Saturday, July 30, 2005Romance
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Last night pet told me in no uncertain terms he was feeling very submissive. He simply requested that I be in charge, and had no specific desires of his own. He saw my fatigue (still not sleeping all night around here) and told me he wanted whatever I did. Maybe he knew that the surest way to wake me up is to tell me that!
What I really wanted was to be close, to reconnect with him. I pulled him close and just inhaled his scent--he smells really good when he is turned on. I put my arms around him and his were around mine, and we simply laid in each other's arms for a bit, enjoying the close quiet. We kissed, then kissed some more, then I sent him to do his favorite thing, pussy worship. He licked and kissed and sucked me with abandon. I was moaning and writhing under his ministrations. At one point I felt him bury his face in my cunt, and I wrapped my legs around his neck and pushed his face further into me. I buried my hands in his hair and fucked his mouth until I came, and I can't believe how wet everything was.
He got a condom and moved inside me. We made love, slow and gentle and very intensely. He moved all the way in and all the way out with strong strokes. I could go on like this for a while, but too soon we gave way to a more primal fuck and he came, shivering.
Both of us commented on how natural the roles felt, and how we are improving things D/s. Life is very good.
Thursday, July 28, 2005Make Love to the Camera
It was late two nights ago and I was horny, so my Mistress allowed me to rub her back, legs, feet, arms, and head for a while, then make her a movie. Mistress really enjoys my movies; she watches them when I'm not home and she's feeling horny. My movies are all of me masturbating, or sticking toys in my ass and masturbating; you get the idea. I like making them because I get to masturbate, and she likes watching them for the afore mentioned reasons, so it's a double whammy.
So I propped up the camera on the edge of the bed and bent myself over the desk, so she could see my dick and balls and asshole quite clearly. I took out the butt plug and lubed it up, then slipped it in and started working it a little. She beckoned me to the bed, where I went, and then she began working the butt plug for me, while my face showed all the expressions of getting ass fucked on camera (which wasn't planned but was a nice bonus).
Then I went back over to the desk and leaned/sat on it to finish myself off, which didn't take long at all. I shot loads of cum all over. I climbed into bed and started cuddling with her, then I felt hard again, so I masturbated again! It took some doing, my dick was all creamy feeling from the last one still, but it was worth it! Orgasms are my favorite part of sex, there's just nothing like them. You can see why I like giving them to her so much too! I always figure that if I like something, then more is better (which isn't as true as I would like it to be) but in this case, it is. I do love her and I love it when she cums!
Tuesday, July 26, 2005In the News
Ok, I'm sure it has been done, but check it out:
The world's oldest dildo. I love it!
Sometimes I think to myself that I "protest too much" about some of this stuff. I mean, here I am a few posts back ranting about my lack of desire to cause pain in my loved one, and now here we are hitting each other on the rear with abandon. Granted, it isn't very painful, but the idea is there.
Here's the laid to bare honest truth about me:
I hold back, even still, some of my desires. He's been pretty clear about things he's not interested in. And I think I might be interested in some of those things. But the thing is, I'm ok with having interests that aren't fufilled in real life.
I told him about my Domme leanings early in our relationship. However, he was quite inexperienced all around when we met (not anymore mwahahahahahaha). So, we progressed slowly and vanilla-y through sexual encounters. It was fun, like being in high school again. He was very sure that he was not interested in D/s or kink. HA. So, I said fine and as I've blogged before I put my Domme in a closet to wait. See, the thing is that I love my husband very very much, and I'm much less committed to D/s than I am to him. It is a big part of me, but he is my heart.
The thing I've taken away from this experience is patience. Something I've never been very good at. He needs to come to his sexuality in his own time. I'm glad he has the space to explore with me--and I him, since much of my desire has been fantasy until now. I'm amazed at just how far he wants to go, really, and pleased. It's just like me to want more, more, more, and I'm really trying to stay in this moment, this period of new-ness and discovery that is so exhilerating and exciting.
Maybe there will be more of my desires in the future, but for now, my goal for us is to get us comfortable where we are now. I want him to drop into subspace more easily, to let go a little more and to really be mine. I want to tie him up, tie him down, smack him around and fuck him like crazy.
I want the baby to figure out how to sleep all through the night so I'm not so god damn exhausted!!!
Saturday, July 23, 2005Spank me!
In light of yesterday's spanking events, we did something outside of our D/s roles but that was spectacularly tasty. After the kids had gone to sleep for a nap this afternoon, I proposed a little naked cuddle time in the bedroom with the lights out. Sometimes this means a quickie for me, sometimes a nap, and sometimes, as in this case, the start of hot sex.
We lay atop the sheets, naked and slightly cool, so we huddled together for warmth. We kissed for a while, then I pulled out some massage oil and went to work on her back. After rubbing it up and down and all over, I layed down next to her, still face down on the bed. I slid my finger into her ass crack, and made my way to her anus, where I started to apply a little pressure. Then I worked my way down to her pussy, where I started fingering her more deliberately.
Since we had talked about the spanking yesterday in great detail and at great length, I introduced her to it at this point by planting a light one on her left cheek. She told me "no, harder" which I took two ways; one is that she likes it harder, and two is that she likes it at all. I set another one on her left cheek again, with good action. It was like hitting the sweet spot of a tennis racket; good sound, and good even contact. I massaged her ass where I hit it a little after the smack, hoping in part to dull the pain a bit, but also just because her ass is so infinitely touchable!
I continue on working her pussy with one hand while stimulating other parts of her body with my other hand. I would spank her sporadically between bouts of stroking, massaging, tickling, breezing over, and kneading her ass, legs, and back. I also tried to catch her off guard, and to change up the impact timing quite a bit. I would give her a good slap on her ass as I heard her inhale, and another later on an exhale. I would wait until she was moaning and squirming, then let one to three fly. Sometimes I would raise my hand off her ass or back or whatever as though I was going to slap it, then bring it back down gently and continue tracing out the curves of her body with my fingernail.
It came down to not mattering what I did, it was all hot and she was dripping wet, on the cusp of orgasm, when one of the kids woke up. I threw the hitachi magic wand on the bed and ran out of the room to take care of the little ones, and left her to her own devices. Unfortunately, mommy-brain kicked in as soon as she heard the cry and the near-orgasm evaporated.
The story doesn't end there, though. We spent the rest of the afternoon fiddle-farting about, playing computer games and entertaining the kids. When they finally went down for the night, we watched Secretary again with the director's and screenwriter's commentary. Still a hot movie, we were horny as dogs in heat at the end of it again and proceeded straight to the unmade bed in the bedroom.
