What a year this has been.
I have lost a dear family member, had one of my children leave home, had another graduate high school and start college and my youngest came out as bi-sexual and possibly poly.
I have had three car accidents in the last year. One has left me injured and fighting with insurance companies to recognize the loss to me as something very significant. The change to my life has been profound. I can no longer scene as I once did and I seem to have nearly lost my entire ability to bottom. I am so saddened by this loss to an aspect of my lifestyle. I can not trust that anyone can Top me and not cause me to miss a significant amount of work due to recovery. What used to take me a few days of slowing down and taking it easy, now is something I can not even come close to.
I want to cry thinking about this, and writing this now my heart is in my throat. I can count on one hand the amount of times I have played since April and every time, the next day I am nearly bedridden. Despite being extremely careful, and making sure the scene was short and did not even go one quarter of the way to what I used to be capable of.
I have Topped a few times and enjoyed myself mightily, I still have the ability to be a sadistic teasing bitch and that brings a certain satisfaction. I am unable to use impact toys with satisfactory force or repetition. I am left with canes and switches. Floggers, bats, and any other heavy striking implements are now completely beyond me. I can swing a flogger for less than 10 minutes and the heavy ones are less than five.
Will this come back? I have no way of knowing. But how do I convince an insurance company that my lifestyle has been so drastically changed and that I should be compensated in some way for it?
It is a depressing thought to be under this certainty that I will never experience the euphoric high of a 3 or 4 hour long impact play scene again. That such a thing would mean the next two days I would be a bit stiff and sore.. but now.. I would likely be bedridden for a week.
So I am faced with what to do with my blog. This was originally created to hold the stories of the scenes I was in or imagined. That purpose is now greatly disabled. I have a long and colourful history to draw from. Do I want to? I hate writing about things that happened long ago.
Should I shut my blog down? Go dormant while my injury continues to heal?
I am at a loss of what 2012 will bring.
I have started the process to getting my bachelors degree and will be going to school full time and working full time. How much time do I have to devote to this?
I have no answers. I welcome yours. Would you as my readers want to hear my fantasies and my past excursions into all things kinky?
Only hopes and dreams that 2012 will be so much more than 2011 was.
Tuesday, December 27, 2011
Saturday, November 26, 2011
Blush
There is something about a blush. Many things are able to cause it, a shy moment, an embarrassing moment, or a moment of ardor. They are all my favorites for different reasons.
A shy blush is something I simply adore. I know I am witnessing an innocence bared. It is sweet and juicy like a sun ripened fruit just waiting for me to sink my teeth in. I love making someone new blush in shyness of the desire that is welling in them. Beautiful.
Embarrassment can be so fun in a scene. I have one playmate I love to tease and humiliate by teasing and taunting. The fire in their cheeks is delightful, and I love the bashful looks.
Ardor is a whole other matter. I myself blush in the heat of the moment when I am about to cum or as I cum. I have also witnessed the flushing of face and oftentimes chest in my lovers. It is always a good sign.
Yum..
A shy blush is something I simply adore. I know I am witnessing an innocence bared. It is sweet and juicy like a sun ripened fruit just waiting for me to sink my teeth in. I love making someone new blush in shyness of the desire that is welling in them. Beautiful.
Embarrassment can be so fun in a scene. I have one playmate I love to tease and humiliate by teasing and taunting. The fire in their cheeks is delightful, and I love the bashful looks.
Ardor is a whole other matter. I myself blush in the heat of the moment when I am about to cum or as I cum. I have also witnessed the flushing of face and oftentimes chest in my lovers. It is always a good sign.
Yum..
Tuesday, November 8, 2011
Socks
Ok so why don't they sell packages of 7 pairs of socks? This seriously makes no sense to me. I can buy one, three, four, six, ten, or twelve. Seven days in a week requires only seven pairs of socks.
I know, why does it matter.. well I hate having to much or to little of anything. There is a finite number to my need, and I find myself woefully challanged to just will the need with no waste, no shortfalls.
It only convinces me even more that I need to live in a commune where nothing is wasted.
And of course where playtime, is plentiful. Because one can never have to much fun.
Sunday, November 6, 2011
Ouch
Tonight I spent the evening alone with my princess. It has been weeks since we have been able to do this.
We started the evening with sushi and snuggles. Soon we were undressed and cuddled into bed.
Princess got up to snuff out candles and I lay there awaiting her return.
Suddenly I hear "OW OW OW OH NO" I jump out of bed and rush to her side. The scene before me made my heart leap. She was seated on the floor gripping her foot and blood was spattered all over the floor.
She had been victim of non consensual blood play. Poor girl had stepped on a shard of glass!
I was quick to grab a towel and then the first aid kit. Soon I was able to tell that the cut would not need stiches. I gently cleaned and bandaged her foot. Poor girl!
We determined that a wick on a candle was resting against the side of the holder causing it to explode. The room being poorly lit did not make the hazard readily apparent.
I took her back to bed where I held her and we exchanged old "war wound" stories.
Not exactly the romantic evening I had planned but it was sweet anyway.
Tuesday, October 25, 2011
Better
Finally after months of very painful suffering I have just had three days in a row where my neck did not hurt. My shoulder only gave me a small twinge yesterday for about 10 minutes right before seeing the chiropractor.
I am so excited and really nervous! I am excited because I can finally get through a day without constant pain, headaches, numbness. Nervous because last time I felt better, I overdid it and ended up hurting again, as bad as when the accident happened.
I am being very careful. Last night I cooked dinner :) and we made pies together! I was able to comfortably sit at my dining room table with my family and eat a meal.
This makes me happy.
This morning when I got out of my shower with Wulfie, he smacked at my ass and I just looked at him and grinned, "Don't make promises you won't keep!" Yes that was me calling him on! I must be feeling better LOL.
Hopefully by the end of the month I can start practicing with my floggers again. Get back to the pool and start swimming.
You know what this means? Soon, very soon, I will be playing again.. And what does that mean? *insert evil grin*
I will be looking for you!
I am so excited and really nervous! I am excited because I can finally get through a day without constant pain, headaches, numbness. Nervous because last time I felt better, I overdid it and ended up hurting again, as bad as when the accident happened.
I am being very careful. Last night I cooked dinner :) and we made pies together! I was able to comfortably sit at my dining room table with my family and eat a meal.
This makes me happy.
This morning when I got out of my shower with Wulfie, he smacked at my ass and I just looked at him and grinned, "Don't make promises you won't keep!" Yes that was me calling him on! I must be feeling better LOL.
Hopefully by the end of the month I can start practicing with my floggers again. Get back to the pool and start swimming.
You know what this means? Soon, very soon, I will be playing again.. And what does that mean? *insert evil grin*
I will be looking for you!
Saturday, October 22, 2011
Test mobile
I am mobile again and as always i have to figure out how to mobile blog. So lets see how this looks!
Saturday, September 24, 2011
Love
I like wanting it keeps me hungry and on my toes. Needing just seems to make me weak and messy. I hate both traits, especially in myself.
I always sucked at writing love poems. When I tried it would take me months to write each stanza. I thought at first it was because the emotion was so involving but then I realized that I just didn't feel it like others would write about.
Love should fit in a neat tidy little box and when I want to feel it I just pull the box out, look at it and rub it into my skin like a rich ladies perfumed lotion. Nourishing my soul from the outside in. Taking what I want and leaving the rest in the box. Putting the lid on it and placing it back on the shelf until next time I want to feel.
It has always felt to me that while I am capable of love, I am never capable of loving as much as the person who loves me.
I have never felt that desperate sort of love. The kind where you feel like every single breath you take that isn't filled with the scent of your love, is toxic. The kind of love that makes you beg, that makes you wish you could crawl inside the other persons skin just so you can get close enough to them finally.
I haven't known this love. Maybe it just isn't part of my makeup to love someone so desperately. I hate being needy maybe that is it.
I have felt the instant jolt of a connection that seems to go beyond a handshake and ignites my life blood with fire that causes me to burn. Burning with desire to have that person with me. But that is more desire than love.
Maybe it is need. I have never NEEDED anyone. I don't really know how to need anyone. I tried once a long time ago to need someone and it failed. So why do it again?
Isn't it better to want? To know that despite all the flaws you want that person. In spite of any failures, shortcomings, or odd little habits. To embrace it all and say, I still want you. Isn't that better?
I want you. Above everything else.
Saturday, September 17, 2011
My Thing
I love costumes.
I think it is a left over from the days of playing dress-up as a very small child. I remember opening up my mom or one of my grandmas jewellery boxes always made me curious and the smell of their closets was amazing. Even my great grandmothers closets were full of mystery and opportunity.
My great grandmother was born in 1901 and her closet was filled with fur coats, fitted suits, a few flapper costumes and every pair of shoes had a matching bag. OH! And she had dozens of pairs of gloves. To this day the style of the suits and the ladies wearing gloves and hats, matching shoes and handbag. A bit of fur draped around her shoulders, is class. I love to dress up in this style and any style really.
My grandma's were both around the same age but both were so very different. Both born in the 30's into an impoverished nation they learned from birth never to throw anything out.
