked and clad in stilettos. But because we lived in a condo adjacent to a community pond and dealing with neighborhood issues, i was not comfortable in doing this. Our new home affords us much more privacy and upon returning from Desire, where we were naked most of the time, i have been more able to comply with Maximus’ direction). i prepared a bottle of champagne and two flutes, two copies of our contract, pens, and my collar, which Maximus secured upon the commencement of my training.

We had great discussion while reviewing our contract. First, we had to update our address! He commended me on remembering to address Him as Sir or Maximus, after He’d corrected me when i had failed to do so in a Tweet prior to our trip to Desire.

tweet-and-textWe discussed finding a community here like we have with the Swingset group at Desire and how to go about doing that. i was tasked with updating our Fetlife profiles and finding munches/classes to go to in order to meet like-minded others. And tasked with re-establishing contacts in swinging as well. We talked about the troubles we’d had in finding others in BDSM in the past (mostly trepidation on our part) and that we just needed to “get over ourselves” and do it. This led into going over how we play with others, my ownership and His dedication to me. i will not be given away as property to another Dom/me, rather loaned to serve/play in a scene as He is comfortable with at His will, with my ability to request; and that He will not take on other submissives or become submissive to another. And we had quite a discussion on polyamory, which i will discuss in another posting (we are not polyamorous).

Maximus was very pleased that i was spending more time naked while at home. We discussed the parameters of this and that i was to be naked as much as practical, that is, if i am working on projects that require me to go in and out of the house, have multiple errands during the day, guests scheduled, or doing something that it is safer to be clothed, i do not have to go in and out of a clothed state–i am to wear clothing as not to interfere with getting my tasks done in those cases. An apron, sexy lingerie, silky robe may be worn and while stilettos are His preferred choice of footwear for me, He understands that this can be an issue going up and down our hardwood stairs all day. His preference is that i am in stilettos for Happy Half when i am naked. And i was instructed to find a wrap-around dress that i can keep by the front door and quickly don should i need to answer the door, as it would not be appropriate for me to answer the door in a silky bathrobe.

We deferred going through my BDSM checklist until our next training as our review had already taken an hour and a half.

We then had our scene. Maximus led me upstairs and i knelt on my kneeling pillow. He applied my cuffs to my wrists, blindfolded me, inserted the ball gag and instructed me to tap my right hand on the bed for my safeword since i would not be able to speak. He then took me to standing, applied the clover nipple clamps, took off my shoes, and positioned me on my back on the bed. my wrists were secured to the bed restraint system, cuffs applied to my ankles, spreader bar secured and restrained spread eagle. Maximus cropped my breasts and clit, fingered me so i squirted over and over. He then brought the spreader bar holding my ankles up to my wrists and secured me, exposing my pussy. Unfortunately, i had squirmed up against the headboard, unbeknownst to Maximus and positioning me this way jammed my head to the side and into my chest, giving me a sensation of choking against my collar. i tried to overcome this feeling, but i had made a mistake in putting two Liberator blankets on the bed over the waterproof sheeting, velvet side up, and i’d gotten really warm because of it, which was causing me to overheat and feel suffocated. i had to tap out and while i tried to stay calm, i got a little anxious because i’d waited too long to safeword. Maximus did a wonderful job of getting my mouth and neck free of the gag ball and collar so i could communicate that i needed to be pulled away from the headboard. Maximus also discovered that my squirming had not only pushed me into the padded leather headboard, but that it had caused the tail end of my collar to come out and bind behind my neck, causing the collar to feel tighter.

i was upset that i’d had to safeword out. i really hate that as i fear that i am disappointing Maximus. And, i was really looking forward to the play while being restrained all-fours on the spreader bar. But Maximus was thrilled with the play we’d had, especially the copious amount of white cum i’d sprayed all over, which was dripping down the headboard!

i don’t know why i used the Liberator blankets over the plastic sheeting. Normally i put it under a fitted cotton bed sheet, which is so much cooler. Mistake from not having a scene for several months. But a great learning experience to apply in future scenes.

Maximus freed me from all the restraints and left the clover clamps to last. It is always excruciating to have those removed! Maximus allowed me to curl into Him as He removed the first one, causing me to scream. He loves to cup and squeeze my breast after He removes the clamps, which make it even more painful–but so, so good! The second one came off the same way. And i had such beautiful bite marks (that itched for days as they healed, a constant reminder of Him)!

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Desire’s First Dungeon!

Photo by @DylantheThomas

Wednesday night was a first at Desire–they hosted a dungeon for the kinksters here at the Swingset takeover. The staff actually made some fabulous apparatus from plans provided by J.V. and Shara: a cross, spanking bench, and kneeling bench. It was wonderful to have a place for our kink.

Maximus had me dress in a net dress that has cut-outs for each breast, my cuffs and collar, the black iridescent ultra high heels He surprised me with several years ago, and the slutty makeup He loves (lots of black eyeliner/mascara and red lipstick).

We arrived early into the Dungeon hours as we were concerned we wouldn’t get in! i didn’t have a lot of time to check out the dungeon before Maximus blindfolded me, but i do recall people draping the cross with towels for a scene. The play space was cordoned off for spectators and there were several couples standing and seated to watch.

Maximus led me over to a sheet-covered, cushioned, flat platform and applied my leather blindfold. i really appreciated being blindfolded so i wouldn’t be distracted by onlookers or other play adjacent to us in the dungeon. He then pulled my dress up to my waist, spread my legs apart, slid his hand into my dripping pussy, and caused me to squirt. i was so turned on that i ejaculated a huge amount, more than Maximus expected so early, and we were not prepared. i made a huge puddle on the tile floor that Maximus covered with towels. He reset me so i stood spread on the towels, arms extended like a Vitruvian man. He grabbed me and held me tightly against Him, His lips in my ear, one hand in my pussy, instructing me not to cum. It was so hard. He squeezed my nipples, again denying my orgasm. And then release, He returned to my pussy and gave me permission to cum. He did this over and over. All the while i held my arms outstretched to the sides. i’m usually restrained in this position–this was the first time i didn’t have straps or ropes to lean my aching arms into and it took a lot of concentration to maintain.

After some time with this, Maximus moved me to a seated position on the platform, pivoted me and told me to lay on my back with my legs spread/bottoms of my feet together. He applied nipple suction to both breasts and twisted then until they started pulling a vacuum. He whispered in my ear that my right nipple was dripping clear fluid under the pressure and that He was very proud of me.

Next came the crop. He cropped my breasts, first while they were flaccid with the tubes, and then taut while he pulled on the vacuum devices. And then He cropped my mons, pussy, and clit. Again, i was unrestrained, no spreader bar, no thigh cuffs or straps/rope, and was told to keep my legs spread and feet together. Oh that was hard!

Maximus alternated between cropping, tightening the nipple tubes, and making me squirt. He stopped denying my orgasms, whispering roughy in my ear that i may cum freely–and i did, over and over.

i did have to call my yellow safeword a couple of times as my clit and pussy took the edge of the crop flap several times. It was unusual for that to happen.

After this, Maximus did something entirely new. After increasing vacuum on my nipples again, He grabbed both tubes and pulled them away from my body, stretching my breasts out and then pushing them back into me over and over in rapid succession. It was wonderful! He’d do this until i came, give me a rest, and would then repeat. It was thrilling as i was never sure if the tubes would pull off, which can be searingly painful and usually throws me into subspace, but they never pulled off. I did have to call yellow after many rounds of this as it became more aggressive and i felt i might have heart palpitations if it continued any longer. From my medical background i know that you can create an electrical response and dysrhythmias from striking the chest in a procedure called precordial thump, and I felt we were getting too close to that. It did take my breath away, which was an interesting sensation.

Maximus then whispered in my ear that it was time for Him to remove my nipple tubes. He massaged my breast before squeezing it tightly and released vacuum on the tube. After pulling the tube, Maximus squeezed my freed, elongated, purple nipple while i gasped and came. He repeated the other side. He sat me up and let me get my equilibrium before assisting me to standing, but my legs were too wobbly to stay up. i heard one of the other subs who were coordinating the aftercare room come over and check on us, bringing towels for Maximus to wrap me in. Eventually I was able to stand. Maximus kept my blindfolded and led me to the aftercare room.