I started again with a back/ass rub, and followed with a foot and leg rub, then proceeded to slide my head between her legs, facing up into her pussy. I licked away and in what had to have been a new record, she came. I let her cool down for a minute and then licked away again. Another orgasm later, she sat up, still straddling my head with her pussy planted firmly on my face.
She hopped off me and told me to fuck her, so I did, and it was wonderfully hot and just long enough to really make it a good one. Then she proceeded to tickle me relentlessly and finally told me to post all this because tomorrow is going to be a busy day.
Last night we finally watched Secretary and left the room totally turned on. The buzz was right on this one, it is a hot, hot movie. Lots of hotness. Yes. This movie embraces the D/s relationship the way Reefer Madness berates marajuana. It is tastefully done but is not without full frontal nudity; bonus!
It was enough to make me want to be spanked, something I was curious about before but never brave enough to ask. So, after being collared, I massaged my Mistress' feet for quite some time. She then handcuffed me loosely with the leash and instructed me to induldge every part of her body except her pussy. This was harder than I expected, as one of my hands or arms is usually used for balance while the other works, and I found myself flopping about like a fish out of water most of the time.
This went on for a while, and finally we stopped because it was frustrating enough to send me out of sub space. After resting and cuddling and talking a bit, we went back to sex, and I fell completely in. It was weird, but got me where I needed to be so I'll take it! I worshipped her pussy for a while, bringing her to orgasm, then she stood me up next to the bed and spanked me while she masturbated. She told me to play with my balls while she slapped my ass, and I did, and it was exciting! I don't know how far I will like the spanking thing, but the little we did was nice. As always, trying stuff out makes for more enjoyable sex.
So after another orgasm for her, I climbed on top and entered her slowly. That was enough slowness, so I started fucking her hard, cumming inside the condom which was already half-filled with pre-cum from the spanking and fondling of my nutsack. My Mistress told me she has seen a few rabbit-fur floggers and paddles and things available for requisition if I really get into this, plus it gets her hot and wet too. Her second orgasm was quite powerful and fast, so I think we'll be slapping ass in the future now too.
Thursday, July 21, 2005Rope Fantasy
Ok, we haven't used the rope yet. I want to use the rope.
I want to tie him to a chair. Not just any chair, but I have this low backed, very prim and proper chair that looks like something you stick in the corner of the room and forget about. That is probably where it was before it came to me. Now, I can't stop thinking about it as the bondage chair. It is just about the right size and height for some serious play.
I want to tie him up to it facing the chair, knees on the floor. I want to bind his thighs to the front legs of the chair so he can't squirm, or get up. I want to bind his chest to the seat of the chair so he can't sit up. I want his hands behind his back, and I want them in cuffs. Purple ones. I want to leave him like that, naked and bound, I want to watch him squirm and be stuck. I want to masturbate in front of him, watch his cock get hard and seep pre-cum. I want him to feel owned, to know he is mine in every way and gets nothing until I say he gets it.
I want to fuck him, I want to push him past where he's been before and have him screaming for release, for pleasure as I pummel him with my cock. I want to move in and out of him, to feel his body straining against mine, to see him trying to move his hips but being unable.
I want to see if I can make him orgasm without ejaculating--I've done it once before. I want to do it again, then see how long it takes before he begs for release. I want him to beg me, without being directed to do so. I want him to yell for it. I want him to be unable to go a moment more without ejaculating all over the place, but to be unable to do so.
And then, I want to untie him and make him take me out to dinner.
Even that is starting to sound dirty to me.
This is a blog by a German bloke with a great eye for photography:
I'm in Domme heaven. Especially July 3rd's pic.
Oh, and the last post says it was mine, but it was pet's.
Wednesday, July 20, 2005When is a statement more than just a statement?
For a long time, I never knew what a true statement was; all I knew was passive aggression. Example: "Gee, it sure is cold in here." Meaning: "I'm cold, get me a jacket, turn up the heat, make me some hot tea, and do this all by reading my mind or I'll withold something you want from you."
To this day, I still can't hear anyone say anything without trying to decipher the hidden meaning. "The car is running low on gas" or "I'm hungry" or "We have an idiot for a president" are all statements that motivate me to action, or worse. After years of being everyone's secret bitch, I grew tired of it. Who would want to live for everyone else all the time? Well, when you're me, you do, as it is your role growing up to please everyone.
So, where does that lead me? I am lead into the fuck you zone. Sure, you can talk to me, but I'm not going to be taken advantage of by you. I lived like that for a few years, never doing anything I didn't want to, never answering to anyone. I burned some bridges doing that, but I felt good, at least I wasn't everyone's bitch anymore.
Then, I decided that living only for myself was probably not the best thing, since I was lonely. I eventually entered into my current relationship, but now I had some emotional pre-conditioning to deprogram, which I'm still doing. It is a delicate situation, mine, that goes like this:
1. Don't let people take advantage of me but still be caring and giving.
2. Be thoughtful without trying to mind read.
3. Please other people but don't be their bitch, and don't get pissy while trying to please other people.
and so on.
Anyway, you can see some of the resulting dilemnas. It was really hard for me to accept being a sub while holding on to all that. It took about three years to even try it, without the potential of me getting pissy and feel taken-advantage-of. Now, subbing doesn't bring out my internal issues, but life does, and it always sucks. I want to be healthy, to be able to smile and nod when a statement is made without feeling both motivated to action and resentful. I just keep on plugging away at it, and maybe in the next 50 years I'll sort it all out.
If you want to find where your armor is weak, check your bruised spots
- Ancient Kung Foole Proverb
I found that quote here, and while I believe it to be somewhat of a joke in context, I think it describes our current state here at Temple PW quite well and seriously.
Without getting too close to our more sensitive bits (read emotional hurdles yet overcome), I have to say that D/s is really helping us communicate, but man sometimes communication sux. A lot.
We've been so much closer since we embarked on this journey, and with that closeness and surrender came a lot of unresolved feelings from both sides. Crazy--years of therapy and hard fucking emotional work and I STILL have crap underneath. Ogres and Mistresses have layers. I'm amazed at how that shit can still float to the top of my pretty mental lake.
Vague enough? We write this blog to try to communicate what our journey is like, in the hopes that someone else can benefit. I guess I should be more specific if I want anyone to benefit from this drivel.
