So I walk in to my boy's apartment and I see him and another close male friend along with 2 girls I know all getting drunk. Cloths were about to fly any minute and I rub my palms together and exclaim "I can do this!" That's how it all started.
I had been in a similar situation in this same apartment. So I wasn't surprised in the least. I strolled in and sat down on the couch. I wasted no time working my magic on one of the girls. She had a slim little black dress on, that zipped down the back. I started rubbing her shoulders I worked my way down that zipper. She giggled uncomfortably, but didn't make any attempt to escape my wondering hands. I easily unhooked her bra and worked my way to her front. By the time I got her undressed she was lying on the bed. Nipples pointing skyward on a pair of perfectly firm and nicely full tits. They were perfect on her not too slim frame. I had to taste and while I worked one with my mouth and the other with a hand, one of the boys slipped in between her legs. He has an amazing tongue and she started to respond to it quickly. I planted kisses across her neck as I moved to the other side. My friend came up from between her thighs to the nipple I had just left. She moaned deeply. My turn to taste her nectar. I licked down her little belly and nibbled both thighs, before addressing her need. She was already gasping and her heart was beating like a race horse. I just flicked her clit with my tongue and she jumped. I blew into her now bright pick crevice. I licked up from just the start up to her clit again. I played there for a while, caressing that bead of pleasure with my tongue. Her thighs where now tightly attached to my ears. She stoked my hair with appreciation, not being able to speak. I shimmied out of my pants and my panties were stuck to me, soaked in my own juices.
My ass ends up straight up in the air after stripping down. Mouth still glued to her cunt. One of the boys sees his opportunity and takes it. All of a sudden I'm full of his cock and can't help but gasp into her pussy. I try to keep going down on her, but can no longer focus and just give into his unbalancing thrusts. He grabs a nipple in each hand and twists. I feel it strike like lightning from my tits straight into my clit and I shudder beneath him. He leaves me gasping for air in a heap on the bed. I quickly compose myself and move off the bed. He is already balls inside my friend. I move over to the other couple now on the floor. The other boy already has her undressed to her bra and is sucking on her clit. I smile and peck her on the lips on my way to suck on her tit. He is already finger fucking her when she looks up and sees it's me. She makes a comment that I still have my top on and I rebuttal with a trade, my top for her bra. She wiggles to her feet at this proposition. She has the cutest perky little tits that she is super self conscious about. As I take off her bra she cups both boobs with her hands. As she tried to hide her breasts she just ended up sticking out her voluptuous ass. So I started to caress her favorite curve. This broke her back out of her shell in no time. Before I knew it she was back on the bed with one of the boys pounding her deeply. I have a vivid image in my mind of her ankles on his shoulders being pounded into, her speechless with pleasure.
The night came to a close with me, her and the guy that had just pounded her all cuddled up in bed. And the other couple passed out in each others arms. I was the first one to rise the next morning. I ended walking home in one of the boy's boots to pick up breakfast stuff. By the time I got back one of the girls had already disappeared, but I woke the rest with breakfast. It is still something the other women can't believe happened. For the boys it was another notch, and for me not a surprise, but definitely a night to remember.
Wednesday, June 8, 2011
Tuesday, June 7, 2011
A Good Try at Hummiliation
He came to my place straight from an interview. I had the usual instructions, no underwear, skirt, nice and trimmed. I got to see him clean shaven, a rare occasion. He was wearing a suit, and didn't even bother getting out of his car. He had me come to his window and lean in toward him. He immediately got out his new clover clamps and put one on each nipple. He tucked my tits back away. I got in the passenger seat in a whirlwind. He adjusted the chain so it was accessible and started to tell me about his interview. Every time it was my turn to talk I got the chain pulled a little. The way the clamps fell into my bra, my piercings went perpendicular to the foam. Which did wonders for the predicament.
The plan was to get lunch at a cafe on Telegraph. We rode to the top of a near by parking structure. We found a little privacy out in the sun on the roof. Before I was allowed out of the car I had to hang out my window , ass up in the air toward him. He shoved a butt plug up my ass. I had forgotten to lubricate, luckily he let it slide. Promising punishment next time. He had me stay where I was and took out his camera. A bright pink digital thing. He moved me to where he wanted me to pose using the chain hanging from my bra. He had my tits hanging out of the window with my whole upper body, gravity taking effect to further tighten the clamps. He snapped a few of me trying to blink back tears and smile for him. As he put my tits back I pleaded to have the clamps taken off. He gave me an ultimatum, pull them off now by the chain or wait till the restaurant and get them taken off for me. I opted to wait, they where already so tight and there was no way I was ripping them off! While waiting for the elevator, he made shore my plug wasn't going anywhere, and had me suck him a little. As we walked to the restaurant I commented that he just had to take me to that specific area. Just to make sore there was the most people out that I could know.
We stood in line and I worked on clearing my head enough to order. He had me sit down and brought me my food. We sat as close to the window as possible and he positioned me pussy in plain sight. Legs wide and skirt hiked up. Before we dug in, he took off the clamps. Nobody even batted an eye. He looked enough like just another suit, that we were able to get away with murder. We talked about body types and an ex of his over lunch. How our heads both turned to follow a hot chick and how much fun it would be to go 'fishing' together. As he showed off my cunt more and more to the window, I didn't blush or anything. I did try to catch my breath unsuccessfully though.
After lunch we drove into Tilden and found an empty parking lot. He changed my plug in the car and got me out. He tryed bending me over his trunk, but me being too short and to open the trunk. He penetrated me, feeling the plug still inside me, and pounded me till I came. I had dug my face deep into the blankets in his trunk at that point. He stood me up and pushed me onto my knees. I deep throated him till he exploded all over my face and tits. As we were getting dressed again, and he finished changing another car pulled up. We decided to walk down the trail. Me floating on air. We found a park bench and I got a good spanking. I love his big hands. That man doesn't need a paddle. He cleaned off the now flaky cum and we went further exploring. We ended up at the little farm. I had never been before. I walked on air around, shooting the shit and talking about when he had taken his girlfriend there.
The plan was to get lunch at a cafe on Telegraph. We rode to the top of a near by parking structure. We found a little privacy out in the sun on the roof. Before I was allowed out of the car I had to hang out my window , ass up in the air toward him. He shoved a butt plug up my ass. I had forgotten to lubricate, luckily he let it slide. Promising punishment next time. He had me stay where I was and took out his camera. A bright pink digital thing. He moved me to where he wanted me to pose using the chain hanging from my bra. He had my tits hanging out of the window with my whole upper body, gravity taking effect to further tighten the clamps. He snapped a few of me trying to blink back tears and smile for him. As he put my tits back I pleaded to have the clamps taken off. He gave me an ultimatum, pull them off now by the chain or wait till the restaurant and get them taken off for me. I opted to wait, they where already so tight and there was no way I was ripping them off! While waiting for the elevator, he made shore my plug wasn't going anywhere, and had me suck him a little. As we walked to the restaurant I commented that he just had to take me to that specific area. Just to make sore there was the most people out that I could know.
We stood in line and I worked on clearing my head enough to order. He had me sit down and brought me my food. We sat as close to the window as possible and he positioned me pussy in plain sight. Legs wide and skirt hiked up. Before we dug in, he took off the clamps. Nobody even batted an eye. He looked enough like just another suit, that we were able to get away with murder. We talked about body types and an ex of his over lunch. How our heads both turned to follow a hot chick and how much fun it would be to go 'fishing' together. As he showed off my cunt more and more to the window, I didn't blush or anything. I did try to catch my breath unsuccessfully though.
After lunch we drove into Tilden and found an empty parking lot. He changed my plug in the car and got me out. He tryed bending me over his trunk, but me being too short and to open the trunk. He penetrated me, feeling the plug still inside me, and pounded me till I came. I had dug my face deep into the blankets in his trunk at that point. He stood me up and pushed me onto my knees. I deep throated him till he exploded all over my face and tits. As we were getting dressed again, and he finished changing another car pulled up. We decided to walk down the trail. Me floating on air. We found a park bench and I got a good spanking. I love his big hands. That man doesn't need a paddle. He cleaned off the now flaky cum and we went further exploring. We ended up at the little farm. I had never been before. I walked on air around, shooting the shit and talking about when he had taken his girlfriend there.
Sunday, June 5, 2011
My Trail to Top
So I'm an Aries, I'll start there. I'm the first one in bed to be 'fuck it, let's fuck'. Or the one that knows how to divide and conquer. So I tended toward the opposite of all that pushiness
and loved when someone else was completely in control. But my top side was always in there.
and loved when someone else was completely in control. But my top side was always in there.
It's quite evident in my reactions to certain sexual activities. I've always hated being distracted when giving oral, I get off purely by getting my partner off and I love getting people all hot and bothered and then leaving. Soliciting a reaction is the goal, being in control of some one's mind and toying with them. My tops and doms seem to have the same goal. If I'm not giving the proper response, punishment gets tougher.
So the more I practise doing to others what I love done to me the more i find that fire i love to illicit in my partners. That "yes i have the power" feeling and mine goes a little deeper into "and i know how good that must feel". I've been told it's like a fire in my eyes.
I'm still timid, but I'm learning and training, and I know it's there. I'm getting more confident in myself everyday.
I proved it to myself, when I put two friends in rope harnesses and made one get on their knees for me. Without saying a word mind you and present me my chip. All in front of a boisterous crowd of over a hundred. I'm still growing and I can't wait to see what I'm able to become.e
Saturday, June 4, 2011
My First Top
He was a hairy hippie guy. I messaged him on my favorite online dating site and we had struck up a conversation quickly. He brought up the movie Secretary fairly quickly and having never seen it, I had no idea what he was referencing. We met up for a couple of hours between my classes and walked around Berkeley talking about random shit. He brought back up Secretary and explained the reference this time. He went on to voice his frustration of the San Fransisco Community. He had created a group that was anarchist kinky people that had since fizzled out. I was instantly intrigued. He was my type, big bear hippy and into stuff I had only dreamed about. My mistress has since told me that even years before I had come into the scene officially, I exuded kinkiness. Much like a closeted queer person can be sniffed out with the right gaydar. I was spotted by her years earlier after a dyke march and now by him. He dropped me back off at class after a date at his place later that week.
I got to his place and got a shaky back message. I could feel he was restraining something and it scared and excited me to no end. We talked about spankings and other off handed stuff. This was my first negotiation. On a quick drive we went through where our kinks came from. Why I always wanted to submit and why he wanted to dominate. We had shared pasts in some dramatic ways. I learned more about where he grew up and what brought him to California.
He finally played with me. First he stood me up and grasped me in his way, making it clear that I was safe and that he was in control. He would do this every time we played, once before and once after, and even though I was right at chest level I never heard his heart beat fasten. It was always steady and in control, much like he was. He sat back down and had me lay over his knee. Ass in the perfect place for his right hand. He gave me the best spanking. Rhythmic and even. Heavy but still with some surprises. He brought me to the pain orgasm I knew was possible, but had never experienced before. I slowly meandered down the mountain of my explosion. As I layed in his lap, I was held by one strong arm and caressed by the other. I hid my face, having had tears of the release form in my eyes. He ran his fingers over my now bright red bottom and let me swim in my own world.
I finally got up and he was tickled by my squirms of trying to find a less stingy way to sit. I got to my feet at last and took a big step down from the clouds over a cigarette. Before I left I was given a homework assignment. Research 'subspace' because I didn't formally know about it, but knew the feeling. I left to go home in a dream.
That week every time I readjusted my jeans remembering his hand. Smiling to myself and going about my business, knowing there was only more to come.
I got to his place and got a shaky back message. I could feel he was restraining something and it scared and excited me to no end. We talked about spankings and other off handed stuff. This was my first negotiation. On a quick drive we went through where our kinks came from. Why I always wanted to submit and why he wanted to dominate. We had shared pasts in some dramatic ways. I learned more about where he grew up and what brought him to California.
He finally played with me. First he stood me up and grasped me in his way, making it clear that I was safe and that he was in control. He would do this every time we played, once before and once after, and even though I was right at chest level I never heard his heart beat fasten. It was always steady and in control, much like he was. He sat back down and had me lay over his knee. Ass in the perfect place for his right hand. He gave me the best spanking. Rhythmic and even. Heavy but still with some surprises. He brought me to the pain orgasm I knew was possible, but had never experienced before. I slowly meandered down the mountain of my explosion. As I layed in his lap, I was held by one strong arm and caressed by the other. I hid my face, having had tears of the release form in my eyes. He ran his fingers over my now bright red bottom and let me swim in my own world.
I finally got up and he was tickled by my squirms of trying to find a less stingy way to sit. I got to my feet at last and took a big step down from the clouds over a cigarette. Before I left I was given a homework assignment. Research 'subspace' because I didn't formally know about it, but knew the feeling. I left to go home in a dream.
That week every time I readjusted my jeans remembering his hand. Smiling to myself and going about my business, knowing there was only more to come.
Wednesday, June 1, 2011
St Patrick's Day
This arbitrary holiday just so happens to be the weekend before my birthday every year. So even though I'm not Irish in the least, I love to celebrate. In my drinking days it was an excuse to get fucked up, but so was Tuesday. And today I love dressing in green, my favorite color, and watching and laughing at good friends getting themselves shit faced. This year it was just a little bit different.
I started early that day and headed over to my tops house, I hadn't seen him in over a month and come to think of it, haven't seen him since. I brought up that it was my birthday and would appreciate my present early. He happily obliged. Started out with the ritualistic squeeze to his chest both from the front and from the back. A way to instill confidence. And bent me over setting my hands on the same spot on the couch as always. The 'hug' is as much warm up as I ever got from him, witch I don't mind. He alternated with a large paddle and a cane. Playing with my emotions as he never stayed on a rhythm and loved long pauses. My heart raced as he slowly ran the paddle up and down my ass. Or had the rattan run back and forth over my thighs. He put me over his knee and picked up a random piece of wood that was ruler like and used that. I love his big hands and how even he is with his spankings. Nothing feels more stingy or left out. He had me get back up several times rotating his utensil. I had just gotten my flogger in the mail and wanted to feel it. It commented on how light it is, but that didn't hinder him at all. He had me stand hands straight up in the air and not only flogged my back, getting a good sting out of the suede, but flogged my tits. Something he traditionally doesn't do, but it was my birthday after all. He pushed me onto the couch. Usually this meant I got to feel the my bruised butt. This time I got to spread my legs as far apart as I could and feel my flogger in places I always wanted him to touch. As he switched back and forth between my flogger and the wooden piece my ankles ended up besides my butt on the couch. Shedding a few distinct tears I looked up to finally see his sadistic side in his eyes. Something he had kept under control and hidden for months. It was amazing and I left after 3 hours only to sit awkwardly on the bus.
I went to pick up a friend that was freaking out about a STD she had just discovered. I got her back to her place and got a beer or two into her, just enough that I could get her pants off and with the help of the Internet play doctor. Sure enough her fears were true and we came up with a quick plan of action. First things first, more alcohol for her and a short, but fun time with her itty bitty flogger. She gasped when I showed her my ass and immediately had to take a picture for me. I was almost as black and blue as I was after my first scene. I ended up showing that picture off for the next week if not longer. She drunkenly did my make up and as long as we where taking pictures of my ass why not take them of my tits too? She compared them too her head and made a face book ID out of one of the shots.
