Anniversary Part 2

Garnet had brought a huge bag of dried rose petals, and they had me draw a bath and sprinkle about half the bag in the water.  We both got into the tub, and sat together snuggling and luxuriating in the warm water and the yummy scent of dried roses.  Once we'd soaked for a little while, I asked Garnet if they wanted me to wash them.  They shook their head and guided my hand to their bits instead.

I slipped my fingers into my mouth, and then over Garnet's soft, delicious bits.  I slipped one, then two fingers inside and tried to coordinate stimulating outside and inside at once when I realized I was trying to do all this with my left hand.  After switching hands, I pushed my fingers inside them, slid my thumb over their clit.  They felt so good inside, and I feel like I noticed all the different textures more than I ever really have before.  As I worked harder at their spots, they began to moan and I leaned forward and slid my tongue over their nipple.  They squirmed deliciously and called out my name, urging me to suck more.  When I let up on their nipple, they pushed their thumb into my mouth and I sucked hungrily, stroking it with my tongue, whimpering as I pushed my fingers inside and against them.  They wriggled and moaned louder and called my name, and after a little while panted that it was enough.  I slowly pulled out.

All done, we pulled the plug on the tub and stood up to turn on the shower.  I started to reach for my scrubby thing, but Garnet shook their head and pushed me to my knees instead.  I wasn't totally sure what they had in mind at first, but it quickly became clear from the positioning involved that they were going to piss on me.  Their hot piss splashed down on me, over my tits, marking me as theirs.  It was so thrilling and I could seriously write a whole post about how amazing it was...(also I like that so far it's been an activity for special occasions...for my birthday and our anniversary.  The traditional gift for a two year anniversary is piss play, right?)

We finished showering and rushed out the door to the exhibit I'd bought tickets for.  Garnet wore the new corset I'd bought them for an anniversary gift and I got to tighten their laces, an activity that always puts me in an exciting, service-y, maid-ly frame of mind.  We went to the exhibit, which was really cool, and then got noodles for dinner and cupcakes for dessert.  I tried squid balls for the first time and they were delish.

We got home and rested for a little bit, discussing what we were going to do with the rest of the evening.  Garnet suggested putting my Fascinator down on the bed, and I got out lube and a dildo they'd said we could try out for the first time.  They also got out clothes pins and their narrow wooden paddle and, unbeknownst to me, their knife.

Things get a little blurry after that, but oh my god everything was unbearably hot.  Their hands were in my hair and their knife was at my throat and then they ran it over my tits and then there were clothes pins on my labia and they were tapping them with the paddle.  I squirmed and whimpered and, sadly, had to ask for them to be removed pretty quickly.  They slid the knife over various bits of me and teasingly threatened to cut them or cut them off.  They smacked my ass with the paddle and I squirmed and fought with myself, trying not to make too much noise.  It'd been a really long time since I'd been beaten, and it was so hard to stay still and be good and take it.  They paused and admired their handiwork, then took out the knife again and scratched something into the tender skin of my ass.  "That's better," they said.

When they were done with the pain play, they snapped on a glove and worked their fingers inside me to warm me up.  They fucked me deliciously, first with their fingers and then with the huge, thick dildo, filling me up and stretching me open.  At one point they paused to take pictures of how open my cunt was, telling me how I was a stretched out little slut.  They went back to fucking me, hard and fast and roughly, pushing the cock into me as far as it would go, bumping against my insides.  It felt like it went on for ages, every thrust all delicious and hurty and filling and good.  They told me what a little slut I was, and everything felt so impossibly good, the stinging marks on my ass, the cock inside me...

They offered me a vibrator, a choice between the Hitachi and a smaller vibe.  I opted for the Hitachi, and when I reached for it they quickly took it away.  "I said you could have it, not that you could use it on yourself," they chided.  They switched it on and pressed it right against my exposed clit, still pushing the dildo inside me.  I very quickly got to the point where I needed the dildo out, and I both felt and heard myself squirt, liquid splashing out of me.  I squirted three times, bent into all sorts of nonsensical positions, Garnet's hand on the Hitachi unrelenting.  I don't think I've ever felt so deliciously used and slutty as I did that night.  And I'm pretty sure I've never squirted three times (and certainly not in such quantity) before.

