She’s coming home!!!

She’s going to finish the school year there and then she’s coming home.

Oh my God I am so excited!!

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My name is kaya, and I’m a masturbaholic.

I masturbate alot. To be fair though, I *am* in my sexual prime. Though I masturbated alot before I was in my sexual prime too.

Maybe I’ve always been in my sexual prime…lol

I don’t always watch or read porn when I masturbate. Mostly I find that it distracts me too much. I prefer my own thoughts. I used to have what I thought were really far out there fantasies when I masturbated, but now I find that I almost always masturbate to some scene that I’ve had with Master. My previous “far out there” fantasies are ones that leave my clit dead in the water in comparison to my real life.

I am a lucky lil cunt.

I don’t have a dildo. Not one. I used to have some but, damn, it’s too much work you know? I can never pound myself the way I like it, not the way Master fucks me, not the way I’ve been spoiled with it. And it’s so hard to arrange yourself in the right position AND pound the dildo AND hold the vibrator AND tweak your nipples AND keep a fantasy running. Bah. Too much hassle.

Nope, I’m happy with my bullet vibe and my mind. Naturally I’d much rather have Master here but He’s gone a lot. So I make do. He more than makes up for me not being dildo pounded when He gets home anyway. :)

I don’t do finger masturbation too much anymore. My clit is a spoiled rotten hussy. Fingers are great for getting the juices flowing, getting my spoiled lil clit to stand up and pay attention but when it comes to orgasm, forget it. My arm and fingers will cramp up and fall off before that spoiled whore will cum.

That’s okay though. Master buys me lots and lots of batteries. And I’ve always got Hitachi. That thing rattles my teeth through my clit.

Every once in awhile, orgasm eludes me, even with my pocket rockets, the hitchi and my imagination. I’ll be deep into a fantasy, humming along industriously and all of sudden, 10 or 20 minutes have passed and I’ll realize I’m contemplating the next American Idol cut. Or planning next week’s menu. So I mentally shake myself, refocus my head back to cages and whips and cocks….. and “wake up” some 10 or 20 minutes later designing my dream house.

Now, I don’t give up on an orgasm. That’s a road of despair that I am not willing to travel just yet. Seriously, it starts with just one. One time, you lay the vibe down and decide you just can’t cum tonight. Then it’s twice. Pretty soon, cobwebs and moths have taken up roost in your cootchie. No. Nuh uh. Not me. If I start it, I will finish it. And trust me when I say I’ve battled it a time or two. Stinky, sweating, cramped legs and arms and fingers and a sore, battered clit. But I won. My clit waved the white flag and spit out a pathetic little orgasm because I.will.not.be.defeated.

That’s bothered me a time or two. That seems an unhealthy obsession in the light of day. But let’s not go there, ok? :P

My most favored way of grasping a wayward orgasm is nipple torture. It amazes me how quickly I can cum once I start seriously hurting my nips. Because it’s so easy, I don’t do it every night. I don’t want to ruin that. I love it too much. (The marathon battles mentioned above would not take as long if I’d get my lazy ass out of bed and get the clamps out the toy box.)

I like when I get into a place where I just can’t hurt them enough. A clamp doesn’t cut it. Several clamps might. And then only if they are pulled off numerous times and reapplied. Twisted and yanked and pulled. When it’s really good, I don’t even need the vibe. Once the pain gets high enough, sharp enough, all I’ve got to do is touch my finger to my clit and I pop.

One of those mind-blowing orgasms that stretch out forever… and leave your mouth gaping open and your eyes crossed for awhile. Until all the goodness fades and what your left with is bloody, abraded, shredded nipples that are *screaming* at you.

I can’t say I’m too fond of the after effects.

I don’t let myself go that far very often. For one thing, I don’t have enough self-restraint to leave my clit alone. I’ll cum long before it gets really good. And who wants nipple pain *after* you cum? Also, I don’t always know, oh hell I *never* know, what Master has planned for my nipples and He’s not too sympathetic toward them just because *I* fucked them up, so it’s not always a good idea to make them hurt too much before He gets His paws on them and makes it worse.

But sometimes, I get into nipple moods. I’m in a nipple mood right now. I want them to hurt, bad, and then I want to cum. Repeatedly. So I shall. I’m spoiled that way.

Three Clamps and a Nipple

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