Diary of a Kinky Librarian

I’ve gotten to see a lot of MasterDoc this week, which I’ve been really enjoying. The evenings have been spent hanging out together and getting up to no good. *grin* Tuesday and Wednesday night were very different evenings, however.

I wasn’t feeling particularly horny on Tuesday night and we toyed all evening with the idea of fucking or not. MasterDoc mentioned that I needed a beating and that maybe he’d get to it the following night. I commented that the beating didn’t have to wait until the following night. I was feeling emotional and a bit down and I hoped that a beating would help me feel better.

MasterDoc secured me, face down, on the bed with the underbed restraints. He started in right away, first with his hands then with implements. And it was painfully clear right away that my pain tolerance was down. I could barely take what he was dishing out. I moaned and cried out, hoping that my cries would cause him to back off a little. He didn’t, he kept pushing me until I finally broke down and begged, “Please stop! Please stop!” and burst into tears. He stopped and soothed me, getting me to calm down and breathe more slowly. I found that I couldn’t really stop shedding tears even after I had calmed down. He released me from the bonds and lay next to me. I couldn’t look up, I kept burying my face in my hands or arms or the bed. I’m not sure exactly what I was feeling. I didn’t feel that he was out of line. I didn’t feel traumatized. I just needed to cry (and my pain tolerance was down so it all HURT so much). I didn’t feel an endorphin rush nor especially like it was cathartic but I think on some levels it was very cathartic. I slept well and I felt absolutely fine the next day.

Last night was a very different evening. I was calm and affectionate and in a totally different mood than the night before. We headed off to the bedroom to fuck and I tried watching porn over MasterDoc’s shoulder (there’s got to be a better way to set up the laptop in that room so we can both see the porn. I end up contorting myself to watch it.) He turned to me at one point, and asked why I don’t start masturbating when I’m around him. I told him that I figured I should wait for permission to touch myself. He declared that I should feel free to start masturbating when around him and the mood strikes me. And so I did. I also sucked his cock for a little while.

After a bit, he had me get my nea and archer wand. This looked promising! He had me play with the nea, and he got down close to see exactly how I use it on myself. He commented on how I pull the clitoral hood back and place the tip of the nea directly on my clit. I rub it back and forth as it vibrates. When I was well warmed up he put some lube on the archer wand and had me insert it into myself. He took control of the wand while I continued the vibrator on my clit. He jiggled the wand against my g-spot and in no time I was begging to come. He had me ride the edge, keep myself really close, really close, but not coming. Finally he told me to come and that wand felt so amazing inside me - the hard glass unyielding when my vaginal muscles contracted.  I came, and came. When my ecstacy would wane a little he’d tell me, “Come, cunt! That’s it, come!” and I would roll back into orgasm again. He really let me come for a long time last night. I squirted a big puddle on the bedsheets.

We fucked for a while and he let me come again, burying his cock deep inside me as I came. As he fucked me I felt the burning desire to be fucked up the ass. Why I didn’t say as much, I have no idea. As we lay down afterwards, he asked if I’m a lucky girl. “Yes, Sir, I’m a very lucky girl.” And, surprisingly, for the first time, he said that he’s a lucky guy. Awww. I’m still smiling from that comment.

**I keep linking to the toys I’ve gotten from Babeland that I use because they really rock! Seriously, you should get them (via my links of course!)