A Holiday Weekend…Ruined

Saturday and Sunday were both busy days.  I had a couple of honey-dos to complete, had a several hour visit to my brother’s, had to help friends, for several hours, with a project they had.  Then, there was the needed yard work, tending the garden and trying to squeeze in family time.  It didn’t leave a lot of time for play.  In fact, the only time we had, on each day, was late evening.  Mind you, that is not a bad thing at all.  Our play is meant to be secondary to almost everything else.

Keeping with the fact that the weekend was so busy, I am, unfortunately, a bit sketchy on the details of what all happened,  I do remember a few highlights, however.  So, this will likely be a succinct post and, hence, maybe short on details.  I apologize in advance.

Saturday evening, I got home a little late.  We were both tired and ended up retiring for just a little us time.  We settled into bed and curled up together, watching a movie.  It didn’t take long, though, for NW’s hands to find its way to my crotch.  She worked me for a bit, edged me and then I kind of lit into her.  According to her, I bit her, I choked her and I fingered her roughly.  Roughly enough that she was sore, the next morning.  This went on for a while.  She came, a lot.

After I had calmed down a bit, she went back to stroking me.  She edged me a couple more times.  Then on one edging, I tried to warn her off, but she ignored me.  She stroked a couple more times and I went over the edge.  I fought hard to contain it, but she wouldn’t release my cock and started squeezing it harder, once she felt me tense.  After a second, realizing that she just wasn’t going to let go, I quit fighting it.  She just held me, firmly, not moving.  After the first contraction hit me, though, I realized that she was using her thumb to keep my urethra closed.  (I made the mistake of showing her a retrograde orgasm, once.)  The rhythmic contractions took over.  Since there was no loss of pressure, though, due to my closed of urethra, the contractions just kept going.  I probably had, at least, twice as many contractions as I would during a full orgasm.

It was mildly uncomfortable.  When the contractions stopped, she released me, and nothing came out.  When she pressed the base of my urethra, though, out it came.  So, on our forty-first day, I was given my first ruined orgasm.  Even though it was a weird one, since I had fought against it, initially.

We cleaned up and that was the evening.

Jump forward to Sunday evening.  After spending a good part of the day helping friends with some intensive physical labor, I was wiped out.  That, of course, did not keep us from a late evening rendezvous in our bedroom.

It started as it often does, of late, with NE fondling me until i am erect enough to be stroked.  She asked me what I wanted to do.  I was honest.  I said I hadn’t given it much thought and was kind of there for the ride.  To which she responded by rolling onto her back and informing me that I would be servicing her until I had made a decision.  As it turns out, that is what I really wanted…to service her.  So, I worked from her sex to her ass.  I licked.  I sucked,  I nibbled.  I bit.

She asked me if I had decided on anything yet.  I just kept working her.  She finally caught on.  Once she did, she took another couple of orgasms and then had me roll onto my back.  She got on all fours next to me and took me into her mouth.

For whatever reason, I was in a mood and worked my thumb inside her pussy.  She came.  I withdrew and smacked her ass.  She responded positively.  So, I slapped it again and then proceeded to spank her ass, as she was hunched over, with me in her mouth.  She came.  I spread her ass checks and repeatedly spanked her exposed asshole, while having to warn her off of me.  She came again.

In between her orgasms, I had to warn her off, several times.  Even while concentrating on making her cum, I couldn’t not notice what she was doing to me.

Deciding that maybe she needed a bit more typical pleasure, I re-inserting my thumb into her pussy but added a finger into her ass.  I was gentle at first, but soon morphed it into a hard pounding.  She came twice more, swallowing my cock as she came.

After a moments reprieve for both of us, she took my cock back into her mouth.  I forced her head down until I was settled into her throat.  Once bottomed out, I hooked my calf over her head where she couldn’t withdraw.  Then I started spanking her hard.  Between the spanking and the breath play, she erupted, literally.  Fortunately, I had foreseen this and put a towel under her.  During the course of the evening, she did her best to soak it.

Once I finally relented, she went back to me and gave me another ruined orgasm.  This time she told me, beforehand, not to fight it.  I didn’t.  And she timed it perfectly.  She stopped stimulating me and watched.  It took a couple of seconds, but without me fighting it, the pressure was sufficient.  Over the edge I went.  Only about four or five contractions.  Only two emitting semen.