I decided we needed to adventure, besides my friend lived right down the street. We wondered down that way. She crashed out on the couch and wouldn't move. So me and him snuck back to his room and started at it. He gets an instant boner when he sees me. So I jumped on it. I was so hot and bothered from my top earlier and just needed that spot I can never reach itched. He's good for that being a skinny little thing with an amazingly long cock. Sometimes I can't even fit it into me. We went for a quickly and then checked on my friend who had disappeared. She had wondered back to her place. I instinctively dragged him back into his room once finding out she was safe. But was put on hiatus because he had friends coming over, but I should stick around. I played the noddy bar tender. Mixed drinks and rubbed up against him the whole night. I had a blast. As people started to space out or leave I got him into bed again. He was so uncomfortable with the exhibitionism. It was super cute. I changed his mind with not much of a fight. Just got a hold of that nice hard cock with my mouth and all his inhibitions evaporated. First he took me laying down. My back to his, trying to move as little as possible and keep very quiet. Once I convinced him that his friend was truly out cold, he let me ride him. stuffing my own underwear into my mouth to try to muffle my screams. It didn't work for long. As he hit my cervix with his head I shook uncontrollable with explosions all the way down my legs and up through my belly. Every once in a while he would grab a nipple in his mouth and it was over. I was moaning for the whole house to hear. I gushed all over him as he filled his rubber. We melted besides each other, struggling to fill our lungs. It took us maybe 15 min and we decided to put our cloths back on to sleep. We were both all sticky, so a shower was in order. We snuck naked passed his friend on the chair and into the bathroom. Back attached at the mouth, it didn't take us long for me to be sitting on top of him again. A tile floor and cold bath tub wasn't the best place. I got up and was pressed against the counter by him. Once unleashed he can be quite the animal. I'm a little too short and he's just a little too tall for that to work right away. So he lifted me up onto the counter and fucked me against the mirror. It was amazing and a first for me. When I thought I was in the most unattractive position, half curled up and legs askew he exclaimed how gorgeous I was and how lucky he was to be fucking me. This boy worships the ground I walk on. We ended with a quick shower and didn't get back to bed till 6am. Both exhausted we didn't even bother getting dressed and passed out in each other's arms.
It was quite amazing, and it all started with the attitude of 'why not?'
I started early that day and headed over to my tops house, I hadn't seen him in over a month and come to think of it, haven't seen him since. I brought up that it was my birthday and would appreciate my present early. He happily obliged. Started out with the ritualistic squeeze to his chest both from the front and from the back. A way to instill confidence. And bent me over setting my hands on the same spot on the couch as always. The 'hug' is as much warm up as I ever got from him, witch I don't mind. He alternated with a large paddle and a cane. Playing with my emotions as he never stayed on a rhythm and loved long pauses. My heart raced as he slowly ran the paddle up and down my ass. Or had the rattan run back and forth over my thighs. He put me over his knee and picked up a random piece of wood that was ruler like and used that. I love his big hands and how even he is with his spankings. Nothing feels more stingy or left out. He had me get back up several times rotating his utensil. I had just gotten my flogger in the mail and wanted to feel it. It commented on how light it is, but that didn't hinder him at all. He had me stand hands straight up in the air and not only flogged my back, getting a good sting out of the suede, but flogged my tits. Something he traditionally doesn't do, but it was my birthday after all. He pushed me onto the couch. Usually this meant I got to feel the my bruised butt. This time I got to spread my legs as far apart as I could and feel my flogger in places I always wanted him to touch. As he switched back and forth between my flogger and the wooden piece my ankles ended up besides my butt on the couch. Shedding a few distinct tears I looked up to finally see his sadistic side in his eyes. Something he had kept under control and hidden for months. It was amazing and I left after 3 hours only to sit awkwardly on the bus.
I went to pick up a friend that was freaking out about a STD she had just discovered. I got her back to her place and got a beer or two into her, just enough that I could get her pants off and with the help of the Internet play doctor. Sure enough her fears were true and we came up with a quick plan of action. First things first, more alcohol for her and a short, but fun time with her itty bitty flogger. She gasped when I showed her my ass and immediately had to take a picture for me. I was almost as black and blue as I was after my first scene. I ended up showing that picture off for the next week if not longer. She drunkenly did my make up and as long as we where taking pictures of my ass why not take them of my tits too? She compared them too her head and made a face book ID out of one of the shots.
I decided we needed to adventure, besides my friend lived right down the street. We wondered down that way. She crashed out on the couch and wouldn't move. So me and him snuck back to his room and started at it. He gets an instant boner when he sees me. So I jumped on it. I was so hot and bothered from my top earlier and just needed that spot I can never reach itched. He's good for that being a skinny little thing with an amazingly long cock. Sometimes I can't even fit it into me. We went for a quickly and then checked on my friend who had disappeared. She had wondered back to her place. I instinctively dragged him back into his room once finding out she was safe. But was put on hiatus because he had friends coming over, but I should stick around. I played the noddy bar tender. Mixed drinks and rubbed up against him the whole night. I had a blast. As people started to space out or leave I got him into bed again. He was so uncomfortable with the exhibitionism. It was super cute. I changed his mind with not much of a fight. Just got a hold of that nice hard cock with my mouth and all his inhibitions evaporated. First he took me laying down. My back to his, trying to move as little as possible and keep very quiet. Once I convinced him that his friend was truly out cold, he let me ride him. stuffing my own underwear into my mouth to try to muffle my screams. It didn't work for long. As he hit my cervix with his head I shook uncontrollable with explosions all the way down my legs and up through my belly. Every once in a while he would grab a nipple in his mouth and it was over. I was moaning for the whole house to hear. I gushed all over him as he filled his rubber. We melted besides each other, struggling to fill our lungs. It took us maybe 15 min and we decided to put our cloths back on to sleep. We were both all sticky, so a shower was in order. We snuck naked passed his friend on the chair and into the bathroom. Back attached at the mouth, it didn't take us long for me to be sitting on top of him again. A tile floor and cold bath tub wasn't the best place. I got up and was pressed against the counter by him. Once unleashed he can be quite the animal. I'm a little too short and he's just a little too tall for that to work right away. So he lifted me up onto the counter and fucked me against the mirror. It was amazing and a first for me. When I thought I was in the most unattractive position, half curled up and legs askew he exclaimed how gorgeous I was and how lucky he was to be fucking me. This boy worships the ground I walk on. We ended with a quick shower and didn't get back to bed till 6am. Both exhausted we didn't even bother getting dressed and passed out in each other's arms.
It was quite amazing, and it all started with the attitude of 'why not?'
Monday, May 30, 2011
My Best Girl Friend
We met on my favorite online dating site, I thought he was cute, and he happened to be online. So we met up for a smoke. He is such a sweetie, we shot the shit for a second and parted ways. He is really cute, and very disarming once he opens him month. He has a super sweet voice.
He brings me a diet coke every time I see him, cause I told him that I would love him forever if he did the first time we met.
He was up on the dating website as bisexual, but confided in me quickly that he had never been with a girl before. I felt that it was my responsibility to teach him. We went to his apartment and I started with my tits. After the initial shock of how huge they are, wore off he went straight to the cat response. Kneading my tits I informed him that they liked to be sucked on, he quickly obliged. I layed back and ended up showing off my cunt. I gave him a quick run down of where my clit was and the yummyness of my crevices. He dived right in, and I guess all the years of sucking dick did something, because he was not half bad.
We seem to hang out allot since then, though we have only had sex a few times. I have blown his mind in my favorite elevator. But we always end up chatting about dates and dicks.
I took him to a party once and got to go through the profiles on the men I had been with in the room. It's nice to have a confidant as such. Allot of my friends seem to be guys so someone else that I can talk both boobs and dick with is a pleasant change of pace. He is my BGF!
Of course he has since been with other women and I am so proud of him. I got to teach him that!
He brings me a diet coke every time I see him, cause I told him that I would love him forever if he did the first time we met.
He was up on the dating website as bisexual, but confided in me quickly that he had never been with a girl before. I felt that it was my responsibility to teach him. We went to his apartment and I started with my tits. After the initial shock of how huge they are, wore off he went straight to the cat response. Kneading my tits I informed him that they liked to be sucked on, he quickly obliged. I layed back and ended up showing off my cunt. I gave him a quick run down of where my clit was and the yummyness of my crevices. He dived right in, and I guess all the years of sucking dick did something, because he was not half bad.
We seem to hang out allot since then, though we have only had sex a few times. I have blown his mind in my favorite elevator. But we always end up chatting about dates and dicks.
I took him to a party once and got to go through the profiles on the men I had been with in the room. It's nice to have a confidant as such. Allot of my friends seem to be guys so someone else that I can talk both boobs and dick with is a pleasant change of pace. He is my BGF!
Of course he has since been with other women and I am so proud of him. I got to teach him that!
A Quick Word on Discretion
This is a topic I've never been good at, but it's come up quite recently with this blog.
I'm quite vocal about it and proud of it, so most I come in contact with where it's appropriate, I have them check out my blog.
The only pit fall here is when I decide to hook up with someone. I hate to be discouraging, and I'm not going to lie. So I'm caught in a quandary. I don't want to hurt someone by putting up a bad review, but some deserve only one star.
Granted I have high standards, and know how to make the other person have a good time a little too well sometimes. So I find I can leave people thinking what they want and not checking their assumptions. So to take them down a notch on my blog is kinda mean. And I might be brutally honest, but over the Internet is a shitty way to find out your not the best in the sack. Especially after your coming off of what you thought was a great night.
I do have to say I love playing with people, so keeping them thinking what they want makes it easier to play with them later on. So I'm resigned not to write about everyone.
So that's my quick word, just another thing on my mind.
I'm quite vocal about it and proud of it, so most I come in contact with where it's appropriate, I have them check out my blog.
The only pit fall here is when I decide to hook up with someone. I hate to be discouraging, and I'm not going to lie. So I'm caught in a quandary. I don't want to hurt someone by putting up a bad review, but some deserve only one star.
Granted I have high standards, and know how to make the other person have a good time a little too well sometimes. So I find I can leave people thinking what they want and not checking their assumptions. So to take them down a notch on my blog is kinda mean. And I might be brutally honest, but over the Internet is a shitty way to find out your not the best in the sack. Especially after your coming off of what you thought was a great night.
I do have to say I love playing with people, so keeping them thinking what they want makes it easier to play with them later on. So I'm resigned not to write about everyone.
So that's my quick word, just another thing on my mind.
Tuesday, May 24, 2011
My Dating Persona
So you are Genghis Khunt: master of man, bringer of pain—riding your way to conquest after conquest.
Your sexual avarice is legendary. You’ve already had an unusually high amount of experience, and, still you look for more. You intimidate many. You make no apologies.
Personality-wise, you’re carefree and relatively easy-going. You don’t plan things out ahead of time; you tend to live in the moment. Of course, this can cause some damage when the moment happens to include a screaming orgasm with his younger brother. Hence the ‘brutal’ tag we’ve given you.
But you know what, take five seconds to lock the doors, and you’ll be fine. There’s nothing wrong with a little sex, or a whole lot.
I just thought this was the funnyest thing when I first took it, and oh so spot on!
Monday, May 23, 2011
First Taste
So I'm a paranormal investigator, that is just a little too slutty for my own good. And trying to ask questions and get the answers I want the tables are turned on me and I'm the one being beaten into submission by the very person I was sent to investigate.
That was the set up for our scene. My Mistress and I had just met and had scheduled to play ASAP, witch turned out to be that weekend.
That was the set up for our scene. My Mistress and I had just met and had scheduled to play ASAP, witch turned out to be that weekend.
I was told to wear something semi professional. But with lots of things that are fun to take off. And to make sure my tits where easily accessible, clothed or otherwise. So I wore my favorite push up bra and front open eye hook corset to show my tits on a platter, a kimono deep v-neck top and a long sheer black skirt. Add purple fish nets and my favorite black suede heels and I was ready. I kept my hair accessible, but in a dirty bun so it couldn't get in the way and matched my make up to the fishnets.
I got there as early as possible and took very little time settling in. She led me to her favorite room a while covered bedroom with a chair and big cushy footrest. There is also a nice big window and we all know how much I love those.
Questioning started as if I was there for her 'services'. She quickly changed to how had I hear about her and who exactly had sent me. I tryed to cover my actual intentions, and got just a little too close. I kept edging toward her till we were both on the bed. She grabbed me and wrapped her arms around my back cupping each tit with a gloved hand. I felt her heart beat in my shoulder and she started whispering her questions in my ear. Where had I come from. Who had sent me. What was I there for. As I averted the questions in the usual way the whisper became a his. Making the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end. I tryed to break away. Wiggling forward, her hands instinctively moved from below each boob to clawing the front of them. Her fingers firmly planted right around my aureoles. I wasn't going anywhere. She might be a skinny little thing, but there is allot of power in those arms. She got me settled back down and disengaged. I didn't feel the coldness a body can leave when they move from next to you. She is incredible good at holding the space. She layed out her toys on the end table next to the bed. Methodically placing them, taking special care with each one. I layed back on the bed and let my feet dangle off the bed. Deciding to kick off my shoes, I was quickly noticed and instructed to drop the skirt. She circled back around me and as I tryed to find my spot on the bed, ended up square in her lap. I was quickly shackled by her now bare hands on my breasts once again. Her long agile fingers making contact through the padding and layers of fabric. My shirt was next, I didn't struggle. Untied from the back and discarded quickly. She took care to unhook each eye hook first down the front of my corset and then the four in the back of my bra. She aptly did all this without once touching my skin. I was surveyed on the bed naked aside from my fishnet and thong. She pushed me back, letting my legs dangle and got on top of me, like a spider. She straddled my hips with hands on my chest. She dug her nails in this time. Five pints just on the edge of my aureoles, she dared me to struggle. I was able to half buck her off, but her hands stayed firmly planted. Anchoring me back to the bed, but ass now half hanging off. As she reached for one of her toys I was able to get away enough to sit up but stay on the bed. Never dare an Aries. She just smiled at this and picked out the toy she wanted. A pink rubber squid whip. Before I knew it she had me laying down once again, face first this time, tits cradled in her hands her now at my back. Time stood still and yet we went like this for hours. Her sensitizing my nerves. With little stingy toys and those expressive fingers. Daring me to struggle and try to get away, but me never getting very far. My heart raced the whole time. My eyes closed for most of it. I just needed to feel and listen. Nothing else mattered in the world. We apparently were walked in on many a time, and always they would linger to see what exactly we were doing. Listen to me moan and gasp or the instructions that only I needed to understand. She brought out her blades first setting each one in the middle of my chest, so I could feel their weight, and the temperature of the metal. They are both Renaissance style Celtic hunting knives. Decorative and dull, just perfect to cutting into my soul. She first traced stars on my breasts, from throat to nipples. The journey made me shiver. I tryed
I had foolishly expected more impact play, and even more foolishly asked when the warm up would end. She just smiled at me, and assured me that what we had just done was no warm up. We finished our chocolate cigarettes and went back in.
