Ragoczy and his kitten- Sunday Night
Sunday night I was in the lobby chat room and Sir was in the shower. He came out of the shower and joined me briefly in the chat room. Noting that I was answering questions he felt worthy of being answered he did not immediately send me off to shower and “ get ready” (our code speak for get ready for a scene as I tend to at times need a few moments to clear my mind of any distractions). During this time I asked Sir in the chat room window what we were going to be doing and he asked “Do you really want me to share that here?” My response was that I would be thrilled yet embarrassed by that. Once there came a point a few minutes later where I could tear away I took off for the shower, before Sir even directed me to!
The following takes place over a period of about two hours.
In the shower, I did all the regular shower things as well as clear my mind since I’d just been discussing the possibility of topping someone else. One thing I definitely don’t need while in scene with Sir is to be thinking about being on the other end! Sometimes, clearing my mind is the longest part of my getting ready, on this evening it was like flicking a light switch.
Where I find Sir when I exit the bathroom determines where and how I am to place myself. Because I found him reclined on the bed which he had prepared by clearing the regular bedding and placing the comforter we specifically use for scenes with one leg straight out and the other bent at the knee with his foot flat I on the bed, I climbed onto the bed and “submitted”. To do that, I kneel near his foot, bend over with my hands at the small of my back, kiss his foot, then place my forehead on his foot. The kiss on the foot was not a requirement that he gave me but because, even in scene, I am free to express my love for him I added that on my own and he has not told me it displeased him.
Sir was writing in his small leather wrapped notebook in which he keeps notes for scenes as well as tracks progress on my training. He waited a few moments then asked me, “Whose are you?” I gave the expected and truthful answer of “Yours, Sir.” He then told me to work my way up his leg. From prior experience I know he means for me to use my mouth from there to Simon (not a weird name for a penis if you think of the game “Simon Says”). I began licking, kissing, nibbling, nuzzling and biting my way up his leg. I then began teasing Simon. Teasing is a delicate art when Sir and I are sceneing as I must gauge his reactions to be sure that the teasing is pleasing him and increasing his arousal. Once I saw the shift in his body’s response that told me it was time, I took Simon into my mouth. First I took him as deeply as I can from that angle then I pulled off somewhat and massaged him with my tongue. Once he has finished writing in his notebook, Sir put his hand on the back of my head and clasped my hair giving slight tension on it. GAWDS I love it when he does that!!! He then took my right wrist and placed it on his chest, rubbed it gently for a moment and placed the leather cuff which has fur lining and is reinforced with metal on my wrist snuggly. He followed that same procedure with my left wrist. He allowed me to work on Simon for a while longer before touching his heart and telling me “Come here”.
I released Simon and pulled myself up to snuggle against his chest, putting my left leg over him and then folding it along his leg and placing as much of my skin into contact with his in the manner that pleases him. He told me those things that thrill me to my absolute core. He whispered to me of his love for me and how he values me. I won’t repeat those words here as there are some things which are too treasured by me to be shared with anyone else, and his words to me are one of those. When I joke around with my friends about the fact that I married Sir for the sex I’m keeping to myself that it’s this very portion of our sex life that leaps to the forefront of my mind and that I would have been bereft without. So, if you ever hear me say to someone that I married my Sir for the sex, you all now know the hidden truth I’m speaking of, and now Sir does as well. He then told me that rather than him telling the chat room what our exploits were going to be, on Monday, I would be describing them for the benefit of those we were chatting with. YEEP!!! Is that a “Punishing reward” or a “Rewarding punishment”??
Sir then instructed me to stand up. He repositioned himself as to be sitting on the edge of the bed and indicated to me that I should place myself over his knee. He always rubs me and strokes me before beginning to spank me and this night was no different. He then asked me, “Do you know why I’m spanking you?” Well, it’s most likely for his pleasure but as he does not always ask this I take a stab that maybe it was for putting him on the spot and asking him what we would be doing this evening in the chat room. He said “No”. Therefore I knew the answer and spoke it, “Because it pleases you.” This pleased him and he began talking about the ways in which spanking me is enjoyable for him. As he was talking he began with my right butt cheek. Tap tap tap thwap, circle with his hand, tap. Left butt cheek- tap tap thwap thwap tap circle. Back and forth he goes, after a couple of times on each cheek he reached down to check my wetness and made approving sounds before going back to spanking. He increased the effort he put into each thwap until he began to make me jump a bit, periodically checking my wetness and describing the color he’s bringing out on my butt cheeks. When he noticed some abrasion beginning he told me to get up on the bed face down.
