Pussy Worship
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Wednesday, August 31, 2005Undiscovered CountryMy orgasm has gone missing. Put out an all points bulletin, start doing random car searches, because it took off without leaving a note. I've mentioned before I'm not an easy score, and pregnancy just about killed the orgasm all together, but it came back (at least it could HAPPEN) after birth. Now, it's gone again. It's like that planet in the Star Trek TNG episode where they steal the children--sometimes you find it, sometimes you don't. They lived with this big computer that they couldn't control, much like my own libido. A mythical place with a mystery control center that no one can understand or tap into reliably. Dang I just nerdified myself big time. I know what turns me on, don't get me wrong. Sheesh, anyone who reads this blog knows what turns me on. I have no problems getting wet, getting aroused, getting excited, wanting sex, wanting orgasm. I love being with pet, in all ways D/s or not. I love his cock, I love his hairy chest, I love making him squirm. I love ass fucking him until he screams. Should I blame my friend Hitachi, too strong? Should I blame my enemies fatigue and breastfeeding hormones? Should I blame the mommy in me who perks up to every shift or sigh over the baby monitor? My busy mind that is thinking about the grocery list even when trying so hard to focus on the task at hand? Can't be lack of material, given the fantastic bloggers out there. I certainly don't blame pet, who has learned tons in the last few years and even more in the last few months. Anyway, if any of you happen by my orgasm out there, tell it the vacation is over, and it's time to get back to work! Tuesday, August 30, 2005No News is Sleepy NewsNo new sex fun to report, too much taking advantage of sleep time around here. Sad. Blame little Stewie and renewed committment to exercise (we have to keep in shape for our exploits, and we are cranky and sore). Here is a sex haiku, because I can: She stands before him Dressed in red and dripping wet Naked her desire Monday, August 29, 2005ChatWell, in an attempt to locate like minded D/s individuals to compare notes, make friends, etc. I ventured back into the world of IMs and chat rooms. It is scary out there. I mostly encountered spam and propositions. How interesting it is that people are just willing to bare all within seconds of meeting or talking to someone. I don't know his name, but he's showing me his cock. Another doesn't know my name but is willing to come see me and serve me. Good heavens, I could be a serial killer for all they know. Or they could be. Why is everyone in such a hurry? I might enjoy kink, but I'm not one for the hit and run sexual encounter. Plus, I always say I'm committed and not looking, and this is not a deterrant for most of them. My wise husband pointed out that when you can't get what you need in real life, you become a bit desprate looking for kink in any place you can find it. I consider myself a very lucky girl that pet decided to go down this road with me, and I am so glad I'm not out there trolling for a sub, desprate to explore my sexuality with no willing partner. Ug, I feel for them. Anyway, if any of you readers/fellow bloggers do yahoo messanger, feel free to look me up, my ID is josephine_anonymous. Thursday, August 25, 2005Search TermsOk, I usually don't post twice in a day, but seriously this is funny stuff. All grammar and caps have been kept original. Search term 1: do woman want there pussy ate after a man cums in it? Temple PW says: YES, they do, but learn to speak and spell properly first. Search term 2: I HAVE THE PUSSY SO I MAKE THE RULES Temple PW says: DAMN STRAIGHT! Search term 3: sometimes i just want a big dick in my pussy Temple PW says: most of the time, really. Don't settle for sometimes, girls, just buy one if your man doesn't possess natural gifts. Then use it on him, then switch condoms and use it on you too. Woot! I also wanted to draw attention to two hot picture blogs we love here at the Temple: http://www.flashthegash.blogspot.com (the lovely Sarah and friends, yummy) http://www.welovebiggirls.blogspot.com (yummy real women) Makes a girl like me consider going bi more and more every day... This is not real. I got home earlier than expected from a night out with the girls. I take these nights to myself and leave the pet alone with the children to clear my mind of mommyhood and partnerhood. Just to be me, without obligation. But, even in that space I feel a pull home, so I leave early without consuming the requisite girly drinks. When I get home, all is very quiet. The children are in bed, on time and the dishes are done. He has been a good pet while I was gone. I figure he turned in early, not