“I don’t care if you don’t get wet. I’m fucking you anyway.” has been heard a time or two over the past few days. And he’s done just that. And then he pulls out the cane, or a flogger, or our new Tantus paddle, and wales on my ass, and suddenly I’m dripping down my leg.

Maybe I should edit the list of potential reasons I’m having issues with vaginal dryness, and add “I need a different kind of foreplay”?

So yesterday, Master greeted me with, “How is Daddy going to hurt you today? Because we all know it goes straight to your pussy.”

My body reacted to the words, but still I wasn’t wet. Not until he walked over and slapped me a few times before grabbing my hair and pulling my head back so that I could look at him.

“I guess I’ll just make sure you’re wet before I want to fuck you,” he said, and then he slapped me again.

I grinned. I miss the days when he had time to torture me all day. I miss the days he didn’t have time to torture me himself, so he made me do it.

When we got home from our walk, Master sent me off to find a butt plug to wear. I started with the Tantus Ryder, but it wouldn’t fit! He’s talking about consistent plug wear to “fix that problem.” So far, he hasn’t enforced it. I wonder if this is where I’m supposed to be all “Yo, Master? Did you want me to wear a plug, today?” Maybe tomorrow.

I used the LELO Bob instead. It’s kinda on the firm side, but it’s only an inch in diameter. I figured it’d be a cinch. And it was.

We sat on the couch, him working and me writing, and every few minutes, he’d reach over and slap, punch, or pinch me. I’d look at him quizzically, then glance at his computer, amused at his inability to keep his hands off me while he was working.

“It’s not time to play Hurt the Baby, yet,” he told me. “Some of us are busy.” And then he’d pinch me again. I must have been particularly irresistible, because it wasn’t too long before he snatched me up by the hair and smashed my face into his thigh ordering me to kiss his legs.

Of course, leg kissing leads to dick sucking, and while I was sucking his dick, he played with the plug in my ass. Since you now know just how long it’s been since I’ve had anything in my ass, you can imagine how amazing that felt. When you don’t do something for a really long time, it’s like sensory overload when you do it again. At least, for me.

“Go get out one of your big toys, lay on the bed, and fuck yourself,” he ordered. “I’m going to beat the shit out of your tits while you fuck yourself silly.”

And for a moment, I was frozen in fear. What if my pussy wasn’t wet enough? No way I can jam any of the big dildos inside me when my pussy isn’t wet enough. Hell, Master jamming his cock into my not-wet pussy was causing some serious not-the-good-kind pain. I can’t even imagine how it would feel to jam much larger silicone in a not-wet pussy. Obviously, he’d let me use lube if I had to, but I didn’t want to use lube, damn it! I wanted to just be wet enough. I’ve always just been wet enough!

So I sashayed into the room, procrastinating, acting coy. Maybe if I was real slow in getting on the bed, allowed the anticipation to build, I’d be wet enough?

He was having none of that. “Hurry your ass up, or I’ll beat you in the bad way.”

I can’t help but laugh at that. We both know there is no “bad way” when I’m the person being beat. I hate when he’s mad at me, but my body responds to corporal punishment the same way it responds to pain intended to be pleasurable. It’s why we’ve given up on spankings for punishment.

But I did move my ass, and when I pressed the head of the O2 Revolution to the opening of my vagina, it slid right in. And oh my god, it was good. With the plug in my ass, and the Revolution in my pussy, and my fingers on my clit, every stroke was an exercise in self control.

And Master wasn’t kidding. He beat the shit out of my tits with the new Tantus paddle. There’s a bit of stippled bruising. It’s beautiful.

He climbed on the bed beside my head and stuffed his cock down my throat while I laid there and fucked myself. “Fuck that dirty cunt, bitch,” he’d growl if my hands would still for any reason. And then he’d hit me some more.

“Take it out, and stick it in your mouth,” he said. So I did. I sucked my juices off the pink and white shaft, and watched him crawl between my legs. He stuffed his cock in my pussy, and fucked me till he was spent. Then he beat me till I came. And it was good. Oh my god, was it good.

P.S. Almost all of my recent blog posts are a day or two behind. I’ve been finding myself in shock of the things that are coming out of my fingers. I don’t know why I’m suddenly shocked by what I write. I don’t think anyone else is anymore. But I’ve been sitting on my recent posts, all, “Oh my god, are you really going to say that?” Apparently, I am really going to say that. Whatever “that” is. I won’t blame you if you decide I’m too…whatever…to read anymore.