Sweating

There is an old saying among dominants. "Being dominant means never having to sleep in the wet spot on the bed". I only bring this up because a few minutes ago I looked at the bed and realized there was the occasional dry spot, but no spot on the bed that wasn't wet with sweat or other various fluids large enough for someone to sleep in, even curled into a ball. In other words, yes, tonight was fun.

My pet got here earlier, and was only wearing a skirt and a shirt, to which I bent her over on the bed, and in various other places and positions and fucked her very roughly. This was accompanied as always with various other things, hair pulling, slapping, pinching, various sweet poisons being whispered into her ear, and of course several bite marks. This only lasted a short time, because we had somewhere else to be.

The resort was fun, molesting my pet in a hot tub, a pool or a sauna is very relaxing. Also, my pet is fairly "service oriented" meaning my shoulders, feet, legs, and back were all massaged at some point or another, mostly while I was in the hot tub. Naturally the amount of molestation that was hidden by the bubbles in the hot tub was not appropriate for a public place, but who cares? After we had our fill (literally more than two hours), I had her get dressed, in nothing but her skirt, which was pulled up to cover her tits. Then we went outside and I molested her some more, pulling the skirt up to fondle her.

After we got home, we started again, beginning with hard fucking and getting rougher from there. My pet was an anal virgin when we met, since then she has used an anal plug on various occasions, been instructed on how to stretch her ass, and even had anal sex on two separate occasions. Tonight was the second. While fucking her ass she began to cry, but not use her safe word, I thought she was gritting her teeth and bearing it for my pleasure at first. Moments later I realized she was seriously crying and I was honestly worried. I took a break and cuddled with her until she stopped crying. After that she did something that made me grin, she asked and then almost begged for me to try taking her ass again. After a short time fucking her ass (we did get to the point of me actually pounding her ass) she used her safe word. After I stopped and cuddled her some more, making sure she was ok, she asked me to please fuck her some more, as I had not cum yet. This continued until it climaxed in the most brutal fuck I have ever given someone. (that coming from a sadist might mean something to you). When I collapsed on the bed, still inside of her, I realized that both of us were sweating profusely, obviously me much more than her.

All in all, it was a great night, of course sexually, it was an amazing night, but now she is waiting in bed for me to come cuddle with her, so I will write more another time.

-Thoma
aka Shade

The Shackled Monster

To clarify, no, I'm not talking about my slave. I would never call her a monster. I am talking about that part of my mind, that is sadistic. That part of my mind that wants to see another person degraded, abused, tortured, hurt, crying, and honestly not enjoying it.
On a day to day basis, I keep that monster shackled tightly in the back of my mind. If you met me on the street or at a social function, you would never guess it was even there. You would never look at this person who takes care of his friends, works with children, and seems to be generally kind, and think he would ever want to see another human tied to the floor covered in shallow but very painful bruises, wimpering and crying for him to stop hurting them.
The shackles on that monster are very tight and only released when it is safe to do so. This is one of the reasons why I love my slave as much as I do. She knows this part of my mind exists and will actually ask for me to let it loose. She does not like pain. Honestly, she is not a masochist in the normal sense, pain is pain to her, not pleasure. Her only pleasure is in seeing me enjoy myself. She is a true and devoted submissive, and I love her more each day for that.
I have of course, explained all of this to her. I have explained that in the past I have released one or two of the four shackles holding that monster down while playing with a previous slave, but never more than that. She seems to understand that even though I could cage that monster indefinitely if I needed to, that it is relaxing and enjoyable to let it play.

Tonight and the next night I am working 15 hour long over night shifts. Between these shifts and a bit of sleep, I won't see her for more than two days. I believe that when I do see her again, I might just release two of the shackles and hand her the key to the third, in case she is feeling brave. I have already told her that she is to show up at my home when we can finally see eachother again wearing nothing but a one peice dress that comes to mid thigh. Also that night, we are going to go to a local resort where there is a hot tub, pool and sauna, for a little bit of relaxation, and play, if we can manage when no one is looking...


or maybe when they are... *wicked grin*

Sweat, Blood, Wax, and Oil.

And to think, that is just what ended up on the blanket. It was my pet's birthday today. Tonight we enjoyed a simple time, consisting of a long oil massage, candle wax, and a good amount of sex, even though she is on her period. All in all it was a fun night, I hope to write more soon. (I know I have been neglecting this, and should fix that.)

-Thoma
aka Shade