expecting me home for a few hours yet. Then I hear it. Buzzing, from the bedroom. I smile wickedly--someone is in trouble... I slip off my shoes and walk as quietly as I can to the room. Obviously he didn't hear me come in. The door to the bedroom is locked, but I unlock it with the key we keep on the doorframe and open it ever so quietly. That's when I see him. He's got my stockings on. Black thigh highs with lace tops that don't really go up as far as they should on his long legs. I can see leg hair poking out here and there, but mostly his legs are swathed in black silk. They are attached to my black garter belt, and over that a black baby doll nightgown. I have no high heels that fit him so instead of wearing them I can see he has gotten a pair out to look at, touch and smell. They lay now by his head, nearby but not in use. He hasn't seen me or heard me because he is face down on the bed, ass high in the air and moaning into a pillow. He's got his butt plug buried in his ass and my vibrator on top of it, pushing it into him in rhythmic thrusts. He is moving his hips into the bed with each thrust, but is not touching his cock. Clearly he is drawing out his pleasure, savoring the experience. I'm on him and he starts violently. I climb on the bed in one movement and whisper in his ear "oh you are a dirty little slut and you need to be fucked like the whore you are." His heart is beating fast, I scared him but now I can see the twinkle in his eye. "You're home early," he manages to blurt out. "Quiet pet, I do the talking from now on. Besides, your mouth will be full soon enough." I get naked quick, and strap on the dildo we share. "On your knees, slut," I say and as he scrambles up I remind him to keep the butt plug in his ass. I stand over him on the bed and shove my cock in his face. He sucks eagerly, and I moan and fuck his face. He sucks, takes much of the cock but not all into his mouth. As he sucks the back of the dildo hits my clit and I get too shaky to be on my feet. "Back in position," I bark, and he is back with his ass in the air in record time. My things do look good on him, he is quite sexy in black lace. I use the dildo to smack his ass, and with each smack he moans and thanks me like a good pet. He knows he's in trouble, and he's kissing up. I smack him hard, then switch to my bare hand and alternate buttocks until he is glowing red and trembling for release. He isn't saying anything--he is well trained enough to know better. I locate the lube and slide the cock in his ass in one harsh stroke. He groans, a pain/pleasure sound I love to hear. I begin to fuck him in earnest, glad he's spent time training himself so I don't worry about hurting him. I can see his balls dangling and grab them harshly, pulling and stretching them while I thrust into him. He is becoming frantic, his hips have starting slamming back into me outside of his control. He feels heavy and pliable--a good sign he is submitting. "Turn over," I say and pull out of him. He does as I ask without protest. On his back his cock stands straight up out of the lingerie and I mount him and fuck him, cumming quickly--quick enough that by some miracle he doesn't. Lucky him. I move up to his face and sit, smothering him in my juices and he eats me, the second time he's given me head tonight. I cum again, and he licks my pussy clean. "Hungry?" I ask him, then without waiting for a response I climb off and lay down. "Cum on my breasts," I say. He complies, jumping up quickly and getting on his knees beside me. He strokes himself and cums quickly, then knows without being told what his true punishment for the night is. He leans down and licks every bit of his cum off my breasts. We collapse together and I hold him, murmuring encouraging words and calling him my sweet little slut, and we both fall into a blissful sleep. Tuesday, August 23, 2005Switch"Can I tie you up?" He asked, a huge smile on his face. "Only if you stick to the agreement," I replied. He had agreed that he could taunt, tease and tantalize me all day, as long as I got the first orgasm. If he came first, he promised to eat it. I was looking forward to seeing him fail, really. I settled back on the bed, not a four poster so he sent some nylon strapping underneath and tied my wrists a la this post, one to each side of the strap. I had enough play to let myself free, but my arms bent only slightly. I was trapped. He set a sarong over my face to act as blindfold, one I've used on him before. He proceeded to tease me as promised. He ran his hands lightly over my belly, my thighs, my breasts. I shivered in my exposure and goose bumps raised on my skin. He blew cold air over my expectant flesh and I began to moan. I reached to caress him but was stopped by the restraints. He smiled, and