a mina update

A month ago, I  mentioned that I went to a Swiss Poly Group social. While there, naturally, I perused the pickings. Most men there were not of interest to me from a physical attraction stand point. Except for one. Lucky for me, English was one of the languages he spoke. However, he spent most of the evening speaking to everyone in German. He and I exchanged very little words in English. I left that night, making sure to wish him a good night. A very subtle hint that I noticed him and was interested. 

A few weeks pass and I get a fire lit under my ass and decide to join a “dating” site. I’ll explain the fire in a few paragraphs. I decided I was possibly ready to see if I can expand my horizons a bit and see if there are some more potential partners out there for me. Going to the Swiss Poly group made me want to meet some like minded people and I figured a dating site might be a good place to start. Guess who found me on the site? That’s right, the man I became slightly interested in from the group social. I shall refer to him here as, Spain, because, that is where he is originally from. Spain contacted me over the site, 2 weeks ago. We spent a few days exchanging messages and emails. Then, one Friday night, Sylvanus needed the apartment to himself to entertain a lady friend. I had decided I could kill some time by eating dinner out and watching a movie. Spain, being quite the charmer, invited himself along. Normally, this would have turned me off and I would have said no, but seeing as I was going to be alone, and I genuinely liked the guy, I accepted his invitation. 

So, two Fridays ago, Spain and I met for dinner in Zurich. The movie ended up never happening. He picked a very lovely restaurant and we shared a bottle of wine over fantastic food and delightful conversation. I smiled and laughed so much, that my cheeks began to hurt. It began to rain hard that evening and though we were sheltered from the elements, we were seated at the edge. The rain began to get us wet. We were luckily moved to a table farther inside the restaurant where we sat and continued talking, having already finished our meals and bottle of wine. 

Spain began holding my hand, running his fingers along the inside of my palm, creating shots of electricity up my arm. Occasionally he’d let his fingers wander trails along my arm as well. His gentle caresses felt nice. He asked me if he were allowed to kiss me. He asked mostly, because he was not aware whether or not Sylvanus and I had “dating rules.” A lot of poly couples have rules for dating. I told him kisses were most certainly allowed. He stood up and moved to my side of the table and leaned down to kiss me. At first, I  found his kisses too light and soft for my taste, but then I gave into them and began to dance with him. As my tongue played with his, the kiss began to change. Sparks of heat erupted and the kiss went from being soft to hard to soft again. At one point it felt like he was taking the breath away from my body and I think he had perfected the subtle art of sucking very gently during a kiss. 

Spain held my hand as he walked me to where Sylvanus came to pick me up at the end of the evening. I left thinking I would certainly want another date. 

The opportunity to be with Spain once more, came quicker than I expected. Sylvanus made arrangements to be gone for the weekend. The weekend that just passed. So Spain and I continued to talk and suddenly we were both excited by the thought of spending a weekend together. It would be my first weekend spending it with another man. However, as last week progressed, Spain began waving a red flag. By Wednesday, I was well aware that he had some emotional baggage to deal with. In fact, he was absolutely still hung up on another woman. By Friday morning, I told him we simply cannot see each other over the weekend. It became clear that he was so hung up on this other woman, that he needed to sort things out with her. I did not want a man coming over to be with me, while his heart and mind were elsewhere. I did not want to be just a pussy for him to fuck, so he can be distracted. I wished him well and told him once he got to a peaceful place again, whether she and he worked things out or he separated from her for good, I’d be happy to see him again and see where we could go with things. I haven’t heard from him since Friday night. But then again, he hasn’t heard from me either. 

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Back to the fire that I mentioned earlier. I’m pretty sure that the reason why I decided to join a dating site was because Master C has been slowly fading out of my life. Mind you, I did not join a BDSM site. I am not looking for a new Master. I was simply looking for new partners. 

So what’s been going on between Master C and I? 

The last time Master C and I interacted as Master and slave was September 1st. That’s right. Over the last few weeks, Master has gotten so busy, that not only have we not seen each other since, we have also talked very little. Master’s schedule has gotten so jammed that he had very little time to speak with me. Needless to say, there have been no tasks given to me. There has been no sexy chats. I have not served my Master since September 1st. 

I cannot go on like this anymore. I always knew that he was busy. I was always able to accept that he and I may not get to see each other more than once a month, but suddenly, I was also not able to speak with him like I once was. This was tearing me apart. I was a slave waiting in the darkness for her Master to come calling again. This weekend, I confronted Master and asked him what is going on. Was it simply his new projects? Or did he no longer feel for me the way he once did? Was there someone else? 

