Monthly Archive for September, 2007

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Sometimes Shy Slut

I arrived at the front door to MasterDoc’s building and there was a man there buzzing one of the apartments. I thought to myself that the buzzer was in the vicinity of MasterDoc’s and wondered if this man was going to his apartment too. I got buzzed in and the man followed and we waited for the elevator. Some idle chit chat about the slowness of the elevator was exchanged but I shyly didn’t look at the man while talking. Eventually I gave up on the elevator and started up the stairs, the man followed. As I get to the door the man says, “Ah so we’re going to the same place.” I said that I figured that we might be. And soon the door was answered and we both go in.

There on the sofa is another man – so there was going to be two men today. I still had no idea if they were going to fuck me or just watch MasterDoc dom me. I got a little nervous but I wasn’t shaking like I was on Thursday night. I think in very little time I’ll stop being so nervous. It’s a strange mixture of excitement and nerves anyway. Once I’m stripped naked and being dommed I feel much less nervous than I do at the outset. (Still a little nervous, for some unknown reason especially when I’m left to play with myself in full view of someone. This time MasterDoc let me have a toy and that helped. I don’t masturbate with my hands so I don’t really get that hot from playing with myself with just my hands. I guess I discovered vibrators too early. *grin* I found my parents’ vibrator as a snooping pre-teen and I’d wash it off carefully, put some batteries in and masturbate while everyone was out of the house. Then I’d carefully wash it again and put it back in my mother’s dresser drawer.)

I went to the kitchen to get a drink and MasterDoc’s lovely roommate (a former sub of his) pointed out that there’s soda when it turned out the water pitcher was nearly empty. She went to fill the pitcher for me and I was grateful as I was nervous and eager to see what was going to happen to me that morning.

I went into the living room and MasterDoc introduced me to the two men: D., an African-American man around my age, and J. a caucasian man probably in his 50′s. I figure that odds are they’re there to watch rather than fuck, but this gets confirmed early on. (Phew!) MasterDoc mentions that I’m nervous and D. asks ‘why, hasn’t she ever done a show before?’ And MasterDoc was forced to admit that yes, I have, but since I’m not told ahead of time what’s going to go on for all I know they’re there to gang fuck me up the ass, and that D. just gave away the situation. I was relieved. lol I know I can handle being put on display. MasterDoc paddled my ass a bit and then had me take my pants off – revealing sheer mesh panties I hadn’t worn for him before. He and the other men appreciated them and so they got left on for a little while. More spanking and paddling and a bit of the riding crop and my ass gets red (or so I’m told and can feel).

By now my tits are hanging out of my shirt and bra and the panties have come off. I’m told to lay on my back and MasterDoc hands me the blindfold. I cover my eyes and my thighs get slapped. Soon I have hot wax dripped on me, stinging and burning. My nipples are encased in wax, MasterDoc has me stick my tongue out so he can dribble wax on my face (which apparently looks like cum on my face), he drips it on that very sensitive inner thigh area. I find that even after he’s stopped, the wax on my thighs still feels like it’s burning (I think the skin got sensitive and irritated). I twitch slightly from the still burning sensation. He asks me if I can guess what’s coming next, and I figure it’s probably the TENS unit and I figure right. One nipple gets wired up and it hurts like the dickens as MasterDoc demonstrates the pain producing capacity of the unit. He attaches the other set to my pussy and sometimes turns them both up at once, sometimes alternates. Even though it really hurts (perhaps because it really hurts?) I like the TENS unit. I may be more into pain than I like to admit. I think it depends on the type of pain. I find that I have a harder time with stinging sensations than something thuddy or the electrical stimulation. While I like stinging too I can’t seem to take as much. (And the stinging slaps to my thighs seems to be what bruises me the easiest.)