Eventually Garnet let me switch to a smaller vibe so I could just have an orgasm.  They urged me to come, and as I got close they told me how tight I was.  They said that they could feel me squeezing the cock, and that only got both of us more excited.  It took a little bit, but when I came it was delicious.

Garnet's turn.  We switched.  I tried to avoid sitting in the puddle I'd made while Garnet positioned themselves and got the Hitachi and stuff situated.  They'd decided that one of their anniversary gifts would be that they'd squirt for me.

I asked if I could help at all, and they let me slip my fingers over their bits as they pushed a firm, very curved dildo inside themselves.  I got into a good position to watch, and grinned widely as I watched them fuck themselves with the dildo, watching their skin flush and their bits get all wet and open.  In a surprisingly short amount of time, they were pulling out the dildo and sliding their fingers over their wet, delicious bits and there was a huge gush of liquid.  They squirted a lot, splashing me with hot fluid.  It was both marvelously sexy to watch...just...wetness and liquid and sexy messyness...and incredibly cool to see their body do this thing.  Bodies are cool.

They let me lick them clean when they were done.  I pressed my face to the warmth and wetness between their legs and tasted them...they tasted different (but no less yummy) and I was really excited to just be covered in them, and to serve them by cleaning them a bit like that.

We balled up the Fascinator and pushed it aside, finished our cupcakes and had some ice cream, and then eventually went to bed, all tangled up in each other.

It was a really good anniversary.  I am so lucky to be their girlfriend and their submissive.

Anniversary Adventures

I kind of can't believe Garnet and I have been together for two years.

Since Garnet planned our anniversary last year, this year it was my turn.  I got us tickets to a really cool museum exhibit that I knew they would enjoy, and, even more exciting, actually managed to keep it a surprise until we got there!  But let's start earlier...let's start with the night before.

We were lying on my bed, just lounging, while Garnet decided how they wanted to fuck me.  It was decided they would fuck my ass, and we tried to figure out if I had a good dildo to do that with (Me: I have the one with the bats...Garnet: I'd feel weird putting bats in your butt. Me: Why?  I'm really, really goth...).  This ended up being moot.  But still, I located a dildo and lube and a glove and Garnet  positioned me how they wanted me.  

They wanted to warm me up with fingers first, which I definitely agreed I needed.

When I think about it now, it's like we went right from that discussion to me squirming and panting and moaning with several of Garnet's fingers in my ass.  But I know that can't actually be how it happened.  They slowly slipped fingers inside me, one by one.  It didn't take long, though, for them to find that spot inside me, and they pressed against it and I moaned and pushed back.  They added a finger.  They added more.  At some point I shifted and rolled onto my stomach, pushing back against their hand.  Everything felt delicious, and basically all I could do was whimper and try to say how good everything felt.

Once I was on my stomach, with four fingers in me, they started using their other hand to spread me out and stretch me open.  It was unbearably hot, their fingers pushing deeper, the way they were stretching my ass to take as much as they wanted.  I was trying really hard to tell them how amazingly hot it was, but everything felt so good that I was actually having difficulty getting the words out.  They stopped and checked in to make sure I was okay.  I reassured them that I was trying to say that everything was amazing.

I did eventually hit my limit.  Once their fingers started to get close to the knuckles I had to ask for them to stop.  Some day...some day I will stretch enough to take their whole fist in my ass.  But for now, they went back to fucking me with a smaller number of fingers.

They offered me a vibrator and of course I wanted one.  The first one I grabbed was dead.  I dug in my drawer for a second one, and somehow managed to roll onto my back with Garnet's fingers still in my ass (a move that felt very interesting and I'm pretty impressed with myself for managing).  I pushed the vibe against my clit and Garnet urged me to come for them.  I feel like I started coming almost immediately, though I think it actually took a little longer.  Garnet bit down on my calf and I came more, came harder.  I used to never be able to have multiple orgasms from anal, but this time I just came and came.  Garnet kept pressing inside me, coaxing out another and another as I whimpered and writhed and shook.

I collapsed after, and Garnet cuddled and soothed me.  I got cleaned up, and we went to bed, excited for our actual anniversary the next day...

Easter present

Garnet had told me they had an Easter present for me.

I had seen the box it was in, and I'd given them their present, and I had started to really wonder what their present for me was.  Though they'd kind of dropped a hint when they'd warned me they were planning on putting something in my butt later...