This morning, Master and I found the time to talk about many things. His new projects have, in fact, sucked him away from not only me, but the many things in his life that brings him much happiness. His new stressful schedule has also taken away his health, as he has been very ill the last few days. He loves me very much and has never lost interest in me and there is absolutely not a new submissive in the picture.

Master and I have agreed that we are taking a break, but not breaking up. Until his projects are finished, which is still a few weeks away, there simply is not a lot of space in his schedule. We both agree that we are unwilling to walk away from “us”. We are each others’ once in a lifetime opportunity. I cannot walk away from this. Not yet. So instead, we are on a break until things have settled. This does not mean that I am looking for a new Master and he a new slave. I am not interested in having anyone else. Just him.

Time will tell how things progress between he and I. For now, for today, I am at peace. I believe more than anything, that Master and I will be reunited again. Not as soon as I had hoped, but one day.

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This coming weekend, or rather October 3rd, marks the 2nd wedding anniversary for Sylvanus and myself. To celebrate, we are going to Paris. It’s part of our, “we’ve been to the fake one, now let’s go to the real one” tour. *wink*. Growing up in Southern California, I was a frequent visitor of Disneyland. Disneyland has a toboggan ride known as the Matterhorn. For those who don’t know, the mountain known as the Matterhorn really does exist. It’s a very famous mountain (pictured here on our blog’s banner), in Zermatt Switzerland. Last year, during the summer, Sylvanus and I visited the Matterhorn. We called it our belated honeymoon. 

Also in Disneyland, is the “Sleeping Beauty Castle“. This castle was modeled after the Neuschwantein Castle in Germany. Which Sylvanus and I have visited twice now. You can clearly see that King Ludwig II and Walt Disney were like minded people. Big dreamers and fantastic creators. Things didn’t work out so great for Ludwig II, however. 

In 2009, Sylvanus and I had a Vegas wedding. We got married at the Bellagio. It was a beautiful, outdoor ceremony on a balcony overlooking the “lake”. This year, Sylvanus and I, on our way back from a visit to Milan, visited the actual city of Bellagio. It was quite impressive to see just how much care the hotel in Vegas took in getting it to look just like the real Bellagio. Right down to even the tress and vegetation surrounding the hotel. And yes, of course the original version is more stunning!

During our Vegas wedding weekend, Sylvanus and I had our rehearsal dinner and our reception at the Paris hotel. So now, for our 2nd year wedding anniversary, he and I are going to the real Paris. We will also be dining at the real restaurant at the Eiffel tower. We had our rehearsal dinner at the restaurant at the Vegas Eiffel Tower. 

It’s going to be a fantastic four days for us. We leave on October 1st, with first class tickets on the TGV to Paris. We have a room with a view. We have tickets for the Louvre. Dinner at the Eiffel Tower. Maybe I’ll get to do some “haute couture” shopping? (I’m a little pessimistic with my short height and over weight body). At the very least however, I think I can find some beautiful lingerie or maybe a new piece of jewelry?

speed bumps

When Sylvanus and I started this blog, it was a place for us to share our stories and feelings. It has become much more than that over the years. Not only is it a journal of our changing relationship from newly formed couple to married life partners, it is also a place where people can hopefully learn from our mistakes or gain knowledge. Over the years, the best compliments we have ever received were how we helped someone. 

Readers have watched us from the beginning. Watched our journey into exploring D/s for the first time. Observed us opening our relationship to couples and threesomes. We wrote about our wedding day, our moves and finally our solo adventures with secondary partners. There has been a lot going on in this blog, but there has always been one common thread…. we always wrote out of truth, honesty and soul. 

Which is why I continue to do so today. Having an open marriage has never been easy. There are ups and downs daily. Identifying as polyamorous and actually being in love with another man, really complicates things for myself and Sylvanus. I can comfortably say we haven’t really been confronted with our open marriage and what it means till about a few months ago when Master C came into my life and we fell in love with each other. 

I recently read a post written by Emmy over at Right Turn Without Signaling. It’s called “Open Marriages Don’t Work“. It sounds really negative about open marriages, but the title deceives you. *wink*. There’s a few parts of her post that really got me thinking. 

 I have seen examples of where an open marriage was chosen and shocked the hell out of the couple when they discovered there were issues that only the open marriage could bring to the surface.

