overdrive

Today is one of those crazy days. My masochism and sex drive are dialed up to 11. I am insanely aroused and also insanely turned on by the idea of being hurt.

Yesterday, I beat my left breast for Master. I was shocked and surprised at how much it stung and turned me on at the same time. It seemed like I could never get enough. I wanted more beatings. It’s amazing how much my breast took. It looks terrible, but feels fine. I am in no pain at all today.

I thought about what body part I would torture with the belt today. It didn’t take me long to settle on my right breast. It just had to be done. The feeling of belting the left one was just so pleasurable, I was addicted to feeling it again.

So, I did just that. I set my phone’s timer and belted my right breast for 20 min. It stung as I hit it, but I loved it. Just like yesterday, I varied the style and frequency of the hits. I could feel the hit rising in my skin and I loved it. The wetness gathered between my thighs. My clit pulsed furiously. I wanted cock badly. I wanted to feel a cock deep inside me as I belted my breast.

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My senses were heightened after the first 20 min. I was excited for the second set. I waited an acceptable period of time and alerted Master I would be starting. Again I took great pleasure in belting my right breast. Each flick of my nipple both stung and aroused me. How badly I wanted to orgasm. I told Master I wanted to one day feel him belt my breasts while I was allowed to bring myself to orgasm. As my time was slowly coming to a close, Master sent me a message, allowing me to play with his cunt lips. I reached down and touched them as I continued to belt my breasts. I was wet. So very wet. Pulling and tugging at the lips further aroused me. He told me I could play with my clit. I touched it gently, feeling the surge of arousal. He then sent me another message allowing me to have an orgasm as long as I belted my breast very hard. I tried at first, circling my clit while belting my breast, but I couldn’t do both at the same time. So, I reached for my favorite vibrator, placed it on my clit and began belting myself hard. It didn’t take very long. I was screaming my orgasm into the ceiling while the belt cracked against my breast. I must have ridden that orgasm for over a minute. It was forced out of my body with so much intensity, I thought surely I was going to squirt. I did not, but it still felt great.

These last three days have opened up a flood gate of emotions and thoughts. I am so proud of my efforts and pleased by my discoveries of what my body can take. Master is happy too. He is so unbelievably turned on by me, but I have seen his gentle side

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as well. Late at night, we’ll often just text each other. It’s our version of pillow talk. He’ll say beautiful things to me and I to him. He makes me feel cherished and cared for. I need this. I can’t have a sadist who wants nothing but to push my body and hurt me. He needs to have a gentle side to, that wishes to care for me when it is over and help me back down from my submissive high. I look at his picture and wonder how such a sweet, innocent looking man can be such a sadist? He is though. Oh he is wicked and he wants to make me hurt and his my sadist and I am his twisted masochistic girl.