We went back down stairs. This time to a cross. She had no restraints but didn't need them. She first pressed me against the wood with her own body, putting my hands where she wanted them. They instinctively stayed where they where put. This time she focused purely on my back. She used her whole arsenal on me this time. Mostly very stingy stuff, but she obliged to my request and got some thud out of them. I need to get her some wooden toys. She tasted me at some point. Licking the back of my neck and then biting my shoulder blades. Right in the spots I hold my stress. She used her knives allot. And she informed me later that at one point we had an audience of just under 10 people. Our scene ended with the party, and she was amazed at how quickly I grounded myself and that after a few minutes of sitting on her lap, I was able to walk away without any help. Her Principal sub has allot more trouble with such things. She chalks it up to my switchy side. We walked out and she tryumphetly brought up my former misconceptions about the first half of our scene. I now know that was no warm up. We went out to eat and talk for another several hours. I don't remember much because I was still on such a high. I do remember her warnings that this was just my first taste of her. And how much she enjoyed her first taste of me. As well as how she loved that I didn't shy away from rubbing back against her. We finally parted paths and I drove home.
I was sore for days afterward. And stayed home recovering. She has since reminded me that this was only a taste. I can't wait till we play again. Next time 24hrs of a private hotel scene. Just the 2 of us. Yummy. This time she won't be able to stay fully dressed. I'll make sure of that!
I got there as early as possible and took very little time settling in. She led me to her favorite room a while covered bedroom with a chair and big cushy footrest. There is also a nice big window and we all know how much I love those.
Questioning started as if I was there for her 'services'. She quickly changed to how had I hear about her and who exactly had sent me. I tryed to cover my actual intentions, and got just a little too close. I kept edging toward her till we were both on the bed. She grabbed me and wrapped her arms around my back cupping each tit with a gloved hand. I felt her heart beat in my shoulder and she started whispering her questions in my ear. Where had I come from. Who had sent me. What was I there for. As I averted the questions in the usual way the whisper became a his. Making the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end. I tryed to break away. Wiggling forward, her hands instinctively moved from below each boob to clawing the front of them. Her fingers firmly planted right around my aureoles. I wasn't going anywhere. She might be a skinny little thing, but there is allot of power in those arms. She got me settled back down and disengaged. I didn't feel the coldness a body can leave when they move from next to you. She is incredible good at holding the space. She layed out her toys on the end table next to the bed. Methodically placing them, taking special care with each one. I layed back on the bed and let my feet dangle off the bed. Deciding to kick off my shoes, I was quickly noticed and instructed to drop the skirt. She circled back around me and as I tryed to find my spot on the bed, ended up square in her lap. I was quickly shackled by her now bare hands on my breasts once again. Her long agile fingers making contact through the padding and layers of fabric. My shirt was next, I didn't struggle. Untied from the back and discarded quickly. She took care to unhook each eye hook first down the front of my corset and then the four in the back of my bra. She aptly did all this without once touching my skin. I was surveyed on the bed naked aside from my fishnet and thong. She pushed me back, letting my legs dangle and got on top of me, like a spider. She straddled my hips with hands on my chest. She dug her nails in this time. Five pints just on the edge of my aureoles, she dared me to struggle. I was able to half buck her off, but her hands stayed firmly planted. Anchoring me back to the bed, but ass now half hanging off. As she reached for one of her toys I was able to get away enough to sit up but stay on the bed. Never dare an Aries. She just smiled at this and picked out the toy she wanted. A pink rubber squid whip. Before I knew it she had me laying down once again, face first this time, tits cradled in her hands her now at my back. Time stood still and yet we went like this for hours. Her sensitizing my nerves. With little stingy toys and those expressive fingers. Daring me to struggle and try to get away, but me never getting very far. My heart raced the whole time. My eyes closed for most of it. I just needed to feel and listen. Nothing else mattered in the world. We apparently were walked in on many a time, and always they would linger to see what exactly we were doing. Listen to me moan and gasp or the instructions that only I needed to understand. She brought out her blades first setting each one in the middle of my chest, so I could feel their weight, and the temperature of the metal. They are both Renaissance style Celtic hunting knives. Decorative and dull, just perfect to cutting into my soul. She first traced stars on my breasts, from throat to nipples. The journey made me shiver. I tryed
I had foolishly expected more impact play, and even more foolishly asked when the warm up would end. She just smiled at me, and assured me that what we had just done was no warm up. We finished our chocolate cigarettes and went back in.
We went back down stairs. This time to a cross. She had no restraints but didn't need them. She first pressed me against the wood with her own body, putting my hands where she wanted them. They instinctively stayed where they where put. This time she focused purely on my back. She used her whole arsenal on me this time. Mostly very stingy stuff, but she obliged to my request and got some thud out of them. I need to get her some wooden toys. She tasted me at some point. Licking the back of my neck and then biting my shoulder blades. Right in the spots I hold my stress. She used her knives allot. And she informed me later that at one point we had an audience of just under 10 people. Our scene ended with the party, and she was amazed at how quickly I grounded myself and that after a few minutes of sitting on her lap, I was able to walk away without any help. Her Principal sub has allot more trouble with such things. She chalks it up to my switchy side. We walked out and she tryumphetly brought up my former misconceptions about the first half of our scene. I now know that was no warm up. We went out to eat and talk for another several hours. I don't remember much because I was still on such a high. I do remember her warnings that this was just my first taste of her. And how much she enjoyed her first taste of me. As well as how she loved that I didn't shy away from rubbing back against her. We finally parted paths and I drove home.
I was sore for days afterward. And stayed home recovering. She has since reminded me that this was only a taste. I can't wait till we play again. Next time 24hrs of a private hotel scene. Just the 2 of us. Yummy. This time she won't be able to stay fully dressed. I'll make sure of that!
Sunday, May 22, 2011
Mistress Sees
This is another cataloging of texts from my Mistress. She is quite amazing, this is how she saw my night the other night.
"I've been observing spiritually and energetically...and watched you energetically curiously strum one of the new energetic and spiritual threads added in my intricate web playfully a couple of hours ago! I'm so glad your having such a wonderful time and I always enjoy your seductive playful curiosity... It's always wonderful when your being mischievous... I am always here! You are absolutely extraordinary!"
I told her here that I had been hitting on this cute little thing all night. And what she had been observing was me playing with my new prey. This girl brings out a hunter in me, I'm having fun.
"Ah...so the women withe the seemingly innocent curiosity is named Lily! No I wouldn't call her innocent...clever...mischievous maybe in an adorable and cute way like a curious kitten maybe... but hardly 'innocent' this Lily is too experienced with the seductive chase to be genuinely 'innocent'... At least that's my observations. I'm finding it quite enjoyable how you've got your friend and I spiritually and energetically am participating in your fun with Lily tonight! It's quite fun really! How you've been periodically coming over and noticing all the new ideas and strands and intricate designs to my energetic and spiritual web... things that you are waiting eagerly to experience what surprises they hold...while your dom is standing to the side like a knight or elf guide as you happily go back and forth between him and I... periodically disarming him with your seductive magic... and strumming my spiritual web to get my attention as if it's time for me to do more then observe... once you've got both our attention you've been drawing this Lily in... keeping her attention... when she cleverly and shyly takes a step back and feels things out... You take her hand ...lead her to him... and ask for his 'unbiased' guidance while enticing this Lily... with the extraordinary one of a kind seduction you do... and as he smiles he points to me and my web. So a couple of times you've led her over to a familiar already experienced thread or 'design' you've already experienced being entangled and gleefully squirming in... while she's taking all this in... trying to figure out what to do next... with all of this, some of witch she doesn't understand... you walk over playfully and strum a thread of my web which I am waiting and watching but not moving... but definitely absorbing you healing and seduction... Lily... turns to you not quite believing you when you assure her that it's safe. She of course has sensed it's safe, but still doesn't understand your excitement about it. So you lead her back to him, her old friend! Who of course is clearly enjoying all this fun, he has been trying to convince Lily to follow you... this back and forth went on for hours... Lily even strummed one of my threads and reacted with a gasp like a kitten with a new toy... and you just lit up and almost had her in your arms at more than one point! Him and I separately each with glowing smiles of the wonderful progress your making with this Lily! I can only imagine how things have been progressing physically with you and her! I am honored to be part of this seductive playful game and even more honored that it is my unique web that is the object to attract Lily's mischievous and playful kitten like curiosity so she can experience your motherly nature and being and wisdom! It's beautiful!"
"I've been observing spiritually and energetically...and watched you energetically curiously strum one of the new energetic and spiritual threads added in my intricate web playfully a couple of hours ago! I'm so glad your having such a wonderful time and I always enjoy your seductive playful curiosity... It's always wonderful when your being mischievous... I am always here! You are absolutely extraordinary!"
I told her here that I had been hitting on this cute little thing all night. And what she had been observing was me playing with my new prey. This girl brings out a hunter in me, I'm having fun.
"Ah...so the women withe the seemingly innocent curiosity is named Lily! No I wouldn't call her innocent...clever...mischievous maybe in an adorable and cute way like a curious kitten maybe... but hardly 'innocent' this Lily is too experienced with the seductive chase to be genuinely 'innocent'... At least that's my observations. I'm finding it quite enjoyable how you've got your friend and I spiritually and energetically am participating in your fun with Lily tonight! It's quite fun really! How you've been periodically coming over and noticing all the new ideas and strands and intricate designs to my energetic and spiritual web... things that you are waiting eagerly to experience what surprises they hold...while your dom is standing to the side like a knight or elf guide as you happily go back and forth between him and I... periodically disarming him with your seductive magic... and strumming my spiritual web to get my attention as if it's time for me to do more then observe... once you've got both our attention you've been drawing this Lily in... keeping her attention... when she cleverly and shyly takes a step back and feels things out... You take her hand ...lead her to him... and ask for his 'unbiased' guidance while enticing this Lily... with the extraordinary one of a kind seduction you do... and as he smiles he points to me and my web. So a couple of times you've led her over to a familiar already experienced thread or 'design' you've already experienced being entangled and gleefully squirming in... while she's taking all this in... trying to figure out what to do next... with all of this, some of witch she doesn't understand... you walk over playfully and strum a thread of my web which I am waiting and watching but not moving... but definitely absorbing you healing and seduction... Lily... turns to you not quite believing you when you assure her that it's safe. She of course has sensed it's safe, but still doesn't understand your excitement about it. So you lead her back to him, her old friend! Who of course is clearly enjoying all this fun, he has been trying to convince Lily to follow you... this back and forth went on for hours... Lily even strummed one of my threads and reacted with a gasp like a kitten with a new toy... and you just lit up and almost had her in your arms at more than one point! Him and I separately each with glowing smiles of the wonderful progress your making with this Lily! I can only imagine how things have been progressing physically with you and her! I am honored to be part of this seductive playful game and even more honored that it is my unique web that is the object to attract Lily's mischievous and playful kitten like curiosity so she can experience your motherly nature and being and wisdom! It's beautiful!"
A Long Suduction
She is a self identified hard nut to crack. But so far It's been so worth it. I love a challenge anyway.
I met her on her birthday, and had an immediate reaction to cuddle her and keep her warm. Our first meeting is scattered about in 'An Eye Opening Date'. She is amazingly cuddly for how petite she is.
I first tryed hanging out with her socially, get to know her better at my favorite pub, but she was never game. I did manage to get her out to a dutch dinner once in this time, that was lovely. So I took a different approach and took the dogs out to a park together. It was very nice, we both got soaked by a golden retriever, I got a sun tan and had great conversation. She opens up like a day lily, timidly and quickly and pulls out of me, similar experiences, that some of my most intimate friends don't know the details of. There is a lock on that box, that though is hard to crack, is incredibly comforting. She quickly elicits a reaction of protector from me. Not predator, the way I can be with other conquests, or knight in shinning armor, how I can be with straight women that I'm interested in anyway. But a hand maiden, supporting, helping and trusted confidant, maybe lover.
I ran with an off handed comment of hers about good clubs and suggested my favorite one. And really the only one I know of, Bondage a Go Go. It happened to be the right day for it as well. I was super excited to dress her up and take her out to show her off on my arm, but I was rain checked on. It was last minute notice.
The next day, I got to sit down with an old boyfriend of mine that is currently dating her. (She had him first, and thus ends up with him as well) He is a good friend of mine still. We had a very nice chat over a dirty chai, debriefing a little over some poly drama. But the topic switched quickly away from my exploits, falling for my primary, and small tensions being worked out in his life to her. We both kinda made a game plan of how I should seduce her. How this would not only be advantageous for all involved, but how I would get to be with her. She is quite a catch and a very special girl. With a hidden and quiet grace, and playful sexiness that brings me to my knees.
I decided to take her to a new play party at the local dungeon, the Dirty Palette. A body painting, sexy, scantily clad, party bdsm overtones and just something that was exactly up her alley. I got her all girlishly excited for it, asking questions like "what should I wear?" and such like that. We had a blast of a time as out lined in 'Breaking Her Out'.
My Mistress, her and I all have hung out. I got to treat them to chocolate and feed my Mistress Fenton's ice cream. They got along famously.
She is trying to date, but it's particularly stressful for her. So one night she came over just needing to be held. I surrounded her in my arms. And layed her down next to her. Rubbing her back and telling her how stunning she is. I was very good, not going to her butt, or around to her chest. Staying only to her back and shoulders. I ended up wrapping her in my blankets as I did other things, just holding the safe space for her. It was incredibly lovely, just lying next to her. Being able to care for her and give her the attention she needs and craves. I tend to forget the effect women have on me.
We finally went out on a real date night. We skipped the movie and went straight to drinks and dinner. And then ended up in Benicia. At a play ground no less. We are both big kids and love a good play ground in the middle of the night when we have the whole place to ourselves. She led me to a small tower. We were surrounded by wood and sheltered from the rain. We even had our own balcony. I got to cuddle her close. Breath with her and take her through her own body. We talked of energy, and archetypes. I'm the earth mother that plays the seductress. Her the warier women with tattered fairy wings. We talked off faith and hope, the essentials for humans and the short cuts to get there. We ended on the ridiculous accident of it all. The funny, utterly unbelievable totality of it all. And how it's okay not to know.
We drove home, exhausted and cold, but recharged and elated.
I can't wait for what happens next.
I met her on her birthday, and had an immediate reaction to cuddle her and keep her warm. Our first meeting is scattered about in 'An Eye Opening Date'. She is amazingly cuddly for how petite she is.
I first tryed hanging out with her socially, get to know her better at my favorite pub, but she was never game. I did manage to get her out to a dutch dinner once in this time, that was lovely. So I took a different approach and took the dogs out to a park together. It was very nice, we both got soaked by a golden retriever, I got a sun tan and had great conversation. She opens up like a day lily, timidly and quickly and pulls out of me, similar experiences, that some of my most intimate friends don't know the details of. There is a lock on that box, that though is hard to crack, is incredibly comforting. She quickly elicits a reaction of protector from me. Not predator, the way I can be with other conquests, or knight in shinning armor, how I can be with straight women that I'm interested in anyway. But a hand maiden, supporting, helping and trusted confidant, maybe lover.