I have most definitely discovered this with my recent involvement with Master C. Though Master C is in my life not to be another lover, but to fulfill my submissive needs, it has still brought some things to the surface and opened my own eyes to my own marriage. Sylvanus will also tell you it has made him self reflect in his own character. I have started noticing slight differences. I have noticed things I enjoy with Master C that are no longer present with my husband and I am talking about things that are not D/s related. 

I’m not going to sugar coat things right now. My sex life with my husband is a bit strained at the moment. Don’t get me wrong, we still have sex and it’s often times great sex, but there has been a difference. We don’t have a lot of it and the passion is a bit lacking. However, this is “normal” for couples in and out of open marriages. Would I go so far as to say my relationship with Master C is the reason for it… absolutely NOT. 

While open marriage is not for everyone, neither is having kids, buying a house, getting a dog, moving to a new place, or making a major job change.  All of these things can cause existing issues within a relationship to surface, get worse, and cause the self destruction of the relationship.  None are the cause or a sign of a problem.  Just can be catalysts for kicking off the beginning of the end.

Let’s see… since Sylvanus and I have gotten married we have… 1) gotten a dog (ok that was before being married) 2) Moved to a new place (Upstate NY and now Switzerland). 3) a major job change (Sylvanus has had major changes in his career and I have lost my job)

Acquiring a dog has been the least of our problems, though it has certainly kicked in my “mommy” mode. The biggest change we have undergone is the move to Switzerland. It’s been the hardest thing for me to adjust to. We have no friends, I can’t talk to anyone and I have no sense of purpose, or a job for that matter. Our lack of sex and passion is merely a symptom of the bigger picture. This move has affected me and thus, affected our marriage. It’s affected my character and Sylvanus’s. Things just aren’t the same. This move has put a strain on our marriage. 

That being said, at the end of the day, it is what the individuals do at that time that really define how the marriage will turn out.  If people have children and realize there are relationship woes, they can let them consume them – or do something about them.  Those who choose the latter give the relationship a chance to survive.  It’s all in what the couple does with what they are learning about themselves and their relationship. 

I’ve already begun the process of doing what I can to fulfill my role here. I begin my German classes this coming week. I hope to have a fairly good grasp of the language by the end of the year. Once 2012 rolls around, I hope to be able to land a job in my career field, which may or may not be a challenge itself. I’ll cross that bridge when it arrives. This should vastly improve things for myself and make my husband happy, which will then lead to a happier marriage. 

Today Sylvanus and I had a serious heart to heart about all the issues that concern us and our marriage. I know he is angry, without having to tell me, that I didn’t take language classes sooner. I’m sure he probably thinks this all could have been avoided. Maybe he’s right… maybe he’s not. I wasn’t ready till now to take language classes. I honestly thought that I would learn what I needed to while being immersed amongst the language. Turns out, German just doesn’t agree with me. I am not picking up on a single thing, except being able to understand most of the items on a menu and pointing to what I’d like. 

I was also under the impression that we would only be here for two years. I didn’t think it was necessary for me to learn the language. I didn’t think I would be getting a job. I thought anything I needed, I could rely on my husband. This was selfish and foolish thinking on my part. Turns out, my husband hopes to be here for as long as the company wishes him to be, or at least 5 years, which ever comes first. My getting a job is not a necessity for us financially, but a necessity for my sanity. Depending on my husband to handle things and translate for me, well that eventually wears a person down and is also a key factor for a few problems in our marriage today. 

So.. no.. I would never say our open marriage is the problem with our marriage. We are just like any other couple out there, struggling to create a happy life together. Life threw us a major curve ball and now we have to deal with it the best way we can. Hopefully the sun won’t be in our eyes and when the dust settles, we’ll be hitting a home run. 

Here’s to, hopefully, the beginning of some positive changes in our lives. 

© At Longings End 2011 

Shifting Gears

Wind the calendar back a few months. Mina and I were both looking for the same thing in our other relationships. We want people to have great sex with, of course, but we also wanted people we could care about. It’s a weird lesson after having some fun here and there, but it not quite feeling right, and getting stung when we did start to care about people who weren’t emotionally free. Lessons learned, we we re trying out our new thing. 

In her case, she eventually struck gold in DomC, and they now have a beautiful relationship. For my part, things had gotten off to a promising start with Dee. After I returned home, we were deep into planning our next meeting in a few weeks. She went to talk to her boyfriend about it, and suddenly I get the message “we have to talk.” 

