Monthly Archive for April, 2009

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Orgasms

Published on April 12, 2009 in Uncategorized, horny, masturbation and sex. 0 Comments

We spent a quiet day at his place, I was hoping all day for some sex. Luckily my patience paid off – I helped him around the house during the day, and at night I got what I was hoping for. He set up porn on the laptop as usual and for the first time I thought to play with myself, getting warmed up, without him telling me to. He was pleased that I did this finally. I used a little lube and I stroked my pussy. Soon it was engorged and swollen, really slippery wet. He asked me if I was ready to be fucked and I definitely was.

He had me get on hands and knees and he fucked me from behind. I had been so horny the past few days, even having had orgasms on Friday night and Wednesday night wasn’t enough. I held on to the edge of orgasm for a while. When he let me come I came, my pussy convulsing around his cock. Somehow my muscles didn’t push his cock out this time and he kept fucking me and I kept coming. It was divine.

After a break, he had me play with his ass while he stroked himself. I’m getting good at knowing where and how to touch him to make him feel good. I kneaded his ass, slipped a lubed finger up against his asshole. I played for a while before my hands were worn out. He had me lay down next to him to rest, and I pressed my naked body up against his back. He said it felt good to have me pressed up against him. I reached around and stroked his abdomen at the base of his cock. He started stroking himself again and as I touched him I got more and more aroused. I was breathing heavy into his ear as I caressed his body. He started breathing heavy as well and soon he came. I kept playing with this body, making him twitch long after the orgasm. It felt amazing to make him feel that good. I was so turned on that I possibly could have orgasmed myself. I stroked his cock and he’d twitch some more. It can be difficult to make him come, so to help him come so spectacularly was such a great feeling.

We lay next to each other for a while, I still felt horny. I thought about asking him if I could masturbate. When I told him I was still horny he had me get the Hitachi magic wand out, I got hopeful for more, and then he told me to use it on myself. So I masturbated, but he touched my thighs, my hips, etc. adding to the sensations. When I came, he held my thighs apart and that only served to make me come more. I screamed and came as he encouraged me to keep coming. Having him as an adjunct to my masturbation made the whole thing about 100 times better.

Watching a Beating

Published on April 12, 2009 in Uncategorized, bdsm, flogging, masochism, nipple clamps, orgasm on command, sex toys, spanking and squirting. 0 Comments

On Friday night we had a couple of friends over. Our friend V. was in need of a beating, and MasterDoc was pleased to give it to her. It was wonderful watching her get beaten – it was a little like watching porn only much better because it was actually happening in front of me. Since I know what the various implements feel like I would wince when he’d use the evil strap on her ass. It was a very sensual experience even though I was only watching. He made her ass nice and red and he had her turn over. He used the clover clamps on her nipples and that was hard to watch as I can barely take them myself. She breathed deeply, riding out the pain. He twisted them a little and she’d wince. He slapped her pussy and commented on how wet the beating had made her. He took the clamps off and had her kneel over the chair again – and he resumed beating her ass with his hand, the floggers, the strap. I can imagine that a beating like that was really cathartic. Her ass was bright red and it’s possible that there would be some marks the next day. He’d intersperse the beating with kisses and caresses. After the beating, he had her sit on the floor again, and he took the acrylic wand I’ve recently rediscovered and used it in her pussy. He fucked her with it until she came – when she comes she lets out a few intermittent yells of pleasure. Watching this whole thing just made me want to be the recipient of a good beating. When I woke up the next morning my head was full of fantasies of him hurting me – using the clover clamps on my sensitive nipples.

Next up was S. She’s not into pain so he didn’t give her a beating, but he did use the Hitachi magic wand on her to make her come – and when she comes she squirts so much the vibrator went from sounding like a vibrator to sounding like an egg beater as it vibrated in the puddle of water that her pussy had become. Thankfully we had put towels down as she virtually soaked through them. When she comes it sounds like someone’s turned the faucet on.

It was really hot watching both of them get off, but I was feeling so horny that day that I got frustrated. I started feeling resentful that they had come over because I was anxious to come. I got a little cranky (which I got scolded for later) but MasterDoc said that he wasn’t going to leave me unorgasmed. He had me get on the floor next, towels underneath in case I squirted, and he used the Hitachi on my clit and then wand in my pussy. He teased me into a frenzy and then let me come. I grunted and grabbed at his back, looking to clutch at anything I could get my hands on. I kept coming and kept grabbing at him uncontrollably, it looked like I was going to pull his pants down at one point. My brain was somewhere else though, I was barely aware of my surroundings and I was totally aware of my cunt. I squirted and it was a good thing we had put towels down. I felt sated and happy afterwards. I slept well that night. And MasterDoc’s amazing skills were shown yet again by making three women have earth-shattering orgasms in one evening.

