Clothespins

I have never really had a love of being pinched. I am loathe to suffer nerve damage so I am always cautious when engaging in this type of play. I have to work with someone who I trust and who is greatly attentive or I simply will not consent.

Recently I gave a lover two bags of clothespins and two smallish clit clips and lay back to have him experiment on me.

It was delightfully excruciating and I daresay I did very well.

He started by teasing my clit until it was swollen and placing the clips on the base. I squirmed and moaned, this was less painful than pleasurable. I found myself getting very wet.

He then started clamping the flesh of my tits into the clothespins. I did not think it would be that bad. I was wrong. The pain was rather dizzying and I was whimpering and whining.

He would have none of my complaints and he quickly had rows of clothespins surrounding my nipples. One Peg on each nipple would be to mild so he used two per nipple.

It was to much and I was to bratty and I started pulling off the ones that hurt the most. Whimpering and whining about them.

This was not a wise idea! Every clip I pulled off ended up on my labia and inner thighs. I was squirming and wiggling and begging him to take them off.

We ended up having all the clips holding my inner lips to my out lips and he placed more clothespins on my clit and around my sopping wet hole. I thought I would simply die.

Bucking and writhing as he pulled each clamp off, I succumbed to the fireworks shooting off in my brain and orgasms that had been building ripped through me.

He is laughing at me and I am blushing. I didn't think just clips would make me fly.

I am happy to be wrong at times!

How I spent my summer vacation

On the first day of my summer vacation (insert girlish giggles) I stuck my fingers in my crotch and made myself see stars!

Ten minutes later my fingers were joined by my toy tongue. It licked me from hood to hole, inside, outside, and every which way (more giggles) some boys were watchin' me now and one was layin' beside me. He was strokin' his penis and that was gettin' quite stiff! I was squirtin' cuz that toy felt good, and blushin' cuz those boys were watchin' me.

I dropped the wiggly tongue (giggle) and grabbed my Osaki, I love the original name of this toy so much it reminds me of "kowabunga" or "geronimo" only instead its what I say when I cum on it. (heehee) Osaki wiggles inside me and has a tongue that licks at my clit wif lil vibrations. OOOO I like Osaki and soon I was giggling and curled up with my feet in the air showin those boys my pussy-cat while I slid that toy in and out and came all over it.

I turned that one off and grabbed my waterproof toy that is the same type of toy but bigger. It slid right in cuz I was alllll juicy (gigglin) slid in and I went squirt SQUIRT! Just like that!

The pretty girl on the other side of the boy layin beside me started bitin and lickin and suckin my nipples. She was cummin too! That boy had slipped between her thighs and was lickin her clit.

That got me off sooo good!

I had to ride the Monkey Rocker. It was just time.

I brought it over and put my drop cloth under it and put the big thick cock on it. I didn't have to lube my kitty cuz she was already so juicy I just got on and started rockin!

OO I couldn' help it I was just cummin' all drippy and wet and squirty all over the place. I really like that toy! I had my lil bear vibe in my hand and he was squished against my lil clitty while I just rocked that dick as deep inside me as I could go!

The boys were still watchin' I kinna was hopin' one would ask to suck on my nipples but they didn't (pouts a bit) I could have asked but I was just to busy cummin'.

Oh! But the pretty girl came over and started pulling my hair and scratching my back. OOO I liked that it made me squirm and giggle more. I was just a messy girl!

After I got off that machine there was a really big puddle under it. (Blush) I guess that was from my juicy pussy. OOPS! Good thing I put that drop cloth down.

I pounced on that pretty girl and stuck my fingers in her pussy. I was on my knees between her legs and fucking her pussy, I got all my fingers inside (giggles) I told her how sexy that was and she started cummin.

And the boys around us started cumming! It was joyous! I was so happy I just giggled more.