The blindfold comes off and I’m told to turn myself so my cunt is facing the two guests and play with myself. I feel shy when it gets to this point, but since MasterDoc let me have a toy to play with I do get aroused and get myself to the point of nearly coming. He leaves the room for a second and I’m told to look the two men in the eye while I play with myself, to show them how much I want to cum. Again, with the shyness, but I battle with myself to follow my orders. MasterDoc comes back and I continue to play with myself. I’m told to let him know when I’m about to cum and before long I’m asking permission to come. The three men decide that I should wait a bit longer so I do my best to keep myself on the edge. Finally MasterDoc tells me I can come and after a couple of seconds I do (sometimes it’s hard to come on command. I work so hard at not coming that switching gears can be difficult). MasterDoc fingers me a bit and I come harder, making an awful racket as I’m prone to do. *grin*

Time is running out (both our visitors have to go by a certain time) so MasterDoc tries to figure out what to do in the remaining minutes. He has me suck his cock, all the while looking at both gentlemen on the couch. I feel shy when told to look at the men, but of course I do as I’m told. MasterDoc decides to fuck me, and so I’m on my knees, head down, on the floor with MasterDoc fucking me while the men get ready to leave. Lovely roommate shows the men to the door as I moan and enjoy the fucking I’m getting.

We take a break and order lunch. Lovely roommate (yes, she needs a better pseudonym for this blog – I’m open to suggestions!) goes to pick up lunch while I get a quick shower in with MasterDoc. The three of us hang out and eat and talk. It’s not quite time for me to go (or to clean up – it’s my job now to make sure I clean everything up before I leave as MasterDoc has forgotten a few times) so MasterDoc tosses me the vibrator and tells me to get myself ready to be fucked in a very short period of time. Uh, yeah, no pressure. lol I do get turned on but it still hurts when he starts to fuck me (I think the instead cup inside me was part of the issue, it gets shoved around in there and I think it gets uncomfortable) but while it hurts it also feels good so I just focus on the good feelings. (And the more he does it the better it feels and the less it hurts.) I look deep into his eyes as he fucks me and I just love being his dirty little slut. I moan and yearn to come. After making me wait a while he lets me come and I’m a very happy girl. (Meanwhile Lovely Roommate stays in the room on her computer while we fuck, but she leaves before we get to the cuddling. Lovely Roommate is being faithful to her long distance boyfriend, so alas she’s not getting any sex just now.)

We cuddle a little bit and I could just stay there for another hour and cuddle. But I have to get moving and I clean the living room up and get dressed. As I kiss MasterDoc goodbye he hands me some money from this morning’s show. Yippee! And I head out with Lovely Roommate to drive her to school on my way to work.

I’m exhausted by this time, but it’s a good tired. I got a cup of coffee once I got into work to help perk me up. *grin*

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Busy Girl

So you know about my date on Saturday and time spent with Davey that night. The next day, I saw N. for the first time in a few weeks. Funny thing is, I’m the only woman who’s regularly seeing him now. lol I think he’ll behave much better now about making plans with me (he’s gotten better about not leaving me hanging). He’s managed to mess things up with the other woman he had been seeing regularly. At any rate, he’s got a few first dates under his belt, he’s just not sure if they’ll pan out long term.

While he sometimes annoys me (I don’t think he appreciates me as much as he should), other times I really enjoy spending time with him. He’s a libertarian like MasterDoc and now that MasterDoc has been lecturing me on economics I’m better prepared to have conversations about politics. And I do like having intelligent conversations with people. Well that and fucking them, of course. We fooled around a bit and then ended up hanging out and talking some more, then he suggested going for a walk but I suggested getting naked again. (Yes, I know, brilliant thinking on my part. You’d think the man would have been the one to think of it.) As is usual our “date” consisted of some eating (lots of lovely nibbly things he had at the house) and some sex. Food and fucking – the two things that keep me happy. The fucking was enjoyable as always and for the first time he came. Something I’ve noticed about older men is that it’s not as easy for them to come as it is for young guys, but this is definitely a perk (for me, maybe not as much for them). In the months I’ve been fucking N. he hadn’t come once until this past Sunday. It was so nice to experience him coming for a change. I can be a little selfish in bed (yes, I admit it, bad girl), but ultimately I really want my partners to feel good too. Orgasms are so easy for me, but I want to make sure my partners get to have them too. He came very loudly and dramatically and it was satisfying to finally have that happen. He was spent enough to doze off for a few minutes afterward. I just relaxed, cuddled up to him, thinking that I needed to get going as I had promised the evening to Davey. (The weekend flew by so fast since I was so busy! And I must say that I’m a lucky girl to have all these lovers in my life right now. I’m having a blast!)

