The Fun They Had
We had the best weekend EVAR.
Well, it was the best in a really long time anyway.
Friday he stuck me under the desk for one of those marathon hours-n-hours long fuck sessions that have me pounding my fist on the floor in frustrated pain while struggling to keep my ass cocked in just the right position while he bangs the ever-loving snailsnot right outta my body. You know the ones.
Fucker.
Sir.
Saturday. Mmm. Saturday.
There is something about having yelping naked women around that almost ensures good times, isn’t there?
We were treated to one of the funnest scenes we have ever watched. Lord knows we appreciate a serious, sensual, edgy scene, too. But laughing so hard that you are crying while someone *else* is being caned is just WAY too much fun.
What a trooper she is.
She was delivering one-liners faster than He could swing the cane. He wadn’t exactly ticking her ass with those canes, either! He was thwapping her! She’d yelp and he’d ask her something, trying (in vain, I might add) to steer it toward serious, and she’d look at him, deadpan straight-face, and blurt out some quip or another.
We were rolling in the peanut gallery, wiping our eyes.
I think the poor Dom gave up trying to get serious right about the time she farted.
lololol
We cracked UP. He backs away from her ass and starts fanning the air and goes, “I don’t know if I wanna be working down there anymore!”
God. It was too fucking funny.
And then! Right when he seemed to be regaining some semblence of “this r serious business” composure, you know – she’s gotten quiet, he’s concentrating on walking her through some pain, we’re all on the edge of our seats, watching the energy flow between these two gorgeous people -
SNAP!
The clothespin that we had holding the curtain shut snapped in half with an usually loud crack, FLEW across the room in pieces… this poor girl on the table getting beat? Who was just starting to slide down, was quietly concentrating and waiting for that next blow? Purt near JUMPED off the table, squeaked, the Dom ducked, I think we were all heading for the floor to assume the bomb-shelter position –
Honest to God. I haven’t had this much fun in ages. What a great night that was.
I got to be Master’s Little Helper while he did some wax play on some other girly-girls, and, I gotta tell ya, hearing the two of them moaning on the floor, watching them wiggle? I about had to go wipe my thighs. I wasn’t even being waxed and I was HOT.
No wonder men are sadists. Srsly, girls whimpering and writhing under your hand? Fuck me. What a turn on.
~fans myself~
Whew.
I’ve seen Master do things to other submissives before, but not like this. He’s done quick things, like “lemme show you this” kind of stuff? This was way better though. Imma be a little brag-ish and say that he is hot when he’s in action.
S’cuse me while I touch myself.
I even had a pussy jolt when I saw him sitting on the couch, cuddling up in some aftercare with another naked chicka. He just oozes power, sitting there in his tight-ass jeans, all dressed and manly-looking with some naked, high-flying girl all wrapped up in a blanket on his lap.
God damn. I’m gonna have to go masturbate pretty soon.
Needless to say, the sexual energy flowing through the house was at an all-time high this weekend.
A couple of months ago I asked if losing the expectation would also mean losing the desire. I am happy to report that it does not.
The desire popped up when it was called on. When he asked for it. Not that pesky me-me-me angst that I carried before. Not that stomping around the house watching the clock tick down the precious time, nothing at all like how it had been in the past when the kids would bless us with a free weekend. I had no expectation. I had no angst. I had nothing but making sure he was happy, content, and his dick was pleased.
And when he picked up the whip or whatever, I was just happy to stand there and take it.
He whalloped on me pretty good, too. I am bruised and welted and scabbed. He told me he was going to “take it slow and easy” since we hadn’t played in awhile and since it was the first time we’d played with this group.
Well. If THAT was “slow and easy”? Count me OUT of the “fast and hard” play, mmkay?
Not that I wasn’t loving it or anything. I was jazzed. He coulda whipped me for the next 3 hours and I’d have still begged for more.
Before the weekend was over I had to:
Wash sperm off the bedroom door (I told him his aim was bad, he told me I made him come so hard he overshot my face. Squee!)
Scrub my own squirted come out of the living room carpet – and I rarely ever squirt! (I guess he was returning that ‘coming too hard’ favor. teehee)
Clean up about a gallon of wax (whoever discovered the iron and paper bag trick is a dadgummed genius!)
Wash blood from my vampire-gloved ass out of my favorite slut blanket.
Good times, man. Good times.
I am a happy camper today. I cleaned out the jumbled mess of a toybox, reorganized everything so it’s all easy to grab. I’m gonna go wash the sheets and clean the house and make dinner and sing along to Michael Jackson. I am in love with my life.
And I’m sore! God I missed being sore. It hurts to sit (I’ll have to ask Master to take pictures of my butt.), it hurts to move my arms, my nipples (jeebus but he was deadly spot-on cracking the whip across my nipples! They’re skinned, blushed a bright pink, and HURT.)
Did I already say good times? I did.
Well. It was. 
(we didn’t film any of the play Saturday night. We didn’t even think about it at the time. But Sunday morning, he whipped me again and filmed that one. It’s up at the store.)