It actually seemed a non-event.  My libido dropped slightly, as is often the case when the pressure subsides.  But it was a non-emotional experience.  It wasn’t at all pleasurable.  It wasn’t uncomfortable.  I wasn’t happy, sad, angry or anything else different from just before.

So, a ruined orgasm on each of the past two days.  And nothing has really changed.  Well, unless NW has decided that it has…and hasn’t told me.

 

Saturday Night Special

Yes, I am running a little behind.  We are on a family trip and time for everything, including posting, is a little tight.  So, jump back to the night before last.  The evening after my wonderfully erotic bath with NW.

Later that evening, we decided to wind it down and just watch a movie, so that we could get some rest.   Just over halfway through the movie, we took a break so NW could get a drink and a snack.  I took the time to run to the restroom.

When I exited the restroom, the first thing I saw was NW , laying across the bed, dress lifted, legs spread and her sex right in front of me.  I stepped out, coyly asked if she needed some attention and dropped to my knees.  I leaned in and gave her a couple of slow strokes with my tongue.  She was having none of it.

She grabbed my head, pulled me in tight and started rubbing her pussy against my face.  I took the subtle hint and began to eat her in earnest.  She came…hard.

I, immediately, lifted her hips and started working on her asshole.  She came twice more, as I pushed my tongue as deep as I possibly could.  I sank it to the point that my mouth hurt from being stretched open, as I used her hips to pull her onto my face.

Then I moved back to her pussy, for some clean up, which brought her off again.  I assumed that we were done and ready to go back to the movie.  But, again, she was having none it it.  She hopped off the bed, having developed a somewhat frantic, “fuck it”, attitude and told me to strip and lay on back back, facing her.  The next thing I know, she has donned her strapon and I feel lube being applied to my ass.  The game was on…and she wanted it bad!

In it went.  It was not painful, which surprised me.  But I am still not used to the feeling of NW taking my ass.  She thrust in, sank to her hips and started fucking my ass with extreme prejudice.

After a couple of minutes of this, she decided she didn’t like the angle.  I rolled over onto my knees and flushed myself against the bed as best I could.  She re-entered me, forcefully, and began slamming against my ass.  My insides were getting pummeled.

Then, to her surprise, and mine, I said something completely unplanned and unexpected…please fuck me harder.  Was the physical experience good?  No…  But NW was really going after me.  I could tell from her sounds and effort, that she was really, really, really getting off on fucking me as her little bitch.  Between the little vibrating, reverse penis on the strapon and my having just asked for it rougher, she went over he edge.

I slid off the bed and onto my feet, spreading my legs and lowering my ass so that the height was right.  She continued to pound my ass through the transition.  “Harder, please”, and she did.  My little NW was knocking me forward with the force of her thrusts, as she came again.  A minute or two of this and she pulled me back, to where she was against the wall, and I began fucking myself on her cock.  I slammed back onto her, again and again, trying to take the whole length, knowing that she loved me doing this.  She did.  She came again and then started thrusting into me as I thrust back onto her.

Pushing me forward, back to the bed, she took her final thrusts, came once more and then withdrew, panting.  As much as I don’t get anything from this type of play, I felt empty when she withdrew.

She dropped the strapon, lay on the bed and I cleaned her to orgasm, one last time.

I still don’t physically enjoy having my ass taken.  But knowing that NW loves doing it…that it gets her so wound up…how could I not want it?

Pain and Pleasure — NW’s Sadistic Side Shows

As mentioned in the prior post, we were both burning and yearning very intensely, from our discussions and the day’s goings on.  NW had told me, before she left work, that I was not going to be teased last night.  Knowing that, I hoped that she had something intense planned for me.  If all she had wanted was for me to pleasure her until she was exhausted, so be it.  But deep down I needed attention of some sort.  I was craving sensation.  In the end, literally, I got more than I had bargained for and hoped.

We both cleaned up and met in the bedroom.  We climbed on the bed and NW immediately positioned herself in a manner to which I have become accustomed.  She told me to make her come and off it went.  I spent several minutes with my head between her legs, working from her sex to her ass and back.  After several orgasms, she sat up and told me to roll over onto my back.

Once there, she told me that she had changed her mind and that I was going to be teased.  She also told me that she wanted to hurt me.  She wanted me to make the decision which was to be first.  It didn’t take much pondering to decide that I would rather end the night with frustration than with pain.  So, I told her that I would like the pain first.  With that, I was told to get on my stomach.

