I bought myself a new toy today. It is called a Fulcrum Flame. A smaller pocket knife, a bit flashy (like its owner) an interesting way to click it open, and an interesting hilt that fits in my hand perfectly. The steel is cold to the initial touch but warms quickly.
I adore knife play, there is something intensely erotic to me about the feel of cold steel. So hard and sharp, unforgiving. I get creamy just thinking about it.
I am laying in bed at this moment running the edge of it over my skin and getting very aroused. It is quite sharp, although I believe it should be sharper. The actual blade is black so only the edge and point shine in glow of the monitor. The point is very nice... I touch it to my nipple and sigh softly. Delicious, and the memories it brings up are bright and startling.
It has been months since my knife scene at a local club and I think I need to repeat it again soon. I found the bits of my clothing in my closet the other day. I keep them and when I need a rush I open the bag and run the pieces through my hands. The rope collar is visible from where I am laying. I pick it up often to feel the prickly and stiff work rope and steel clasp.
Sharp pointy things excite me.
I have a strong desire to drip wax on a body and then use my blade to scrape it off their skin. I want to glide the sharp edge over their skin and watch the reactions. Hmm perhaps I should erect a sign up sheet.
I want to share the joy.
Thank you to everyone who contributed to making my birthday a happy one. My last year has been amazing and wonderful and I can only believe this one will be even more incredible. The list of events I attend has grown over the last year and I have found a few private spaces that I enjoy playing in and one public space.
See you around.
Monday, October 12, 2009
Monday, October 5, 2009
Glittering Star
This is for a certain star that wandered my way one day and was kind enough to shed his glittering light into a darkness I was feeling. Thank you, I hope you always know how much I appreciate your friendship.
We had met previously at several very public events, munches mostly. I knew his reputation definitely preceeded him and that he was highly respected. He knew I had not scened in a year and a half, I was nervous, and I was in nearly dire need of pain stimulus. I had a chaperone accompany me to his place to scene, she was someone I trusted (and still do explicitly).
We negotiated, I expressed my concerns as I had not scened in so very long. My thoughts were that I would top out quickly and that my pain tolerance would be very low. We looked over his floggers, he asked my preferences, a pair of new vampire gloves he had made became part of the scene. Wartenburg wheel which was one of my favorites. A few crops, I declined needles, and declined on the canes.
We were ready and I still had my clothing on... he looked at me expectantly, I shivered, this was all so new after being a slave. I disrobed, thinking that I better move it before he decides he doesn't want to play.
His spanking bench was set up in the middle of the room and I turned and bent over it. I could feel his hands slide over my skin, I was warm but felt so cold inside. Fear was cresting like waves inside me, beating against the inside of my skin. I gripped the bench and he started to spank me with his bare hands. I was fairly silent, and very still, absorbing the pain and allowing it the resonate inside me like nearly forgotten music. My skin felt warm and tingly and I could feel myself beginning to reach into his swing. Asking for more, craving everything he could give me.
I felt the leather falls carress over my ass, he trailed them up and down my back. I trembled in anticipation. I had told him I wanted thud, and I knew he was about to give it to me. Shifting my weight slightly I bent forward and rested on my elbows. The strokes began.
Hard, slow beats of the flogger against my ass.. I was enchanted with the rhythm, with the way he varied the tempo and intensity. I relaxed and let go of my fear and opened myself up to the glorious sensations. I was drifting, the thud, THUD of his flogger lulling me. Trance like I move back so I am resting on my hands, and he begins beating my back. It is unlike anything I have felt before, I am perfectly still and I must be nearly silent, I am internalizing all of this pain and feeling his energy flow down through the falls of the flogger and into me. It is a slow burn that grows in it's intensity as he thuds harder and harder into me.
He switched to a bunny fur flogger, rubbing it over my reddened and swollen skin. I am rocking my hips and swaying and moaning softly. The cool fur feels so good against my back and bum. Then I feel a WHUMP as he hits me with it, still soft but with a definite thud. I like this and say green, he hits me with it several more times and I feel the tension start leaving my body. I start shedding the last of the restraints that were left from Master.