The aftercare room was colder than i would have liked. It wasn’t the fault of those running the dungeon–the back playroom has been notoriously too cold the last three years Maximus and i have visited it. We’ve never been able to successfully play in there because of the low temperature. Knowing this, Maximus piled on blankets and towels and wrapped Himself around me. He told me how well I’d done, stroked my hair, and helped me drink some water. When He determined I was okay, He went back to the dungeon to collect our things and clean up the space–one of the aftercare subs stayed with me.

When He returned i let Him know i was ready to have the blindfold removed and then my cuffs and collar. He was prepared for me to go sub when removing my cuffs, as i did the other night, but it only made me gasp and curl into Him rather than sending me into subspace.

We talked about the scene and i was surprised it hadn’t gone longer. He said He stopped the scene as when checking my skin temperature it had suddenly dropped. i’d not noticed this and never felt cold.  i think having a shorter scene than we usually do kept me from going sub.

Toys Maximus had me pack.

The aftercare room got too cold for me so Maximus led me out by the dungeon area to leave. We stopped briefly so i could see what was happening and i was thrilled to see all the areas being used and lot of people watching. People came up to thank us for the scene, hug me, and compliment on my smeared makeup (those were people who knew that was a fetish for Maximus). And then Maximus led me out, down the stairs of the disco, and over to the hot tub.

During our debriefing in the hot tub, Maximus noted that He felt the most connected He has ever felt in our kink play in a public space. He said He was able to focus on me rather than be distracted by other things going on in the dungeon or crowd. This was a big thing as He is easily distracted. He did look into the crowd twice, He said, and was entertained by the sight of women holding their own breasts and grimacing in response to what He was doing! He asked about the yellows from me and i shared about the crop edges. Apparently the size of the platform and proximity of the cordon to separate onlookers put Him at a difficult angle rather than squared off to me and that He’d be more aware of that in the future.

Back in our room later, we reveled at my purple nipples and red ring around each aerola before fucking.

The next day someone asked us about the noise from onlookers talking while we were scening. i replied that i never even heard them and only heard orgasms or cries from others in the dungeon once or twice. We were both extremely focused on our scene.

It’s Friday and my nipples are now blotchy red. i’ve loved these marks and how they’ve changed from deep purple to red.

Desire has my vote for a repeat dungeon!

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Unexpected Bliss

i had an amazing night last night. i hardly know how to describe it.

It’s been an overwhelming year for Maximus and me, the time between last year’s Swingset Desire trip and now. Neighborhood drama, a new grandson, son’s wedding, suicide of a cherished play partner, hypothyroid healing, moving, work, etc, and it’s really interfered with our D/s, play, and even just plain sex. We’ve had maybe one scene and therefore i’ve not worn my cherished collar or cuffs much.

Last night’s theme was Innapropriate Behavior and Deviant Desires. Getting ready for the trip, i pondered this theme and decided that instead of me dressing Maximus for this night, Maximus would choose for me, meaning that i would wear His favorite things from our play: my red satin lined leather collar and cuffs, my red satin ribbon laced vinyl boots, the black G-string with the metal C-ring in front and matching cupless underwire bra with metal C-rings for my nipples to protrude, silver bell tweezer nipple clamps, bright red smearable lipstick, heavy black eyeliner and non-waterproof mascara that would run down my face if my eyes water, and messy, freshly fucked wild hair. This is His favorite way for me to dress for Him.

And, the foxtail buttplug.

Mind you, i’ve NEVER worn my foxtail out other than one small house party where it freaked our friends out and i promptly removed it, and a play session with kinky friends with my original foxtail where the tail was accidentally broken in the middle of a scene causing an immediate, horrible crash for me. i adore my tail, it’s special, extremely personal, and i’m terrified of it being broken, grabbed, or misunderstood. It’s not a costume, it’s not a sex toy, it’s my persona, my spirit animal, an extension of my soul and sexuality, sacred. Maximus has asked me for the past two years to bring it to the Desire trip and i have refused, afraid of it being mistreated by unintentional mishandling by others, being shamed, and it being damaged by the humidity or water from the pool/spa. Taking my tail was my gift to Maximus and He was beyond thrilled. This was a big thing. BIG.

Getting ready in the room, our neighbor came over to visit, saw my tail set out on the bed with my things, and immediately made a beeline for it. Terror shot through me. Somehow i managed to squeak out, “Careful, that’s my tail, it’s important to me,” before he grabbed it without permission. i picked it up to show him as he reached for it exclaiming, “Does that go in your butt?!?!?” Crap, it’s my nightmare, everything i was afraid of. Maximus recognized this. i handed my tail to Him and retreated into the bathroom so He could explain the tail to our neighbor, and did my makeup.

i dressed after our neighbor left. Panties, boots, bra, silver bells, tail. And as our protocol, knelt with my hands holding up the back of my hair so Maximus could put my collar on me, and then my cuffs, one by one.

i felt amazing. It is difficult to describe exactly what it was other than i felt entirely me, energized, confident, bulletproof, beautiful, turned on. my pussy dripped down my legs, into my boots.

The party was fantastic. Many people were amazed. No one grabbed my tail, people asked to stroke it and i held it for them to touch. Some people seemed put off by it but i didn’t care. i was able to tell the story of my tail, what it meant to me, and how it wasn’t a costume for me. We visited with a woman who’d come to the previous night’s party as a pony, completely recognized by me as a pony, not a costume, and had encouraged me by her presence as her pony persona with her gorgeous tail to be brave enough to wear mine tonight. We understood the significance of each others tails.

But most of all, i was me. It was empowering.

We went up to the hot tub area later to watch the show, which was moved back to the disco. i spent some time as a “therapy fox” for someone who needed some comfort, enjoying the time as they stroked my soft tail. Then suddenly the bed at the top of the stairs appeared to glow as if under spotlights, beckoning me. i asked Maximus if we could spend some time together on that glowing bed and He led the way.

And then the most amazing, unplanned scene happened. i got on all fours and Maximus slid beneath me to lick my pussy. The panties came off but my tail remained. He finger fucked me, made me squirt all over Him before moving behind to fuck me hard, yanking my hair. It was fantastic! my collar ring clanged, my silver bells rang, i was in heaven. Maximus walked in front of me and fucked my mouth, smearing my red lipstick all over my face and sending a torrent of black eyeliner and mascara down my cheeks. He then fucked me hard and we reveled in our sex.

After some aftercare, i decided i wanted to go to the hot tub. We spent time discussing it as it meant removing my tail, cuffs, and collar, but in the end i decided it was time. Kneeling into Maximus on the bed, He gently unclasped the cuff, pulled the end free of the buckle and slid the satin off my skin, holding my wrist against His chest. It made me gasp and a sob came from deep within me. Tears welled into my eyes and i leaned deeper into Him. He kissed my wrist and reached over to my other hand, pulling it into Him. Again, He removed the second cuff and i crumbled, tumbled immediately into subspace. my collar came off next, then my tail, where i clutched it to my chest and sobbed. He gently removed my boots and held me, leaving my silver bell nipple clamps.

i remember feeling so naked, like a turtle pulled out of its shell. It took a long time for Maximus to bring me back, wrapped up in towels and held.

He led me to the hot tub when i was ready enough and we slid into the warm water, me oblivious to everyone else there. He held me close in the water and i was suddenly ravenous for Him. i’ve never had this reaction after subspace before, but i was enormously horny and couldn’t leave Him alone! i jumped onto His cock and fucked Him, reached behind and pulled my legs onto His shoulders and rammed myself onto Him. He finger fucked my ass. Orgasm after orgasm, even squirting hot streams of cum all over His cock. Exhausted in bliss, i snuggled into His neck.

He left for a moment to get me some water and returned with some more experienced BDSM friends and explained what happened, a bit concerned about me. i do remember this, but was so blissed out that i was beyond speech.

Suddenly i got cold, yes, in a hot tub! Maximus led me out, dried me off and took me downstairs for pizza before collapsing to sleep–with just one more fucking from Maximus after removing my silver bell clamps in bed before i slid off into slumber.