I started teasin her, only puttin one finger in and makin her ask for more. Well geez by the time she was done done beggin', I was in her up to my wrist! Oh that was so neato and she really liked it, cummin' all over. Her face got super red and her boobies got all red and ripe! Her nipples stood up and said HIYA! Oh that made me happy! (giggles) I think by the sounds she made that she was happy about it too!

In the middle of it all I heard groanin' and moanin' and one of the cocks was spurtin' hot thick goo! Ohhh that was a happy boy!

There was another girl beside us who was a bit shy, so I asked if I could lick and suck her nipples, she let me too. MMM she was so sexy!

I wandered around, all nude, how I like to be and watched over people fuckin' and playin' there was a big wall made into a movie screen and people were fuckin' and suckin' all over that wall, it made me laugh some more.

At the end all us girls lay down on a bed together and rubbed our pussys and showed everyone else how we do it. We were just havin' silly funny girl time. I adore being surrounded by girls that smell good and are playful!

Oh and I had to give an apology to the hostess so I kissed her bum and told her I was so sorry. She accepted my apologies, and gave me a hug.

I came home and Daddy had cooked dinner for me. I was so hungry I grabbed the food and sat on the kitchen floor, eatin', all tired out and starvin'!

Daddy just pat me on the head and sent me to shower when I was done eatin' I was pretty messy! Such a dirty lil gurl (laugh)

I almost fell in the shower cuz I was sooooo relaxed and happy that my legs were all noodley.

Heehee what a great first day of my summer vacation (huge grins)

Written by the sexy, slutty, lil girl that attended last nights masturbation party.

Fanning The Flames

Desire.

To feel my lovers lips caressing the back of my neck, tongue darting out to taste my skin. Hands sliding down over my tummy and pressing back into their body.

Slip my arms around my lovers neck and inhale their sweet scent, exhaling so my breath is hot against their neck. Ah to touch and kiss that sweet skin. My tongue slips out between my lips and flicks an earlobe. A soft moan of lust uttered like a prayer of homage to sensuality.

Feeling the lightest touch down my spine, along my buttocks and to my thighs. Teasing my skin and causing tingles that glitter, sharp edges of longing rising with in me.

A kiss on the swell of my breast, lips soft, sensual, worshipful. A sigh of pleasure as my hands tangle in hair and urge my lover onward. The kisses in wet trails in the valley of my cleavage, under my breast, along my ribcage. My navel is circled and I rock my hips slightly.

Pushing my lover back, kissing slowly the soles of feet, revering the instruments that brought this one to me. Kissing up ankles, massaging toes and arches, my lips firm, working up the back of the calves. Licking knee pits slowly, languid, tasting sweet skin. Higher up thighs, and licking the curve of the bottom. Each cheek lavished with caresses and kisses. Tongue licking the edges of the cleft, fingers teasing along the crack, tickling lower.

It becomes to much and I am pushed back again, face down, crushed under my lovers weight. Caresses are more insistent, the scent of my ripe sex is flooding the room. Soft moans fill the air, fingers tangle in my hair. A soft bite on my shoulder.

Desire.

On His Lap

I have a very dear friend who I have been playing with for around two years now. He is very gifted at bringing me to dizzying heights when we play.

At the last Surrey Munch I sat for sometime in his lap.

We spoke of many things, he and I.

Of how he will hurt me. He will make music out of the sweet, blissful agony he will cause me to experience. I will stay still enough for it all, no ties need bind me to this end, it is my darkest desire. I will beg and perhaps at times taunt him in order to ask, even demand a higher pinnacle to be reached.

The ways in which he torments me never fail to astonish me. My responses to him are primal.

I will cherish each moment.

I go to him, in need. He knows, and he fulfills it.

Journals

I was cleaning out closets today and found my old journals. They were tucked away in a box and when I cracked them open I was surprised at just how much I had written down.

The journals date back to 2002 and my first steps in the lifestyle with a man I will always love, my first Dominant. We parted ways in 2004 and I will always regret the hurt I caused him. He certainly did not deserve the annoying, bitchy, willful "submissive" that I was. It was very unfair to him and reading my journals and the one comment he ever wrote in them reminds me how I really needed to grow up and actually become an independent woman. What gift could I offer him really? The gift of a little girl trapped and lonely and trying desperately to escape from the hell she found herself in.

