Limits

First I'll say I pondered being mean and using a post to tell how masturbated to the memories of Monday night in the shower yesterday morning. That would have pushed this post to Friday.... but nah.

He did a couple of completely new things... but, I'm getting ahead of myself. Technically I should start with J. coming home from work, happy to see me naked, waiting. He led me to the bedroom after some kisses and gropes. It had been a long time since we'd even kissed last, with me not feeling well.

There was some kisses, and nibbles, and then he put on the handcuffs and told me my hands were to stay above my head. He turned it up a notch after that, teasing me with kisses and nibbles down my legs and along the insides of my thighs. He told me no coming just as he started to tease my clit with his tongue. It didn't take long for me to realize he was doing his damnedest to make sure I would cum. Loudly. I fought it for a little while, squirming, squealing, when he pinned my hips with his arms around my legs and kept teasing I gave up. The orgasm was delicious. It left me out of breath too. He didn't stop there though, he kept teasing me, teeth too. I kept squirming because of how sensitive the orgasm had made me. Very sensitive!

Next I was told to roll over on my stomach and make sure I was comfortable. Meaning I was going to be that way for awhile. That just took a small pillow under my hips... J. even made sure I remembered the safe word. (which wasn't used.. but anyways) That meant I was laying on my stomach, with my hips propped up just enough to improve the angle for J. and my wrists were still handcuffed. He proceeded to bind my ankles with a soft scarf. I was surprised... but, well, intrigued. There's always a little part of me impressed with what he thinks up (on his own).

Then the spanking really started..really really started. He always starts by hand, I'll need to ask him if there's a reason. But, yea... he paid a lot of attention to the backs of my thighs too. At first I was thinking "too hard, too hard!" Hard enough that I had to remember to breath. Hard enough I was fighting to wriggle. Then he paused to point out how he couldn't get to my inner thighs and how that should make me happy... He made some kind of comment about how that was benevolent of him. To which I said "I think that makes you an asshole." I might have snorted at him to. Guess what that got me?

The paddle. He was a smartass and thanked me for helping him to decide to use the paddle when he'd been unsure. Thankfully it was only a few swats... but boy were they hard! HARD!

Thinking about it now, I think that's where everything started to run together. I'd already been concentrating only on breathing... and trying not to wriggle too much. It's still possible to wriggle when your ankles are bound together.

The spanking continued by hand and by crop. I stopped yelping, started breathing in moans, and between my thighs getting warmer and wetter. I could feel much of the backs of my thighs and my bottom taking on that raw stingy feeling... and radiating heat. Along with the stingy feeling in my ass I could feel the rest of my body loosening... At one point he stopped, brushed my hair from the back of my neck and bit the back of my neck, the side of my neck. Just a little harder than a nibble really... but oh my god. Maybe because I was already on my stomach, prone, bound, and submitting... but it just made, well, not sure how to explain it. But I'd bet you money my eyes rolled back in my head from the pleasure of it all. Sensation, just lots of sensation, running through my body. More than something as simple as goosebumps.

He stopped to knead my ass or to nibble... It was like he was looking for other places to put his teeth. Really the spanking melted into one big instance with no sense of time. I was breathing, he was breathing. Impact, release. Impact. Breathe. Impact. Breathe out, relax. Wait for impact. He likes to catch me when I'm not ready for it too.... I think he only used his hand and the crop. He made the crop snap really loud too. The snapping noise of the crop can make me flinch more than the crop snapping across my ass. Maybe not more than the feel of it snapping on the backs of my thighs though!

Then, almost suddenly, he untied my ankles and spread my legs. He placed each ankle at the corner of the bed. Deliberate like. As I worked on catching my breathe and wondered what he was planning next. He slid fingers into my warm, wet pussy, while I was still laying there, handcuffed. He prodded and caressed, fingering my clit, and he made me come. More than once. At first I tried to fight it, I don't know why, but I did. Then I just relaxed, feeling as if he was going to stop until he did really make me come. Feel like I had to come or he wasn't going to stop. After the second orgasm, at least I think there was only two, I might have started squirming or squealing, or yelping... but he stopped. In a daze I watched him unlock the handcuffs and remove them from my wrists. Still in a daze I realized I'd have marks on my wrists for a few hours...

And he climbed in bed with me, held me, stroked me, whispered to me. I just laid there, listening to him, feeling my body, recognizing thoughts were slowly returning. And realizing I didn't want to speak. It wasn't that I was worried I'd ruin the mood or something silly like that, words just seemed unnecessary. My head cleared some, my eyes cleared some. I seemed to twitch periodically as the real feeling returned and my ass started to hurt from the spanking. J. said he'd like to fuck me. That sounded absolutely wonderful to me. So, I kissed him. Hard. He took that as a yes, but still, he had to be difficult asking how/where... all that. All those little details. He insisted on hearing me say it.

It might have been a few minutes later that I whispered "in my ass." The sex helped to clear my mind. We started with me in the same position, well, on my knees... and then ended with me on my back. It might have been a little harder or rougher than usual.... there was still a pause in the action when I requested more lube though!

I ended up needing another shower once it was all said and done.... I stumbled from the bed to the bathroom. Thankfully the bathroom wasn't far! After we were all cleaned up and dressed and otherwise appropriate for society we went to dinner. Lucky for me the restaurant we went to had padded seats.

J. did point out at some point that he didn't expect me to resist coming but it was fun to see me try.

I also pointed out that the evening play time had been "good." We did agree that some things were definitely not any every time sort of thing. It is good to know of things to do to make play time different.

Beyond that, those events were Monday night... and I'm still feeling the positive effects, so I'd say it's what I needed. I slept better, I've been more focused, I've been in a better mood. Maybe I needed some sense beaten into me? (grin) Or maybe I just needed a reminder that I'm not alone in the world and do have people to talk to, one person specifically who's there, sometimes more often than I realize. Ok. I'm probably getting mushy now! Oh, for those who might be wondering, he did leave marks. I had bruises that night. I haven't looked to see what's still there.... just the initial thought of knowing there's marks pleases me for some reason. Whatever I needed, I got that and more.

That's probably enough, now, isn't it? Hopefully you didn't have to suffer through any bad typos! Oh, I can still shiver at the thought of laying there stretched out in bed, bound, with J.'s mouth at my neck, his hot breath in my ear. I most definitely got a chance at the submission I was craving.