I ran with an off handed comment of hers about good clubs and suggested my favorite one. And really the only one I know of, Bondage a Go Go. It happened to be the right day for it as well. I was super excited to dress her up and take her out to show her off on my arm, but I was rain checked on. It was last minute notice.
The next day, I got to sit down with an old boyfriend of mine that is currently dating her. (She had him first, and thus ends up with him as well) He is a good friend of mine still. We had a very nice chat over a dirty chai, debriefing a little over some poly drama. But the topic switched quickly away from my exploits, falling for my primary, and small tensions being worked out in his life to her. We both kinda made a game plan of how I should seduce her. How this would not only be advantageous for all involved, but how I would get to be with her. She is quite a catch and a very special girl. With a hidden and quiet grace, and playful sexiness that brings me to my knees.
I decided to take her to a new play party at the local dungeon, the Dirty Palette. A body painting, sexy, scantily clad, party bdsm overtones and just something that was exactly up her alley. I got her all girlishly excited for it, asking questions like "what should I wear?" and such like that. We had a blast of a time as out lined in 'Breaking Her Out'.
My Mistress, her and I all have hung out. I got to treat them to chocolate and feed my Mistress Fenton's ice cream. They got along famously.
She is trying to date, but it's particularly stressful for her. So one night she came over just needing to be held. I surrounded her in my arms. And layed her down next to her. Rubbing her back and telling her how stunning she is. I was very good, not going to her butt, or around to her chest. Staying only to her back and shoulders. I ended up wrapping her in my blankets as I did other things, just holding the safe space for her. It was incredibly lovely, just lying next to her. Being able to care for her and give her the attention she needs and craves. I tend to forget the effect women have on me.
We finally went out on a real date night. We skipped the movie and went straight to drinks and dinner. And then ended up in Benicia. At a play ground no less. We are both big kids and love a good play ground in the middle of the night when we have the whole place to ourselves. She led me to a small tower. We were surrounded by wood and sheltered from the rain. We even had our own balcony. I got to cuddle her close. Breath with her and take her through her own body. We talked of energy, and archetypes. I'm the earth mother that plays the seductress. Her the warier women with tattered fairy wings. We talked off faith and hope, the essentials for humans and the short cuts to get there. We ended on the ridiculous accident of it all. The funny, utterly unbelievable totality of it all. And how it's okay not to know.
We drove home, exhausted and cold, but recharged and elated.
I can't wait for what happens next.
Fishing Line
I had instructions- wear a shorter skirt, no underpants, shave or trim as much as possible. And for the next 3 days when you masturbate have something in your ass, whether it be a finger or dildo, I want you to come with something up there. I was excited because I had asked for the instructions. And he had a challenge, get me to safe word. I had only done it in session, when I was doing a little bit of pro sub work. But never in real life play. He had asked if he was bad for wanting to change that, and of course it wasn't. By this point we had both gone through a checklist. It's, Soul's Haven, it's well set up and comparisons are made super easy. He picked me up at my place and took me down a back alley to check if I had complied to his liking. I passed with flying colors. On the way up to his house I had to show off my cunt to others on the highway and my tits to the toll collector.
He showed me around his place for a minute, it's totally a hippy commune style place. I was quickly taken to the dungeon. Or more of a converted wine cellar, DIY style. But I love it just the same. He showed off the 2 new eye hooks in the ceiling, they where put there just for me. I'm still quite proud of that. I'm such a little pain slut I needed spacial modifications to his dungeon. We didn't use them right away. First I was cuffed with my ass in the air. A little spanking, and caning and then a pin wheel. I wasn't told it was a pin wheel. He was going to cut me up. He went for my breasts, and back, I loved it until he got to my feet. I'm super ticklish there and hated it. He switched between the cane and the wheel, to make it feel like he was cutting open the welts. He had me sniveling and tearing up when he got to my feet. I couldn't even hold position. I was finally released after being curled up crying. I felt for the blood, and there was non there. ASS. I still have to smile at the fake out though.
I got taken out braless to get lunch. We went to a park and he set out a sleeping bag that smelt so much like sex it's kinda ridiculous. As we left he did this super man move, lifted up the thing in one swoop, through it over his shoulder like a cape while flipping his hair back. All one motion. He thinks he is so suave.
We went back to his place for the main event. I was layed down and cuffed once again. Face up this time. He pulls out his fishing line, and shows me what a good boy scout he was. He was the one flaw. When he attached the line to my nipples and behind the bars in them, he used a slip knot and never anchored it so it would stop tightening. Just cause it's thin doesn't mean you get to use bad rope technique, ladies and gentleman. Anyway, he threaded the line through the new eye hook and just let them hang for a minute. While he attached the spreader bar to my ankles. He lifted my legs up and propped them there on his chest while he took the fishing line and tied each nipple to it's adjacent ankle. Then let the bar drop. I could half bend my knees without pulling too hard on the line. I actually let my knees rest at first just to get the pull I wanted. He especially likes anal and tryed that very quickly, just my thrashing made one of the lines snap. It was pure nipple power. He wasted little time, laughing at my mistake and fixing the problem. Now I got the tiger balm. On my clit, in my ass, and all over my muff. That stuff burns so bad. I subbed out hard core. Yummy. I have no idea how long he had me down there, but it finally took him trying to go straight back in my ass dry for me to finally red out. He had to help me along even though it was my body that was trying to push him away. spreader bar and everything. He started putting things away. When I come back to earth enough and notice that maybe my nipples shouldn't be that color. So he take me down. I take my time getting back to my feet. I was led back upstairs through a different door and to the sex room.
I got close pins where the line was and given a flogging with the flogger I had made sure to bring. A good amount of blows the the back and then I was turned around. I got a good couple of hits to my chest before he made me break pose. My hands went quickly back behind me, but he had paused. He told me I was bleeding. I had known the close pin had been flogged off, but I look down and there was a good stream of blood forming. I caught what I could with my hand while he got some tissues. I got the other nipple released and eaten out for a second for how good I was being. He put me on the bed and with a combination of lots of lube and some pussy slapping, got a full 3 fingers in my back door. I was quite impressed. I was finally taken from behind by him. And fucked hard. Face down in a pillow ass to the heavens. I love that mans cock.
My piercing is in a permanently different place, but what a story. I still refer to it often, because my ego is a little to big to leave it alone. Next time the plan is to secure the bottom of my tits as well as the nipples. I can't wait!
He showed me around his place for a minute, it's totally a hippy commune style place. I was quickly taken to the dungeon. Or more of a converted wine cellar, DIY style. But I love it just the same. He showed off the 2 new eye hooks in the ceiling, they where put there just for me. I'm still quite proud of that. I'm such a little pain slut I needed spacial modifications to his dungeon. We didn't use them right away. First I was cuffed with my ass in the air. A little spanking, and caning and then a pin wheel. I wasn't told it was a pin wheel. He was going to cut me up. He went for my breasts, and back, I loved it until he got to my feet. I'm super ticklish there and hated it. He switched between the cane and the wheel, to make it feel like he was cutting open the welts. He had me sniveling and tearing up when he got to my feet. I couldn't even hold position. I was finally released after being curled up crying. I felt for the blood, and there was non there. ASS. I still have to smile at the fake out though.
I got taken out braless to get lunch. We went to a park and he set out a sleeping bag that smelt so much like sex it's kinda ridiculous. As we left he did this super man move, lifted up the thing in one swoop, through it over his shoulder like a cape while flipping his hair back. All one motion. He thinks he is so suave.
We went back to his place for the main event. I was layed down and cuffed once again. Face up this time. He pulls out his fishing line, and shows me what a good boy scout he was. He was the one flaw. When he attached the line to my nipples and behind the bars in them, he used a slip knot and never anchored it so it would stop tightening. Just cause it's thin doesn't mean you get to use bad rope technique, ladies and gentleman. Anyway, he threaded the line through the new eye hook and just let them hang for a minute. While he attached the spreader bar to my ankles. He lifted my legs up and propped them there on his chest while he took the fishing line and tied each nipple to it's adjacent ankle. Then let the bar drop. I could half bend my knees without pulling too hard on the line. I actually let my knees rest at first just to get the pull I wanted. He especially likes anal and tryed that very quickly, just my thrashing made one of the lines snap. It was pure nipple power. He wasted little time, laughing at my mistake and fixing the problem. Now I got the tiger balm. On my clit, in my ass, and all over my muff. That stuff burns so bad. I subbed out hard core. Yummy. I have no idea how long he had me down there, but it finally took him trying to go straight back in my ass dry for me to finally red out. He had to help me along even though it was my body that was trying to push him away. spreader bar and everything. He started putting things away. When I come back to earth enough and notice that maybe my nipples shouldn't be that color. So he take me down. I take my time getting back to my feet. I was led back upstairs through a different door and to the sex room.
I got close pins where the line was and given a flogging with the flogger I had made sure to bring. A good amount of blows the the back and then I was turned around. I got a good couple of hits to my chest before he made me break pose. My hands went quickly back behind me, but he had paused. He told me I was bleeding. I had known the close pin had been flogged off, but I look down and there was a good stream of blood forming. I caught what I could with my hand while he got some tissues. I got the other nipple released and eaten out for a second for how good I was being. He put me on the bed and with a combination of lots of lube and some pussy slapping, got a full 3 fingers in my back door. I was quite impressed. I was finally taken from behind by him. And fucked hard. Face down in a pillow ass to the heavens. I love that mans cock.
My piercing is in a permanently different place, but what a story. I still refer to it often, because my ego is a little to big to leave it alone. Next time the plan is to secure the bottom of my tits as well as the nipples. I can't wait!
Tuesday, May 17, 2011
Eye Opening Date
This was my first poly date. And it was a great growing experience.
It was my dom's secondaries birthday and I was told I should come out. We figured out that he should pick me up because this circus thing was near to where I was working at the time. It was a candy land themed party and that was the information I got. I was ready and scyked up for an adventure.
We started out hours late, I was kinda stranded at work till after we had closed, luckily people where hanging out anyway, but I don't have a held annoyance. I figured he was held up with his wife. When he finally shows up he comes with two other women, neither his wife. I didn't think twice about it.
We got to the party and it was super lame. There was a quick aerial show and lots of standing around not knowing anyone. As he and the birthday girl cuddled and made out, I felt the need to avert my eyes. But not in jealousy, out of respect and being a little uncomfortable anyway.
We all ditched the party and headed out to the old baths in SF. It was storming and gorgeous. Me being the graceful women I am found every puddle on the way down the stairs. And decided I was 5 years old anyway. I had just come from a good two week period of getting a good play session in almost every other day, and having no need to masturbate at all. So I was still a little subby.
We all cuddled out looking over the waves. I instinctively gave my trench coat to Leanne and loved cuddling up to her to keep her warm and then having us both surrounded by him. I got more comfortable with them making out while we where all in the cuddle puddle and still having his arm surrounding me. It was gorgeous out there. I was affectionately named "new friend". And praised for being so cuddly and touchy feely.
We decided to dry off in a coffee shop. The conversation was enlightening in the car. We talked about being happy for a partner when with another person. How this feeling comes from a trust that your partner is committed to you, so you want them to have fun and love that they are happy, even when with another. He declared that his wife and the date she was on, better be making out by now! I just had to smile. We ended up at the weirdest Asian dessert place. That had delicious food, even though I still have no idea what exactly we had. It was an appropriate end to an equally remember able night.
This was the first time it really hit me that, I could do this, be poly amorous. It was familiar and yummy, and very much what I had been doing for years with a incestuous group of friends. And this was only the 3rd date.
It was my dom's secondaries birthday and I was told I should come out. We figured out that he should pick me up because this circus thing was near to where I was working at the time. It was a candy land themed party and that was the information I got. I was ready and scyked up for an adventure.
We started out hours late, I was kinda stranded at work till after we had closed, luckily people where hanging out anyway, but I don't have a held annoyance. I figured he was held up with his wife. When he finally shows up he comes with two other women, neither his wife. I didn't think twice about it.
We got to the party and it was super lame. There was a quick aerial show and lots of standing around not knowing anyone. As he and the birthday girl cuddled and made out, I felt the need to avert my eyes. But not in jealousy, out of respect and being a little uncomfortable anyway.
We all ditched the party and headed out to the old baths in SF. It was storming and gorgeous. Me being the graceful women I am found every puddle on the way down the stairs. And decided I was 5 years old anyway. I had just come from a good two week period of getting a good play session in almost every other day, and having no need to masturbate at all. So I was still a little subby.
We all cuddled out looking over the waves. I instinctively gave my trench coat to Leanne and loved cuddling up to her to keep her warm and then having us both surrounded by him. I got more comfortable with them making out while we where all in the cuddle puddle and still having his arm surrounding me. It was gorgeous out there. I was affectionately named "new friend". And praised for being so cuddly and touchy feely.
We decided to dry off in a coffee shop. The conversation was enlightening in the car. We talked about being happy for a partner when with another person. How this feeling comes from a trust that your partner is committed to you, so you want them to have fun and love that they are happy, even when with another. He declared that his wife and the date she was on, better be making out by now! I just had to smile. We ended up at the weirdest Asian dessert place. That had delicious food, even though I still have no idea what exactly we had. It was an appropriate end to an equally remember able night.
This was the first time it really hit me that, I could do this, be poly amorous. It was familiar and yummy, and very much what I had been doing for years with a incestuous group of friends. And this was only the 3rd date.
Sunday, May 15, 2011
Bad French
I had been being contacted by this guy for several months now. Just moved here from France and wanted to meet new people. He thought I was cute. He was a little too lanky for my taste and a tad too old. I figured a cigarette couldn't hurt, but timing kept not working out. Not that I really cared.
He finally caught me when I was bored.
He showed up super late, at my favorite creek side walk. He is less attractive then his pictures, and so very quiet and intellectual. I was quickly turned off, but I figured why not go for a smoke? He brought up, how I liked to play. He had noticed in my profile my some hidden comments of my kinky side. We quickly switched to conversation of favorites and a quick negotiation. He led me down a path to get off the main drag and bent me over. He had awful dirty talk, and was a little too much McGiver for my taste. He ended up picking up a random stick to cane me with. He only hits one cheek of my ass with both hand and stick. Someone came a little too close to comfort, so we moved. This time he had me sitting on my ass so he moved to thigh and pussy slapping. Again only one thigh taken care of, he was just being lazy or stupid. I got him off in my hand and sent him on his way.
I didn't even stay warm for an hour. He hit me up later that week and I said I didn't want to play with him. When he asked if I had friends who might be interested I told him truthfully not in him. He wasn't good at what he did, and didn't seem to care. That's just an arsehole, not a dom.
He finally caught me when I was bored.