No I had no real gift to give him, nothing to offer in return for the care he showered on me. So I took and took, feeling inadequate but somehow justified too. I look at the collar he once placed around my neck with fond memories, I even saved the ribbons and the box from it. The notes he tucked inside, the cards for holidays and birthdays. Endearments that he lavished on me.

My journals from those days are filled with fear and hate. The confident, sexy, independent woman I am today was well hidden. I thought being strong was unattractive and that if I was to strong that no one would ever want me.

The most basic human need is to belong, and so I hid away my strengths and flaunted my weaknesses in hopes of belonging.

I was so very wrong.

I am strong, smart, beautiful, alluring and powerful!

I love who I am inside and out, that frightened little girl inside me has found peace in the stability of knowing I am capable.

It is wonderful to know that I belong. Not so much to another person, which is very good. Or to a community that is supportive and upbeat, which I adore.

The best part is knowing, without any shadow of a doubt, that I belong to me. I carry my sense of well being and of belonging inside of myself.

The little girl has reconciled her past and become a woman. There are so many people to thank for it along the way, but mostly I thank myself.

I never gave up on me. I grabbed out for help when I was desperate and alone and used that help to regroup and regain my sense of self. I never quit trying to become free of the shame and shackles of my past. Now I give back in small ways, hoping to help others. Being trapped is not something I would wish on anyone.

I am free, and I am me.

The journals have been tucked away again, they are a poignant reminder of the struggle I came from and to be careful with myself and with those I love. The man that I wrote of communicates with me occasionally and I know he is well enough. I will never in a million apologies be able to atone for the mountains of grief I piled upon his dear heart. I will always remember the wonderful moments we shared, and cry alone in sadness at the pain I caused.

I can not regret any of it, all of it merely steps on the path I travel. I can not wish any of it was different, only hope the people whose lives I touched, regard me in the same way as I do each of them. A lesson to be studied and learned.

Precious self, keep on your journey, it is after all, not about the destination at all.

Thank you Goddess for being with me and in me through it all.

No Panties Allowed

I have recently learned the value of panties.

It seems Daddy doesn't like his lil girl to wear panties to bed. Even if she does wear them because they are sexy and she thinks he will enjoy them.

No.

Panties are equal to "bad girl" and this equates a spanking.

I love spankings generally. A spanking when I am bad though is a whole different animal.

The panties were quickly discarded and I was begging and pouting for Daddy to stop and that I promised to be a good girl and never wear panties to bed again!

He laughed (I adore making this man smile and laugh) and I pouted even more as the spanks continued.

Daddy's hands are cruel and he is a heartless meanie when it comes to dishing out punishment.

I am soon gasping and nearly crying, his laughter is echoing in my ears and I am ashamed that I ever wore panties in my entire life!

His gentle kisses calm me, I am still Daddy's girl even if I was naughty.

Stick Man

Last night at the Lounge there was a man wandering around with thin sticks that were bound together at one end and splaying out into sweeping fans.

I was cuddling on a bed with two of my very favorite people and watching him wander around with sticks in hand.

I kneeled up on the bed and leaned towards him as he walked by.

"Excuse me, I don't think we have met before." I held out my hand and told him my name, he told me his and my hand was firmly gripped in his, the tiny bones of my hand cupped graciously in his much larger and stronger embrace.

I felt an all to familiar stirring.

"Can you use those sticks to beat breasts?" I boldly ask him. I am still kneeling on the bed over top of the girl I was snuggling with.

"Yes, would you like to try it."

I was off the bed in a flash and my feet were following the path he set out before us. He offered the gyno table as a place to conduct our impromptu scene. I grabbed my towel and hopped up as he grabbed his toy bag and set up beside me.

