Owned

I was sent up to the room to wait for him. Ordered to be naked in position. And so I was, kneeling on all fours on the bed, legs apart, open and inviting.

He came up behind me and secured a collar around my neck. Snapped a leash onto the collar and pulled it back tight lifting my head high. Wanted to check his purchase. Ran his hands over my body, probing my intimate places. Professed himself satisfied with me. That I would do.

Warned me to be obedient. My hesitance in responding earned me a sharp slap across the face and I whimpered in pain. He yanked my collar tight pulling me against him. Still I didn't know what he looked like. Tried to be brave as he whipped me. Tried to be obedient and take it.

Once I was sufficiently marked he mounted me from behind. Fucked my pussy and then my ass. Hard and uncompromising. I cried as he took me, took ownership of me, had his pleasure. Then left me, crying face down on the bed.

Mr Shine, Mr Mine.

Fuck you and you and you

I've been thinking of sex with multiple people a lot lately and my thoughts are very much centred around me being dominated and being the centre of attention.

A threesome has always been something I've wanted to try. Except my ideal threesome would be with two men.

The men would have to be bisexual. I would want them to enjoy each other as much as me. Be comfortable being naked with other, carrying out sexual acts on each other as well as on me. I think I'd even be happy if I just got to watch them enjoy each other. And if both these men were dominant, that'd be heaven.

But given how much I enjoyed my first time with a woman I'm finally interested in a threesome with a couple. Being teased, tormented and abused by both of them. Being fucked by both of them in turn, she with a strap on. Forced to pleasure her by him. Forced to submit to her penetration as well as his.

My other multiple person fantasy right now is to be fucked by many men, one after the other. Being tied to the bed or over a desk, legs apart, all holes accessible. Blindfolded so I can't see who it is that's penetrating me. Being thrust into until one man is sated and then another takes his place. Or one fucking my mouth while another fucks my pussy or my arse. And through it all I'd be embarrassingly wet, my inner slut in her element.

A first time for everything

We sat facing each other, tension in the air. I wanted her, I thought she wanted me. Both of us too shy to make a move. I softly admitted to having a crush on her. She responded by leaning over and kissing me, softly, slowly. My mouth opened and I followed her lead. Not the first time I'd kissed a girl, but certainly the first time my body reacted like that.

She pulled back and smiled at me. I smiled back shyly then leaned in for more. So soft, so gentle, so different.

When she took my hand and led me upstairs I was uncertain, feeling truly like the virgin I was. She whispered that she would show me and asked was I going to be a good girl for her? I melted and was hers.

In the bedroom she kissed me again, then slowly removed my clothes until I was before her naked. More smiles as she told me I was beautiful and kissed me again, just as softly. Her hands gently moving over my body, caressing my neck, my breasts, my stomach. reassuring me.

I drank her in, intoxicated by her smell, her sweet touch, the thrill of the first time. Told me to lie on the bed, I watched her undress, admiring her body, greedily looking at it properly for the first time. Beautiful.

Then pressed her body on mine, and gently pinned me, kissing me all over, enjoying my reactions. Dipped her hand between my legs, found me wet and inviting. Kissed me as she stroked my most intimate place. All so soft, so gentle and so hot. The complete opposite of any sexual experience I'd ever had before.

Moved down my body, kissing and caressing as she went until she was between my legs and giving me sweet pleasure, the like I'd never felt before. So relaxed, so open to what she was doing. I writhed and moaned under her touch. Closing my eyes and losing myself in the wonderful sensation, opening them and looking into her beautiful eyes.

Until the pleasure reached its pinnacle, shocking me with its intensity.

I struggled to breathe and understand what had happened while she smiled at me, delighting in my reaction. We kissed deeply and I sought to give her the same pleasure. Dipping my hands into her intimate place, caressing her gently then more firmly in response to her moans. Watching her face with delight as my efforts overcame her. Watched in amazement as she reached her pinnacle. More satisfying than my own.

And slept the night wrapped around each other. The most beautiful first time a girl could ever wish for.

Just do it

I've posted that sex is all about being dominated and abused.

Sometimes that abuse takes a different form.

Like sex with Mr Shine. He's sweet and gentle, to begin with. Undressing me, touching and probing intimately, enjoying my wetness. Kindness. Until he forces me down on the bed, pushes my legs apart roughly, thrusts his fingers into me deeply.

Kneels above me, pins me down, pulls my hair, slaps my breasts, pinches my nipples. All the time telling me how bad and dirty I am.

Loves to fuck my ass, always face down on the bed or pushed over a chair. Rough, hard. Makes me moan with the sensation.

First time he fucked my ass, he ordered me to turn around and pushed straight into me. No time. No lube. Just ownership.

Just how I like it.

What dreams may come

I had a very hot dream the other night. No doubt inspired by a heavy weekend of play

In my dream playing with a female friend. Truth be told I have a serious crush on her, started off as non-sexual and now turning into curiosity. She's dommed me before, made me more excited than I thought possible, made me want to please her, do anything for her. And now I want more.

Hence my dream. She ordered me to kneel before her. I remember distinctly looking up at her, not knowing what to do. Fully aware this was the first time I had ever pleasured a woman. She smiled at me and touched my hair, drawing me towards her secret place.

Her hair was trimmed in a neat triangle, her skin looked so inviting, needing to be kissed. As I leaned in my mouth seemed to know what to do. I licked and sucked her, my tongue probed her intimately and I went faster, encouraged by her increasing moans. She came quickly, surprising me. Then gave me a very rewarding smile.

The hottest dream I've had for a long time.

Pollyanna and her orgasms

I don't come easily during sex or sexual play. It doesn't mean that I'm not enjoying what I'm doing. Usually the contrary, I've gone to such a place of ecstasy that I can't let go, I can't find release.

And I find that after a weekend of intensive play where I probably haven't had any release, it could be a few days before I even masturbate. But when I do, it's usually earth shattering, culminating with me screaming out loud.

It probably seems selfish that I do this alone, that my sexual partner isn't there to see the fruits of his/her labour as it were. But for years I've struggled with the the guilt of not coming to order, of disappointing vanilla partners for what they saw was a failing on either of our parts. Now I'm comfortable enough to say that orgasms are a limit for me!

So I'm upfront with all my partners. I don't come during sex, and I'd rather you didn't focus on trying to make me. Yes Ill be squelchingly wet and yes I'm moan and whimper with gusto, but I won't come. And nothing is guaranteed to turn me off more than if you spend hours trying to make me.

For those who think I'm merely throwing down the gauntlet, who think that you are better than every other man or woman I've ever slept with, that you can do it for me, I'm not interested in playing with you. I know my own body better that you ever will. Trust me on this. I can only come if there's no pressure, no expectation and no timeframe.

Your patience and understanding of this limit may one day reward us both, but until then, coming is a solitary pleasure for me.

Rewarding Pollyanna

Mr Rain can seem very cruel. He loves me to make me cry. Loves to beat me until my whimpers turn into tears. Loves to know he has that power over me.

Touches me, makes me squelchinginly wet and then fucks me for his pleasure only. I am for his use. A plaything to be abused.

And the more abused I feel the wetter and more turned on I become.

But there is no release, not when I am with him. He doesn't reward with pleasure, he rewards with pain. And I love it.