He showed up super late, at my favorite creek side walk. He is less attractive then his pictures, and so very quiet and intellectual. I was quickly turned off, but I figured why not go for a smoke? He brought up, how I liked to play. He had noticed in my profile my some hidden comments of my kinky side. We quickly switched to conversation of favorites and a quick negotiation. He led me down a path to get off the main drag and bent me over. He had awful dirty talk, and was a little too much McGiver for my taste. He ended up picking up a random stick to cane me with. He only hits one cheek of my ass with both hand and stick. Someone came a little too close to comfort, so we moved. This time he had me sitting on my ass so he moved to thigh and pussy slapping. Again only one thigh taken care of, he was just being lazy or stupid. I got him off in my hand and sent him on his way.
I didn't even stay warm for an hour. He hit me up later that week and I said I didn't want to play with him. When he asked if I had friends who might be interested I told him truthfully not in him. He wasn't good at what he did, and didn't seem to care. That's just an arsehole, not a dom.
Friday, May 13, 2011
Hurtling Threesome
All these events happened at an old friends apartment. It was the sex apartment that summer.
Me and him have known each other for years, and know how to stir up trouble. He is that oil stain I just can't get out of my favorite band t-shirt and I'm his dirty rag that randomly shows up from time to time. I say this all in the most loving way, and with a huge smile on, because it is just so true.
These are just two examples of what we get ourselves into.
The first time was me, him, his "little brother", and my old roommate. Me and my roommate had just met over a mutual crush (him), and hit it off right away. We where randomly hanging out, watching YouTube, shooting the shit. Nothing out of the ordinary. Me and her got the boys drunk and proceeded to have our way with them. Or maybe it was everyone paying attention to her, including me. She has tits about my size but perfectly perky, and a curvy figure that perfectly matches. She is the girl next store, but knows how to be a bomb shell. It started out just two couples on the same bed. But I had to caress her gorgeous knockers. I ended up in one of my sleeping shirts. One of the massively too big ones I can just through in my purse and carry around. This one was special though, I had these massive wings on the back. I made it to her thighs, racing horse thighs. The perfectly tapered, and palm full of yummy skin right before it hits her perfect heart shaped ass. If we weren't such good friends at this point, I would still shamelessly be hitting on her every chance I got. I just had to taste her. I wasted a little time, kissing her inner thighs, but I quickly went for the main feast. I had to be very gentle and slow with her, but it was well worth it. I had her moaning in no time. She is so funny, when she blinked and realized it was me, her first reaction is that I wasn't getting taken care of. So my friend quickly obliged to her request and stuck a few fingers up me. I batted him of, he was breaking my concentration. Just me getting her off was amazing, his fingers were turning me off. So him and his "little brother" got to stand back for a minute and comment that an angel was eating her out. She remembered the comment, but never saw the shirt, being distracted. So months later after we had become roommates, I pulled out the t-shirt to show her.
I am the only women she has ever done anything with, and most likely will be the only women. I'm quite proud of that fact.
So I've yet to go back to just 3 people, the next time I had group sex in that apartment, I was the best 5th wheel. Who knows maybe one day, I'll go back, but for now - Why?
Me and him have known each other for years, and know how to stir up trouble. He is that oil stain I just can't get out of my favorite band t-shirt and I'm his dirty rag that randomly shows up from time to time. I say this all in the most loving way, and with a huge smile on, because it is just so true.
These are just two examples of what we get ourselves into.
The first time was me, him, his "little brother", and my old roommate. Me and my roommate had just met over a mutual crush (him), and hit it off right away. We where randomly hanging out, watching YouTube, shooting the shit. Nothing out of the ordinary. Me and her got the boys drunk and proceeded to have our way with them. Or maybe it was everyone paying attention to her, including me. She has tits about my size but perfectly perky, and a curvy figure that perfectly matches. She is the girl next store, but knows how to be a bomb shell. It started out just two couples on the same bed. But I had to caress her gorgeous knockers. I ended up in one of my sleeping shirts. One of the massively too big ones I can just through in my purse and carry around. This one was special though, I had these massive wings on the back. I made it to her thighs, racing horse thighs. The perfectly tapered, and palm full of yummy skin right before it hits her perfect heart shaped ass. If we weren't such good friends at this point, I would still shamelessly be hitting on her every chance I got. I just had to taste her. I wasted a little time, kissing her inner thighs, but I quickly went for the main feast. I had to be very gentle and slow with her, but it was well worth it. I had her moaning in no time. She is so funny, when she blinked and realized it was me, her first reaction is that I wasn't getting taken care of. So my friend quickly obliged to her request and stuck a few fingers up me. I batted him of, he was breaking my concentration. Just me getting her off was amazing, his fingers were turning me off. So him and his "little brother" got to stand back for a minute and comment that an angel was eating her out. She remembered the comment, but never saw the shirt, being distracted. So months later after we had become roommates, I pulled out the t-shirt to show her.
I am the only women she has ever done anything with, and most likely will be the only women. I'm quite proud of that fact.
So I've yet to go back to just 3 people, the next time I had group sex in that apartment, I was the best 5th wheel. Who knows maybe one day, I'll go back, but for now - Why?
Monday, May 9, 2011
Blowing His Mind
My young boyfriend is only a year younger than me, but years behind me in experience. I've layed with him in bed before feeling like I just defiled him, but knowing he loved every minute of it.
We met in class innocently enough, and flirted over a few cigarettes. He gets those bashful puppy dog eyes. Where he can stare right into mine, yet not see a thing. I can just feel his unaltered view of the world in those moments. Having never seen the true grit humanity can inflict on each other. He isn't jaded in any sense. A feeling I can feign well, but will never be able to recapture. He makes me feel like such a cougar.
He had originally gone after another women in our class. Trying to be her savior. I warned him with my own experience, but he had to make his own mistake. I made it very clear that I had saved myself, thank you. So that thing would not be needed or appreciated by me.
Only after things finally ended with her and he got wise to her tricks, did we start to spend time alone together. By this time I had found a primary, a master I was vieing for and at least one conquest. So certain boundaries were immediately reinforced.
Our first encounter was in a commentary where some stuff wasn't quite working out, but I found how good he is at eating me. Just the right amount of bite for my taste. It was only till later that night when I got him up to the hall way of my place, where I could really take advantage of him. It was quicker than most and marginal in my book. I was quite surprised that it had been his most effective experience to date. I had to restrain myself not to surround him in my arms and say sorry. But I knew we were going to change all that! I took him down in the elevator and stopped it before we hit the bottom. I proceeded to work my magic with my mouth. Something I had only given him a glimpse of earlier. There is a 3 min video on his phone of it. He has a tasty dick. We got back outside and he was shaky for the first time. He had truly orgasmed for me and couldn't keep his mouth off of mine. He is still speechless about the encounter. I love how much he was blown away by me. The power of knowing I am truly the best, if only in one persons mind, is infectious.
I've since taken him to the Berkeley kinky munch. He did very well, he sat right behind me the whole time not being able to open his mouth from seer astonishment. He is the classic early 21year old boy, in that his only exposure to kink is porn, and that excites him in ways he can't quite wrap his mind around yet. He is also very much a stoner. Not in that he smokes pot everyday, in that he is the "skater boy stoner". Van wearing, day glow poster, spiky haired film student that has a lava lamp and a layed back attitude on life. It is super cute.
He has a submissive side that I'm breaking him in to, and loves how I can use my teeth. I'm having so much fun breaking this boy in, by just blowing his mind.
We met in class innocently enough, and flirted over a few cigarettes. He gets those bashful puppy dog eyes. Where he can stare right into mine, yet not see a thing. I can just feel his unaltered view of the world in those moments. Having never seen the true grit humanity can inflict on each other. He isn't jaded in any sense. A feeling I can feign well, but will never be able to recapture. He makes me feel like such a cougar.
He had originally gone after another women in our class. Trying to be her savior. I warned him with my own experience, but he had to make his own mistake. I made it very clear that I had saved myself, thank you. So that thing would not be needed or appreciated by me.
Only after things finally ended with her and he got wise to her tricks, did we start to spend time alone together. By this time I had found a primary, a master I was vieing for and at least one conquest. So certain boundaries were immediately reinforced.
Our first encounter was in a commentary where some stuff wasn't quite working out, but I found how good he is at eating me. Just the right amount of bite for my taste. It was only till later that night when I got him up to the hall way of my place, where I could really take advantage of him. It was quicker than most and marginal in my book. I was quite surprised that it had been his most effective experience to date. I had to restrain myself not to surround him in my arms and say sorry. But I knew we were going to change all that! I took him down in the elevator and stopped it before we hit the bottom. I proceeded to work my magic with my mouth. Something I had only given him a glimpse of earlier. There is a 3 min video on his phone of it. He has a tasty dick. We got back outside and he was shaky for the first time. He had truly orgasmed for me and couldn't keep his mouth off of mine. He is still speechless about the encounter. I love how much he was blown away by me. The power of knowing I am truly the best, if only in one persons mind, is infectious.
I've since taken him to the Berkeley kinky munch. He did very well, he sat right behind me the whole time not being able to open his mouth from seer astonishment. He is the classic early 21year old boy, in that his only exposure to kink is porn, and that excites him in ways he can't quite wrap his mind around yet. He is also very much a stoner. Not in that he smokes pot everyday, in that he is the "skater boy stoner". Van wearing, day glow poster, spiky haired film student that has a lava lamp and a layed back attitude on life. It is super cute.
He has a submissive side that I'm breaking him in to, and loves how I can use my teeth. I'm having so much fun breaking this boy in, by just blowing his mind.
Sunday, May 8, 2011
Mistress Says
This is just the paragraphs my Mistress sends me.
She is such a beautiful writer, so I had to showcase them.
And this is only the beginning.
I think I have finally figured out how to articulate my idea of the theme of our scene ... what my soul is telling me suits you and I! To embrace your seductive feisty nature...how about you are an investigator of the paranormal and spiritual beings and entities with some...organization... and you are supposed to investigate and interrogate me through seduction and your brilliance and wisdom in spiritual knowledge... and you get much more than you bargained for ... and you end up in Mistress Black Widows ( my scene name) spiritual web! Eventually entangled ... and horribly conflicted... I figure it will make any playful attempts at distraction or struggles appropriately enjoyable and highly charged... As well as genuinely celebrating both of our extraordinary beings and experiences throughout the entire scene... firm the beginning to the after care!
Captivate me! I will very much enjoy undressing you to! The theme is essentially reverse interrogation! Or another description would be an interrogation gone awry! A professional seductress getting seduced or A spider caught in a bigger web... I realized that there is a strong possibility our scene will become very sensual very quickly...where the sensations experienced... may end up entirely a fluctuating balance of energetic and spiritual and very sensual and intimated. This doesn't mean there will not be any use of my toys ... especially my riding crop and daggers (hence the theme of the seductress becoming seduced!) I am merely very much aware of the many sadistic healing and intimate and sensual things I want to give you and experience with you already! One thing I have always enjoyed whenever I play is how scene's always ebb and flow.. I am not a control freak... and am most free in energetic chaos...and unknowing...that is where I am most grounded... most free... home ...and I am I already embracing how much you've let me in already... I've been imagining your outfit, your energy, and how your going to interrogate and seduce me. I've even dreamt about our scene. I am so charged up! You are such a beautiful, sexy, vibrant extraordinary woman! It's been an experience observing the exchange of energy between us since Tuesday night! It's as if we're playing with energy and intensity alone! Connected, enticed, beautifully intense! I am extremely honored, grateful and almost completely prepared! You are truly extraordinary Raina! I hope when you come to the awareness in our scene that you are in fact the one being ... questioned ... interrogated... and your seduction and teasing is not only horribly effective but too effective and now you've got yourself in a bit of a bind is as evocative and surprising and twisted and hot...as I've been envisioning! You've let me in so much... into your heart...your spirit...and I have done the same! Only my principal sub and the other woman who would've become my 2nd primary sub have I experienced a similarly intense while entirely individual and uniquely extraordinary... bond, trust, electrifying compatibility... and it is amazing! And this is only the beginning! I am already in awe of you! I am trying to imagine being captivated... reeled in! I am rendered speechless at the images and energies are invoked! The words that come to mind are... Mmmmm! Yummy! and Tasty! the images and energies that spark in my mind and heart and spirit leave me breathless! I speak from my heart and the core of my spirit ...genuinely...earnestly...honestly! Just wait until tomorrow...than you'll experience the magic I can work with my hands...lips...energy...touch...voice...and healing! My words make you quiver? Is it as if I am reaching through my words and comforting, stimulating, and exciting? My principal sub has told me...something similar. You and I are are such a delightful match! I've been feeling your seducing touch through your texts and from your energies since we met! Naturally I am inclined to seduce, tantalize, excite (wrap my energetic hands around your breasts ... or sensually brush your inner thighs) in response...with the unique warm, safe, stimulating tingly sensation as I envelope you with my energetic essence...it is a seductive dance beyond words... and physical limitations...and overlaps into the realms of dream...heals and comforts...and is enhanced a thousand fold when physically together! Hence my nearly melting at Wicked Grounds the other day...and my barely able to contain excitement about playing with you soon! I have only encountered this intensely extraordinary and indescribable integration of energies and spirits with two other woman as you know! And I've played with many people over the years...I rarely am as excited and in awe as I am with you! The mutually revitalizing experience is as extraordinary and extraordinarily rare as you are! I of course can give much much much more! And tonight ... if you well allow me...I will envelope you with my spirit...visit you in your dreams...celebrate you entirely...thoroughly...and if you close your eyes...you will feel my hands massaging...tingling on your breasts...and the safety of a dark ancient cloak...and wings! Nurturing you ...protecting you... empowering...and as you let me in deeper.... I let you deeper into my spirit...my energies...my being .... all that I am! I am so honored! So beyond gratitude! so invigorated! And so very excited! As the night progresses... I will be with you! Nurturing... healing... stimulating...empowering... sending pulses of my unique and intense energies exactly where you need, want and crave... of warm tingly orgasmic pleasure ... safety..care...devotion... and presence...through your spirit... your body...your thoughts! You are safe...Until we play I will be with you energetically...spiritually...as if I am with you physically and substantially until we both arrive at the Play Party tomorrow... and certainly afterwards! I am here! You are so beautiful! So amazing! So sexy! So extraordinary! I will be visiting you in your dreams! You will recognize me as the spiritual being. I am in my many different incarnations... and the familiarity and intensity of my uniquely intense... ancient...and pleasurable energy... sometimes guiding...sometimes protecting... sometimes comforting... sometimes giving you gifts... always giving almost overwhelming pleasure... sensation... and spiritual sensuality throughout!
April 21, 11:20pm
She is such a beautiful writer, so I had to showcase them.
And this is only the beginning.
I think I have finally figured out how to articulate my idea of the theme of our scene ... what my soul is telling me suits you and I! To embrace your seductive feisty nature...how about you are an investigator of the paranormal and spiritual beings and entities with some...organization... and you are supposed to investigate and interrogate me through seduction and your brilliance and wisdom in spiritual knowledge... and you get much more than you bargained for ... and you end up in Mistress Black Widows ( my scene name) spiritual web! Eventually entangled ... and horribly conflicted... I figure it will make any playful attempts at distraction or struggles appropriately enjoyable and highly charged... As well as genuinely celebrating both of our extraordinary beings and experiences throughout the entire scene... firm the beginning to the after care!