We don’t know why i had such an intense reaction. We think it was a combination of being so long since we’d scened, a long time since i’d been collared and cuffed, and the first time i’d been my true self with my tail in a large group situation. And i had been on such a high in my cuffs, collar, boots, etc, and had associated it with my appearance that removing it made me feel stripped naked.

It was definitely a night to remember.

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We Got VD – Valentine’s Day!

Goodness gracious! So sorry about the long absence, but i got super sick with influenza, yes, one of the thousands who got the flu bug, and even ended up in the hospital for a couple of days to recover.

Maximus was a saint through it all. i had requested that He continue with His business trip while i was in the hospital, a trip that turned out to be extremely important. Unfortunately, i got pumped up full of steroids between the time He left and came down, and He was confronted by a very angry gabriella by text and telephone, demanding that He not bother to come, as i had twisted the timeline in my infected state and believed He had stalled the trip down. my angry email that i am not proud of:

Everyone else has offered to help, to come stay, to bring something.
Everyone else has checked in with me rather than having me check in with them.
i didn’t want everyone else.
i wanted You to go on your business trip because it was important and i thought You’d be right back to see me. i was wrong.
You called on your way to the airport. You texted when You were in bed at Your brothers, so i wouldn’t bother Your sleep. i didn’t even know when You were coming back, You never bothered to share Your itinerary. You said You’d text when You landed and You didn’t. Your supposed arrival date here has changed 5 times. i heard all about what a priority Swimmer Guy’s mail was.
i don’t feel like a priority.
If tables were reversed, i would checked on You constantly, until You told me to stop. i would have come straight to You on my way home from the business trip. Nothing would have stopped me.
Don’t bother now. You’ve proved your point. i have everyone else.

Maximus’ simple reply:

See you later today.

Kisses

GOT

i barely let Him in the house when He arrived and i growled at Him, “i told you not to come.” i was in the tub when He arrived, thinking that i’d succeeded in convincing Him not to come down. “Well, if you’re going to fire Me, you’re going to do that to my face. you’re sick, baby, this is being sick talking. Can I at least hold you?” He came to me and wrapped His arms around me, pressing my face into His chest. “What medications do they have you on anyway?” Maximus checked my medications and started to chuckle. “No wonder you’re angry, look how much Predisone they have you on….you’re ‘roid raging!”

Maximus got me calmed down. He then cleaned every surface of my house with a Costco-sized package of Clorox wipes, fed me, started loads of laundry, changed my bedding, and put me to bed. He worked from my home and took care of me, giggled about my raspy voice that turned into a little girl’s voice as i recovered. He was quite the doting caregiver and i was well on my way to recovery when He headed home.

Our Valentine’s Day plans were for after Valentine’s Day and included me heading up on the train. We’ve discovered this is a less-expensive and very enjoyable way to travel to see each other. The train has wi-fi, albeit kinda spotty as it is cellular-based and doesn’t have consistent coverage the whole route, and they serve wine! The trip takes the same amount of time, but we arrive rested. As i was going to be taking the train, i became concerned about being able to transport His Valentine’s Day present as it was bulky and fragile. i wrapped His gift and He took it home to open when i arrived later.

i decided to harken back to 1930’s movies where a woman traveled by train to her lover, all decked out, and was met by Him at the train station. i wore a low-cut, cap sleeve, short flowing dress, white with black rose motif in honor of Valentine’s Day and red satin peep toe stilettos. Maximus was waiting out front for me.

We had an amazing prix fixe three-course dinner at a quaint restaurant in Seattle. We ordered cocktails and i presented Maximus with another Valentine’s gift, brass collar stays with racy hidden messages engraved into them, stored in a case that i had monogrammed GOT. i’d noticed in His travel bag that He carried a few old plastic collar stays and really deserved something much better than that. Maximus just loved them and as fate would have it, the shirt He was wearing had lost both collar stays, so He went through the case and picked out two that spoke to Him and i leaned across the table and inserted them for Him. So perfect! Inside His card, i wrote out a poem from Tyler Knott Gregson, All Things, that touched me as it made me think of Maximus:

All Things

You are all things
and in all things
I find you.
I see you in the ruffled
sheets still painted
with the silhouette of morning;
I see you in the tea that stains
the water that fills this cup.
I hear you,
your shuffled laughter as the
sound of a page turning
in every book I read.
The sound of my own breath
echoing in my own ears
before sleep and it’s you
whispering between the exhales.
You are all things
and in that
you are never
gone.
In all things
I find you and in that
we are never
apart.

Maximus was very struck by the same lines as i, and toasted “you are all things and in all things I find you.” It was absolutely stunning. 

We started talking and talking, about us, about our D/s relationship, about fears and the process of beating down those fears. Maximus revealed that He was no longer fearful of me sleeping with someone else, as in literally sleeping with someone i’ve been having sex with as part of our swinging lifestyle and playing separately. He trusts me and knows that i love only Him and that i would not betray Him. Sleeping with someone is not something that i had done very often in the past even as a single woman. As our contract requires, i had asked Maximus several months ago if i could go to the coast at the invitation of CycloMed, as his guest in a hotel where he was attending a convention, for a sexual rendevouz, but that it would, for safety reasons, i.e. driving home in the middle of the night on dangerous roads in the rain, be better if i could stay the rest of the night and drive home in the morning. Maximus not only agreed, but insisted that He would be angry if i attempted to drive home in the middle of the night from the coast; however, CycloMed had to cancel and it didn’t occur. i’d not requested another sleepover since, and really it wasn’t an issue. i had, however, received an invitation to get together with Wildride Pilot next month during some layovers, which i had informed Maximus about, and planned on telling Maximus this weekend that i was going to book a separate room to sleep in on the night that we’d not be getting together until very late. i think this invitation had gotten Maximus to think about this rule, even though i had not yet given Him the specifics as to times we would be meeting.

This lead to all kinds of great discussion about trust and fear, how our relationship and, thus contract, has evolved–it was just a terrific conversation.

We then headed home. Maximus instructed me to go inside, stand in the great room and wait for Him. He said He’d carry in my bag. i brought all of our toys with me this trip, except the chain mail dress, as He’d instructed for His plans for me–i had to pack the toy bag inside of my biggest suitcase and pack clothes around it and it weighed in at 49 pounds, one pound under the limit for checked baggage on the train! Maximus came in and told me to close my eyes and hold out my arms. He placed a package in my arms and when i opened my eyes found gorgeous red towels for my bathroom (Maximus decided i needed special towels for my master bath rather than all the same towels between my bathrooms)! It was a great Valentine’s gift and we laughed and laughed about it.

He instructed me to close my eyes again…this time a bag from Victoria’s Secret was placed in my hands. It was full of beautiful new panties, all styles, all colors and designs. Maximus had gone through my underwear drawer while taking care of me and was woefully unimpressed at my current collection. Maximus pulled my dress off over my head, removed my bra (bras aren’t to be worn after 6:30 PM at Maximus’), leaving me in my red stiletto heels as i’d not worn panties, just my bejeweled butt plug and Benwah balls. Maximus picked a pair of panties from the bag, steadied me, slipping my feet through the panties and sliding them up onto me, dressing me. He had me turn to model them, admiring them on me, telling me the story of picking them out. He then removed them and repeated with each pair. i absolutely loved being dressed by Him, like a doll. At the bottom of the bag was a sexy form-fitting short black lace nightie. He pulled off the last pair of panties and slipped the nightie over my head for me to model for Him. My current nightie and pajama collection was not impressive to Him (and truly, i never wear nighties or pajamas unless i’m sick, so they are admittedly old, faded, worn, and comfy, and not meant to be seen by anyone!).

i was instructed to crouch down, staying on my feet, and hold my arms out once more. This time a heavy package was placed in my arms. The first item in the bag was a ball gag, with a slotted red ball attached to a black leather strap. i had initially been fearful of ball gags and indicated they were a red limit to me, but i’d been fantasizing about them recently and actually enjoyed two scenes where Maximus, at my request, had tied rope through my mouth and around the back of my head as a gag during one and stuffed my panties in my mouth during another. The next object was a heavy chain leash with a black leather hand strap…it was so heavy! And finally, in the bottom of the bag were a bunch of heavy padlocks all connected together, pounds and pounds of them. Maximus giggled as i looked puzzled at them–i couldn’t fathom what these were about!

