Monday, February 27, 2006Alone
My lovely pet took the little ones out for pancakes so I could recover from my visit to the sadist, I mean dentist. I'm alone and all I can think about is beating the hell out of pet's ass. Pain seems to bring out my less than sweet dominant side...
I'd start off with the suede flogger, warming him up. He loves that thing, it is far more pleasure than pain for him, like a backrub. I flog all over his ass and back, bringing the blood to bloom and warming him up for the main event. He likes this, gets lost in the sensations.
Pain tends to bring him back to earth, though, and I'd probably continue on with my bare hand. He's been coaching me in the finer points of painful vs. Pleasurable spankings. Which is useful for when I really want to see him squirm. I provoke a nice, pink glow to his cheeks and ignore his "ow"s. After all, his safe word has not come into play. I like to alternate between the painful and the pleasurable, letting the sensations build up until they become a bit blurred for him.
Then, I get out the riding crop, and any blur vanishes with a few well placed slaps that really do hurt.
After the ass beating, I have no idea what I have planned. Maybe nothing. Just a cathartic, satisfying session of breaking the pleasure/pain barrier with pet.
Friday, February 24, 2006Purity Test Result: 50.8% pure
Ok, I know it is totally silly, but I was curious...I hadn't taken the official purity test in a long time.
My score went down. A lot. Who knew ass fucking and bondage were such impure activities?
I wonder what pet's is now? I bet it is waaaaaaaaaay lower than it was when we met...I'm such a corrupter.
What's your score?
Him says: I just took it and I got a 60%. I am not quite so experienced as Her but I totally rocked the masturbation section. Oh yeah me and my hand!
Wednesday, February 22, 2006Overdue
Overdue for a clean shave, which I believe is happening now.
Overdue for being collared and leashed.
Overdue for being restrained while I use him.
Overdue for a spanking that leaves him sore and red.
Overdue for an ass fucking that leaves him begging for more.
Time I cashed in.
Sunday, February 19, 2006Heart shaped mark
So, finally I earned a really hard spank with the riding crop. I was busy being ravaged by my Lady, and I did something gross (on accident) that peeved her, and so she bent me over and whack! Then she got all giddy because she could see the outline of a heart from the crop impact. Yup. That's that. Ow. She's threatening me more now because I'm laughing at Her laughing at me as she reads this over my shoulder.
Thursday, February 16, 2006Quiet
We've been quiet here for a bit, life life life.
We had a lovely valentine that involved, most specifically, not being at home with the kiddos, which was fun. By nine the next morning, mama that I am, I was itching to return home to them. So much for getting what you wish for.
However, there was much kink and fun that evening, including some ass play for pet which hasn't happened in far too long, obviously. I will say he loves his vibrating ass plug. I need to work on training him more often for ass play, though, because I did not get to use my strap on, which was quite disappointing. Next time, pet.
I also spent some time with pet in wrist restraints, riding his cock. That was fun. I love to see him tied up, unable to act on his impulsivity. After all, if I left sex to his devices, we'd be done about ten seconds after we started. Boys!
Saturday, February 11, 2006All Week
I got injured a week and a half ago (nothing sex related, whew). Since then, I've been worried that the injury is more serious than usual. I went to the doctor and I've scheduled an appointment to see a specialist, so it's pretty well under control, even if it is bad, it's still not that bad. All the same, I worry.
This is bad for our sex life, because worrying trumps horniness. Unfortunately, I didn't figure out that I was worrying so hard over nothing until after a week of no sex had gone by. I also was kind of a dick off and on throughout the week; no time spent thinking about what I was saying since my brain power was all invested in worrying.
So, my Lady has decided that this broke one of the rules of our contract, the one where I keep her informed of what's going on with me. It's motivation for me to figure stuff out faster in the future, and maybe to keep my mouth shut to avoid general dickiness.
That said, we decided my punishment should be a bit of orgasm denial. We had some lovely cuddle time which led into her dripping wet pussy inviting me inside. I dove in with my fingers, which made her ever wetter and hornier. She came up and sat on my face and made me lick her pussy. Then, she came back down and lay on her back, using her vibrator while I fucked her.
She came, then I moved off her and sucked her nipples and she vibrated some more and came again. I was massaging my dick, still in the condom, between her thigh and mine. It felt really good and I had to keep stopping since I wanted to come. I immediately tried to get her to recind the decision; then I got a bit whiny, then tried some flattery, and finally logic to get her to let me get off. She refused. I even said stuff like "prostate health recommends 3 orgasms a week." No luck.
All day long has been back and forth, horny, whiny, horny, whiny, horny, whiny, horny, whiny, horny, whiny... I really can't stand denial of orgasm. Delay I can handle, but denial is a right pain in my ass. It was good punishment for breaking the rule though, and while I'm sure I'll manage to break others, or maybe that one again, I'll certainly be more aware of the consequences and if possible, not break them.
(I've been playing with myself for about an hour now while she's been out, stopping just shy of orgasm. It's a bit frustrating, but maybe it will teach my dick to stay hard while not coming a little longer while we have real sex; muscle memory and all that.)
Thursday, February 09, 2006Kinky Kookies
My Lady does love making cookies, and she had some overflow, which she let me decorate. Of course, as soon as I started, she joined in. Here are some of our creations. We also endorse this idea if you have a bunch of heart cookie cutters but want a more fetishy theme to your romantic evenings.
