Monthly Archive for March, 2009

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No Worries

Published on March 13, 2009 in analingus, bdsm, D/s, edge play, piss play and trust. 1 Comment

I received a concerned email after my last post, which I understand (and appreciate!) but I want to make sure that everyone realizes I’m okay. Yes, MasterDoc pushes my limits, and yes, I can adamantly say no. The person who wrote was concerned that doing anything for your Dom is a slippery slope, and while with some men it can be, MasterDoc is not going to make me do anything as wrong as hiding bodies or anything like that. (Besides, I have enough of a brain in my head to know that something like murder would land me in jail and NOBODY is worth that shit and no one who loves me would make me do that.) He gradually introduces new things – mostly by introducing the idea at first. He conditions me to get used to these things he wants to do (and again, let me point out that it’s not anything that will bring me or anyone else harm) and eventually introduces them. When I met him I couldn’t picture anyone pissing on me, or me performing analingus, but I’ve experienced both those things now. And you know what? While I still don’t like ass licking, I’ve come to no harm mentally or physically. I don’t crave him peeing on me but the worst part of the situation was that the tub I lay in was cold. Seriously. He’s also never introduced something that he hadn’t mentioned being interested in at the outset. I get fair warning as to what he eventually expects from me… and murder, harm or any sort of crazy thing like that is NOT on the menu. I have time to dig my heels in and say no. And if he were ever to suggest something harmful I would say no and walk away.

Also, for those of you who don’t know MasterDoc you probably don’t realize that a large portion of the time he threatens disgusting things it’s a headfuck. And the headfuck is part of the D/s playing between us. (Sometimes I get really turned on when he scares me, or when he humiliates me. I’m a sick freak, I know. Last night he admitted that his plan (preempted by our playmate canceling for today) was never actually to piss in my mouth. He figured if he threatened it then I’d be over the moon at him simply pissing on me. He’d tell me that I’d better make it convincing that I’m enjoying his pee on me or he’d piss in my mouth then. But he acknowledges that I’m not ready for the mouth pissing thing. I’ve told him it will be quite some time before I am. But he would not be the Dom if he didn’t keep trying to condition me to submit that far. Is this unusual compared to vanilla relationships? Hell yes. But I have developed enough trust and confidence to know he won’t do anything that will truly harm me. Sometimes the headfuck gets me worried, but inevitably he soothes me and lets me know it’s just a headfuck. (For now!) Our relationship is unusual, but it works for us.

While I’m glad and relieved that there will be no pee in my mouth today, unfortunately MasterDoc needed to take some ritalin to get things done (he has ADD) and sex isn’t in the cards for today. I’ve been trying out my new SaSi and a review will come after I feel I’ve given it a fair trial.

He freaks me out but boy does he make me come

Published on March 11, 2009 in cunnilingus, D/s, orgasm on command, piss play, sex, submissive and Uncategorized. 0 Comments

MasterDoc has been trying to get me used to the idea of piss play for a while now. Last night he put on this video because it featured a young lady who seemed happy to get piss in her mouth (I pointed out that she’s getting paid to act like she enjoys it). Rather than making me think that it’s okay for him to piss in my mouth it made me feel freaked out and disgusted. I think pissing in someone’s mouth is so gross. Hey, if it’s your kink more power to you, but it’s not mine. But the complexity of the situation is that as his submissive I want to please him. Letting him piss in my mouth would please him. Now I know that ultimately I won’t be harmed if he does so, so it’s not a question of safety, but still I find the idea revolting. I said a few times last night, “I don’t think I can handle this.” He backed off with the threat of doing it last night, but has left the threat of doing it on Friday, when we have another submissive lady over for play time, hanging over my head. I still don’t think I can handle it. I could scarcely handle watching the video he made me watch last night. I am dreading this and truly freaked out. I started wondering last night if he was deliberately trying to make me dislike him and want to leave him or something. So piss – way low on my list of kinky things we could get up to.