I was expecting the cane.  Actually, I was craving the cane and the intensity, even if too much, that it gives.  What I felt, though, was the belt.  It slapped and stung nicely.  NW made sure that it had enough force to hurt, but not near a limit.  Of course, with the belt, it takes a lot more force to reach that level.

After several whacks from the belt, there was a pause, then blows started again, with increasing frequency.  This time, however, it was the flogger that was raining down on me.  And not just on my ass, but my back, shoulders and flanks…with ever increasing force.  The dull, pleasurable thuds that started the flogging gave way to the stinging crack of the harder blows.  Then it paused again.

A moment later I felt the stiff, unyielding, though light, whack of the cane.  This was it.  She was going to cane me.  I craved it, and had been.  But, honestly, I feared it.  The last time she was punishing me.  I had no such motivation to endure, this time around.  Last time she was learning how hard the blows should/could be.  This time she started with a good idea of her desired force.  Even so, she had me rate each blow, 1 to 10, so that she could adjust accordingly.

This was somewhat virgin territory for us.  Yes, I knew that NW liked it when I squirmed in pain, at her hand.  That was usually in the form of CBT.  And, yes, we have played with spanking, flogging and caning before…lightly.  Now, however, she was about to cane me, hurt me, and for no reason but to satisfy her own sadistic desire to do so.  Furthering it was the fact that I perceive CBT, no matter how harsh, to be highly sexual.  Having my ass tormented, however, carries to such feeling.  It is naughty, yes, but not directly sexual and therefore, devoid of that motivation to endure it.  On this, my only motivation was that NW desired it.  That was going to have to be enough.

The first hard stroke fell and I blurted “seven”.  Several more blows fell and NW felt that my tolerance was not as high tonight as when I was punished.  I had thought the same thing.  Again, I think the fact that I was not being punished was making it harder to endure.  After a couple of more strokes, though, I found my groove.  NW was kind enough to let me somewhat recover from one blow before delivering the next…with a few exceptions.  She was more interested it being heavy-handed, marking me and prolonging it, rather than a burst of lighter blows that would quickly escalate beyond my ability to take in.

Soon all of the impacts were registering 8’s, 9’s and even some 10’s.  She became skeptical of my rating, thinking I was down playing the pain to keep her going.  So, she swung, in her words “harder than I ever have”, and the impact immediately tensed my whole body.  I cried out, “10!”  She smiled and said that she was testing me.  Of course, two blows later and I shrieked, “12!”, as the hardest force of the blow had hit my upper thigh, not my ass.  That, of course, is fair game.  But the hardest blows are intended for my backside proper.

She stopped and commented that it almost felt wrong to be so wet from hurting me.  She had me roll over onto my back, climbed onto the bed and mounted her throne.  Her weight pressed down onto my chest.  She slid her body forward and my waiting mouth locked onto her pussy.  She was not lying.  She was soaked.  Even moreso than earlier in the day.  I feasted.  She came.  She leaned back and moved her ass to my mouth.  I worshipped.  She came even more.  But she was not done with my ass.

Pics after the first round…

 

She had me roll back over onto my stomach and returned to the belt.  This time she focused more attention on the soft, vulnerable skin at the base of my ass, just above my balls.  Then onto the flogger again…back, shoulders, flanks, hips and ass.  She pulled my balls back and had me arch, to let them hang. Doubling the tails of the flogger, she began battering my balls with it.  Nothing extreme, but each blow enough to make me jerk.

Then she returned to the cane.  This round was not as long lived as the previous, but the blows held at a much higher level of pain.  Fully ninety percent of them were a 9 or 10, with the occasional missed mark well exceeding the goal of 10.

Several times she asked if I was okay.  She knows that I will go beyond what I “should” to give her what she wants.  I was okay.  I was prepared to keep going.  At the end, she would only hit me when I gave the okay, as every blow was at or near the limit.  I rushed myself, so that I was not slowing her down, and then she was sated.  My ass had been pummeled.  Even as thick skinned as I am, the marks were evident, especially from a tool whose impact is much deeper and not as superficially noticeable as a belt or lighter, flexible cane.

She consoled me, thanked me, soothingly rubbed me.  And I thanked her, sincerely.  She was sated…at least her want to hurt me.  I was sated, and my want of stimulation met.

