Sorely Used

So last night, after finishing my blog post, I asked Sir if we could move the couch so that we could cuddle and watch the movie. He said yes, so we moved the couch and refilled the wine glasses. After a while, I laid down and put my head in his lap, and he put his arm around me as we watched the movie.

And then my third glass of wine kicked in (we had been sipping for nearly two hours), and I started stroking him and sucking him. He seemed cool with it and was trying not to moan and stuff. Got to keep up that Dominant persona. Can't be melting all over your sub. Ha.

So when I stopped for a moment because my free hand was smushed under his leg, he grabbed my hand and said "I didn't say stop." At some point during the movie (LA Confidential), the cops are roughing up some guys and me, being drunk, began a discussion on why they were getting beat up. That led to a discussion about why they use phone books, and Sir informed me that they don't leave bruises because of the way the force is distributed.

So then I said I didn't get it, didn't believe him, so Sir dug out a phone book and attempted to explain that the force is distributed over the whole surface, etc. And then, since I am a dirty, dirty slut, I wanted him to show me. So he lightly smacked my arm, which was not a good enough test. And then, inevitably, he ended up smacking my ass with the phone book. Hard. And he was right. No bruise today.

So anyway, after our phone book experiment, we went back to the couch and continued our movie. And then I started sucking Sir off, and we ended up 69ing on the living room floor. Sir ran upstairs at one point to get my vibrator because he is obsessed with getting me to squirt, so then he tortured me with that and made me come four times in a row, followed by very rough sex wherein I came another 4 times...didn't squirt though. At some point, he murmured in my ear that I was his dirty whore and he was going to fuck me until I couldn't walk. Mission accomplished. My lady bits are very sore today. Its wonderful.

Happy Sunday.

Always his,
HLA

Daydreams

Spent most of the day at work daydreaming about Sir.

His hands on my neck. His lips on my shoulders. His arms pinning me down. His eyes boring into mine as he comes.

I wish he could fully understand how much I rely on him. How much I strive to please him. How much I love his dominance over me.

Some hopes for ending 2013: being paddled. Being nipple-clamped. Making out in a semi public place. Having a really good, extended round of sexy time.

Always His Lady Aurora

Kinky Fuckery

I cannot recall where I heard the term "kinky fuckery," but I like it. I feel like it might have been 50 Shades, but maybe not. Either way, love that term.

So yesterday, Sir texted some instructions for me involving underwear and shoving things into my lady bits. I was already on my way to work, and so was unable to perform said tasks. I promised to immediately change when I got home and he continued to send me various orders throughout the day.

I arrived home and rushed upstairs to freshen up and change. He had laid out a pair of black, lacy underwear, a black push up bra, and black stockings. Thigh highs. Think Marie Antoinette, if she did porn. And he had set out a pair of pin-up heels. I am all but walking on my toes when I wear them. I put on the outfit, slipped in the Ben Wa ball and a medium butt plug, and came to meet Sir in the living room for my next instructions.

First, he spanked me over his knees with the new paddle for stopping to greet the dog on my way upstairs. He had told me to go straight up, no delays. After my ass was nice and red, he told me to suck him until he told me to stop. I decided to see how deep I could take him and he ended it quickly, since he was getting too excited. We went upstairs, where he told me that he was going to finish wherever he wanted on me or in me, and as long as it wasn't in my ass, I was to reach down and taste it afterward. Hot.

He banged my brains out, finishing himself quickly, then reached for my vibrator since I was a good girl and tasted his cum like he told me to. I don't know what it is about that thing, but its like being electrocuted. Three agonizingly amazing orgasms later, I was a puddle of goo on the bed, and my ass muscles still hurt from tensing up so much before the release.

After I had cleaned myself up, he told me to wear the outfit for the rest of the night, nothing else. So I cooked dinner in my undergarments and stockings, plus my fuck me heels. And fuck me he did.

Always His,
HLA