Initially I had a hard time getting aroused last night because I kept dwelling on the idea of him pissing in my mouth. The very idea inhibits me getting aroused. We played with the Babelight and I had to really try to ignore the thoughts of him pissing in my mouth in order to enjoy the vibrations at all. He licked my clit while playing with the vibe and it felt divine, but it took me a while to settle into the good feelings and leave behind the icky thoughts. However, he managed to distract me with his tongue and the vibrator. I got aroused, and then when he had me use the vibe on myself I came really close to orgasm. Rowr.

He had me suck his cock and he pointed out that I hadn’t come yet. He decided to have me get on his cock and ride him, something I seem to be getting good at lately. I think I’ve improved because I really get into it, I thrust and rub myself against him until I’m in a frenzy. I was on the verge of coming and I held on for as long as I could before begging for permission to come. He teased me a bit, making me wait, asking me if I’m ready to come right now. I was and when he let me I had an orgasm to end all orgasms. I know I always brag about the orgasms I have with MasterDoc but they truly are amazing. I was a convulsing heap and it just seemed to go on and on. “Yes, that’s it. Good girl,” he said to me as I kept on coming. My arousal finally ebbed a little, but I was still really turned on so I kept fucking him and got myself up to the point of orgasm again. He encouraged me to keep coming and so I managed to get myself to peak a third time, the last time just by rubbing against his cock which had been pushed out of my cunt. I was one satisfied sub afterwards.

Review: Babelight

Published on March 11, 2009 in reviews and sex toys. 1 Comment

When Babeland offered the Babelight on their list of toys to review I thought it would be great to get a hold of because MasterDoc and I need a new flashlight for our toybag. In a darkened club (particularly if your bag is black), a flashlight is invaluable so that you can find stuff in your toybag. That the Babelight doubles as a vibrator sounded just spiffy.

Initially I was disappointed that there’s no switch, so you have to untwist the top to turn it off (effectively disconnecting the AAA battery). I also wished that there was a way to use the two functions separately – the vibe and flashlight are on at the same time. But my initial dismay lessened when MasterDoc pointed out, “So the flashlight is on while the vibe is on? That’s really slutty! That’s hot!” In a darkened club while you play with yourself with this vibe, the flashlight highlights your pussy. We played around with it in the dark for a bit. I was pleasantly surprised that the vibrations were strong enough to potentially get me off (I didn’t come from it but I had no trouble getting close. It was more a matter of not asking permission to come.) The lightbulb started getting warm after a while, but it never got hot enough to hurt me. I think this would limit the amount of time you could use this for. As for using it as a flashlight, I’m sure it will be handy to have in our toybag but a little annoying to have it buzzing away while I use it to search for toys. So overall I have some reservations about it, but for just $14 it’s a handy thing to have in your toybag, and as MasterDoc said it’s pretty hot to have a spotlight on your bits while you get yourself off in front of a crowd.

Clover Clamps and Orgasms

Published on March 4, 2009 in bdsm, D/s, masochism, nipple clamps, orgasm denial, sadism, sex and Uncategorized. 0 Comments

It started off playful, he nibbled me all over, tickling. I giggled a very girlish giggle and thought about how much I love that we have playful time as well as serious time. Then he slowed down and firmly kissed and licked my side. I was instantly turned on, lulled into a sleepy pleasurable state. Ever modest he said, “Aren’t I good?” I had to admit that yes, he is good. There was a lot of stroking and caressing last night, and I was feeling horny to begin with – so even the slightest touch had me feeling hot.

He instructed me to look in the drawer for the slapper, but apparently it’s gone missing, along with a few other toys. (There seems to be a black hole in his apartment, sucking up sex toys lately. It’s the oddest thing. I’m sure they’ll turn up.) Failing that he asked me what the closest thing was in the toy drawer. “Nothing good,” I said impishly, meaning that nothing I would look forward to that evening was available. There was the big paddle and the evil strap. I only mentioned the paddle. He changed tack and asked me if the clover clamps were in the drawer. Yikes. I gave him a pleading look – no, please not those! They were a gift from a submissive of his who is no longer his submissive, and the running joke has been that since she’d given them to him he hasn’t found another woman who can take them. They’re vicious things, really tight and painful and if you pull on the chain they tighten even more. I can’t take them, although he’s talked about trying to work me up to it lately. I gave him the clamps and kept the worried look on my face. I kept looking over at my collar in the drawer, thinking if we were going to do this then I would definitely need to have my collar on. Indeed, he told me I had better put my collar on.

