Fisted

It never ceases to amaze me the situations I negotiate my way into. For the puropse of keeping the girls identifieable I shall name them Star (my sadistic friend) Pixie (the cute pert girl who is amazingly adorable) and Sparkles (the girl with the sparkly skull stockings)

I was at a play party recently and after helping the most adorable pert lil cutie attach her stockings to her garter, we began discussing fisting. Pixie mentioned she had never been fisted and always wanted to watch someone do it.

I immediately volunteered.

Star who was to place her fist inside my vagina was someone I had been hoping to play with for months and it appeared that a seed I had planted was about to bear the most delicious of fruits.

We chose the gyno table for the scene and I placed my towel down and clambered into position. I had grabbed a small vibe for my clit and surrendered it to Star happily.

With my legs spread wide and labia open for her to view she wasted no time in lubing up her fingers and slipping them inside me. The vibe pressed against my clit, as I begin to moan and squirm.

Our audience of one had a instrument of torment in her hands and began beating my breasts with a thin paddle.. nipples sucked and bit and tormented as Star's hand relentlessly pushed more fingers inside me. It wasn't enough I needed more. I called out that I was cumming, her fingers and the vibe pushing me over the edge.

I start begging and pleading for more. She is laughing and teasing me and I start laughing and screaming out "PLEASE PLEASE" the sweet Pixie girl who is assisting is exclaiming her amazement at what she is seeing. This only serves to push me further over the top. I am such an exhibiionist.

I hear more laughter from across the room and I am suddenly filled with Star's fist. My arms are above my head and grabbing the edge of the table as I cum all over her fist, groaning and shuddering and laughing as she pulls my orgasm out of me.

Suddenly it is to much and I gasp out my safeword. All play stops and she kisses me. Her fist is still inside of me and she is holding it still and asking if I can take more or if I am finished. I am gasping, my vagina tense and pulsing around her. I ask her to stop, I just can't do anymore now.

Star slides her hand from me and rubs her fingers over my labia gently telling me I am so hot and sexy. I smile and she cleans the lube off my vulva. She assists me off the gyno table and Pixie tells me how sexy it was.

I ask to be caged. My senses are overwhelmed and I need to calm myself. Star cages me and sits on top of the cage. I reach through the bars and touch her legs gently, almost in worship of her. Her skin is so smooth and soft and I find myself softly kissing her sexy ass through the bars. She murmurs her appreciation.

Soon she hops off the bars and informs me she is going to find an entire group of girls to Top me. I whimper in reply and then she is off. While she is gone I discuss with the handsome man who is guarding my cage what could be coming up next for me. We decide he should be part of it!

I watch her from inside my cage as she wanders the party finding willing women to dominate me. Soon she has her fellow sadists gathered and she is removing me from the cage.

I am laid face down on top of a padded cage and tied by my forearms to the eyehooks.

Let the games begin!

I am laughing in no time. Hysterical laughter bubbling from me as I am spanked and swatted, flogged and fucked by an insistent vibrator. Different sensations coming from every direction as each member of our party strikes me with a different implement. Mob mentality at its finest!

My pain loving friend has started punching my ass and laughing "She said she liked being fisted!" I am squealing and the endorphines are causing me to giggle in ecstasy.

I start cumming and squirting and humping and wiggling. I am crying out inbetween bursts of laughter.

To soon in seems it is ending, she has scooped the cum from between my legs and is smearing it all over my bum.

I bliss out as they rub me all over with a soft fluffy mitt and sharp fingernails, I am moaning and muttering as I am untied.

Now THAT is being fisted!

Greedy Selfish Bitch

Yes I just double posted that (I detest mobile blogging)

I am proclaiming this status for myself.

I want what I want, when I want it, how I want it, and only want to give what I want to, when and how I want to, too whoever I want to. Make sense?

For example.

A playmate wants me to come to his house and tease and torment him and make him squirt man juice all over my tits. My first response (in my head or spoken outloud) what is in this for me?