i wanted to give Maximus His gift and He said no, that it was time for Him to do a scene He’d been planning for my arrival. Maximus helped me to stand, reached up and removed my butt plug and Benwah balls. He then walked me into the kitchen where he had a new 200′ long spool of red hemp rope and several lengths that had been cut off of it on the granite island. Maximus pulled the top of my new nightie down, sucked and bit my nipples, taking my breath away. He picked up one of the lengths of rope and wrapped it first below my breasts and then above, then tied in front to cinch in between my breasts. He tied the back with another rope, lashing my arms together behind my back from the upper arm, down. my breasts were so taut and He slapped and flogged them. Then He applied the chained clover nipple clamps to my nipples, searing pain caused me to inhale sharply. i wanted to buckle at the knees, but He prevented me from doing so. He slapped and flogged my breasts some more and then walked away, returning with the padlocks. Only then did i realize what they were for! Maximus had shared an Kink.com video with me with breast bondage where padlocks were dropped onto the chain between clover nipple clamps, one by one by one, and i was going to experience this. The first padlock was applied gently onto the chain and honestly, i couldn’t feel it’s weight. Another padlock, and again, i couldn’t feel any change. Another, and another…then He squeezed the clamps and Oh My God! i dropped to my knees. He slapped my breasts and searing pain tore through me. i dropped forward, resting the padlocks on the floor and He flogged my ass, finger fucked me until i had squirted a huge puddle on the hardwood. i couldn’t support myself with my arms as they were restrained behind me and touching my nipples on the floor was like lightning, so i used my forehead and temples to brace myself and hold myself up and ended up with my head jammed against the bottom grate of His massive JennAir refrigerator. Maximus rolled me onto my back, the padlocks slid to my left side as He fingered my pussy and slapped my aching breasts. My left arm suddenly started to go numb so He released my arms. Maximus laid me on my back on the kitchen floor and began to fuck me…His chest pressing against mine was excruciating. The sounds coming out of me were unlike anything i’ve ever heard before, guttural, involuntary.

He eventually stopped and carefully removed the padlocks one by one from the chain and i knew removing the clamps, the searing, piercing pain of removing the clamps, was next. They were removed with more screams, His hands squeezing my breasts tightly, pushing the pain deeper. i’d not been able to keep my eyes open for much of the play and in fact, Maximus said they were rolled backward when they were open. Tears had been streaming down my face and my breath was in rapid pants. Maximus held me on the kitchen floor, kissed me, told me i was safe, how beautiful i was, and how proud of me He was as He stroked me. He slowly helped me to sit and then stand, wrapped a heavy robe around me and laid me down on the couch in the living room, curled, eyes closed and teary, breathing calmed. He stroked me more, praised me, and then went into the kitchen to clean up after our play.

When He was done, i asked Him to bring the present i’d had Him bring up with Him from before. i had made Him a large wall hanging out of wine corks, in the shape of a heart, graduated from white to darkest red. For months, i’ve been grabbing bags of corks from His extensive collection that He saves in giant apothecary jars next to His fireplace, worried that He would discover they were missing, or worse yet, catch me in the act! He was extremely touched by the gift.

Maximus brought me a bourbon and sent me upstairs to bed, where He would join me momentarily. When i pulled back the covers i found four love notes in between the sheets…

Oh how i love this Man!

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The Fox and the Bound

Continuing my weekend with Maximus…

Rope Harness
After taking a break from my punishment and reward, working on Christmas decorations, and talking, talking, talking, Maximus pulled out His new hemp bondage rope. We were going to our first rope bondage class, genital bondage, the next day. Maximus had been watching videos by Twisted Monk and wanted to try a body harness He’d seen.

It was AMAZING! He wove the harness on my naked body as i stood in the kitchen and could see my reflection in the stainless steel of His wall ovens. Not only did it look fantastic, it felt almost indescribable! It felt like a hug, being held by Him. The rope that went between my legs and up my back, running along each side of my clit and labia, cradling them, stimulating them. The rope vibrated as He continued to pull the rope ends through the harness and cinched against my sex when He adjusted out the slack and finished tying me up. And it was beautiful, really a work of art.

Unfortunately, we didn’t get any pictures of it because we got so aroused by the sight and feeling of it that Maximus took me upstairs to play in it! One of my favorite things was to have Maximus grab the diamond-shaped ring that was formed at my breastbone and pull me around by it–the rougher the better! He was so very careful with me, and i begged Him to be more aggressive. There was something about being trussed that made me want to be manhandled. And then we discovered how wonderful the groin ropes were! Maximus parted the twin ropes running along my labial folds to expose my dripping pussy and when He entered me, the ropes slid up and down the length of His cock, stroking Him. His face was fantastic in ecstasy! The ropes were slippery from my wetness and i discovered that i could reach down to the ropes at my Mons, grab them in my hand and create tension in the ropes stroking His cock. “Oh My GOD, it’s like the tightest pussy EVER!” He exclaimed. “It’s like a pussy extension,” i mused, and He just giggled! i experimented with the tension to discover His responses and also to prevent giving Him rope burns, especially since we had a couples date in just a couple of hours. At one point, He grabbed the harness and pulled and the whole thing shifted rapidly upward, harshly rubbing against my perineum and pushing the chest knot up into my neck. i was concerned about rope burn on my perineum and Maximus was very concerned about choking me. i reassured Him i was ok and we continued. Maximus flipped me over on my knees and fucked my ass, grabbing the ropes across my back, and came hard!

Having the rope removed was also enjoyable. There’s something soothing about having the rope slide across your skin…

After getting cleaned up, He brought out a new set of Ben Wa balls and inserted them into my pussy and they stayed for the duration of the evening, rattling and clanging inside of me.

BDSM Couples Play
We then went to Mountain Man and Sunflower’s house for a play date! Maximus and Mountain Man had communicated prior about scenes and Maximus and i talked about focusing on Sunflower, as i had a lot of focused play from Mountain Man when they spent the weekend with me and i wanted to make sure Sunflower received that in return for my appreciation. Maximus picked out my outfit, His favorite, short, flouncy, black leather skirt with red ribbon trim around the hem and in corset fashion on the front of each hip; sheer, stretchy top with Bandeau-style front, long sleeves that looped over my middle finger, and long tailed back that extended below the hem of my skirt; my gorgeous black stiletto boots with red ribbon lacing up each side; and my tail, of course! i felt so sassy and reveled in the fact that this was His favorite of my club outfits. When i came downstairs, He mentioned His fetish for bright red lipstick. i dug around in my purse and found some. Then, i remembered how much He adores seeing black mascara run down women’s faces when their eyes water up from gagging on blowjobs, so i asked Him if He desired me to slut it up some more, and He enthusiastically voted yes! i returned with dark goth eyes with heavy liner and mascara, rouged cheeks, fiery red lips, and mussed-up updo hair with curly tendrils that fell into my face and on my shoulders. “WOW!!” is all He could say.

Mountain Man and Sunflower were impressed with my sluttiness–they’ve not seen me in full slut before! Sunflower hit the shower soon after we arrived and i hit my knees in the living room, giving blowjobs to Maximus and Mountain Man. Maximus ordered me to deep throat them, and as i had a glass of wine, i kept vomiting wine into my mouth when i gagged, which was frustrating, but thoroughly amused them! When Sunflower returned from her shower she giggled and said, “Oh no, look at your eyes, your mascara has run down your face!” and i replied, “That was the point!” i held onto both Maximus’ and Mountain Man’s cocks, alternating between them, and then taking them both together in my mouth–oh how i love that!

We moved to the bedroom to watch Mountain Man tie up Sunflower. He did a “frog tie,” having her on her back with knees bent, binding her arms to her legs. Mountain Man did one side and Maximus learned by tying the other. It was magnificent! i watched as they played with her. Sunflower has a painful shoulder, so she needed to be released from the bondage and i was up next for play.

