Playing with toys :)

I'm trying to be honest, and not hide. It's hard though. It's not the same as having a chat with a friend, and talking about sex. You make a joke and say little things, maybe blush, and move on.

This is different. I'm writing about the most intimate part of my life. About the true feelings and emotions, of a new and exciting journey we're on.

I'm excited, scared, embarrassed, and liberated all at the same time.

This is me, making fantasy, real.

I've had many fantasies over the years. It's the stuff that gets my blood pumping, it gets me hot, and I can feel it between my legs. That tingly feeling, that makes you want to open up, and let your Man take you, in all the ways possible.

I have read, and watched some porn. Know what turns me on. Somethings turn me on, but I wouldn't want to try them out, it scares me. But somethings, I'm fascinated with.

What you ask??

Well I have always been fascinated with any sort of anal play. I don't know why. It's strange really. But my Man is the same. He enjoys taking me this way. He enjoys coming up behind me, and bending me over the table, and pulling my pants down, and caressing my ass, and slowly sticking his fingers between my legs, and feel how wet I am. He likes to push me down, and push himself in, slow at first, but then hard. This turns me on, I can feel him, his power, his pleasure, his body.

I ordered a Plug recently. I had one of those conversations with a few friends, and decided to order one. It came in the post yesterday. I was burning red when the postman stood at my door, and I had to sign for it. I could feel the heat coming of my face, as if he knew whats inside. Then I put the package on the kitchen table, and stared at it for an hour. I messaged some friends, and told them it's there, and that I can't open it. I was encouraged, and so I ran upstairs, in my bedroom, closed the door, and locked it, and sat on my bed. Slowly I opened it, what a huge box, for such a small item.

I took it out, and was surprised by the weight of it. In a way it was beautiful. My sparkle loving child, was fascinated by the purple stone, and in a way I couldn't wait to try it out. I was all hot, and bothered, I could already feel that tingly feeling, right there in the core of me. Then there was knock on my door, and the rugrats wanted feeding. So quickly I put it all back, stuffed all the paper on top, and closed the box, and shoved it under my bed.

I wrote my Man, and told him it's here. He was really excited. If he could have, he would have been home straight away. But hey, life first, then play.

All day I talked to friends about it. I was nervous, and scared. Apprehensive about how it would work out. I had built it up so much in my head, what if I don't like it, or my Man, doesn't find it appealing.

I had forgotten some of my chores yesterday, and my Man wasn't happy. When we had a chat at night, he did say, that he will punish for not finishing my chores. He also asked where our little toy is. I explained where I had put it, and he went to search for it.

He told me to pull my pants down, and bend over the sofa, and wait for him. This is hard for me, I feel so exposed, but I complied. As I lay there waiting for him to come back, I was nervous, and wanted to run, and hide.

He came down, sat on the sofa, and patted his leg, indicating for me to climb on, so I did. He started to spank me, and telling me that I have been a naughty girl, that chores have to be done daily, and I shouldn't try to get out of things. As he smacks, he rubs and smacks and rubs, and then he asks me to go and get the spoon. I HATE the spoon, it's horrible, and it leaves little red round lumps on my ass. So I get up and pull my pants up, he says, NO, leave them round your ankles and walk to the kitchen. I'm extremely embarrassed, and put my eyes down, and follow his directions.

He again pats his lap and tells me to climb on, so I do, and he starts to really go to town on my poor red backside, I'm struggling to stay put, and squirm around, and ask him to slow down, but he doesn't, he intensifies, and I am rubbing myself against his leg, and knees, trying to find some relief, but this only defies my mind, as the rubbing is having a whole other effect on me.

Silly me, I'm getting turned on by this. Such a mind boggling sensation.

He stops, and starts to rub my poor sore ass. He rubs and tells me to be good, and try harder, and that he loves me. He lets me up, and asks me to get him some paper and a pen. OH NO, lines are in order, multiple rule break, always comes with lines, sat on my sore backside. So I did my lines, and came back.

He pats his leg again, and I'm not happy, baby I am sorry, really please no more, but he insists, so I climb over, he pulls my pants down, and rubs, and spanks slowly, not hard, it's just the right type of pain, and then I feel it, a cold sensation, and then a little bit of pressure. then a little bit more, and a bit more. I'm moaning and feeling very vulnerable. I feel exposed, and out of control, I try to pull away, and his strong arm, just keeps me in place. He pushed one more time, and I let out a little cry, and its in. He rubs some more, and says BEAUTIFUL, Purple really is your colour.

It was a strange feeling, sort of like an intrusion, but sexy. I felt embarrassed, and hot at the same time. He let me up, and told me, we're going to watch a film, and I'm not to remove it, touch it, or put my pants back on.

I had a whole hour an a half, to sit and ponder, and feel, and go through all sorts of emotions.

Wow, how can a little things like that, cause so many emotions in me.

The film finished, and he gets up, stands in front of me, and lowers his pants, I know what he wants, and I give him that pleasure, he stops me too soon, and draggs me upstairs.

Upstairs, he gently takes me, and starts to caress me, and rub me all over, and kiss me, and then he pulls me on top of him, and I comply. I ride him like never before. All the feelings of waiting, and pondering, and worrying and shame, were gone. It was a most wonderful feeling. Like I had the power to do to him what I wanted, but was reminded that he owned me, with being plugged.

He came all too soon, and I was left wanting, and needing. He looks at me, throws me off him, and on to my back, opens his drawer, and gets my other purple friend out, and proceeds to give me a multiple and extremely intense O.

We were laid in each others arms, and just drifting off to sleep, and he asks me how I feel.

All I could say was :

Satisfiabley satisfied.