Where were we? Oh that’s right…we just finished up Saturday.
Maestro conducted a full orchestra throughout the weekend. By the time Sunday rolled around (we affectionately call Sunday, Subday around here) I was soft putty in his hands. Honestly, he could look at me and evoke a reaction. Every nerve in my body longed for his touch and I found myself, once again, sequestered to the bed.
Under his spell.
He held me captive for hours delivering immense pleasure as only he can. I love that he keeps a close check on my needs. He got up and brought me some water, but paused before returning to the bed.
He rummaged through our bag of tricks and I was once again redirected…this time to keep my eyes closed. He came back to the bed and put my collar on. The collar that has his affectionate pet name for me (SLUT) in silver on the front. Once I have that on, I find that any inhibitions I may have are erased from my being.
“I didn’t tell you to open your eyes. Now close them, my dirty little slut”
Damn…he has a way with words…
I could hear him open something…like a cap. I realized it was the tube of lubricant in the bag. I wondered what would come next…
I readied myself. I could feel him looking at me.
“Open your eyes.”
I opened them and saw that he’d selected a new item from our collection. He was holding the new anal plug I’d ordered. He wanted me to see it. He wanted me to know what was in store for me.
It is a bit imposing, I must admit. Have you ever ordered too much in a restaurant, only to realize that your eyes were bigger than your stomach?
In this case, my eyes were bigger than my ass…
I had a slight bit of fear pulsating through my veins as I watched him position me, ready me for this session of play. I knew it would be intense, but I welcomed the opportunity to push more limits…and as I pondered this limit-pushing…
Maestro slowly pushed the tip of the plug inside me.
(Here’s a bit of trivia for you folks at home…I have named it Minnie Pearl, because when it goes in it makes me want to say….”HOWDY!”)
He continued to push further in….slowly…checking to see if I was okay. And I was. I was really okay. It was wonderful. I wanted it deeper…and Maestro obliged. Once fully engaged, he took out another trick from the bag…
The riding crop.
He taunted me with it…rubbing my back with the tip. Gliding over my legs and circling my backside. He walked around me, surveying his best angle and then he delivered the first blow on my upper right cheek.
Such a sweet combination…the sting of the crop caused me to flinch, enhancing the depth of the plug. He continued to find targets all over my bottom and was quick in his work. I found myself close the edge when introduced the crop’s cousin…
Maestro is a professional when it comes to flogging. He knows the exact force to use, the best places to strike, and the perfect rhythm and I found myself over the edge with Minnie in tow, before I could say Chuck Norris.
Then he began to alternate the crop and flogger and things became very intense. I could feel my back warming from the sensations and I wanted more. Being the adept Master he is, Maestro obliged and brought me to oblivion with swift precision. I ended up in subspace once again and found myself joyously laughing from the experience.
Once I was back from the clouds and onto the bed…Maestro had another implement pulled from the bag (the never ending bag…reminds of Mary Poppins’ carpetbag…what else could possibly be in there). This time I was not allowed to open my eyes and felt the sharp sting of something metal…
The Wartenberg Pinwheel…or as I now call it, the Wheel of Fortune. He started on the bottom of my right foot and came all the way up the back of my leg, across my reddened bottom, up my back and back down the other side…when he arrived at my left cheek, I began to laugh uncontrollably. The sensation was unlike anything I’d felt before and I LOVED IT! I felt the sensation of pain from the sharp points on my ass, but the feeling was more like a relentless tickle. Maestro loved hearing me laugh and he tortured me with the wheel and his nimble fingers until I could take no more and I ventured into subspace again.
For those of you at home, keeping score…yes, that was twice in one day.
At this point, I wanted nothing more than to pleasure him. He had given me an afternoon of hedonistic delight and it was my turn. I love when he watches me take him deep in my mouth. I love hearing him moan. I love it when he talks explicitly dirty to me.
And I love the prize I receive when I bring him over the edge.
After all of the fun, I collapsed in his embrace and we woke up just in the nick of time. The babysitter was due back any minute with the kids and everything was a mess…the room…the bed…and especially me. We gathered everything up in the room…straightened the bed and hopped in the shower in record time and were ready to greet the kids as they came in the door.
What a perfect “Subday” Sunday…