They bent me over and blindfolded me.  It's been a long time since I've been blindfolded for sex (have I ever really been blindfolded for sex?) and it was really exciting, feeling all exposed and unable to see what was going on, or even see the bed in front of me.  All I could do was feel.

I felt their fingers slide over me...slipping over my ass, lubing me up.  They slipped inside easily, first one finger, then a second.  There may have even been a third at some point...I moaned, trying to stay quiet, and pushed back against their fingers.  They slowly slid in and out, and then a hand slid over my cunt.  I probably stiffened for a second.  "It's the other hand," Garnet reassured me, and I relaxed into the stroking and prodding, feeling so very vulnerable as fingers slipped over and inside me.

Then, something else pressed against my ass.  Something cold and very very smooth.  Slowly, gently, Garnet pushed and it slid inside me, stretching me a bit, opening me.  Then it popped into place, and I gave a little whimper.  I love that feeling, when a plug slides into the spot where it's supposed to be.  There was a pause, and I both heard and felt a small click, and then could feel the soft tickle of fur.  "Happy Easter, bunny," Garnet said softly.

It is worth mentioning that I have really really wanted a Crystal Minx Magnetic Bunny Tail Plug from Crystal Delights since I first saw one at TFW last summer.  So once I heard/felt the click of the magnet, I knew what it had to be.  I'm pretty sure I wiggled excitedly and babbled my thanks, and said something about being the very luckiest bunny.  Because I am.  I still feel deliciously spoiled that they gave me this plug.

They clicked the tail off, explaining that they didn't want to get lube on it and they didn't have a towel handy to clean me up.  Their plan, I think, was just to put the plug in me and then we'd go to bed.  But I was so excited, wiggling and trying to push back against them, they ended up grabbing my hips and pushing against me, against the solid base of the plug.  And then somehow they had a dildo in their hand and they were pushing it into me and I was pushing back and whimpering at the feeling of being filled up by them.

First, they slowly pushed a newer toy they have, with a knot at its base, into my cunt and and I wriggled and whimpered as it spread me open.  It felt really, really delicious...and it also kept popping out.  They set that aside and slid a different toy inside me, pushing hard and fast.  I ended up face down on the bed, panting and sighing as they fucked me so hard and fast, my brain kind of shutting down.  "Aww, are you going to come?" Garnet asked in a gently mocking tone.  I somehow managed to get out that I didn't think I'd be able to without vibration, but that everything just felt sooo good...

They fucked me like that for a bit, hard and fast and delicious, and I honestly didn't care a huge amount if I came or not.  It was just so satisfying to be filled up like that.  Once we established that the orgasm wasn't happened, and I rolled over onto my back, things started to wind down a bit.  We were both kind of tired, and I was rapidly approaching a state of being all fucked out.

They let me sleep with the plug still in place, though.  Something I've never done before.  It was really exciting (and way more comfortable than trying to sleep with a dildo in my cunt), and while it was definitely comfortable enough that I still slept well, it was really thrilling to wake up in the night and still feel that fullness in me.

I am the very luckiest girl.

I am tired and kind of bored and sexually frustrated, so here, have a blog post.

Over at Submissive Guide's Journal Prompts, I came across this: "Do you crave structure in your life, or are you more of a ‘go with the flow’ sort of person?"

Do I crave structure?  Oh my goodness, do I ever!  

For starters, I am a perfectionist.  That sounds like the sort of thing you say on a job interview when they ask what your biggest failing is (which is to say, it sounds like complete bullshit).  But it's true, I am a perfectionist in the worst, most awful, frustrating, paralyzing way.  The sort of perfectionist who can never start anything for fear that it won't be good enough.  Seriously.  By my last semester of college I would force myself to write papers I'd been procrastinating over by getting slightly tipsy before starting.  I basically bought a mini-fridge just to keep my $5 bottles of "champagne" chilled.

I am about a million times more secure when I have very clear instructions about what to do/how to do what I'm doing.  Otherwise I just get overwhelmed and anxious and terrified I'm going to do the wrong thing.  I would rather do nothing at all than screw up.  Clear, structured steps telling me how to do something help so very, very much with getting started.