Granted I enjoy the fact that I am a skilled lover/playmate and that is usually enough for me. Then add in the fact that getting people off gets me off. Add on top of that I adore people who grovel (and he is now calling me Goddess and begging). Next add that I will get to control him for awhile (greedy power hungry slut) and then that I will get to watch the cum spurt out of his cock. (This is one of my favorite things in the world).

Oh and don't forget he has my bra size and loves shopping for lingerie *spoiled girl grin* not that this is really neccessary, just a nice bonus!

Yeah there is a lot in it for me. And I am taking as much as I can get.

Why?

Please re-read title.
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Greedy Selfish Bitch

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Ginger Bred Man

This story amuses me greatly.

A man I know has been wanting to play with me for sometime. Begging if you will. During his episodes of intense longing for me to come and play I have obtained consent to do many things to him.

One thing he consented to is ginger.

Ginger is one of my favorite torture devices, you see. When peeled ginger comes in contact with mucous membranes it burns in the most exquiste ways, yet is completely harmless. To receive consent from a playmate for this particular type of play is a rare and precious opportunity.

Not an opportunity to be wasted.

I peeled my ginger and carved it carefully, 4 small narrow pieces for his urethrea and a small plug for his ass.

When I arrived at his home I told him to open the door as I didnt feel like knocking. He greets me and is naked.

MMMMMmmmmMMMMM just how I like my toys!

I hand him my bag, remove my coat, take my bag back and direct him to his bedroom. Removing my shirt and pants as we go so I am wearing only bra panties and a thin silken shell.

I blindfold him with a silk scarf and direct him to lay down.

Unzipping my toy bag I remove a baggie I have stored the ginger in, gloves, lube, and a butt toy. I open the baggie near his face so he can smell the ginger.

I begin teasing him about how I wrangled consent out of him. He is moaning and my gloved and lubed fingers are sliding in his butt crack. I poke a finger in his ass and he starts begging for me to suck his dick. He does look delicious but I am not going there yet.

I lube up the butt toy and slide it inside him rather hard and fast. He grunts and moans and I am pleased by how engroged his cock becomes. It is faintly bule around the head and straining. I stroke him in my hand and open the bag of ginger.

Holding his dick still, I slide the inch and a half long piece of ginger into his penis.

His response is immediate and I am laughing as he squirms and begs, I pull it back out so he can catch his breath and pull the toy out of his ass.

Stoking his cock I push the ginger plug against his anus. He starts begging me "Please Goddess Pleaaase" I laugh and say of course and push it inside him.

It was not the toy he hoped for. He is crying and begging me to take it out, when I grab a new piece for his prick and slide it in.

Oh now I have his attention. He is squirming and groaning and begging and pleading.

I am laughing. I lean forward and bite his balls and all around his dick, licking his shaft and sucking just under the head.

He is beside himself. Crying out that it burns. I laugh and tell him thats the whole point! Leaning forward I lick and bite his nipples.

At last I feel merciful, the poor boy has suffered enough! I remove the ginger and stroke him gently as he calms.

Fucked by ginger in both holes, he truly is a Ginger Bred Man... ahahaha...

Orange is Not a Safeword

I have laid a sheet on the floor in preparation. A pile of clothespins are resting on the end of my red chaise, the other end has 200 feet of coiled rope.

Candles are burning everywhere, their soft light and the scent of vanilla gently filling the air. One plain white taper is not lit.

Two glasses of water are sitting on the low table, one is filled with ice, one is plain water. There are gloves, a knife, a dildo, lube and condoms on the same shelf as the unlit taper.

The fire is burning brightly in the fireplace and throwing off a nice amount of warmth.

I am curled on my sofa under a blanket, the door is unlocked and she knows she is to just enter. Music is playing at a medium level.

I have her sit at the end of the couch and we discuss her past experiences with wax. It was once and it was not pleasant. She tells me she didn't wear any thing scented, no perfume or deodorant. She didn't want to wear anything flammable. I advise her that there will be no flame touching her.

We also discuss clothespins which I received consent for on the phone before she arrived.