Maximus came behind me to enter me and i reached back to move my tail to the side so it wouldn’t get in the way, and it seemed like it was tucked somewhere. i kept feeling for it and finally realized…

Dude, Where’s my Tail?!?
My tail had broken off!!!! All i had was a 2-inch stub and the rest of my tail was on the bed–i was horrified! “Oh no!” i cried, “my tail, my tail!” i picked it up and held it against my chest. Mountain Man and Sunflower started teasing that i was a bobtail now, and i just couldn’t find it funny. Mountain Man told me to get over it, not realizing that it was really traumatic for me–i think he thought i was trying to play a baby role. Maximus, my ever caring and protective Dom, came to my rescue.
 

i was really glad that Maximus was there with me when this happened. i was really quite shaken by losing my tail. Even though i’ve only had it for a few weeks, my tail has become a part of my persona and losing it was like losing part of me, like losing an appendage or limb. Actually, it was like breaking Maximus’ body, as my body is His. i realized from this experience that acts or objects can become very special and others may not understand their significance to you or your Master, nor may you realize the importance of special things that others have. my tail is a cherished object, a unique and meaningful gift from my Master, not merely a sex toy, costume, or novelty item. i was also glad that Maximus knew first-hand that i had been careful with His gift and not been reckless or careless to break my tail off. And most of all, i needed Maximus at that moment. i was so upset and i needed support. Maximus scooped me into His arms and held me, reassuring me with His words and kisses as i hugged the broken tail into my chest. He understood what i was feeling.

After His reassurance, we returned to play and ooooooh, how we played! i was stripped from my clothing, keeping the boots on. Maximus asked me to get the clover nipple clamps so He could show Mountain Man and Sunflower “a trick” He’d learned on eXtreme Restraints University, the BDSM 101 videocast. He clipped the clamps to each aureola, behind the nipple (something we learned from the videocast, that we’d been applying them incorrectly to the nipple), and then brought the chain upward and told me to hold it in my mouth. He had clipped the clamps from the bottom, so bringing the chain up twisted my nipples up, very stingy! i had to crawl around on the bed with the chain in my mouth, answering yes or no questions by nodding or shaking my head, no talking; i was also forced to look up. They flogged me, used the riding crop on me, fingered me against the Ben Wa balls, made me beg for orgasms but not allow them until i looked up at Sunflower and she gave the ok. She thoroughly enjoyed being in control of my orgasms, especially in the denial.

While on my hands and knees, Maximus began fingering my ass and eventually had two fingers from each hand in my ass, pulling my asscheeks apart, and Mountain Man stuck his thumb in the middle–i had 5 fingers from three hands in my ass at once! Oh it felt sooo good! They then positioned me atop Mountain Man and DVP’d me, my favorite thing! There was a lot of ass play, anal fucking, cropping, and flogging. At some point, i was on top of Mountain Man in reverse cowgirl, riding His cock with my ass, Maximus with His cock and fingers in my pussy, feeling Mountain Man stroking in and out of my ass. I love my fingers in a woman’s pussy while she is getting fucked, it feels amazing to feel a cock slide against my fingers in the wetness of a tight pussy, and i’ve described that to Maximus. Later, as we all laid on the bed together, we all laughed that Maximus had essentially been stroking Mountain Man off during that, to which we teased, “it’s not gay if there’s a chick in between!”

i was moved to cowgirl and rode Mountain Man more. Maximus and Sunflower then flogged me unmercifully and got into fits of giggles about how red my ass was. They ran off to get their phones and snapped a ton of pictures, trying to get the best one to show off the red.

Eventually i was rolled over, Maximus pulled off the nipple clamps one at a time, allowing me to roil in exquisite pain of their release while Sunflower and Mountain Man watched. He held me in aftercare but then we got aroused again talking about everything and He fingered my pussy until i squirted over and over, hitting Him in the face and covering me.

We had a fantastic evening! And of course, made love when we got home, as we always do after play dates or clubbing, reaffirming our commitment to each other.

A Little Sex Shop Shopping
Before our class the next morning, we made a trip to the shop where Maximus picked up my tail, to see if they would exchange it for a new one. They did, which was super fantastic, and it brightened my day. i really was looking forward to wearing it to our friend’s birthday party next weekend and was really disappointed that the tail had broken the week before that. We looked around together and had a blast, not realizing until then that we’d never gone to a sex shop together before!

Maximus was checking out a case of crystal toys and motioned me over. He’d told me the day before that He wanted to “bejewel” me and i didn’t know what He meant by that. In the case were gorgeous crystal butt plugs with Swarovski crystals in the ends. i pointed out one that i found particularly beautiful and Maximus surprised me by buying it for me on the spot! i had no idea he was going to do that, i just knew it would please Him if i told Him which one i thought was beautiful.

Creeped Out
We then  headed out to the Genital Bondage class. Unfortunately, when we arrived, the location and appearance of the building and surrounding area was just so creepy that neither of us wanted to go in. i truly didn’t have any faith that either of our cars would still be there when we got out of the class in three hours. Maximus also wasn’t happy with the clientele He’d watched go inside, so we decided to for coffee instead.

During our coffee, we decided that we would continue to learn rope bondage with friends and online, and consider booking a private class in our home, perhaps with other couples. When it was time for me to leave for my trip home, i escaped into the bathroom of the coffee shop, inserted my new jewel and sexted the picture to Maximus sitting at the table. i rode the butt plug all the way home on my three-hour trip–and it will be a staple accessory for all long roadtrips from now on!

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Lost in Subspace

This should be an easy blog to write, having spent five amazing days with Him in and out of D/s play…but when i start to think about it, i realize much of it runs together and i can’t distinctly remember some of it as i was lost in subspace some of the time! i’m not complaining, it was unfrickingbelievable! Just makes blogging about it difficult! i need a video camera i think! Hmmmmm…..there’s a thought!

i think i’ll do this Rachel Kramer Bussel-style

Day One
i’m surprising Him…i came up to His place this morning, He’s in Phoenix for work until tomorrow night. A few months ago He mentioned how much He loved how i faux painted my cast concrete fireplace surrounds to look like stone and that someday He’d love for me to do His. i’ve been planning this for several weeks, knowing that i had extra time off before our planned time together this long weekend. i spent today priming and painting two coats of base color and will spend tomorrow finishing it up in time for His arrival home in the evening.

He keeps calling all day. i love this! i put Him on speaker phone while we talk and He asks if i’m in the bathtub…He’s trying to figure out what i’m doing while we are talking and i can tell He’s wondering why i’m there so early. i make things up. i hope He likes this and i hope there aren’t repercussions that i have been, essentially, lying to Him for two days to do this.

i had to pack my huge suitcase for this trip to accommodate all the toys and clothes for everything we have planned. It’s full, huge, heavy, difficult to get up the stairs! For the first time, i’ve unpacked my bags and moved into the empty drawers in the dresser and under my sink in His bathroom. This feels good. i put all the toys in the bottom dresser drawer, line up my sexy boots and shoes in His closet, and stow away my empty suitcase into the guest room closet. i’m home. This gives me butterflies.

i’m exhausted. We talked on the phone, i had some wine, and i can’t stay up any longer. i get down the “Fun Stuff” bag from the closet shelf, pull out the Hitachi-style corded vibrator, and give myself a fantastic orgasm before drifting off to sleep. i wrap myself in His sheets, hug His pillows, dream of Him here with me.

Day Two
i spend the morning masking off the fireplace to prepare for faux painting. i want to start early so i have it completely finished, including two coats of shiny polyurethane, when He walks in tonight. He’s on the road today, calls me all day again. i love hearing His voice.

i did not wear panties

He texts from the plane, “Ok. Hot chick eating your pussy while I fuck her. Your eyes and mine on each other.” i reply, “tomorrow.” We are going to a swinger party tomorrow that friends of His are hosting at their home. i am trembling inside, i can hardly stand the four hour wait until i see Him again. i take a bath, put on my long, off-the-shoulder black lace dress that He’s only seen on Skype. i know it’s early, but i just need to be sexy. i insert my tail, it shows through the shear lace, so sexy. The fireplace looks awesome.

i hear His car. He walks in, “I’m home!” and goes first into His office to drop off His computer bag. He walks into the great room, stops in His tracks and exclaims, “Oh my God!” and stands there with His mouth dropped open. “I love it!” i am so pleased. i get up from the couch, “Wow, look at you! Oh, your tail!” He says. We embrace and kiss; i am so glad He’s here. i’ve surprised Him, genuinely, finally! We talk while He unpacks, have some soup i’ve made, and then we go to bed together, at last.