This is why I like rules.  Rules are really awesome.  And super clear, step-by-step instructions are even better.  I'm actually really indebted to Laura Antoniou, who really hammers home in the two classes on service I've taken that, unless otherwise specified, do things the quickest, most efficient way.  Which usually leads to a joke about calling in Merry Maids, but it also helps me with my fear of being wrong.  I actually do know how to clean the bathroom, for instance.  I don't have to worry as much about doing it wrong.

I also really like routines.  Like, to the point where sometimes I wonder if it's entirely healthy.  It's less of an issue when I feel pretty okay about my life, but there have been times where things haven't been going well where I basically felt devastated by having to walk on the "wrong" side of the street on my way to work, or by "my" booth at the pizza place being occupied.

This is less of a thing than it used to be, but I still really like routines.  Like, on Sundays I clean my room, on Mondays I go grocery shopping and do laundry.  Even if I miss this things for a good reason, it throws my whole week a little out of whack.

So yeah...structure and routine are basically some of my favorite things.  I'm working on trusting myself enough to try things for a first time, even though I may not do them perfectly that time.  It helps that Garnet is really good at gently correcting me the first time I get something wrong.  Also, they've given me a phrase for when my perfectionism gets really out of hand -- progress, not perfection.

It's tricky sometimes, but I am slowly learning that progress is probably actually better than perfection.

A Handful of Further Thoughts on Fifty Shades...

...so now that I'm even later to the party than I was when I wrote my first post on Fifty Shades, I have further thoughts.

I still have a complete inability (and utter lack of desire) to read any of the Fifty Shades trilogy.  I have, however, been reading Jenny Trout's hilarious and disturbing (hilaristurbing?) chapter-by-chapter summary/takedown of these books.  Seriously, you should read this.  It will a) let you actually know what happens in the books, which I was honestly really curious about, b) confirm that a lot of what happens in the books is pretty awful, and c) make you laugh a lot.  I especially enjoy the way she refers to the "hero" of the books as Chedward.

So.  One thing I needed clarified about Fifty is this: Ana never signs the contract.  Which, I mean, not all D/s or any other sort of kinky relationships require contracts.  Garnet's and my contract expired last June, and with work and all the various chaos on the past year or so that's only just settling, we never got around to renewing it.  Contracts are both comforting and hot to me, but they're not for everybody.  However...I kind of figured that after the tiny snippet of the book that I actually read (the part detailing the contract and Ana's reactions to it) that at some point Ana relents and agrees to some sort of D/s.

Here's the thing: she doesn't.

There is no actual, consensual D/s anywhere in any of these books.  Seriously.  While Ana and Christian occasionally have "kinky" sex (which, in my opinion, ranges from the boring to the physically-and-anatomically-impossible...but still boring), but Edward* spends a bunch of time talking about how he wants to have a "normal" relationship and how Ana is his girlfriend and not his submissive.

...so then he proceeds to tell her what she can and can't do, emotionally manipulate her into doing what he wants, and talk at length about how much he wants to beat her when she does something he doesn't like.  I used to joke sometimes that Dr. Asshole was into "nonconsensual 24/7 D/s," but actually we have a word for that.  It's called abuse.

These books are just super gross.  Super fucking gross.  I'm really glad Jenny Trout has posted about them, because her pictures of cute kittens and RPattz making goofy faces definitely helps mitigate something that I would normally find upsetting-to-borderline-triggering.  And abuse + occasional spankings =/= consensual kink.  It just continues to enrage and upset me that these books are such a sensation.  And I'm incredibly disturbed and frustrated that so many things have been published about kink and this book and what it means that it's so popular.  This isn't kink!  It's romanticized abuse!

Ugh...I feel a little like I'm going around in circles here, saying both the same things I said before and that oodles of other people have said.  I...just...need to rant a bit about this sometimes.  Another really good point about the nonsense in Fifty Shades was brought up by one of my favorite authors of kinky smut, Laura Antoniou:

#50Tips What leather community? What kinky community? Remember, your characters are discovering something no one ever thought of!
— Laura Antoniou (@LAntoniou) March 14, 2013

This is such a good point, and I just...the story is set in Seattle for Christ's sake.  It somehow seems even more sinister to me that Christian doesn't, say, take Ana to a munch or encourage her to do any of her own research at all about kink.  He chides her at one point for buying the "wrong" nipple clamps and butt plug, how the fuck is she supposed to know any better?  I know I just spent a bunch of time ranting about how what they're doing isn't D/s, but I also find it really creepy that he gets to be the all-knowing god of kink while she's pretty much always in the dark.  I am wary of any dominant who doesn't want to keep their partner well-informed, even if this aspect is maybe unintentional on James's part.  I mean, she got all sorts of other things wrong about Seattle (I've heard), so why would she have researched the city's kink community?