I don’t know how I managed to get so busy. I mean, here’s the lover tally just now – Davey, MasterDoc, N., V., (probably very soon) D.S. and I even have an appointment later this month to play with the couple (D. & L.) I sometimes see. I’m running out of days. lol I’m going to start looking forward to the days without sex because I’ll need a break. Hee hee. No, I’m not complaining at all. I feel that I’m a very lucky girl to have so many wonderful people in my life. And I think back to when I was 15, depressed, and convinced that I would spend my life alone. Yes, I was convinced that no one would ever want to be with me. How my life has changed….

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Date

On Saturday I had a date with someone I’ve been talking to for a while now. I briefly mentioned D.S. on this blog before, I gave him a shout out once I knew he was reading the blog and I specifically said that he’s not a “judgmental prat” (which we joke about often, but really, he’s not judgmental nor is he a prat). He’s a very sweet, bi, poly, kinky slut not unlike myself. You’ll be surprised to hear that we didn’t have sex on our date, but then I was menstrual like crazy and riding out some miserable cramps. I hardly felt like a sex symbol yesterday. While I don’t mind having sex during my period, I never want it to be the first time I have sex with someone if I can help it. So our date consisted of meeting for lunch then hanging out at his place. We cuddled and kissed and the poor boy was all nervous around me. (Which I have a hard time understanding as I’m extremely laid back when meeting people.) He got very talkative due to being nervous and I did my usual “get really quiet” in response to being nervous. This worked out pretty well actually as he kept conversation going even while I was quiet. We watched some Kids in the Hall and I met his girlfriend when she got home from work. It was a very pleasant date and I look forward to hanging out with him again soon. Such a sweetie.

I got home around dinner time so I could spend some time with Davey. He was unsure if I would be up for some nookie considering how I was feeling (crampy and gross) but since it had been nearly a week since we had sex I wanted to make a point of spending some naked cuddle time with him. I took a shower and put in an instead cup and we had sex. Yay! It was so nice to be naked and pressed up against him. I love him so much.

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More Fun with MasterDoc

On Thursday evening I went to MasterDoc’s place. I had been instructed to look attractive and so I just knew that there would be someone else there, but I had no idea who or how many or what I would be expected to do. He deliberately kept the information totally vague. Not knowing what would transpire left me so nervous my hands were shaking as I did my make up before heading over. I also put on sexy underwear and a garter belt and stockings under a loose tank top and short skirt. I was definitely dressed to be fucked.

I was anxious about getting there on time because I wasn’t sure if we were going to have dinner first, or if someone(s) was(were) going to be there when I got there. I rushed out the door, barely giving Davey a kiss (something I later apologized for). My nerves were undoubtedly heightened by my being premenstrual, as everything I feel is intensified just before my period.

I got there slightly early and just MasterDoc was there. We had some dinner although I was barely hungry due to the nerves. MasterDoc kept looking at me, smiling, which was flattering and unsettling at the same time. I was so nervous! Was he going to dom me in front of a large group? Or give me away to a few guys to be fucked? Not knowing what was going to happen was making me crazy. MasterDoc noticed that my hands were shaking as I poured some water for him and me. He tried to reassure me that I needn’t be nervous.