“I thought I’d be too tired for sex tonight, but I want you,” he says as He rolls me over, gets on top and enters me. i’ve been swishing my tail against His legs and over his cock and balls. He feels so good. He brings me to orgasm over and over. i come so hard that i push the glass butt plug completely out. He comes inside me, replaces the tail in my ass, and we curl up to sleep. He wakes me two more times during the night to make love; He doesn’t come, however, as we have a party tomorrow night and He’s trying to conserve Himself.

Day Three
We wake in the morning and cannot keep ourselves from each other. While He’s in me i tell Him, “gabriella is looking forward to playing with Maximus this weekend.” So far, it has not been g and M, understandably. “Mmmmm,” he replies, “Me too.” He rolls me over, slaps my ass and tells me not to come. i let Him know our toys are in the bottom drawer of the dresser. He gets up, returns with the nipple clamps, “I can’t wait to try these.” He puts one on my left nipple, it sears me, i arch my back and gasp. He leaves the other end free, the chain trailing down my chest. “Roll back over,” He commands. “Do you want to come?” “Yes, please, sir, i want to come.” He tells me to count aloud to ten while He fucks me furiously from behind. When i get to nine He tells me to count five more. Oh, He’s so clever! i think. i get to 15, He tells me i’ve been good and can come. EXPLOSION!! He giggles, flips me over, tells me how good i am, tells me to spread my legs, grab my ankles, and pull my legs back toward my ears, legs open. i do this and He inserts His fingers inside my pussy into my sweet spot. He tells me not to come and pounds His fingers inside me. “Oh sir, please don’t make me fail! Please don’t make me fail!” He knows exactly how to make me come. i’m not sure i can hold off. He takes me to the edge, rolls me over and spanks me. He flips me back over and tells me to count to five. i do and explode into another orgasm.

When we are done, He takes me into His arms for my aftercare, telling me how pleased He is. My body is electric, but i can’t explain this wonderful electric feeling i’m feeling. There’s a buzzing in my womb, an energy. i feel like i have an orgasm trapped. i’m laying on my back next to Him, He’s on His side. i explain this, gesturing over my abdomen with a swirling movement with my hand. “i feel like i could have an orgasm right now,” i breathed, “even without you touching me.” “gabriella, come for me, I want you to come,” He said. He tells me to come, how much it would please Him, how much He loves me, and my body seizes into an orgasm! He grabs my hair when i come and it sends me into orgasm again, my body curling as i explode. It is incredible, something i’d only experienced one other time, years and years ago, as i woke myself up in the middle of a wet dream by coming. “Wow!!” He exclaims. “i told you there was something going on in there!” i was so glad He allowed me to come as i don’t think i could have handled the intense energy inside of me much longer. i was grateful for His generosity.

We take a shower and head out for errands, swimming, and a meetup date with a new couple. He’s met this couple years ago, with His ex-wife, JB, but they are into BDSM and JB was not, so the meeting did not go well last time. He really liked them, has seen them at the Club. i’d found them online and He was very excited that they interested me. We are meeting for drinks only as we have a party to go to tonight, and this couple prefers non-play first meetings. Maximus wants me to wear my tail, but none of my dresses are long enough to cover it in public. Instead, i put on my red garter belt and matching bra, no panties, black fishnet stockings under a low-cut red dress that looks like fire and knee high black stiletto boots. Maximus is pleased.

We arrive at the restaurant…well, where the restaurant USED to be just two weeks ago. It’s been torn down and is now a concrete hole surrounded by orange construction barrier fencing! i realize i don’t have their cell numbers, that we’ve only corresponded by email, oh no! We laugh that we’ve had couples not show up before, but have never had the building not be there before! i send a quick email with the situation and my cell number so we can meet elsewhere. After i send my email i see i have one from them with a new location. We see them heading up the escalator to the new place, Maximus drops me off and i call out to them, walking to our new restaurant while He parks the car. E is tall, 6’5″, e is petite, blonde, shy. We hit it off wonderfully, enjoyed drinks and visiting. She is sub to him. We exchange stories and our lifestyles. We decide that we would love to get together again to play. They mention that they do play separately and would be interested in doing that, and we relate stories of playing separately and how we share those experiences. When it’s time to part, we exchange hugs. E and i kiss passionately and he whispers into my ear, “Such a beautiful woman, I’ve enjoyed meeting you.” Ooooh! i can’t wait to tell Maximus.

We run back home to change for our party. We end up on the bed talking about our meeting with E & e and then a very deep conversation about our relationship. Maximus has been having trysts with vanilla women which become very drama-filled quickly. He always tells me about these and asks my opinions which include my recommendation that He stay clear of vanilla women for this very reason. It bothers me immensely to tell Him to stay away from anyone and i worry that this recommendation makes me look possessive and jealous–which i’m not. i tell Him this because i know He prefers drama-free relationships and He appears to not see how trysts with vanilla women will always bring drama. We are going to be late, but this has been an important discussion. i quickly change into my black strapless dress with the short hankerchief hem and red ribbon lacing down the front and matching kneehigh black patent stiletto boots with matching red ribbon lacing up each side–Maximus chooses my outfit.

It takes an hour to get to the party and we talk the whole way, continuing our earlier discussion and more. It is a small group, which is great. The hosts, A&A, are wonderful. Winegirl is beautiful, tall, blonde, voluptuous, wearing black leatherette thong covered with a matching loincloth with rhinestone accents at her hips and a matching bra top. Flyboy is warm and inviting, very tactile. There is a triad with two women, C and M, who are wearing matching black-trimmed pink babydoll lingerie and rhinestone black kitty collars–they are fantastic! They have matching tattoos and BDSM triskele emblem necklaces…ooooh!

i’m missing a collar and am a little envious at this.

Triadguy is solid, bald, gottee’d, a Harley-looking man. There is another couple made up of a quiet white guy wearing shirt and tie with an Asian girl who looks exactly like a vanilla friend of mine, so much so that i almost call her by the wrong name all night. They look new and shy.

We had a wonderful dinner. Maximus sat at one end of the table with Winegirl and triad girls and i at the other between shy guy and Flyboy. Flyboy was very smitten with me and i very much enjoyed flirting and touching and kissing him throughout dinner. He kept whispering how beautiful i was and how much he wanted me. At the end of dinner, Winegirl came over, pulled down the top of my dress and started sucking my nipple. Ooh! i stood up and started kissing her, pulling out her breasts as well. We enjoyed putting on a show for the table. We moved over the the couch, my dress off, boots on, and she laid me back to lick my pussy, enthralled with my piercing. Maximus came over to join. He ended up fucking her from behind while she ate me, our eyes locked, just like His wish He’d texted on the plane. i licked her pussy as well, then Flyboy wanted me to join Him in the hottub in the garage. Maximus came with. i floated on my back with my head resting on His chest while Flyboy licked my pussy–so very, very skilled he was! Others joined us. i got warm and exited, knelt in front of Triadguy outside the tub and gave him a long blowjob, deepthroating him. We eventually all moved upstairs.

The night was wonderful! After Triadguy, i joined Maximus with Winegirl, slipping my fingers into her pussy while He fucked her from behind. i put a finger in His ass and He immediately came in a huge shouting orgasm! After He left the room, Winegirl and i snuggled and played, and she said, “I don’t know what you did, but it made him come immediately and huge!” After we played, i found Flyboy because we’d not yet had a chance to and i was concerned that he might be thinking i was avoiding him. He pulled me into the bedroom, laid me on my back very gently and began caressing me. He entered me, asking me frequently if i was ok, which i assured him i was–he seems very concerned about my well being, which was nice, but after awhile i had to ask him to stop asking, that i would tell him if something was wrong. He flipped me over and told me to watch us in the mirrored closet door. He was wonderful, i came over and over. He took me to the shower and bathed me, so sensually, rubbing me all over with a showerscrub, telling me how beautiful i was. He also washed me hair. i returned the favor and then we got out after we ran out of hot water. We joined everyone in the living room afterward. We ate, visited in the afterglow. Maximus was exhausted and we had a long trip home, so we said our goodbyes and headed back.

i was exhausted. We crawled into bed and i draped myself over Him, and we were both dosing off to sleep. i felt bad that i was dosing off, thinking we should make love in reaffirmation of our devotion to each other, like we prefer to do after being with others. Maximus must have felt the same and i was gently awakened by Him rolling me over in my sleep and taking me. 