So we talk. I learn that I am looking for someone to love, and that is not okay…and we finish the conversation with my offering to keep my distance and waiting for her to find me. I look at Mina – and tell her I’ve just been dumped. The silence last four lousy days. We started talking again, and it was a great thing. We got past our cancelled date. We nearly met up before my trip to Asia (and would have, had my itinerary not shifted at the last minute). And then…I get back from Asia, and things are distant, but we still keep in touch. I ask about meeting up, and now it is not possible till winter. I try to flirt, and suddenly the line goes silent for two days, until I finally start sending out “hello?” messages over every channel. Then I get the email apologizing for the silence…needing time to think…we need to be just friends, no sex. Dumped. Again.

I spend a lot of time going back over everything that happened, wondering if I misread signals. Trying to figure out if I pushed her somewhere she didn’t want to go. In the end, I can’t quite make sense of it, except that something changed. And I think about my rules, all my rules and how I religiously followed them, keeping people away thinking it was for the best, and deciding that this time, I could finally make an exception. I even hear the Joker taunting me: “You have all these rules and you think they’ll save you…” All this distance I force between myself and others, and all the hard-won lessons, and now I get one more, because once again I let someone get close. Granted, having someone push me away is better than my history of creating a stalker, so it IS progress, of a sort.

As the emotional smoke clears I am still left with the question of “What now?” And, for now, I’ve decided to take a simpler approach. I am going to have fun. If someone else gets attached, so be it, but I am not going to turn away things that could be good to play the high stakes game of finding someone who approaches this like Mina does. She is too rare, and life is too short. Think of it as a sexual version of Bill Simmons’s 14th gambling law: Don’t be a hero, just try to win money. I’m trying to scare anyone by being a part of their life. I’m just going to have some fun.

My First Asian Trip

Dubai (1USD = 3.67 Dhirams)

It’s hot here. Barely an hour after sunrise, and the temperature is over ninety, and surprisingly humid as the Persian Gulf breeze lashes over my face. I climb off of the airliner and take a short walk to the waiting bus that will drive us to Dubai International Airport Terminal 3 – the World’s Largest Building (in terms of square footage). Resembling an extremely large steel-and-glass caterpillar, it is the beginning of the oppressively modern, overscaled experience of Dubai.

desperate swisswives

I think I have officially reached my limit here. I am bored with this country. Seems pretty harsh to say. Most people would say, “What the fuck, Mina? You live in the middle of Europe! It’s a dream come true!” This is true and trust me, we plan on taking advantage of this as much as we can while we are living here. But you do know that visiting places around Europe costs money and time. We can’t run off to Rome or Madrid whenever we just feel like it. Sylvanus has a job for one, we have pets for the second, and the third, things cost money. 

What I am mainly talking about is my day to day life here. You don’t realize how much the simple things in life really make you happy, until you don’t have them anymore. Like, for instance, enjoying the company of friends over a bottle of wine and a delicious dinner. This doesn’t happen anymore for me. Why? I don’t have friends here. Simply being able to read the local paper and see if anything interesting is happening in the area. Being able to work a job to pass the time and earn some money. 

I’m finally breaking down and admitting that this is hard. When I moved from the home I knew for 31 years as sunny California, to a snow covered Rochester, NY, yeah it was rough. It was hard leaving behind my mom and friends and moving to a place and not knowing anyone and having to adjust to new weather conditions. (Fuck it snowed a lot there). But the one thing that was on my side, was everyone still spoke English there. So yeah, I had to eventually suck it up and start making a life for myself there. I became friends with some of Sylvanus’s coworkers, joined the company soft ball team, joined a gym, and finally began volunteering in my career field in the hopes of being hired. Once I started volunteering, things honestly started to get a whole lot better. And then we moved. 

We moved to Switzerland. Ironic since I am Swiss. However, I am from the French speaking region. We moved to the German speaking region. At first, it wasn’t so bad. I didn’t mind my quiet little life. I didn’t mind not being able to really communicate with other people. When I did need to communicate, it seemed a lot of people spoke English. I enjoyed my new hobby of going hiking in the forest, that is our backyard, with the dog. On weekends, Sylvanus and I would get in the car with the pup and explore new regions of this country or the boarders of another. But you know, as beautiful and as awesome as that is, going out and pointing at things, does get boring too. 

