He Marked Me

If you have been following along in this blog for the last two weeks, or have seen my Twitter timeline, you will know that Master T and I had spent last weekend in a hotel. Three glorious nights of enjoying each other’s company, good food, drinks and, of course: SEX! Whenever we are in a hotel, I love it if Master T takes photos of me. He really did a good job last weekend, as I told him that I ‘needed’ photos. You know, as a sex blogger sharing images, you always have to have something to choose from!

Somehow I am always horny when we stay in hotels. Last weekend was no different. I was horny every night and every night I played with my Doxy. On Saturday we went out for dinner and after dinner, we had a couple of drinks at the bar of the hotel. When we returned to our room, I was ready to use the Doxy Massager, just like I did the night before. Damn, that thing is so good and I just love the orgasms it gives me. We started with Master T taking some photos of me, in clothes he had told me to pack for our stay. It ended with me sitting on the couch, with the Doxy between my legs.

After I had several orgasms, Master T came to stand in front of me and unzipped his pants. He wanted me to suck him and he said something about coming on my naked tits. However, I kept on sucking him, preferring him to climax in my mouth, rather than shooting his load on my body. I’m not a big lover of ‘getting dirty’. I had nothing to say in this – that I learned later.

I stopped sucking him when the Doxy below me brought me closer to an orgasm. I rocked my hips forward and backward, fucking the Doxy, feeling my pussy contracting. I asked for permission to come, and it was granted. The Doxy buzzed on and I wanted another orgasm to build. Master T stood in front of me, masturbating.
“I’m going to come over your tits,” he said.
Something happened in my mind. Where normally I would not want it, something happened in my head. It might have been the tone of his voice that told me not to go against his will. It might also have been my horny feelings that changed my mind. It might have been the thought of pleasing him that made me long for him to mark me with his semen.

My eyes were closed as I asked permission for yet another orgasm. His voice was different when he granted me permission and as my orgasm happened, his did too. His warm fluids landed on my chest and my breasts. I could not and still cannot describe my feelings when he looked down on me, satisfied. Satisfied because of his orgasm and satisfied because he marked me.

He took some photos and looking at those photos, I didn’t get the familiar shiver that always seem to run through my body looking at this kind of images. It was as if something changed that evening. What exactly changed? I guess I will find out with time…

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His markings on my breast…
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© Rebel’s Notes

8 thoughts on “He Marked Me

  1. Very hot to read! I’ve never thought of it as marking before but it’s a wonderful way to describe it. The feeling of cum on my body makes me feel owned and deliciously desired. xxx

  2. That’s deliciously hot! I wonder what changed for you too? (I’ve always loved getting ejaculate on my breasts – I rub it in and it’s great for my skin.)

    xx Dee

  3. I personally looooove getting jizzed on. I don’t remember loving it as much as I do now. I think it must be because TN hardly ever came with me so now I’m a fiend for semen on me and in me lol. Lovely photo, Rebel. xx Hy

  4. I really believe domination and submission comes in steps upwards. A time you are at the same level of D/s and suddenly you move up a step. I think you both moved up a step on the stairs of D/s this weekend. Wonderful.

    Marking is very powerful, and even more so if you rub the stuff on your chest and your breasts. It says, I’m yours.
    And really Rebel, that is a wonderful feeling.

    Great post,

  5. Wow . . . a “hot and tingly” start to my day reading this Marie . . . I don’t know how I’m going to manage squirming (and squelching) on my office chair all day. I know I’ll keep thinking of your words here all day . . . whilst trying to keep a calm and straight face for as my co-workers come and go.
    Oh I just said “come” . . . and nearly am !!! – Xxx – K

  6. Nice markings 🙂
    The only place I don’t like it is on my face. Which is precisely why Sir does it. I don’t know if I’ll ever get used to it.

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