Z's Game

There had been weeks of buildup, and my sub side was so strong that it was getting hard to put away each morning. i knew that i wouldn't have been able to say no to anything He wanted. i love that feeling of complete surrender.


Z had thought up a game to start out the night: i was to earn the priveledge of giving Him a blow job. The whole time i would have either the ball gag or His dick in my mouth. For each stroke of the flogger i took, i'd earn 3 seconds to have Him in my mouth. If i made "too much" noise, the stroke didn't count. i could stop the flogging whenever i wanted, and 5 minutes was the maximum ammout of time i could earn. Once the flogging was over, i would have that much time to get Him off. If i didn't, then He would punnish me and we'd start the game again (with me earning time starting from 0). i almost wanted Him to punnish me, because i knew that He'd been thinking about what the consequence was going to be, but He wouldn't tell me.

He put the gag in, leaned me over the bed, and started flogging me fairly hard, with every 10th stroke being full-force. After i'd earned 3 minutes, He stood me up facing Him, and started flogging my breasts, which was new. He hit my nipple piercing regularly, which made keeping quiet a challenge. He told me that if i fell, it was over. i managed to last until i'd earned 4 minutes, then dropped onto the bed at the 80th stroke. i was proud of myself for lasting that long, and Z was happy with my performance.

i then had 4 minutes to get Z to cum. He had done a great job of fucking with my head, because i felt like getting to finally touch Him was a priveledge, a reward. i was vaguely aware of the time, but i was very much focused on my task. my goal was to get to taste Him, but i wasn't expecting to win in the first round. It was just about to reach the 4 minute mark when i felt Him start to squirt. i was very surprised to win. Next time we play, He's going to make it harder.

i can't wait to play it again. Getting flogged is wonderful, and i love giving Z a blow job. More than that, tho, it was a mindfuck. i wasn't able to speak, the only use for my mouth was to please Him. The gag was a great way to make that sink in. And being allowed to touch Him was an honor that had to be earned. i desperately wanted to please Him. This was a huge success.

Update

I've been bad at updating lately, as my internet connection is fairly awful. However I just figured out how to post from my shiny new smartphone, so hopefully I'll be keeping up with it better. I was working a job with a lot of travel and where calling and emailing people was the majority of my responsibility, so I got a Palm Pre+, which I love. I'm having so much fun with it. After looking through the app catalog a few times, I remembered that I can post by email, so my last post was initially done that way. I plan on then editing any posts I write that way once I do get internet at a computer, so if you see "Sent from my Palm Pre" at the bottom, it's a work in progress. I figure that posting a draft is better than just not posting.

Theoretically, I should have plenty of time to write, as my job has ended. I was planning on going back to school or being in a new job by this point, but my luck is never that good. The night before my last day of work, I was in a car accident. My knee is pretty seriously fucked up, so I can't do much of anything. The worst part is that I can't drive, which even rules out non-taxing things like taking classes or working a desk job. And the opposite wrist is damaged enough that I can't use crutches either. Hopefully this will be resolved soon and I can get on with my life.

Saturday, November 6

I had a wonderful weekend with Z. We went to a bondage photo shoot, which was our first time meeting people from 'the scene'. I was very much his sub during the entire day. I bought a collar and a ball gag on South Street, and I am so glad I did. We'd borrowed a collar from Rinn when we were all living together, but I found one that I love the look of enough that I was comfortable wearing it all day. This was the first time we carried the power exchange out of the bedroom. It was awesome and hope that we do it again soon. I love being His, and it's wonderful to be able to just sink into that mindset and savor it. 


He fingered me in the car on the way to the photo shoot, which was terrifying. I was definitely in a seriously submissive state to let him do that while driving, especially as it was less than a week after I was in a car crash. It was great to be that far gone that I couldn't say no. 


At the event I had a lot of fun. Most of the time I had a gag in my mouth, so Z had the final say on everything. Though to be honest he would have anyway. Toward the end Z got to try using a crop on me to get some color. We've agreed that we're putting that high on the list of toys to get next. It was wonderfully stingy. My suspicion that for me bondage is a means to an end, the end being having me helpless and at someone else's mercy, was confirmed. The ropes themselves didn't do much for me. Z hitting me while I was immobile and gagged, though, was excellent. 


When we got back to our hotel we had a lot more fun, but I think that can be it's own post.

Car Crash

Monday night I was driving from my staging location (where I was launching canvasses out of & having phone banks) to the office to pick up supplies for Election Day. At the first intersection I came to I was driving straight through a green light and some kid turned left into me. My air bags went off, my car was totaled. I felt OK at the time other than being freaked out, but it turns out that was from adrenaline. Between the election being the next day & just how in shock I was from the crash, I didn't realize how hurt I was until Wednesday. Wednesday night I went to the ER to get checked out. My left wrist is in a splint. My right knee is in a brace, and is really fucked up. There's a spot on my kneecap that is completely numb, and the doc said that a nerve had been crushed and it will probably grow back in about 3 months. He also thinks I might have damaged the cartilage, which may or may not heal. If it doesn't I'll always have pain there. And since I'm already prone to arthritis & joint issues because I have Ehlers-Danlos Syndrome (Type III), the last thing I need is a permanent problem with my knee.

I'm Back

After my last post I got a job working on a campaign, which had insane hours. I had no time to even think about sex, let alone write about it. I loved the job, and it definitely showed me that I want to make a career in politics. I did well at it. My boss told me that if we had lost by 20 votes, he wouldn't have blamed me. I can't think of a better complement.

I am excited about having free time again, so I'll be writing more often.