She doesn't like nipple torture. The wax play previously burned her nipples, No problem.. I wasn't after her nipples tonight. I laugh and grin evilly.

"Take off your clothes" She is undressing, shirt pulled over her head, leopard print bra underneath. She tells me that this bra can be sacrificed at any point. I just look at her and tell her to take it off.


I am not cutting clothing off tonight. She removes her skirt. Matching leopard print thong. Cute, she tells me I can cut it off too and my only response is a smile.

I rise and she can see me fully for the first time, she comments about my appearance and I smooth my lace shirt over the shawl I have knotted low around my hips. I cross to the chaise and sit down on it, directing her to stand in front of me.

I tease her about being afraid of clothespins and show her the red plastic clips I will use on her. I begin by having her raise her arms. Two clamps under each arm on the tender bits. She gasps and I watch her pupils dilate slightly. This girl knows how to fly, she only needs a pilot!

I laugh at her auto erotic response and scoop up a handful of clips. Clamping the skin of her breasts is arousing me, I feel my clit swell and nipples become erect. Her eyes are fairly glowing and she is chewing her lips as she watches and emits tiny whimpers.

No clothespins on her nipples, I promised not to torture them and I will keep my promise. I merely torment every bit of flesh I can on her breasts instead. The clips are bristling out from her tit flesh in concentric circles and I am delighted with my progress.

Then I start at her hip and make a long swooping arch across her tummy. The clamps are not strong or tight but I watch her closely anyway, knowing it took a lot of courage for her to consent to them.

She is shivering and talking to me still about how they feel and I continue to tease her about fearing these harmless little clothespins when I reach up and yank the first one off.

"OH!" Is her surprised response followed by broken up laughter and pain murmurings.

I pull the other three off her arms and she is dancing a bit and "ow'ing" each one. I taunt her and tease her about them just being little clamps and what would she be doing if I had decided to do a zipper on her? Describing the process to her and hearing her whimper and moan in protest.

I laugh evilly, feeling my sadistic urges taking over. I get a tingly rush and pull the clamps off her breasts one by one... I ask her at one point if she would like slow or fast. She hesitates and says "Slow" I laugh and tear them off her as quickly and cruelly as I can muster.

"Just to show you who is in charge girl" I laugh again and rub the spots where the clips were, knowing the blood returning to those places has made them more than tender. She moans appreciatively..

I instruct her to lay down on the sheet and as she gets settled I cross to the shelf and light the taper. I circle back around her and test a few droplets of wax on the inside of my arm. Pleasantly hot at the distance of an arm span. I know I like it hotter than most so I loom over her with the candle held high above us.

I tip it and the first splashes of wax fall on her exposed belly. She jumps and protests and squirms. I tell her sternly to lay still. Dripping the hot droplets on her thighs and mound and breasts.

She is laughing and moaning and appears to be blissing out. I grab a chunk of ice from a glass and tell her to close her eyes.

Alternating the icy cold drips and the hot wax droplets, I watch her writhing and trying so hard to hold still. Laughter surrounds us, hers in the delight of pain endorphins, mine in sadistic pleasure.

This sexy girl has bared herself to be tormented by me and it pleases me to no end that she is overcoming fears and trusting me to do this to her.

The wax drips come from lower now, she has become accustomed to the heat and I want the scene to slowly intensify. The wax is caking on her belly, with only a few drops on her luscious boobs and quite a bit on her thighs and mound.

I have her open her eyes now so she can see how close the wax is and it starts fucking with her head. She starts crying out when the splashes hit her and telling me it is burning. I tell her it can not, that she has a deep coat of wax on. She accepts this and is doing fine until I straddle her and the drips come from just above her.

I know how hot the wax is this entire time, I have been testing it on myself periodically and I know it will not burn her.

She cries out in two sharp cries and then shouts "ORANGE"

I stick the candle in its holder grab the knife and kneel beside her. She is panting and gasping. I touch her belly and feel only hardened wax, her skin is entirely encased. "Where?" is my question to her and she indicates her sides. I check them carefully and peel the wax drippings off making sure there are no marks underneath. Her skin is unscathed. I look in her eyes and feel her calming now that the candle is away from her.

