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We have been SO busy lately, and so much is going on, I just haven't had time to sit at the computer and write. I am making time today, as I have no appointments for work til noon, and what better thing than to relate part 2 (of 3) of my birthday surprise last week.
I love my new nipple ring, and you seem to, as well, but after the game that night, it was really difficult for you to keep your hands (and mouth) off of it. I think you took some of that frustration out on me, in the best possible way.
Once we were done with dinner at the bar downstairs, you sent me to shower and clean out. It took a while, which was not fun, but it is always worth the effort.
You were feeling decidedly pinchy after the long, hot day at work and then the game, and collared me almost as soon as I was out of the shower. The feeling of the heavy metal leash hanging down my back was beautiful, and the leather handle bounced against the end of my butt plug as I walked out of the bathroom. You were dressed in just the sheer robe and your black bra, looking so sexy and beautiful, laying back in the bed. I came over to you and knelt, and you guided my head onto your cock, the smooth Share double ended one. I love sucking you off when you have this in, because I know it gives you physical pleasure too. I do my best to deepthroat you and that forces the base of the dildo down onto your clitoris.
I _LOVE_ hearing you moan when I do that. I'm not sure how long I did that for, but you eventually stopped me, took me by the hand over to the huge wall of hanging hooks that serves as a closet at the Red Lion hotel. We had messed around when we checked in, and you had immediately thought of hanging me off that wall and fucking me the first time you saw it. So it was set up for just that situation. You didn't actually tie me to the wall (I was a little disappointed) but I get why. I'm a big guy and I'd probably break the things off of the wall in the throes of passion.
But, as in all things, I obey you, and you told me not to let go of the two hooks, so I might as well have been tied. You rather gently worked my butt plug out (then back in, and out, and in etc) and I felt the cold, unmistakable feel of Sliquid lube being applied to my ass. But you didn't just ram it in right away, you warmed me up first. Or rather, you warmed my ass, whipping me quite a bit. Your giggles as the loud smacking sounds of your blows rang out were such a turn on for me. Your regular crop was broken, so I don't remember what you used, but whatever it was, it worked just fine!
As is your habit, after you whip me, you shower me with little kindnesses, caresses, and kisses. It is such a nice counterpoint, and makes me feel so loved. It also makes me extremely receptive and submissive, so when you parked the head of your Share against my rosebud, it slid almost immediately into my ass, with help from both of us. Our poor neighbors had to hear the moans and husky proclamations of undying love as you slid in and out of me, using different angles. Some just let you hammer away at me, while others rubbed against my prostate, and my knees got weak and my whole body shook with pleasure.
One of my favorite things you do is just stop and walk away, leaving me either tied, or otherwise immobile, while you tend to something. And that's what you did next. Mid stroke, you just pulled out of me with an audible pop, and walked away over to the bed. I knew better than to look. I could tell from the dirty talk that you had just been using that you were feeling like quite the Domme, and I was in for a rough (but fun) time. The sound of your platform wedges clopping across the hardwood floors and then silencing on the carpet around the bed was tantalizing. And then you were walking back, right up behind me. You kissed me, then sucked really hard on my back, leaving a mark. It's still here, a week later. You finished, taking a step back as if to admire your handiwork, then just stepped forward and slid the Share XL right into my ass, to the hilt.
My moan was more a choked off yell, and my whole body shook with the sensations. The knobs and ridges felt amazing sliding in and out of me, pummeling my prostate as you pounded away. I started whining in pleasure. It was sort of like a sustained "OhNoOhNoOhYesOhYesOhGodOhYesPleaseStopDON'TStopOhPleaseHarderHarder..." and my whole body bucked.
I was bent over, popping my ass out at you as best I could while still holding onto the fixtures in the wall. You were fucking me so hard and fast, and the ridges on the Share XL were so incredible as they slid in and out of me, and over my prostate, that I thought I might come hands free, right there. But then suddenly you were out of me, and I was down on the floor, on my hands and knees. "I think it would be a good idea for you to crawl over to the window, don't you," you asked, as if there was a choice involved for me. "Yes, Abigail," was my only response, and I crawled, too fast at first, over to the wall and the window out on downtown. You helped regulate my speed with judicious applications of the whip, and then really had at me when I tried to stand up too fast by the window. That was great. I think it is the first time you've beaten me for an imaginary transgression while we were playing, and it both made me laugh (more beating for that) and turned me on to nth degree. Learning my lesson (I think?) I stood much more slowly, and planted my hands on the windowsill, staring out at the hotel across the street, and across the intersection. I looked down at a couple walking in front of the place across the street, and willed them to look up at me. Just at that moment you shoved the big knobby tool right up my ass.
