The Claiming......

Life in general had kept Sir and i pretty much busy over the month of September - and an awful lot of things were left undone..........

On Friday .. or maybe it was Saturday .. Sir suggested that a good shaving was in order.. but i complained that the last thing i needed for the wedding was an itchy pussy....... didn't seem too "mother of the bride-ish" for me to be scratching and rubbing all through the wedding...... so it was put on the back burner......

However Sir had been shopping... and He loves - LOVES - finding normal every day things that He can "pervert" and use as a new BDSM toy. Last week He found hair clips..metal hair clips... with metal teeth........ none of this sissy plastic stuff ... no way !!! And Saturday morning .. while we were sharing a 'quiet before the storm' moment.. Sir decided it was a good time to try out the clips.

So i was perched on the lazy boy.. feet up... legs spread.. and the clips were applied to each pussy lip. Can i say OUCH !!! ??? and can i say EWWWWWWWWWW... a month of no shaving and ewwwww best describes the pictures Sir took...... i am not entirely sure what bothered me most.. the clips biting into tender flesh.. or the hair.. hair i might add.. that got snagged in the teeth.. and hurt .. ouch ouch ouch .. when He eventually took them off..



On Monday morning the first thing Sir 'suggested' was shaving time... and this time i didn't offer up any objections... seeing the hairy pussy pics was all the convincing i needed to drag out the table.. the bowls.. the shaving cream.. the razor.. the towels and the Gold Bond Medicated powder.......... and i have to admit.. it feels so much better naked.. and it looks so much better too !!!

i do believe Sir named Monday "claim the subbie back" day........ i have been flitting here and flitting there over the month of September .. between work and mystery bugs and weddings.. flitting so much i hardly knew which end was up.. and was in dire need of some re-focusing.........

After the shaving i was in the kitchen tidying up.. and Sir came in and bent me over the counter........ a good fuck was obviously on His mind...... only problem was .. god there wasn't one problem.. but a multitude of problems.. the biggest one was fear.. i felt closed up.. tight.. dry.. and there was absolutely no subtle ache in the nether regions... So the first attempt at fucking the subbie did not go well at all... Sir let it go.......... for the time being........

Later on though.. i was bent over the arm of the sofa and Sir went to town on me........ i kept saying "it's broken" .. "it doesn't want to work" and He kept at it.. bound and determined to open me up and have me panting in my wanting.............i couldn't figure out what Sir was doing.. cause sometimes it felt .. yummy good.. and other times it hurt.. and i felt as though i was being torn in two... (turned out Sir was working on stretching me.. cause yeah i have gotten tighter.. and smaller...) so when one finger was accepted then He would put in two...... and move them sideways and together (kind of like a scissors motion) in the hopes of stretching me wider.........

And yeah i did land up panting in my wanting.. and yeah i did have a wee tiny small orgasm.. but there was no gushing..and it was dry .. and tight.. and feeling for all the world like Mother Nature had locked it up tight.

Anyone who says outside influences have no bearing on a relationship....... especially a BDSM relationship is just plain out of step. Despite the little orgasm.. despite being shaved.. i was still very much at odds.. not really knowing what was wrong with myself on Monday.... Sir suggested (ordered) a nap and i took one.. much like a petulant child.. 'i don't need one.. i am not tired.. ' (add stamp of foot) ....... However i did crawl into the lazy boy.. snuggle under my snuggly and slept for an hour or so..

When i awoke.. there were no more excuses.... Sir wanted me over the ottoman.. He had a plan.. and He was gonna have His plan fulfilled. So over the ottoman i went... feeling a tad cheeky and a tad devilish.......... until Sir shoved one of His other perverted objects into me.. a New Orleans Mardi Gras shooter necklace..........



with the command - "Don't drop it!"

Then Sir went to work on my ass.. my thighs and my sweet spot with the crop and the small wee leather flogger. He kept His hand firmly planted on my back for most of it.. which honestly is just what i need most times.. that hand keeps me still (ok ok.. more or less still) and it keeps me focused on Him.. not just on the pain.......... And folks .. after so long without any .. even the softest of taps.. even the most sensual of taps had me yelping and moaning.

And throughout the session... Sir did not forget to tug and push and tap on that plastic tube shoved up my cunt...... nope... not once.. and each time He would tap or push.. i would moan that much louder..

i did have another orgasm.. and then thankfully was allowed to drop the tube.. but it wasn't a gushing .. body quaking orgasm.. but still it was one..... no matter how small.. and no i didn't fly high and dance with my fairies.. but i did feel all warm and tingly and small and needed... and the pieces of the broken subbie were coming together again... Sir was claiming me.. and it felt so right !!!

Life can now return to our regular scheduled programming.............