Next week, I start German classes and I am excited for two reasons. 1) I’ll meet other people who speak English and maybe make a few new friends. 2) Once I do learn German a whole new world may open up for me here. Like making new friends and getting a job. As much as I like to tell myself I can get by with just my English (and I have met people who have lived here for 2 years and have barely learned any German), I can’t. Sure, a whole lot of people here surprisingly speak English, but they would much rather speak German. My husband also, can’t translate for me all the time either. It gets tiring having to translate entire conversations. 

Meeting Master C has brought a large amount of happiness to me here, but it simply can’t fulfill me. He’s busy now, with many career responsibilities and interests. They take up a lot of his time. So as much as I would like him to be a bigger part of my life, it’s not possible right now. 

Sylvanus and I recently went to a polyamory group social. There is a Swiss Polyamory Group here. They don’t have a website, but function as a mailing list. I really can’t tell you what goes on because they conduct everything in German and frown upon any other language being used. So, I have not joined the mailing list, but Sylvanus has. He mentioned they were having a social event and asked if I would like to go. At this point, I don’t care if people are speaking German, I just wanted to get out of the apartment and meet people. I knew that many of them would be able to speak English. We went to the event and many people did speak English. However, since this was a social event, everyone socialized in German. Occasionally, someone would speak in English to include me in a conversation or to ask me questions, but really the majority of the evening was in German. After the dinner and socializing, came a discussion roundtable. Everyone sat in a circle with their chairs and first introduced themselves and what their life situation is. Sylvanus did his best to translate for me. After that, came an open discussion round on all things polyamory. Again, Sylvanus did his best to translate for me. I wanted to participate, but my not speaking German just made me keep my mouth shut. All in all though, I didn’t think it was a complete waste of my time. I really do hope to make new friends through this group and yes by friends I do mean, FRIENDS. I do know, however, that if I don’t learn German, I will forever be excluded in this region of the country. 

Wish me luck!

P.S. I want this shirt : 

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© At Longings End 2011

Thursday with MasterC

It’s different from his previous visits the second MasterC arrives. Unlike the past, Master, arrives in the morning. I’m used to having to wait until the afternoon. Today, however, the buzzer to allow him into the building chimes at exactly 10. Sometimes it feels like he flies up the stairs when he arrives, but for whatever reason, this morning, his trip up takes a little longer than I thought. The door is unlocked and he has enough time to step in, put his things down and slip out of his shoes, before looking at me with pure delight. I had found one of my sexier tops while cleaning out a cabinet and immediately knew I’d be wearing it for him one day. Today is certainly a good day. I greet Master in a black fishnet top that barely covers my nude body. He is speechless and delighted at the same time. After we hug each other in reunion, his hands immediately attack my body. 

He turns me, admiring every angle of my body and the effect the fabric has on it. He muses how it will be difficult for him to take this particular number off of me. Still in the hallway, Master begins grasping my breasts, lifting the fabric up and having his way with my plentiful mounds. He slaps them before pulling on my nipples, making me rise to the tips of my toes. He bends me over, spanking my bare bottom. I love feeling his hand striking my ass. He turns me and spanks his cunt as well. 

He finally removes my clothes and his assault further continues in the hallway. It’s a mix of slaps and spanks on my breasts, face and ass. He bends me over, pushing my face into the wall, commanding me to arch my back and push out my ass for him. He spanks me before diving his fingers into his cunt. He finger fucks me hard, hitting my gspot and my moans come out primal. It feels good regardless if it will ever make me orgasm. 

He grabs me and presses my back against the door frame. Master passes by and reemerges with the wooden dowel rod in his hand.

the day after

It’s one of his new favorites. He begins by swatting my thighs up and down and my legs dance back and forth. I kick at the ground like an angry horse. Master moves to my breasts. He has a vision as to how they will look. He focus’s his blows, landing sharp strikes along the tops of each of my breasts. Blow after blow makes me wince. His hits are precise and hard and often he lets the rod stay right where it lands, making the sting last that much longer. When his hits land on my nipples, it’s more than I can bare. 

He tells me we will play a game today. He tells me it will combine the things I both love and hate. I am now curious. Master and myself are breaking a sweat in the hallway and he decides it’s time for him to undress. Master strips down, completely nude while I have my back turned to him. He approaches me again, pressing his body against me, letting his hands drift over my body. He places his erection into my hands which were already held behind my back. I stroke his softness as he touches and bites me. He finally turns me around and pushes me against the opposite wall. He rubs my clit, willing an orgasm to explode from my body. I try to offer this to him, but I cannot. I can’t quite seem to get to the edge. Master grabs my vibrator from the bedroom and allows me to use it on my clit while he thrusts his fingers into his cunt. I nearly topple over, losing my sense of balance as the orgasm rips out of my body and I scream. The look on his face when I orgasm is simply priceless. 

