Another week lost...This time, I don't have even a visitor's excuse. I've just been lazy! Well, and there hasn't been much to write about.

But last night? *coughs*

After getting Boy to bed, I came to Beloved in the living room. He promptly told me that I was wearing too much. Teasing back, I asked if I should make a show of it...he raised his eyebrow and said, "By all means, pet."

I tried to make it a mix of playful teases and bashful innocence...I think it worked out, but Beloved Master didn't really TELL me. When I was naked, he stood up behind me, grabbing my hair, pulling my head back.
"Who do you belong to, pet?"
"You, Master."
"And what can I do to you?"
"Anything you desire, Master."
"Anything?" With this, he pulled my hair harder, making it almost hard to breathe.
"Yes, Master," I gasped.
"So if I were to invite a friend over and tell you to suck his cock, you would?"
"I...Would try, Master."
"Try? That implies that you might not. What would prevent you?"
I could feel the blush creep across my cheeks, but honestly answered, "His hygiene, Master."

That made him chuckle. We've had the conversation many times about how important hygiene is to each of our libido. It was okay. I was relieved, but not released. Beloved pulled me backwards to his chair, and sitting down, forced me to kneel, my back to him. He began kissing and biting me deeply, still pulling my hair, and now forcing me into an awkward position. Breathing into my ear, he told me to imagine an audience, watching...

"Can you hear them, pet? Their breath heavy with lust for you...the only thing keeping them at bay is Me. Lift your breasts to them, pet. Show your full, milky boobs to them. Make them want you more! Spread your legs, show them my pussy. I want you to play with your clit, pet..."

Maybe a month ago, we watched Behind the Green Door, and that was certainly the place I was dissolving into in my head. I wasn't sure I was comfortable with it...but Master was there and it was okay. Keeping my eyes closed, I found myself picturing the Turmoil Room at club...being displayed such on the large table for all to see...

"I want you spread open on the couch, pet."

That interrupted my reverie a bit...but I did as told. Beloved stood up and stripped himself. I couldn't help but lick my lips, wanting his cock. Grabbing himself, he teased me a moment before nodding, and I leapt forward, swallowing his stiff cock immediately. He fucked my mouth for a moment, then pushed me back.

"I am going to leave now, pet. I want you to play with yourself...put a show on for them until I come back."

Whimpering, my eyes sought his, but he only shook his head. Hesitantly, I brought my left hand to my pussy and gasped at how wet I was. Pressing one, then two fingers inside, I began to stroke my clit with my right. Seeing Master's approval, I closed my eyes, trying to please him...them...

I was gasping and mewing, but I could hear whispers in the room.

"Damn, that's so hot!"
"Look at that..."

I closed my eyes tighter, feeling both a tingling thrill and horribly embarrassed. I concentrated on my fingers and pussy...Please Master...it's okay...this pleases him.

I felt pressure on the side of the couch, and before I could respond, there was a cock pressed to my lips. "I've gotta have me some of that!" was the harsh whisper. If I hadn't KNOWN we were alone at home, I don't know what I would do. Instead, I whimpered, hesitantly accepting the cock presented. Master, Master, where are you? Please...I don't have permission...Master...save me...

The "man" traded places with another, and again, I did what was demanded of me, but with reservation. I was scared, honestly. I didn't know if this was a test of Beloved's earlier question or a test of my loyalties to Him.

The "stranger" withdrew, and then my Master was there, praising me for the wet, sticky, musky picture I presented. He leaned into me, kissing me deeply before asking if I had been giving them a good show. I whimpered, not knowing what to say, not knowing what the right answer was. I had done as I was told, and as asked, but without clear directions...

Master smiled, and pressed his cock to my lips, and I eagerly swallowed him, relieved to "wash away" the "strangers". He let me suckle for barely a minute before pulling away. "Enough! I want my pussy!"

Donning a condom, he plunged into me, fucking me hard and ruthlessly. It wasn't the best position, and he told me to hold on tight, at which point he picked me up bodily, his cock still buried in my cunt, and lifted me off the couch. He bounced me a bit, and there was a small piece of my mind that was amazed how effortlessly he seemed to carry me... The position didn't offer much more than that, however, and he lay me on the floor to ravage me completely. He grabbed my wrists and bit my neck, and drove me over the edge, cumming hard. I nearly slipped out of the world for a moment, fighting to stay...Master hadn't gotten his pleasure yet...but I felt uncoordinated and couldn't offer much. Beloved continued to fuck me for a moment or two, then withdrew. I knew he hadn't cum, but I felt powerless to do anything about it.

He removed the condom and cuddled me into his arms. I gave up and relaxed into the glow, slowing returning to my own senses.

"So, answer honestly, HOT or NOT?"
Biting my lip, I whispered, "Hot!"

I confessed my picture of club, asked about the movie reference, and we just talked a bit about it. I have mixed feelings about the whole scene...is that REALLY a scene I'd like to play out???...but there is no denying that something about it got me good.