An exquisitely painful Tuesday. By jack.

Have you ever truly CRAVED someone, NEEDED someone so badly that every fiber of your being ached to feel that person with every part of your body, to feel their heat, to smell their smell, to do whatever it might take to be closer to that person in some way or another? Have you ever loved someone so much that you’d do anything for them? Have you ever been loved and accepted, despite all your deviant desires and faults, unconditionally?

Have you ever given your whole physical and mental and emotional self to another man? Have you ever needed to be the taker of his pain or not being able to wait to see the marks he lovingly makes on your skin? Have you ever just swooned at the certain look in a man’s eyes when you make him proud, to see that grin spread across his face because you allowed him to take you past your perceived limits?

Well, I have, and I do. Master has (and had) a very busy travel schedule right now at work. A quick flight back home, a turnover of laundry and suitcases in under 18 hours and then back to the airport by midday. Work is not slowing for any of us right now. As Master’s flight got closer to home, we texted back and forth all morning. He was able to catch an earlier flight, which meant he’d be home before I got off of work. As I got the notification on my phone that his plane had landed, I could feel my Master was physically closer to me than he had been for the last week or so.

As soon as I could, I was leaving work in a frenzy. I got to Master’s house as fast as I could and as I waited for his driveway gate to open, I could not wait to park my car behind his so the chain collar could lock around my neck and the day’s clothes could come off as I transitioned to my house uniform. From the driveway I saw Master through the window in his office working, so I knew I had a bit and stopped at the mirror to quickly to admire the shine of a titanium work of art covering a dick that no longer belongs to this slave. I grinned as the light reflected off the chain and lock around my neck. (I may have taken mental note of the results of the workout plan Master has put me on as well).

I went up to the office and Master turned to look at me and I melted. “Come here, boy,” he said in his sexy drawl. The cage immediately filled as I kneeled in front of my Master. I took in his face, his eyes, his smell as I nuzzled my head between his legs and squeezed my arms around his body. I felt electricity as his hands grabbed me. We talked about the day. We talked about our upcoming busy schedules. We just “were” with each other for just a bit. He told me to take my place as he had a few more work emails to write and, since he had started the laundry, I was still free for a bit.

Under the desk, I removed his shoes, socks, and pants. I rubbed his tight (fucking sexy) muscles. I heard him breathe heavily as I worked away the stress from his day of travel. I licked every fucking inch of him that I could reach from my post there under the desk. Master, finished with work, sat in the floor and I sat on his lap with my legs wrapped around him. In our place we talked for a bit. I asked if I could take his pain, as I had missed him on his trip and the soreness and marks were beginning to fade.

“How much pain and how many hits?” He asked. It would be four days until I’d get to see him again, 100 hard hits for each day seemed reasonable. He agreed. For each hundred, I’d earn a kiss. We both beamed at this proposition, but he looked tired. He asked if my feelings would be hurt if we took a nap first. Not that it really mattered and not that he had to ask, but I sometimes find Master can’t put aside his Southern charm and grace his Mamma taught him, so he just works it into his orders. I will admit, I was thrilled to be able to rest with him for a bit. We went upstairs. I undressed my Master and turned down the bed. He patted the bed beside him and said, “Come here, slave.” I readily jumped on the bed.

Master pulled me close into his chest. We wrapped our arms around each other. We both prop do this quirky leg to the side thing when we sleep (it’s a ginger thing), so it conveniently, perfectly entwines our legs. Literally wrapped in my Masters body, we rested, we slept. My head rested against his broad chest and his rhythmic breathing and rhythm of his heartbeat had me drifting off to sleep.

Master woke me with his hand deep in my mouth. What an amazing fucking way to wake up. He held up the blanket which I know is my signal to start at his feet and work my way up his body. And that, I did. I massaged stiff muscles, I licked him with my tongue. My mind transitioning to a place of service to MY Master. I mapped every square inch of his body with my hands and tongue…every fucking inch, back to front, bottom to top, starting as his feet. I took in all of my Master with all of my senses. Fuck! My balls ached and pulsed into a nice purple color as my brain slipped even further into my Master’s pleasure, combining with a feeling of wanting to please him, love him, and bring both of your levels of horniness to somewhere around 7,000+.

I’d like to think I was successful in my task. His thick, leaking cock bounced with his heartbeat, as did my own cage. I looked him in the eyes, maintaining contact as I massaged his head. I get to see his face and mind relax at times like this. A treat reserved for very few others. Goddamnit, if that doesn’t make me hotter than most any other thing in this world. As I sat rubbing my plugged hole against his leaking dick, I was in ecstasy. He told me how proud I make him, how impressed he is that I carry his plug basically 24/7. He told me how proud he would be when I went past limits today with the 400 hits we had decided on.

I assumed the position as instructed. There was no choice of implements this time. Only the pain stick. As master administered the spanking, the rubber stick left amazing stinging marks across the slave’s ass, his legs, his chest, his back, his shoulders. My body was covered in the beautifully painful, aching, burning red marks as proof that my Master loved me. I wanted to ask him to stop several times before the pain session was complete, but I know he watches me closely. He knows when I’m pushing limits, and he knows when I am in such a place that I can’t make a rational decision to tell him to stop. I wasn’t there yet, and we both knew I could take more. The 50 extra hard hits were scattered throughout the session. As the hits landed on my body, I heard the Steelwerks plug rattle, I heard my Master grunt in approval. He told me I could take more, and I knew that he wouldn’t take me to a place that would cause harm. I leaned into the pain. I pushed past limits. I got that sweaty, horny, sappy feeling that I get when I’m blowing past my perceived limits.

When he finished, I felt the warm red marks, and this titanium dick leaked, as did my Master’s. He admired the marks on my body. He touched them, he licked them. He was proud of our work. He sat in the floor and we went to our place. I earned four kisses that afternoon, and goddamnit, they were amazing. We held each other. We rested into each other. At this point we were laying on the floor. I wanted to be closer to my Master. I couldn’t help but grind against him. Master turned me on my side, and I felt his fingers slide inside of my. Filling my hole, Making the plug go deeper, and I swear the plug grew in size, as well. We discussed the fact that he owns every fucking part of me, and I loved him more, wanted to be closer to him, wanted him inside me more. The energy between us what hot, sweaty, and tow leaking dicks were making quite a stringy, lovely mess, bonding us together.

Throughout the whole afternoon, I had several near orgasms, mental ones. They make me shake, they make me have that “afterglow” feeling, and they just make me fall more in love and want to do all kinds of new dirty things with this man that absolutely makes me and my life better. Though it’s always only one real orgasm for two people, we both get what is appropriate for our roles in our relationship and this afternoon was just absolute proof.