Vacation was fantastic. Sir and I got to walk along the beach, managed to have very quiet sex so his parents wouldn't overhear, and generally had a great time. SO much seafood!
I came home from work last night and found Sir hiding upstairs with my computer. After several minutes of playing the "what are you doing?' "nothing" game, I gave up and made dinner. I had just finished when Sir came down and set an envelope in front of my spot at the table with orders not to open it until after dinner.
I was intrigued.
When I was finally allowed to read it, Sir told me to grab the envelope and come sit on his lap. He put his hand down my pants and told me to open it up and read it out loud.
Every so often, I will have a long weekend. Sir wrote out his expectations for me, Possession, and did so in great detail. I am to wear my ben wa balls every day, putting them in every morning and only removing them with permission from Sir before bed. I am allowed to take them out to shower. I am to call Sir before noon each day and ask permission to put my butt plug in, wear it for an hour, and then call again to ask permission to remove it. I am not allowed to orgasm without permission, and I am to thank him each time I am allowed to. I'm not allowed to wear pajamas to bed. There are three pages in all, and I was very shocked and excited that Sir had written this whole thing out.
My rules for today include dressing in a skirt and no panties and leaving my hair down because I am Sir's slut and sex toy and my only purpose is to serve him. <--direct quote from contract.
Sir has started referring to me as Possession in text messages. I can still use personal pronouns because I don't like referring to myself in third person, and Sir doesn't call himself that either. They are more like terms of endearment for the other person to use.
My jobs for today are finished. I have worn the balls all day, worn the butt plug, cleaned up the house, gone shopping, and am wearing a short black skirt and a deep cut black sweater. I hope Sir approves.
Always His,
HLA
Showing posts with label ben wa challenge. Show all posts
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Friday, October 25, 2013
Thursday, September 26, 2013
Back in the Game
As instructed, I wore my Ben Wa ball all day at work yesterday. I think I need to buy a heavier one or something because after a few hours, I couldn't really feel it anymore. But it was lovely, either way. I checked my phone on the way to my car and saw a text from Sir, telling me to have a safe drive and to come inside, get freshened up, and put on whatever outfit was laying on the bed for me. I arrived home, very excited, and rushed up to get ready.
Sir came in, dressed in all black (I could tell he had spent way too much time thinking about this all day), and laid out the paddle, a dowel rod, some rope, and a crappy old tie that we have used as a blindfold or makeshift handcuffs. As had been laid out for me, I was wearing a white push-up bra, white hipsters, and white thigh high stockings. Sir told me that he really liked this outfit on me, and then the fun began. He actually only used the tie on me, tied around my neck loosely as a collar and then looped through the back strap of my bra so that he could direct me with a sort of handle.
After slapping my hands away from unzipping him, he did it himself while lecturing me that I did not have permission to touch him yet, and definitely not with my hands. He pulled himself out and shoved into my mouth, making a moaning noise when he felt how deep he could go. We've been working on dampening my gag reflex, and I actually found an article online that gives suggestions on how build up your tolerance using a toothbrush while brushing your teeth. I brush my tongue too, and you just brush a little further back every time, doing it a little longer each time. It has actually helped quite a bit.
Sir also said that I was not allowed to check my email for a couple days, which is not feasible for me. He bought something naughty online and didn't want me to see, so I had him go onto my phone and move the confirmation so that I wouldn't be able to see it. I'm intrigued. Hopefully it will be here by this weekend.
While I was making dinner, we had a discussion about how things are progressing in terms of the D/s thing, and I think he is really getting into it. Its in his personality anyway, at least with me, and it was just a matter of making sure I was really enjoying it. He was concerned because lately I haven't been able to "finish" when we are in the throes of passion. :) And he was worried that it was his fault or something. I think he is just super excited by this whole new dynamic and I'm not worried because that gives him an excuse to torture me later with the vibrator.
Also, he asked me if I liked a certain position (I can't actually recall what one) because it made me feel like a dirty whore. I said yes, and he said I was damn right, I am a dirty whore. HIS dirty whore. Is it bad that I was really turned on? Just kidding, I don't care. I'll be his dirty whore anyday.
