Hood play with Daddÿ

We snuggled for a while, and he kissed me a lot. I got nervous because I was really turned on and I wanted it, and he wasn't putting the hood on me, and I just knew I would get turned off if we stopped in the middle of me being ready to fuck to put on the hood. I pushed too much, but he was hard and I was afraid I wouldn't get laid if we didn't... Soon. 

I learned that if I put the hood on with a light on, my mind keeps that same level of light as what I think the outside looks like, even with no cues to suggest that's the same lighting. I prefer having the hood on with the light off, and then having the hood come off to light rather than putting the hood on with any light on. It unsettled me. 

He kissed me with the hood on, and as frustrated as I was that I couldn't kiss back, it was really hot. 

He pinched the shit out of my nipples, and they are still sensitive today, and the skin is starting to peel. It's been a long time since I've had anyone play that hard with my tits. It's nice. Although I did not like the heavy beating of my nipples with the flogger! But I "didn't like it" in the way I "don't like" caning. It hurt and I wanted to get away, but I'd love to do it again. 

The fingering was good, he says I was really wet. I do want to work up to more fingers with my hubby, and maybe let him get to know me more on the inside. I do prefer a slower approach, and don't require it to be as deep as possible right away. Maybe some guidance together would be beneficial. 

Getting fucked with the toy. Hell yes. I am pretty sure I got off at that point. And I know he got a workout from it too. I was surprised when he handed me the toy the second time, to realize the small end was still what was inside me. I had expected that the larger side was going back in, and it was what I wanted, and I tried to get my head around it, but I couldn't accept that the small side was in me, and I found myself a little disappointed that I hadn't taken more. It turned me off a little, honestly. Although it was no ones fault, I was just... Perturbed. I felt like if I couldn't take the butt plug I had to stretch my limits somewhere. But it felt amazing before that, and after. Just my head went wonky. 

I really wish when he had been fucking me and I stopped breathing (yes, for a full minute, I know) that he had let me get off, but it's one of the best stories ever now. And I don't burst into tears when he tells it, even if I did when it happened.  I really wanted him to make fun of me when it happened, or push me farther, like say "well, did you have permission to come?" But he was super worried about me.  I didn't think I'd been holding my breath that long. 

Overall we had a lot of fun, but I know he was disappointed in how it went because the ending was so dramatic. I started crying because I didn't want the hood off, but I knew it needed to come off so we could talk and go to bed. And do other adult things that I didn't want to come back to. But I know the first half was loads of fun, I loved the kissing, the cuddling, the nipple play, getting fucked with a metal dildo, that laugh my husband had when I yelled at him for shoving a metal butt plug into my pee hole.... Ah, good times. It was almost worth the pain for that giggle, I swear. 

I love my Master.