a naughty vixen

I know....I know. A good slave would be content to wait for her Master's orders and desires. But I have never been very good about labels. And Kaya is being a bad influence:
"I came into this relationship wanting some very specific things. And, to top it all off, I not only think I deserve them, I demand that I get them. I demand that I get them OR I retaliate by witholding my own contributions to the relationship. Apparently, that does not mesh well with the slave board of ethics."

*giggles* It's true that I have my wants, expectations, needs. I don't withhold my contributions, but I do whine and sulk more. And it's been a challenging couple of days, since Beloved's mom is here. So when I came across this little clip >>>>

I couldn't help it. I e-mailed it to Beloved, asking:
"is it wrong that this clip made me want your attentions, Master?"

He wrote back:
"it isn't wrong because I like it."

MIL was out this evening for a meeting, so when Beloved came home, I was wearing my collar, something he commented on right away. After Boy was to bed, he said that I'd pleased him a great deal over the last couple of days, and that he'd like to oblige his pet. I managed to delay it for about 3 minutes while I finished his tea, but then I was naked and bent over the pool table.

The first smacks were pretty hard, and Beloved could hear the hesitation in my voice as I counted. He asked what that was about and I told him that they hurt, and I didn't know how far it was going to go. I know he smiled and he promised it wouldn't be any worse than the Gallerina. I whimpered and he asked if I wanted him to stop. "Only if Master wishes to stop" I managed. That earned me a 5-swat reprieve, but I continued to count...I really wasn't sure I could make it to 100.

Some would claim it's in the mindset, and I suppose they are right. I would make it to 100 if he chose to go there. The downer was that I was thinking exactly that...there was no zoning, no subspace. I was 100% here and now. And it hurt.

At 40, he stopped and told me to spread my legs. I was terrified he was going to slap my pussy, but instead he discovered my body's betrayal...I was wet wet wet. He teased me, finger-fucked me hard enough to cause ripple cramps, and I begged for his cock. So he gave me the choice:

He could stop.
Or I could run upstairs, get a condom, resume the position, and accept an additional 10 swats before getting his cock.

Ssssssooooooo not fair!

Yes, I ran upstairs. Yes, those last 10 swats were harder than the rest. Yes, I got used and abused and loved it.

*sigh*

I got exactly what I asked for. I just wish I wasn't so conflicted about getting it.