Pics after the second round

She rolled back from me, onto her back, and I returned to pleasuring her.  First her ass, at it was offered again.  Then her sex.  I headily, lovingly and enthusiastically brought her to orgasm several times.

Once her need had been met, she rolled me over and began to work me over, as promised.  I was slow to respond.  My body was still reeling from the caning and, as I said, I felt sated.  In time, though, I responded and she stroked and sucked me to the edge.  She held me there for some time.  I was overly cautious in my feedback, as I was feeling so many things that I wasn’t sure how my body would respond.  No orgasm, no release, just minute after minute of riding near or on the edge.

When it was over, we lay there in each others arms…holding one another…kissing…and thanking one another for an incredibly intense and satisfying night.

Oh…and the morning after…

What is Vanilla?

NW and I were talking, the other day, and she said that she would be sad to do so, but could absolutely go back to “vanilla” sex.  That precipitated the conversation of what, exactly, vanilla sex is.

Employing my google-fu, it seems that the definition of “vanilla (or conventional) sex” is simply whatever is the cultural norm for your era and society.  I read a few articles and the consensus seemed to be that oral sex, manual sex, some toys and vaginal intercourse were considered “the norm”.  It could include a bit of roughness or intensity, but specifically excluded anything considered BDSM, fetish or kink.  In fact, most of what I read considered anal sex to be non-vanilla.  I guess they don’t know any gay/bi-sexual men…although some did note the exception.

NW and I always smile about that definition.  In a lot of ways, we consider ourselves “vanilla” or, at least, feel that what we are doing is vanilla.  We are cognizant of the fact that a lot of what we do is outside of the world’s view of it…but it just doesn’t seem that kinky to us.  I am sure many of you feel the same way.

So, how do we define the line between vanilla and kinky/alternative, for us?  (Just for fun, of course, as there is no real need.)

She and I agree on several things.  Like…having  hypodermic needles pushed all the way through my balls (see gallery) is definitely NOT vanilla.  Me using a belt (yes, the same one she used on me, yesterday) on her vulnerable, exposed pussy (see gallery), until she begged me to stop…only to continue on until she was crying, is NOT vanilla.  (Yes, she requested this from me.  I will not hurt her unless she wants or asks for it.)

But what about other things that the list would imply?  Anal sex?  Absolutely vanilla, when I am the giver.  But what if I’m not.  What if NW is pegging/fucking me?  To me, it is different, and carries a slight degree of taboo with it, but isn’t something I think of as “out there”. In fact, even if there was nothing BDSM-y, fetish-y or kinky going on in our sex life, I would let her do it if she really wanted to.

That said, it is something that I am much more guarded of someone knowing.  If  a co-worker came up and asked me if I fuck NW ‘s ass, I would affirm it…depending on the co-worker.  If they asked me if she fucked my ass, though, I would be much more reticent to admit that.  Does that mean it is well outside of vanilla?  When with NW, it is an intense, different, thing that we do…even having a feel of normalcy, in current context.  But someone else knowing it happens takes it to a different level.

What about analingus?  The first time I recall doing that was about twenty-five years ago…long before NW.  It felt naughty, but again, nothing extreme.  Maybe because I had thought about it so much beforehand.  The first time it was ever done to me, though, was by NW.  And it seemed incredibly naughty and taboo to be on the receiving end.

Now, I do it without thought.  She loves it and I think of it as being taboo, even if it doesn’t feel that way.  So, I would call it vanilla.  And I would tell the same co-worker that I (theoretically) told that I fuck NW’s ass that I stick my tongue in there afterwards.

So, it feels like what is vanilla isn’t completely tied to my reluctance to share that I engage in it….what would be deemed acceptable.

What do you all think?  Hopefully, there are some polls below.  Please participate…
If you have any other thoughts on what is or isn’t “vanilla”, please comment.

 

 

 

 

Afternoon Delight

NW and I had a mild session, yesterday afternoon.  It as basically her using me to orally pleasure her and then working me up so that she could use me as a living sex toy.  This involved her riding me.  The big thing she wanted, though, was anal.  So, once erect enough, she knelt on the side of the bed and I entered her, standing.
I was teased a bit afterwards and she had me use my fingers to give her what were, almost, her last orgasms.  The last came when I was cleaning her up.

Fast forward to this afternoon.  She called me in and had me strip down.  I laid down on the bed and she tied off my balls.  She teased me for a few minutes and then had me roll over.  Two pillows were placed under my hips and I then felt her lubing my asshole.