Day Four
This is our day, a luxurious day alone together. We woke in each others arms and talked about the night. We had plans to go swim. Our discussion fired our ardor and we made love again. He went downstairs and came back with coffee and His “indulgence” of the Sunday paper in bed. It was a beautiful morning together. He went downstairs again to check work email and i sent Him a message on Skype, “hello gorgeous…imagining you sitting in front of your computer in your robe, cup of coffee, and sexy woman upstairs in your bed…” i padded downstairs to Him to see if He wanted to take a shower before we went off to swim. 

Maximus determined this pic was photoshopped!

We headed upstairs and started the water, but then He turned off the water and directed me back to bed. i had found the riding crop earlier in His closet next to where the toy bag is kept and had laid it atop the bag on the floor next to the bed. He let out an “Aha!” when He noticed it and directed me onto my stomach. He pulled out the Hitachi-style vibrator, set it on high, and placed it under me, faced downward with the vibrating ball on my clit. Ooooh! The crop trailed softly over my skin, up and down my back, over my ass and down my thighs and then, whack!, smacked my ass. It stung, was amazing! He told me He wanted to make a red mark on my ass in the shape of the end of the crop, as while He was getting ready to fly home i had sent Him a picture of this that i’d found on Facebook. He alternated crop and rubbing out the sting with His hand, trailing the crop over my back. i was instructed not to come; it took everything i had not to. He rammed His cock inside me and ordered me to come twice, which i did explosively, feeling my pussy squeeze tightly around Him each time. 

Note my red ass and swollen labia!

My mind flipped and all i could think of was feeling the crop slap against my asshole! i begged Him to do this. i don’t know what came over me, i’d never desired this or even thought of it before, but i needed it so badly! The crop came down on my rosebud ass and Awwwww! it was amazing! “Again, harder,” i begged, and Maximus brought the crop down on me again. It was amazing! He alternated cropping my rosebud, fingering me, telling me not to come, ramming His cock into me and giving me the order to release into an orgasm, all while i was riding the vibrator. i then begged for the crop on my pussy. “Crop my pussy lips, please, sir.” Whack! Oh the sting! Whack! it came again. i could feel my labia swell after each strike. i wanted His cock in me so badly! “Please, sir, please put your cock inside me!” Oh Goddess, it’s so unbelievably amazing! He pulled out after allowing me to come on Him again, returning to cropping my pussy and asshole. i lost track of time and space, swirled around subspace. “Oh, your pussy is SO RED!” Maximus exclaimed. “I need to come on that. Roll over!” i rolled over and He fucked me hard, pulled out and came all over my pussy. i was breathless! “Rub it in,” He ordered, and i did, soothing my engorged lips. He helped me up and led me to the shower. My legs were jelly, heart pounding, clit throbbing like i’d never felt before. i embraced Him but lost strength in my legs, sliding down His body and onto the shower floor, my arms wrapped around His legs, water pouring over my head and back. “Oh baby,” He cooed. i held onto Him, my face pressed against His leg, and He washed my body and my hair as i sat helpless in the shower. 

After regaining my senses, we dressed and i made breakfast. We went wine tasting and worked on our 2013 goals. This was wonderful. We talked about all aspects of our lives together and separate, intermingling our personal and relationship goals. We came across some things that we missed in our contract and i made notes to amend that–and we realized that we had not yet actually signed our contract, had only the electronic signatures and needed to fix that too. We went grappa tasting as well, so Maximus could show me the beautiful woman at the grappa bar! Maximus wanted to take me to a vegan restaurant for dinner, but i was so tired that i just wanted to have leftovers and cuddle with Him on the couch with a movie. He agreed. i made dinner, we watched a movie, and then we went to bed, at 7 PM! 

But we didn’t go to sleep right away…

gabriella had been dying, waiting to use the final toy from the care package that Maximus had sent her two weeks ago–the strap-on. Maximus had told gabriella not to buy any toys but when the care package arrived, there were no dildos to use with the strap-on, so she inquired about this. “gabriella should get what she wants to go in the strap-on.” i promptly went to SheBop in Portland. They were wonderful there and i ended up with two different dildos to go in the harness, a medium sized Silk, one without a penis head, for starter dildo to work on pegging Maximus, and a Nexus Junior, double dildo. i chose the junior because one side is smaller than the other, so i could have a large dildo inside me and a smaller dildo inside Him as we were just starting with pegging for Him.

“Sir, may i please try something with You?” i asked. He said yes. “May i blindfold You?” He smirked and agreed. i found a blindfold and had Him sit back on the bed. He giggled and taunted me as i dug through the bottom drawer for the harness and Silk dildo. i sucked His cock and then told Him to get on His hands and knees. “Oh no!” He teased in a falsetto voice. i lubed up my fingers with the Maximus lube i found (how perfectly awesome is that?!?) and started fingering His ass. i then lubed up the Silk and eased it into His ass, hearing Him gasp. i started easing it in just an inch or so and then out, then back in and then out, reaching down and fondling His cock and balls. i made sure He was ok and He was. Slowly, i began easing it further in each time and then He suddenly pushed back and jammed it all the way into His ass! “Wow! That’s all the way in!” i fucked His ass with it and then pulled it out so i could insert it into the harness. i pulled Him back to the edge of the bed and inserted the dildo into His ass and carefully pushed into Him. It took me a bit to get used to fucking someone, getting my position right. “Oh yah, baby, give it to me!” turned into “Give it to me, is that all you’ve got?!?” He was taunting me, reminding me i was His sub, Domming me while i fucked Him. i pulled out, my straps were too loose, pushed Him forward and climbed up onto the bed, standing behind Him and penetrated Him roughly. He gasped and began taunting me again. i decided He was ready for the double dildo.

i worked to position the larger dildo inside me, letting Him hear me gasp. i tightened the straps, lubed the shaft and head of the new dildo and entered Him. “Oh, wait…Uh!” He cried out. i giggled, “Oh, i thought You wanted me to give it to You!” i eased it in and out in little increments, slowly going all the way in. “Is that all you’ve got?!?” He exclaimed, and i began to ram it into Him, but the dildo inside me slipped out, then it slipped out of Him. “Yes, yes, yes!” He exclaimed and i teased him about getting off when it wasn’t even inside Him! i fixed the harness and rammed into Him and He cried out again. He wanted to hear me come while i was fucking Him. My legs were tired, not being used to fucking someone and He was getting sore, so i removed the strap-on and His blindfold. We laughed at His taunting and i told Him that i really just wanted to ram the large double-ended dildo i use with other women into Him and shut Him up, but that i realized that i was His sub and He was domming me even while i was fucking Him. i cleaned our toys and we crashed into each other to sleep.

Day Five
We awoke at 7 AM after eleven hours of sleep, completely unlike us. We had coffee. Maximus had work calls today, a lot of them. i made oatmeal for us. Between phone calls, we played, Maximus found the bag of clothespins and tried them on my nipples, very intense, and then on my labia majora. i thought the labial pins would be too intense, but i could barely feel them. i think they would be more intense on the sensitive labia minora, but we didn’t get there! Maximus again controlled my orgasms and we showered afterward. Our shower was very intimate in a very different way. Maximus discussed work issues with me and we bounced ideas about how to handle them. i found this confidence very personal, having Him expose this part of His life with me. 

Maximus returned to work and i transferred our 2013 goals to a spreadsheet and updated our contract. i printed out our amended contract and we signed them. i should have waited, though, instead of having us sign the copies during His work–it felt unceremonious, and the signing really did deserve more undivided attention. i returned to the office, knelt in front of Him with the contracts, kissed Him deeply, and told Him i loved Him. 

We swam, ran to Home Depot for some clamps (not for me, for the couch! haha!), and came home for lunch. The Englishman was coming today to stay and we were awaiting his arrival. Maximus returned to working and i clamped His sectional couch together, His request for me for the day. The Englishman arrived. Maximus had more work and an evening meeting to attend and then the three of us were going to go see Skyfall, the new James Bond movie. Both Maximus and i were hoping that i would fuck The Englishman again, preferably while He was at the meeting so He could return to find us in the middle of having sex. 