Captivate me! I will very much enjoy undressing you to! The theme is essentially reverse interrogation! Or another description would be an interrogation gone awry! A professional seductress getting seduced or A spider caught in a bigger web... I realized that there is a strong possibility our scene will become very sensual very quickly...where the sensations experienced... may end up entirely a fluctuating balance of energetic and spiritual and very sensual and intimated. This doesn't mean there will not be any use of my toys ... especially my riding crop and daggers (hence the theme of the seductress becoming seduced!) I am merely very much aware of the many sadistic healing and intimate and sensual things I want to give you and experience with you already! One thing I have always enjoyed whenever I play is how scene's always ebb and flow.. I am not a control freak... and am most free in energetic chaos...and unknowing...that is where I am most grounded... most free... home ...and I am I already embracing how much you've let me in already... I've been imagining your outfit, your energy, and how your going to interrogate and seduce me. I've even dreamt about our scene. I am so charged up! You are such a beautiful, sexy, vibrant extraordinary woman! It's been an experience observing the exchange of energy between us since Tuesday night! It's as if we're playing with energy and intensity alone! Connected, enticed, beautifully intense! I am extremely honored, grateful and almost completely prepared! You are truly extraordinary Raina! I hope when you come to the awareness in our scene that you are in fact the one being ... questioned ... interrogated... and your seduction and teasing is not only horribly effective but too effective and now you've got yourself in a bit of a bind is as evocative and surprising and twisted and hot...as I've been envisioning! You've let me in so much... into your heart...your spirit...and I have done the same! Only my principal sub and the other woman who would've become my 2nd primary sub have I experienced a similarly intense while entirely individual and uniquely extraordinary... bond, trust, electrifying compatibility... and it is amazing! And this is only the beginning! I am already in awe of you! I am trying to imagine being captivated... reeled in! I am rendered speechless at the images and energies are invoked! The words that come to mind are... Mmmmm! Yummy! and Tasty! the images and energies that spark in my mind and heart and spirit leave me breathless! I speak from my heart and the core of my spirit ...genuinely...earnestly...honestly! Just wait until tomorrow...than you'll experience the magic I can work with my hands...lips...energy...touch...voice...and healing! My words make you quiver? Is it as if I am reaching through my words and comforting, stimulating, and exciting? My principal sub has told me...something similar. You and I are are such a delightful match! I've been feeling your seducing touch through your texts and from your energies since we met! Naturally I am inclined to seduce, tantalize, excite (wrap my energetic hands around your breasts ... or sensually brush your inner thighs) in response...with the unique warm, safe, stimulating tingly sensation as I envelope you with my energetic essence...it is a seductive dance beyond words... and physical limitations...and overlaps into the realms of dream...heals and comforts...and is enhanced a thousand fold when physically together! Hence my nearly melting at Wicked Grounds the other day...and my barely able to contain excitement about playing with you soon! I have only encountered this intensely extraordinary and indescribable integration of energies and spirits with two other woman as you know! And I've played with many people over the years...I rarely am as excited and in awe as I am with you! The mutually revitalizing experience is as extraordinary and extraordinarily rare as you are! I of course can give much much much more! And tonight ... if you well allow me...I will envelope you with my spirit...visit you in your dreams...celebrate you entirely...thoroughly...and if you close your eyes...you will feel my hands massaging...tingling on your breasts...and the safety of a dark ancient cloak...and wings! Nurturing you ...protecting you... empowering...and as you let me in deeper.... I let you deeper into my spirit...my energies...my being .... all that I am! I am so honored! So beyond gratitude! so invigorated! And so very excited! As the night progresses... I will be with you! Nurturing... healing... stimulating...empowering... sending pulses of my unique and intense energies exactly where you need, want and crave... of warm tingly orgasmic pleasure ... safety..care...devotion... and presence...through your spirit... your body...your thoughts! You are safe...Until we play I will be with you energetically...spiritually...as if I am with you physically and substantially until we both arrive at the Play Party tomorrow... and certainly afterwards! I am here! You are so beautiful! So amazing! So sexy! So extraordinary! I will be visiting you in your dreams! You will recognize me as the spiritual being. I am in my many different incarnations... and the familiarity and intensity of my uniquely intense... ancient...and pleasurable energy... sometimes guiding...sometimes protecting... sometimes comforting... sometimes giving you gifts... always giving almost overwhelming pleasure... sensation... and spiritual sensuality throughout!
April 21, 11:20pm
Her Name
Her name rolls off my tongue. Like it had been there always. Just on the edge of it waiting to be found.
She is named by the breath of air she is for me. Filling my lungs fully with the tall glass of water she is.
Airy as the grace she carries herself in on her long gorgeous legs, or as the way she holds those long luscious figures. Elle evated like a good song, or the way she whispers in my ear.
Always surrounded by a fluttering wind, she is with me. I breath her in and feed her soul, by fully enjoying what she is. Knowing and cherishing the most natural of actions to make it more special. She is fed by me for just being me as much as I heal from her. As we dance and grow and vine through each other, I can only call her...
Mistress
She is named by the breath of air she is for me. Filling my lungs fully with the tall glass of water she is.
Airy as the grace she carries herself in on her long gorgeous legs, or as the way she holds those long luscious figures. Elle evated like a good song, or the way she whispers in my ear.
Always surrounded by a fluttering wind, she is with me. I breath her in and feed her soul, by fully enjoying what she is. Knowing and cherishing the most natural of actions to make it more special. She is fed by me for just being me as much as I heal from her. As we dance and grow and vine through each other, I can only call her...
Mistress
Saturday, May 7, 2011
Breaking Her Out
Leanne is a sweet women that I met through the dom I briefly dated. I helped celebrate her birthday, I've gotten to become a part of her support group, and her a needed female energy in my life. She is his secondary. There is some other slight drama here, but I won't go into it. Just know it's there and not a huge deal.
Me and her have been hanging out allot recently, and me being the touchy feeling person I am, have grabbed her by the hips and made her shiver on several occasions. She had specifically made a comment to me that she wanted to top more, and thought it would be easier to do that with a women. I jumped at the opportunity. Our first plans to go to Bondage a Go Go, where too soon and got rain checked. So I gave enough notice for this party and convinced her to go! It was a painting party, the perfect thing for her.
She showed up as this perfect fairy, showing off her hips and the small off her back perfectly. On our way in the weather got colder and as it did I held her tighter to my side. We got there early and where the first ones in the door. The place was gloriously covered with plastic wrapped play areas so paint could be everywhere. She found me a pair of wings to paint. The drive around and the trip into the city was filled with questions of, my favorite colors, animals, patterns and my favorite: symmetrical or asymmetrical? Green, teal and purple, butterflies, polka dots and asymmetrical! We watched a human Spirograph and how she sighed with knowing envy at the rigging and how much her eyes where glued to the whole show was quite extraordinary. You see shes an aerial dancer, and takes to suspension like a fish to water. But that was not really what we where here for.
We ended up finding a more private medical room downstairs. She was quite comfortable having been a nurse for years. She had me lie on my stomach and proceeded with what she knew. An amazing back message and found all my stress points. She picked up her flogger, but didn't use it right away. She messaged and talked to me every once in a while surprising me with the force she had. As we got more into the scene, she asked a particular pointed question: If I was playing with her to get to her boyfriend? If I couldn't play with him would I terminate further playing with her? As she got more comfortable the blows became more frequent. She jumped up on the table. At one point putting her foot on my shoulder blades to keep me down. Always intermittently messaging. She sat on my back several times. As she got on a roll she lost herself in just needing to hit somebody. Forgot who I was. I felt it, that's when I let myself cry. She said that she had had "sex done to her" and we share such experiences. That's what I started to feel and it brought all that up for me. I at that point stopped trying to hold myself back and just balled. She asked if I was okay, and I knew I was. She did switch to biting. She found these two spots on my back, where I hold allot of my stress. She cracked her teeth and then out of nowhere would grab, hang on and after I was already moaning she shook her head around like a rabid dog. She was on top of the table bending over me at this point. She lashed me with her tongue by declaring "I'm not going to fuck you" into my ear. She put down her flogger and got me a glass of water. I quickly got up and started to clean up. And when she came back I voiced the change I had felt. As we went outside to smoke and got further away from the scene, she became more clear in what she had experienced.
Playing with her was something like I haven't experienced before. I wasn't cherished, or loved or even lusted after. All things I know all too well how to handle or thrive in. I was trusted, only after heavy warning. . She is a natural domme, ice queen. I'm left with only few marks and very sore shoulders, and a shaky high. A timidness to go back out into the world, I haven't felt in a long time.
For next time a switch scene.
Me and her have been hanging out allot recently, and me being the touchy feeling person I am, have grabbed her by the hips and made her shiver on several occasions. She had specifically made a comment to me that she wanted to top more, and thought it would be easier to do that with a women. I jumped at the opportunity. Our first plans to go to Bondage a Go Go, where too soon and got rain checked. So I gave enough notice for this party and convinced her to go! It was a painting party, the perfect thing for her.
She showed up as this perfect fairy, showing off her hips and the small off her back perfectly. On our way in the weather got colder and as it did I held her tighter to my side. We got there early and where the first ones in the door. The place was gloriously covered with plastic wrapped play areas so paint could be everywhere. She found me a pair of wings to paint. The drive around and the trip into the city was filled with questions of, my favorite colors, animals, patterns and my favorite: symmetrical or asymmetrical? Green, teal and purple, butterflies, polka dots and asymmetrical! We watched a human Spirograph and how she sighed with knowing envy at the rigging and how much her eyes where glued to the whole show was quite extraordinary. You see shes an aerial dancer, and takes to suspension like a fish to water. But that was not really what we where here for.
We ended up finding a more private medical room downstairs. She was quite comfortable having been a nurse for years. She had me lie on my stomach and proceeded with what she knew. An amazing back message and found all my stress points. She picked up her flogger, but didn't use it right away. She messaged and talked to me every once in a while surprising me with the force she had. As we got more into the scene, she asked a particular pointed question: If I was playing with her to get to her boyfriend? If I couldn't play with him would I terminate further playing with her? As she got more comfortable the blows became more frequent. She jumped up on the table. At one point putting her foot on my shoulder blades to keep me down. Always intermittently messaging. She sat on my back several times. As she got on a roll she lost herself in just needing to hit somebody. Forgot who I was. I felt it, that's when I let myself cry. She said that she had had "sex done to her" and we share such experiences. That's what I started to feel and it brought all that up for me. I at that point stopped trying to hold myself back and just balled. She asked if I was okay, and I knew I was. She did switch to biting. She found these two spots on my back, where I hold allot of my stress. She cracked her teeth and then out of nowhere would grab, hang on and after I was already moaning she shook her head around like a rabid dog. She was on top of the table bending over me at this point. She lashed me with her tongue by declaring "I'm not going to fuck you" into my ear. She put down her flogger and got me a glass of water. I quickly got up and started to clean up. And when she came back I voiced the change I had felt. As we went outside to smoke and got further away from the scene, she became more clear in what she had experienced.
Playing with her was something like I haven't experienced before. I wasn't cherished, or loved or even lusted after. All things I know all too well how to handle or thrive in. I was trusted, only after heavy warning. . She is a natural domme, ice queen. I'm left with only few marks and very sore shoulders, and a shaky high. A timidness to go back out into the world, I haven't felt in a long time.
For next time a switch scene.
Thursday, May 5, 2011
First Play
He picked me up at my place with a plan already brewing.
An amazing cup of coffee and whisked off to Indian Rock. We quickly and easily found an alcove to ourselves and started negotiation. We both like spankings and I got to really warn him on how tight I am. He proceeded with bending me over and testing how much pain I really could take. He was happily surprised, especially after I made it very clear that the first round was child's play. I lost my panties for that. We were caught by some kids and he decided it was lunch time. It is so nice that he took meals into account and made sure I didn't pay for a thing. A man that really knows how to date. And after dating early 20 somethings that have no idea, it was an especially nice change. He brandished my underwear during lunch to see my reaction. I just had to smile, but didn't bat an eye. After a smoke we had 2 options, stay on this side of the bay or go back to his side.
I decided that being a heathanistic Jew was the way to go. So we went to his church. He happens to be the youth group leader for a sponcie of mine, so he has keys to the place. I followed him around the back to see the view and up into this room haphazardly filled with couches. He showed me where my sponcie likes to sit and sat me down on another couch. He wasted little time. I met his favorite paddle, a stingy ping pong thing. And I got to practice counting, which I slipped up once on. He can be incredible distracting. He turned me over and went for my tits, witch can take my less than my ass, and really showed me the advantage of the texture of that paddle. No marks but still just enough to make my nipples sore for days. He ended up making me squirt, a first for me. After witch I got to show off my talents with his dick. I have some amazing shots of me controlling my gag reflex. He has such a beautiful cock. I had previously been worried. His tool curves perfectly upward, in the most delicious way. He left me on the couch and took pictures of his work, me all subbed out, and playing with myself. Before we left I got my panties stuffed deep inside me, they didn't all fit, the one day I didn't wear a thong. As we walked out like nothing had happened, me still floating, I noticed that there had been a yoga class underneath us the whole time.
He dropped me off at a meeting and let me take the underwear out, thank goodness, because I ended up reading in front of the meeting. It was fabulous being all light and airy and extroverted in front of the meeting. Still feeling the extra space created by all that cloth inside me. We had planned on that Friday, and I couldn't wait for what was next.
An amazing cup of coffee and whisked off to Indian Rock. We quickly and easily found an alcove to ourselves and started negotiation. We both like spankings and I got to really warn him on how tight I am. He proceeded with bending me over and testing how much pain I really could take. He was happily surprised, especially after I made it very clear that the first round was child's play. I lost my panties for that. We were caught by some kids and he decided it was lunch time. It is so nice that he took meals into account and made sure I didn't pay for a thing. A man that really knows how to date. And after dating early 20 somethings that have no idea, it was an especially nice change. He brandished my underwear during lunch to see my reaction. I just had to smile, but didn't bat an eye. After a smoke we had 2 options, stay on this side of the bay or go back to his side.
I decided that being a heathanistic Jew was the way to go. So we went to his church. He happens to be the youth group leader for a sponcie of mine, so he has keys to the place. I followed him around the back to see the view and up into this room haphazardly filled with couches. He showed me where my sponcie likes to sit and sat me down on another couch. He wasted little time. I met his favorite paddle, a stingy ping pong thing. And I got to practice counting, which I slipped up once on. He can be incredible distracting. He turned me over and went for my tits, witch can take my less than my ass, and really showed me the advantage of the texture of that paddle. No marks but still just enough to make my nipples sore for days. He ended up making me squirt, a first for me. After witch I got to show off my talents with his dick. I have some amazing shots of me controlling my gag reflex. He has such a beautiful cock. I had previously been worried. His tool curves perfectly upward, in the most delicious way. He left me on the couch and took pictures of his work, me all subbed out, and playing with myself. Before we left I got my panties stuffed deep inside me, they didn't all fit, the one day I didn't wear a thong. As we walked out like nothing had happened, me still floating, I noticed that there had been a yoga class underneath us the whole time.