I honestly had no idea what she was planning.  I assumed that I would be plugged.  Then I felt her finger, abruptly, force its way into me and immediately find my prostate.  She asked if that was it, but she already knew.  I definitely did.

Having played with my prostate for a minute, I felt her withdraw and heard her moving around a bit.  Then I felt something press against my anus.  Again, I assumed it was a butt plug, until it pushed its way in and the girth remained the same.  She was pegging me, with her new strapon!  Well, she was pegging me to begin with…then she was flat out fucking me…hard.

The strapon is long enough that the wrong angle is somewhat painful.  I squirmed and moved, trying to get the angle right, while she thrust deep into me.  She was making the most delicious sounds.  Asking me how it felt, telling me how much she liked fucking me.

Make no mistake, I was being taken…and hard.

As this strapon has a smaller “penis” that presses against her pussy, as she uses it, she came.

Once I found my angle, even though it was not physically pleasing to me, at all, I got wrapped up in her orgasm, her sounds, the fact that she was so getting off on fucking my ass.  I started thrusting backwards.  She immediately stopped and let me fuck myself on her “cock”.  The sight of it sent her over again.

It all went on a little too long for me.  But her delight was worth every second of it.
She took my ass better than I had hers, the day before.

After withdrawing, we cleaned up, my balls were still tied, and hopped back in bed.  After a little light CBT, she untied my balls and then began a merciless tease and denial session.  She kept asking me if I wanted to come.  I said yes.  And, for once, I actually did.  But she just kept telling me no.  Not now and not soon.

Then I was given a choice.  We could end the session right there, or I could accept the belt and be allowed to clean her up.  I, of course, chose the belt.  There were a few light strikes to my balls and then she had me roll over.  She proceeded to spank me, fairly hard, with the belt.  After several blows, she had me roll back over and, finally, mounted my face so that I could clean her.  She, of course, had an orgasm from my cleaning effort.  So, I had to redo it.  But not before she leaned back and fed me her ass, for another orgasm.

She was very wet, and, hence, so was my face.  But, at least, she was clean when we were done.

Follow-up to Last Night’s Punishment…Edited

Having had an evening to think about it, and the chance to converse with NW, I wanted to do a follow-up to last night.  For many of you, it would not be that significant at all.  It just comes with the territory of being submissive, depending on your flavor of submission.
As someone who is normally the one doling out the punishment, and has never been punished, in scene/session/whatever, though, it is a big deal to me.  It is also not insignificant to NW, since she has never punished anyone like this…definitely not me.

From my side, as I previously posted, I felt guilty.  I am one of those folks that my word is as good as gold.  And even though I didn’t do it for any nefarious reason, I had broken my word nonetheless.
I wanted to be punished for that.  Psychologically, I needed to be punished for it.  While I have felt that way whenever I did not keep my word, it has never been over something as simple as touching myself.  And it was definitely not corporal punishment at the hands of my wife.  But I wanted it and, on some level, needed it.

I would be lying to say that I was not incredibly apprehensive.  Having chosen the cane, there was a bit of fear in how it was going to play out.  I was prepared to accept whatever she deemed sufficient, though.  There would be no protesting, no trying to escape.  I did this and it was time to suffer the consequences.

I never would have thought that I would feel that way, in this role and framework.  We must be doing something right.  I very much felt subject to her.

And when I rolled over, I was leaking precum copiously.  Since I was not stimulated at all, and was given nothing but pain, which hurt, I can only guess that I had become extremely aroused by the fact that NW was punishing me.  What a pleasant surprise!

But there is a flip-side to this.  How did NW feel about and perceive it?

She said that she felt a little silly, when she was setting up and waiting for me to get in the room.  But that, once I was in the room, it felt completely natural and serious.  Again, during our talk today, she expressed that she felt I absolutely deserved to be punished and that she had the right to punish me.  She said that she thought it would feel weird to do it…but it didn’t.  In fact, she said that it felt like it was the right thing to do.  (I am leaking just thinking about it)

I asked her if it made her feel powerful.  She didn’t like that word.  She said it made her feel like she had authority…was in control…and had an absolute right to the feel upset and displeased and to carry out a punishment to reinforce the rules and allow me to pay for my transgression.

She did all of those things.  She did them wonderfully.  She has come so far so quickly.  I am a lucky man, even with a still sore ass.
And I like feeling/knowing that I can turn myself over to her.