His heavy flogger is back in his hands and he is striking me harder and faster. I am gasping and arching my back, wanting more.. oh please I need so much more. He is talented with his flogger and I feel like a puppet on a string. It is good we negotiated before hand, and good I brought a chaperone. I am utterly defenseless against his assault, and I have no desire for anything but the continuing fall of those wicked thumping leather strips against my sensitive skin.
He trades the flogger back to the bunny flogger, rubbing me with it as he asks if I am ok, I respond yes and nod. He asks if I want to continue and I say yes. I hear his soft chuckle and the bunny is removed from my burning hot skin.
He replaces it with a crop. This is cruel I think and tears smart as I squirm a bit and lean forward on my elbows to hold myself still. His crop is between my legs and swatting my inner thighs, it is to much and I call "YELLOW" He stops immediately. His hand is on the small of my back, he has dropped the crop. He brushes the hair out of my face and looks in my eyes. I am panting, "please not there, please not the crop inside my thighs" His response is OK. His hands are rubbing my flaming skin. He gives me a few minutes to gather myself and I take several deep breathes and nod my head that I am ready to continue.
He picks up the crop and taps me on my butt with it a few times, assuring himself and me that I am ok. Then he starts making welts on my ass and the back of my thighs. I am crying out with every strike now and the pain is sudden and sharp, orgasmic in its release. I am flying higher than ever and I am still feeling his control over the entire scene. Confident now that my needs will be respected I shudder as I release all the pent up fear and soften into a deep submissive state.
His flogger is back again, has he switched to a heavier one? It feels like an even deeper thud and I am utterly mindless as his attack on my back and bottom continues.
He flogged and cropped and spanked me for over two and a half hours on my back. Then he wrapped me in a blanket and had me sit on the spanking bench and sip water. I relaxed and drifted and felt my attention wander for a moment.. the water felt so nice and cool trickling down my throat, my ass and back were on fire and it felt like maybe the water was pouring down the inside of me when it should be on the outside.
That was when he picked up the wartenburg wheel. I set the empty glass aside as he approached me with a sly smile on his face. "Didn't you say that you liked this little toy." Mute with eager anticipation I let the blanket fall open at my chest and lean back thrusting my breasts towards him. He responds by rolling the wheel across my nipple and I gasp and close my eyes. Delicious sharp edge of pain, so cruel and so very neccessary to my being. I soak it up as he drags the pointy wheel over my boobs, poking in a pattern only he can discern. I am shuddering and gasping and begging him with every cell in my body for more.
He is laughing at my response and I can do nothing to hide it. I am defenseless again and vulnerable, and I feel infinitly safe. He stops and puts on a vampire glove. I am shaking uncontrollably in desire. He starts by gripping my shoulder in that wicked grasp, points digging into my skin. I am transported to another place, and this begins my love of vampire gloves.
The next hour is spent scratching and poking and tormenting my breasts, tummy, tops of my thighs, and all my front bits. The wheel, the gloves, and a crop that is expertly wielded.
The scene slows and ends, I sit wrapped in the blanket and he is kneeling in front of me and I am hugging him. I am so glad I followed my instincts and allowed this scene to take place.
Blissed out I slowly dress and then sit on the couch between him and my chaperone. Warmth and comfort surrounds me, I am pleasantly achy and stretch my legs out, flexing different muscles as I slowly drift back to earth. The room is filled with soft conversation and I am lulled.
Just a small note, this was likely the longest scene I have personally bottomed in and I still had marks 3 weeks later. I enjoyed every moment, even when I yellowed I enjoyed the response, and that I was confident to continue the scene.
We had met previously at several very public events, munches mostly. I knew his reputation definitely preceeded him and that he was highly respected. He knew I had not scened in a year and a half, I was nervous, and I was in nearly dire need of pain stimulus. I had a chaperone accompany me to his place to scene, she was someone I trusted (and still do explicitly).
We negotiated, I expressed my concerns as I had not scened in so very long. My thoughts were that I would top out quickly and that my pain tolerance would be very low. We looked over his floggers, he asked my preferences, a pair of new vampire gloves he had made became part of the scene. Wartenburg wheel which was one of my favorites. A few crops, I declined needles, and declined on the canes.
We were ready and I still had my clothing on... he looked at me expectantly, I shivered, this was all so new after being a slave. I disrobed, thinking that I better move it before he decides he doesn't want to play.
