I know you didn’t expect me to post since I said I was taking a break. Don’t get too excited. I don’t plan to be gone long, but I’m not back yet. This blog is still technically on hiatus, but Master insisted that I finish my story about our play on Sunday, so here it is…. If you need to read part one yet, it’s here.

My tightly bound breasts were turning red and aching, the stinging rubber flogger/crop was torturing my breasts. Master’s smile told me he was having a great time. I pitched and squirmed as the stinging pain zapped my tits, little red bloodspots began forming, and turning darker and I was feeling a warm tingly sensation all over.

Master stopped and untied me; keeping contact with my body he undid my bound breasts and directed me down onto the cushion on the floor in front of the couch. “Down, kneel,” and I did. My big round ass was up for him to spank; one of his favorite activities. We have this new plastic flat backed brush that he began warming my butt with. I was lost in my feelings, the sting shocking and then warming between swats.

The fits of squirming were part involuntary but I have to admit I do enjoy wiggling in front of him. He didn’t appreciate my tease much however, and frequently spanked a little harder and scowled at my moving. He cooed that my ass was nice and red and I was certain that was the case as it was hot and tingly. I sure love spankings.

Master changed gears once more and had me sit on the sofa, my legs spread wide. He pulled out some new little clips we got from a certain National Book Store. He placed almost all of them on my pussy lips and inside of my thighs. That wasn’t going to be all though as he again picked up the rubber flogger/crop and began tapping my clip filled pussy. Intense pain began to build as he increased his swats, the clips tugging and pulling at my flesh with each stinging impact. I wriggled and squirmed, for which I was fiercely directed to place my hands above my head and not move them. More and more he went, only one clip gave way but I hoped and prayed that more would release their pinching.

No luck. He stopped and began the slow task of taking the clips off. My goodness it was painful and I wanted to have him stop or go faster, I couldn’t decide. It was delicious. We cuddled and relaxed for a bit while I came down from my floaty feeling. I felt so loved and secure, so cared for. Master just held me.

“You were so good slut. What a good girl.” And I believed him; I truly knew that he saw in me the power that he holds on me.

He asked for a blowjob as a thank you for play and I said yes. I was in any mood that I’d do anything he asked for. I kneeled once again in front of his cock and took him into my mouth. The following blowjob is foggy but I really enjoyed myself and I know Master did too. It felt right, and as his cum coated my breasts I need he was sated. We relaxed just a bit more and then I went to clean up and he picked up the toys.

That wasn’t to be the end of our playtime however. After dinner and relaxation, Master started touching me again, telling me he’d love anal sex and I didn’t say no. We crawled back into bed together, playing with each other. He brought me to orgasm twice and fucked me while playing with my asshole. Master worked my ass, stretching me for him. When I was ready he pressed his dick into me. It was good and dirty all at the same time. I always feel like a slut when Master takes my ass. Mmmm.

We collapsed in exhaustion and curled up to each other. One fulfilling day, exhausting and wonderful.