I guess I'd say that we are in the process of redefining our roles in general as a married couple and a D/s couple. And parents. And children of others, etc. etc. Both pet and I have been working on just what kind of adults we want to be in the world. I myself grew up in a family where they would guilt and shame me into doing just about anything they wanted, and I became quite codependent (I just LUV labels, don't you) as a result. For me, my rebirth was in recognizing that I wanted no one but me defining who I was and what I felt. This has proven a problem in our relationship, because of his upbringing and the expectations put on him. Gotta love family drama.
For me, becoming Dominant helps me clear up my roles in to one simple place, one set of expectations that are not in argument with any other set, and I can be free to get exactly what I need, and to give exactly what I want to give to my partner. I love that freedom. I crave that kind of honesty in my every day life, really, but sadly "IRL" is so much more difficult than a good romp in the bedroom.
Tuesday, July 19, 2005The 4 Senses
I'd love to recount all the sex we've had lately, but it's all kind of running together in my mind like one big sex fest. Cool. Even the vanilla quickie we had during kid naps was awesome. D/s just makes everything better.
I wanted to mention the beauty of the blindfold, though, because, yummy.
I blindfolded pet some night recently, and I really started to get into sense play. He is an exquisitely sensitive man, very ticklish and otherwise quite easy to stimulate. This can be good and bad, but this time it was good. I spent a long time just running my hands lightly over all parts of him. It was neat that there was an element of surprise, and it seemed he was even more sensitive than usual. Like, I put my hand lightly on his chest--even just brushing the hair and not touching him, and he gasped with pleasure. He was really in tune with me and very submissive--didn't move a muscle despite lots of tickling. I do want to get into the rope stuff soon, but I really love that he stays still on command, even though I know normally he'd have stopped me long before I stopped if he had his way.
The other fun thing to do during blindfold time is to blow lightly all over his body. Moving cold air over him makes him squirm.
I was experimenting, going from light, almost nothing touches to very rough biting and back at will, and it seemed to keep him off balance and aroused for a long time. It is amazing how long I can keep him hard when I'm in charge.
I know I eventually climbed on board and fucked him while he was still blindfolded--kissing and biting him on the neck, chest and nipples while he was shouting "thank you mistress, thank you thank you" That was especially sexy. He managed not to cum, somehow, then we switched places, I removed the blindfold and he came on my backside, which he loves and was very sexy. He cleaned us up with a towel and we cuddled--ah, bliss. I love his submission for many reasons, and one is the aftercare. We both really connect after a session of D/s, and spend more time than usual just being together physically and emotionally.
Saturday, July 16, 2005It does a body good.
My Mistress told me to explain my side of the story about her breasts and the milk that comes flowing forth from them. I love her breasts and they were off limits while she fought infection and breast pain, so my first chance back at them, I took it. Naturally, they leaked breastmilk everywhere, and I, never being one to let a body fluid remain out of my mouth for long, took right to licking it off her breast. Double whammy! The thing about breastmilk is that it comes out sweet, like thin milk with sugar in it. I never really got grossed out or anything by it, and when I tasted it, I thought "Hey, this tastes pretty good."
She loves it when I play with her nipples, though there is a time and place for it. Early foreplay is not nipple time. Middle foreplay either; that's more like whole palm cupping her bra-covered breast. Final foreplay and on into the fucking is prime time for nipple sucking, pinching, biting, squeezing, licking, and my favorite, the suck-lick. This is where I cup my mouth over her entire areola, suck it up into my mouth, then use the tip-to-middle of my tongue to stimulate the vacuum-swollen nipple. The simulation is intense but breathing is a trick. I found that if I lay next to her, I can use one hand on her juicy pussy, the other hand on her far nipple, and my mouth on the close nipple. Just like rock climbing, three points of contact are a good thing.
My Mistress has also told me to make a list of things we have yet to try that I would like to try, so here that is:
1. Use the rope, carabiners, and webbing to tie me down to the bed. I don't care how, spread eagle or criss-cross; face up or down; handcuffed or whatever, I want to be restrained and then...
1a. Fuck me with toys in the ass, always a favorite.
1b. Play with my balls. Tickle them and watch me scream and squirm. Lick them too, just for fun.
1c. Suck my dick, but stop right before orgasm. A few times of this would be fun!
1d. Draw on me with food, then eat it off me.
1e. Sit on my face and force me to eat her pussy until she cums.
1f. Tickle me lightly all over with a feather or similar.
1g. Force me to watch a porno but not touch myself during it (hopefully a short porno).
1h. Fuck me.
2. Try the anal beads out on me.
3. Dress up in lingerie and heels and then fuck me while I wear panties and a collar.
Those are the immediate few that I have been thinking of. She, today, has expressed interest in a chastity device for me, which I am not enthusiastic about. Her points are valid, I get horny quickly, touch my penis all the time when I am, and get seven kinds of hard while getting her off, but if I release into an orgasm, I'm done mentally and physically. Sometimes that means sleep, other times it means I'm not present because I'm solving problems in my head, but it always means the fucking part of sex is coming to a close. My heart just isn't in it once I spread the love, and she is turned off by this. Who wouldn't be? She also likes the idea because it is more control without pain, really. Control is good for her, being a Dom.
Thursday, July 14, 2005I want one of these
But there are so many. Does anyone out there have one they can recommend??
Anyway, usually I let pet do the real life sex recollections, but I have extra time so I'll do my best...
Last night I got treated to a fancy dinner and some really nice time with my pet. I was a spoiled Mistress to be sure. As we were dressing for dinner (we actually dressed for dinner, how fun) I made sure he was wearing a pair of silky thong underwear. Not only was it sexy for me, but it helped remind him each time he sat down that his body is mine to do with as I please.
After said fancy dinner we headed home, bedded the kiddos and moved to the bedroom ourselves. I put on his new collar with the leash attached, and my my how sexy he looked with nothing else on but the thong. He took off my high heels--the highest ones I have--and rubbed my feet. After a bit of that he asked if he could suck my toes. He was breathless, sexy. I allowed it and he went wild, sucking and biting and nuzzling my feet. He got harder and harder until the little panties looked quite uncomfortable, bits of man poking out everywhere, plus precum soaking through the silk. I told him to take them off and pulled him a bit roughly with the leash until he was on his knees above me on the bed.
He had talked about wanting badly to cum on my chest and neck and this was a good opportunity. He slid his cock inside my wet pussy and fucked me for a bit, gently and lovingly. He moved in and out and we gazed at each other for a bit. I know my pet well enough to feel when he's getting close from inside, and we both giggled as he pulled out rather abruptly to avoid cuming too soon. He then straddled my chest and stroked himself until he came, eyes rolled back, all over me. It was lovely, especially with me holding his leash the whole time.
