This entry was written a couple of years ago, but I've been thinking about it a lot lately. I want to do these things very badly.
Dear Diary,
Something's really razzed my berries! Last night I was able to get out and see the Boss. It's true! Zen has come for a visit, and despite having loads of domestic responsibilities I snuck out to meet him anyway. I felt like such a shuckster because I told hubby I was going to meet the gals for a nice meal, followed by an overnight stitch 'n' bitch! I was so, so nervous, but when the Boss calls, I listen.
Bettie phoned and booked a lovely hotel room for the Boss and I to enjoy. Of course I couldn't have the charge on my credit card! My stomach was churning the whole time I was driving into the city; I just wasn't sure what to expect. What I did know for sure was I wanted to be on the stick. I was a Girl Guide once, and I knew that being prepared was super important. Zen's a bit of an oddball, but he's the most. In the car I couldn't stop thinking about what we were going to do. I had to tear ass to get there before him. Setting the scene (and my nest!) was really important to me. This night was made in the shade.
I brought a wonderful bottle of single malt whiskey and hoped he'd enjoy it. If he did, I would hope for an invitation to join him. I placed two glasses and the bottle on cutest little table in the hotel room. Must admit, I felt rather racy when checking into our pad for the night!
Getting myself ready was a luxurious process; I buffed, shaved, trimmed, coiffed, moisturized, and perfected everything. My corset gave me a bit more trouble than I'd hoped, but I kept imagining us making out and that made me happy again.
With Sonny Burgess playing softly in the background, I fluffed my soft crinoline and waited.
When the knock came at the door it echoed in my ears and through my body directly to my girly bits! He looked so handsome through that tiny little hole in the door. I'd gazed at him long enough that he had to knock again - what a goof I was! I quickly smoothed my dress, bounced the bottom of my hair, and then opened the door. My eyes must have lit up as I saw him; his did...swoon. He drank me in before entering the room; he even asked me to do a little twirl for him. I was a good girl. I had done very well so far!
I took his hat and coat, and deeply inhaled his scent. Quickly I glided over to offer him a drink. He insisted that I join him - I was thrilled! The whiskey warmed me right through. I wasn't sure what to call him. See, in writing I always referred to him as Boss. It was just a name I'd given him naturally from the start.
"Come 'ere, doll. Sit on my lap." he said in that sexy voice of his.
"Yes, Boss." I purred, followed by a coy upward glance.
Oh dear diary, I was shaking like a leaf! It must have been all that excitement that was brewing inside of me since August. For 4 months now I had dreamt of sitting on his lap and feeling the warmth of his manhood nestled underneath my wazoo. This was perfect. I gracefully swung my legs over the side of his chair, as I'd imagined and practiced so many times since August, so you can imagine my shock when my dress lifted up a bit. I was so embarrassed! Boss smiled gently and as he brushed my dress back down to a respectable level, he touched my leg and paused. Well! I felt my flower start to bloom! Ooooh, it had never felt like that before. I wondered if I had just climaxed? My face blushed, I could feel it.
"It's okay, doll. You have done nothing wrong." he assured me. Then he put one finger on my chin and turned my face to his. We looked at one another for an eternity and then he put his strong mouth on mine and opened it ever so slightly to put his tongue in! Can you believe it? I thought only European men did that! Another shudder, and my thighs squeezed together bringing another wonderful feeling. He wrapped his other arm around my waist, which I always find to be such an erotic body part. His mouth made its way to my neck and I moved my head to expose more of it for him to devour. I felt like one of those fast girls...maybe I was! I figured we would have sex soon, but he had different plans first.
"Go get on the bed, doll. Lie down on your back, and I'll be with you in a minute." he said as he went to get something from his overnight bag.
I wondered what on earth he could be up to! He lay his full weight on my body when he came back, and as I breathed in I felt my breath struggle a bit. I loved this. His tongue wrestled with mine. I'm sure my red lipstick must have been everywhere! His hand squeezed my breast and kneaded it, stopping to pinch my nipple. He caressed my corsetted waist and then very surprisingly he made his way under my dress. To be honest, I was pleasantly surprised. His fingers touched my very wet panties and when he moved them aside to touch me more intimately, he looked at me and smiled.