After dinner we sat in the living room, snuggling a bit. He had me kneel before him and suck his cock, something which always gets me wet. He spanked me a bit and had me lay down on the couch so that he could play with my pussy. Being played with and looked at closely gets me hot. He went down on me a little (something which apparently can be quite controversial in dom circles – should a dominant go down on his submissive? I say that if it turns the dominant on then it’s not inherently a submissive act – the dom should be able to do whatever takes his fancy.) Some of my nerves dissolved as I got turned on. As I was on my knees giving him head, MasterDoc received a phone call, apparently from someone who was coming over. It was a little bit heartening to hear that it was probably just one person he was talking to, but I still didn’t know this for sure. At one point, MasterDoc pondered whether he should leave me clothed or strip me naked and fuck me on the floor. It’s just so hot to know that someone would love to fuck you right then and there, but he decided to keep me clothed for now.

He had me sit in an arm chair and close my eyes as he went to the door. I heard whoever it was show up and I was dying to open my eyes. MasterDoc pondered if he should blindfold me but the other man was agreeable to my being able to see him. And so I was allowed to open my eyes. An average looking, chubby Indian man was sitting on the sofa with MasterDoc. I knew that I would be expected to fuck this guy, and I wasn’t too nervous about that. It’s funny how I was more nervous about the unknown than I was when faced with the idea of what I would actually be asked to do. MasterDoc had me kneel before him and he asked me, “Are you a good girl?”

“Yes, Sir, I’m a good girl.”

“But I don’t want you to be a good girl, I want you to be a filthy slut.” I smiled slightly at this. “Are you a filthy slut?”

“Yes, Sir, I’m a filthy slut.”

After all, my definition of good girl is one who does whatever her dominant wishes her to – including being a filthy slut when it’s expected of her. He had me lay down so that my crotch was facing both of them on the sofa and he had me spread my lips wide. He told me to play with myself, first looking at him, then looking at the other man. I felt all nervous again and kept looking back at MasterDoc because I felt more comfortable looking at him. He’d scold me and get me looking at the other man again. MasterDoc came over to me and slapped me a bit, talking up how wet my cunt was. He had me say that I wanted to be fucked (which I did want) and had me tell the man that I wanted him to fuck me. Soon I was sent off into the bedroom with the man and I was expected to be a fantastic fuck.

This being a new situation, I felt a little unsure how I was supposed to proceed, but I figured undoing the man’s pants and playing with his cock would be a good start. He took his clothes off and moved my head towards his cock. I sucked him for just a short period of time and then he pushed me back onto the bed. He joined me on the bed and fingered my pussy. What a bonus – I got a good orgasm out of it. I was moaning and screaming and it wasn’t even an act. I knew that MasterDoc could hear me in the next room and I hoped that I was pleasing him. The man then put a condom on and told me that the first time he would be quick. He entered me and fucked me for what must’ve been about thirty seconds before he came. And that was that. I thought that perhaps he’d want to fuck me a second time but he had to get going. I followed him out into the living room and MasterDoc shooed me back into the bedroom where I had been previously instructed to play with my pussy. I vaguely heard them talking but I couldn’t make out what was being said for the most part. I waited patiently for my next instructions. The man left and MasterDoc came into the bedroom. Apparently I had done a good job. I was pleased with this. While I’ve fucked strangers before, this was the first time I fucked a stranger I hadn’t chosen myself. And it wasn’t a big deal like you’d imagine it to be. It’s one of those things that society plays up as being so “wrong” and like it would be this big emotional thing to have done it, but it really was a fuck just like any other. (Well, any other anonymous fuck, certainly fucking with someone I care about is different than that. Sex with Davey or MasterDoc is a different situation than fucking a stranger.) MasterDoc joined me on the bed for a little bit of a cuddle and then he had me climb on top of him for a fuck. It was clear that we were both turned on my what I had done at his command – that I had fucked someone else to please MasterDoc. Fucking him felt so good.

