I come home from work Friday evening and my boyfriend meets me at my car door.  I���m just getting off the phone with my mom as she explains the details of her surgery and recovery plans.  I���ll be needed a week from Monday to bring her things to the convalescent home.  My dad is home already sitting on the couch falling asleep after a hard day���s work.  He moved in with us a few months ago but hasn���t been able to find a place of his own he can afford on his wages.  I get my kisses and we decide on a movie after a little bit of tension regarding what do you want to see or what do you think I want to see���

We go to see Burlesque and in spite of my crappy mood I���m really cheered up by it.  It was sexy and exciting and fun and I���m so glad SG picked it.  I love when he tells me what he wants to do instead of trying to do what he thinks I want to do.  Our adjustments, as a D/s couple, are tense sometimes but they���ve work out well so far.

The next day we go to his mom���s to help move her to a convalescent home but things don���t go as planned and the beautiful weather is about the best part of the day.  We stop at my favorite hot dog restaurant and celebrate my promotion with a good meal and victorious (for me) game of checkers.  Once at home we shower and change to go to a birthday party for the new VP of our BDSM/Riding Club at a local dungeon.  The party started off a bit slow.  There was a food drive, toy drive and slave auction to raise money for charity.  Then after the cake, SG gave the VP the right to give me some birthday spankings.. get it he gave the VP some birthday spankings.  Anyway, SG stripped me down and tied my hands a mast and spread my feet out to some eye bolts on the platform. 

The VP grabbed my hair and pulled my head back as he let loose his first smack across my ass.  Holy cow, not even a warm up.  That hurt but it sent chills through me like and ice shower.  He scratched something down my back in contrast and slammed his palm into my ass again.  I tried to process the blows as they came but eventually it was too much for me.  I had to ask SG for a stop.  I���m still scared to use safe words thinking that I���ll disappoint everyone if I use them.  But SG knows me well and told it was time to let me process.

SG did not untie me though.  He followed the VP���s spankings with a few kisses and then a soft, heavy flogger across my back.  The hard thumps feel like a deep massage.  They don���t send chills through my body.  Soon I was craving for a more powerful sensation.  The hard leather fringe strips of my motorcycle grips make a wicked and stingy flogger.  It���s one of my favorites and now when I try to recall the order of sensations I���m not sure if this was next but I know this was used.  I remember feeling the sting almost too much to bear but the intensity of the chills was bringing me to the brink of orgasm.  I remember he told me my hands had gone cold and untied me.  I held onto the mast and turn as he asked.

Biting, scraping, soft fur, punching, were some sensations I remember.  I saw a crop, a dragon tongue, the rubber flogger.  I remember asking for the paddle across my ass.  I have the bruises to remember that for sure.  The crop and his firm grip should have been torture to my breasts but it only aroused me.  Mostly I remember SG holding my face and kissing my check, asking me ���Are you ready to cum now?���

���yes Sir��� I spoke the obvious.

���Then cum��� he commanded and I collapsed into his arms as I shuttered and felt my embarrassment run down my legs. 

I knew there were several people watching us play.  I want to show off but I am not proud of the extra pounds that I���ve gained and I have always felt that orgasm is a very intimate moment.  To come in front of other people is still a part of my exhibitionism that I don���t celebrate.  I hid my face in SG���s  shoulder until he could give me a towel.  Then I busied myself with the cleanup and other duties so I could continue to avert my attention from the onlookers.

Once I was dressed and our station was clean, I rushed off to the restroom to fix my hair and makeup.  I���m always told to be proud but its times like this when I���m happy to be near sided and blind to peoples faces.  I think this has much to do with the issues in my last post about judgment but oh well,  I had a great time and now we could enjoy the rest of the party.  But it was late and there was an early ride in the morning.

We got home and once in bed, SG let me know that he needed a blow job or something after our play.  I started to suck his cock but quickly realized that I wanted to feel him inside me.  I didn���t even ask but climbed on top of him.  He laughed at me and told me to ride his cock like a good slut.  I came hard again and again until I was exhausted.  Then he turned me over and doggy styled his way home.  The morning alarm rang early.