Did everyone have a fabulous New Years Eve? I did. Started with getting all dressed up, and going out to dinner at a fancy restaurant with Master and his family. Delicious food (gnocchi verde...fucking yum), and excellent company. After dinner, we had to change before going to a New Years party at a local bar to see a local band, so we stopped at Master's parent's place. Of course, being the sexual beings we are, things got a little, um, shall we say heated, in the car. Master and I both have a fascination with the 1950s and pin-ups and cars and everything, and I happened to be wearing a 50s style, black, low cut dress, with pearl necklace and earrings, black pantyhose, with my hair done up like Marilyn Monroe, with just a trace of the red lace bra I was wearing peeking out from the top of the dress, and a leather jacket. Needless to say, Master didn't need much persuasion form me, but I like to tease, so I played it up the entire drive to the house, biting my finger, and batting my lashes, the whole nine yards. When we pulled into the driveway, Master was in full Dominant mode, and told me to carry the left over food into the house. I graciously did as I was told, while still playing it up and sashaying the entire way in my black pumps. Master told me to take off my jacket and sweater, and to follow him.
When we got to the stairs, Master made me walk ahead of him. I took the opportunity to use my assets to their full advantage, swaying my hips and sticking my ass out. Needless to say, this got Master's undivided attention, and he rewarded me with a swift slap on both ass cheeks to hurry me along. Once in his room, Master told me to undress him. He helped along the way, but had me fold and hang his suit on the hanger. Once Master was completely undressed, I asked permission to undress as well. He conceded, and helped me out of my dress, and smirked as he watched me struggle out of my pantyhose, bra, and panties. Once I was completely naked except for the pearls at my throat, Master commanded me to drop to me knees and suck him off. I gladly did what I was told. You see, some women don't like giving blowjobs, but I find that with my Master I honestly enjoy it. It makes me feel powerful that I can do that to the man that is in control of me. I enjoy his taste and smell, and the look in his eyes when I look up at him from my knees with his magnificent cock in my mouth. I sucked and sucked, and then before he came, Master ordered me to stop and stand, bent over the bed. I did as I was told, knowing what was coming. He picked up a plastic hanger from the floor, and asked if I was ready. I replied "Yes, Sir", and he made the first swing, followed swiftly by a second and third. He was not holding back, and although it hurt to the point that it took my breath away, I loved it. Master then caressed my stinging ass cheek with the hanger and told me that if I took one more good hard stroke, he would fuck me like I wanted. I replied, "If it would please you, Sir" and braced myself for the final blow. Although I could tell that the last strike was harder than the others combined, I didn't feel as much pain because of the beautiful anticipation of what came next. Master threw down the now broken hanger, and impaled me with his amazingly large hard cock. Over and over again he drove it into me, as he caressed my now bleeding ass cheek. When Master was close to cumming, he yanked me down to my knees so that he could blow his load in my mouth like he likes it. So delicious, and all mine. When he finished, he continued to fuck me until he rewarded me with two orgasms for my endurance with the hanger. When we both finished, my kind hearted Master took me to the bathroom and stroked my bleeding welts with a cool wet cloth and kissed my shoulders and neck, and told me how much he loved me and what a good girl I was. He felt really badly about making me bleed, and was very attentive and apologetic for the rest of the evening. I was really fine, and honestly enjoyed having a mark from my Master. Almost like a brand that I am his and he is mine.
You see, my Master is not a 24/7 dominant, and I am not his 24/7 slave. We both have two sides to ourselves that we both love and enjoy. We are the kinky fucked up Master and slave, and also two very kind caring individuals that love each other very much. We pick on each other, and act like goofballs together. We are each others best friends. I feel like I need to make this clear so that none of you are thinking that this is, in any way, an abusive relationship. It's not. We are both consenting adults in every aspect of our relationship, and we have safe words in place that are to be used if one of us goes too far. We love each other completely, and respect each other, and trust each other enough to have a healthy conventional relationship, and a healthy BDSM relationship.
The rest of our evening was spent driving around, walking through Walmart, eating at Denny's, and just talking and enjoying each others company. When Master dropped me off at home, I had him check my bruised ass. He was astounded that the bruise was as big as it was, and again felt bad for it. I told him that I actually do like having his mark on my body, and he seemed to be ok with it. Now, to explain the "bacon tattoo" title to this post. This morning, I again checked the progress of the bruise, and to my surprise and chagrin, each welt looked literally like a tattoo of a piece of bacon. The stripes of blue and red and black look exactly like a cooked piece of bacon. I sent Master a picture of it, and we both had a good laugh from it. Since I know you're reading this Master, my bacon ass is a little sore, but that's all :) I'll talk to you later, Master, and I'll talk to the rest of you in my next post.
Peace, Love, and Pain,
Slave