My paternal grandmother, did not ever sew when I knew her although she mended umpteen pairs of socks and underwear. She was an artist trapped in a farm wife's life. No one knew her artist potential until she was in her 70's and she only had 12 years to paint until she went blind. She had a very starched closet. Her clothes were mostly cotton and everything hung on a line to dry and was ironed. She had sturdy shoes and sturdy bags, she bought everything for durability and nothing for it's beauty or comfort. The one thing she had was fur. Living on the prairies she had 8 fur coats. She never tolerated the cold very well and my grandpa bought her mink, beaver, ermine, reindeer, and something that looked like tiger but couldn't have been. I remember playing in her closet and feeling the soft furs.
My maternal grandmother was another artist. She was the main supporter of the family as my grandfathers career was as a musician, and while he was good he was no Louis Armstrong or Count Bassie! Her art was clothing. She worked selling Singer sewing machines almost her entire life and she would sew anything. From elaborate costumes to the most perfect A-line skirt you could imagine. Her closet was so enticing and she was very careful with her treasure trove of clothing. She would wash my hands before she would allow me entrance to her wardrobe. But what treasures! Everything from the softest silks and satins to rough tweeds and everything imaginable in between. I will never forget the day she allowed me to try on her fur lined suit from the 50's. I was 12 and while I knew it was far out of fashion I stood mesmerized as the silk suit jacket was buttoned up around me. She placed a hat on my head and I stepped into a pair of heels. It was amazing and I felt beautiful!
My mother worked in a retail department store most of my life, selling shoes which to this day is what she does. You have to Nordstroms only a smidge smaller and about 3 times the price. Her closet was amazing. She had shoes that were so beautiful you would want to cry. The leather was so supple and they were all heels at least 3 inches high. She had suits and dresses that were breathtaking. I loved trying on her dresses and parading around in front of mirrors. She also had an extensive lingerie collection and when she would tire of something she would give it to me. Hoping to stop me from being such a Tom Boy I suppose. She also sewed and if she couldn't afford what she wanted she would make a duplicate so awesome no one could tell the difference. She was famous for her furs as well.
Costuming was something all 4 of these women took very seriously. My mother would start asking us in January what we wanted to be for Halloween and we always had the best costumes. I won many prizes for the innovation of our costumes. I had everything from a cowgirl outfit, complete with boots, to a rabbit costume that was made of the softest fun fur they could find. I even had a Michael Jackson costume, two in fact. And the cutest Pocahontas costume where my mom even made my cabbage patch doll into a papoosa.
So with a history of so much dress up is it surprising how much I love costumes? Not really.
Being vegan I have no fur in my closet and very little leather other than shoes. It is by design that I veer away from such items.
It is almost time for Halloween and I am planning on adding 4 new costumes to my ever growing collection. I can see no reason at all why I shouldn't, and every reason why I should! For me Halloween lasts all year long and I am not above zipping myself into a costume any darn time I like it!
I also am hoping to attend no less than 4 Halloween events this year. I am so excited that my toes are curling!
So if you see a girl in a Minnie Mouse costume in the middle of January? That's probably me, enjoying my closet and loving every minute of my playtime!
I think it is a left over from the days of playing dress-up as a very small child. I remember opening up my mom or one of my grandmas jewellery boxes always made me curious and the smell of their closets was amazing. Even my great grandmothers closets were full of mystery and opportunity.
My great grandmother was born in 1901 and her closet was filled with fur coats, fitted suits, a few flapper costumes and every pair of shoes had a matching bag. OH! And she had dozens of pairs of gloves. To this day the style of the suits and the ladies wearing gloves and hats, matching shoes and handbag. A bit of fur draped around her shoulders, is class. I love to dress up in this style and any style really.
My grandma's were both around the same age but both were so very different. Both born in the 30's into an impoverished nation they learned from birth never to throw anything out.
My paternal grandmother, did not ever sew when I knew her although she mended umpteen pairs of socks and underwear. She was an artist trapped in a farm wife's life. No one knew her artist potential until she was in her 70's and she only had 12 years to paint until she went blind. She had a very starched closet. Her clothes were mostly cotton and everything hung on a line to dry and was ironed. She had sturdy shoes and sturdy bags, she bought everything for durability and nothing for it's beauty or comfort. The one thing she had was fur. Living on the prairies she had 8 fur coats. She never tolerated the cold very well and my grandpa bought her mink, beaver, ermine, reindeer, and something that looked like tiger but couldn't have been. I remember playing in her closet and feeling the soft furs.
My maternal grandmother was another artist. She was the main supporter of the family as my grandfathers career was as a musician, and while he was good he was no Louis Armstrong or Count Bassie! Her art was clothing. She worked selling Singer sewing machines almost her entire life and she would sew anything. From elaborate costumes to the most perfect A-line skirt you could imagine. Her closet was so enticing and she was very careful with her treasure trove of clothing. She would wash my hands before she would allow me entrance to her wardrobe. But what treasures! Everything from the softest silks and satins to rough tweeds and everything imaginable in between. I will never forget the day she allowed me to try on her fur lined suit from the 50's. I was 12 and while I knew it was far out of fashion I stood mesmerized as the silk suit jacket was buttoned up around me. She placed a hat on my head and I stepped into a pair of heels. It was amazing and I felt beautiful!
My mother worked in a retail department store most of my life, selling shoes which to this day is what she does. You have to Nordstroms only a smidge smaller and about 3 times the price. Her closet was amazing. She had shoes that were so beautiful you would want to cry. The leather was so supple and they were all heels at least 3 inches high. She had suits and dresses that were breathtaking. I loved trying on her dresses and parading around in front of mirrors. She also had an extensive lingerie collection and when she would tire of something she would give it to me. Hoping to stop me from being such a Tom Boy I suppose. She also sewed and if she couldn't afford what she wanted she would make a duplicate so awesome no one could tell the difference. She was famous for her furs as well.
Costuming was something all 4 of these women took very seriously. My mother would start asking us in January what we wanted to be for Halloween and we always had the best costumes. I won many prizes for the innovation of our costumes. I had everything from a cowgirl outfit, complete with boots, to a rabbit costume that was made of the softest fun fur they could find. I even had a Michael Jackson costume, two in fact. And the cutest Pocahontas costume where my mom even made my cabbage patch doll into a papoosa.
So with a history of so much dress up is it surprising how much I love costumes? Not really.
Being vegan I have no fur in my closet and very little leather other than shoes. It is by design that I veer away from such items.
It is almost time for Halloween and I am planning on adding 4 new costumes to my ever growing collection. I can see no reason at all why I shouldn't, and every reason why I should! For me Halloween lasts all year long and I am not above zipping myself into a costume any darn time I like it!
I also am hoping to attend no less than 4 Halloween events this year. I am so excited that my toes are curling!
So if you see a girl in a Minnie Mouse costume in the middle of January? That's probably me, enjoying my closet and loving every minute of my playtime!
Friday, September 16, 2011
Monday, September 12, 2011
Blowdart
One must always obey when told, "Girl! Go put your face to the wall and bare your ass, HE has something for you." I hesitated only a moment before obeying. It wasn't really my desire to submit but my love of pain and my undying curiosity LOL.
She sidled up to me before anything happened and told me what was going to take place. I only had a brief moment of fear, then relaxed. I knew this was a risk I wanted to take and while mildly edgy it wouldn't kill me. I didn't tell her about my brief experience as a child because I realized it didn't matter what happened when I was four years old, not more than 3 decades later.
He was meanwhile lining up behind me. I could hear the crowd murmuring behind me. Suddenly FWAP and I felt a little poke. It didn't stick and fell to the floor.
One more time (and I called out, ok hurry I am beginning to loose my nerve!) this time I felt a dull thud and looked back to see the dart sticking out of my ass. It didn't hurt just felt mildly peculiar. He wiggled it around inside me and I wiggled my bum at him. I could feel a small surge of endorphins making me giddy.
Then he grabbed hold and pulled it out. The sting of an alcohol wipe came next. It actually hurt more than anything else and I laughed at that.
My first experience with a blowdart and all the feedback I could give was, "Next time lets do my boobs!"
He was great making sure the bleeding stopped before I wandered away into the party.
Of course now I was fired up and ready to play so I moved on to my first play session of the night.
It was a good night!
She sidled up to me before anything happened and told me what was going to take place. I only had a brief moment of fear, then relaxed. I knew this was a risk I wanted to take and while mildly edgy it wouldn't kill me. I didn't tell her about my brief experience as a child because I realized it didn't matter what happened when I was four years old, not more than 3 decades later.
He was meanwhile lining up behind me. I could hear the crowd murmuring behind me. Suddenly FWAP and I felt a little poke. It didn't stick and fell to the floor.
One more time (and I called out, ok hurry I am beginning to loose my nerve!) this time I felt a dull thud and looked back to see the dart sticking out of my ass. It didn't hurt just felt mildly peculiar. He wiggled it around inside me and I wiggled my bum at him. I could feel a small surge of endorphins making me giddy.
Then he grabbed hold and pulled it out. The sting of an alcohol wipe came next. It actually hurt more than anything else and I laughed at that.
My first experience with a blowdart and all the feedback I could give was, "Next time lets do my boobs!"
He was great making sure the bleeding stopped before I wandered away into the party.
Of course now I was fired up and ready to play so I moved on to my first play session of the night.
It was a good night!