Edit:  I meant to add what our “cane” is.  It is not what I typically think of as a cane (the long dowels you normally see in videos).  This is a piece of 3/4″ quarter round moulding that is tightly wrapped in a single layer of black electrical tape (to protect from splinters).  It has  pretty good weight to it and the impacts are felt fairly deep.  It isn’t flexible at all.  So, when it hits you, it doesn’t give.

Suffering NW’s Wrath…A Well Deserved Punishment

Tonight I had an experience that I have never had before…at least not since being a child.  I received corporal punishment.  It was deserved.  NW, somewhat to my surprise, was more than up to the task of doling it out and even enjoyed doing so.

You see, last night, when getting ready for bed, I couldn’t get a nagging issue out of my head.  So, I decided to test a theory and see if it would turn out as I suspected.  To test this theory, I had to stimulate myself…basically masturbate with no intention of having an orgasm.  That, of course, is not allowed.  It was weighing heavily enough on me, though, that I decided to do it anyway.  I wasn’t doing it to be defiant.  I wasn’t doing it for pleasure.  I, very seriously, was looking to see what the outcome would be.

So lost was I in observation that I didn’t immediately recognize that I was starting to hit the edge.  I did catch myself, though.  I immediately stopped the stimulation and braced myself to resist the orgasm that I feared was coming.  (I have discovered that I  can seize myself and prevent the convulsions/spasms of an orgasm.)  It never happened…not a single contraction.  The orgasm had been averted.  What did happen, though, has never happened to me before.  At the same time that the urge subsided, I felt a sensation as though the lower half of my urethra had suddenly filled!

The valves had released.  I had just inadvertently, and for the first time ever, been milked.  I expressed the fluid and it was fully semen, but without an orgasm of any sort.
I did not share it with NW, as she was already asleep.  And, honestly, I didn’t want to disappoint her.

True to my word, though, today, I explained to her what happened.  I told her that I felt really guilty, and that was/is the truth.  I also said that I understood that this was absolutely a punishable offense and that I was prepared to accept whatever she deemed proper.

As it turns out, NW did not count one offense.  She counted three…1) I stimulated myself without permission…2) I had an unauthorized emission…3) I failed to ingest that emission.  On number three, I knew that I was supposed to eat any cum that exited my body without permission.  But that has always been in the bedroom.  So, it didn’t even cross my mind.

When it came time for me to receive my punishment, she told me of the three, not one, infractions.  Also, that I had a choice.  I could get five blows from a leather belt, for each broken rule, or three strikes from a cane.  Even with the more numerous blows, I suspected that I could endure the belt more easily.  So, I chose the cane, as I really did feel guilty and felt that the cane was a more suitable punishment.

NW strapped me to the bed, face down, with a couple of pillows elevating my ass.  She then declared the violation I was being punished for and delivered the three strikes for that violation.
A she had never caned anyone before, especially not me, she started out with a moderate stroke, for which I was thankful, since I, too, knew she was unsure how hard to swing.  Each strike was harder than the next.  She proceeded to violation number two.  The strokes fell harder.  Then, on violation number three, I really began to feel the pain and burn.

Afterwards, we talked.  I was very surprised at my, not only acceptance, but longing for the punishment…as though a sort of atonement.  I have definitely never felt that before in a sexual situation.  But it felt very real.  My only disappointment was that I didn’t feel that I had been sufficiently punished.  That, of course, it not my decision, but I did convey the feeling.  I think she too felt that, not necessarily the punishment, but the experience had been too short lived.  So she had me roll back onto my stomach and told me that she was going to start light and increase the force each time.  I was to rate each blow on a scale of 1 to 10.  1 was no pain and 10 was the most painful I could endure for no more than two, non-back to back strikes.

This went on for a while.  Once she hit a 7, there must have been ten or twelve more strokes before she hit a 10.  And at least three were what I deemed high 9’s.  And then it was over.

NW allowed me the reward of giving her several orgasms through analingus.  I didn’t deserve it, but she has needs too.

As I have said before, I am a difficult person to mark, but this ended with my ass welted and reddening.  I am not sure the pictures do it justice.  I can assure you that I am very much aware of what my ass was subjected to, as I sit here typing this.

 

Lesson learned?  Well, the guilt I felt had already ensured that I would never do that again.  The punishment just helped drive it home…and that NW is definitely taking charge.