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Friday, October 11, 2013

Surrender to the Void

Master (soo not Daddy right now) has the day off today, so last night we escaped a little to the car, in the garage. Yes, the quietest, most private place in the whole house is his car. We got into the back seat, he had mouse lay kinda on her back, up against the door. Hands behind her back. Legs wide apart. He smacked her rear and soft area between her legs with his riding crop. Not hard just a delicate sting that made mouse yelp and shimmy, which led to more swats. When he laid a vibe against her she screamed, moaned and writhed for him like a slut. In fact that's what he called her a greedy little slut.

When the clover clamps came out, mouse called him a mean bastard...which she thinks he liked. He put a towel under her and made her orgasm again and had her fuck herself with vibe while he pulled the chain on the clover clamps. He pulled them off during a very explosive orgasm for mouse that left her tears.

After that last orgasm, he pulled mouse to him and held her while she cried, all kinds of tears. Confusing tears. Anger, humiliation, gratefulness all seemed to come out. He continued to hold mouse and she kinda lashed out at him, hitting him...which made him pull her closer and more tears from mouse. Sobs actually. When they subsided finally, he moved her over his knee and slapped her rear, then paused to rub it, only to smack it again, like beating a drum. Then he'd stop and feel how wet she was. He told her she was making a mess on him. Ruining his clothes and his car. Smacking her harder -- making her squeak and giggle. Soon another orgasm. He pulled mouse off him by her hair.

Then he had her spread her legs for him, raising her hands behind her head, and toyed with her breasts, slapping them, then touching her between her legs. He kept mouse going. Just toying and playing with her. When he the evil vibe came out, and he sliding it in and out of mouse, making her writhe...and scream. He pulled it out and got mouse on her knees with her ass to him, fucking her with that vibe and hitting the backs of her calves and feet with the crop.

When she orgasmed the last time, again she cried, big tears of almost like resignation. Giving up. He held her again very close to him.

After a while, we ended up back in the house, and mouse was huge mess, so he put her to bed. He returned a few minutes later, with his laptop and worked a little. He tried to talk to mouse, but honestly she wasn't overtly communicative.

He put the laptop aside, pulled mouse on top of him and impaled her. There's something about being on top, some women find it powerful. But you're impaled, stuck on them. He played with her nipples, gently twisting and pulling...milking...it made her orgasm again. When he finally let go, she felt his orgasm, she could feel it twitch inside her and licked him clean after. Tasting us.

Daddy pulled her close, snaked his own body around her. That was how she woke this morning. Used to the way it feels, the way he feels. The roughness of his skin, the way he smells and the way he makes her feel. The only problem is, it's impossible for mouse to move to wake him with her mouth. But she will gently nudge him, and move a little, he opens an eye and kisses her, then she moves down to pleasure him. Hoping Daddy sees how grateful mouse is to him. Not just for the last night, but for everyday.

Lately mouse has been arguing and bitchy with all the changes, but at the same time, she's also felt more settled than she has in a long time. Mentally quiet and secure. It's like she was so busy struggling...and maybe worried what the neighbors would think that she hadn't noticed how nice it feels.

Wonder what we'll do today?

Hope he doesn't make mouse clean the interior of his car. Well, unless of course he wants to help!

Turn off your mind relax and float down stream

It is not dying, it is not dying

Lay down all thoughts, surrender to the void,

It is shining, it is shining.

Yet you may see the meaning of within

It is being, it is being

Love is all and love is everyone

It is knowing, it is knowing

And ignorance and hate mourn the dead

It is believing, it is believing

But listen to the colour of your dreams

It is not leaving, it is not leaving

So play the game "Existence" to the end

Of the beginning, of the beginning

Song selection: Tomorrow Never Knows; The Beatles

10 comments:

  1. I certainly understand that sometimes the car is the move private place in the house. I have found myself there on several occasions to receive spankings or other things!

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    1. We found it funny that the car is the most private place.

      Hugs,
      mouse

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  2. Hot sex, great Beatles song, feeling transcendental - hope the car cleaned itself.

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  3. You introduced me to a Beatles song I never heard before, despite having children who played Beatles all day long

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    1. So glad mouse could help...it's a favorite song of mouse's.

      Hugs,
      mouse

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  4. This is somewhat random but is your corset specifically made for you or did you just purchase one? I know you have been dealing with accepting this new phase so I am sorry for asking on a touchy subject. I am looking into getting one and thought I might ask. I so enjoy reading your journey mouse. The strength that continues to grow within you is amazing. hope you have had a lovely weekend so far.

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    1. It's ok! Daddy had the corsets made.

      It's been an adjustment for mouse but every day it seems to get a little easier.

      Hugs,
      mouse

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  5. 'When the clover clamps came out, mouse called him a mean bastard...which she thinks he liked'

    This made me laugh, mainly because I can relate....I'm actively encouraged to vocalise such things, which my man likes a little too much, and seems to inspire him to be even more mean *scowls*

    As for all the changes you're going through, allow yourself to experience the emotions rather than fighting them. Not always easy, but I honestly think doing so allows for a deeper level of understanding of oneself

    Flip xxx

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    1. Ooooooh Daddy loves it...he loves it so much when mouse talks dirty and calls him names. Then he'll call her a slut...and mouse just tingles! Lol

      Hugs,
      mouse

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