Hickeys

I was cooking dinner last night when Sir came up behind me, pulled my hair to the side, and began biting and sucking my neck. HARD. I instantly began to fight back, since I cannot go to work with giant hickeys all over my neck, and Sir just pushed my hands away and moved his mouth further down my shoulder, where my shirt would cover it up.

He did this on my shoulder, twice, and then on my back. It's been a long time since he's given me hickeys. I like it.

I'm really liking my new job. People give me so many compliments and many of them are actually nice to me. Some guy gave me a Snickers at Halloween, people compliment my engagement ring, my nails, my jewelry (if I wear any, which is rare). Its strange to have people mostly be nice to me since I am still dealing with the general public. I am proud that I reflect positively on Sir as his possession, not that any of these people know who he is.

Sir has informed me that he is impatiently waiting his dinner, so I must call it a night for blogging.

Always his,
HLA

Fantastic Friday

So after wearing my ben wa all day and doing one hour of butt plug practice, I was very excited for Sir to get home. We had to meet with someone at the house, so he couldn't maul me as soon as he got home, but he did make his wishes known. We are having some work done around the house and Sir had to show the guy the basement. After the guy was down there, Sir came back up and gestured for me to do something with my legs. The guy was all the way downstairs, unable to see or hear us. I was inititally confused, because I was wearing a short skirt and no underwear, I had been sitting with my legs firmly together. I thought that maybe I was sitting inappropriately and Sir wanted me to adjust my position. He finally rolled his eyes and came up a few more steps, whispering that I needed to "spread your legs right fucking now." Sir doesn't use the F word. Ever. I did as he asked and he said "good girl," then went back downstairs like nothing happened.

Very hot. Hot Hot Hot. I like exhibition without any real chance of getting caught.

After the guy left, Sir told me to lay down on the couch before making dinner. He hiked my skirt up and told me to close my eyes. I felt him doing something to my inner thigh, and when he told me to open my eyes, I found writing on my leg. I BELONG TO SIR was written in Sharpie on my inner thigh, along with arrows to my pussy and ass. I like it.

I made the menu for the weekend especially for Sir, since I figured that he had things planned for me that I would enjoy. I made him a really spectacular shrimp pasta dish (I think it is one of the best things I have ever made), and then the fun began. He ordered me to wear my butt plug again and then we watched a movie and slowly got drunk. After the movie was over, he told me to take off my clothes, except my bra, and brought down my collar. I was wearing a black bra, and the black leather collar and clamps looked very nice together. He asked me what I was (Sir's dirty slut), what my purpose was (to please Sir), and all kinds of other things.

Then he brought out the pink vibrator. Keep in mind that I was borderline cumming all day because of the balls and the butt plugs and the anticipation. So Sir brings out the pink vibrator, which means butt sex later, and began to reward me in advance/warm me up. After a minute or two (that thing works FAST), I asked for and received permission to cum. I exploded. Like, porno screaming, full on moaning, feeling fucking fantastic. And Sir kept holding the vibrator right there. And holding it there. And I kept cumming. Again. And again. And again. I think it was seriously like five minutes. Finally, I managed to push his hand away because I thought I was going to pass out. He just smiled. I think I have an addiction...

Always His,
HLA

A special contract from Sir

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

Possession

After two days of epic bitchiness on my part, lots of crying (also on my part), and some new-ish rules on Sir's part for me, he gave me the mystery item he had ordered online last week. He laid out an outfit for me to put on, watched as I changed, and then told me to stand in front of the mirror and close my eyes. I felt something being wrapped around my neck, and then felt pinching at my nipples.

I opened my eyes. It was a leather collar that wrapped around my neck, making it hard to tilt my head. It fastened like a belt buckle in the back, and then a metal loop holds two chains, at the end of which are two adjustable nipple clamps.

I was very pleasantly shocked, excited, and very aroused. Sir fastened the clamps on, which I was initally worried about. What if they were too tight? They are amazing. I love them. And then he bent me over, shoved a butt plug in, gave me three clit-Os with the pink vibrator, and made me ask him if I could orgasm while using his title. "Can I please come, Sir??!!"

Then, when I was a numb body on the bed, he began taking my ass. He gripped my throat, whispering filthy things. He told me I was a dirty whore, a slut, his property, his possession, that I was his to do whatever he wanted with. I was too far gone to finish with him, but he seemed to enjoy himself immensely.

I am not allowed to wear the collar unless he is there. I was distracted all day today by it, and then realized about fifteen minutes before I left work that I had a giant shadowy bruise on my hand from his hand gripping mine as I climaxed. Oh well.

This weekend promises to be full of more clampy goodness. Plus he has some kind of date planned.

Always his,

HLA