I laid on my stomach and he kneeled over me, one knee on each side of my hips and sat just below my butt. He reached up and used a two ended clip to link the wrist cuffs together. He then proceeded to massage my back, squeezing my muscles and murmuring to me how much he loves my body and touching my body. After a few moments he removed himself and told me to roll over.
Once on my back he began kissing and nibbling in various places on my body. He loves my left nipple the most, I think, as he always seems to gravitate towards that one. He sucked and nibbled the left nipple, placed kisses along my torso working downward till he was just inside my left hip. There is a spot between my left hip and groin that tickles like crazy when it is nibbled at. He found that spot and then proceeded nibbling downward at an angle, skipping my personal area and moving to my right thigh. Since he’d not allowed me a moment for relief it’s as if he’s turned on the tickle switch and so everywhere his mouth is touching is now tickling. He then turned his attention to my clit. I’ve felt a myriad of sensations there over the years but yeesh… having it TICKLE??? During this time while he’s enjoying tickling me I’ve managed to hit myself in the head with the double ended clip between the cuffs and nearly kick him in the face involuntarily. He then gave me the second or two needed to turn off the tickle switch and turned to using his mouth to tease my clit and also my inner thighs. He then took my outer labia between his teeth and held them closed and reached down to tickle my foot. ACK!!! You would think that the pain involved in yanking on my labia with his teeth if I jerk around would keep me still, but OH NO, I jerked around anyway. He chuckled, placed a few more kisses and had me flip over again.
He placed his hand on my hip and said “Be right back”. Those words mean he’s retrieving a toy from the toy chest in the closet. He came out with a couple of canes and swished them while standing next to the bed then said, “I think we’ll use the thicker one this time.” He reached out and rubbed the cane over my rear in a circle and told me to rise up on my knees. I rose onto my knees and elbows placing my forehead on my overlapped hands. He reached down and unclipped the clip holding the cuffs allowing me to assume this position more comfortably. He then began tapping rhythmically on my rear. Tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap going on and on till THWAP. He repeated this over and over again, on some of the thwaps I jumped and on others I sighed and some fall in the middle where I whimpered a bit. There are times when he brings out the cane and each and every stroke with it will be a painful one and others where he just taps and throws in hard strokes here and there. I never know which it will be. This night it was the taps. I love the feeling that comes after this type of play with the cane, for several minutes afterwards my rear will have a pleasant tingly feeling that is like the sensation when your foot has fallen asleep (which I hate) only in a version that feels good. He once again told me to turn over when he had finished to his satisfaction with the cane. Before you ask, I did look hard in the mirror this morning and have found no bruises, even when he hits hard with the cane it is hard to get my rear to bruise. The rest of my body will bruise just by being looked at too hard, it seems.
Once again I laid on my back. As the cuffs were not linked together I overlapped my hands and placed them on my belly as I am supposed to. He was once again holding his notebook and pointed out that we have not been working on me finishing myself rapidly for him for quite some time and we are returning to that aspect of my training. I should point out that “to finish” is his term for “to cum”, he uses rather prudish language in our scenes. I have never gotten an absolutely clear answer from him on why that is but I believe it is because he holds our scenes as being very reverent and does not wish to sully them with “dirty talk”. So, back to my task of finishing myself rapidly: He held the stop watch and said, “Begin”. At which time I lowered my right hand to my nether lips, dipping my forefinger into the moist well and drawing that lubrication up to my clit. I teased my clit with circles around it to draw circulation to it and arouse it. Once I had it good and happy I flicked back and forth over it rapidly. At that point in time I was sufficiently into the process enough to add pain. I am completely unable to “finish” without just the right mixture of pleasure and pain. Let me tell you, that can make things very irritating at times!! To add just the right amount of pain I moved my left hand to my nipple and began to apply pressure by pinching it. As the stimulation drew me closer and closer to climax I pinched harder and harder allowing the stimulation and pain to compliment and amplify each other. Suddenly I found myself standing on that ledge where one little word from Sir will send me into orgasm. It is at that moment that I beg, “Please, Sir?” and he said, “No”. Well, that sucks! So I immediately started panting to stop from falling off that cliff and my hips bucked in protest. He decided that I might need assistance in controlling my body and offers, “Don’t, don’t you do it” to help me control my body’s desire. It’s amazing to me that my body will obey him better than it will obey me.
