The State Fair ~ Smutober Day 4

Dear Diary,

We went to the state fair today!

Walking around, holding my hand, Master was so good to me! He won me this really huge teddy bear playing one of the games.

The whole time he was playing the game he was telling this carnival guy he should just give me the bear for a blowjob it would be less expensive for him. Of course Master was the only sort of joking with him.

The whole time I am standing there blushing, my face is crimson red and I can’t stop smiling and giggling.

It was humiliating and HOT! I was so wet by the time we walked away from the game I was thankful for my long socks to sop up the juices running down my thigh.

Which was only made worse at the end when Master tells the guy we’ll be back at the end of the night to collect the bear and he can collect on the blowjob then if he wants.

Sooo embarrassing and oh so damn hot!

Then…

I feel a tug on my hand, he’s already moving towards a ride and pulling on my hand to follow him. I’m stopped right there staring up at the top of the Ferris wheel. Scared to my core.

It had to be written all over my face, perhaps I was ghostly white, whatever the case may be, he seen it for sure. He stepped in front of me, took hold of my other hand, holding them both up he kissed the backs of my hands sending a little shiver of arousal through me.

He has my attention now, I’m looking directly into his gorgeous blue eyes. That devilish sparkle is still there, but I feel so much love. He pulls me close to him, holding me tight to him, his mouth to my ear so I can hear him over all the noise.

He began talking to me – my slave there is nothing for you to be afraid of, I am your Master and I will protect you. I love you, my girl, you can conquer this fear with my help. Come along with me girl, follow me, slave, as you have promised, with an open mind, knowing you are always safe with me.

My choice was clear now, I could beg mercy from him, or I can follow him onto the Ferris wheel. I won’t be punished if I beg for mercy, but I cannot bring myself to.

So, I follow master as he buys two tickets each for us, and goes to the end of the line. We don’t speak in line, he just holds my hand lightly giving me a reassuring grip once in a while. It’s our turn now, we walk up and Master has me sit first, then he sits beside me. Never letting go of my hand the entire time. The ride operator locks us in and reminds us to not rock and keep all our body in the little bucket.

The Ferris wheel began moving forward, stopping letting passengers off and then on. Each time it moved I wanted to scream, I was clutching Master’s hand tighter. He started talking to me at this point. Reminding me that I am safe, that there is nothing to be afraid of.

I’m all tensed up though. I just want it all to be over with and tell Master so. He just laughed at me. Laughed! Before I could even begin to get upset Master stopped laughing, looked me right in the eye and said girl, that is enough!

About that time is when the Ferris wheel had us almost at the top and began moving the normal ride. I just stared at Master, inside I was freaking out and I guess he likely knew that as well from what he said to me next.

My sweet slave, I cannot have you afraid of heights, so it will stop today. I want you to spread your legs a bit, reach into your skirt, and touch yourself for me. I want to see you cum slave… I think my jaw must have dropped as his next words were – I can stuff that mouth if you don’t close it now. 

Well diary, I did cum, and quite loudly. I think that everyone on the ride and on the ground heard me as some were clapping, and others were saying congrats to my Master as we walked off the ride at the end.

On the walk to get my bear, I was burning red with embarrassment. Which was only getting worse with every step as I could smell my own arousal.

I was frantically wondering if others could smell it as well when Master tugged at my hand bringing it to his mouth, lightly kissing the tops of my fingers, then he licked my fingers. Licked them!

Of course, then he just had to say it – I can smell you, slave, I simply had to taste you as well.

I’m so tired, even a little sore from the day’s activities. Oh, my dear diary, I’ll have to write you later about picking up the bear…

Night night!

Smutober 2017 – Day 4 – Fair
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Watching from the Door – Smutober Day 2

Image edited by Michael Samadhi
from Bound Gang Bangs (Pom Pom Girl gets Gang Banged by Basketball Coach and Team) starring Emma Haize.
Story by Michael Samadhi and Sinnjara Samadhi

Watching from the Door – Smutober Day 2

The old abandoned factory Master found was perfect for their fantasy. She’d been blindfolded and left kneeling on the cold concrete floor. Hands tied behind her back. She’d given her Master consent for this scene weeks ago. Every day since she wondered when it would happen. If it would happen. Now it’s here. And she’s ready. 