"Good girl. You are so wet." he praised.
He stood me up and systematically removed all of my clothing, except for my shoes, he put those back on after taking off my stockings. As I stood naked as a jay bird, he admired me once again, and requested me to twirl slowly. When he saw my bum, he slapped it! I couldn't believe it. He sure rattled my cage!
I went to lie down on the bed, but he ordered me to stay standing. How odd.
My body ached for his touch. I wanted him to caress me, and take me. I was shocked by my own filthy thoughts.
Simultaneously I wanted to cover up, and spread wide open. It was so confusing. He decided for me as he moved my legs apart with his foot. Our kisses were no longer innocent, but full of passion and excitement. I was terrified his reaction would be one of disdain when he saw that I had my nipples and hood pierced, but instead he gave me such a sinful grin, only the Boss could give me such a grin. He savaged me. His mouth full of me. His tongue all over me. I fell back on the bed, no longer able to hold myself up.
"I told you to stand. Now get up!" he growled. His tone had changed so suddenly! He spun me around and told me to put my hands on the bed. He spanked me! I'm not sure how many times he struck me, but enough to get my attention. Oddly, he rubbed my bum in between his stinging strikes. At first I was so shocked that I was totally silent. My heart pounded and my insides shook. My poor legs trembled as I took my punishment for enjoying his touch so much that I fell over. As soon as he stopped spanking me, he inserted two fingers into my pussy. They slid into me no problem. I was clearly enjoying myself, but I remember feeling so confused at being so aroused.
His fingers moved in and out of me making me ache with pleasure. My breath quickened and suddenly he stopped.
"Your cheeks are such a lovely rosy colour, doll." I felt myself push my body back a bit, hoping to make contact with his magical fingers yet again. No dice. He took off his tie, and then wrapped his it around my wrists, tying them together. Without my hands to use, my face was jammed into the mattress. I moved my face to the side so I could breath better and was met with his hard and eager looking cock! (I can't believe I just wrote the word 'cock'!) I wasn't surprised to see that it was adorned with metal, but I sure was excited! I'd never been with a man who had body modifications, but here was my Boss, always able to provide. I opened my mouth as wide as I could get it when lying face first on the mattress like that, and with his lead, his cock was in my mouth. He pumped it in and out, and I felt my tongue start to swirl around it. I was greedy for him. He grasped a hard handful of my hair and held tight. I so wanted to please him. When his cock fell out of my mouth, he pulled me up, sat back in the chair and ordered me to come take my punishment. As I lay across his lap being spanked by him, I fell into another world. I could feel each strike, its sting, and the heat it was generating on my bum, but I wanted more. Pleasure, and pain, pleasure and pain. The combination of his firmness and strength, as well as his kindness and nurturing was sublime.
"Now be a good girl, and do as you're told. I'll take care of you. You will feel me."
He moved me up and instructed me to lean back in the chair and "spread my legs" for him. He wanted to eat my sopping wet pussy. It almost felt like there were two tongues moving over me, twisting and sliding. Dear diary, it was so amazing. I swear I'm a different woman now. As it turns out, his tongue is split in two! A forked tongue, I know, I should have known we'd get in trouble together. My hips moved back and forth, trying to help my pussy get more and more of him and his serpent-like tongue. His fingers moved in and out of me and then suddenly I felt like something was going to happen, but I wasn't sure what!
"Take your fingers out! Please!" I groaned. As he did I heard a sloshing kind of sound and thought I'd wet myself. I guess I kind of did.
He almost laughed his words: "GOOD GIRL! That's very good, doll!"
I twitched and bucked my hips with what can only be described as the most amazing feeling ever! My legs were open wide and then SLAP! He slapped my very swollen clitoris. So mean! He brought me back to reality very quickly.
"Next time, you ask before you cum. Do you understand me?" he said in such a condescending manner. "But I don't know if it's going to happen. How can I ask you if I don't know?" I asked. He pulled me up with a hard pull on my bound wrists, flung me over his knee again and spanked me with such fervour. I guess I'd have to figure it out, or get spanked again!