He had me kneel on all fours in front of him, so that my breasts dangled and were in easy reach. He flicked my nipples with his fingers and I braced myself. He told me to breathe deeply and slowly and I did my best to do so. He put the first clamp on my right nipple. Oh dear god it hurt. I struggled to breathe slowly and tried to ride out the pain. I dealt with it much better than I thought I would, but it really is one of the most painful things he’s done to me. He went to put the other clamp on the other nipple but it snapped and I let out a yelp. Apparently something was wrong with that one so the clamps were abandoned early, but I had had quite enough. They were probably on for less than a minute, but it felt like an eternity. And kinky perv that I am, I thought the whole thing was terribly, terribly hot. Something you can’t understand when you’re vanilla is how taking pain for your Dominant is an extremely sexy, intimate, loving thing to do. I feel amazing when I’ve submitted to him to that degree.

My nipples are still tender today, but they were left alone for the rest of the evening. I lay down next to him and we watched some porn. He had me play with myself (I always need prompting, it’s really odd) and I used the nea on my clit. I was writhing and moaning, close to orgasm, in no time. I can’t remember if I asked for permission to come or if I just yearned to ask.

Before coming, he had me put a condom on his cock and get on all fours. He fucked me from behind and it was delicious. He made me hold out, not coming, for the longest time. Oh how I wanted to come! How I thought I would come even without permission because I was so on the edge. I struggled to hold back, and he told me to keep it right there, right on the edge of orgasm. He pushed me further and further. I was completely desperate for orgasm by this time – even more so than usual. But when he gave me permission to come – I came over and over again. First with his cock inside me, and then with him slapping my clit. He let me come an exceptionally long time and I savored every second of it.

We rested for a bit, and I told him that he’s amazing. I’m sure his ego doesn’t need to hear that but it’s so very true. A short while later, he had me get his cock hard again and get on top. I rode him, and he commented on how I’m getting better at it. I felt my clit and labia rubbing against his body as I fucked him. Every centimeter of my genitals was tingling. He let me come and come I did. My muscles pushed his cock out and I continued to come from the sensation of my labia and clit rubbing against his hard cock.

Embracing My Sluttiness

Published on March 2, 2009 in blow jobs, dating, sex and slut. 0 Comments

Sometimes other people’s blog posts are timely. I just got back from a date where I had, within two hours, met the guy, had a drink, went back to his place for fucking and went home. And I come home to find that Sexie Sadie has written about owning the word slut over at Best Sex Bloggers. I am a woman who embraces her sluttiness. Why is it that a woman is a slut but a man is a stud? It took two people to make the beast with two backs this evening and he is clearly just as much a slut as I am.

Not that being a slut is a bad thing. Not at all. I wear my slut badge proudly. I like sex so why the fuck shouldn’t I have it if I feel like having it? Anyway, on to the story.

We met for drinks at a Mexican restaurant – margaritas in the afternoon with chips and salsa. My ad states that I’m looking for a friend with benefits, so there’s been no pretensions that this is dating in the traditional sense. We were going to meet last week but something came up, luckily the weather didn’t necessitate us rescheduling again. I was nervous – do you think I walk into all these situations with total confidence? I have a definite shy streak and it’s hard to make conversation with someone new. He’s read this blog so immediately he commented on how much he’s enjoyed reading it and how hard it made him. I’m not aggressive sexually, so it was lucky for me that he was (without being pushy or rude). He suggested going to his place, just a couple of blocks away. I thought about it for a bit, then decided that yes, I wanted to do this.

As usual I find it easier to get naked and fuck someone than to talk with them (after the fucking, the talking is usually easier). We made out in his living room for just a moment, then he took me by the hand and led me to his bedroom. We made out some more, with lots of groping. Then, he told me to take off my clothes. Um, yeah, I think he’s got my number already. I took my clothes off while he took his pants off. “Come over here and suck my cock.” Well, if you insist.

Have I ever mentioned here that I’m easy? I suppose it goes without saying.