Saturday, September 3, 2011
News
I consider myself to be artistic in so many different areas..
Recently I have been painting and making music and drawing. My writing, while never forgotten has become secondary for awhile. I have done one or two mildly erotic drawings, I expect that soon I will begin painting the figures I have only begun to practice drawing. We shall see how good they turn out!
Car accidents suck. I have said it before and here I am saying it again. Please everyone drive carefully. Even the most minor crash can have lasting effects. I mean here I am 4 months later, still in pain and still unable to scene much for fear of injury. This was a very minor car crash. Unfortunately the man who hit, did so at precisely the right angle, velocity and timing to cause what may be a permanent injury. I re-iterate. Car accidents suck.
On the up side of all this. I am strong. I always knew I was but now I know it even more so. And better yet than me being strong, my lovers are strong. This is incredible and amazing. How I ended up with the most incredible people in my life I will never know. I don't really feel like I deserve it, but I will take it. Who could pass them up? I am just not that kind of crazy!
I feel like I am constantly saying thank you lately and here I am again being grateful that I have people who actually want to read about my adventures. So thank you!
I am going to start something new on my blog very soon. Don't worry it will keep the same theme. And hopefully be sexier than ever. I don't want to give it away I find that if I tell anyone about it then it becomes a promise and ends up feeling like a job. The last thing I need is another JOB.
Take care everyone, stay sane out there.
Recently I have been painting and making music and drawing. My writing, while never forgotten has become secondary for awhile. I have done one or two mildly erotic drawings, I expect that soon I will begin painting the figures I have only begun to practice drawing. We shall see how good they turn out!
Car accidents suck. I have said it before and here I am saying it again. Please everyone drive carefully. Even the most minor crash can have lasting effects. I mean here I am 4 months later, still in pain and still unable to scene much for fear of injury. This was a very minor car crash. Unfortunately the man who hit, did so at precisely the right angle, velocity and timing to cause what may be a permanent injury. I re-iterate. Car accidents suck.
On the up side of all this. I am strong. I always knew I was but now I know it even more so. And better yet than me being strong, my lovers are strong. This is incredible and amazing. How I ended up with the most incredible people in my life I will never know. I don't really feel like I deserve it, but I will take it. Who could pass them up? I am just not that kind of crazy!
I feel like I am constantly saying thank you lately and here I am again being grateful that I have people who actually want to read about my adventures. So thank you!
I am going to start something new on my blog very soon. Don't worry it will keep the same theme. And hopefully be sexier than ever. I don't want to give it away I find that if I tell anyone about it then it becomes a promise and ends up feeling like a job. The last thing I need is another JOB.
Take care everyone, stay sane out there.
Sunday, August 7, 2011
Empress
I have a loyal subject and she, being my willing slave is constantly tested with trials that both amuse me and cause her to be reminded of whom she serves.
For example, this beautiful girl must straddle the toilet every time she pees, she is not allowed the privacy of a door. Anyone can walk by and see her using the toilet in this unconventional way.
She also has to paint the tip of one fingernail bright red. It is a simple but effective mark that she can wear in public. Small enough to be innocuous but she knows. Oh, yes, she knows.
She is only allowed to appear in clothing I provide her. One time I will give her only a thin sundress to wear, with nothing to wear underneath. Showing off her slut-heart and allowing her no modesty. Other times I will dress her in panties and bra that are one size to small. I like those days because she suffers a minor discomfort for me.
Once in a while I dress her as a boy, even going so far as to tuck her hair up under a hat and glue stubble onto her face. Breasts bound tight to her chest and strap on dildo in her pants. She follows me around on days like that, sweating as I make her carry all the purchases I make, open doors, pull out chairs. It is not easy for her to be my boy for a day. And when I get her home I will cuff each wrist and ankle to my four post bed, and fuck her cock. Making puddles of cum on her belly, and dripping down her silicone balls to puddle under her ass. Oh and she will beg and cry for her pleasure.
The only pleasure she is allowed is the pleasure of serving me. Today her orgasm is not to my pleasure, so I deny her one.
At times I will tease my poor kitten and give her a length of rope to wear. I enjoy watching her try to arrange knots artfully into intricate self bondage that is still deemed clothing. Sometimes the greedy slut will make herself panties she can squirm on and others she will make herself a bra.
The hardest thing I do to her (so she tells me) is restrict her language. She is not allowed to speak without my consent, and consent must be obtained daily or she is allowed no sounds. She has spent many a mute day unable to express the simplest request, because she slept later than I am was unable to obtain consent before my day started.
On the days she is given consent to speak there are always restrictions. Today she is not allowed to use any words that contain the letter E. Asking for anything is very difficult when restricted this way, and she can not even call me Empress as she usually would. Her sentences tend to be "Loving You, may I dish food for you?"
She can be very creative at figuring it out.
And when she is an amazing slave and spends a predetermined length of time pleasing me in every way I choose she is rewarded.
Her reward was once being the center of attention at a smallish gathering.
I pushed her back against the kitchen table, laying her back so her naked cunt is accessible and her tits and begging to be tortured. She is delicious and I plan on indulging myself and all of my guests. Gloves are on every guests hands. Sharp needles in various gauges are within reach, as are sharp biting clamps, a violet wand, a hitachi, and a first aid kit... just in case.
I tell her to speak her safewords once so all can hear. Then I nod at a cohort and a blindfold is slipped into place. Hands start caressing her body gently stroking and massaging. Working up slowly until there are small pinches and slaps. Her hands are crossed above her head and tied into place, while multiple people spread her legs wide and secure her ankles to the table legs.
The needles come out first and we waste no time pushing needles through tender nipples. The tips of which are firmly stroked as she gasps and squirms. My voice is in her ear at once, "Be still mine, we would hate to slip."
The next to be pierced is her labia, pinching the full lips between finger tips before sliding the needles in.
High pitched moans are coming from her now and I use the clamps to pinch all along her swollen aching clit. She is frozen in place, every muscle of her body is tensed.
My helpers are very eager to make my girl cum but I hold them off a bit longer. Poking at each piercing and wiggling the clips on her clit.
I turn on the magic wand, lowest setting, and arc to each piercing and each clamp, one by one.
My friends are eager to make my girl squirm even more, so the violet want is turned off. They tug each clamp off her clit, withdrawing the needles from her lips. They take turns alternately stroking and slapping her swollen drippy cunt. I know she is near to cumming and I signal them. While one slides fingers inside to press her g-spot another grabs her swollen clit and pulls.
I twist the hypodermics that have pierced her nipples and she screams as she cums, her entire body shaking in the pain and ecstasy of release.
She starts sobbing into her blindfold as the needles are removed and the hitachi is placed between her sopping cunt lips. She is cumming in waves now, blood and cum dripping to puddle under her. Tits being slapped and squished in strong hands.
At last her reward is complete and she is untied, blindfold removed, she is escorted to a warm bath where I gently wash her. The friends have all gone home, and my girl is humming music to herself softly. She is so blissed out, rubbing her pussy with a soft washcloth is enough to make her cry out and cum again. She shudders and I pull her from the tub, wrapping her in fluffy towels.
Tonight she will sleep beside me, I cuddle her close in my arms and we drift off to sleep.
Just as a note to my readers, this was so hot I had to stop halfway through writing it and go masturbate. I love the way my mind works!
For example, this beautiful girl must straddle the toilet every time she pees, she is not allowed the privacy of a door. Anyone can walk by and see her using the toilet in this unconventional way.
She also has to paint the tip of one fingernail bright red. It is a simple but effective mark that she can wear in public. Small enough to be innocuous but she knows. Oh, yes, she knows.
She is only allowed to appear in clothing I provide her. One time I will give her only a thin sundress to wear, with nothing to wear underneath. Showing off her slut-heart and allowing her no modesty. Other times I will dress her in panties and bra that are one size to small. I like those days because she suffers a minor discomfort for me.
Once in a while I dress her as a boy, even going so far as to tuck her hair up under a hat and glue stubble onto her face. Breasts bound tight to her chest and strap on dildo in her pants. She follows me around on days like that, sweating as I make her carry all the purchases I make, open doors, pull out chairs. It is not easy for her to be my boy for a day. And when I get her home I will cuff each wrist and ankle to my four post bed, and fuck her cock. Making puddles of cum on her belly, and dripping down her silicone balls to puddle under her ass. Oh and she will beg and cry for her pleasure.
The only pleasure she is allowed is the pleasure of serving me. Today her orgasm is not to my pleasure, so I deny her one.
At times I will tease my poor kitten and give her a length of rope to wear. I enjoy watching her try to arrange knots artfully into intricate self bondage that is still deemed clothing. Sometimes the greedy slut will make herself panties she can squirm on and others she will make herself a bra.
The hardest thing I do to her (so she tells me) is restrict her language. She is not allowed to speak without my consent, and consent must be obtained daily or she is allowed no sounds. She has spent many a mute day unable to express the simplest request, because she slept later than I am was unable to obtain consent before my day started.
On the days she is given consent to speak there are always restrictions. Today she is not allowed to use any words that contain the letter E. Asking for anything is very difficult when restricted this way, and she can not even call me Empress as she usually would. Her sentences tend to be "Loving You, may I dish food for you?"
She can be very creative at figuring it out.