His spanking bench was set up in the middle of the room and I turned and bent over it. I could feel his hands slide over my skin, I was warm but felt so cold inside. Fear was cresting like waves inside me, beating against the inside of my skin. I gripped the bench and he started to spank me with his bare hands. I was fairly silent, and very still, absorbing the pain and allowing it the resonate inside me like nearly forgotten music. My skin felt warm and tingly and I could feel myself beginning to reach into his swing. Asking for more, craving everything he could give me.
I felt the leather falls carress over my ass, he trailed them up and down my back. I trembled in anticipation. I had told him I wanted thud, and I knew he was about to give it to me. Shifting my weight slightly I bent forward and rested on my elbows. The strokes began.
Hard, slow beats of the flogger against my ass.. I was enchanted with the rhythm, with the way he varied the tempo and intensity. I relaxed and let go of my fear and opened myself up to the glorious sensations. I was drifting, the thud, THUD of his flogger lulling me. Trance like I move back so I am resting on my hands, and he begins beating my back. It is unlike anything I have felt before, I am perfectly still and I must be nearly silent, I am internalizing all of this pain and feeling his energy flow down through the falls of the flogger and into me. It is a slow burn that grows in it's intensity as he thuds harder and harder into me.
He switched to a bunny fur flogger, rubbing it over my reddened and swollen skin. I am rocking my hips and swaying and moaning softly. The cool fur feels so good against my back and bum. Then I feel a WHUMP as he hits me with it, still soft but with a definite thud. I like this and say green, he hits me with it several more times and I feel the tension start leaving my body. I start shedding the last of the restraints that were left from Master.
His heavy flogger is back in his hands and he is striking me harder and faster. I am gasping and arching my back, wanting more.. oh please I need so much more. He is talented with his flogger and I feel like a puppet on a string. It is good we negotiated before hand, and good I brought a chaperone. I am utterly defenseless against his assault, and I have no desire for anything but the continuing fall of those wicked thumping leather strips against my sensitive skin.
He trades the flogger back to the bunny flogger, rubbing me with it as he asks if I am ok, I respond yes and nod. He asks if I want to continue and I say yes. I hear his soft chuckle and the bunny is removed from my burning hot skin.
He replaces it with a crop. This is cruel I think and tears smart as I squirm a bit and lean forward on my elbows to hold myself still. His crop is between my legs and swatting my inner thighs, it is to much and I call "YELLOW" He stops immediately. His hand is on the small of my back, he has dropped the crop. He brushes the hair out of my face and looks in my eyes. I am panting, "please not there, please not the crop inside my thighs" His response is OK. His hands are rubbing my flaming skin. He gives me a few minutes to gather myself and I take several deep breathes and nod my head that I am ready to continue.
He picks up the crop and taps me on my butt with it a few times, assuring himself and me that I am ok. Then he starts making welts on my ass and the back of my thighs. I am crying out with every strike now and the pain is sudden and sharp, orgasmic in its release. I am flying higher than ever and I am still feeling his control over the entire scene. Confident now that my needs will be respected I shudder as I release all the pent up fear and soften into a deep submissive state.
His flogger is back again, has he switched to a heavier one? It feels like an even deeper thud and I am utterly mindless as his attack on my back and bottom continues.
He flogged and cropped and spanked me for over two and a half hours on my back. Then he wrapped me in a blanket and had me sit on the spanking bench and sip water. I relaxed and drifted and felt my attention wander for a moment.. the water felt so nice and cool trickling down my throat, my ass and back were on fire and it felt like maybe the water was pouring down the inside of me when it should be on the outside.
That was when he picked up the wartenburg wheel. I set the empty glass aside as he approached me with a sly smile on his face. "Didn't you say that you liked this little toy." Mute with eager anticipation I let the blanket fall open at my chest and lean back thrusting my breasts towards him. He responds by rolling the wheel across my nipple and I gasp and close my eyes. Delicious sharp edge of pain, so cruel and so very neccessary to my being. I soak it up as he drags the pointy wheel over my boobs, poking in a pattern only he can discern. I am shuddering and gasping and begging him with every cell in my body for more.