Thanks to being trained by MasterDoc I’m pretty darn good at giving head these days, and was complimented on my skills. He reached over and stroked my clit as I sucked his cock. I got it really hard and tried to move things along. He asked if we could do anal, I asked if he had lube. Nope. No lube, no anal. He asked if he could spank me and I explained that no, MasterDoc is the only person allowed to spank me. We kissed a little then he straddled me, placing his cock between my breasts. I held them up to embrace his cock. He reached behind himself and played with my clit, making sure that I was enjoying it. I asked him to put fingers inside me and he asked how many (two). He told me that I could make as much noise as I wanted and I took this as an invitation to get noisy. Soon, I was coming.

After I came, he slid up further and got his cock into my mouth. I wasn’t sucking for long when he declared that he was going to come. I took it out and stroked it while he reached climax. He came all over my upper chest. He got me paper towels to wipe up and we lay in bed chatting for a bit. I was wondering if we were going to fuck – I was eager to fuck. Apparently he was thinking the same thing at the exact same moment because he suggested I get his cock hard again. Yay! Fucking!

I got him hard then he dug out a condom. We tried it from behind with me bending over his bed, but we couldn’t get the right angle. He had me get on my back and we fucked. I came again. After fucking, we lay in bed chatting – by this time I was more talkative. He got a phone call and I figured it was time to get going so I got my clothes on. He asked if I enjoyed myself and asked if we’d do it again. I said yes, I think we’re going to have fun together.

I got home about 2 hours after I had left and Davey was gobsmacked (my anglophilia is showing) when I told him that we had met and fucked in that period of time. MasterDoc called me a little later and he exclaimed, “What a slut!” when I told him about it. It’s all in good natured fun as Davey and MasterDoc both love the fact that I’m a slut. Hooray for sluts!

Swing Club, Part 2

Published on March 1, 2009 in bdsm, D/s, exhibitionism, orgasm on command, sex, sex parties, squirting and Uncategorized. 0 Comments

It seems like he was just as horny as I was last night. Again, he had me get his cock hard and this time he fucked me from behind. I grunted as soon as his cock slid into me and hit my cervix. All I wanted was cock, cock and more cock. I would have gladly fucked the guys working at the club. I was a horny slut. I was his horny slut. As he fucked me, I moaned, “Ooh.” I panted and breathed heavy. I’ve found over the years that the heavy breathing plays a part in getting me to orgasm. Occasionally the staff would peek in on us. Just as someone was nearby he asked me if I’m a filthy slut. I said, “Yes, Sir,” but of course he wanted to hear me say it. A little embarrassed, I said, “Yes, Sir, I’m a filthy slut.” He had me repeat it, louder. I squealed as I got more turned on while he fucked me hard. I started begging.

“What are you begging for?” he asked.

“Please let me come, Sir,” I cried out plaintively. When he let me come I growled a deep, animal-like growl and delighted in the amazing amount of pleasure coursing through my body. After what seemed like a long time, he pulled out and he slapped my pussy, which only served to make me come some more. I squirted a river as my pussy convulsed from only the smallest bit of physical stimulation. He stroked my body and grabbed my hair. I was in a daze after and I cuddled up to him as I lay over the puddle I had created.

We debated leaving or not, but after finding out that we weren’t keeping the staff there – they would be there til closing regardless – he had me get on my knees near the edge of the mattress, where he gave me a flogging. The owner of the club had talked with us after the last round, and I’m pretty sure he was watching me get flogged. I enjoyed knowing that everyone there could see what a horny slut I was. MasterDoc fucked me again from behind. I was a well-fucked girl.

We went home after that, and hung out on the sofa at his place, not quite ready to go to sleep. He said he was trying to decide if he should ravish me again before we went to sleep. He had me go get ready for bed and meet him in the bedroom. I sucked his cock again, making it hard and he fucked me, this time with me on my back. It was in the early hours of the morning, and since we weren’t at the club any more I had to be quiet. I struggled to keep silent as I came, he had to shush me a couple of times when I started making too much noise. I was such a lucky girl to have such amazing orgasms – and so many! He really is good to me. After the fucking, MasterDoc still hadn’t come, so he had me play with his ass as he stroked his cock. I’m getting quite good at massaging his ass to good effect. I got into it, pressing firmly and stroking the inside of his cheeks. I could hear him breathing heavy and getting closer and closer to coming. I kept up the massage and soon he came. I’ve learned by now not to stop massaging once he’s come but to massage for a bit longer to prolong his pleasure. It felt so good to make him feel good. I got aroused while doing it.

