Daddy attached the leash to my collar and had me down on my hands and knees crawling down the hallway while he was behind me, kicking me over, pulling on the leash and laughing at me every chance he got. There’s something so humbling about being attached to a leash while crawling around on all fours to me, it makes me feel so degraded and inferior. Then to have him kick me, watch me fall over, laugh at me (because my collar is now choking me) and then get back up and do it over and over again - it was a fresh new form of humility to me and I loved it, every second of it. It feels so wonderful to feel so small.
When we got to the living room, Daddy took me by surprise and started punching my back. Over and over, punch after punch until it felt like I couldn’t breathe. Then he tied my hands behind my back, bent me over the couch and beat my ass with his belt until I was begging him to stop. Daddy ignored my pleas and kept going. I couldn’t stand the pain any more and started sobbing. I thought for sure now that I was bawling he’d have mercy on me. Nope. He kept going. My mind was gone, I was nothing more than a blubbering mess so I don’t know how long the beating lasted or when he mounted me, but I do remember that suddenly he was fucking me. Bent over the couch, taking me from behind and then filling my pussy full of his cum. When he was done, Daddy held me for a little while until I came back down.
I was flying high! Felt ggggreat! Then Daddy reminded me that I hadn’t gotten off yet…can’t believe that even the thought of having an orgasm had escaped my mind. I figured maybe the rabbit or some-other toy, but then I saw Daddy hold up his arm and make a fist at me. I was on cloud 9 - Hell ya!! I was more than eager than to spread my legs open for him. I do love a good fisting!! *grins* Entry is always the hard part (especially when there’s no lube except for the lube I make) but once Daddy’s fist has completely filled my pussy, he’s fucking me with it like there’s no tomorrow and I have an orgasm so intense my stomach cramps - fisting is nirvana. “Heaven on an arm” to quote a friend. *smiles*
Daddy had a whole weekend of fun things planned out, but then something funny happened. After Daddy finished fisting me - I started my period for real. *pouts* lol
God, I’m jealous! but I’m glad it was wonderful for you-i loved it-except for the back punching-that would not be my thing-i love feeling sexual but having my back punched would not be one of them-but I’m glad it worked for you- you “sound” so happy! so thats great;
and i wish you many many more of these happy days! Hope your having a good weekend-
Luv and piece,
Suzanne
I am always amazed at how pain can cause so much pleasure! However, if you think about it, all sex starts as pain…a woman’s first time is not very pleasant, the first time a woman or man has an orgasm the pleasure is painful. In this manner, all pleasure is derived from some sort of pain……
Suzanne - Thank you *hugs*
Mikayla - You’re so right and now I could never go back to having sex without all the violence and pain. *grins*
It is funny that when I got married to the most gentle guy ever how I slowly, over the years, craved different things. My past Master was not particularly violent - but we did have lots of pain play (clothespins, delayed orgasm, repeated orgasm, biting) but in my current relationship I just want a little more…..you know what I mean by ‘more?’
I do understand where you’re coming from and I hope he’s able to give you what you need. *hugs*