He is laughing at my response and I can do nothing to hide it. I am defenseless again and vulnerable, and I feel infinitly safe. He stops and puts on a vampire glove. I am shaking uncontrollably in desire. He starts by gripping my shoulder in that wicked grasp, points digging into my skin. I am transported to another place, and this begins my love of vampire gloves.
The next hour is spent scratching and poking and tormenting my breasts, tummy, tops of my thighs, and all my front bits. The wheel, the gloves, and a crop that is expertly wielded.
The scene slows and ends, I sit wrapped in the blanket and he is kneeling in front of me and I am hugging him. I am so glad I followed my instincts and allowed this scene to take place.
Blissed out I slowly dress and then sit on the couch between him and my chaperone. Warmth and comfort surrounds me, I am pleasantly achy and stretch my legs out, flexing different muscles as I slowly drift back to earth. The room is filled with soft conversation and I am lulled.
Just a small note, this was likely the longest scene I have personally bottomed in and I still had marks 3 weeks later. I enjoyed every moment, even when I yellowed I enjoyed the response, and that I was confident to continue the scene.
Sunday, October 4, 2009
Sore Butt
Last night I was spanked twice.
First time being spanked I was partially encased in pallet wrap with another girl. We were facing each other, boobs squished in together, pussy's rubbing together. It was hot and sexy and the gorgeous woman who had us stuck together was smacking our asses alternately with paddle and crop.
Being the sadistic switch I am, everytime gorgeous would spank me I would giggle maniacally and swat my fellow captive on the butt. Of course I was in the perfect position to do so! She in turn would squirm and laugh because I was laughing and this would make our pussys slide against each other. We were all laughing and having a great time.
We ended up tumbled together and getting each other off while licking and biting each others nipples, all the while our orchestrating Top fingered and rubbed our pussy's.
It was a delicious squirmy wiggling fun time.
The next spanking was solo and much harder and more intense.
Same Top, (I think I am in lust) and same position (arms extended over my head.) This time I am in a pair of very nice soft, fabric cuffs and hooked to the suspension hook of an A frame. Balancing on the balls of my feet and awaiting the strikes to start. Same tools are shown to me and I am ready.
She starts hitting my ass with the crop and I start dancing and laughing. I simply can not help it.. I ooo and ahh and sway as she rubs the spots she hit and then starts striking again and I abandon myself to endorphines and laughter.
She asks if it is to much and I say noooooooo more (meaning omg please hit me again!). She laughs and comments that I am fun to play with and I am delighted to hear she is enjoying this as much as I am.
She switches to the paddle and I am squealing and laughing and squirming and dancing and thanking the goddess for granting me flexibility (think back bowed and twisting). I know there are people around me watching and laughing and commenting and it only serves to push me further into my headspace.
This is one of my birthday spankings, we didn't count and I didn't expect to be able to count. I am so pleased with how it all went down... even if today my butt is tender. As I sit here and type the memories flood back and my senses reel in the sweet glory of her attention.
Thank you for the sweet gift.
First time being spanked I was partially encased in pallet wrap with another girl. We were facing each other, boobs squished in together, pussy's rubbing together. It was hot and sexy and the gorgeous woman who had us stuck together was smacking our asses alternately with paddle and crop.
Being the sadistic switch I am, everytime gorgeous would spank me I would giggle maniacally and swat my fellow captive on the butt. Of course I was in the perfect position to do so! She in turn would squirm and laugh because I was laughing and this would make our pussys slide against each other. We were all laughing and having a great time.
We ended up tumbled together and getting each other off while licking and biting each others nipples, all the while our orchestrating Top fingered and rubbed our pussy's.
It was a delicious squirmy wiggling fun time.
The next spanking was solo and much harder and more intense.
Same Top, (I think I am in lust) and same position (arms extended over my head.) This time I am in a pair of very nice soft, fabric cuffs and hooked to the suspension hook of an A frame. Balancing on the balls of my feet and awaiting the strikes to start. Same tools are shown to me and I am ready.
She starts hitting my ass with the crop and I start dancing and laughing. I simply can not help it.. I ooo and ahh and sway as she rubs the spots she hit and then starts striking again and I abandon myself to endorphines and laughter.