Squirming, breathing, testing the rope binding her wrists. Feeling an intoxicating mix of fear and anticipation. Knowing there will be more than one man coming for her tonight…. Breathing deeply of the dank, stale air, she tries to control her fear. Yet, excitement coursed through her. Her face was wet from tears, but her cunt was just as wet as the blindfold.

Time has stopped, or so it seems. It could be racing by for all she knew. Down here in the factory basement, it wasn’t like the sun would have given her clues anyway. But, the damned blindfold, everything was black. Her brain was getting weird, fuzzy. The tears have stopped too. At least the blindfold was drying off. She concentrates on listening for clues as to what will happen next. Fears of unknowns still haunt her.

Why did she have to tell him this fantasy? Why did he always have to twist things so she wouldn’t know for sure what would happen?  “It has to be MY way,” he told her time and again. She fucking loved him for it. Except when she hated him.

Frustrated to be left like this, anger beginning to rise, there’s no choice but to let emotions go. She screams loudly, “JUST GET IT OVER WITH!” Words echo off the cold cement walls. There’s no reply. Not a voice, not even a whisper. She listens intently, but not even the sound of shuffling feet can be heard. The dank air doesn’t stir. The scream still echoes in her ears. She feels alone. And, in feeling so alone, she also feels small. So very small.

Her imagination takes over. Fear and excitement building still, all at once together. Finally, she hears footsteps and several voices coming close…

I also created an unofficial Smutober entry for “door” based upon a wonderful quote – The door is there…

TMI Tuesday: September 19, 2017

Sinnjara’s 1st TMI Tuesday (with notes by Michael)

1. Why would you go to a therapist?
a. You need support
b. You want to take responsibility for your life’s outcomes?
c. You need guidance and to be told what to do 

A- Support and help with working through past trauma
Michael – I’m glad you didn’t say C – that’s what I’m for…

2. Thinking of the main male lover in your life, what is sex for him:
a. stress relief, tension reliever
b. a way to show love
c. something exciting he likes to do

D- All of the above and MORE!
Michael – ladies and gentlemen hold your cards, we’ve got a BINGO…

3. Do you feel a partner is being invasive for wanting to know your plans and inner thoughts?

My particular relationship is a Master/slave style leaning more into Owner/possession. With that in mind, no I do not feel that my Master is being invasive when he wants to know these things. If anything, I find it appealing and a show of love from him.
Michael – ding ding ding ding ding – we’ve got a winner!

4. In your opinion, what is intimate sharing?

Opening up to one another about everything, the good, the bad, the ugly and more. The sum of your emotions, thoughts, and experiences shared without fear or concern of the other using it in some way to hurt or harm you.
Michael – And here I thought intimate sharing was when I loaned you out to my friends! 😉

5. Would you enjoy a weekend by yourself, without the company of your partner? Where would you go? What would you do?

I could enjoy a weekend without the company of my Master, I choose not to. I would likely go camping away from everyone and everything deep in the woods. The place doesn’t matter so much. I enjoy being in the woods, listening to the sounds of nature throughout the day, bird watching, stars at night, the songbirds in the morning. No traffic, no sirens, and leave the electronics at home.
Michael – sounds almost like paradise, but where are the screams, the sound of a whip cracking, the begging, betcha you’d miss those…

Bonus: Would you buy an outfit that you love, knowing that your partner will hate it? Then would you wear it as well?

I most certainly would buy an outfit he would hate, only so that I could enjoy the look in his eyes as he promises to cut it off of me.
Michael – sharpens his knife… clothes are just so unnecessary….

TMI Tuesday blog

Quote of the Day | 8-3-17

Anxiety and desire are two, often conflicting, orientations to the unknown. Both are tilted toward the future. Desire implies a willingness, or a need, to engage this unknown, while anxiety suggests a fear of it. Desire takes one out of oneself, into the possibility or relationship, but it also takes one deeper into oneself. Anxiety turns one back on oneself, but only onto the self that is already known.

Mark Epstein

Open to Desire: Embracing a Lust for Life - Insights from Buddhism and Psychotherapy