I can hardly sit down today. Before I can tell you why, you need a little back story.
I was having a REALLY sassy day two days ago. I was having fun watching the veins bulge in Sir’s neck as I intentionally pushed his buttons. He tried to pin me in the kitchen and give me a kiss and I turned away. He just smiled and walked out of the room. When he came back, we sat together and had a really in depth conversation about things that had been going on in our lives. Everything softened and I decided to go to the bedroom to get ready for bed while he went out to shut in the chickens. I walked into the bedroom and found a metal folding chair, two sets of handcuffs, a ton of rope, a wooden board, a T-square, oil and leather. “OH, SHIT!” I quickly got ready and into bed. When Sir finally joined me he looked around and asked where the two sets of handcuffs had gone. I told him I only wish I knew. He just gave me a dark stare and climbed into bed with me. As I drifted off to sleep, all I could think was, God, I hope he doesn’t find them anytime soon. 🙂
That brings us up to the current time. Sir decided he wanted his cuffs back last night. He grabbed me by the wrist and drug me down the hall, into the bedroom. He stripped me naked and we wrestled for a short time, until he pinned my ass face down on the bed. Unbeknownst to me, he made some new cuffs out of leather and used them to restrain my wrists and ankles. He proceed to work me over Hard. He had the leather belt and crop. Holly FUCK they stung. He kept doing what he called an “around the world” where he would start at one ankle, work up that leg, hit HARD across my ass and then continue down the other leg. I was SCREAMING into the pillows so I wouldn’t be heard by our children or neighbors.
He would place ice cubes on the small of my back. (In case you didn’t know, that particular spot is incredibly temperature sensitive.) He even decided that for the very first time, he would use anal play as a form of punishment. Another reason I can hardly sit down today.
He thought it was cute to hold things in front of my face and ask me what color they were. When I would respond, (black, green, blue, white) he would smile, say good girl and then lay a wicked belt lash across my hot pink ass. I took it for about an hour and a half, until his voice really changed. He had the crop in his hand and he whipped me the hardest he had that night with every syllable of “Where-are-my-fuck-ing-cuffs!!!!!” I was exhausted, sweaty, thirsty and my ass was welted and burning, so I told him. He has NEVER been that forceful before. He told me this morning that he had decided he wasn’t going to lose. I was going to tell him where they were or have to use my safe word, before he would stop.
Once he had them in his hands, he very lovingly tended to my bruised and rope burned wrists and ankles. He gently treated my welted backside. Lovingly kissed me and stroked my hair. Softly rolled me over, onto my back and then proceeded to take me and fuck me REALLY hard. By the time we finished, I was only semi-conscious, totally spent and laying in a puddle of our juices. It took a while and support from Sir to finally recover, use the restroom and drink some water. I slept like a brick last night.
I got what I deserved, I know. BUT, I still have one set of his cuffs hidden, and just wait until he goes to use his crop again. 🙂