Master leads me into the bedroom and unlike his usual style of waiting a few hours, I can see he needs to fuck me right away. He bends me over the bed. My feet are still planted on the floor, as my face is pushed into the mattress. He first uses the flogger on me. He strikes my back with hard, heavy thuds. He strikes the back of my legs with sharp stings. When he’s had enough, I can hear Master slip on the condom behind me, before he slides into me from behind. This is a first for us, this position. I have never felt Master pound me from behind and he does exactly that. Over and over as he holds onto my hips, he thrusts into me. Not only is it good to feel him fucking his slave, but the sounds coming from his mouth are a complete turn on. He’s growling, actually growling. As his slave, I am completely turned on knowing it is me and my body that are making him feel so fucking good. 

Master pulls out, pressing his protected cock against my tight asshole. He drips some lube, letting it spill over my anus and down his cunt. His cock moves back into it’s place and he slowly pushes his cock deep inside me. He begins fucking my ass hard. He pulls out and pushes in a few times and on the last thrust in, my anus involuntarily clenches and Master surrenders to the feeling of the sudden tightness. His growls turn into words of profanity and before I know it, he is shivering and yelling and pumping his condom full of semen deep inside my ass. We collapse together on the bed. 

We spend some time after glowing on the bed. Talking about anything and everything, snuggling and kissing, with him occasionally getting rough with his slave once more. 

The mood breaks and he is ready to fuck his slave again. On my back, he thrusts his protected cock inside me. It’s a mix of fast and hard thrusting and slow and deliberate movements. Though I get close a few times, my orgasm decides to be shy. Master reaches for my vibe, and I press it against my clit. The combination of his thrusting and the vibrations at my clit are enough to send me over the edge. Master, presses his lower body against mine as my orgasm slowly builds. It begins slow and I am almost disappointed until finally the wave crashes and an explosion of pleasure takes me. Just when I think it is over, Master’s continues thrusting and having the vibe remain in place, suddenly erupts even more sparks of pleasure and my eyes pop wide open as I am surprised by this. (Master would later tell me this was a look he’ll never forget.) It is also the look that sends Master over the edge himself and he cums so hard, I swear it’s like one of my own. His body shakes and shivers and he is a panting mess when he collapses beside me on the bed. 

Time passes once more, as we collect ourselves from the previous orgasm and suddenly Master remembers… “The Game!” I look at him as he picks up the wooden dowel rod and my vibrator. “You are to give yourself and orgasm, while I hit your breasts with this.” I tell him I’m really going to have to work for this orgasm. “That is the point .” He tells me. 

“So exactly how is this a game?” I ask. 

“It’s a game to see if you can orgasm while I give you pain.” 

“Can I ask you another question?” I’m beginning to become very coy now. 

“Of course,” he answers. 

“Can I fake it?” At this point I am giggling because of course I don’t actually mean it, but it just seems like such the perfect joke. The look on Master’s face is priceless as he tries to be stern but knows how much I am actually joking. The game begins and I can barely look at him because it will just make me laugh, even though he has already begun striking my breasts hard with the rod. 

the day after

It doesn’t take long before I gain my composure and work the vibe on my clit. I know this is going to be a lot of work because my clit is already becoming numb from having two orgasms using the vibe  and of course there is the distraction of Master’s painful hits. He holds my breasts by the nipples and strikes the under side hard. He squeezes them, giving him ample room to strike them on the top. Every time I feel an orgasm approach, his hard blows distract me and the orgasm hides. Finally, however, the orgasm approaches and there is no turning back. The strikes that once hurt and were very distracting are suddenly part of the pleasure of my orgasm. It doesn’t matter anymore that the strikes are sharp and sting. This “pain” suddenly becomes my ultimate pleasure. Each strike becomes the factor that pushes me farther until finally I orgasm, feeling the pain melting into nothing but pure pleasure. 

The remainder of our time together is spent in bed, doing absolutely nothing but getting to know each other on more intimate and personal terms. This is a different meeting from all the last, but that’s the beauty of us. Each encounter different from the last. They still end the same way though. An eagerness to see each other soon again and I shed a few tears as he departs.

© At Longings End 2011