He cleaned us up with a towel and got to work on me. He stroked my pussy and fucked me with his fingers until I was moving my hips off the bed to meet him. However, since my recent pregnancy I've had a harder time with orgasm than I used to, and frequently resort to the mechanical for assistance. I wound up cumming hard through use of the Hitachi and some rough nipple play from him. Hot.
As to the orgasm troubles I have, they suck. I am much, much better than during the last three months of pregnancy where I basically went orgasm free (blarg). However, with breastfeeding and sleep deprivation and hormone wackiness, I'm just not quite back to my normal orgasmo self (and I've never been an easy score to begin with, sadly). What I do for my children lol.
**note to self, be sure to nurse baby before rough nipple play or breastmilk gets everywhere.
Tuesday, July 12, 2005Rope Cuffs and Reflections
First, I want to thank my Mistress for knowing me well enough to know that I do not want to add pain to our regiment. I know that I deserve some postponing of my orgasm to balance out the times I've rushed it, but "whip me, beat me" is not something that gets me off. Rather, quite the opposite. Likewise, the 24/7 sub role doesn't ring my bell either, this I know. I am far too "Ms. Independent" to want someone effectively controlling my whole life. Those are some pretty good reasons not to do it, and we're both okay with that. There are some very good reasons to do it too, for example, the REALLY FUCKING HOT SEX that results from aknowledging that part of ourselves and letting go so it can come out and play. That is really a good enough reason alone to do it, though there are others.
I spent some time on the sofa with rope, I think I mentioned it in an earlier post. Here is what I came up with:
...and those are my findings. Really, I'm a cheap-ass more than a knot enthusiast, and cuffs and stuff are so expensive! I imagine that given time, we'll get all kinds of that stuff, but until then, "Ace is the place."
Now, on to some juicy recollections. Last night wasn't particularly D/s-full, but it was hot. We started by rolling around on the bed, talking about this and that, and slowly stripping down as it got hotter and hotter in the room. I, of course, rushed in and started grinding away on my wife, but it was more playful than erotic at that point, as we both still had undies on.
I found comfort grinding up against her ass cheeks, even through the fabric. We hugged and kissed a bit, and then I started telling her how I wanted to give her a pearl necklace, or cum on her breasts, or fuck her hard. This got her juices flowing and so I snuck my fingers in her pussy and began to go to work. She was wet alright! So was I, pre-cumming on her legs while I did this.
Eventually she rolled to her back and I put on a condom. I slid inside her, and she pulled out her vibrator and picked up where I left off. I could feel the vibrations on my hard penis in her pussy as I moved slowly in and out. I waited for her to cum, and then I finished myself off in her warmth. We basked in our own sweat and fluids, then cuddled for a while.
As I said, not particularly D/s, but worth reporting as good loving should be shared.
A good talk last night put the rules I had suggested into play, plus an idea for a ritual "changing of the roles". We'll see how it goes.
Oh, and btw, the pet store is a whole new place now! I got the nicest leash...
Monday, July 11, 2005Thoughts on Punishment
Post disclaimer: Hey, to each their own. I totally respect each person's sexual proclivities (except kiddie stuff). If you like to do stuff I don't, good on you! Have fun and write about it 'cause it's hot. Each of us is unique, that is what I love about humanity after all. No judgments over here!
We're not 24/7. We have discussed it several times and decided it won't work for us. Not that I'm saying I don't see the benefits--because I'm really starting to (never thought I'd say that). I have lived in a relationship about control before, and I'd rather not duplicate it. I want peace in my home and love in my life and I don't want control. The control thing is sexual in nature only. Not only that, but we are both not into pain as pleasure.
It is a line I like to walk, myself. Bite too hard, yes. Bite way too hard so I bruise/bleed/get hurt, no thanks. The sexy is in walking the line for me, not the giving or receiving of pain. I don't want to hurt my husband, for anything in the world. I'm not the kind who craves the sight of my husband's body in pain or torment. I am not interested in smacking him or whipping him or anything like that. That does not get me off, for whatever reason. I want to see him in agony from being denied pleasure--see him want it, need it but unable to get it. I don't want him to be in agony from anything I've done to him. This is a personal decision. I realize this makes me a minority here in D/s land, but that's ok. I'm used to being on the fringe :)
The other thing about punishment is this: where does the Mistress end and the mommy begin? I'm getting dangerously close when I use the same words with my husband as my oldest child, and I'm disturbed by it. I don't have a mommy/son fetish, I have a control/top/in charge fetish. I don't want to tell him to clean his room or do his chores, I have enough of that.
That all being said--um, he is being weird, and I think I need to be more Dommely. In fact, we've discussed it and agreed that this is so. He wants it, wants more domination and wants to be put in his place. I want this, too. The thing is, when I try and he doesn't "respond" the way I would like, i.e. submission, I get pissy. Sigh, the pissy Domme, how unattractive!!
I think I want to try some stuff to see if it will work for us. I want to set up some basic "rules of play" in advance so he knows what I expect. This way, when it is "on" as we like to say, I know he knows what to do and is not disobeying out of confusion. Here's some basic ones:
1. When we decide it is "on", it is "on", no in and out of play. We may not be actively having sex, but the roles are ironclad. Stepping out of role means we stop playing all together for that time.
2. When you are asked/told to do something, you do it until I say to stop. You may request to stop.
3. When making requests at any time, kneel at my feet. If this will interrupt sex (example if pussy worship is occurring and you want to put a finger inside me) you may make said request without kneeling. When in doubt, kneel.
4. You should always say thank you, Mistress, when I do things you like. This includes ass fucking, letting you lick my asshole, etc. If you like everything--thank you is never a bad thing to say ;)
5. If I tell you to get into position, this means face down ass up and naked on the bed.
Those are the basics. I don't want to be a rule monger, but I want things to work a certain way. Over ruling is annoying, but getting pissy is even more annoying, no?
I really feel we need some sort of ritual to get into role. Not being 24/7 carries with it the burden of being equal most of the time and not equal some of the time. I have yet to collar my pet because I really, really do not want to move to quickly. I haven't tied him or used restraints of any kind besides a simple instruction not to move. How do you get into role, D/s folks? Any thoughts? Even if you are 24/7, I imagine there are more "on" times and more "off" kind of times--does anyone have any suggestions as to getting back into role? Please feel free to just let us know what you do, even if we won't do it we get ideas from everywhere.
Thanks to all for the advice and wisdom in your blogs, as always! And for those of you nice enough to say so--we really are proud to be helping others out there navigate their way as well.
Sunday, July 10, 2005It's Four A.M.