"Righto, Boss" I complied. He hugged me tightly to his body and reassured me that we were there for each other's pleasure, but that when I was with him, I was to behave. I felt so much better.
He led me to the bed, pushed me onto it, and proceeded to untie me. Strangely, I felt a little disappointed. He lay down on his back and moved me onto his face. He knew very well that I didn't like being in control, in fact, it kind of scared me, but he seemed to like pushing my boundaries. With my legs on either side of his head, and my hands on the wall in front of me, I gently rested my pussy on his mouth. He sucked my clitoris into his mouth and moved his tongue(s) around on it. I moved my hips a bit and welcomed the feeling it gave me. I moved faster and harder on his face, and then stopped myself from cumming. I knew if I moved a muscle I was going to cum all over his face and I didn't even want to think about how much trouble I'd get into for that. I tried lifting myself up but he wouldn't let me. His tongue teased and taunted me, almost daring me to cum. I tried so hard to think of everything else but the feeling I was fighting, but it was too late. I moved rhythmically across his face and came hard. I fell towards the wall, exhausted from the exertion of the pleasure. He moved my hips back and as I looked down at his face, his eyes brightened in a twisted kind of way. All he did was point. I looked in the direction he was pointing, but didn't see anything. He repointed his finger and motioned to the corner. I got up off of him, slick from pleasure, and made my way to the corner. I was in time out. Seriously.
Of course he spanked me again....and again. This time I was on all fours on the carpet. Unbelievably, he sat in the chair, and put his feet up on me, as though I was a foot stool or something! He poured himself another drink, and chatted to me as though nothing was going on! This was like wow.
When his drink was finished he removed his feet from my back, got down on the carpet with me, and started fucking me. At first he was more gentle than I had anticipated, but then gained a steady and heavy rhythm. I moved very little, not wanting to disturb him, for fear of more punishment or humiliation. He pounded into me. I couldn't help but start to move with him and our pleasure. I pushed hard back against him and took all of him inside me. He pulled himself out and I felt a slightly cool wetness on my 'other hole'!! He rubbed it with the head of his penis, gently trying to insert it a little at a time. Knock, knock! I jumped. He got up and opened the door! I couldn't believe it. I wasn't sure if I should cover up and risk getting in trouble, or stay where I was and be mortified by someone else seeing me. I decided to stay where I was. It was a male voice, and they spoke in hushed tones.
A man I had never seen before was ushered into the room with my Boss! This was awful. Why was he doing this to me? That's all I remember thinking. Tears welled up in my eyes. I looked down at the carpet, refusing to make eye contact with this stranger.
"Doll, are you always this rude to guests? Look up and welcome my friend." he growled.
"Hello" I mumbled.
The guys looked at one another and the stranger and my Boss nodded. I looked back at the ground.
Over the next few hours the two of them had their ways with me. One at a time, with the other watching. Both at the same time. Me forced to pleasure myself for both of their watchful eyes. The stranger set to me with a vibrator!
As things were coming to a natural end, my Boss held me, and gave me such wonderful praise. I had been a very good girl and he was proud of me. As he was talking, him and the stranger lay me on the bed. Each one inserted themselves into me, they moved in unison, groaning as one fucked my pussy and the other my ass. The stranger blindfolded me, and then I heard crinkling, I can only assume it was the prophylactic wrappers. They switched where they were fucking me. I think. Unable to see anything I finally fully submitted to the fate of the evening. My Boss had me.
I lay still on the bed listening to my Boss escort the stranger to the door, again speaking in muffled tones.
I heard the water running in the bathroom and my Boss came to me on the bed. He untied the blindfold, and held and caressed me. He praised me again, and told me he couldn't be prouder of me. Before this I'd never known I wanted him to be proud of me, and now I was swollen with pride.
"Go get in the bath. I'll be there in a few minutes to wash your hair."
The warm water stung my used pussy, but soon became accustomed. He climbed in the tub behind me and washed my hair. He was so gentle and caring.
Clean and tired, we made our way to the bed to catch some zzz's. He had laid out a sweet cotton nightie for me. He helped me into it and then brushed my hair.
"Time for bed, doll." he said assertively.
And that dear diary, is what razzed my berries last night!
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