In sickness...

We are both coming down with something. It's too soon to tell what exactly, but we are running temperatures (we think, due to the weather it's hard to tell), a little nauseous and there is the beginnings of a nasty sounding, barking cough...

This was after one specifically said that there was to be no shared illnesses this time...

There is altogether too much togetherness going on round here...

Seriously, someone has to look after one small slave for a change...

And His coming all over one's tits, as one knelt by the bed, is not some sort of cure, whatever he may claim.

Disturbing things

His hand was wrapped around a breast causing the strangest sensation. It pushes the breast tissue forward and makes the nipple stretch and flatten out. Rubbing an experimental finger over the nipple and giving it a tweak one found it had very little feeling. It's like the nipple loses all sensation one naively commented.

He of course took that as a challenge... needless to say he won.

I'd like to try this with a belt or rope instead of my hand He commented. See if we can make them go purple...

Whimpers quietly

One overly warm summer's evening

Hot cum shot out splashing onto warm breasts before sliding off to pool in the crook of an arm.

The sound of whining filled the air...

Dammit! One of us was clean!

Medically induced

As one eased very, very gingerly into the car seat next to Him, desperately trying to not engage abdominals, shoulders, back or thigh too much, he shot a baleful glance in one's direction.

I've told you that if the gym work interferes with our sex life, it's going

Oh this won't interfere. OK one might not be exactly mobile, but it doesn't preclude one from just lying there.

You know I like medical play as much as the next man...

Well that was something of a revelation. And to be honest one isn't sure stuffing one small slave into a nurses costume counts as medical play

But having you in traction wasn't quite what I had in mind.

See that's where He went wrong. The secret of any long term relationship is adaption. Well that and taking advantage of...

Mind you He did do that very thing as we drove along...

Hmm...

Maybe the man doth protest too much

Humour down the hole

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Where did we go wrong?

The back is slowly returning to normal. In fact it allowed a one to run a couple of laps, in between the walking. Off one scampered to tell Him the good news...

His eyebrow spiralled up his face in disbelief. Right before He questioned the wisdom of the action.

At times you can just suck the joy out of any occasion... air goes in and negativity comes out. Besides, the running means that it is probably OK to try sex. Well a bit of masturbation at any rate...

How much damage could that cause?

Well one did find out, but we will get back to that shortly...

So later in the evening when He said "come on you, let's go to bed" one got quietly excited...

Right up until the words "I would like to play Skylanders for a while" followed. That was not what one had in mind at all. In fact one is pretty sure no woman ever has that in mind. So there one sat, graciously dutifully minding the portal, quietly wondering where it all went so wrong.

Oh He did relent and yet it still went wrong. It was not the gentle masturbation followed by a small quiet orgasm that one had in mind at all. No, it was much bigger and longer and caused the back to spasm and jack-knife in a rather painful manner. And that can be attributed to Him... or rather what he was doing to one at the time.  

In fact one might have muttered hate you as He made the body carry on orgasming...

Damn the body and its ability to morph some types of pain into sexual ecstasy. And damn Him for so many things...

Mutters really He shouldn't be left in charge of the incapacitated... he just takes advantage K

Mixed messages

We were sitting in the car chatting... there was a few minutes before one had to reluctantly drag oneself into work... when His hand reached out to rub the inside of the thigh. With a steady pressure it circled and squeezed as it worked its way higher up the leg until it had nowhere else to go. Unfortunately neither did one small slave, trapped in the confines of the car as one was. Sensing that His prey was cornered he pressed his attack...

Until one came... oblivious to whom might have been around or for that matter parked next to us...

A state that left one with slightly soggy knickers and even less desire to go to work...

And He left one there...

Mutters think that was an apology for bailing on one yesterday after the first round

Bastard!

Not such a Good Friday

He came home and we scampered around getting into gym gear before trotting off to the gym for a run. Well one of us ran while the other slogged up an imaginary hill... rather a steep one judging by the sweat forming on His brow. After torturing ourselves we returned home with dancing visions of a good breakfast, a leisurely shower, wild kinky sex and maybe a snooze. Sighs really we should know better 'cos life just isn't happy unless it is tossing some random spanner in the works.

In this case the spanner took the form of no power and weather creeping towards 30 (86 F) degrees. It seems Mother Nature didn't get the memo that it is autumn and is trying for a very long summer instead. So we sat there for a few minutes before snuffling around in the fridge for anything that could be eaten without heat. It was a very short list... He got the last of the ham while one small slave foraged in His mother's fridge for the fish cakes that she had offered as we left the house. Sighs in that dancing vision they were topped with fried, runny eggs... oh well at least it was food.