"Orange is not a safeword silly girl" She never says yellow or red and it has become a joke between us. I can't understand her reasoning, but I do understand the she was very close to saying red and ending the scene.

I inspect my work. I was true to my word, not one drip landed on her nipples, though many landed on her breasts. None of the skin is even reddened by the wax. She has come through without a single burn, not even a minor one.

I unsheathe my knife and show it to her.

"Do not move, I'm not as talented with a knife as I am with a candle!" I snicker and begin the long slow process of freeing her from the wax.

She lays very still and every so often I hear a gasp as my blade slides along her skin. Prying up the wax and baring the soft pale skin below. I tease her about "Oops your didn't want that mole did you?" and laughter surrounds us once more.

I have an urge to press the blade against her skin and cause the red droplets of life blood appear, their coppery scent would mingle well with the scent of her arousal. I suppress it as I continue on my task of cutting and peeling and shaving the wax off of her.

I have her spread her legs and trail the point of my blade over her labia, her scent is delicious and I want her so badly. I want to part her lips and hold her clit hostage, knife point pricking it... but that is another scene for another day.

Moving away I use the edge of the blade to loosen the crust of wax around her navel and pull huge chunks of it away. Showing them to her I toss one on her chest and tell her it is a memento, laughing about it.

I set the knife down and tell her to clean the rest off and go shower.. telling her she can cum in the shower and instructing her to throw the sheet out when she is finished.

I wander around the room snuffing candles and watching her rub and pick the wax off, our scene has ended...

Young Men

I love playing sex games with young men. I'm quite pleased with their ardour and their stamina although I have tired more than a few out. Recently I had two really great experiences playing with younger men.

He had been begging me to play for months and I had been teasing him and telling him that I simply had no time. I am a busy person with a household to run and a gaggle of children to raise as well as working full time. Toss in the fact we were relocating and my time vanished into thin air.

At last I have an evening free. I let him know two days in advance and he clears his schedule. He asks what he can expect and we negotiate the terms of his play.

I dress slowly on the night of our playdate, having showered and applied light makeup and styled my hair. I slip into a pair of silken stockings. Standing and looking in the mirror at myself. I slip on my red spike heels and a red scarf around my neck. My trench coat feels cool against my bare skin, I belt it at my waist, not bothering with the buttons. Adjusting the scarf at my throat, I pick up my dark red lipstick and apply it carefully.

I grab my medium sized toy bag that is stuffed with goodies and strut out my front door.

In my car driving over I listen to music with a strong pulsing beat and slide my fingertips over my throat and thighs every so often. The scent of arousal becomes my perfume.

Parking my car I walk up to his front door and press the buzzer so he can let me in. I smooth my coat in the elevator. At last I am at his door.

He opens it and he is naked, as I have requested. I step inside and he offers to take my coat.

I untie the belt and slip it off. He groans quietly and I watch his dick harden as he takes my coat and hangs it up. We walk down a short hall to his living room. I am pleased to see a low table waiting for my bag, I set it down, noting that he has candles burning on every surface that will hold them. The lights are turned low and the music is soft and unobtrusive.

He follows directions well.

He kneels before my feet and looks up at me. His hard penis is pointing straight at me and his skin is gleaming in the candle light. How lovely this body will be to torment and tease.

I walk around him slowly and have him kneel up so I can inspect him more thoroughly. Mm he has taken great pains to remove every bit of hair from his chest and genitals. I see a few stragglers and smile. More fun for me. My hand is sliding over his chest and I touch his nipples gently, he moans quietly and I can not resist his lips any longer. Leaning in I kiss him softly, me lips barely grazing over his. His breath is hot on my face and I inhale his scent as my hands slide behind him, one caressing down his back and the other tangling in luscious waves of dark hair.

This boy is sexy. I back away and run my hands over his well muscled arms and down his tummy to his hips. I have an urge to just lick him all over. I love the taste of skin and lean over and lick and nibble along his collar bone, my hands roaming over his butt cheeks. I can feel him quivering in his excitement.