And when she is an amazing slave and spends a predetermined length of time pleasing me in every way I choose she is rewarded.
Her reward was once being the center of attention at a smallish gathering.
I pushed her back against the kitchen table, laying her back so her naked cunt is accessible and her tits and begging to be tortured. She is delicious and I plan on indulging myself and all of my guests. Gloves are on every guests hands. Sharp needles in various gauges are within reach, as are sharp biting clamps, a violet wand, a hitachi, and a first aid kit... just in case.
I tell her to speak her safewords once so all can hear. Then I nod at a cohort and a blindfold is slipped into place. Hands start caressing her body gently stroking and massaging. Working up slowly until there are small pinches and slaps. Her hands are crossed above her head and tied into place, while multiple people spread her legs wide and secure her ankles to the table legs.
The needles come out first and we waste no time pushing needles through tender nipples. The tips of which are firmly stroked as she gasps and squirms. My voice is in her ear at once, "Be still mine, we would hate to slip."
The next to be pierced is her labia, pinching the full lips between finger tips before sliding the needles in.
High pitched moans are coming from her now and I use the clamps to pinch all along her swollen aching clit. She is frozen in place, every muscle of her body is tensed.
My helpers are very eager to make my girl cum but I hold them off a bit longer. Poking at each piercing and wiggling the clips on her clit.
I turn on the magic wand, lowest setting, and arc to each piercing and each clamp, one by one.
My friends are eager to make my girl squirm even more, so the violet want is turned off. They tug each clamp off her clit, withdrawing the needles from her lips. They take turns alternately stroking and slapping her swollen drippy cunt. I know she is near to cumming and I signal them. While one slides fingers inside to press her g-spot another grabs her swollen clit and pulls.
I twist the hypodermics that have pierced her nipples and she screams as she cums, her entire body shaking in the pain and ecstasy of release.
She starts sobbing into her blindfold as the needles are removed and the hitachi is placed between her sopping cunt lips. She is cumming in waves now, blood and cum dripping to puddle under her. Tits being slapped and squished in strong hands.
At last her reward is complete and she is untied, blindfold removed, she is escorted to a warm bath where I gently wash her. The friends have all gone home, and my girl is humming music to herself softly. She is so blissed out, rubbing her pussy with a soft washcloth is enough to make her cry out and cum again. She shudders and I pull her from the tub, wrapping her in fluffy towels.
Tonight she will sleep beside me, I cuddle her close in my arms and we drift off to sleep.
Just as a note to my readers, this was so hot I had to stop halfway through writing it and go masturbate. I love the way my mind works!
Saturday, August 6, 2011
As Promised, Kinky Book Reports
I made the promise a few months ago to publish book reports on a new collection of erotic literature and here they are.
Justine
I read this book first and I am glad I did, it was filled with flowery language and really required a lot of concentration to be able to get to the depravity of the story.
Justine is the younger daughter of a pair of siblings whose parents meet and untimely end. Her older sister changes her name and becomes a lady of the night in order to survive. Justine, feeling that because of her purity of heart and devotion to religion (note I do not say God) will save her from a life of sexual depravity and selling her body.
She is met many times with disaster and forced into sexual acts and eventually into sexual slavery. She escapes each one of these events, maintaining her trusting nature and immediately thrust back into even more horrendous affairs. The last of which was a teacher who was both beating a raping students and she was to act as a sort of governess.
I won't tell you the end, that would mean you have no need to read it. However if you are not good with reading stories of damsels in distress who never get rescued only raped and beaten, I suggest you do NOT read this book. She believes for the entire length of the story that she is a victim and that God will strike down all the sinners who surround her.
It was not my most pleasant read although the descriptions of the orgies were explicit and detailed. I certainly understand why the Marquis de Sade was considered a heinous fornicator. If Justine had not been forced repeatedly throughout the story but had instead been a "willing victim" I would have found the story much more to my liking.
I would very much like to read the story he constructed regarding her whore sister as I believe I would enjoy the tale immensely, his ability to describe sexual and sadistic scenes was nearly unsurpassed by any modern writer.
I did find some of the sex scenes to be worthy of daydreaming about while I masturbated but honestly I could not get off while actually having the book in my hand. Justine was simply entirely to much of a damsel awaiting a savior for me.
In fact the tale was so fantastical in all the woes this girl suffered that I found myself unable to feel empathy after awhile, it turned to pity and by the end, disgust. I mean really... you trusted another slimeball. It was like watching someone choose the same type of abusive lout for a boyfriend over and over and over. After a while you know that they are incapable of change and it just gets disgusting.
Three Little Birds
What a delightful book filled with tales of the naughty variety.
The book is a vignette of shorts, all sexual based in their manner. There are no gay stories(to my dismay), but there are lesbian stories, tales of voyeurs, polyamory, orgies, exhibitionism and coercion.
I found myself many times wishing there was more to any particular story as it seemed it just got good when they finished it. But then the next story would be a steamy sex scene and I would find myself squirming with arousal and soon masturbating.
Anais Nin's Three Little Birds is definitely for you if you just want to read about the sexcapades and not all the boring bits in between.
Good masturbation fodder.
The Story of My Life, part 1 and 2
This duo is a published journal of a man from boyhood to late adulthood and how his sexuality developed and grew.
I actually really liked the bold language he used saying piss, cunt, and cock liberally through out both books.It seemed quite authentic and while most of his sexcapades seemed rather... vanilla, I enjoyed reading it because it was all from the mans viewpoint.
He was a rather randy man and he would often have sex with two or three different girls in one night with none of the others knowing. He liked coercing virgins to give it up but then would always express disappointment when those girls turned out to be as inspiring as a mud puddle. He would often grow tired of them quickly and preferred girls who had experience and who just liked a good 'ol hard fucking.
I daresay he and I would have gotten along famously! Until I asked him to spank me or I slid a finger into his ass to stroke his prostrate. He may have objected at that!
Seriously, I found myself masturbating quite often during the sex scenes that were described.
By the end of it he seemed to have developed an unhealthy disrespect for women that turned me off. Hence I never finished reading the second book as it started to annoy me and I found myself more often than not disgusted with the author's blatant disregard for the pussy he so gleefully plundered his way through.
On a masturbation scale of 1-10 with 10 being OMG I must fuck a toy now! This book would rate around a 3.
Well that concludes my reviews of erotic literature that no person should be without having read at least once. The classics have officially been covered.
Look for more book reports in the future.
Justine
I read this book first and I am glad I did, it was filled with flowery language and really required a lot of concentration to be able to get to the depravity of the story.
Justine is the younger daughter of a pair of siblings whose parents meet and untimely end. Her older sister changes her name and becomes a lady of the night in order to survive. Justine, feeling that because of her purity of heart and devotion to religion (note I do not say God) will save her from a life of sexual depravity and selling her body.
She is met many times with disaster and forced into sexual acts and eventually into sexual slavery. She escapes each one of these events, maintaining her trusting nature and immediately thrust back into even more horrendous affairs. The last of which was a teacher who was both beating a raping students and she was to act as a sort of governess.
I won't tell you the end, that would mean you have no need to read it. However if you are not good with reading stories of damsels in distress who never get rescued only raped and beaten, I suggest you do NOT read this book. She believes for the entire length of the story that she is a victim and that God will strike down all the sinners who surround her.
It was not my most pleasant read although the descriptions of the orgies were explicit and detailed. I certainly understand why the Marquis de Sade was considered a heinous fornicator. If Justine had not been forced repeatedly throughout the story but had instead been a "willing victim" I would have found the story much more to my liking.
I would very much like to read the story he constructed regarding her whore sister as I believe I would enjoy the tale immensely, his ability to describe sexual and sadistic scenes was nearly unsurpassed by any modern writer.
I did find some of the sex scenes to be worthy of daydreaming about while I masturbated but honestly I could not get off while actually having the book in my hand. Justine was simply entirely to much of a damsel awaiting a savior for me.
In fact the tale was so fantastical in all the woes this girl suffered that I found myself unable to feel empathy after awhile, it turned to pity and by the end, disgust. I mean really... you trusted another slimeball. It was like watching someone choose the same type of abusive lout for a boyfriend over and over and over. After a while you know that they are incapable of change and it just gets disgusting.
Three Little Birds
What a delightful book filled with tales of the naughty variety.
The book is a vignette of shorts, all sexual based in their manner. There are no gay stories(to my dismay), but there are lesbian stories, tales of voyeurs, polyamory, orgies, exhibitionism and coercion.
I found myself many times wishing there was more to any particular story as it seemed it just got good when they finished it. But then the next story would be a steamy sex scene and I would find myself squirming with arousal and soon masturbating.
Anais Nin's Three Little Birds is definitely for you if you just want to read about the sexcapades and not all the boring bits in between.
Good masturbation fodder.
The Story of My Life, part 1 and 2
This duo is a published journal of a man from boyhood to late adulthood and how his sexuality developed and grew.
I actually really liked the bold language he used saying piss, cunt, and cock liberally through out both books.It seemed quite authentic and while most of his sexcapades seemed rather... vanilla, I enjoyed reading it because it was all from the mans viewpoint.
