I spent most of today with quite the aching behind following Day 2. Mister had driven me hard the previous night with his spankings and forced orgasms to reach the day’s final total of 28. I am typing this on Friday evening and I can even now still feel the soreness at certain angles of sitting down.
Whilst I don’t intend to go at the challenge like mad as I did on Day 2, Mister has done me a favour (as well as done me quite superbly). On Sunday I shall be away on Family Business until Wednesday evening and my tally will stay rather lower than the first portion of this Challenge. One night will be spent in a hotel room alone, so that will at least afford me some solitude to continue. The other three I may be sharing a room with a sister or other family member so I’m not as sure about those. Wednesday night heralds Day 9, so depending on my accumulative total I should be able to make up for lost orgasms then and on Thursday!
Right, on to the report!
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Tender from the previous night’s events I wished for a little more delicacy in the attentions Mister paid me for this night. No.1 was achieved alone earlier in the afternoon by myself and the small jolts transformed themselves into searing reminders of the panting, curled up ball that I was turned into with Mister’s flogging. I couldn’t help the masochist in me from smiling in satisfaction and that strange sense of the submissive’s pride as I twisted around in the shower to inspect my bottom for any marks. Surprisingly there was indeed a small red rose to my right buttock. From a bite or from a spank I wasn’t sure. It certainly twinged when I prodded at it.
As the sun disappeared on this day it was replaced by a beautiful moonlit night’s sky and in drawing the curtains in our bedroom together I paused momentarily to take stock of the little world below me. Our elevated house set amongst a fairly valleyed town benefits from fortunate views across the suburbs to the slight glimpse of the sea. It was in search of this that the craning angle I tried to pinch a sight of made me lean forward with my elbows on the window sill in the darkened bedroom. The night light was so bright from the moon that I felt no need to turn to the harsher electric light.
Of course, with his wonderful sense of timing, Mister chose to come to me from downstairs. Greeted by the lightest of thwacks to my buttocks, I sharply stood bolt upright and winced. In doing so I had placed myself directly into his body and he brushed my hair from my neck to kiss it.
I swayed at this and fell forward back with a palm on the window sill.
Frisky as ever, Mister’s hands needed a smidgen of help with my belt and eased my jeans down my legs. My eyes darted to all of the parallel windows across the street, thankful for the added height of our own house’s terraced hill. A number of windows were open, but all the lights were out. The only movement was the neighbour’s grey Persian cat that always avoids me in the street that was slipping down an alley now. Despite my determined friendliness.
Mister’s fingers found their way into my knickers in that spectral light as I faced out towards the world and my second hand placed itself on the sill. His own was met with welcoming wetness as my body betrayed my true exhibitionist mind and I quickly tripped through Nos. 2 and 3 of the day.
Knickers were removed and I turned around, linking my arms around his neck to kiss him on his lips and along his jawline. His teeth nipped my lips and his warm tongue gently tickled in inviting response. I half perched on the sill, care and embarrassment gone in the stillness of the night behind me now with No.4. I looked into those blue eyes of his in the moonlight as I undressed him completely whilst he lifted my top up and away from me.
With some shred of social propriety, we moved to the bed where he continued in his handiwork, occasionally moving down my body to kiss my breasts and the tops of my inner thighs as my body started to be gently eased into that blissful haze of pleasure with Nos. 5, 6, and 7.
Here is when the orgasm amnesia sets in as the sexy, filthy talk began. Words and sounds of encouragement between the pair of us as well as continuous coaxing and heightening of the sensual mood. I wish I could recall it. I certainly remember moving so that Mister was spooning me as I teased him mercilessly by pressing and rubbing my rear into his erection, feeling his pre-come make his cock slip up and down the cleft of my buttocks. I always quite enjoy that as I feel ever so slightly slutty in doing it. Through all of this I climaxed a few more times.
I finally ended my cock-teasing by giving Mister an oiled-up hand job, another personal favourite of mine. I love to feel his cock in my hands, thoroughly feel thrilled as I watch his body twist under the slight twitch or light squeeze of my fingers around his shaft. Double-handed hand-jobs being a particular skill, according to Mister.
The night ended without going ‘all the way’ with Mister, and as much as I fucking love him sexing me completely, non-penetrative sex is still sex in my book.
Day 3 Total: 12.
LadyP-caused: 1. Mister-caused: 11.
Accumulative Total: 50/100 = Half-way there!