The Englishman and i ended up going for a lovely walk in the rain while Maximus worked. We went on a trail i’d run on Day 2. We walked about four miles and talked and talked about relationships, life. He had some questions about Maximus and me and some questions about 50 Shades of Grey which Maximus had loaned him. i didn’t divulge anything about our BDSM but we talked about that aspect of the book a bit, but mostly about the poor writing! i shared with The Englishman how i wasn’t going to marry again and how Maximus had surprised me by sweeping me into a relationship, when i hadn’t planned on being in one again. When i told him this, i said “and then stupid  Maximus went and surprised me.” and i felt horrible how that came out! i was trying to add levity to the conversation but in no way do i think Maximus is stupid, nor did i want The Englishman to think that i was putting Him down. i told The Englishman that i didn’t think Maximus was stupid, that it was meant to show my utter shock and surprise at His ability to change my life, and that i loved Him immensely. We were arm-in-arm during our woodsy walk in the pouring rain. It got dark and we arrived home to Maximus soaked to the bone. i stripped off my clothes in the laundry room and Maximus came in and laughed at how wet we’d gotten. i followed Maximus into the office; He inquired if i was going to have sex with The Englishman, and i replied that it did not appear that he was going to be comfortable with that (it was my impression that The Englishman, not being a swinger, is very concerned about intervening in my relationship with Maximus and damaging his relationship with Him). i told Him that i was trying to convince The Englishman to take a shower with me. Maximus then wrote a note on my ass for The Englishman to see in the shower. i was giggling as i left the office and The Englishman asked what was so funny and i told him Maximus had written on my ass. He asked what it said and i replied, “you’ll have to come take a shower with me to read it.” But he declined, as i thought he might. Maximus teased him about that and then quietly pulled me aside and told me, “That’s it, if he’s not going to fuck you, we’re putting on a show for him tonight.” i knew that meant Maximus would be wanting gabriella tonight.

Maximus ordered and picked up dinner for us and then went to His meeting. The Englishman and i watched Dexter. When He returned, we headed off to the movie, settling first in the theater bar where i sat between Maximus and The Englishman and flirted unabashedly with them and the bartender. Maximus laughed that the bartenders probably didn’t know what to think about Him as He’d brought several dates here–that made me giggle! gabriella was giddy with excitement for tonight.

Returning home from the movie, Maximus told The Englishman, “don’t be alarmed by the animal sounds coming from the bedroom tonight,” and The Englishman said, “I’m never alarmed by the animal sounds I hear from your bedroom.” Maximus replied, “you’ve not heard these sounds,” and i said, “please don’t call 9-1-1.” The Englishman chuckled with big eyes and i kissed him goodnight.

Maximus and i went into the bedroom. He shut the door and walked into the bathroom. i quickly peeled off my clothes, opened the bottom drawer and set out the red satin-lined leather wrist cuffs, nipple clamps, and the large and small floggers on the bed. He was talking as He was walking between the bathroom and the closet getting undressed. i quickly knelt down on the floor in the corner of the bedroom as He walked in. “Oh, look how you laid everything out for me. Good girl, gabriella.” i replied, “i hope it’s okay, sir, you’ve not trained me yet how you want me to do that.” “I will, gabriella, I will. You’ve done well.”

He stood me up and sat me down on the bed. He picked up the first cuff and put it on my wrist, but it was loose. When he reached down to pick up the second cuff, i boldly pulled the first cuff right off my wrist and handed it to Him; i did this without thinking and immediately thought, “Oh no, i am going to be punished for that.” He did not punish me, however, to my surprise. He undid the cuff and replaced it. i could see that He was not wrapping the cuff underneath itself, preventing it from getting tight, so i helped Him with that and He got it on properly that time. He did the same for the second cuff and then latched them together behind my back. He laid me back on the bed onto my clasped arms, opened my legs, and began to flog my thighs and pussy. He flogged my breasts and then placed clothespins on each nipple, sending searing sensations through my body. He rammed His cock into me, making me gasp and exclaiming, “Oh, your mouth opens every time I ram my cock into you!” He pulled Himself out, hesitated for a moment before ramming back into me, noting my mouth opening, then repeating that over and over with a warning for me not to come. He then flipped me over and began flogging my ass, moving to the crop, striking my rosebud ass and pussy. Being on my front twisted the clothespins, but they stayed in place, but also allowed me to bury my face in the bedding to muffle my cries from The Englishman who was just across the hall.

Maximus flipped me over onto my back and rammed into me over and over, increasing in speed. He told me to tell Him when i was going to come. i could feel it coming and told Him i was getting closer and closer. Then suddenly, i was hitting the edge and exclaimed i was starting to come. Unexpectedly, He reached up with both hands and suddenly simultaneously removed both clothespins from my nipples, threw them onto the bed, and grabbed both breasts and squeezed them! All the air sucked out of my lungs and searing pain from the release of the clothespins pulled me immediately into deep subspace as i simultaneously came. It was like one of those underwater nuclear explosions where the inital blast goes off and you see the shockwave fly through the water in a concentric circle from the center, immediately followed by another wave flying back into the center of the blast as water rapidly returns to fill the vacuum from the initial blast, shooting upward out of the surface as the water collides into itself. Video below (watch without the narration):

i don’t know how long i was gone. Silent tears streamed out of my eyes, i wasn’t crying, i was completely overwhelmed. Maximus was telling me how wonderful i was, how amazing i had been, how beautiful i was. i couldn’t speak or move. He kissed me and helped me up to standing and told me to go in and brush my teeth and come back to bed. i could hardly brush my teeth. i came back and curled into Maximus, who held me and stroked me, carressing me with His hands in His affirmations of love and adoration, telling me i was safe. The aftercare was amazing and i felt completely safe, even though i never, ever felt that i wasn’t. i fell asleep with my tears on His chest, my heart swollen with love.

Day Six
i awoke at 4:30, hearing The Englishman coughing. i want Maximus, i want to wake Him from sleep. i’m spooning Him so i reached around and hold His balls and stroke His cock which immediately stirs and grows. i move down and take Him in my mouth but He wants to be inside me. He enters me and we move together. We are still exhausted from last night and fall asleep still together.

This is our last morning together for this trip. We awake for His morning meeting and coffee. We shower together after His call and talk about our weekend and upcoming adventures. He goes down to His office to work but then returns. He orders me to take off my clothes. i only just get off my blouse, pants, and panties when He throws me down on the bed, fucking me hard. i can feel Him getting ready to come and i am surprised as we’ve never, ever had a quickie! “I’m going to come in you!” He exclaims, and then comes loudly, filling my pussy with semen. We giggle about having our first quickie. He tells me He wants my panties to be all sticky with His come on my drive home. i get the pink Kegel balls from the bottom drawer, have Him lubricate one in His mouth and shove them into my pussy. i feel them rattle inside me and His come leaking all around them after i’m dressed. This pleases Him.

It’s time for me to pack; i have to go into The Englishman’s room to get my suitcase, he’s still in bed. i kiss The Englishman and say my goodbyes to Him. It doesn’t take long to pack; i’ve decided to leave toiletries in my drawer so i don’t have to pack these every time i come up. It’s quiet in the house and i’m glad to have the time alone to pack, am enjoying the Kegel balls inside me.

Maximus and i sit on the couch and go over our schedules together, making sure we know what each other is doing and that we know exactly when we are getting together again. We’ve been invited to a birthday party of our friends through whom we met each other; we never miss their events and had already planned on being together at my home that weekend. i am coming up again in ten days and need plans as we don’t think a previously arranged playdate has solidified, so Maximus outlines requests for potential playmates and expectations for me to contact them to make arrangements. We talk about our Thanksgiving plans, which include His trip to Ms. W for a few days and Mountain Man and Sunflower coming to stay with me for several days. We are very good, both of us, with these arrangements, and reassure each other of our mutual commitment. We also go over the agreements we have made in our contract regarding playing separately, asking questions and getting clarification. i love that we talk about these things.

He walks me out to my car and kisses me deeply. He’s not for lingering goodbyes as i am, which is good, as i’d never be able to leave otherwise.

“G-O-T, baby,” says Maximus.

“i love you,” i reply

“Back at you.”

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