I sat up as we discussed limits, I consented to the sticks and him touching me and to him kissing me. I warned him that I laugh a lot and get rather maniacal. He understood and expressed that this was not beyond his experience.

I settled back and we began.

The sticks started off rather gently, their stattaco beats nearly lulling me with the steady tempo. I moaned gently and arched my back, delightful sensations as my breasts begin to swell and my nipples harden.

I was aroused when I began and soon I am dripping, glad the towel is beneath me. I had scened earlier and had my butt completely walloped by a very dear friend who loves beating on my ass. The welts were rubbing and my bum was extremely hot.

The strikes come harder now and I squirm and wiggle, sparkles of sub space drawing me in. I laugh as he hits me harder.

The sticks are now striking my tummy and my thighs, I close my legs, my fear of inner thigh torture winning out. He strikes the tops of my legs and the exhilaration of the scene hits me full force.

His strikes are on my tit flesh again and I am cast adrift, ecstasy is a wave crashing over me. I cum. My body tensing as I curl up around myself. Not in protection of the bits he is tormenting, but in my attempt to embrace and prolong the sweet rapture.

He sets them aside and is holding me, shushing me and kissing me. I kiss him back hard, eager, thirsty for more. He feels this desperation to continue in me and eases me back against the table.

Thicker bundles of sticks in his hands as his attacks on my tender, willing flesh continue.

I am squealing and laughing in long drawn out gasps. It is amazing to balance on this high pinnacle of pain and feel every cell of my body respond by converting it to pleasure. The endorphins flooding and cascading as I gasp and reel, senseless. He is biting at my neck and shoulders, the contrast between hard bites and the sharp slapping stings from his percussion tools, serves to set me into flight.

The white light has overtaken me and my body has become a beautiful instrument of joyous bliss.

He is rubbing cool rabbit fur over me gently, I am kissing his lips, my hand caressing the smooth skin of the back of his head and neck. Clinging to him as he holds me tight, I feel so frail in his strong embrace. I murmur my thanks to him as he gently brings me back to earth and sets me on my unsteady feet.

He is kind enough to escort me to a couch where I sit and chat, more than a bit dazzled, I have no idea how coherent I was. He brought me water and a handful of grapes which I gratefully accepted. We talk briefly about how we can get in touch and where we can be found.

Sweet surrender to a man bearing sticks. It is so awesome when I can let go and allow myself to experience bottoming to a new person and new experience.

What a great way to meet new friends!

Great Flaming Pussy Lips

I have a thing for fire. It is a rather tentative thing and when I heard that the play space I adore attending was having a fire play workshop I decided I simply must attend.

I arrived with my date and we took our seats, many familiar friendly faces already waiting for the man with the torches to begin.

The workshop was soon underway and we were taught about, flame, torches, flammable materials and safety. Being fire play is inherently risky, safety was discussed thoroughly and the importance of knowing your space and all the objects and materials around you. What can catch fire and what can put it out.

The teacher was very adept and he showed us various torches and told us how he made them. He told us about the various disadvantages and advantages to each type.

Then a stunt bottom was stripping down to start the demo.

I became very excited watching her as the flames danced around and caressed her willing body.

He demo'd various different aspects of the play and different ways to play with the fire.

When he was finished he asked if anyone else was interested in experiencing the flame.

My hand shot into the air.

Laughter was had by all as there were three of us that had all responded with the same hand in the air, waving, "PICK ME PLEASE" looks on our faces.

He picked me to go first, I stripped naked in under thirty seconds and leaped up onto the table.

He asked my date if he would like a try and he just as eagerly accepted.

My first taste of fire was from my lover running a torch over my naked skin.

Tantalizing.

Must have more was all that flashed through my mind.

The fire master had taken the small torch back from him and began playing with me.

I lay as still as I could while he slowly heated my skin with the fire. Blowing into his torches the flames danced across my skin and I felt as if I was a damsel being singed by a great fire breathing dragon.