The baby just went back to sleep after nursing for 30 minutes. Enough time for me to be awake and blog surfing a bit. Nighttime feedings can be so dreary, but I've found the kinky blogs make life more interesting at 0'dark thirty.
So, I head back to bed horny and not to be refused. I lay down and put my arm around him, press my naked body against his naked body, my front to his back. He is slow to wake, and I let him come up slow. I stroke his back, neck, arms, and kiss him wherever I can reach until he realizes what is going on. I can see him smiling in the dark.
He rolls over with a "yessssssssssssss" sighing soft and puts his arms around mine and we kiss wildly. He runs his hands all over my body and I can feel him hard against my leg already. He is always hard like this so fast. He is muttering little sighs and soft whispers of affection in that half asleep talk. I wonder if his eyes have even opened. He rubs my breasts now, more insistent and I relax back into the bed as he works. I push his head down to lick my pussy. Pussy worship at four in the morning is even better than usual, he goes at me like he's starving like this is what breakfast should always be. I cum quickly.
He heads up and is over me, rubbing his cock on me and moaning. I stretch and enjoy. He pushes me over and licks my asshole, still hungry I suppose. He puts fingers in me and I rock against him and rub my clit until I cum again. He dons a condom and pushes roughly inside of me, fucks me hard and fast now fully awake and cums with a shout.
We lay down, breathless, and go back to sleep until the baby wakes again with the sun.
Friday, July 08, 2005High-Heel Whore
That, I am. Heels make my head spin and my mouth drool. I only bring it up because my Mistress called me a Heel Whore, and I thought it was cute and worth sharing. She has called me a lot of other things lately too, slut, pet, good sub, bad boy, etc. It is amazing how name calling, while juvenile, in the heat of passion is oh-so sexy!
So, for the past few days, I have a bit bitchy. Really bitchy, rather. Frustrations ran high with the re-introduction of real life into our long holiday weekend. I know now that I can't get into sub-space without letting go of most everything else. It's pretty obvious too. Anyway, that said, I did finally manage to wrench myself out of the sex doldrums and get back in there, much to everyone's delight.
Last night, my Mistress was in bed and half asleep by the time I finished brushing my teeth. I rolled in next to her, made some cheeky comments about how she had taken all the covers, and when she does that, my dick gets cold, so I proclaimed her ass cheeks my personal dick warmer. I called my Mistress some names, like those she called me up above, and all of a sudden, she was horny and I was horny and we were rolling around on the bed, no covers.
I then gave up the cheekiness and slipped, okay I fell hard, into the proverbial promised land of sub-space. My mistress bit my lip a bit, then had me rub her nipples and her clit. Then she flipped me over so I was face up, ass spread. Starting with the lube, she inserted fingers until I was ready to accept something more. I opened up nicely, and she slipped in the dildo. I do love anal sex, it feels so good! The fake veins on the dildo stimulate my asshole like the butt-plug can't. She slid it in and out, though at first she couldn't push it in all the way. A little more ass fucking and I took it all in.
Once my Mistress had plunged the dick all the way into my ass so the base was rubbing between my cheeks, she told me to hold it there while she climbed on top and rode me. At first it was the normal sensations associated with a great dom-on-top fucking, but as I got a lot more excited, my ass cheeks started to cinch up and squeeze. She rocked back and forth while I tightened my asshole around the cock. I came pretty hard into the condom, and right after that happens, a stiff breeze will make tickle me. My Mistress, wanting to punish me a little, and because I kind of asked for it, started riding me some more! I screamed from the sensation overload, which is just what she wanted, and really, that's how it should be when she's in charge.
Thursday, July 07, 2005A Fantasy
He was cheeky and rebelliant all night. He was told to rub my feet, he did a half hearted job then quit before being told to. He talked back and made inappropriate comments he knew would kill the mood sexually. He pouted around the house, clearly wanting something--attention, sex, something, but was unwilling to kneel at his Mistress's feet and ask like the good pet I know he can be. He was asking to submit, he wanted to be punished.
Finally, I had enough.
"In the bedroom" I barked "strip, present yourself on the bed". He looked at me for a moment, considering his options, then went--I knew he was a good little pet. I waited, letting him worry, letting him wonder what was coming. I took my time--got a glass of water, locked up the house, knowing all the while he was naked, face down and ass up on the bed, waiting for me. Good. Let him wonder, let him wait. I put on his favorite outfit--stockings, garter, nothing else.
I wandered in at my leisure, and saw him there. I said "you have been willful, pet, do you understand that?" "Yes, Mistress," his voice is shaky but more with anticipation than fear. I don't really want him to fear me, just to mind me. "I have to punish you now, do you understand that?" "Yes Mistress." "Do you want that?" "Yes, Mistress, please punish me, please put me back where I belong." I smile and get out the bigger dildo. "I'm going to put my cock in your ass and I want it to stay there." "Yes, Mistress, thank you." I condom and lube the big purple thing and slide it in his waiting ass, positioned on the bed. "You'd like me to fuck you, wouldn't you?" "Yes, Mistress, please fuck me." "Not this time, pet."
I move around to the head of the bed where his face is pressed into the mattress. I sit in front of him. "Can you see me?" "Yes, Mistress, you look beautiful." I push my feet into his face and demand "finish the foot rub you started, and do it right." He struggles to get into position, on his knees and elbows so he can use his hands but still remain presented, ass up like I like him. He rubs enthusiastically this time, and I can see the light in his eyes--he wanted this. I knew it. I relax back on the headboard and let him work, take my time and enjoy it. He starts to shake a bit more--the position can't be particularly comfortable. "Do you like my cock in your ass?" I ask. "Yes Mistress, I'm so hot right now." I observe his hardened cock, already dripping pre-cum and ready to go. The ass thing does it every time. Instant hard on, just add dildo.
After a while I take a bit of pity on him and let him lay down next to me. He collapses, tired and shaky from the position of submission. He looks at me, waiting for direction. Excellent. "Now rub my body--move your hands all over me." He complies, lingering like he always does on my breasts and near my pussy. The pet is always in such a rush--I have had to teach him to slow down, to enjoy it. I tell him to slow down, or he will go back to the feet and nothing else. He rubs my face, neck, belly and back--not hard, just gently. I can see his cock, hard, begging to be stroked, so I do, once. A groan comes from inside him and he thrusts his hips against my leg. "You want me to fuck you, don't you pet?" "Yes, Mistress." "You're impudent and impatient--do you deserve to be fucked?" "No Mistress, but please, please. I'll be a good pet next time." He's tricky, because he knows I love it when he begs. Anyone who thinks for a moment that he has no control here is out of their minds--he is just as clever as I am, and knows how to push my buttons and make me want him, now.