told me how much more exciting this was than he expected. I could feel his hard cock pressing against my leg, and was hoping he would give in and cum first. He had other plans. He moved between my legs for his favorite activity, pussy worship. He licked my lips, nibbled my inner thighs and began licking and sucking my clit. I was excited, moving against him but not orgasmic. I was too busy thinking about the agreement, wanting to arouse him. He moved away from me then, and for the first time I felt truly out of control. He went into the bedside table drawer and I had no idea what he was looking for. I heard a condom rip and assumed he was going to fuck me. I gushed wetness in anticipation of him eating his cum. He leaned over me, but instead of his cock I felt our bigger dildo slide inside me. Tricky pet! He fucked me hard with the dildo, hitting my gspot and making me writhe. He resumed his worship of my pussy, sucking and even lightly biting my clit until I came, hard, in a rush and telling him how lucky he was. He gave me a brief respite, then did everything again, forcing a second orgasm out of my bound body. He untied me, rock hard, and got dressed. His fun would have to wait until later. Monday, August 22, 2005Who Goes There?All of a sudden, pet is a new man. He chalks it up to extra sleep and the many many conversations we've had recently that start with a failed attempt at D/s, and end with lots of talk and bargaining and conversation about ourselves. Yay intimacy, painful it may be but productive too. Here is my favorite tidbit of conversation of the last few weeks, sparked by the ongoing Poly discussion around my favorite blogs (though I've always been a "little bit poly", just never given the opportunity): Me: I just wonder, you know, if we met someone as fabulous as we are with each other, if we would be open to poly... Pet: I don't close the door on anything anymore. What gender would they be? You know my vote (female). Me: You know mine (male). Hey, what about your friend *hotniceguy* from college? He'd make a great third. Pet: That would be too weird. Me: Yes, your other college friends would be saying "dude, your wife is kissing *hotniceguy*," and you'd reply "that's cool." Pet: What about, "dude, you're kissing *hotniceguy*." "That's cool." Hee hee. I will always maintain that there is NOTHING wrong with two boys at the same time (nod to Office Space fans). Sex posts to follow. I ponder this: am I still dominant if he ties me up ;) Wednesday, August 17, 2005SecondsI feel like a thief of time lately, stealing seconds whenever we can to make love. We are adapting to so many new things, having two kids, my lack of a job (planned, but not always easy), and of course little Stewie the high needs baby. He's teething, so maybe after those suckers come through we'll get some sleep finally...maybe. The other day a can of chocolate frosting migrated its way into the bedroom and we spent exactly seven minutes playing. Pet put a dab of frosting on my right inner thigh and started to lick. Takes some work to get that frosting clean so he spent some time there. Then he moved to the other thigh, and wrote "ass", so he'd be licking my ass. I had intended this to go much further, even to my actual ass, when little Stewie interrupted. The frosting is still there, though, waiting for us to return. Another stolen second: I indulged a fantasy of mine--touch training. We were kissing, rolling around and generally getting pet very hard and horny. He spent some time on my feet, first a gentle rub down of each foot. I like it when he takes his time there, relaxes my whole body and he is very excited by my feet. He used his warm hands to press and rub all the tension out of the balls of my feet, then pressed lightly on the heels. He then began his foot worship in earnest, though he always rushes through it and really needs to learn some self control. This time he spent some time gently licking my feet, especially the arches where I'm quite sensitive. Then he began biting, too fast and too hard so I gave him a bit of verbal correction. This threw off the whole rhythm of what we were doing and we never really got back to sexual stuff and spent time fussing at each other instead. Yuck. I've never had any trouble expressing my needs but for some reason he doesn't always respond well. I've got to learn better ways...thank heaven for my mentors out there in cyberworld! And the last, best stolen second: I was feeling less than my best, pet was a horny monster so I went whole hog into another fantasy. Again we started with cuddling and he did a much better job touching and caressing every part of me as to get me wet. We engaged in a bit of sheer fucking--he slid his cock in and out of me slowly and forced himself to remain in control