He was a rather randy man and he would often have sex with two or three different girls in one night with none of the others knowing. He liked coercing virgins to give it up but then would always express disappointment when those girls turned out to be as inspiring as a mud puddle. He would often grow tired of them quickly and preferred girls who had experience and who just liked a good 'ol hard fucking.
I daresay he and I would have gotten along famously! Until I asked him to spank me or I slid a finger into his ass to stroke his prostrate. He may have objected at that!
Seriously, I found myself masturbating quite often during the sex scenes that were described.
By the end of it he seemed to have developed an unhealthy disrespect for women that turned me off. Hence I never finished reading the second book as it started to annoy me and I found myself more often than not disgusted with the author's blatant disregard for the pussy he so gleefully plundered his way through.
On a masturbation scale of 1-10 with 10 being OMG I must fuck a toy now! This book would rate around a 3.
Well that concludes my reviews of erotic literature that no person should be without having read at least once. The classics have officially been covered.
Look for more book reports in the future.
Sunday, May 29, 2011
Needles and The FIST
I don't like needles.
The idea of allowing a person to stick hypodermics in me for a purpose other than to draw blood seems more than mildly insane.
I have recently been in a car accident and I am unable to enjoy impact play (either giving or receiving) and unable to enjoy almost every other pain stimulating play I can think of. I am a fighter, a squirmer, a runner and a beg for more'er.
In other words I ADORE active scenes. It's what I do, and I do it well.
I can not squirm, writhe, wiggle, fight or ANYTHING!
I find myself at a sex positive event, unable to do any of the activities I adore.
There are only two things I can think of that I love to do that require me to be still.
I seek out the only person I trust to do both.
Negotiations begin.
The scene is set and we begin.
My friend spends quite some time prepping. Giving me their very best "Doctor" face while cleaning fingertips with alcohol swabs. Then cleaning the tops of my chest with more alcohol wipes.
Deep breath in, out, in, out..... the needle is pressed through my skin and pops out the other side. We pause and delight in my endorphin's together before I take a few more breaths and it is woven under and through my skin again.
We kiss and caress each other.
It isn't particularly painful. It is an extreme pysch out for me. We both touch the skin resting over the fine needle and the pain bleeds slowly into me. I am flying so high I don't think the ceiling can contain me. My nipple is first nuzzled and then sucked. I am transported to another level of bliss.
The next needle goes in just as slowly, we are delighting in this moment together and it is (for me) as if my entire world has been reduced to only the two of us, in this moment.
The needles are ultra fine and they end up bent around so they don't slip free of my temporary piercing.
Bottle of lube has now joined us in our private universe. Drips and drizzles between my parted thighs, I pull and twist at the needles as fingers slide in my slippery labia. Two fingers slide inside and poke at my g-spot, I am cumming almost instantly.
It is not long before the entire hand is inside me and I am cumming multiple times and crying out my ecstasy. We share sexy kisses and I am told I am beautiful. I am in sensory overload, caressing soft skin and completely surrendering to the rapture that is swirling around me.
To soon it seems it is over. The fist is withdrawn and we joke around about the cum coated glove, hand and arm. Oops!
The needles are withdrawn and more alcohol wipes are applied. This is, the most painful part of the entire scene. I squirm and moan a bit at the light stings. This makes us both laugh again.
At last I sit up, Oh! we are not alone in the world! We have an audience.. I smile and we embrace and kiss. Soft naked skin against soft naked skin.
Such an intimate scene in midst of a party.
I am satisfied, my lust has gone from raging fire, to the low simmer that never goes away.
Thank you my friend!
The idea of allowing a person to stick hypodermics in me for a purpose other than to draw blood seems more than mildly insane.
I have recently been in a car accident and I am unable to enjoy impact play (either giving or receiving) and unable to enjoy almost every other pain stimulating play I can think of. I am a fighter, a squirmer, a runner and a beg for more'er.
In other words I ADORE active scenes. It's what I do, and I do it well.
I can not squirm, writhe, wiggle, fight or ANYTHING!
I find myself at a sex positive event, unable to do any of the activities I adore.
There are only two things I can think of that I love to do that require me to be still.
I seek out the only person I trust to do both.
Negotiations begin.
The scene is set and we begin.
My friend spends quite some time prepping. Giving me their very best "Doctor" face while cleaning fingertips with alcohol swabs. Then cleaning the tops of my chest with more alcohol wipes.
Deep breath in, out, in, out..... the needle is pressed through my skin and pops out the other side. We pause and delight in my endorphin's together before I take a few more breaths and it is woven under and through my skin again.
We kiss and caress each other.
It isn't particularly painful. It is an extreme pysch out for me. We both touch the skin resting over the fine needle and the pain bleeds slowly into me. I am flying so high I don't think the ceiling can contain me. My nipple is first nuzzled and then sucked. I am transported to another level of bliss.
The next needle goes in just as slowly, we are delighting in this moment together and it is (for me) as if my entire world has been reduced to only the two of us, in this moment.
The needles are ultra fine and they end up bent around so they don't slip free of my temporary piercing.
Bottle of lube has now joined us in our private universe. Drips and drizzles between my parted thighs, I pull and twist at the needles as fingers slide in my slippery labia. Two fingers slide inside and poke at my g-spot, I am cumming almost instantly.
It is not long before the entire hand is inside me and I am cumming multiple times and crying out my ecstasy. We share sexy kisses and I am told I am beautiful. I am in sensory overload, caressing soft skin and completely surrendering to the rapture that is swirling around me.
To soon it seems it is over. The fist is withdrawn and we joke around about the cum coated glove, hand and arm. Oops!
The needles are withdrawn and more alcohol wipes are applied. This is, the most painful part of the entire scene. I squirm and moan a bit at the light stings. This makes us both laugh again.
At last I sit up, Oh! we are not alone in the world! We have an audience.. I smile and we embrace and kiss. Soft naked skin against soft naked skin.
Such an intimate scene in midst of a party.
I am satisfied, my lust has gone from raging fire, to the low simmer that never goes away.
Thank you my friend!
Monday, April 18, 2011
Interviews
They are new and coming soon. I will be interviewing members of our community and posting the delicious tales they tell me on my blog for all to see.
Some will be anonymous, some will have photos, likely all will contain erotic stories, and with any luck, they will all describe the uniqueness of each individual that is part of our beautiful community.
I am taking on this project because there are so many amazing people in our community and they all lead such darn interesting lives.. And so many of them are shy! So many of them think no one would want to hear their story. Or that they are boring!
If you would like to volunteer please send me an email, and watch your email for my invitation to be examined *insert dirty grin*
Some will be anonymous, some will have photos, likely all will contain erotic stories, and with any luck, they will all describe the uniqueness of each individual that is part of our beautiful community.
I am taking on this project because there are so many amazing people in our community and they all lead such darn interesting lives.. And so many of them are shy! So many of them think no one would want to hear their story. Or that they are boring!
If you would like to volunteer please send me an email, and watch your email for my invitation to be examined *insert dirty grin*
Saturday, April 16, 2011
Outrage
The Green Party candidate for the B.C. riding of Fleetwood-Port Kells has resigned over a quotation about rape on his Facebook page.
The Surrey Leader newspaper...reported that, on the Facebook page, Mr. Saldanha's favourite quote was listed as: "If rape is inevitable, lie back and enjoy it!"
Reading the article in the paper it stated that he was misquoted and that he meant "Confucius says, if rape is inevitable, lay back and enjoy it." Then he continued on the say that he "liked it" and posted it on a status update.
He has since resigned from the Green party and they are back pedalling. Come on already.
This is really disgusting. Not just that he said it, but that he is in an election to be in a position of power in the first place.
Powerful people should be held to an even higher moral standard than anyone else. They are LEADERS! People follow them! I want to PUKE thinking about it!
I hate politics, religion and economics. Now I am reminded why.
Join me and my poly family and friends for SlutWalk Vancouver. We will all be wearing pink scarves or boas. And dressing as slutty as we can.
It is time we stood up for ourselves and our fellow humans. No means no! Red means STOP! And no one has the right to attack anyone no matter what they look like!
You can view the event page here.
The Surrey Leader newspaper...reported that, on the Facebook page, Mr. Saldanha's favourite quote was listed as: "If rape is inevitable, lie back and enjoy it!"
Reading the article in the paper it stated that he was misquoted and that he meant "Confucius says, if rape is inevitable, lay back and enjoy it." Then he continued on the say that he "liked it" and posted it on a status update.
He has since resigned from the Green party and they are back pedalling. Come on already.
This is really disgusting. Not just that he said it, but that he is in an election to be in a position of power in the first place.
Powerful people should be held to an even higher moral standard than anyone else. They are LEADERS! People follow them! I want to PUKE thinking about it!
I hate politics, religion and economics. Now I am reminded why.
Join me and my poly family and friends for SlutWalk Vancouver. We will all be wearing pink scarves or boas. And dressing as slutty as we can.
It is time we stood up for ourselves and our fellow humans. No means no! Red means STOP! And no one has the right to attack anyone no matter what they look like!
You can view the event page here.
Thursday, April 14, 2011
Endings
A sweet goodbye.
I am at a cross roads.
Every time I find myself making a life changing decision I listen to this song. To me it is about looking back and remembering all the really great things. And then remembering that there was a reason I walked away.