Still he is so well behaved. He has not tried to touch me, even though his eyes are fairly glowing with hunger. I slip close and bury his face in my tummy. Bending so my nipples rub in his hair. Rubbing my hands over his shoulders and feeling some of his tension ease. He is nervous.

I step back to my bag and unzipping it I pull out a roll of purple vet wrap. Crossing to where he kneels I wrap around his wrist, have him put his hand beside his ankle and bind his wrist to ankle. I do the same on the other side and survey my work. Asking him to bend forward and back to make sure he is flexible enough. He does very well and I am pleased with my quick easy bondage.

I have him bend forward and grab a cushion and place it under his head so his bum is in the air and his head is on the ground. His legs are spread and I can clearly access his balls, butt and cock.

I slide my hand over his bum and softly start spanking him. He groans a bit and wiggles, I watch his cock swaying and bobbing. Spanking a bit harder until his hips are waggling. I laugh and tell him next time I will bring impact toys, He moans and begs "no no please" and I only laugh.

I return to my bag and pull out a long taper of plain unscented untreated wax. I see he is watching me from his position on the floor and I am chuckling as I pull out a small pair of sharp edged scissors and 3 butt toys of varying sizes. We will see which he can accommodate.

I light the taper from one of his burning candles and wait for it to melt enough to test on the inside of my wrist.

I stand over him and slowly drip the hot wax over his back and ass. Going so far as to even drip it on his feet and arms. I have him arch his back, and raise the candle high so the drips cool slightly before they land on his testicles. He is groaning loudly and flinching and I am holding back my laughter. It is so amusing to tease this sexy boy.

I blow out the candle as it is down to a small stub and being mischievous I rub the waxy bit over his butt-hole. He whimpers and hips rock. He is such a butt slut! "You want your butt fucked boy?" His response is a loud moan and I grab the biggest butt plug and a bottle of lube. Dripping the lube into his hole and lubing the toy I press the tip to his tight little hole.

He is pressing back against it and I push it inside him hard. He cries out loudly. This is bigger than he is used to.. I leave the plug in his ass and stroke his swollen hard cock with my free hand. I feel him moving with me and rub his balls and taint in slow arousing motions with my other hand. He is groaning in bliss when I turn the vibrations on in the plug.

He thrusts wildly in my hand and I grip him tightly as he fucks my hand. My other hand is fucking his ass with the toy now.

He is begging loudly and sharp little cries are coming from him "PLEASE GODDESS PLEASE!!"

I tell him to give his orgasm to me NOW. His cum is spurting in great jetting fountains from his cock and over my hand, I pull the plug from his ass as he comes and he screams and writhes and I keep stroking him and squeezing every drop from him.

I grab my scissors and cut his wrists and ankles free. Using the sharp edge to slough most of the wax off and push him over gently onto his side.

He lays there, eyes glazed and panting. He finally refocuses on me. I am sitting beside him and gently rubbing the wax off his body.

Thank you is all he says to me and and I smile. I am wildly horny and want his tongue in me but I will make him wait longer to have that gift.

He sits up and we embrace...

Well that is all the time I have to write today, I will have to write about the other young man in another post!

Scattered

Well the last month has left me with few actual playdates, and a head full of scattered thoughts and desires.

I am not one to make new years resolutions, preferring to goal set and review them about once a month. I won't bore anyone with details of that. Needless to say, no resolutions to report (I wonder what marketing guru jumped on the tradition and made it the weight loss wonder that it is today)

I am attending at least 4 events this month and hope to see many of my friends and playmates there. I will enjoy myself greatly (as I always do) and hope to be able to make a few other people very happy as well.

I am trying to figure out a way to sharpen the steel claws I have acquired without causing them to lose their shape or develop burrs. Right now they are dull and provide a nice sensation but sharp would be so much more delicious.

I have been having some amazingly erotic dreams, I think it is due to a surgery I have recently had that prevents me from masturbating... Test O is Saturday, wish me luck heh.