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?'
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Wednesday, June 1, 2011
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!
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.
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