Also, why the fuck didn't Ana go shopping for those nipple clamps and plug at Babeland?  They're in Seattle!  And what sort of nipple clamps are "too hardcore" for beginners (besides clover clamps) that are available in lots of sex shops?  We don't know what she bought!  They're never really described!  It's all just a set-up to make Christian look sooooo knowledgeable about sex and Ana soooo innocent.  Fuck that.  Like, I get the fantasy of a young virgin being swept off their feet and taught about sex and pleasure by a suave and knowledgeable older partner, but Ana's not being taught anything--Christian basically keeps her in the dark as much as he can, which is creepy and gross and heavily implies that he wants her to think that the only way she can experience sexual pleasure is with him.  Fuck that.

I wish someone would give Ana a copy of The New Bottoming Book already.  Or a pamphlet on emotional abuse.

I promise I'll write something about a good book sometime soon...

*I, completely by accident and without realizing it, typed "Edward" here when I meant to type "Christian."  Not even sorry.  Totes leaving it as is.

A blog post about how I want to blog more...

So I would really like to blog more.

We're coming off the busy season at work, and I've managed to switch around my schedule so that I actually have two consecutive days off every week.  Hopefully this means I'll be able to see Garnet more often, which means more blogging anyway...but I would also like to balance out the sex posts that I am required to write with other stuff, too.

...stuff like book reviews.  I've been doing a air amount of reading and research, and I feel like it would be really useful for me to actually organize my thoughts and feelings about those books here, where I can pull them up again for easy reference, even if I don't write actual reviews.

I'd also like to do more with blog prompts (like some of the ones that Submissive Guide posts here) and maybe even another 30 day challenge.

Basically, what I'm saying is that I want to write more, and reflect more.  Work is settling down, my depression is actually pretty under control (yay!), and I feel like I'm actually making progress in my training and submission.  I have more time and more energy, and writing helps sort out my thoughts.  And, of course, I'm trying to be a good girl and take some initiative and work and focus.  And maybe brag about/chart my progress just a little.

Hopefully this will be at least somewhat interesting to read.  Though I mostly want to work on this for myself (and for Garnet) I do hope I can be at least somewhat entertaining as well.

Re-branding, Steak, and a Blowjob

I wrote before about the first time Garnet branded me.  Like I said in that post, a microbrand is temporary, and my scar had faded a lot since the first branding.  So while we were lounging around watching "Game of Thrones," I asked "Didn't you want to re-do my brand?"  They asked if I wanted to do it before or after dinner, and I chose before.

I took off my nightgown and they positioned me the way they wanted.  I got out a bandanna to bite down on in case I needed it.  They used different tools this time--a creme brulee torch and little metal embossing tools.  It was a bit easier than the first time.  I didn't cry nearly as much.  It was still tough to get through at times, though.  What I really hate is how my legs kick out involuntarily when the burns start to get really overwhelming, and if I try to hold still the muscles still try to kick and they get sore.  The best part, that I love the most, is when Garnet puts their hand over the fresh burns and it soothes me and hurts in the most lovely, blissful way, and the bad pain is gone and I feel so good.  I do love hurting for them, even though I'm not very good at it most of the time.

When I'd had a chance to rest and recuperate, we got ready for dinner.  Garnet gave me a list of dresses to choose from, and I decided to wear one in black and red, their favorite colors.  Wearing their colors is one of the many silly little things I like because it makes me feel owned by them.  We set out for the restaurant, and...the food was just so good.  I had chicken, they had steak, and we both had incredible desserts.  So.  Delicious.  I think I maybe did an okay job finding a restaurant, which is kind of exciting, because I've seriously never been the person who finds the restaurant and makes the reservations and stuff.

We got home, and my mind at least immediately turned to sex.  Garnet asked which cock I'd prefer, and I chose the rainbow one.  They strapped it on and stood beside the bed.  I basically crawled to them and began licking and sucking.  We took turns, alternating between me eagerly and enthusiastically sucking and them grabbing my hair a fucking my face.  Unfortunately, the position started hurting my neck after a little bit, so they laid down and I knelt over them.