She asks if it is to much and I say noooooooo more (meaning omg please hit me again!). She laughs and comments that I am fun to play with and I am delighted to hear she is enjoying this as much as I am.
She switches to the paddle and I am squealing and laughing and squirming and dancing and thanking the goddess for granting me flexibility (think back bowed and twisting). I know there are people around me watching and laughing and commenting and it only serves to push me further into my headspace.
This is one of my birthday spankings, we didn't count and I didn't expect to be able to count. I am so pleased with how it all went down... even if today my butt is tender. As I sit here and type the memories flood back and my senses reel in the sweet glory of her attention.
Thank you for the sweet gift.
Ganged up on
There is something to be said for coercing a willing victim!
The beautiful woman was putting on her shirt again, I had scened with her twice already and the first time it was her idea, the second time I practically begging her to take her clothes off and spank me. She was willing thank goodness heh.
I was sitting recovering from said spanking when she put her shirt on. The girls around me seemed as distressed as I was by this event.
Together we convinced her to take her shirt off and join us in semi-private for a three against one, girl sex session. I am sure you can imagine how difficult it was to persuade her. Lube toys and gloves were grabbed, and soon we were ready for her.
She was laying naked in the middle with one of us on either side licking, sucking and biting her sexy breasts and nipples. A third girl was between her legs, licking her clit and fingering her. Out came a vibrating bullet and that got rubbed first on her nipple and then on her clit. She was so hot and we all commented on how sexy she was.
We rotated around, taking turns sliding fingers into the sexy woman's juicy pussy. A bottle of lube was being used liberally and we were all intent on pleasing this woman that had done so much that night to please me. My fingers buried in her, first one, then two, then three. I could have probably fisted her, my hands are small but she had stated that she didn't want anything huge. It was so yummy to have her grinding and humping into my fingers, her moans were coming faster. She would giggle every so often and we were all getting steamy hot pleasuring her.
Her orgasms came hard, and after the first one she begged us to stop but we just couldn't, we needed more from her and we could tell she had more. I looked at my co-conspirators and kept thinking "dayam I love my life" the bullet in my hand, I watched the girl across from me pull the clit hood back on the girl we were gleefully attacking. I touched it to her bared clitoris and watched her squirm and writhe and moan. So hot and sexy, I rubbed the bullet over the tip of her clit while one girl fucked her with a vibe and the other stroked the shaft of her clit. We pinched her nipples and watched as she flushed bright red and started shaking in throes of orgasm.
After we all cuddled and chatted and touched her gently, bringing her back down gently.
The only thing left to say is mmmmmmm teamwork rocks!
The beautiful woman was putting on her shirt again, I had scened with her twice already and the first time it was her idea, the second time I practically begging her to take her clothes off and spank me. She was willing thank goodness heh.
I was sitting recovering from said spanking when she put her shirt on. The girls around me seemed as distressed as I was by this event.
Together we convinced her to take her shirt off and join us in semi-private for a three against one, girl sex session. I am sure you can imagine how difficult it was to persuade her. Lube toys and gloves were grabbed, and soon we were ready for her.
She was laying naked in the middle with one of us on either side licking, sucking and biting her sexy breasts and nipples. A third girl was between her legs, licking her clit and fingering her. Out came a vibrating bullet and that got rubbed first on her nipple and then on her clit. She was so hot and we all commented on how sexy she was.
We rotated around, taking turns sliding fingers into the sexy woman's juicy pussy. A bottle of lube was being used liberally and we were all intent on pleasing this woman that had done so much that night to please me. My fingers buried in her, first one, then two, then three. I could have probably fisted her, my hands are small but she had stated that she didn't want anything huge. It was so yummy to have her grinding and humping into my fingers, her moans were coming faster. She would giggle every so often and we were all getting steamy hot pleasuring her.
Her orgasms came hard, and after the first one she begged us to stop but we just couldn't, we needed more from her and we could tell she had more. I looked at my co-conspirators and kept thinking "dayam I love my life" the bullet in my hand, I watched the girl across from me pull the clit hood back on the girl we were gleefully attacking. I touched it to her bared clitoris and watched her squirm and writhe and moan. So hot and sexy, I rubbed the bullet over the tip of her clit while one girl fucked her with a vibe and the other stroked the shaft of her clit. We pinched her nipples and watched as she flushed bright red and started shaking in throes of orgasm.