I give in a bit and let him lick my pussy. He lets out a little mew of excitement and dives in. This is his favorite past time, after all. I writhe on the bed, wet and ready. He puts two, then three fingers inside me and fucks me hard while he licks my clit. He knows exactly how I like it. I force him to back off and he licks slower, gentler, until I feel myself ready to orgasm. I grab his hair, hard, and force him into me. He's remarked before this makes him feel totally submissive, and now that is what I want the most. He sucks and licks and struggles for breath and I cum, wetness soaking his face and hands.
I order him back into position, face down, ass up. I grab the lube, use a bit more, and start fucking his ass hard with the dildo. He starts yelling into the pillow, I can see his fists balled up in the sheets and his ass rises to meet each stroke. "Please Mistress," he begs, "please let me cum, please please please." I figure he's learned his lesson, so I reach around and stroke his balls, then his cock while pumping the dildo in and out of his ass hard. He cums explosively, all over the bed, then collapses. I crawl next to him and we slide together, fit like a glove like we always do. "Thank you, thank you" he mutters softly, kissing my face and pulling me close.
Maybe next time I'll let him fuck me, if his attitude improves.
**sigh. Sadly, the only part of this that is true is the first paragraph. Everything else is what, in retrospect, I should have done. I still don't know how far I can go as his Domme, but I think it is within my rights to just not tolerate his b.s. He gets so pouty, it is obnoxious. He wanted my attention and I wasn't giving it to him, so he acted like a little kid. I love my pet so much, and I don't want to hurt him. But if he said he'd sub for me, dammit he should. That was the agreement. Man I hate real life sometimes!
By the way, forgive my grammar errors--I do my best but dialogue was never my forte. Plus--Mistress's? Mistress'? Arg!!!!!!!!!
Wednesday, July 06, 2005Long Dong Silver
Last night was interesting on two fronts: more anal sex and keeping frustration out of the bedroom. We'll start with door #2. I started the day by half-masturbating (getting myself hard and pre-cumming and then stopping), my Mistress really likes it when I do that and tell her about it. She feels in control of my orgasm and I stay saved up for later. Her favorite thing to tell me is "It's always better when you wait."
Anyway, I had a frustrating day at work, and so my attempt to think sexy thoughts all day was put off by that; rather it was constantly interrupted. When I got home, even more things frustrated me, and then I went out to run errands, which really put the nail in the coffin of my arousal. I came home thinking only of bad drivers, old people with shopping carts, and proceded to create frustration for myself by dropping a 6-pack of soda among other things. My Mistress was soaking in a bath where she likes to be alone, so I went to get my frustrations out by playing with our new computer toy and pre-writing another post. That always gets me back in the mood, and it worked somewhat this time too, which is good to note.
My Mistress came in after a while, and told me she wanted to try the strap-on tonight. I helped her into it, and she said she felt a little silly and nervous, but she picked up on some negative vibes from me and started asking me if I was worried about the dildo or something. At the time, I wasn't really aware of my frustration level, but at the subconscience level, I was worried that I wouldn't be able to let go of my irritations and it would come out in the bedroom. We proceeded anyway.
I started by kissing her, then moved to rubbing her feet. I stopped rubbing her feet before she told me to stop, and that angered her. She asked me a bunch of questions, baiting me to talk dirty to her, which is not my strong suit. For whatever reason, I can recount a night of fun in full erotic detail, but in the moment, I say really stupid shit. She would say things like "How much do you want me to fuck you?" and I would say "a lot." Then she would say "that doesn't sound like you really want it, is that all?" and I follow with "a lot a lot." It's laughable, but quite often making her laugh doesn't move the hot sex along.
So somehow I fumbled my way along and managed to irk her enough to make me suck the fake dick while fingering her. She knew it tastes awful, so she permitted me a trip to the kitchen for whip cream. This later turned out to be annoying to me as well, leaving my hands and face really sticky, though it did help kill the taste. The strap part of the strap-on really blocked her clit, so she took it half-off and I licked her pussy. She was having a hard time getting off, probably due to my blatant disregard of her authority on several instances, so she jumped in with her fingers to help, and grabbed the back of my head to press me into her clit. Finally, I started to let go of some of my frustrations, because I was more concerned with breathing and pleasing her.
I believe this is called "sub-space." I've been there before, and that's really where I need to be to really please my Mistress. We both learned tonight that in order for me to enter sub-space from a non-aroused state of mind, she really has to Dominate me and put me in my place, a mistake she won't make twice. At the time, she thought she was doing me a favor by going slow, but in this case, it would seem that going slow just let me hold on to the aggrivations of the day rather than the pleasures of the night.
Once she climaxed, she put the strap back on and started prepping me for anal penetration. She lubed me up, stuck in her fingers, and slipped on a condom. Then, height issues happened. My Mistress now had her own frustrating moments, for she was unable to find a way to insert the penis into my ass. She fought with it for a while, eventually losing the condom, so we stopped, put on another one, then moved to the edge of the bed. She stood while I kneeled, and she finally made it into my ass. She started to move back and forth, then it slipped out. She fussed about with it some more, got it in, and the same thing happened. She tried a leg-up position, but eventually decided the strap-on was probably better as a hand toy, so she took off the belt, and proceeded to fuck me with the dildo manually.
After a good working over of my ass, she climbed under me and told me to fuck her but not to cum. So I did, and then she told me that I can cum when I fuck her hard. So I did that too, and I came pretty quickly. Then my Mistress wanted to "take a ride" on the dildo as well, so I fucked her with it while she hitachi'd away. She reached climax, and then we talked about what had happened through the night. She told me to be more aware of stuff and to let her know ahead of time if it's bugging me, and that is my responsibility. It's better to have great sex and a little punishment tomorrow night than bad sex tonight. She also learned that she needs to dominate me pretty hard, that in spite of my inexperience, I tend to mesh with her subbing ideas nicely, so she won't go so slow in the future. Woot!
Tuesday, July 05, 2005Pay it Forward
Since Gabby gave us such a warm welcome, I'd like to the same to a fairly new blog that is by, drum roll please, a male submissive!!!
Check him out:
Hope you enjoy him as much as I did.
So, our sex life was so rudely interrupted by me slipping on some water in the kitchen and hurting my back. Then, we spent 5 or so hours at the in-laws. A buzzkill if ever there was one. So, no steamy fun for the last two days, sad.