Unlike when I was over on the wall, I took it well, no bucking, shaking, or moaning. I just bent over at the waist and popped my ass up for you, completely submissive. It still felt great, but I was completely in command of myself.
You complimented me on how well I was taking it, and I beamed with pride. You still peppered my back and ass with blows, but it all just felt like an amazing joyride, quite lovely. Then you stopped. You had me crawl over to the the other wall, with MUCH lower windows, and I was much more cautious to get up off the floor slowly. You jerked my leash and gave me a little smack on the ass and said, "Good job, my sweet boy." I'm surprised the people in the hotel across the streets didn't see beams of light coming off me, I was so proud. Then you rode me again, this time a little more slowly. It was a lot of work managing the double ender, all while standing in 4 inch heels, and fucking me at the same time. You stopped, and left the big dong there on the windowsill. You left me in place, naked except my cuffs, collar and leash, almost pressed against the window. I could hear you go back to the bed, and you took a little while. Then I was down on the ground again, and over to that lovely chair that was almost designed for sex. You took me again, and made me guess which of the four dildos you mount on your harness was buried in my ass. I guess right! It was the medium one, nice and smooth.
It felt so good fucking me, and I felt so good with my knees on the cushion of the chair and my face pressed against the cool glass of the window, that I could have been ridden for hours. It was intense, and yet still sweet. Your hands were all over me, caressing, pinching, squeezing, slapping and pulling. You grabbed my collar with one hand and my leash with the other and used them as leverage to slam into me, again and again and again. The rhythm was beautiful, but soon you needed a break. You sat in that lovely chair and told me to mount you. You scooched down,and I eagerly climbed aboard. It was the PERFECT height. Now I was doing the work, and your hands gently and slowly roamed over my body. I've almost lost enough weight that I can bend myself enough to make out with you like that. Almost. We could (and did!) kiss, and you pulled me into you. Then you pushed me off, and had me face away, bending over. I slammed myself back onto you, crouching over your cock, and rode it hard and fast. Your hands on my leash and waist felt awesome. I was in as much control as I had been since I got out of the shower, and yet those hands on me reminded me that I was just your property, dedicated to your pleasure.
We flipped around a few more times before you pushed me off, and got on the bed. You ordered me over, and told me to get on you and ride myself to orgasm. I am a slave to your command, and after the amazing fucking you just gave me, it took me only a few minutes and I was exploding all over you. We both laughed, and then I picked up a little bit of come with my finger, tasted it and offered it to you. You licked it off, and I leaned down and we kissed, long and hard. I was energized, bouncing around, and I could tell you felt the opposite. You told me to go get you some ice. I went to get dressed, and you told me to leave my shirt off (all the marks and redness visible) and my collar and cuffs on. I laughed, and grabbed the ice bucket. I made sure I had a key, and went looking for the ice. We were on the 8th floor, and I found the sign. It read, "Ice and vending in the laundry room in the basement."
I went back and told you, and you said, "Okay, put your shirt on and go get some then!"
I was kind of nervous, so walked down the stairs. I could just picture getting onto the elevator with a group of the teenagers that were all over the hotel with some class trip. The stairs were super narrow (old building) and it was my first test when I had to wait for someone coming up the stairs before I could go down a flight. They spent the whole time staring at my collar, and I just smiled at them. When I did get to the basement, I couldn't find the damn ice! Just teenage girls walking around, bopping their heads in time to the music of the live band upstairs on the stage in the lobby. I got looks and giggles, and finally found the laundry room. It was locked! With one of those combination locks. A guy came out of the gym, sweaty and breathing hard and came over.
I asked him if he knew the combination, and he said no, but his wife was in there with her friends, so he knocked. I think he noticed the collar AFTER he knocked, and was a little shocked as I walked in past his wife, said howdy to her friends, and filled up my ice bucket. I can only imagine their conversation as I left, jumped on a (thankfully empty) elevator, and took it back up to our floor. You were asleep when I got there, and looked so beautiful and peaceful that I just put down the ice and knelt by the bed, gazing at you, and your cute little curl of a smile as you breathed deeply in your sleep. Eventually, you woke up, and I told you about my adventures in ice gathering, and you decided we should head into the bathroom into that lovely shower. But that I'll write about later, in part 3.