Forward momentum. I refuse to go back, only forward. There is no reverse in my vehicle of life, and while I may glance in the reaview mirror every so often I know that it is only a pale reflection of what once was.
I had a boyfriend break up with me once and I sent him this song. Suddenly he wanted me back. I told him off.
So onward and upward.
I am at a cross roads.
Every time I find myself making a life changing decision I listen to this song. To me it is about looking back and remembering all the really great things. And then remembering that there was a reason I walked away.
Forward momentum. I refuse to go back, only forward. There is no reverse in my vehicle of life, and while I may glance in the reaview mirror every so often I know that it is only a pale reflection of what once was.
I had a boyfriend break up with me once and I sent him this song. Suddenly he wanted me back. I told him off.
So onward and upward.
Tuesday, April 12, 2011
Sheets
My Wulfie is washing our sheets.
The other day when we had sex he came so hard and so much it sprayed everywhere.
Dirty Daddy Wulfie.
He is trying to say that the cum spatters are from me, but I know there is NO way I could spray that much (this is where I am smirking and trying to hide the fact I am a squirty girl)
He is bad.
I am sweet and innocent and oh so not guilty.
*insert evil grin*
I sure hope he doesn't make a mess again tonight!
The other day when we had sex he came so hard and so much it sprayed everywhere.
Dirty Daddy Wulfie.
He is trying to say that the cum spatters are from me, but I know there is NO way I could spray that much (this is where I am smirking and trying to hide the fact I am a squirty girl)
He is bad.
I am sweet and innocent and oh so not guilty.
*insert evil grin*
I sure hope he doesn't make a mess again tonight!
Tuesday, April 5, 2011
Caution! Appearances Are Deceiving!
It has recently been posed as a question, does it bother me that people see me as something I am not.
My answer quite simply is no. The reasoning behind my no is even simpler.
I enjoy surprising people. I enjoy casting all their preconceived notions into shadow.I enjoy saying "HEY! Do NOT judge this book by it's cover."
Words that are used to describe me when I arrange my self in one manner, have been, timid, shy, innocent, naive, childlike.
When I arrange myself in another manner I am described as worldly, confident, dominant and creative.
Yet another costume I where comfortably is mother, confidant, homey, trustworthy.
I am indeed all these things and none of them.
I detest labels and I suppose that is why I enjoy shattering people's beliefs when they label me as something and I turn around and do something completely uncharacteristic of that label.
I am me, multi-faceted, beautiful, perfect, passionate, flawed, confident, ME.
My answer quite simply is no. The reasoning behind my no is even simpler.
I enjoy surprising people. I enjoy casting all their preconceived notions into shadow.I enjoy saying "HEY! Do NOT judge this book by it's cover."
Words that are used to describe me when I arrange my self in one manner, have been, timid, shy, innocent, naive, childlike.
When I arrange myself in another manner I am described as worldly, confident, dominant and creative.
Yet another costume I where comfortably is mother, confidant, homey, trustworthy.
I am indeed all these things and none of them.
I detest labels and I suppose that is why I enjoy shattering people's beliefs when they label me as something and I turn around and do something completely uncharacteristic of that label.
I am me, multi-faceted, beautiful, perfect, passionate, flawed, confident, ME.
Saturday, April 2, 2011
Erotic Literature
I love to read erotic literature.
I am currently on vacation and have been for a week, we (my lover and I) ended up in a second hand bookstore yesterday. I adore second hand stores and my favorite of secondhand items is second hand books. My most favorite second hand books is of course erotic fiction. Provided that the pages aren't stuck together, I am all for imagining who may have last read them and how they ended up being cast aside to realm of a used bookstore.
I call these divine finds my "sloppy seconds" it is much less disgusting than it sounds, as rarely would any self respecting bookstore owner put anything less than a book in amazing quality on the shelf.
So what are the titles I managed to find under the heading of "Sexuality"? Well among the usual suspects of porn and tacky relationships books telling you how to find, and keep your man. (yawn) Were some very likely buys with lesbian literature that was very tempting. There were all anthologies however and as much as I love a good erotic short story I was in a different sort of mood.
It was then that I spotted the collection.
Very artfully bound in modern art was a delicious collection of works I had never read.
Anains Nin's "Little Birds" was the slimmest of the novels, and I was thrilled to have this historic copy of a delicious diary writers fantasies and escapades to add to my collection.
Next was two solid books titled simply "My Secret Life" parts one and two. Opening the covers revealed that these were the accounts of a high status Victorian gentleman who was obsessed with sex and sexual encounters. He meticulously chronicled his sexual exploits in six journals and I was about to possess the first two copies in these tastefully bound editions.
The last book was one I had long heard of but not had the chance to purchase, "Justine" by the Marquis de Sade. The author of course being the sadistic and twisted literati that many more modern writers aspire to. "Justine" of course being written while he was first imprisoned it is considered to be his first and most "pure" of his works.
I plan on slowly devouring every one of these literary classics, savouring the full flavour that they will impart, much like a wine connoisseur would enjoy a fine and rare vintage.
Expect the next few months to be filled with reviews of reading... mixed among a few surprises I have planned!
I am currently on vacation and have been for a week, we (my lover and I) ended up in a second hand bookstore yesterday. I adore second hand stores and my favorite of secondhand items is second hand books. My most favorite second hand books is of course erotic fiction. Provided that the pages aren't stuck together, I am all for imagining who may have last read them and how they ended up being cast aside to realm of a used bookstore.
I call these divine finds my "sloppy seconds" it is much less disgusting than it sounds, as rarely would any self respecting bookstore owner put anything less than a book in amazing quality on the shelf.
So what are the titles I managed to find under the heading of "Sexuality"? Well among the usual suspects of porn and tacky relationships books telling you how to find, and keep your man. (yawn) Were some very likely buys with lesbian literature that was very tempting. There were all anthologies however and as much as I love a good erotic short story I was in a different sort of mood.
It was then that I spotted the collection.
Very artfully bound in modern art was a delicious collection of works I had never read.
Anains Nin's "Little Birds" was the slimmest of the novels, and I was thrilled to have this historic copy of a delicious diary writers fantasies and escapades to add to my collection.
Next was two solid books titled simply "My Secret Life" parts one and two. Opening the covers revealed that these were the accounts of a high status Victorian gentleman who was obsessed with sex and sexual encounters. He meticulously chronicled his sexual exploits in six journals and I was about to possess the first two copies in these tastefully bound editions.
The last book was one I had long heard of but not had the chance to purchase, "Justine" by the Marquis de Sade. The author of course being the sadistic and twisted literati that many more modern writers aspire to. "Justine" of course being written while he was first imprisoned it is considered to be his first and most "pure" of his works.
I plan on slowly devouring every one of these literary classics, savouring the full flavour that they will impart, much like a wine connoisseur would enjoy a fine and rare vintage.
Expect the next few months to be filled with reviews of reading... mixed among a few surprises I have planned!
Entice Me
The night has spun blackness around us like a velvet cloud.
Your hands are large and warm, the strength in them is held in check as your fingers caress along the underside of my arm. Your touch is gentle, enticing me.
Throbbing desire like a beating drum fills me, swelling inside to overwhelm. Your scent wraps me in a hot embrace, as your touch strokes the curve of my breast.
Our lips meet and tongues touch, soft but insistent. Fingers tugging at my nipple, seducing me into your night game.
Transported to bliss.. take me..
Your hands are large and warm, the strength in them is held in check as your fingers caress along the underside of my arm. Your touch is gentle, enticing me.
Throbbing desire like a beating drum fills me, swelling inside to overwhelm. Your scent wraps me in a hot embrace, as your touch strokes the curve of my breast.
Our lips meet and tongues touch, soft but insistent. Fingers tugging at my nipple, seducing me into your night game.
Transported to bliss.. take me..
Thursday, March 24, 2011
EVERYBODY loves a great BJ
Ok I just remembered this for no specific reason and had to share!
My first Dom, love him forever he is so awesome. Had an aversion to the word BLOWJOB! Me, being the ultimate brat girl that I was (still am given the right situation) would casually drop the words BLOWJOB and BJ into everyday conversations.
Example? Why I would LOVE to give one.
Out for dinner at a friends for birthday cake, singing happy birthday, song ends, I call out "give it a good BLOW, job" I was highly amused, so was he but he also blushed furiously.
Tip for any subby's out there, embarrassing your Dom.... not the brightest idea.
I couldn't help myself really, I always was a lil shit disturber.
When asking my Sir what he would like for dinner, "and can I get you a BJ with that?"
The punishments with this Dom were always just that... punishment BLEH. To this day I will never find knitting to be a pleasant task, especially when gagged by will.
So there you go, my humourous laugh of the day.
Have a great one! (bj)
My first Dom, love him forever he is so awesome. Had an aversion to the word BLOWJOB! Me, being the ultimate brat girl that I was (still am given the right situation) would casually drop the words BLOWJOB and BJ into everyday conversations.
Example? Why I would LOVE to give one.
Out for dinner at a friends for birthday cake, singing happy birthday, song ends, I call out "give it a good BLOW, job" I was highly amused, so was he but he also blushed furiously.
Tip for any subby's out there, embarrassing your Dom.... not the brightest idea.
I couldn't help myself really, I always was a lil shit disturber.
When asking my Sir what he would like for dinner, "and can I get you a BJ with that?"