He dropped me off at a meeting and let me take the underwear out, thank goodness, because I ended up reading in front of the meeting. It was fabulous being all light and airy and extroverted in front of the meeting. Still feeling the extra space created by all that cloth inside me. We had planned on that Friday, and I couldn't wait for what was next.
Tuesday, May 3, 2011
Angel Locket
It turns out me and my Mistress knew each other many years ago, so I had a memory come up that made her say "you where that chick". This will happen to me time to time with others that have hung out on around Berkeley around the time I was there. But this was just a little too coincidental to not take note of. So I shall be writing about how I was the angel locket.
When I was 14 I was running with the wrong crowd, to put it lightly. I found I got things for free because I was cute and well developed. Gnat was no exception. And he had the supply to keep me interested.
He had a sweet squat at the time. A hotel room they had snuck into with TV and an actual bed. At the time he took me there he had just come up on an a good amount of powder and was happy to share. My memory is a little fuzzy, but what I remember is as if there was a camera mounted in the corner. There was another guy on the bed with a broken leg, me in my outfit at the time. A short school girl skirt, five inch filled in black leather wedges and some sort of skin tight top, that showed off my then large c or small d chest. You could also see my ribs and yellow tinted skin, as my Mistress so accurately pointed out. I either passed out, or blocked out what exactly happen, but I was furnished a locket full of the powder we had been talking of all night. It was a small cheep locket. Bronze with a small silver angle relief on it. It was put on a chain and clasped around my neck in a mark of ownership that I did not understand at the time. The next thing I know is we are climbing out a window. I believe that room is still there, but I haven't checked over there in years. I ended up with a button down 70's shirt I wore long after he disappeared from my life, that I got rid of soon after getting sober. I don't know what happened to the locket. I think it fell off one night when I had moved on to another dealer boyfriend.
Me and Gnat had one other experience together that comes to mind. He needed to show me his place under a bridge on campus. A small out cove you can only see from one particular spot on the path above. That I remember more fully. It was daytime and he took me from behind. Though I remember it as if I was a passerby watching from the path above. It was my first introduction with exhibitionism. I've never been back to that place and probably never will. It's hard enough to recapture my disassociation through writing of it, let alone trying to relive it by going back.
When I was 14 I was running with the wrong crowd, to put it lightly. I found I got things for free because I was cute and well developed. Gnat was no exception. And he had the supply to keep me interested.
He had a sweet squat at the time. A hotel room they had snuck into with TV and an actual bed. At the time he took me there he had just come up on an a good amount of powder and was happy to share. My memory is a little fuzzy, but what I remember is as if there was a camera mounted in the corner. There was another guy on the bed with a broken leg, me in my outfit at the time. A short school girl skirt, five inch filled in black leather wedges and some sort of skin tight top, that showed off my then large c or small d chest. You could also see my ribs and yellow tinted skin, as my Mistress so accurately pointed out. I either passed out, or blocked out what exactly happen, but I was furnished a locket full of the powder we had been talking of all night. It was a small cheep locket. Bronze with a small silver angle relief on it. It was put on a chain and clasped around my neck in a mark of ownership that I did not understand at the time. The next thing I know is we are climbing out a window. I believe that room is still there, but I haven't checked over there in years. I ended up with a button down 70's shirt I wore long after he disappeared from my life, that I got rid of soon after getting sober. I don't know what happened to the locket. I think it fell off one night when I had moved on to another dealer boyfriend.
Me and Gnat had one other experience together that comes to mind. He needed to show me his place under a bridge on campus. A small out cove you can only see from one particular spot on the path above. That I remember more fully. It was daytime and he took me from behind. Though I remember it as if I was a passerby watching from the path above. It was my first introduction with exhibitionism. I've never been back to that place and probably never will. It's hard enough to recapture my disassociation through writing of it, let alone trying to relive it by going back.
First Meeting
I was reminiscing about a brief period when I was dating a dangerously charming, polyamorous dom and the stories I love to repeat about our time together. In all there are 3 scenes and one eye opening date. Not much, but more then enough material to write about.
We met how I've met many in my life currently over an online dating site. I messaged him because we matched so well. And he replied with a dating rule he was bond to at the time, that made me just too young for him.
We met for brunch and hit it off. The first thing I noticed was his black and pink hippie shirt and I still have to smile. It by all accounts is one of his favorites. The exact conversation is lost to my memory, but when I explained the one biblical law against body manipulation he checked if I had one. In the old testament the sign of someone being a slave is them having a gold ring in their right ear. The second those words came out of my month he checks, blushes and explains himself. I ended up recounting this many times to friends with the giddy anticipation I had of finally getting a one from him. You see i do have a second hole in my right ear that is rarely filled.
We proceeded to my favorite smoking spot, because I'm a smoker. He proceeded to comment on my legs with an expert hand placed on my knee. And as we walk out that afternoon, he placed a hand on my back right between my shoulder blades to instill confidence and power. I left him floating on a cloud. I knew he was going to be fun.
We met how I've met many in my life currently over an online dating site. I messaged him because we matched so well. And he replied with a dating rule he was bond to at the time, that made me just too young for him.
We met for brunch and hit it off. The first thing I noticed was his black and pink hippie shirt and I still have to smile. It by all accounts is one of his favorites. The exact conversation is lost to my memory, but when I explained the one biblical law against body manipulation he checked if I had one. In the old testament the sign of someone being a slave is them having a gold ring in their right ear. The second those words came out of my month he checks, blushes and explains himself. I ended up recounting this many times to friends with the giddy anticipation I had of finally getting a one from him. You see i do have a second hole in my right ear that is rarely filled.
We proceeded to my favorite smoking spot, because I'm a smoker. He proceeded to comment on my legs with an expert hand placed on my knee. And as we walk out that afternoon, he placed a hand on my back right between my shoulder blades to instill confidence and power. I left him floating on a cloud. I knew he was going to be fun.
Monday, May 2, 2011
Finally Meeting Her
Meeting Angie was not what I expected. It was better.
He came over as the boy I knew him as, and I got to help dress her. She's a size 0 dammit, and her ass looked so good in her jeans. With her tight white shirt and a bra that was too small, she's the lesbian I always knew she could be. She let down her long blond hair and I tied it back with a silk ribbon. I then went to work on her make up. Brightening those baby blues with just the right touch of purple. She was uncomfortable at first with having visible eyebrows at first, but came around to how gorgeous she looked.
We stepped outside into the sun and that girl has a grace that I could never match. She glides along and knows exactly how to hold her long legs, delicate shoulders and ethereal features. She is drop dead gorgeous. We went out to the city and with her on my arm, I was a lucky dyke indeed!
He came over as the boy I knew him as, and I got to help dress her. She's a size 0 dammit, and her ass looked so good in her jeans. With her tight white shirt and a bra that was too small, she's the lesbian I always knew she could be. She let down her long blond hair and I tied it back with a silk ribbon. I then went to work on her make up. Brightening those baby blues with just the right touch of purple. She was uncomfortable at first with having visible eyebrows at first, but came around to how gorgeous she looked.
We stepped outside into the sun and that girl has a grace that I could never match. She glides along and knows exactly how to hold her long legs, delicate shoulders and ethereal features. She is drop dead gorgeous. We went out to the city and with her on my arm, I was a lucky dyke indeed!
Friday, April 29, 2011
Falling
A quick background: I've been dating this guy for not particularly long. I had just fallen into a poly situation and was looking for a primary. He's sweet, super geeky and so vanilla. He is fine with me being me and getting what I need. Even though he has no interest in the queer kinky lifestyle I've become so accustomed to. He's so much smarter than me, yet he loves even my slightest smile. In the first few weeks of us dating I could of sworn, I could have farted around him and he would have thought it was the curtest thing ever.
All this is to say I really didn't expect to be falling so completely for him. We actually got to spend the night alone, in a bed like a real couple for the first time and cuddled and talked all night. About who we are, why we are that way. Exes, family and experience. And of course had some amazing vanilla sex. We fit together like we where made for each other. In so many ways.
I'm actually having that feeling that I could comfortably and happily be with him for some time. That butterflies, ohh moment, that I chose better than i had thought. I really wasn't expecting any of that, not this late in the game. That usually happens to me right away. But this time it's less of an upheaval and more of a small slide. It's yummy and sweet. And totally uncharacteristic. For both of us. It's nice.
All this is to say I really didn't expect to be falling so completely for him. We actually got to spend the night alone, in a bed like a real couple for the first time and cuddled and talked all night. About who we are, why we are that way. Exes, family and experience. And of course had some amazing vanilla sex. We fit together like we where made for each other. In so many ways.
I'm actually having that feeling that I could comfortably and happily be with him for some time. That butterflies, ohh moment, that I chose better than i had thought. I really wasn't expecting any of that, not this late in the game. That usually happens to me right away. But this time it's less of an upheaval and more of a small slide. It's yummy and sweet. And totally uncharacteristic. For both of us. It's nice.
Monday, April 25, 2011
First Experience
I had been dipping my toes in at Bondage a Go Go and my roommate decided to go to the Power Exchange with her boyfriend and of course thought of me.
So I grabbed a friend and we where on our way.
My roommate and her boyfriend lasted 20min and left.
I on the other hand immediately gravitated to the several crosses and especially the stage down stairs with a couple of horses behind a long set of huge windows, downstairs. The only things missing was a dom and some toys.
I was in luck a few doms showed up and set up in my favorite room. Put chains over the entrances and everything. When i found them they had their tool box open and where happily talking to two other women. I went right up and asked as politely as possible to be beaten. They happily let me and my friend in.
He sat down on the throne to have a up front seat and i took my place in front of the cross.
"Mr. Good times" started slowly but quickly got harder. He kept checking in to see if i was okay. I was up there for an hour. Spanking and Flogging and spanking and flogging. My legs where shaking in Ecstasy when i felt something drop in me and when i opened my eyes to take a look at the huge crowd that had gathered behind the windows, my vision started to fuzz. I asked for water and got sat down. This had just happened recently to me after giving blood.
It was amazing, though i didn't pain orgasm that time, my ass was a purple for days and a gorgeous sunset for 2 weeks after. That was the first bdsm experience i had and right away people where in awe that i had the balls even though it was my first time to that club and how much i could take. As well as being shown off to a crowd. It has definitely foreshadowed my favorites in the scene since. I don't do anything small. I jump in feet first, find I'm in over my head and then learn to swim.
So I grabbed a friend and we where on our way.
My roommate and her boyfriend lasted 20min and left.
I on the other hand immediately gravitated to the several crosses and especially the stage down stairs with a couple of horses behind a long set of huge windows, downstairs. The only things missing was a dom and some toys.
I was in luck a few doms showed up and set up in my favorite room. Put chains over the entrances and everything. When i found them they had their tool box open and where happily talking to two other women. I went right up and asked as politely as possible to be beaten. They happily let me and my friend in.
He sat down on the throne to have a up front seat and i took my place in front of the cross.
"Mr. Good times" started slowly but quickly got harder. He kept checking in to see if i was okay. I was up there for an hour. Spanking and Flogging and spanking and flogging. My legs where shaking in Ecstasy when i felt something drop in me and when i opened my eyes to take a look at the huge crowd that had gathered behind the windows, my vision started to fuzz. I asked for water and got sat down. This had just happened recently to me after giving blood.
It was amazing, though i didn't pain orgasm that time, my ass was a purple for days and a gorgeous sunset for 2 weeks after. That was the first bdsm experience i had and right away people where in awe that i had the balls even though it was my first time to that club and how much i could take. As well as being shown off to a crowd. It has definitely foreshadowed my favorites in the scene since. I don't do anything small. I jump in feet first, find I'm in over my head and then learn to swim.
A Quick Word on Trans
You know how when you walk in to a boy's room, you can smell boy? A mix of old socks and lots of jizz.
And when you walk into a girl's room, it's definitely girl? A sweet, and musty mix of panties and toys.
Well whenever I've walked into a trans' person's room, I can smell it. It's a distinct high pitched smell of spicyness mixed with a knock your socks off amount of pure pheromones. I in particular love that smell. My exes room smelled of it with a mix of oldspice. My best girl friend smells of it, and we talked about it the first time we met. How she reminded me of my ex when I closed my eyes. Call it a fetish or what have you, but everyone I've met who is 20 something and transitioning has this smell. And it's not a bad thing.
I had to write this because I was received really badly by a women at a play party Friday, when I expressed to her my feeling on such matters. She found it creepy, that all trans people had special appeal or something. When though I do find that was not the point to my sharing this with her. I still feel guilty for bringing her down though. Everyone else who I've expressed this to had received it appreciatively, never poorly. So it through me for a loop. I'm sure there is some biology behind it as well. But I've yet to find the writing to prove that. Just needed to put that out there. And if you don't like it, it's just my opinion and my findings. You are aloud to have a totally different experience, but don't judge mine!
And when you walk into a girl's room, it's definitely girl? A sweet, and musty mix of panties and toys.
Well whenever I've walked into a trans' person's room, I can smell it. It's a distinct high pitched smell of spicyness mixed with a knock your socks off amount of pure pheromones. I in particular love that smell. My exes room smelled of it with a mix of oldspice. My best girl friend smells of it, and we talked about it the first time we met. How she reminded me of my ex when I closed my eyes. Call it a fetish or what have you, but everyone I've met who is 20 something and transitioning has this smell. And it's not a bad thing.
I had to write this because I was received really badly by a women at a play party Friday, when I expressed to her my feeling on such matters. She found it creepy, that all trans people had special appeal or something. When though I do find that was not the point to my sharing this with her. I still feel guilty for bringing her down though. Everyone else who I've expressed this to had received it appreciatively, never poorly. So it through me for a loop. I'm sure there is some biology behind it as well. But I've yet to find the writing to prove that. Just needed to put that out there. And if you don't like it, it's just my opinion and my findings. You are aloud to have a totally different experience, but don't judge mine!
Thursday, April 21, 2011
My Mistress
This is an ongoing love story, so i will be adding to it.
We only met a few days ago and clicked almost immediately. The second i sat down she felt a spark of interest that she hasn't felt in a long time. We ended up talking for over 3 hours, mostly her because i was so speechless just being in her presence. She is presous as she has to explain things till it sounds right to her, even though her pauses and thinking has me get what she is trying to get across much before she actually finds the right words.
We've been almost non stop texting ever since about the scene we are planning this weekend. And what a writer she is, she can make me do a happy dance in just a few sentences. As well as being perpetually speechless when ever we talk. I can't wait till tomorrow.
We only met a few days ago and clicked almost immediately. The second i sat down she felt a spark of interest that she hasn't felt in a long time. We ended up talking for over 3 hours, mostly her because i was so speechless just being in her presence. She is presous as she has to explain things till it sounds right to her, even though her pauses and thinking has me get what she is trying to get across much before she actually finds the right words.
We've been almost non stop texting ever since about the scene we are planning this weekend. And what a writer she is, she can make me do a happy dance in just a few sentences. As well as being perpetually speechless when ever we talk. I can't wait till tomorrow.