In honor of our lack of fun, I have a major rant I've been saving up: The broken butt-plug.
I don't think I can think of anything suckier than a broken sex toy. Then again, I've never been a toy person before. I've spent the majority of my sexual years getting by with my trusty Hitachi and some hot short story collections. I found really quickly that batteries do nothing for me. Of course, I never anticipated needing toys for my husband before.
So, him being the anal fiend he is, I bought us a vibrating butt plug (mentioned in a previous post or two). It was great, he loved it. He really loved it. So, one day, we're playing with it and I'm doing this thing where I turn it off/on/off/on and making him totally insane with lust (try this, it is awesome). So I turn it on, and it turns off. By itself. I ask him if he messed with it, he says "why on earth would I do that". I wonder briefly if it is a haunted butt plug. Turns out, the damn thing broke. I'm pretty sure that the wire that was attached to the external battery pack got pulled on (though I was being quite careful). But not hard, not even a tug, just a little pull and bam, no more vibrations. That really, really really sucks. And this thing was not cheap, either.
Lesson one: Internal battery packs only
Lesson two: Only buy from sub-shop.com. Better selection, better prices, better quality and everything (including leather) comes in purple.
I can't wait to try on the new strap on harness we got from them...watch this space!
Oh, and I totally agree with Gabby--can we find a better name than "butt plug" for heaven's sake?
Sunday, July 03, 2005Movie night and more about "Him"
Last night we had a nice dinner, then went to the bookstore to walk off the messy chocolate cake and ice cream dessert we shared. While in the bookstore, we found it only appropriate to raid the love/romance/sex section for Dom/sub books. We found the staple books, The Loving Dominant, Different Love, and Guide to Kinky Sex. We browsed through them and found nothing really new or exciting or earth shattering, but did get turned on. We went home empty handed but full of ideas.
Once at home, we put the baby to bed and then set up camp on the sofa. We threw in a movie to watch, and that was that for a while. The movie turned out to be drawn out a bit too much so I went and found my soft rope in the shed. I came back and we each started working on knots to bind me with. Her primary concern was my safety, in other words, if she were to become incapacitated while I am bound, could I get free with some struggling. We came up with a few ideas but are still not wholly satisfied with them. (If anyone reading this has some suggestions to offer, we would love to hear them!)
I did come up with a pretty quick and dirty way to bind my hands (sans hand-cuffs, because we don't have any, yet...!) that involved wrapping the cord around a few times, then around the gap between my arms, then tieing the loose ends. It is tight enough that I can't jerk free if she does something like tickle me or worse (I hope), but if I shimmy my arms around enough, I can pull the soft rope loose to the point that I can slip a hand out with considerable force. All in all, it's good enough for now. We're looking hard at the Love-Me-Knots at the sub-shop and also at straps with clips and/or carabiners.
So after the movie, we hopped into bed and started at it. An hour of boring movie, mixed with creative restraints and imagination focused on sex is enough to get us in the mood. I was already dripping with pre-cum. Mistress wiped it off me and then started to clean her hand on my chest. I usurped her wet fingers and stuck them in my mouth, licking her clean of me. She found this incredibly hot and proceeded to "bind" me. Still worried about escape procedures, we didn't use the rope; I promised to be a good sub and I just held onto the headboard tightly.
Mistress ran her fingers lightly up and down my body, tickling me. I was hypersensitive already, and my penis was hard too, so I was really into it. I screamed and moaned as she touched my knees, which she knows are ticklish no matter what the rest of me is feeling. I screamed and moaned more as she covered my chest with hickeys. I screamed really loud when she tickled my erogonous zones, primarily the head of my penis and my balls, which are sensitive all the time anyway.
She followed the tickling of my balls with something I didn't expect but thoroughly enjoyed. She swallowed my entire, hard cock, and then launched into a tremendous blow job. Mistress gives the best head ever so a blow job from her is worth every second. It was a new sensation for me too, in a way, because I was clutching the headboard. I'm sure that if I looked, my knuckles would have been white from the constant squeezing. I usually scratch her head or back or even "help" her by thrusting my hips towards her, plunging my cock deeper into her mouth. This time, since I was restrained, I had to let her do all the work in her own time. It was even better than before! I yelled as she pulled her mouth off me and squeezed my dick, then sprayed semen all over my chest and belly.
Mistress really likes it when I cum hard, not the drip-drip I sometimes did in the past. I agree too, good orgasms are worth the effort. I lie there, still clutching the headboard, and looked at her, helplessly. Later, she remarked, that this was when she felt I was the most truly submissive to her. She told me to clean myself up and then to cuddle with her.
The baby woke up with gas shortly after that, so we finished there. Mistress told me that I needed to write up my side of the "Who We Are" post, so I'll do that here. She filled in our age and history details, so I'll just add in a little about me specifically.
I am a college-educated professional in the work force, a father and a husband. I have sporty and nerdy hobbies, home improvement projects, and I like kung-fu movies. Basically, I'm just a normal guy that really loves his wife and kids. I was raised very conservatively, and my family is a mixed bag of viewpoints, but no one ever shares them with each other so we all just kind of go about our business. I took the conservative view on relationships for a long time, and the liberal view on just about everything else. While my friends in high school were getting laid, I was writing programs or playing games or going to church or whatever. Had I known then what I do now, things would probably have been different.
For some insane reason, though I have no belief in God whatsoever, I continued parading around as an altarboy, pure of body and all that nonsense. What I was was a 25 year old virgin who masturbated up to 4 times a day, looked at gigs of porn and felt guilty about it. Once I met my wife and realized that I was living a lie, and a retarded lie at that, I got over it pretty quickly.
I remember one time in college I had a "sex is icky" phase. I just thought to myself, "ew" and the thought of sex was gross. Of course, I went back to jerking off within the week, because it felt good and I couldn't really come up with a reason not to do so. Sex feels good and it is natural; to avoid it is more offensive to me than to indulge in it excessively.
What am I getting at with all this? I am a normal guy with healthy perversions. What really is perverted anyway? Does the fact that I like feeling women's stringy panties riding up into my ass make me a freak? Does my total fetish for anal-penetration of my own ass make me gay? Does my resolve to stay a virgin by not fucking other people, but masturbating to porn all day mean I'm really a "pure" person?
All in all, I don't really think it matters one way or another what I like, or what other people like. I feel good doing what I do and being who I am, and I like my wife telling me to lick her ass while she fingers herself. I like sitting on a butt-plug while my wife fucks me. I like being submissive, and I don't think it's weird or wrong or freaky or deviant or detestable. I think it's natural and should be embraced in a safe relationship. To do otherwise would just be a waste!