The punishments with this Dom were always just that... punishment BLEH. To this day I will never find knitting to be a pleasant task, especially when gagged by will.
So there you go, my humourous laugh of the day.
Have a great one! (bj)
Tuesday, March 1, 2011
Here Kitty Kitty
Friday I had a friend over for some playtime.
Sometimes a picture is worth a thousand words.
Yes that is my fist buried in her pussy. She is impaled up to my wrist.
There is nothing quite like feeling a pussy cum around your fist. The ripple of muscles as they tense and release. Then the tight squeeze of the final cumming.
I had fucked her first with my big blue dick. Both of us had already had orgasms when I knelt down between her parted thighs, and pushed my fingers, and then hand, and finally made a fist in her sopping wet pussy.
Delicious.
Sometimes a picture is worth a thousand words.
There is nothing quite like feeling a pussy cum around your fist. The ripple of muscles as they tense and release. Then the tight squeeze of the final cumming.
I had fucked her first with my big blue dick. Both of us had already had orgasms when I knelt down between her parted thighs, and pushed my fingers, and then hand, and finally made a fist in her sopping wet pussy.
Delicious.
Monday, February 21, 2011
The Chicken
She started it.
Who could resist the comment "A fish in the hand is infinitely better than a fish in the ass." I HAD to do it!
Thus began my quest for fishy pervertables and soon had me at Walmart perusing the fishing section. I found a few interesting impact items and the usual culprits of fishing line and weights, nets and lures.
Not quite the lure I was hoping for, but I picked up one item of interest, knowing it would be put to good use.
With the lil chicken in my sights, and a lovely Songbird along to help, I prepared the scene mentally and planned out the night.
We carpooled to the event and when we arrived I spent a few minutes lacing Songbird into her corset and slipping into the Swedish Fish gurl costume I had worked out. Flipping my pigtails over my shoulder I slipped into the next room to find that the chicken was on the BBQ.
Yes not five minutes in the door and she was buck naked and laid out on a table being slowly roasted by the Host who was running torches over her body. Halfway through she turned over, someone (Wulfie) commented on her being rotisserie chicken and I told her she sure didn't waste any time. LOL so much for being "shy".
Soon her turn was over and the Host asked if anyone else would like to try, of course his gaze was fixed on me. I waited for him to look elsewhere, but he didn't, he just asked again while watching me. I made sounds of innocence and laughter erupted around me.
I was naked in about ten seconds.
Please remember I have a fear of fire so for me this is fear play as well as fire play.
The fire was intense as it always is. The torches on my back were simply delightful, I love heat and since I can't actually SEE the fire I don't have such a fear response. I was able to relax and feel my arousal unwinding slowly through my torso.
He flashed fireballs over me, and lit mousse on fire on my back. It was great. I had so much fun with fireballs the first time around, that I was feeling confident and relaxed. Then he asked me to turn over.
I reminded him about the cutting area on my chest still being sensitive and he understood (he had been the one holding the scalpel) and I tried to relax back into the scene.
He started by running the torch over my skin and I found myself spreading my legs open so he could trace a path of alcohol over my inner thighs. Soon he had progressed to my labia and mound. I was gasping, no longer relaxed as I flashed through an intensely hot and bright orgasm. I commented that I had cum and there was laughter. Again no surprise.
Next he spread mousse over my tummy and lit it on fire. It was a brand new can so it was quite spectacular. After the mouse was wiped off he started placing little balls of flash cotton onto my tummy. One placed at the top of my sex made me shiver.
It was then that I really noticed the fear.
I was really afraid of being burned. I trusted this man but I did NOT trust the flames he was weilding.
I was starting to shake with fear. I wanted it but I was really afraid.
He started by picking up another torch and the spray bottle. He ignited a fireball over my tummy and BOOM! The flash cotton ignited and suddenly flames were shooting across and over my belly. The mousse hadn't been cleaned off quite enough. I reacted by slapping out the flames as did the Top and his assistant.
The host put out the torch saying that was a failed experiment and that he know knows not to mix the two together. I was quick to agree.
Holding my hands by my side I squished the fear down inside me and felt the tickles of the sparkler as it came up my leg. I laughed. I couldn't help it! It tickled! Soon enough he was at the top of my thighs and coming across my belly.
Each time the sparkler came near my face I found myself trying to blow it out HAH!
The scene was over, I was unburned despite the minor mishap and I lay there for a moment before sitting up and giving the host a very long and tight hug. He is so much fun and I appreciate that he enjoys playing with me.
We all head upstairs to socialize a bit. I wander around wearing just a crinoline and saying hi to people. I quickly tire of the crowd and want to play.
I go down to my toybag and pull out the "Fish Wacker" tag. I head back upstairs and give it to the chicken.
She comments about how subs can mindfuck themselves right out of play, I laughed and said "We wouldn't want that!"
With that we were off to the dungeon area and our playful scene began.
As with any time that I play with someone new I was "gentle" hehe. We took our time warming her up and teasing her slowly. My cohort was amazingly sexy and purring as she tormented our little subby. I was soon laughing and immersed in making the experience as enjoyable as I could for her.
I won't write about this scene as she has already written about her experience on her blog. I could recount it from the Topside, but I find myself wanting her to wonder what happened that she DIDN'T see hah! Beside I know she will read it and enjoy this part of the tease (I bet she is squirming a bit right now!)
When the scene was all over we returned to the main social area and for the first time ever I really enjoyed the aftercare portion. She sat on the floor on a cushion at my feet and I sat in a chair beside her. My arm was draped protectively over her shoulder and I was feeling somewhat possessive.
I think my response was to being told she finally understood what sub-space felt like. I am pleased to be able to get her there and doubly pleased that I was the first.
The rest of the night was spent relaxing and socializing, enjoying the company around us and the floaty sensations for Top/bottom space.
I look forward to flying this chicken again sometime!
Who could resist the comment "A fish in the hand is infinitely better than a fish in the ass." I HAD to do it!
Thus began my quest for fishy pervertables and soon had me at Walmart perusing the fishing section. I found a few interesting impact items and the usual culprits of fishing line and weights, nets and lures.
Not quite the lure I was hoping for, but I picked up one item of interest, knowing it would be put to good use.
With the lil chicken in my sights, and a lovely Songbird along to help, I prepared the scene mentally and planned out the night.
We carpooled to the event and when we arrived I spent a few minutes lacing Songbird into her corset and slipping into the Swedish Fish gurl costume I had worked out. Flipping my pigtails over my shoulder I slipped into the next room to find that the chicken was on the BBQ.
Yes not five minutes in the door and she was buck naked and laid out on a table being slowly roasted by the Host who was running torches over her body. Halfway through she turned over, someone (Wulfie) commented on her being rotisserie chicken and I told her she sure didn't waste any time. LOL so much for being "shy".
Soon her turn was over and the Host asked if anyone else would like to try, of course his gaze was fixed on me. I waited for him to look elsewhere, but he didn't, he just asked again while watching me. I made sounds of innocence and laughter erupted around me.
I was naked in about ten seconds.
Please remember I have a fear of fire so for me this is fear play as well as fire play.
The fire was intense as it always is. The torches on my back were simply delightful, I love heat and since I can't actually SEE the fire I don't have such a fear response. I was able to relax and feel my arousal unwinding slowly through my torso.
He flashed fireballs over me, and lit mousse on fire on my back. It was great. I had so much fun with fireballs the first time around, that I was feeling confident and relaxed. Then he asked me to turn over.
I reminded him about the cutting area on my chest still being sensitive and he understood (he had been the one holding the scalpel) and I tried to relax back into the scene.
He started by running the torch over my skin and I found myself spreading my legs open so he could trace a path of alcohol over my inner thighs. Soon he had progressed to my labia and mound. I was gasping, no longer relaxed as I flashed through an intensely hot and bright orgasm. I commented that I had cum and there was laughter. Again no surprise.
Next he spread mousse over my tummy and lit it on fire. It was a brand new can so it was quite spectacular. After the mouse was wiped off he started placing little balls of flash cotton onto my tummy. One placed at the top of my sex made me shiver.
It was then that I really noticed the fear.
I was really afraid of being burned. I trusted this man but I did NOT trust the flames he was weilding.
I was starting to shake with fear. I wanted it but I was really afraid.
He started by picking up another torch and the spray bottle. He ignited a fireball over my tummy and BOOM! The flash cotton ignited and suddenly flames were shooting across and over my belly. The mousse hadn't been cleaned off quite enough. I reacted by slapping out the flames as did the Top and his assistant.
The host put out the torch saying that was a failed experiment and that he know knows not to mix the two together. I was quick to agree.
Holding my hands by my side I squished the fear down inside me and felt the tickles of the sparkler as it came up my leg. I laughed. I couldn't help it! It tickled! Soon enough he was at the top of my thighs and coming across my belly.
Each time the sparkler came near my face I found myself trying to blow it out HAH!
The scene was over, I was unburned despite the minor mishap and I lay there for a moment before sitting up and giving the host a very long and tight hug. He is so much fun and I appreciate that he enjoys playing with me.
We all head upstairs to socialize a bit. I wander around wearing just a crinoline and saying hi to people. I quickly tire of the crowd and want to play.