I really, really like sucking cock.  It's seriously one of my favorite things.  I licked and sucked and took their cock down my throat.  "I can feel it push into your throat," they said at one point, and I think maybe said something about it being hot, which made me want to do it as much as possible, slipping and popping the head of their cock over the back of my mouth, into the very edge of my throat over and over.  They held my hair a thrust into my mouth, fucking me deeply and deliciously.  I got so into it, into a really yummy submissive slutty headspace, where I basically just wanted to suck their cock forever, and/or do basically anything they said.

Eventually, when I pulled back for a second, they told me that if I kept going like that they wouldn't be able to fuck me.  So of course very quickly after that, I was in their lap, straddling them, riding their cock for all I was worth.  It felt so good, them pushing up into my cunt, filling me up, pushing my hips back so that the head of their dick popped over my gspot.  They pulled my tits out of the neck of my dress, pinching and pulling my nipples to get me to move the way they wanted.  I still felt all pliable and abandoned to whatever they wanted...and then they did something different.  They grabbed my wrists and pulled them down as they thrust up into me, pulling me down onto them, fucking me hard and fast while my head flopped back all doll-like.  I'm not sure I can articulate how thrilling it was to feel so much like their little fuck toy.

They offered me a vibrator and I grabbed one, wanting to come on their cock.  I kept getting close and then losing it, so they suggested switching to manual.  We flipped, so I was lying on my back under them and they pushed their fingers into me, working my gspot hard and fast while I kept up with the vibe.  At some point I asked if they would try to fill me up, to see how many fingers I could take (the comfortable limit was four, and while I couldn't really take five, it was definitely fun trying to find out).  At another point, I asked if I could switch to the Hitachi.  They pushed on my gspot, pushing their fingers into me fast and hard, occasionally pulling out and lightly slapping my cunt.  In the middle of all this, they reached for one of their squid floggers and I made a mistake...

"Nooo!" I squealed upon seeing the squid, completely without thinking.

"Did you just say no?" they asked.  I can't remember what happened to the vibrators, but they smacked my cunt with the squid as soon as they were out of the way.  They had me count out ten strokes, hard strokes right on my bits and the mound above them.  And then they re-did the tenth because the first time it didn't land correctly.  It was hard, but I took it.  The most intense beating I've taken on my cunt before.  And I learned my lesson to watch what I say.*

Soon after that, with their fingers and the Hitachi, I came hard.  And they pressed the Hitachi harder against me and pulled out their fingers and I squirted and squirted until I couldn't take anymore (thank goodness we'd put down the Fascinator) and then I'm not completely sure what happened.  I think I laid there for a while twitching, recovering.  I love how lost and completely abandoned to the sex I was that night.  It was so good.

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*It is worth noting here that crying out "Noooo!" at the appearance of a particular toy is different from safewording.  I totally could have safeworded at any time, and that would obviously be fine.  But yelling "noo" when I'm supposed to be submitting to whatever they want isn't safewording, and now I have learned very thoroughly that it's unacceptable.

Part one of a several-day celebration...

Because of my job, it's basically impossible for me to celebrate Valentine's Day on the actual day of.  This year on V-day, I went to the dentist, worked a full shift, came home and promptly got really sick then fell asleep.  So Garnet and I celebrated last weekend instead.

They came out on Thursday night, and I was terribly excited to see them.  We hadn't seen each other in over a month (stupid work), so I was feeling a little desperate.  We had dinner, and then, because I couldn't wait any longer, I gave them their gifts.  I was really proud of/excited about what I'd found for them, including the most perfect card and, best of all, a tentacle dildo from Bad Dragon.  They seemed to be delighted.

Then we went out to unload their stuff from the car, including several bags and a large, mysterious box with something fragile inside it.  Once we wrangled everything inside, they sent me into the bedroom while they set things up.  When they called me out, there was a beautiful set of china set up on a silver tray in the living room.  They showed me the marks on the bottom of one piece, and it was Spode.  We both exclaimed over it a bit ("It's fucking Spode!") and then they showed me the date mark, which as far as either of us can figure means that the set dates to the 1910s.  I very nearly cried, and I hugged them, and thanked them over and over and said I hoped I would be worthy of such a wonderful gift.  I am such a lucky maid.