Next he was rubbing an alcohol dipped torch across my skin and lighting it. The flame burned hot and bright along the path he chose. I squirmed and squealed, the heat intensifying and I felt the familiar dazzle of sub space beginning.

A taunting voice from the crowd (someone who knows how much of a masochist I am) "Can you light labia on fire?"

The Dom asks my consent which I readily give. His torch is rubbing alcohol and lighting my lips on fire. Blazing heat radiates down and I feel the fire inside me now, my desire a raging bonfire, lit by the torches that dance over me.

He grins down at me. "Can you use fire play on labia?"

"Yes!" I gasp out my response loudly, thrilled and aroused. I hear laughter and giggle in response.

He grabs a spray bottle of flammable liquid and starts igniting fireballs over my belly. The edges scorching at my tender flesh.

I am giggling and gasping, eyes wide open and starting amazed as the bright balls of fire do no harm to me. The flaring clouds are making me squirm and my feet are wiggling, I tell myself to just hold still!

He has lit the finger of a Kevlar glove and is tracing the hot tip over my breasts and my nipples. The heat is outrageous and and I am mesmerized by the glowing fire surrounding his hand.

He asks me to turn over, and I am quick to comply.

I feel the alcohol being dabbed onto my butt cheeks, and bursts of heat as he sets it alight. His hands are slapping my bum as he smothers the flames. He is laughing and telling our audience that this is a good example of another reason to love fire play. His humor is not lost on anyone as he lights my other cheek on fire and the slaps it out.

I am blissed and my hips are rocking into the bed beneath me. He traces some fire over my back, finishing up the scene with me.

I jump up off the table after and hug him in thanks, definitely grateful for his fiery attentions.

Great flaming pussy lips, I MUST do this again!

Fur

I have a very sensitive bum.

I like to feel a very large variety of sensations on my bum.

The soft spanks of a gentle lover testing out a first erotic spanking, hesitant and hands varying between cupping and flat. The sensation is teasing and fun and makes me giggle every time.

The solid thud of a flogger, held in an experienced hand. Taking his time and beating me in strong strokes that leave me weak in the knees and begging for more.

The sharp strike of a cane whipping across my ass and making me gasp at the intensity of it. The flesh welting and feeling as though it will split open.

The points of a wartenburg wheel tracking over my ass when it has been beaten and it is swollen and bruised. Making me gasp as it feels like a blade cutting into my skin.

The itchy scratching of vampire gloves as my cheeks are squeezed. I squeak and push back into them, craving more.

Fur from a rabbit flogger, soft and cool against my throbbing hot bottom. Sensory overload as I wiggle and squirm back into the caress.

Now a new favorite has emerged... the furry belly of a lover as he spoons up behind me. I wiggle and rub my sensitive skin against the warm comforting softness. Leaving me content and absolute mush in his hands.

Yummy.

Vibrators

I have a dream...

I have encased her entire body in saran wrap. There is a pole that she is wrapped to. As I wrapped her up I inserted small vibrating bullets.

They are buzzing in random spots, on her thigh, on her tummy. The cleft of her bum, beside her nipple, and on the top of her mound.

The vibrations start to frustrate her as I step back and watch her squirm and try to press her tender bits to the vibrating toys that tease her.

I watch as she struggles and gasps, picking up a Hitachi Magic Wand and flipping it on low.

The buzz catches her attention immediately and she looks directly in my eyes and moans.

I flip it off.

She whimpers and wiggles even more. I move closer, still holding the magic wand and laugh as she attempts to move towards me.

I set down the wand and wiggle some of the vibes under the wrap, moving the ones near her nipples onto the edge of them and the one in her butt crack is pushed further down. The vibe on her mound is pushed up onto her tummy.

She groans as I move the last one away from the edge of her sex. I want her to feel sexual tension in every inch of her body.

I pick up the Hitachi and flip it on low.

Her fingertips are not contained and I start there, rubbing her fingertips with the wand. She moans and whimpers as I rub the wand slowly up and down her arm. Over her shoulders and down her back.