I go down to my toybag and pull out the "Fish Wacker" tag. I head back upstairs and give it to the chicken.
She comments about how subs can mindfuck themselves right out of play, I laughed and said "We wouldn't want that!"
With that we were off to the dungeon area and our playful scene began.
As with any time that I play with someone new I was "gentle" hehe. We took our time warming her up and teasing her slowly. My cohort was amazingly sexy and purring as she tormented our little subby. I was soon laughing and immersed in making the experience as enjoyable as I could for her.
I won't write about this scene as she has already written about her experience on her blog. I could recount it from the Topside, but I find myself wanting her to wonder what happened that she DIDN'T see hah! Beside I know she will read it and enjoy this part of the tease (I bet she is squirming a bit right now!)
When the scene was all over we returned to the main social area and for the first time ever I really enjoyed the aftercare portion. She sat on the floor on a cushion at my feet and I sat in a chair beside her. My arm was draped protectively over her shoulder and I was feeling somewhat possessive.
I think my response was to being told she finally understood what sub-space felt like. I am pleased to be able to get her there and doubly pleased that I was the first.
The rest of the night was spent relaxing and socializing, enjoying the company around us and the floaty sensations for Top/bottom space.
I look forward to flying this chicken again sometime!
Sunday, February 6, 2011
Vulnerable
This weekend did not go exactly as I had planned. In fact, not at all as I had planned. It feels a bit like my life.
You see, I am a goal setter. I am goal oriented. Goal driven. Without goals I feel very, directionless. Two years ago I saw many of my goals realized. Some happened just as I planned and some were achieved in such a roundabout way even I wasn't sure I had actually done it.
So with all that achievement why do I feel as if things are not going as planned? I wish I had an answer for this.
A friend of mine has told me there is a religion that believes that you can never be happy with what you achieve, for once you reach your goal you no longer want it.
Maybe that's it.
Maybe I am just completely off my rocker.
No matter HOW I arrived here, this is where I am currently. And no matter how I may have achieved these goals I am none the less feeling, annoyed.
Last night my Wulfie tried to snuggle up to me. To kiss me and likely to try to have sex with me.
I was cranky and tired. I had been asleep about an hour and he woke me.
Everything he did was irritating me. From his bristling beard to his stubbly cheek to his roaming hands.
I just wanted him to go away. And when he would move away I would pull him back and try to get it all to working again. I faced the conflict of wanting HIM but not wanting touch.
Something is bothering me and I know what it is. I know it is because I am peacekeeper and I feel very much that there are conflicts going on in my world that I can't control. Because while I am a pacifist I am also very much a control freak.
This is why I ignore social networking sites as a rule. I hate to see people I care about fighting, and I feel helpless.
Yes this is my problem. Yes I must find a way to deal with it.
I will.
But for today, I will mourn the loss of friends who were friends, and are no longer.
You see, I am a goal setter. I am goal oriented. Goal driven. Without goals I feel very, directionless. Two years ago I saw many of my goals realized. Some happened just as I planned and some were achieved in such a roundabout way even I wasn't sure I had actually done it.
So with all that achievement why do I feel as if things are not going as planned? I wish I had an answer for this.
A friend of mine has told me there is a religion that believes that you can never be happy with what you achieve, for once you reach your goal you no longer want it.
Maybe that's it.
Maybe I am just completely off my rocker.
No matter HOW I arrived here, this is where I am currently. And no matter how I may have achieved these goals I am none the less feeling, annoyed.
Last night my Wulfie tried to snuggle up to me. To kiss me and likely to try to have sex with me.
I was cranky and tired. I had been asleep about an hour and he woke me.
Everything he did was irritating me. From his bristling beard to his stubbly cheek to his roaming hands.
I just wanted him to go away. And when he would move away I would pull him back and try to get it all to working again. I faced the conflict of wanting HIM but not wanting touch.
Something is bothering me and I know what it is. I know it is because I am peacekeeper and I feel very much that there are conflicts going on in my world that I can't control. Because while I am a pacifist I am also very much a control freak.
This is why I ignore social networking sites as a rule. I hate to see people I care about fighting, and I feel helpless.
Yes this is my problem. Yes I must find a way to deal with it.
I will.
But for today, I will mourn the loss of friends who were friends, and are no longer.
Saturday, January 1, 2011
New Year, New Games
You are not allowed to cum until Friday, you must masturbate twice a day minimum and NOT orgasm. If you behave you will get a special treat on Friday.
Thus begins a new year and a new game to play with one of my favorite toys. She will obey me, she is such a good girl. I am thrilled at her consenting to play this way with me. I plan on spending the entire week making her squirm.
I know she is taking delight in my control of her and I plan on taking full advantage of her during this time. Her consent to participate has given me license to experiment on her with denial and forced release.
I have told her I expect daily updates. I suspect she will start begging by mid-week.
Happy New Year!
Thus begins a new year and a new game to play with one of my favorite toys. She will obey me, she is such a good girl. I am thrilled at her consenting to play this way with me. I plan on spending the entire week making her squirm.
I know she is taking delight in my control of her and I plan on taking full advantage of her during this time. Her consent to participate has given me license to experiment on her with denial and forced release.
I have told her I expect daily updates. I suspect she will start begging by mid-week.
Happy New Year!
Edging
So she tells me right before we start the scene that she is now into edging. I have played this way in the past and I know what she wants.
Orgasm denial is such a lovely thing and her "about to cum" safeword is purple.
I inform my partner what we are going to do.
We start with her hands and feet hooked to a spreader bar and tied to the suspension frame. I check the height and angle with her and it seems good.
I love playing with this girl, she is one of my favorites and I know what gets her going. The two of us start working her over quite well with lighter impact items. She is moaning and squeaking just a bit as we start ramping it up.
I don gloves and grab her hitachi. I love fucking this woman and tonight is no exception. With my hand in her pussy and her hitachi against her clit it is not long before she is begging to cum.
She is being beaten by my partner and I am varying the intensity just enough to keep her from cumming. She is starting to wiggle and squirm.
I stop tormenting her poor pussy and we change places. I am now beating the underside of her tits as my partner swats at her exposed ass and thighs.
I start attacking her with a wooden skewer. They are lovely little toys, flexible enough that when bent back and let go they leave little welts and sting like a bitch! Not to mention the pointy side of course.
When her tits are sufficient covered in welts and she has approached orgasm several times and I refuse her we decide it is time to flip her over and spank her lovely ass.
With her rearranged onto her knees and her ass in the air the spanks begin.
In between flogging, spanking, paddling and strapping her ass we bring her to the edge over and over. Oftentimes leaving the vibrator that has gotten her there right next to her clit.
After quite sometime we flip her over again and I know she is finally at the end of her rope for patience.
She starts begging to cum and I am holding her back. Finally I say the magic words, "Cum for me" and she doesn't hesitate a bit, her orgasm shooting out of her as she squirts in a huge flood. I tell her to keep cumming as hard as she can. I am manipulating her gspot with one vibrator and her clit with the hitachi.
She squirts so hard it goes shooting over my head! I am impressed as hell at this and I push her to cum one more time before finally allowing her to rest.
My partner gets her water and they snuggle while I clean up.
I am informed that she worships me, to which I smile, and she also tells me she wants me to take over her orgasms.
I am delighted! More edging for extended periods of time, to cum!
Orgasm denial is such a lovely thing and her "about to cum" safeword is purple.
I inform my partner what we are going to do.
We start with her hands and feet hooked to a spreader bar and tied to the suspension frame. I check the height and angle with her and it seems good.
I love playing with this girl, she is one of my favorites and I know what gets her going. The two of us start working her over quite well with lighter impact items. She is moaning and squeaking just a bit as we start ramping it up.
I don gloves and grab her hitachi. I love fucking this woman and tonight is no exception. With my hand in her pussy and her hitachi against her clit it is not long before she is begging to cum.
She is being beaten by my partner and I am varying the intensity just enough to keep her from cumming. She is starting to wiggle and squirm.
I stop tormenting her poor pussy and we change places. I am now beating the underside of her tits as my partner swats at her exposed ass and thighs.
I start attacking her with a wooden skewer. They are lovely little toys, flexible enough that when bent back and let go they leave little welts and sting like a bitch! Not to mention the pointy side of course.
When her tits are sufficient covered in welts and she has approached orgasm several times and I refuse her we decide it is time to flip her over and spank her lovely ass.
With her rearranged onto her knees and her ass in the air the spanks begin.
In between flogging, spanking, paddling and strapping her ass we bring her to the edge over and over. Oftentimes leaving the vibrator that has gotten her there right next to her clit.
After quite sometime we flip her over again and I know she is finally at the end of her rope for patience.
She starts begging to cum and I am holding her back. Finally I say the magic words, "Cum for me" and she doesn't hesitate a bit, her orgasm shooting out of her as she squirts in a huge flood. I tell her to keep cumming as hard as she can. I am manipulating her gspot with one vibrator and her clit with the hitachi.
She squirts so hard it goes shooting over my head! I am impressed as hell at this and I push her to cum one more time before finally allowing her to rest.
My partner gets her water and they snuggle while I clean up.
I am informed that she worships me, to which I smile, and she also tells me she wants me to take over her orgasms.
I am delighted! More edging for extended periods of time, to cum!
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