Saturday, July 02, 2005You still owe me an ass licking
The night got off to a slow start, the plans being dinner and a movie. Of course, I got a stomachache, the food was sub-par, and we were both pretty tired because we got started so late. When we got home, we finished up a few chores, then I shaved and slipped into her red stringy thong and nothing else. She sat on the sofa and we popped the movie in.
Even though the movie was trite and predictable, it had enough of a hook to hold her attention and keep her awake. She told me to rub her feet, which I did for a while, then I started to lick and kiss and nibble them. My Mistress told me to stop it, that it was annoying and I should just stick to rubbing them. I wasn't expecting this, but that's just because I'm still new to subbing.
When the movie was finally over, and it certainly seemed to take an excessively long time to finish (probably just because I was so turned on), I slipped into bed with her. She was tired and I was horny. I snuggled up to her just enough to poke her a little with my hard cock. She demanded to know what I was so turned on about, so I told her "I'm cuddling up close to you, naked." I complimented her body and praised her ass, of course. She played around with my dick a little.
After a little more play, she rolled over to face me and played even more with my penis. Then she pushed me to be flat on my back, spread my legs wide, and started fingering my asshole. I was exstatic by this, My Mistress knows how to pleasure me so well! She then remarked that she was leaking breast milk, so I offered to clean her up. She agreed and I began to lick and suck her nipple. She grew hornier and more awake almost instantly, I do so love pleasing my Mistress!
Then she told me "You still owe me an ass licking, but I'm not getting on my knees for this one. Do you think you can find a way to do it?" I said "I'll try," which is not a good answer for a sub. She said "It sounds like you don't really want it" to which I replied "Oh, yes Mistress, I do want it! Please let me lick your asshole!" She said "That's better, now go find a way!"
I decided that it would be best if I came at it from the side, with her right leg over me. This actually worked a little too well and I ended up licking her crack more than her asshole. I swung around to be on my knees so I could lick her ass with my nose in her vagina, and she got out her Hitachi Magic Wand and began to stimulate herself as well. I could feel the vibrations in my face and tongue, but I really didn't care. I wanted to eat her ass so bad, I would have done so if she had covered it with tabasco sauce!
Mistress, though dripping wet, had not come for a while, so she changed it up a bit. She made me don a condom, and then insert my penis into her vagina, but not fuck her. I was to gently rock back and forth, enough to please myself and keep my erection hard without cumming, and she continued to vibrate on her clit. I reached down to her knees and pulled her feet into my chest, creating a better angle for my penis to stimulate her G-spot.
I released her knees and squeezed her feet a little, then I licked her toes. She pulled her feet away for better leverage as she always does just before her orgasm. I reached down to pinch her nipples a little and play with her breasts while she finished up. My Mistress has really sensitive breasts, so much so that if I touch them and we're not presently fucking, they hurt. However, in this case, since we were fucking, the extra stimulation was enough to send her over the orgasm hill.
She lie there for a few seconds, then asked if I wanted to cum. I said "Yes, Mistress, please let me cum in you." She told me to fuck her hard, so I did. While I was pumping, she screamed "harder!" so I did. I went back and forth into her with as much force as I could muster. I had been on my knees, sitting on my heels for a while now, so my muscles were a little tired, but they were miraculously cured as soon as she said "Harder!"
I came inside her, then kissed her face. She told me I was a good pet, and that I had to clean her up. I pulled a sex towel from the drawer and patted her down. She was right, her lower half was pretty well soaked with saliva and her love juices. We lie together for a short while and then she fell asleep on me.
Friday, July 01, 2005Dream Date
Well, us not being perfect, we haven't even managed to HAVE sex in the last couple days. Kiddos will do that to you.
So, instead, here's a fantasy date that may become reality someday...
He comes home from work and I am ready for him. I dress up a bit, short black skirt, plunging neckline, the four inch heels. I greet him at the door with a stern "on your knees". He drops and lowers his head respectfully but I can see that twinkle in his eye that says he is pleased. I tell him to strip and he does, managing to stay kneeled before me.
Now naked, I direct him to my feet. He gets busy licking and kissing them, and I can see he is getting hard. I like him hard and ready for me as much as possible. After a bit, I take him to the bedroom where I've laid out his outfit for the evening: Black slacks, button up shirt with bold print, a thong and the butt plug he loves so much. I lube up the butt plug and slide it in. He is always so open, so ready for this I'm privately amazed at his capacity. His cock grows even harder and he moans. I like this state of readiness, of desire in him. I leave him to get dressed.
He meets me at the door and we go to dinner. We sit in a private booth and eat fondue. During the chocolate course, we close the curtain on the booth and I send him under the table with melted chocolate. He drizzles it on my toes and licks it off. He reaches a hand under my skirt and rubs my clit, wet with desire. As we leave the restaurant the waiter smirks knowingly at us.
He is so hard and hot from the butt plug in his ass, from the ministrations at the restaurant he is all over me. In the car he starts to beg "please, Mistress, please let me fuck you now, let me taste you let me cum in you let me let me". I just smile and head to the movie. We go to the drive in like horny teenagers. We make out, kisses become more intense and demanding from both of us. I slide over on top of him and bite his neck, leaving red marks. I rake my nails down his back causing him to yelp but there is pleasure in his pain so I continue. I can feel his cock hard in my lap but I leave him wanting again. I can see him fucking my lap and the butt plug, moaning and writhing in the car seat, restrained by clothing and wanting release badly. This is how I like him.
The movie ends (what was it about?) and we head home. I toss him on the bed and bind his extremities to the four corners. I stand over him, naked, watching him watch me. I blindfold him and spend time torturing his body. I run my nails lightly over ever part of him except his cock. He groans and his cock is so hard it must be beginning to hurt him. Good. I get out the bigger dildo and fuck his ass, ramming it in and demanding that he thank me with every stroke. "Thank you Mistress" sounds very good in that raspy, gaspy voice. He is physically shaking, every muscle taut with desire. He is sweating lightly and the bonds that hold him are slippery. I sit on his face, and he takes me eagerly. He licks and sucks my clit with wild abandon until I cum hard and strong.
I could leave him like this, bound and blindfolded on the bed. I could leave him in his desire.
But I want to feel that hard cock I've cultivated all night inside me. That's what it is for. So I slide a condom on and fuck him, hard and fast, until he is screaming with his release and I cum again.
I climb off and unbind him. After a few moments with a towel, we curl up together on the bed and I hold him close, my good little pet.
Sigh, maybe someday soon...