Tags: clips, pictures, play party
Uncategorized | kaya | 
Monday February 2nd, 2009 8:57am
It sounds like a wonderful weekend. Is this “How Tess got her Groove Back”?
Enjoy the high.
I’m glad you had a great time!!
That’s just awesome
*pout* you suck and i hate you. i want to play! annie however, has the stomach flu, and Master has to study, and blah blah (read: no play of any kind for the melly.)
i’m happy you had a great time, i really am. but you suck and i hate you. *WHINE!!*
/teenage years.
i’m so glad you had fun!
i loooooooovvve the hamburger-butt that comes from vampire-glove spankings! That’s my favorite brand of after-soreness. Woot!
Yummy. Sounds like the old Kaya is back.
i have a quick question, *bowing to the oh great Kaya* Being three years into my relationship with Master, i am still fighting my green monster. Do you not feel any jealousy when seeing “some naked, high-flying girl all wrapped up in a blanket on his lap”. How do i fight this feeling, or do i need too?
Thanks
I have jealous moments. It’s not being jealous that is destructive -it’s how you act on. I cannot control having the emotion. I cannot control HIM (or what he chooses to do with other people). I *can* control how I let what I’m feeling affect me and those around me.
Some of how I deal with it is moving out the ‘me-me-me’ spot. I don’t look at him with someone else and think “but what about me? What about MY aftercare and what about MY playtime, etc. etc.” I try and keep my focus on the ever-popular question of is He pleased? Is HE happy playing. Is HE enjoying the connection, the energy flow, the interaction. How can I best serve HIM right now.
Sometimes, the answer to that last question is to step back, put myself on the backburner and let someone else shine.
I will say though, that Master is very, very, VERY good about facing jealousy head-on. He makes sure to do things like take my face in his hands and make intimate eye contact with me, reassure me with words of how much he loves me/wants me, etc., will ask me where I’m at emotion-wise and if I’m comfortable with the other person, especially directly prior to and directly after playing with another.
My being comfortable is not a veto. It’s just information that he’s asking for. And I’m honest about it. Sometimes I am comfortable, sometimes I’m not. If I am then I include her as an extension of my ’service’ to Him. It then becomes “is HE happy playing with HER. Are THEY enjoying this. How can I serve THEM right now”.
That sort of thing.
I have some mantras that I mentally recite when jealousy is getting the best of me. The most oft repeated one is this: I am his toy – He is not mine.
Beyond that, jealousy can be just another form of humiliation if you twist it just right. And if you’re a humiliation kind of masochist? Use it the next time you masturbate. Orgasm to those feelings. Before long, you just might be trying to find other people for him to play with so you can feel it again.
1) SOUNDS LIKE FUN!
2) IM JEALOUS!!!!!!!!
3) If you want those blue boxes to NOT outline each picture on your site, let me know. Its a simple one line of code to get rid of them.
Theresa,
I don’t see any blue boxes.
Dave
Me either.
Sure! Fix me up.
inside the tags that show each picture.. at the end of each link after the / do border=”0″ and those borders go away.
example: (this is from your page source and its your vibereview link/picture)
Sex Toys @ VibeReview!
to edit the blue box out.. fix this add border=”0″ after the height=”240″ .. blue box goes bibi
Ohmigod! I wanna go over and play at your place!
Kaya,
A play party and THEN more play the next day? God, girl, you’ll OD if you keep this up. Of course, what a way to go, eh?
Dave
yay for such a good weekend!
“I had no expectation. I had no angst. I had nothing but making sure he was happy, content, and his dick was pleased. And when he picked up the whip or whatever, I was just happy to stand there and take it.”
I love it when it works like that! It doesn’t always work that way for us but when it does it is pure bliss!
That’s just flipping awesome! I’m jealous.
i love the stripes. Sweet.
i’m like kit fighting the green eyed monster and i’m not sure i would get a pussy jolt from seeing Him with another but i’m hoping that will come with time.
Sounds like a fabulous weekend.
Glad to hear about the awesome time had by all! You really needed a weekend like that! Yey!
Yay you.
*Swoon* Just reading about it is delicious, I can only imagine how you feel! I’m so glad that y’all had a good time.
Yumm. Totally not fair. *nods emphatically*
*whispers* I got to play too! Not like that! But fun was had!
This is awesome! But I have a question — what made the clothespin snap in such a dramatic way?
It was a weekend for play here, too.
It was clipped over the curtain rod and I guess the tension was too much. Plus, it was a plastic clothespin and they snap a lot easier than a wooden one.
Am glad you guys had a great time – weekend without kiddos is almost always a blessing!
Oh, you totally got whipped!
It looks good on you! Yay!!!!!!
You’re back in the groove, you pleased, and it hurts to move: what could be better?
ps- just out of curiosity, was anything, ohh, like bengay or some other not nice substance (used as an antisepsis, of course) smothered all over your torn up chest?