Soon we went to have more of the dinner that was only half eaten before, and it was easier for me to eat now that I was no longer nervous. MasterDoc joked that “the next one should be along soon.” But thankfully he was just joking. lol We adjourned to the living room and he was trying to decide what to do with me. We cuddled a bit but then he decided to fuck me on the floor. So I was head down, ass in the air and he fucked me. It felt so incredibly good. I was so turned on by this point. I moaned like crazy, wanting desperately to come, but I wasn’t allowed to. Unfortunately my knee slipped off the mat on the floor and that interrupted the flow of the fucking. So he fingered me to an orgasm and I was left laying on my stomach on the floor, spent. I could hear MasterDoc sit on the sofa behind me but I was told to stay where I was. He must’ve been stroking his cock and I lay there patiently for my next instructions. Soon, he had me come over to him, and lay my face against his thigh. Yes, he was finally going to come on my face. He had me close my eyes so I wouldn’t get shot in the eye and he stroked himself until he had coated my face with this come. After cleaning up, we cuddled some more on the bed.

The cuddling is as much an integral part of an evening with MasterDoc as being slapped around is. I crave both. So we cuddled for a while but unfortunately he had to send me home as I had work the next day and it was getting late. I went home, feeling very much like a happy slut.

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Lovely Day for an Audience

Yesterday, two parts of my sex life came together. V., who you will remember I went to bed with about a week ago, came and watched MasterDoc dom me. As I’ve mentioned she’s interested in kinky stuff, and as MasterDoc and I both like an audience he suggested I invite her some time. I give V. credit for being brave because I would have been every bit as nervous as she was yesterday. We met MasterDoc in a park for some breakfast so that they could meet and V. could see if she was comfortable going to MasterDoc’s apartment. (Can’t blame her, after all she’d never met him and she hasn’t known me long enough to know if she can trust my judgment.) She seemed to be okay with the situation so after some nice chat and food we went to his place.

V. still seemed a bit nervous and she found a place to sit on the floor where she remained fairly glued for much of the day. I don’t remember what order things happened in, but MasterDoc demonstrated a wide variety of activities, from spanking and flogging, to the TENS unit and hot wax. Of course I was the first person naked, as I usually am. I’m pretty comfortable being the naked one. Comes in handy when you’re the sub.

At first I was really turned on by having an audience and from having MasterDoc dom me. But since V. seemed vaguely uncomfortable I didn’t get as worked up about it as I thought I’d be. But on the up side, I mostly enjoyed the pain this time around. My pain tolerance varies from day to day and yesterday it was enjoyable. (Next time it could be pure misery.) Surprisingly I only have one spot of bruising, on my inner thigh, because MasterDoc hit me pretty often with his hand, the floggers, a riding crop, a paddle, etc. It’s not very bad and might even be gone by the time I see him again later this week. My nipples ended up completely covered in wax and for the first time he drizzled hot wax on my outstretched tongue (much less harrowing than you would think, apparently the moisture helps make it less hot). He tried to encourage V. to experiment a little but she was more comfortable observing. He instructed her on the various implements, including safety precautions. Over the course of the day V. confirmed that yes, she’s definitely on the dominant side of things.

We took a break in the afternoon to snack on whatever was in the house. V. remained glued to her spot on the floor. *grin* When she went off to use the bathroom MasterDoc and I got a little cuddling in. (After all, cuddling is a favorite and important part but it’s terribly boring for someone to watch.) It turned out we had a little more time than we thought we were going to have so the doming continued and I lucked out as MasterDoc decided to fuck me. (Oh and he told me that while I was under the impression that his entering me when I’m not quite warmed up and it’s a bit painful was merely incidental, apparently it is deliberate. I have to admit it’s not my favorite thing on the menu as sometimes it leaves me sore.) He finally got V. to participate by playing with my breasts while he fucked me. She also stroked my neck which was absolutely divine. I had a lovely orgasm although unfortunately yet again my muscles contracted hard while MasterDoc was partly pulled out and he ended up with a bent penis when he tried to thrust back. Ow. Not a good accident. But he’s okay.

Apparently MasterDoc has something planned for me one evening later this week. I have little to no idea what, but I’m sure it will be interesting.