Well one declared, at least we can shower.

Not for too long He admonished. If this power doesn't come back on soon I'll need hot water for another when I wake up... make sure you don't drain the tank.

You know that man has a talent for sucking all vestiges of joy out of things. It's like a natural talent... all effortless grace L

Getting out of the shower one realised that the body was starving. The fish cakes while yummy... she does them with a curry mixture in the fish... were more than a little deficient in protein. And there was a singular lack of caffeine too...

In a flash of inspiration one remembered that our corner store can make coffee and their signs had been on when we passed them on the way home... so they must have had power. So off one scampered in the pursuit of coffee to help take the mind off the stomach that was screaming for food... sometimes even on small slave can't face a protein bar that early in the day.

It was a happy woman that returned triumphantly through the door bearing liquid gold. To find that the power had not been mysteriously turned back on and everything was heating up in a very unpleasant manner.

We sat there eyeing each other off...

Well I'm going to bed He announced. Are you going to come and join me?

Meh suppose there is nothing else to do...

Well that's lovely He said affecting an injured tone... which we both knew was bogus. That man wouldn't turn down sex, no matter how indifferently it was offered J

So we were lying in bed cuddled up next to each other masturbating... it was too hot to attempt anything more creative... when suddenly He stopped. Grasping a breast in each hand He applied a vice like grip on each nipple and pulled

Master?

Yes He said, as though he was actually interested in what one had to say

And honestly what one was going to say was that hurts. At least that was what was going through the mind. Of course what came out of the mouth was a sigh... well more of a whimpering sob.

It was at that moment that He leant in even closer and said cum for me

And the stupid, treacherous body did

He didn't stop there...

In fact He applied more pressure and said keep cumming

For the first time in its life the body obeyed quite independently of its free will. To the point that one actually said OK can you make it stop now?

He laughed and said right after you have climbed on my dick and made me cum

Mutters you know one can't help but feel that one might have been conned with that last manoeuvre 

On why cars are unsafe vehicles

On the sixth day of holidays... sung with less whine and more surprise... the twoo love reprogrammed me...

We are driving along, one of uncomfortably shoved in a denim belt with a zip mini and one of us looking smug. There are no prizes for guessing which was which by the way, so don't ask. His hand reaches out to caress the inner, and very exposed, thigh and he murmurs I do like this skirt on you. Those long fingers of His explore above the hem line, sliding between naked lips, as he caresses back and forth, round and round...

And it was feeling oh so good... so very, very good

Suddenly the brain engages and one realises what He is doing. Exclaiming stop that, one snatches back the traitorous body part from His grasp, while endeavouring to pull that useless bit of fabric further down. So awake up to what you are doing. You're trying to make good associations with this skirt and are using sex to do it. You know, one of us is on to your Jedi mind tricks.

But it doesn't make it any less effective He says, smirking.

His hand slides back to where it had been and it wasn't on the bloody gear stick where it was meant to be L

Sitting in the back row

Today was spent once again in the city, again with the car as it visited its uncle the mechanic, and we were left to wander the hot streets. For some reason the balmy spring has turned to a vicious summer with temperatures cranking up in the 30's already. A perfect time for the air-con to decide that now was a good time to stop working... once more L

We decided to do what all sensible people do when confronted with this kind of weather... we escaped to the cool and pleasing dark of the movies. Now movie selection was somewhat limited due to the fact the car had to be picked up by 4pm. In fact when we did the calculations the clear winner was "Looper"... actually it was the only contender. So in we scampered at the last minute...

It was the last minute because we had spent some idle time looking for t-shirts for one small slave. A fruitless pastime that one had hoped to avoid because the colour palettes and styles this spring are vile. No person with this type of colouring should wear peach or fluro orange and no human should raid their grandmother's wardrobe... unless she has awesome vintage clothes in it. Unfortunately the grandmother whose wardrobe this collection was based on seemed to favour shapeless and bland L

Anyway we slid into our seats, turned off our mobiles and settled in to watch the movie...

As one became moderately engrossed in the screen He discovered that the arm between us could be removed and one was unceremoniously hauled across to snuggle up next to him. Then an exploratory hand slid down under the skirts waistband...

Sighs one has to buy new clothes... these ones are providing no protection at all now.

