Yesterdays fun

So, I have a corset obsession. On my own, not involving or relating to Master, really. He doesn't complain, but I have them because I enjoy them, not because he does, if that makes sense.

The kind of obsession that makes me go "Hrmm, I think I'm going to go grab the on of the overbusts and wear it for the evening at home." So here I am minding my own business in the pretty purple corset (or rather, we play the Scrabble on the new board he bought me), taking a break every so often to pull my laces in tighter since it's a bitch to quickly tighten down on myself. After the game I ask him to do the bottom set for me as my last pull down since I was letting to much slack back in. He does, getting the gap about even throughout the entire back, and then promptly decides to tighten the entire corset further. Which was awesome and made me an instantly (more) soaked girl.

Of course this leads to me whimpering and squirming, with some 'Oh God, can we PLEASE go upstairs?'

Masters response? "You know if we go upstairs you're going to get beat, right?"

Me: "Why?"
Master: "Because you deserve it."
Me: "But I didn't do anything!" (true, corset alone doesn't even hit the 'girl is being a tease and slut clothing it up' radar, that would require at least adding on stockings and heels)
Master: "..."
Me: "Oh, does that just translate to you want to beat her?"
Master: "Yup"

So I stay there on his lap and snuggly and then:

Master: "You know you're just delaying the inevitable?"

So we go upstairs (Well, Master went outside to smoke first)... and Master starts pulling things out from their stashing spots. First things first, I get rolled onto my belly in our bed. A ball gag is put into my mouth, and Master starts with wrapping rope around my wrists then back to my ankles. I am compliant, because well, I like rope and know he's not that good at it, especially if I'm wriggling or squirming. With few mishaps (I had to work the gag out once to tell him he HAD to loosen up the ankle ties, they were killing circulation) I was a tied and gagged girl. And Master had a rubber flogger.

Now, I like oww. I do. I even like the stingy thwap of the little rubber strands, but this starts to burn after a while, and feel like... I don't know. At a certain point anything that's been hit starts to feel like you fell on concrete and skinned yourself. Not the initial pain you feel with a skinned knee, but the feeling afterward where your skin is going crazy trying to assess the damage, and every time you touch it it feels like a couple hundred needles were jabbed in the area. Now when what's touching it is a couple hundred little rubber strings... shudder. Squishy, squealing girly mess, especially since that was about the time he decided to start hitting me sharply with it, where instead of flailing the strands out it was a more solid thump surrounded by a few single strands of pain. Add in that my flesh was pushed and slightly stretched because this was concentrated on my shoulders and butt just a bit past the corset with some partial 'flip the slut over so I can get a shot on her upper breasts and thighs' instances... Yummy.

Master of course decided this was a good day to document some fun, so was taking pictures off and on. So you have three of my big turn ons combined (corsets, bondage, exhibitionism/humiliation) even before the gag gets pulled out so Master can put his cock in my mouth.

I'm not going to get into the actual sex. Not really sure how he'd take me describing in detail online, but we'll end with I got untied, a cock in my mouth, then balls in my mouth, and finally sex before I pulled off the corset. And later in the evening after we were done with the big fun stuff, anal.

This is rather tame, but the combination of things I love that managed to get involved made it a massively fun time, and I think Master enjoyed not having to pin me down after a few hits (hey, I like pain but that doesn't mean I'm going to stay still for it!).

Anyone else have an awesome fun time recently?