I’m still floating. Still in a really, really good headspace. I’m pretty much an “up” person these days, with occasional dips into low places, but then again, that’s part of the human condition, right?
But after playtime with Him? I’m so hurty-excellent that I’m getting much accomplished. If only you could see my ass. A full three days into this and sitting is *still* painful. Really painful.
And I’m in a constant state of horny, which is good. And bad. My head is spinning stories, my mind is finangling another playtime and and and…but wait.
I’m going on and on and it’s HNT day! Okay, here ya go…
Heh. Those are not tits now, are they? (totally laughing my butt of imagining all you all’s faces.)
You must admit that it’s a purdy sexy pic though, right? I love the way M’s legs frame mine…and you can’t see it but He is pinching my nipples and I’m taking the picture around his arms. There was incentive to get it right the first time, but he had me take two just in case.
Or just to pinch my nipples longer.
So here’s the set up for the “real” HNT picture.
I’m laying on the bed, already smacked and mussed up and breathless…
“M, can I ask a favor?” I say, my voice kind of quiet and breathy. Then I think about it and say “Nevermind. I can’t believe I was going to even say that. What was I thinking.”
“What nilla?” he says. My sudden change of heart has caught his attention and his eyes sharpen,
“it’s nothing, I changed my mind,” I say, rolling over.
Big. Fucking. Mistake.
He slaps my ass then when I roll to my tummy to attempt to get away from the slap, he lays atop me to stop me. His hands dig under me, and finding my tits, squeeze them, knead them, in a rough, fierce grasp. Now I’m whining and thrashing but he’s pinned me you see. No place to go.
“What nilla?” He says in my ear, his voice amused, and also, brooking no denial.
“I…I did a pic last week a vanilla blackandbluepicture and …and…”
He pinches really hard and I squeal. His laughter shakes through my body.
“And I wonderedifyouddoadsversionofthepic”
I said in a rush.
He crushes my tits, then rolls off me, pulling me up off the bed.
I stand hands at my sides as He takes my tits out of my bra, picks up the wooden spoon I gave him in a moment of sheer stupidity and wanton abandon, and twirls it between his fingers while holding my eyes with his. Holding my tit in his hand, he starts slapping it with the spoon. He switches to pinching my tit, exposing my nipple and swats the fuck out of it. Over. Over. Over again.
I almost came, right then. The pain was sharp, intense. Blow after blow. When he was satisfied with one area, he chose another. I was shaking, almost crying.
“Oh” he says, and drops my tit. “I almost forgot this one,” and he scoops out the other tit, and starts beating it as he had it’s mate.
There was biting in there, but honestly by then I was seeing stars and moons and totally out in blotto land. So here you go, you pervie peeps! This is the D/s version of Black and Blue:
(And those bruises are even darker now. This was what I took when I got home after playtime)