I confess to many failed attempts at blogging in the past. I always begin with good intentions, posting every day for a while. Then my writings begin to dwindle in frequency, until finally, after three, maybe four days, they stop all together. But this blog marks a new beginning – a new page in my life on which I will write all. In the interest of doing so, I’m not going to be sharing this journal with any of my “real life” acquaintances.
I titled this blog “Naked” because in it I will be just that - bare before the cyber world for all to see. I intend to chronicle my life as it is, with all the nitty-gritty details of the day-to-day living that make up my existence. This includes the sexual aspects of my reality, so be warned. At present they are quite prominent in my life involving a wonderful 53-year-old (yes, there’s a bit of an age gap, I am aware) man that I recently met through yahoo chat.
One final note: Despite being an English major, I possess the spelling skills of the average American third grader, so please don’t judge me, at least not by that…
I made a promise to my Domination/Submission master that I would start a blog, writing about our sexual exploits of the day, so here it goes…
Day One: The Baseball Bat.
I’ll begin with a brief introduction to my master’s and my situation. Master introduced me to D/S. Before he told me, I didn’t even know what the abbreviation stood for! Now I am his submissive teenie (I’m 18 ) in training and loving every minute of it. This is our story.
We met online through yahoo chat only four days ago, but it feels like it’s been months. Unfortunately, we’re a bit geographically challenged. There is also a bit of an age gap between us. He is 53-years-old and I am 18, but we don’t care. To the contrary, we both find it quite the turn on. Today we talked online for nearly 13 hours during which time I came three times. Let me tell you how.
It began with a small baseball bat – the souvenir type not meant for actually playing ball. It’s made of wood and is about two feet long and two inches thick. On the base is a knob about two-and-a-half fingers in diameter. On it is engraved “The Detroit Tigers.” This is the first object my master decided to have me shove up my tight teen pussy.
Master had me stand with the bat balanced upright on my leather executive’s office chair in my dorm room and ease myself down onto it, first rubbing the knob against my hole to get it nice and lubricated with the fuckjuices that were already seeping out of me from talking to him (just his voice can get me wet) before putting more pressure on it. I used my weight, wiggling and pressing down increasingly harder until I felt the end of the baseball bat pop into my cunt. Carefully, I slid down onto it, burying the knob deeper and deeper inside of me until it was at least 7 inches in. It felt as if I had a fist stuffed inside my pussy. I clenched and released my vagina a few times, really feeling it there, before my master told me to start moving it in and out. It wasn’t long before I came for the first time that evening, creaming all over my bat.
At that point I told my master that I needed to feel really full – to have my pink teen pussy totally stretched. He agreed that this was necessary for my training as his sub slut and allowed me to use the thick end of the baseball bat. It wasn’t too difficult working it in since I was dripping fuckjuices from my orgasm minutes before, but it was still a bit painful being stretched that wide. He told me to keep going though and I trust my master with all my heart and do whatever he tells me to, so I did. Sure enough, it began to feel better inside of me and in a few minutes it felt so good I was pumping it in and out of my cunt, moaning and groaning, imagining it to be my master’s huge, rock hard cock. Again I came all over my bat.
Now it was my asshole’s turn to be fucked, but my pussy couldn’t bare to be left alone. Thankfully, master understood and allowed me to replace the bat with a relatively thick, round hairbrush handle to satisfy my still hungry pussy’s needs while I moved the bat to my ass. Getting the knob into my tight hole took time and effort. I had to repeatedly re-lube the area with juices from my cunt, rub my clit to help myself relax, and listen to my master’s soothing words and instructions. Finally though I felt it pop in past my first anal ring. Again I had to relax, my ass simply too tight to take such a big ball. With more pressure and time, we worked it past the 2nd ring and into my anal canal. It felt huge. Once more I felt pain at first, but it eased as my master assured me it would (he’s always right about these things) and it wasn’t long before I was able to slowly twist and push myself down farther onto the bat until the knob was buried deep inside my asshole.
With both the bat and the hairbrush in me, I felt unbelievably full. They were squeezed so tightly together that when I moved one in and out slowly, gently, the other moved in and out as well, so that I was working both my holes in unison. It felt amazing. Needless to say I soon came hard and long.
Throughout it all, Master and I listened to each other moaning and masturbating over yahoo voice chat. He could hear my chair squeaking and rocking as I rode the bat, the sound of my soaking wet pussy sloshing, and my moans, groans, and cries as I came closer and closer to climaxing. I in turn listened to the sound of his hand jerking his pre-cum covered cock, which got me so hot. Both of us had to be careful to keep quiet, as I am in my dorm room surrounded by nosey neighbors and his daughter was asleep in another room. I found that made our encounter all the more exciting.
Tomorrow will bring a new meeting, a new tool for masturbation, and then a new blog entry describing it. Please leave me any advice you can on how to improve my writing!
Thanks,
Piper