Now, one has long suspected that we do not watch movies the same way and this theory was borne out by the timing of His attacks sexual affection. If one was engrossed then a hand was working its magic. If one's attention was wandering then His hand was still. Forty dollars and two orgasms later and with only a hazy idea of what was going on in parts of the movie, we found ourselves deposited into the harsh light and heat of the outside world where we got to wander around... one of us wet and both of us horny, with no way of scratching the itch... though He did somewhat impishly suggest nipping into the disabled bathroom to deal with the "issues".

You know the city has lost a lot of its gloss of late... and it would probably be much cheaper to book into a motel near the mechanic next time because there will be a next time. They managed to scratch a panel on the console while trying to put the new part in. At least it would be cool and more conducive to sex J

The challenge

Flying round like a mad thing doing breakfasts, lunch and the last little bits of housework... you know one worked out that days off used to total nearly three and a half and are now down to two... no wonder there aren't enough hours in a day to do anything pleasurable. And housework is never, ever going to be pleasurable... frankly there isn't enough time to spend mooning around the washing machine as one whit suggested. Anyway in the middle of all of this He asks what time do we need to leave here? Umm... about 9.20. At the time it was about 8 o'clock.

Well if you finish everything that needs to be done I'll take you to bed for a licking. Now the man has a very talented tongue so it was a good offer. Of course life got in the way and it was 9 o'clock before everything was done. Being practical... hell there was an orgasm on offer... one suggested that we go to bed for a quick bit of mutual masturbation instead... much faster you see.

So one screaming orgasm later, with His cock buried deep in the still sore from last night's reaming arse, one scampered off to work...

Leaving lunch on the bench...

And wondering, once again, how all paths lead to one small slave getting fucked in the arse

Our last night

It was late, but we were determined to get in one last round of decent sex... read that is when one gets to cum... preferably in comfort... before our holidays ended. How do they always end so quickly? We didn't achieve a single thing on our extensive sexual bucket list. There is a pile of toys unused, including the equine speculum... not that one was in any real rush to try that one to be honest. The bloody thing is the length of one's arm and bigger in size.

So there we are, finally collapsed in bed chatting idly. The topic of conversation was His fetish of exhibiting one small slave via this blog. Well actually the topic was His enjoyment of viewing the pictures and how they are the best kind of porn to him as they all involve a memory of the act; how it felt, smelt and sounded. It was at that point that one small slave felt obliged to inject a little reality into the conversation by commenting that it couldn't go on forever. There would come a point that one would be too old and wrinkly to be doing this stuff on a public blog.

Never, He declared. We will go on to shake the dominant paradigm of what is sexually attractive. We will show them that you can be old and still have a great sex life.

Umm... don't wanna be a pioneer. Please don't turn one into granny porn.

Ahhh... but it isn't about what you want is it He retorted. Besides it will get better. We will create holograms. Well we already can, but it will take a while for the technology to get smaller and cheaper.

By this time one was retreating from Him and his ideas... there was a slow steady creep to the other side of the bed. Unfortunately He noticed and grabbed hold of one in an inescapable hold, while simultaneously pouncing on unprotected body parts. There was a feeble squeak of protest... one that was firmly gagged by a hand squeezing a vulnerable nipple in a vice like grip.

You're supposed to be over here He said... in that tone

And with that one small slave was made to lay compliant in His arms masturbating until aroused.  Which wasn't easy given the images dancing in one's head...

Please may one have some lube?

Suck my cock was the reply

Umm... don't think that is going to be enough. Please, please...

Oh all right He said.

And really the capitulation should have warned one that things were not going to be that easy.

As one lay there propped up on bended knees He entered the arse with a slow, unrelenting precision... forcing the arse to open up to him.  He braced himself with one hand on the headboard while his other hand snaked under one's body to grab a nipple. Kneeling there one started to masturbate as He slowly fucked one in the arse. It felt so good...

And the arse started to relax and open up...

Then He gripped the nipple so one was trapped with nowhere to go and no way to get there without hurting something even more than it was already being hurt.

It was at that point... just as the orgasm was building that He picked up the pace, brutally fucking the arse with speed and ferocity.

As one cried out in pain... a pain that was overriding the orgasm... He started to cum. Thrusting deeper and deeper He came. All the while one knelt there trapped between two conflicting sources of pain that held one in place. Spent He rolled off... still hard

One lay there eyeing off the enemy, silently pleading with it to not to turn this way again

Seeing the look He chirped well I'm ready to go again if you are

Yeah have to say... sometimes it is better to fly under the Master radar. Not to mention much, much safer L

Thursday turned out...