After, V. and I spent a little time together, getting something to eat and discussing sex and kink. She met Davey and then caught a train home. Overall it was a tiring day. lol Quite enjoyable, but I was tired and I’m still a little tired today.

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Good news, today was my last therapy session. My therapist and I agree that I’m at a good place now and I’ve worked on everything I wanted to work on so my therapy has been discontinued. Makes me a little nervous to go forward, but of course I felt differently right before therapy today, thinking that I really didn’t want to go because I didn’t have anything to talk about. Whoo hoo! Two years of therapy has come to an end. Here’s to a healthy, strong future.

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White Trash Wedding

On Saturday I went with Davey to his cousin’s wedding. I was feeling a bit tentative about going, because I know that much of his family (including his parents who we were staying with) are very conservative and religious. However, the bride was apparently from the side of the family that’s not so conservative… in fact you could say that her and her friends were pretty “white trash.”

Thankfully the wedding had alcohol and dancing, as I needed a drink after dealing with his parents and relatives. They’re very, very nice people, but his mother is exhausting the way she talks constantly. Also I’m always worried that I need to stick to innocuous topics so I don’t get his parents out of their very limited comfort zone. Thankfully they didn’t say anything to me about Davey and I getting married, because I really couldn’t have held back and not said, “I don’t ever plan to get married.” This would not have sat well with them. His parents don’t drink alcohol (or even cook with it) and they don’t dance, so I felt like a rebel with my one rum and coke at the reception and the time I got up to do the chicken dance with Davey’s Aunt and other attendees. Still, that’s as far as my rebellion gets with them as I really would rather not rock the boat. Davey and I slept on separate floors of their house, and I was totally okay with respecting this choice. They’re the antithesis of me, but I can live and let live as long as they do the same. They’ve gotten more comfortable with me and Davey’s mother actually introduced me as his girlfriend for the first time (although he said that she nearly choked on the words). This is a vast improvement after the looks she was giving me when we got Davey’s stuff from their house when he and I first moved in together. Ooh, if looks could kill!

So the wedding guests… you could say they fell into about three categories. Morbidly obese (one woman was about as big around as she was tall, and she wasn’t short!), young white trash in somewhat-to-very inappropriate clothes for a wedding, and kinda average people. Some (snarky) observations from the crabby librarian:

- tattoos look cool until you’re in a wedding dress. Actually, ultimately no one there had any particularly impressive tattoos, they were all pretty mediocre. If you’re going to ink up your body, why not make sure it’s a work of art?
- wearing a pink polo shirt, high-water linen pants and Timberlands boots with fancy sunglasses is not the look to rock at a wedding. Who the hell did that guy think he was? It was definitely the white trash/ghetto version of “classy.”
- there was a couple there that we were sure had to have a employer/employee relationship… meaning I’m sure if we asked the guy how much for the girl he’d have a quick answer. Now I have nothing against someone earning a few bucks that way, but when you look like a pimp and a hooker at a wedding you really need to re-think your choice of outfits. Her skirt was so short it was nearly a belt, her cheap knit top bared her midriff and she wore stiletto-heeled boots. The African-American guy she was with was dressed in a suit but he also wore a straw hat with a black band… very pimperific. An acceptable look on a street corner, not so acceptable at someone’s wedding.
- I’m wondering if orthodontia hasn’t come to that part of Pennsylvania as the teeth on the guests were something else.
- Guests of a certain age seemed to all have a multitude of children with each other. The groom had his 8 or 9 year old son in the wedding party, then there was the bride’s son with her first baby daddy, who was in attendance with his pregnant girlfriend and their very young son. And also the bride and groom’s daughter they had together two years ago. And these people are maybe in their mid 20′s. I realize that some people think that having a bunch of kids is just wonderful, but I wonder what else they’re doing with their lives besides forgetting the contraceptives and sleeping with each other. I felt like I should hand out condoms and give demonstrations on how to use them.

Ultimately, I survived, and making snarky observations to Davey was how I got through. I kept him laughing through much of the reception.

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