My lady made these, kinda like exotic dancer breasts with glitter all over them.
My lady also made this one, a beautiful pussy, with pink lips and a bright red clit. The hair is chocolate frosting.
My masterpiece started with just the butt, and that could be poop or hair, whatever turns you on more. Then my lady took a cookie that was a heart with an arrow through it and stuck it in the hair poop! So I decorated the arrow to be a bright red penis, with a nice pink set of balls, and of course, plenty of hair to go around.
I really couldn't help myself, it was all so good I pulled out and shot my load (whipped cream) all over!
There you have it. Kinky Kookies. We used clear icing to make the sugar glitter and everything stick, except the chocolate frosting, of course. Then we ate them! She wouldn't eat the butt so I had to, but I also got to eat the pussy. She ate the breasts and broke the dick off the balls, just to make a statement. I'm sure she would have spanked the butt too had she thought of it, but she was too busy whacking my ass with kitchen tools as we decorated.
The non-sexual portion of our D/s relationship has truly blossomed in the last months, something I did not really anticipate happening when we first started out.
I've written before that we kind of set things up to be this way, long before we decided to acknowledge our relationship as one of power exchange. I made decisions then, I make them now. So why bother with all the big language and specifications?
I believe we needed this portion of our lives clarified because before this, everything was muddy. I knew in my heart I could make the bottom line calls on basically every decision we made, but I didn't feel safe or even fair doing it when pet had not outwardly consented to such an arrangement. After all, power exchange without the exchange is simply rule by force, and I balk at that very much.
Pet, conversely, has never been one for final decision making. And when I would look to him to make a call, he would get all confused and overwhelmed. I don't want to speak totally for him, but I would say the D/s has given him a great weight off his shoulders--if he doesn't know, he asks. If he is unsure, he looks to me for clarification. Simple.
Anyway, things seem to be going very well. I feel very at home in my role and pet and I seem to be getting along better in general. We had a tough year, our hardest so far, but I think things are at last settling down. We seem more relaxed, more open to each other and open to new experiences. Life just seems to be moving along peacefully.
When I look back on my life, I want to remember that every day, every quiet moment made a difference, made us happy. Not the big events, though those are fun, but the little tiny seconds in time where we chose to communicate, to love, to appreciate who we are and what we mean to each other. That is what I want to see when I remember.
Sunday, February 05, 2006Just one more
My Lady and I were horny, it had been a few days since buns and a few more days since She had any kind of release, so we were both in the mood for sex. We went to bed early, which always helps our sex life since going to bed late when we're tired makes sex is an obstacle to sleep.
She was feeling quite generous and let me choose her outfit. She and I went through her basket of naughty naughties, and I picked out a corset, some fishnet stockings, a garter belt, and no panties or strings or anything, since those just get in the way. She was hot (or rather, She is hot) and I wanted to jump Her, but she beat me to it. She picked my attire, which consisted of a collar and a leash, which she then used to direct me.
So, first thing she did was get out the flogger, which I totally love. It was a great warm-up tool to get me ready for the spanking to come. Then she whacked my ass a few times with her palms, and finally pulled out the new crop. I may have made a mistake in getting that for Her but She gets all giddy holding it. She first traced around me, letting me feel the cool leather, then did a few light taps. This wasn't too bad. Then She started in a bit harder, and while she didn't leave any welts or heart shaped prints, there were some sore spots and my cheeks were pretty warm.
Then She told me to pick a butt plug and put it in, then, after inspecting it and making sure it was in well (She does love to prod a bit, and I love it too), She flipped me on my back. I wasn't totally hard because the spanking pain really kills my erection (actually, any pain does, I can't explain why I'm addicted to it), so I started to stroke myself a little. She slapped my hands away and said "Do you think I need help getting you hard?" She bent over my dick, then licked my balls a bit; then followed by licking my dick a little and cupping my balls. This worked well, but to seal the deal, she took me into her mouth and gave a little whirlybird with her tongue that is oh-so-good, and that had me ready to her satisfaction.
I reached for a condom but She told me "nope." I protested a little since I was about to burst already but She said that I would just have to try really hard to be good. Her pussy was dripping wet, I had no trouble sliding in. She put her hands on my chest and started rocking her hips and ass, which really worked on me, and I almost came about 50000000 times, and every time I almost came she would pick up on it and have to stop herself, which meant she was also nearly coming about 50000000 times. Finally, she managed to rock Herself into a position where she was pulling one of my pubic hairs, so every thrust was both enjoyable and stingingly painful, which kept me hard but didn't send me over.
That did the trick, and there was much rejoicing as she came, and collapsed on me. She then asked how I wanted to come, so I said that what we were doing was going well and so I put on a condom and re-entered Her. She rocked back and forth again atop me, riding me hard. Right as I was coming and screaming (much more than I usually do), she stopped rocking, which left me somewhere between a half-gasm and an orgasm. Something like a 3/4 gasm. I said "Just one more" to help push the orgasm through, and her, now discovering her sadist side, started rocking back and forth like crazy. I screamed even louder. She said the reason She stopped rocking in the first place was because I was screaming so much She thought I was already done with my orgasm. When I asked for more, well that was just fun for Her.
Wednesday, February 01, 2006D/s Romance
Some men buy their wives flowers. I like flowers just fine.
My pet bought me this, as a romantic surprise:
Fool. He should know better by now than to buy me stinging spanky toys. Mwahaha.
You can find the crop here if you so desire.