of his orgasm while I squeezed my pussy muscles and moved my hips to meet his. In the past he would have been cumming in seconds but he managed to go much longer. It was fantastic! He began to suffer, though, and started whispering places on my body he wanted to cum--toes, ass, back of my knee...but I had other plans. I instructed him and he sat on his haunches before me. I was laying down missionary style and he stroked his hard cock directly into my pussy until he came all over. Then he leaned down and cleaned me up with his tongue, eating every bit of cum out of me. That last bit was quite delightful, and now he owes me an orgasm. I'm quite pleased with pet's response to my desires, even if he has to stop and think about it before recommitting to submission. This journey isn't easy, but it sure is fun! Thursday, August 11, 2005DerailedSince we've started the D/s journey, we've found that we often hit a snag somewhere in the middle of lovemaking and have to stop. Mainly, we find that one or the other of us miscommunicated a desire and put unwarranted pressure on the other. We're finding that pet needs clear, specific direction at all times while subbing or he gets stressed and overwhelmed trying to please me but not knowing how. I think I often forget just how inexperienced a lover he was before me, because he was so eager (was, HA, still is). I'm glad now for this D/s opportunity to train him correctly in the art of pleasing a lover, instead of allowing him to flounder around. With D/s on board, I can give him clear direction without feeling bossy or feeling like I'm ignoring his needs. During scene, his needs are my needs, and we both do better. I'd like to set up some training sessions for him. I find that he really enjoys the parts of D/s that are focused on him--when I restrain him and torture him with sensation, or when I rough him up and fuck him, basically use him for my pleasure whatever that is. However, when it comes to my desire to be touched, caressed, stroked or generally loved on, he freaks out because he doesn't know "how". No amount of reassurance relaxes him, and he just shuts down. I'm envisioning a kind of body part by body part tour, ENDING with the clit, which he doesn't need much training on. Hm, more on this later, perhaps. Please feel free to add ideas, comments if you like--we do enjoy the feedback. Oh, and for those of you who enjoyed the cum eating story, I am going to take you up on your advice and explore that further, too. Pet loves to cum all over my toes, I think that is a good place to start. Friday, August 05, 2005Talk Dirty to MeWe were talking, pet and I, about many things the other night but eventually the topic landed on orgasm. I, it appears, am heavily into orgasm control. I can't think of anything that gives me more of a rush than denying orgasm, delaying orgasm, or generally frustrating pet to the point of mania. The problem, you see, is that the more he wants to cum the more he will do for me. I don't know if it's a guy thing or a universal thing (because I am the same way to a degree), but once he wants to orgasm, he looses all control of his mental faculties and will do pretty much anything. Why on earth would I let that mood go to waste by actually LETTING him? I am a bitch sometimes, but a fun one! Turns out that his intense desire for orgasm and fear I won't ever let him cum (more legitimate than he likes) keeps him from dropping into subspace on many occasions. And I appear to react by wanting to quit the whole project because--well, if he doesn't want to relinquish control what is the point after all? It is a weird thing--I know it is my responsibility to make sure we are both taken care of emotionally and physically while I'm Domming--I relish that role and take it very very seriously. I would never hurt pet on purpose--everything I do serves to benefit us both in the long run or I wouldn't do it. I'm not much of a Sadist, just a Dominant. But I see his point that giving up control means risking every time that I won't take care of us both--that I'll let him go for days or weeks without orgasm. To me that borders on torture, but on the other hand every time he subs that power is mine to wield or the whole point of D/s is moot. I don't want to role play or have rough sex, I want to Domme in every sense of the word and if that means no orgasm for weeks, that is what it means. So he has to trust not that I will let him cum, but that I know what is best for our sexual health and enjoyment even if he doesn't think so. He does admit I've not let him down in the orgasm department yet, even when I did play with denial for a bit. He's not suffered yet in any way, apart from the fear of it. There is a post at Freya's House of Dreams (a blog I somehow missed but won't