Once my body was back under control he took my right hand and extended it outwards. The first thing Sir did when we got our bed was to drill holes and place eye bolts in strategic locations. He attached my right wrist to a strap attached to one of those eyebolts. He then took my left hand and extended it outwards attaching it to another strap attached to an eye bolt on the other side of the bed. At times he will restrain me very firmly in this manner and tighten those straps till they are so tight I can’t move, on this occasion, however he left them not quite snug. That means he was restraining me only for his protection as orgasm can sometimes bring about unintentional violent behavior on the part of his kitten. He then told me to spread my legs and placed himself kneeling between my legs. He grasped my hips and pulled me toward him, lifting my legs and placing them as if I were sitting what was referred to as “Indian style” when I was growing up between us. He rather likes that position because it gets the most pressure right on my g-spot. I have a love/hate relationship with my g-spot. Powerful stimulation of it typically results in very powerful orgasms, however, hitting it not quite right hits me in such a way as to be unpleasant and make me feel like I have to pee. The other thing that bothers me about it is that g-spot climaxes are the ones that are most likely to make me squirt and as I am quite prissy I do not like to squirt. It’s messy. Eww. Not to mention that even though it smells quite different from urine I can’t shake the idea that I’ve wet the bed. Ick. He began plunging deep within me and as I had already been on the precipice it took almost no time before I was begging, “Please, Sir” and he said, “No, ask me for something else.”
I knew at that point what he wanted me to ask for but I absolutely hate clothespins. As much as I hate clothes pins I hoped maybe I could please him with something else, “Please spank me, Sir” was answered with, “Something else”. “Please cane me, Sir” was answered with, “Something else.” I whined and he said, “Please me” so I asked for a clothespin.
He reached over to the top drawer of the nightstand and pulled a handful of clothespins he had placed there previously and placed a clothespin on my right breast just to the left of the nipple. Ouch. I whined and whimpered. He again began stimulating that loved/hated g-spot , this time with his fingers. As I got closer to orgasm I pulled on the restraints which drew me toward the head of the bed. He used the fingers inside me and one hand on my hip to pick me up and plop me back down, I just love it when he effortlessly moves me around like that! In no time flat I was again ready to ask but knew he wanted me to ask for a clothespin again. “Please may I have a clothespin, Sir” I mewed. “Good!” he said as he placed his fingers in my mouth for me to lick and suck clean. He then placed one on my left breast just to the right of the nipple. OUCH WHINE WHIMPER!
Once he placed the second clothespin he went back to tucking my legs between us and entered me with his penis. The angle at which he had placed the second clothespin meant that my leg was hitting it every time he plunged into me and I would yelp. He repositioned us and again within moments I was asking, “Please may I have a clothespin, Sir” and he stopped, grabbed a clothespin and placed it on my right breast on the opposite side of the nipple from the first one in such a way that it kept tension through the nipple. ARGHHHHH UGGHHH EEEEEEE OUUUCHHHH WHINE WHIMPER WHINE
He spread my legs and reached over to grab the eroscillator. (Good heavens, if you don’t have one of those, you REALLY should get one, seriously. Google it, buy one, thank me later.) Within heartbeats I was pleading for the fourth clothespin. He answered this time with, “No, but you can cum.” This almost distracted me enough to stop me from orgasm because as I mentioned before he NEVER uses that word and especially not in scene. If that had been the first time I asked, possibly the second then it might have pulled me far enough back from the edge but having been riding the edge for a while already it didn’t stop this orgasm.
This is where things get very dangerous for Ragoczy. I’ve been known to hurt him quite badly by biting far harder than I would ever consciously do. For that matter, I’ve hurt myself by biting quite badly at this point, as well. He really has his work cut out for him keeping my orgasm going and ensuring neither of us suffers permanent damage. My recollection of events at this point is not very clear. I know that as I let go and orgasmed he stopped using the eroscillator and entered me with his fingers. While still stroking my g-spot with his fingers he moved his body around me and put his penis into my mouth. He claims he is absolutely certain that his penis is the one thing I will not bite off when I am riding an orgasm and also when I am in subspace. I think he’s far braver than he should be and I will be very upset if I ever do damage Simon. After that my recollection is muddy till he was again between my legs pounding into me. I may have gotten off one orgasm only to ask again moments later for another one, I do not recall. I do know that Sir has a significant bruise between his right nipple and his shoulder where I must have bitten him pretty good. I do not recall doing that, either.
Once Sir finished (came), he laid himself on top of me and I kissed at him and hugged him with my legs while he unclipped the cuffs from the restraints. I then wrapped my arms around him as well and we exchanged “I love yous” and caught our breath. I went to sleep tucked up against Sir’s left side with my head on his chest and my arm and leg wrapped over him.