To be a day of rest... cough, cough. In fact the only one who got any real rest was the arse and even its day ended... well we will get to that. See we had plans; hairdressers, meals, scuttling around and a water bottle. Err... that last one was for the arse. That was the plan... a plan that, might one add, went to hell in a hand basket... and one is still a little hazy about how.

Anyway dutifully fronting up to bed at about 7pm for the planned festivities, involving the aforementioned arse and a water bottle, one found Him looking almost past the point of no return. This diet is kicking His arse with a vengeance.  So we settled for some good old fashioned nipple pinchers, mutual masturbation and a little anal without lube. It seems that the past few days have paid dividends after all.

In fact as one lay there arse up masturbating, as He came in it in great gushing, pulsating waves which felt wonderful, he withdrew and slapped the Njoy back in. And then proceeded to deliver a few walloping blows to one's arse. Frankly one was too far gone to notice any real pain, but the sensation was divine. Probably due to the cheeks being stretched and relaxed at the same time the sensation rolled along the skin like a vibration and ran up along the Njoy. It turned the plug into a large tuning fork and sent one crashing over the edge into a massive orgasm...

As a matter of fact as one sits here writing this with the plug still firmly in place one can still feel a tingly glow...

Along with an overwhelming desire for a naughty and nonexistent snack groans

Beginnings and ends

On Sunday mornings we go out to breakfast before one small wage slave is deposited at work. It is usually something fast and generous because there are no more meals coming one's way until the early evening. Being that one is contrary by nature there was a yen for something different from our usual repast...

Do you feel like doing something different for breakfast this morning?

Oh lets go to the markets, He said with enthusiasm. He was chasing a Turkish pide stuffed with meat, garlic and cheese judging by the look on his face.

Umm... it's kinda crowded down there and we have very limited time

Oh it will be fine, was His breezy reply. I'll drop you off near the curb and you can go and get them for me.

You know sometimes one suspects you think you have a slave

Oh it will help you feel more than a series of holes I fuck was His cheery reply

Master is kind, Master is merciful...

Yes I am

And your sarcasm detector is obviously broken.

We were home very late after spending time with our now Sunday night vanillas. In fact by the time He got to bed he had been up for about 25 hours straight and all one small slave wanted to do was get clean and crawl into bed alongside him.

Come round here and make me cum He said.

Mentally sighing one trudged to His side of the bed and took his proffered hard on right handed. As a southpaw it is not a natural feeling and something one tends to avoid because it always feels clumsy and awkward. His hand snaked up inside the t-shirt and sports bra one was wearing to pinch a nipple in a vice like grip.

Ouch! That hurts.

The sooner you make me cum the sooner it will stop hurting He said, tugging and pinching the nipple and making one whimper softly.

Standing there, leaning over held in place by a nipple and unable to get away, one proceeded to give Him the command orgasm.  

Oddly enough any feelings of awkwardness were overcome by a throbbing nipple L

Bits and boobs

The day ended with sex. The kind of sex that you know is going to hurt in the morning even more than it hurt at the time. Oh is started innocently enough... a little too much dinner and an offer of a little mutual masturbation. So like a lamb one trotted off after Him, skipping along, unaware of the turn things would take. In hindsight though there were warnings that things would not go according to plans...

It was a day that started with a migraine and was padded in the middle by a snooze to sleep off the effects of the medication for the damn thing. After that we went and saw Spider Man in 3D. And what a feat of endurance that was. Three hours of sitting through something that was not shot completely in 3D so you were stuck in those uncomfortable glasses more than necessary. It was also a movie that left you with the distinct impression that it was made mainly because someone had some spiffy merchandising that they needed to unload. Let's be honest with its bright primary colours S M does appeal to the child in us all... if not our wallets.

We staggered out unsure of why they had made it once again, but convinced it is like compressing a music file. Every time a file is compressed some nuance is lost... in this case the lines that are quintessentially Spider Man. Not to mention that the spiders are no longer radioactive. Yes one gets that genetically altered is more plausible, but it's a super hero movie. How plausible are any of them... just think about Wonder Woman's invisible plane for a minute before answering that J

So feeling disgruntled and both of us with sore arses for a change, we picked up some takeaways and continued back home. Which is where all this started... in bed having sex that began innocently enough...

Lying there masturbating as He was applying a delightful pressure to the nipples... it was fabulous and one was spinning around, spiralling towards a wonderful orgasm that was just ahead of the pain... when His voice whispered in one's ear, ask me to hurt you.

Say what? Where did that come from and why was it even there?

He repeated the phrase and being as one was floating on the edge one complied. That was where it started to go wrong... because He did. The sensation floated along the breast in a searing shot of pain that took the breath away. And just as the orgasm was about to overcome it the voice was back.