Wednesday, April 20, 2011
Exhabishonist Evolution
So I started in the usual way.
Sex in cars because we couldn't bring each other back to our respective parent's houses.
Actually come to think of it I started way before that. Sex outdoors was a common occurrence around my favorite punk rock venue, the infamous Gilman. So i am no stranger to back alley ways and sketchy corners in the dark. But that was all just childes play.
Dating and living with a family, don't go together very smoothly. Especially when i need to figure out if they are good in the sack early on, just for my own notes. That just happens to be a big sticking point of mine. (pun completely intended)
So it's been an interesting challenge to over come. Sneaking around at conferences in hotels has always been fun. One year i snuck around with someone on the security detail, we ended up finding a random supply closet after 2 other thorted attempts that night. Just the adrenaline rush of having to be secret is infectious.
I further progressed to my favorite spot at night in Tilden. there is a great park bench up there that it seems that the headlights from the road can see you, but actually they cannot. I could write a whole posting on sex in Tilden. And then back to the classic car sex. Except mine is nothing but classic. I'm quite proud that i fit almost perfectly between driver and steering wheel. But alas another posting to recount those experiences.
This all brings us to this last weekend...
When i met this guy i popped his exhibitionist cherry. I was walking back to bart and took him up a stairwell I've had my eye on. He ended up giggling the whole time. It was super cute. He's really vanilla and I'm 82 percent dark chocolate gelato and he is okay with that, but has no interest. So long story short we are always making some sort of public scene because we just can't keep our hands off each other.
This weekend was extra extraordinary though, in just the lengths we will go to get into each other's pants.
We started on the bart into the city. We found a deserted train and proceeded to make sure my underwear was off by the time we got to his stop. Even walking to his place we had to stop every couple off feet to kiss. We both were so ready to rip our close off we eyed every alleyway and driveway on the way. We decided to take the park short cut and after jilling off while laying across his lap i went fishing for his aching need. He not too long after i had him down my throat hunched over because a group of people walked by our lonely park bench. I quickly jumped on his lap to cover things up, while he proceeded to act suspicious. Once they where out of earshot he did make a comment that it was oddly thrilling to be caught. I'm slowly corrupting him!
I finally got him right where i wanted him only after we got back to his place.
The mission on a Sunday morning is a fun place to tease each other while book shopping. Getting him cornered and rubbing up against him. Or just grabbing him to kiss him. Except he is starting to know my buttons. Palming my ass, or brushing over my nipples. Paton's Gate is a great place to go outside and still privately make out, besides it having a unicorn head! At one point he sat down on the floor to check out the bottom row of books, and ran a hand up my legs. We were even called cute!
So eventually we got back to my place, and while on bart i was discreetly called a whore by another passenger because i was sitting on his lap. I all could think is "you have no idea how right you are, but I'm a happy one!" I decided to embody my namesake, Bat Sheva, and take him up to the roof of my apartment. It was broad day light and the top of my building is not very high up, many of the buildings around can see right to the top on mine, and the parking lot below can see you if your not laying down. All to say we were so out in the open and yet completely alone. I neglected to remember how thin the roof is and was interrupted by a roommate. I still blush just thinking of the aftermath.
I recently took another boyfriend to my favorite stairwell and we were not only walked up on, but the guy wanted to sit down and watch. As he walked away he had to exclaim it had been a decade since he had gotten any. Now i understand that behavior and even expect it in the Power Exchange but not in a semi-private stairwell. We quickly bounce and finished up in my elevator, you got to love an old seventy's, avocado colored elevator that i can stop wherever i so please!
Sex in cars because we couldn't bring each other back to our respective parent's houses.
Actually come to think of it I started way before that. Sex outdoors was a common occurrence around my favorite punk rock venue, the infamous Gilman. So i am no stranger to back alley ways and sketchy corners in the dark. But that was all just childes play.
Dating and living with a family, don't go together very smoothly. Especially when i need to figure out if they are good in the sack early on, just for my own notes. That just happens to be a big sticking point of mine. (pun completely intended)
So it's been an interesting challenge to over come. Sneaking around at conferences in hotels has always been fun. One year i snuck around with someone on the security detail, we ended up finding a random supply closet after 2 other thorted attempts that night. Just the adrenaline rush of having to be secret is infectious.
I further progressed to my favorite spot at night in Tilden. there is a great park bench up there that it seems that the headlights from the road can see you, but actually they cannot. I could write a whole posting on sex in Tilden. And then back to the classic car sex. Except mine is nothing but classic. I'm quite proud that i fit almost perfectly between driver and steering wheel. But alas another posting to recount those experiences.
This all brings us to this last weekend...
When i met this guy i popped his exhibitionist cherry. I was walking back to bart and took him up a stairwell I've had my eye on. He ended up giggling the whole time. It was super cute. He's really vanilla and I'm 82 percent dark chocolate gelato and he is okay with that, but has no interest. So long story short we are always making some sort of public scene because we just can't keep our hands off each other.
This weekend was extra extraordinary though, in just the lengths we will go to get into each other's pants.
We started on the bart into the city. We found a deserted train and proceeded to make sure my underwear was off by the time we got to his stop. Even walking to his place we had to stop every couple off feet to kiss. We both were so ready to rip our close off we eyed every alleyway and driveway on the way. We decided to take the park short cut and after jilling off while laying across his lap i went fishing for his aching need. He not too long after i had him down my throat hunched over because a group of people walked by our lonely park bench. I quickly jumped on his lap to cover things up, while he proceeded to act suspicious. Once they where out of earshot he did make a comment that it was oddly thrilling to be caught. I'm slowly corrupting him!
I finally got him right where i wanted him only after we got back to his place.
The mission on a Sunday morning is a fun place to tease each other while book shopping. Getting him cornered and rubbing up against him. Or just grabbing him to kiss him. Except he is starting to know my buttons. Palming my ass, or brushing over my nipples. Paton's Gate is a great place to go outside and still privately make out, besides it having a unicorn head! At one point he sat down on the floor to check out the bottom row of books, and ran a hand up my legs. We were even called cute!
So eventually we got back to my place, and while on bart i was discreetly called a whore by another passenger because i was sitting on his lap. I all could think is "you have no idea how right you are, but I'm a happy one!" I decided to embody my namesake, Bat Sheva, and take him up to the roof of my apartment. It was broad day light and the top of my building is not very high up, many of the buildings around can see right to the top on mine, and the parking lot below can see you if your not laying down. All to say we were so out in the open and yet completely alone. I neglected to remember how thin the roof is and was interrupted by a roommate. I still blush just thinking of the aftermath.
I recently took another boyfriend to my favorite stairwell and we were not only walked up on, but the guy wanted to sit down and watch. As he walked away he had to exclaim it had been a decade since he had gotten any. Now i understand that behavior and even expect it in the Power Exchange but not in a semi-private stairwell. We quickly bounce and finished up in my elevator, you got to love an old seventy's, avocado colored elevator that i can stop wherever i so please!
Monday, April 18, 2011
Backpacks the new Toybox
So this has been on my mind for a while now. It seems no matter who I'm with these days it involves some sort of backpack. From the kinksters, to the trannies, to the dykes. Weather it be in their home or in the middle of the woods it is a backpack that has the toys.
Each backpack comes with a different level of theatrics when presented and each a unique set of toys.
I'm going to organize them by the gender spectrum. Closest to the male end of the spectrum to closer to the female end of the spectrum. I will not be writing about straight females because I have no experience in how they fuck and have not been in bed with one for a very long time.
Hetero male kinksters (doms and tops, submissives don't need their own toys)
though he is proud of his toys he doesn't flaunt it. He uses a backpack as necessity, he is on a bike or lives in his car. It is a overly complicated bag for it's actual uses and he chooses carefully what goes in it, when he has the time. He makes sure him partner is set and not going to move (weather that be to bind her or instruct her) and quickly slips off for this things, not making to big a deal out of that process it's self. He usually sets up what he intends to use and play with before even starting to implement his plans so everything is easily accessible and disturbs the flow as little as possible. When there is a break from the action it will be his choose not a effort to reload.
Trans men (female to male)
their backpack is in a prominent or easily accessible place from their bed. It shyly needs to stay closely by their side. Everything stays in the magical treasure chest until it is time to be used. Everyone of their toys stay here and go back in as soon as possible. Though there are varying sizes and shapes you are most likely to be presented with the biggest one that is closest to his skin color the first time you see his pride and joy. His real genitals if he where to have been born with them. He has also slipped into his most comfortable harness as gracefully as possible, all without you looking until he is complete. He comes back into bed cocky (pun intended) and wanting to show off. Everyone of his movements are centered around his crotch now just so you don't forget what he's packing. Each time any other thing is needed though it is in arms reach it is a scramble to get it and a victory once gotten. But the bag stays closed so you will never know what tricks remain up his sleeve.
Hardcore Butch Dykes
She keeps hers close at hand, but hidden. It is the only plain, non decrepit black backpack she owns. It is not a full bag, but they are all favorites. She might even name it. Size is not an option, though color is here. And there is only one harness all ready sized for her. She may ruffle through the bag for a second, but she knows exactly what she is looking for and smiles too herself with her plans for you. She is quiet and graceful about her toy bag, this all being a well practiced dance to her. She slips into her selections and instructs you in a nonchalant matter. She just happens to be wearing a dick. This process is like the most natural thing to her. This whole process takes about 15secounds and is quite forgettable, just as she would prefer it.
So those are some generalizations based on my experiences.
Each backpack comes with a different level of theatrics when presented and each a unique set of toys.
I'm going to organize them by the gender spectrum. Closest to the male end of the spectrum to closer to the female end of the spectrum. I will not be writing about straight females because I have no experience in how they fuck and have not been in bed with one for a very long time.
Hetero male kinksters (doms and tops, submissives don't need their own toys)
though he is proud of his toys he doesn't flaunt it. He uses a backpack as necessity, he is on a bike or lives in his car. It is a overly complicated bag for it's actual uses and he chooses carefully what goes in it, when he has the time. He makes sure him partner is set and not going to move (weather that be to bind her or instruct her) and quickly slips off for this things, not making to big a deal out of that process it's self. He usually sets up what he intends to use and play with before even starting to implement his plans so everything is easily accessible and disturbs the flow as little as possible. When there is a break from the action it will be his choose not a effort to reload.
Trans men (female to male)
their backpack is in a prominent or easily accessible place from their bed. It shyly needs to stay closely by their side. Everything stays in the magical treasure chest until it is time to be used. Everyone of their toys stay here and go back in as soon as possible. Though there are varying sizes and shapes you are most likely to be presented with the biggest one that is closest to his skin color the first time you see his pride and joy. His real genitals if he where to have been born with them. He has also slipped into his most comfortable harness as gracefully as possible, all without you looking until he is complete. He comes back into bed cocky (pun intended) and wanting to show off. Everyone of his movements are centered around his crotch now just so you don't forget what he's packing. Each time any other thing is needed though it is in arms reach it is a scramble to get it and a victory once gotten. But the bag stays closed so you will never know what tricks remain up his sleeve.
Hardcore Butch Dykes
She keeps hers close at hand, but hidden. It is the only plain, non decrepit black backpack she owns. It is not a full bag, but they are all favorites. She might even name it. Size is not an option, though color is here. And there is only one harness all ready sized for her. She may ruffle through the bag for a second, but she knows exactly what she is looking for and smiles too herself with her plans for you. She is quiet and graceful about her toy bag, this all being a well practiced dance to her. She slips into her selections and instructs you in a nonchalant matter. She just happens to be wearing a dick. This process is like the most natural thing to her. This whole process takes about 15secounds and is quite forgettable, just as she would prefer it.
So those are some generalizations based on my experiences.
Friday, April 15, 2011
Finding His Vagina
I've been seeing a transexual for a little while now. He identifies as a lesbian, but is happy with his male body. He dose have an alter ego that is a female, that i quickly found out about the first time we met, and she made me fall for him even more.
The first time i was with him i could feel his lushous hips, and the swell of his thighs that are not really there. He's a lanky little white boy, but those aspects of his body where there because of Angie. She's a gorgous, yummy, curvy, blond diva and he is a sweet, adhd, super neerdy, stoner that loves hulusinagenics. I love it!
So i remember when i first found it, i was exploring his body with my eyes closed and instinctively went to where the yummy folds and depths of him would be. I went to the base of his cock and just dug my tounge in and started going at it. Much like i had done so many times with my girlfriends. At first i heard a giggle and then slow deep moans, oohs and ahhs she couldn't hold back. She started to lift her pelvis tword my face and grind into my tounge. I could feel her legs shake with the waves of pleasure. All things he never did when i just sucked his cock. The whole time he never got hard, but i slowly brought him to that place i know and love. I kept going till he screamed my name and the little tremors through her thighs became a full on body earthquake.
He layed there head swimming amazed that i actally found that sweet spot. We cuddled, her catching my breath responding to every slight movement of my fingers across her body, as i delighted in knowing exactly how he felt in that moment and that i was the one to bring her there for the first time. I conjoled him to step outside for a cigarette and watched his after tremors cascade through her jellow legs. As we talked about how he knew it was theoretically possible, but had never tested it and i teased him about being unabashidly on cloud nine, I felt victorious and gracious that i got to share this experience with her.
We have since had lots of sex. Ranging from the all night long vanilla sessions with his amazing large cock, having me beg for mercy. To me enjoying her body, just because i can feel it. And combinations of the two. I can't wait to take her out as my girlfriend instead of just another boy i'm fucking, but that will be another story!
The first time i was with him i could feel his lushous hips, and the swell of his thighs that are not really there. He's a lanky little white boy, but those aspects of his body where there because of Angie. She's a gorgous, yummy, curvy, blond diva and he is a sweet, adhd, super neerdy, stoner that loves hulusinagenics. I love it!
So i remember when i first found it, i was exploring his body with my eyes closed and instinctively went to where the yummy folds and depths of him would be. I went to the base of his cock and just dug my tounge in and started going at it. Much like i had done so many times with my girlfriends. At first i heard a giggle and then slow deep moans, oohs and ahhs she couldn't hold back. She started to lift her pelvis tword my face and grind into my tounge. I could feel her legs shake with the waves of pleasure. All things he never did when i just sucked his cock. The whole time he never got hard, but i slowly brought him to that place i know and love. I kept going till he screamed my name and the little tremors through her thighs became a full on body earthquake.
He layed there head swimming amazed that i actally found that sweet spot. We cuddled, her catching my breath responding to every slight movement of my fingers across her body, as i delighted in knowing exactly how he felt in that moment and that i was the one to bring her there for the first time. I conjoled him to step outside for a cigarette and watched his after tremors cascade through her jellow legs. As we talked about how he knew it was theoretically possible, but had never tested it and i teased him about being unabashidly on cloud nine, I felt victorious and gracious that i got to share this experience with her.
We have since had lots of sex. Ranging from the all night long vanilla sessions with his amazing large cock, having me beg for mercy. To me enjoying her body, just because i can feel it. And combinations of the two. I can't wait to take her out as my girlfriend instead of just another boy i'm fucking, but that will be another story!
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