After we all cuddled and chatted and touched her gently, bringing her back down gently.
The only thing left to say is mmmmmmm teamwork rocks!
Anytime this month works :)
I am re-posting my list as the last one got a bit buried. So far I have been delighted to receive several of my wishes and these are the types of gifts that a girl can never have enough of :) I am of course open to receiing gifts that aren't on my list as well LOL. Please remember everything I do requires consent, if you don't know what that means or how to get it, just ask me, I am happy to explain.
My Birthday Wishlist
One spanking (if I miss count will you start over please)
One fist inserted in my pussy until I orgasm like a crazy woman.
Sexy kisses with a pretty girl (you know who you are)
Nipple nibbles!
A good flogging (someday I will have my own flogger)
A wartenburg wheel! (I covet my neighbour's wheel! Please help me stop sinning*snickering*)
My hair pulled until I am gasping for release.
Marks! (I always wanted good marks in school)
A use for my pretty purple vetwrap.
A boy to tie up and tease for a few hours. (hmm this might "tie" in with the wish above)
A shopping trip for sexy lingerie with sexy friends! (whether we buy anything or not I just wanna goooooo)
A massage.
A foot rub.
Someone to shop for a strap-on with me (I have a whole big fantasy in my head around that one too)
Oooo and I want to go watch strippers, male or female doesn't matter, I have never been and want to go so badly! (private strip teases are welcome!)
My Birthday Wishlist
One spanking (if I miss count will you start over please)
One fist inserted in my pussy until I orgasm like a crazy woman.
Sexy kisses with a pretty girl (you know who you are)
Nipple nibbles!
A good flogging (someday I will have my own flogger)
A wartenburg wheel! (I covet my neighbour's wheel! Please help me stop sinning*snickering*)
My hair pulled until I am gasping for release.
Marks! (I always wanted good marks in school)
A use for my pretty purple vetwrap.
A boy to tie up and tease for a few hours. (hmm this might "tie" in with the wish above)
A shopping trip for sexy lingerie with sexy friends! (whether we buy anything or not I just wanna goooooo)
A massage.
A foot rub.
Someone to shop for a strap-on with me (I have a whole big fantasy in my head around that one too)
Oooo and I want to go watch strippers, male or female doesn't matter, I have never been and want to go so badly! (private strip teases are welcome!)
Thursday, October 1, 2009
Autumn is lovely!
Fall is forever my favorite season. Even though I adore sunshine, and I thing summer is a great time to be hot and go to the beach in barely there clothing. Autumn is truly my season. Why? I like the colours of the leaves as they turn, I like fog, I like thanksgiving, I like Halloween. And most importantly its my birthday! There is one more reason I love fall... I can hide the marks better.
I have this great friend I scene with who has a knack for leaving marks in very precise places. During the summer I showed up in a sundress and advised him he could mark me everywhere the fabric covered. I was delighted when I put my dress back on after our playtime and the marks were all perfectly concealed. Yea!
Now it is long sleeved season and I am free to be marked in the most delicious ways. OOOooOO I can hardly wait!
I have this great friend I scene with who has a knack for leaving marks in very precise places. During the summer I showed up in a sundress and advised him he could mark me everywhere the fabric covered. I was delighted when I put my dress back on after our playtime and the marks were all perfectly concealed. Yea!
Now it is long sleeved season and I am free to be marked in the most delicious ways. OOOooOO I can hardly wait!
Happy Hump Day
Hello all my fellow horny hump day lovers. What a glorious day for sex and shinanigans of the come fuck me nature.
Unfortunately I have injured myself and am on a small hiatus from humping. It is to cruel too imagine restricting myself to only toys and my imagination.. but it shall have to do for the moment. Besides, my weekend is looking to shape up into something lucious and sexually licentious.
This post is a day late due to technical problems (my laptop needs a new wireless card)
Unfortunately I have injured myself and am on a small hiatus from humping. It is to cruel too imagine restricting myself to only toys and my imagination.. but it shall have to do for the moment. Besides, my weekend is looking to shape up into something lucious and sexually licentious.
This post is a day late due to technical problems (my laptop needs a new wireless card)
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