And then...sex!  I was pretty exhausted from work, and we had to get up early the next morning, so I voted in favor of manual sex.  Garnet began teasing me, playing with my nipples and stroking my bits through my undies.  They spent a lot of time on my nipples, which felt incredibly delicious, sucking and nibbling and toying with me until I was so turned on I could barely stand it.  I bucked my hips against them, and suddenly we were pushing together...dry-humping is such an unsexy term, but I honestly can't think of what else to call it.  They smirked and grinned and me as they ground against me and I frantically pushed back, whimpering and moaning.  They pushed my legs up and slid their mouth and tongue over my foot, which feels so good in a yummy-but-confusing way.  "Imagine how good it'll be when I really fuck you," they growled.

Garnet slid down between my legs, pushing my skirt up more, beginning to tease me with their mouth.  They swirled their tongue over my clit, and I squirmed.  They slipped a finger into me and pressed against my gspot, licking and sucking at my clit.  I was just so impossibly turned on, I wriggled and bucked and moaned, and everything they did felt warm and wet and intense and delicious.  I kept trying to push myself further onto their fingers, all greedy for more sensation...they offered me a vibrator, but I was a little non-verbal, and also I was just enjoying their oral attentions so much...but eventually I asked for the vibe.

I think maybe I am having a slightly harder time having orgasms these days.  At some point I'll write a longer post about that and why, but...yeah.  So Garnet was working my gspot, and I was working my clit with the vibrator, and I was so close to coming, just right on the edge for the longest time.  I was starting to get frustrated when Garnet took the vibe and pressed it right against the head of my clit and suddenly I was coming and coming and coming and bucking around and finally made a kind of awkward noise that sounded like a death rattle...but still they didn't let up with the vibe or their fingers, until finally I was begging to have their fingers out.  I felt so full and squirty, and I pressed down, and it felt like I squirted...but it wasn't until I moved that we found the puddle, spilled all over my comforter.

Garnet petted me and laughed and said they were glad I did it on my side of the bed.  They told me I was good girl, and we snuggled up and went to sleep.

New things!

I'm realizing as I sit down to write this how many new things happened the night I'm writing about.  This is exciting and delightful.

We went to bed, and Garnet had plans.  I kind of suspected that they wanted to fuck me with the Share, which I was really excited about.  They wanted to have an orgasm first.  I got out a glove and they got out the Hitachi, saying they'd been missing my fingers in them when they'd jerked off lately.  I slid my fingers over their bits and asked if I could use my mouth.  They gave permission, and I licked and sucked and kissed them, tasting their ocean-y, coppery taste.  I greatly enjoyed using my mouth and fingers on them, and they occasionally petted my hair and said encouraging things.

When they were ready, whey got out the Hitachi.  I kept working my fingers inside them, trying to press against that spot.  They assured me that it all felt really good, but that their body didn't seem to be cooperating.  They decided to try putting on some porn, and found some videos they like...and I realized we've never really watched porn together before.  I mean, we've watched very silly porn together for comedic value, and there was that time where we watched porn with our friends when I was super depressed...but we'd never actually watched porn together in a sexy situation.  Both of the videos were hot, but one in particular...I changed angles slightly so I could see the screen better.  I took a few breaks, but mostly I kept pushing my fingers into Garnet, getting increasingly turned on by fucking them while watching the video...

I felt kind of bad at the time that I wasn't able to get Garnet off.  They kept reassuring me that I was doing stuff right, that it all felt awesome, but sometimes bodies don't cooperate.  I feel less bad now...I'm just glad I was able to do stuff that felt good for them.

They got out the Share and slipped it into place, advising me that I should probably take my pants off.  I lay on my back, desperately turned on, and it felt amazing as they pushed into me.  It was only the second time they've used the Share on my cunt, and I had almost forgotten how good its shape is.  And, of course, Garnet is just so good at fucking me.  Everything felt so good, and they held me down as they fucked me, then pushed my legs up (which is a position that I love) and did awful, mean, delightful-feeling things to my feet with their mouth, biting and sucking and making me squirm.

What I didn't expect at all, was as they changed position slightly, laying on top of me, everything continued to feel delicious...I moved my hips, trying to take as much of their cock as I could...and then, suddenly, I was coming.  No vibrator.  Just a sudden, fizzy orgasm sweeping through me.  I tried to say something, but all that would come out was "Oh God...Oh, Sir...!" as I clung to them and came and came.