anymore) by her husband and Dom that really says things more eloquently than I can. Check it out here. A loving Dom if I ever saw one. Anyway, here's the fun result of this discussion: In talking all about orgasm and the loss of self control, pet remarked that he would often jerk off and imagine eating the result. This makes me wildly horny. I get wet even now typing about it a few days later. My god, the smutty, base, slutty thought of him eating his own cum makes my head spin and my clit throb. And imagining him as a teenager (I knew him then, too), holed up in the family bathroom with a Victoria's Secret catalog, caressing his cock and fantasizing about eating his cum, oh yummy yummy. See, I loose all ability to complete sentences. With the kiddos around, we've resorted to a kind of mutual masturbation that involves him and a webcam for my later viewing pleasure. He gets off on the exhibitionism and I get off on the movies plus his willingness to make them for me. Yesterday I cued up the new video and found this gem: Pet is laying on his back with his ass in the air. His body is in an L shape with his lower back and ass supported by the bed and some pillows. His cock, therefore, is pointed directly at his face. He's already quite hard and his hand is moving up and down his cock. I can see his body making those pleasant little movements that say all the nerves are firing, everything feels good. I have an excellent view of his whole body, laid out and bare for me. He is focused, his face intent on his task--lost in the process and imagining what he's about to do. I can hear his breath coming fast and see his chest heaving in excitement. He's panting. He's clearly hot because it is over fast, and jets of cum shoot all over his face and open mouth. The last shot is of his face as he reaches to turn off the camera, clearly covered in his juices. He did it, he ate his cum for me to watch. Don't I have the best pet ever? Monday, August 01, 2005TiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiredYou know, I feel like I'm done having children. Perhaps it has something to do with the tiny tyrant running my sex life (not to mention the rest of my life) into the ground. I have visions of him at 2 a.m. with a little Napoleon hat talking like Stewie from Family Guy ("oh yes, mother, bring the life giving milk. What's that, sleep? Intimacy with daddy? Mwhahahahahahaha). If my first one had been this hard the new one might not have made it to the planet at all... sigh. Not that those of you who have kids on the way (kaylem) should be worried at all. Mwahahahahaha. No I'm kidding. No really. In more erotic news, I got the soon to be christened "Bondage Chair" chair out of the garage and it is all ready to be used. I even practiced using the rope a bit so I don't feel all silly when it comes down to it. I posted a while back about one use for it, here's another option: I tie him to the chair, hands behind his back and legs to the front chair legs. He is naked and it is a bit cold, making his nipples stand up and goose bumps run lightly over his flesh. I put him in front of the TV and pop in our favorite new movie, Secretary. He watches, and it drags a bit so nothing happens at first. But at the first spanking, I can see him get hard. I watch as his cock gets harder and harder, and I know from knowing him how badly he wants to touch it. When he is hard enough I unbind his legs and slide on silk stockings. I want him to feel every inch of the silk as I draw each stocking up to his thigh. I know this turns him on, because he is my little slut. He might be a big tough man, but he is my dirty slut and he knows it. Loves it. I stroke his legs through the silk and his cock bobs and weaves in response. I keep him tied to the chair. I get ice from the kitchen and return to a dripping cock. He is whimpering. I rub the ice down his chest and onto his cock and balls. He yelps loudly and tries to get away, but he is tied in place. I stroke his balls delicately with the ice, then rub it across his asshole. He is thrashing around--my pet is very sensitive. I'm not sure what this would do to his hard on, all the more reason to try it, but I can get him hard fairly quickly if I want to with a bit of sucking and flicking my tongue around his engorged head. He begs to lick my ass, so I bend over in front of him. He licks my asshole and I can hear him getting more and more aroused. I turn around and sit on his lap, sinking him into my pussy. "Don't cum" I tell him and ride him wildly, because I know it will make him cum. He shouts and bites my shoulder as he orgasms, then apologizes and looks to me for forgiveness. I untie him and take him into my arms. He spends the next half hour licking and sucking me all over and we start again... |