Ask for more He crooned

You know that old adage be careful what you ask for? Well it was for these sorts of times...

And then as one was screaming in pain and orgasm, He started to force his way into a tight vagina that is rarely used. It was like being ripped apart from the inside as He pushed and pushed, going deeper and deeper until he came

Laying there panting in the aftermath all one could feel was three points of pain that formed an inverted triangle... fuck that is going to hurt.

Why???

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The trouble...

With big breasts is that they catch everything...

Goodnight

His hand reached out lazily to pinch a nipple and being tired and not really thinking, one slid a hand in to protect it from the assault...

What do you think you are doing He enquired.

Ummm... protecting the property?

What?

Yes, it is the first duty of a slave to protect the property.

No, it isn't He laughed. Your first duty is to obey your Master.

No, according to Fet...

If you bring that trash into the bedroom He cut in, you will not be reading Fet anymore.

But it's such a source of information and inspiration... already one could feel oneself losing that particular argument, but it was very late and the logic skills were fading, along with any desire to be awake.

Gathering one up in His arm, he tucked one against his shoulder. Snuggling against Him one sighed with contentment... right before realising one was now trapped. His arm curled across one's chest and his fingers reached up to grasp the nipple in a vice like grip. Whimpering in pain one squirmed in his arms to no effect.

Master that hurts

Yes, He said in that infuriating, calm voice. But you're getting wet.

Nope...

Yes you are He asserted.

He rolled over and slid his fingers into the betraying cunt

See, He said as he rolled back, still keeping one tucked into his shoulder.

All the while one lay there in His arms writhing, whimpering and getting more aroused...

He lay there masturbating; tweaking and tugging at the nipple with increasing force, aroused by the small, animalistic noises of pain...

The little moans and yips of pain a backdrop to the rhythmic stroking of His cock...

Until at last He came and rolled over to go to sleep

Leaving one soaking wet and throbbing with a mixture of pain and pleasure.

Cleanliness

Today was supposed to involve going to the movies, but after taking one look the grumpy, washed out creature that emerged from the black gaming cave, formerly known as the bedroom, He relented and suggested a day at home. We are supposed to go out tonight... we will see if we both make it. That virus kicks hard... not as hard as the first time round, but hard enough. In fact the achievement for the day was a shower.

Standing there in the cascading water, unmolested by Him... boy is he ever letting one off the hook... performing the other shaving rituals one thought how nice was to be clean. Actually one thought how nice it would be to feel that way everywhere. So taking some lube one carefully lubed up both the tight little arsehole and the enema plug. Inserting it in gently, one then turned the splitter valve on and allowed warm water to circulate everywhere... inside and out.

Tottering back to the bedroom with a warm Njoy inserted one lay on the bed feeling clean and floaty...

He casually reached out a hand to tweak a nipple as he paused his gaming.

Are you going to put your money where your hand is?

Are you actually up for that, He parried.

There was a little bit of rummaging around under the covers for a minute...

Well it is very wet.

What caused that He enquired, looking ever so more interested that a couple of minutes before.

Um... well it might have been the butt plug in one's arse or it might have been the enema before that.

He peered down from his lofty height and said you are such an arse slut.

Maybe, but one was an arse slut who got to have a hell of an orgasm, masturbating while He tortured one's nipples, before rolling over and going straight to sleep.

Apparently this means He is "owed one"... given his rates of interest one feels he might make on the deal L

Finally

Today we had sex for the first time in a while. Well that's not true... He has been having sex, but one has been too sick to be anything other than... a bystander? No, that implies standing there looking gormless and one was in there too. A victim of His carnal desires? Yeah that kinda makes one sound... well victimish and really one wasn't. A recipient? Yeah that sounds a little closer to the truth... though not quite accurate. Anyway it will do for now... if someone can think of a better description let one know... it's going to drive one nuts for the rest of the day L

Anyway back to sex...

We went to bed for a little masturbation... to get back in the swing of things so to speak. It ended up as a little anal. Now it was at one's suggestion.

It was a bad idea for the record.

It hurt like hell and He didn't even get the whole way in.

Sighs this is how it feels for some of you... no wonder you are less than thrilled about anal.

See anal sex is one of those things you need to do on a regular basis... and wearing the plugs help too. What a lot of people don't seem to realise is that when you stop doing these things, even for a week, the arse bounces back to its original tightness. And while you aren't exactly back at square one, it sure can feel like it...

Owies

Scampers off to sterilize the Njoy.