I accidentally pulled the Share out of them as I came.  They let it go, pulling back and grabbing the wearer's end with their hand, pushing into me even harder.  "Want the Hitachi?" they asked.  I managed to gasp out that I'd already come, and they were excited that I'd managed it without vibration at all.  I offered up that I would probably come again if it would amuse them and they wanted to use the Hitachi on me.  They picked up the vibe.

I'm not sure how much time passed...it felt like things felt very good for a very long time, with Garnet working the cock over my gspot and holding the Hitachi to my clit, but it also seemed like I very quickly started to get overwhelmed by sensation.  "I'm gonna squirt!" I gasped out.  I may have said it twice.

"Go ahead," Garnet replied.  I tried, pushing down, feeling the weight and fullness of the fluid, but I just couldn't do it with the Share inside me.  I told them, and they pulled it out and immediately there was a huge gush of wetness pouring out of me.  It splashed all over Garnet's hands and thighs and they laughed delightedly.  It was definitely the most I've ever squirted.  We both kept exclaiming over how much liquid there was.

Then Garnet realized I was lying right in the middle of the bed, and we both jumped up to pull off and replace the blanket.  I tried to help, I really did, but I was having difficulty standing.  Once there was dry bedding, I collapsed.  We agreed that we were both pretty well satiated and also kind of exhausted, and we both fell asleep pretty quickly.

We went in the hot tub, which was delightful but would have been even better if the weather had cooperated and it had still been snowing.  Going in the hot tub in the freezing rain was slightly less amazing than doing it in snow would have been.  But still.  Hot tub.  Amazing.  When the rain got to be too much we went inside and took a shower, and I couldn't resist...being there with Garnet in the shower with all their yummy skin on display, I desperately wanted to taste their nipples.  I leaned over and kissed each one, sliding my tongue over them.  Delicious.

After the shower Garnet got out the clippers and buzzed down the side of my head where my hair had grown out so much since they last buzzed it in September.  I knelt so they could reach, and...this is one of those things where my fantasy didn't match up to reality at all, because in my head, as I knelt this was going to be a super-serious thing, my kneeling there and holding still for them while they took my hair and altered my appearance and all that stuff...but of course instead of being a perfectly still, super-serious slavegirl getting her head shaved, I got lightheaded and had to take a break to keep from passing out.  Remember: If you feel lightheaded, always say something!  I was tempted to try to tough it out, but I'm pretty sure it would have been real bad if I'd fainted while Garnet was buzzing my hair.

We went upstairs and they offered my a vibrator while they smoked.  When they were done, they shifted on the bed and slid their fingers inside me.  I was so turned on already, I gasped at how good their fingers felt.  They smirked at me as they pushed against my gspot.  "Sir," I gasped, "if you keep doing that I'm going to--" I got cut off by the orgasm as they pushed, working their fingers over that spot, basically just pulling the orgasm out of me.  My eyes pretty much always close automatically when I come, but I'm pretty sure they were still smirking.  Their timing was great.  Also, God, the way they know how to touch my insides at this point...it felt like I was coming forever.  I'm still kind of unsure whether it was one really long orgasm or two melting into each other.

When I'd stopped shaking, they asked if I was ready to try a new toy I'd brought.  They lubed me up and slid the new vibrator inside of me...in and out.  I feel like before these past few months I've never much cared for internal vibration (at least vaginally...anal is another story, of course) but I've had some awesome experiences with new toys lately, and this particular one...with my lying beneath Garnet and them sliding the toy in and out off me, with this deep, rumbly vibration reverberating all through my bits as it entered me over and over...I could feel it in places I don't think I've ever really felt vibration before.  I loved Garnet looming over me and pressing this thing into me, the way I could feel it...like Garnet had new access to my insides.  It was so yummy and intimate.

...and then they were going to let me use the same vibrator externally to get off again, and I was getting close and decided to be a sulky idiot about something they said instead, and stopped...but I may be writing more about my being an idiot later...so for now, well, we snuggled up and I said, silly, sleepy things and Garnet laughing at me because I am ridiculous and awkward, and then I slipped off into sleep, happy and naked and cuddled up beside the person I love.