I am a porn star

I have been so focused on my blubbering, sobbing, crying when he was here, I failed to write about anything else that occurred while he was here.  I could go on about all the vanilla stuff, like I cooked a marvelous dinner of steak au poivre, potatoes gorgonzola gratin and sauteed asparagus.  I could tell you he brought the best wine I have ever tasted to go with it (Three Saints 2006 Cabernet Sauvignon).  I could tell you that he came bearing gifts!  I got a 10" Caphalon skillet that I have been wanting/needing.  I also got a book of erotic stories, inscribed "for the nights my favorite pet has to sleep alone."  I could tell you I also got handcuffs and clover clamps...okay, we are veering away from the vanilla now.  I could tell you that by the time I was finished cooking and we sat down to dinner I had already been bitten, spanked a bit, pinched and my nipples had been thoroughly abused (and this was BEFORE I opened my presents).  I am always amazed that anything I cook ends up edible at all, considering he absolutely delights in torturing me in delicious ways while I am chopping, stirring and sauteing.  He particularly enjoys pinching, biting and twisting my nipples, so much so that by the time I opened my presents, I was too tender and too much of a wimp to wear the clamps very long at all.  (Yes, they are heavier and a lot more evil than the clamps I already had.)  I am sure I will savor them when my nipples are "fresh" though.

After dinner we talked and played and snuggled and played and I sucked his cock (a lot) and he made me cum (a lot).  We had talked about going out the next day, to see Christmas sights and maybe take some compromising public pictures of me to post, but we never made it out of the house, hardly made it out of bed.  Sometime between breakfast (which consisted of coffee and Christmas cookies...I am a bad pet) and lunch, we were in bed and I was sucking his cock (and generally licking and pleasuring all the surrounding areas of him as well) and I noticed he had his phone out.  I knew he was on call and thought he might be checking for messages (though I thought it was an odd time to do so), then I thought, "oh, he is taking pictures of me!"  What I didn't realize, until he showed me later, was that he wasn't taking pictures, he was filming.  So, now I am a porn star.  I didn't think I would like to watch myself, but it was very sexy.  Whether it will get posted anywhere or ever be seen by anyone other than the two of us is up to J.  It is still nice to know that he is watching me even when we are apart. 

Then, after a discussion about going out to lunch, and opting to stay in and heat up leftover shredded beef for sandwiches, we ended up back in bed.  More sex, cock-sucking and orgasms mixed with more nipple torture and pussy whipping (yeah, I think that's where the crying came in).  Then, while he was fucking my mouth, he did get a phone call (I mentioned he was on call, right?), while he was talking and trouble shooting computer problems (he is sooo smart!) he motioned me to suck him.  I was surprised, because I can think about sex or think about other stuff, multi-tasking, not so much.  But I did and he did.  I love thinking about sucking his cock and serving him while he is working and now I have.  All in all, we had a wonderful time together and I love that I am a porn star.