Always His,
HLA
Sir came in, dressed in all black (I could tell he had spent way too much time thinking about this all day), and laid out the paddle, a dowel rod, some rope, and a crappy old tie that we have used as a blindfold or makeshift handcuffs. As had been laid out for me, I was wearing a white push-up bra, white hipsters, and white thigh high stockings. Sir told me that he really liked this outfit on me, and then the fun began. He actually only used the tie on me, tied around my neck loosely as a collar and then looped through the back strap of my bra so that he could direct me with a sort of handle.
After slapping my hands away from unzipping him, he did it himself while lecturing me that I did not have permission to touch him yet, and definitely not with my hands. He pulled himself out and shoved into my mouth, making a moaning noise when he felt how deep he could go. We've been working on dampening my gag reflex, and I actually found an article online that gives suggestions on how build up your tolerance using a toothbrush while brushing your teeth. I brush my tongue too, and you just brush a little further back every time, doing it a little longer each time. It has actually helped quite a bit.
Sir also said that I was not allowed to check my email for a couple days, which is not feasible for me. He bought something naughty online and didn't want me to see, so I had him go onto my phone and move the confirmation so that I wouldn't be able to see it. I'm intrigued. Hopefully it will be here by this weekend.
While I was making dinner, we had a discussion about how things are progressing in terms of the D/s thing, and I think he is really getting into it. Its in his personality anyway, at least with me, and it was just a matter of making sure I was really enjoying it. He was concerned because lately I haven't been able to "finish" when we are in the throes of passion. :) And he was worried that it was his fault or something. I think he is just super excited by this whole new dynamic and I'm not worried because that gives him an excuse to torture me later with the vibrator.
Also, he asked me if I liked a certain position (I can't actually recall what one) because it made me feel like a dirty whore. I said yes, and he said I was damn right, I am a dirty whore. HIS dirty whore. Is it bad that I was really turned on? Just kidding, I don't care. I'll be his dirty whore anyday.
Always His,
HLA
Wednesday, September 25, 2013
No Time For Drama
I can see it has been a while since my last update. I had way too much on my reading list when I signed back on here--will have to catch up later.
Between family drama on both sides and my new work hours, things have been less than ideal in the D/s world for me lately. Sir and I have both been dealing with different levels of family drama, added to the constant annoyance of me not being home early enough anymore, plus Sir is afraid his job will not last until the new year. Our sex life has unfortunately, but understandably, fallen to the side.
Until last night, when Sir returned downstairs from our bedroom and dropped the little satin bag that my BenWa ball lives in on the papers I was looking at for work. I looked up at him, mentally hoping this was what I thought it was, and I was correct. Sir ordered me to wear the ball today at work. All day. And then when I get home, he is going to maul me. Looking forward to it. The last time he did this, I was in between ending my job at Helljob and starting this one, so I was stuck at the house all day, fantasizing. This will be more difficult since I have to contribute to the workplace. Oh well. I dub this the BEN WA CHALLENGE.
Hopefully this is the kickstart we needed to get back on track. I've been keeping up with the non-sexual side of our arrangement, but it is hard to get things ready for someone who is already home two hours before you. I've also been wanting to get back in the habit of eating better and working out, plus going for walks. The weather is finally starting to cooperate and hopefully I can start some good habits.
My goal this week: realize that I am someone to be proud of.
Always His,
HLA
Between family drama on both sides and my new work hours, things have been less than ideal in the D/s world for me lately. Sir and I have both been dealing with different levels of family drama, added to the constant annoyance of me not being home early enough anymore, plus Sir is afraid his job will not last until the new year. Our sex life has unfortunately, but understandably, fallen to the side.
Until last night, when Sir returned downstairs from our bedroom and dropped the little satin bag that my BenWa ball lives in on the papers I was looking at for work. I looked up at him, mentally hoping this was what I thought it was, and I was correct. Sir ordered me to wear the ball today at work. All day. And then when I get home, he is going to maul me. Looking forward to it. The last time he did this, I was in between ending my job at Helljob and starting this one, so I was stuck at the house all day, fantasizing. This will be more difficult since I have to contribute to the workplace. Oh well. I dub this the BEN WA CHALLENGE.
Hopefully this is the kickstart we needed to get back on track. I've been keeping up with the non-sexual side of our arrangement, but it is hard to get things ready for someone who is already home two hours before you. I've also been wanting to get back in the habit of eating better and working out, plus going for walks. The weather is finally starting to cooperate and hopefully I can start some good habits.
My goal this week: realize that I am someone to be proud of.
Always His,
HLA
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