I wiggle the small vibes onto her nipples and hear her gasp as the Hitachi rubs over her bum.

She is straining against her bonds now and crying out to me "PLEASE PLEASE UHHHH" the frustration is very plain in everything she does.

She wants to cum of course.

Denied.

We did not negotiate for her orgasm, so she does not get one.

Maybe next time, is my thought as I cut her free of the wrap.

Poor girl is practically sobbing..

Risks

I do not think I am a complex person really, I have some very basic needs and desires. I am for the most part very capable of expressing my needs. I am also extremely capable of finding people to fulfill the needs and desires I express.

I am finding myself wanting something I have never wanted before. From someone I never expected to desire that way.

Surprises are abounding.

I am not sure what to do.

I have extended an offer I have never before offered and I am nervous about it. Not nervous that this person will accept.. nervous that they won't.

I am opening myself up to a new concept. I am attempting to be vulnerable.

I am terrified. Me. The girl who has the world by the tail, who is always competent and strong and who knows what she wants, is considering allowing someone else to lead a little.

Just a little. Now I await the response.. anxiously.

Risky business indeed.

Butt Sex

I want it.. I need it..

Today I pulled out a new butt toy I have been dying to try.

This evening I have set up my play space to entice my lover into this type of play.

He knows what I want, I have even shown him the toy and asked him to use it on me.

Tonight is the night, my butt will be filled and fucked, and I will cum in the glorious intensity of it.

Yea for butt sex!

Madama Butterfly

Last night I went on a date with a beautiful woman. She is intelligent and interesting, amazing to feel myself with something other than pure lust coursing through my cells.

She had invited me to the Opera and I in turn invited her to dinner, her pick. We started our evening off at a cute little Italian place, eating really great locally grown foods that were expertly prepared.

We discussed family, work, school, interests. There was very little in the way of discussion about play or sex, a few small innuendos.

I really wanted to know her.

I sat watching her intently as she talked, absorbing her presence and eating slowly. I am stunned by how absolutely pretty she is, inside and out. I find myself wanting to know everything I can about her.

We walked slowly back to her apartment to put leftovers in her fridge and I note the cello on the floor and some amazing art that turns out to be a drawing of her. She calls it narcissistic and I must agree, it is dark and dangerous and not how I see her at all. The artist has cast her reflection on the paper as she is light and the portrait is dark.

We walk up to catch the bus to the Opera, discussing her hobbies and interests.

Riding to the opera I ask her about the cello and learn even more about her that intrigues me.

This woman has me mesmerized. I find myself wanting to just listen to her speak and look into her eyes.

We arrive at the Queen Elizabeth theatre and get settled into out seats. We look at our programs and comment on the stage and the orchestra.

Soon the curtain has gone up and we immerse ourselves in the tale of Madama Butterfly. It was delightful the way the set designer was able to affect the emotions on stage so utterly by subtle changes in the set. I have always been appreciative of theatre arts including set design and construction. I was not to be disappointed.

Intermission and we got up to wander around looking at various bits of art and enjoying the ladies that were dressed up for the evening in their formal wear. Again we connected having random discussions.

She could not have impressed me more.

Back in the theatre we prepared for the tragic ending we knew was coming. This opera is fatal and the sorrow becomes palpable and lives in the theatre as the woman playing "Cio Cio San" pours her heart out with her glowing vibrant voice.

Her death is no less dramatic than expected and we are both crying at the heartbreaking ending of the beautiful "Butterfly", we are standing with everyone and clapping and cheering the cast and crew.

We walk back to her apartment and I retrieve my food.

Our goodnight is quiet and I am left wanting so much more, but patience will prevail with this woman. She is to succulent to rush at, I would much rather end the evening with a hug and the possibility of tomorrow, than a quick fling. Friendship and the possibility of something more gives me the patience I need to wait.

We agree to get together again, nothing concrete yet, but I will expand my plans to include her when there is an opportunity.

I will see her again.