It was late, and after all that fucking we were tired. We cuddled for a moment, then turned out the light and went to sleep.

Swing Club, Part 1

Published on March 1, 2009 in bdsm, blow jobs, D/s, exhibitionism, flogging, orgasm on command, sex, sex parties and Uncategorized. 0 Comments

Last night MasterDoc and I went out to a new swing club – so new that it only opened last weekend. The unfortunate bit is that we were the only ones there (besides the staff). The fortunate bit is that there was plenty of space and we made our own fun.

We were a bit bummed to be the only ones there. (A couple of times women walked in to check the place out and one of them we had met at the pool party over the summer, but neither of them stayed or had their men come in.) The staff were friendly and we had the buffet to ourselves. Not to mention several rooms of mattresses, all ready to be used. After we had talked with the staff for a while and gotten settled in, MasterDoc flogged me a little bit. Then we made out on one of the huge beanbag chairs they had in the lounge. MasterDoc usually isn’t one for kissing (he doesn’t think he’s very good at it) but lately we’ve had some really lovely make out sessions. He stroked my pussy through my pants and I undulated my hips to meet the pressure of his hand. I reached down and stroked his cock through his pants.

He had me take my pants off (but not panties) and gave me the little red vibrator to play with. He blindfolded me and I sat there, exposed, playing with the vibe on my clit. After a moment, I could hear his voice in the other room. He had left me there alone, exposed. With the blindfold on I couldn’t tell when he came back but he slapped my thighs a bit. I wondered what he was going to do. I could tell when he was in front of me because there’s a small gap underneath the bottom of the blindfold. But when he moved off to the side I had no idea where he was. He had me take off my panties. I was aroused, my labia swollen, but I wasn’t wet. I asked for some lube and he not only smoothed some onto my pussy, he also got out a toy of mine that’s sat in the toybox for way too long. It’s a pink acrylic wand that’s three thick bumps on one end, and curved to reach your g-spot on the other. (I bought this years ago at Babeland so I don’t have a link to it.) He slid the bumpy end into my cunt and I played with the vibe on my clit as he fucked me with the toy. He had me gasping and begging to come in no time. He made me say it loud so everyone could hear, “Please, Sir, I want to come.” He made me hold off, while he continued fucking me hard with the toy. I was breathless, my g-spot being stimulated oh so much. I yearned to be able to come. While he kept me panting, he had one of the staff get a towel to put under me. Once the towel was in place he fucked me with the toy some more and told me to come. I screamed and moaned, the sound bouncing off the mostly bare walls of the club. There’s no way anyone in there could miss what was happening. I kept coming, hard, over and over. He leaned in to kiss my chest and I begged him, “Please bite me!” He bit the flesh and I have a small bruise there this morning as a reminder. I could feel my vaginal muscles clench and bear down on the toy and I groaned in pleasure some more. It seemed like I was able to come forever. Just as I was getting totally out of breath, he said, “That’s enough for you young lady,” and gently slid the toy out. I sat there, blindfolded, breathing hard and reached out to stroke his arm. We cuddled a bit and I took some time to recover.

The blindfold came off and he had me get dressed again. We nibbled on the buffet a little more and talked with the staff. He asked me if I was up for more and I was totally ready. We went off into one of the back rooms and stretched out on these four mattresses put together. He had me suck his cock until it was hard – really hard. Then he had me put a condom on it and get on top. I was still really wet from before and he slid in easily. I rode him, slowly at first as he told me to go slow and savor it. But I couldn’t keep up a slow pace for long as my arousal grew. I fucked him with all my energy and he let me come – again I came hard, screaming. I grabbed hold of him tightly and clenched him between my thighs. I ran my hands over his chest, fingers through the hair. My pussy gripped his cock tightly and he would thrust upwards into me deeper. I rode him until my thighs were exhausted. We cuddled after and I wondered if there would be more.