Slut

Published on April 9, 2009 in D/s, Uncategorized, bdsm, cunt, horny, orgasm on command, porn, reviews, sex and slut. 0 Comments

We went into the bedroom and I wondered what he had in mind. He plans out, more or less, what he intends to do to me in a given night and I get to feel the anticipation of not knowing and wondering what the glint in his eye holds. We started off slowly with cuddles, him spooned up against me. He stroked my ass, my tummy, as I start to breathe heavy and relax into his touch he slides his hands up to my breasts. Every touch is thrilling. He grabs hold of my ass roughly and pulls my cheeks apart, exposing me. I feel him stroke his cock head against my ass and I try to push back into it a little. He grabs my ass some more, manhandling me.

I don’t want to move, I’m lost in reverie. But he tells me to get up and get some lube. I grab the new Wet Together lube I’ve gotten samples of – it’s a pair of lubes, one for him (water-based), one for her (silicone-based). His is supposed to be warming, hers tingling. We each use the designated lube and both experience a warming sensation. We joke about how they’re encouraging unsafe sex by encouraging people to combine the two lubes together. I’m nice and slippery and horny when he has me lie on my back. He kneels between my legs and strokes his cock along my labia, rubbing the two lubes together. I’m aching for him to enter me, my pussy tingling and warm, and just as it becomes unbearable he puts a condom on, uses a bit more lube on the outside of it, and slowly slides in. I feel every inch as his thick cock head pushes its way past the muscles of my vagina. I gasp as it pushes in just a little bit farther. Soon, he’s fucking me.

I close my eyes and focus on his cock sliding in and out. He fucks me hard and in no time I wish I could come. I try my hardest to hold back asking for permission. It feels amazing to be held on the edge like that. I gasp and moan, yearning to come. I keep hoping that my gasps and moans will cause him to give me permission to come. I let him know how much I want it, but without using words. Amazingly, I manage to hold out until he gives me permission. “Come,” he says and in a few seconds I’m coming hard. My vagina pushes his cock out of me, but I still keep coming. So intense are my feelings of arousal that I’ll come at the drop of a hat. He encourages me to keep coming and it seems to last for several minutes, although it was probably much shorter than that. I keep coming until he says I’ve had enough.

We return to the porn that we were watching – a hot film about a woman being used like a doornob – i.e., everybody gets a turn. He teases me that I’d like that – to be passed around and used. I blush and look away because it’s true. As I watch the film I realize how hot it is for a woman to be a slut; for her to be enthusiastic about sex and ravenous for it. The way she gives her body over to the man and woman dominating her is just so hot. They pass her back and forth between them, having her suck cock and lick pussy alternately, then they pass her on to other people in the room. I can imagine the humiliation of being used like a cheap whore in front of and by strangers but also think that this is really hot.

MasterDoc asks if I’m ready to climb on top of his cock and I say, without hesitation, that yes I am. I’m still so turned on from before, and from watching the porn. He teases me, telling me I’ll be used like a doornob. He fills my head with such delightful imagery and makes me feel like such a slut that I’m moaning in no time. I ride his cock hard, rubbing my cunt against it furiously. He tells me to come and I come – again his cock gets pushed out but I continue to rub my cunt against his hard cock and I keep coming and coming. He spanks my ass, grabs hold of me and my body continues to convulse. Just when I think the pleasure is subsiding a bit he gets me to come again and I tense up so hard that I can barely breathe. I surrender to the power he has to make me come over and over – even without direct genital contact. It’s absolutely amazing what he can do to me – how turned on he gets me and how hard he can make me come. Afterward, I lay on the bed next to him, smiling and looking at him adoringly. How could you not love a man who makes you feel like that?

Pretention

Published on April 5, 2009 in bdsm. 1 Comment

So I posted my displeasure about “popular NYC fetish party” on a board at Fetlife when the organizers were looking for input. The organizer got in touch with me and was really nice, trying to encourage me to come again and he’d introduce me to people in “the tribe.” However, I went on to explain that I felt really unwelcome there because of the emphasis on fashion. And his response was only, “well we have a dress code.”

I have no need for a dress code to make me feel kinky. Fetish garb can be lots of fun and I’m all for people dressing up if they like it, but the whole “you’re not really part of the lifestyle unless you dress up” attitude that was reflected in the thread on fetlife just really ticks me off. Dissenting views about the party were met with defensiveness, the following from one attendee:

“We need to remember too: the XXXXXXX is not everyone’s cup of tea. But, also too: XXXXX is a party that is for those who practice bdsm, who are fetishist, who are into the culture, (so if I’m not in a fetish costume I’m not “into the culture”??) the costumes, and just being around people who like to be kinky (um, I like to be kinky but I don’t wear fetish outfits, does this make me “not kinky enough”?)

Will there be wanna be’s; sure everywhere you go in life.

There are many bdsm lifestylers that do go to XXXXXX. There are many pro dommes that go to XXXXXX. There are many fetishist that go to XXXXXX. There are many who are weekend warriors that go to XXXXXX.

This community is one where: tolerance should be our number one goal.”

But a posting later on shows that tolerance in this community only goes so far, “Meanwhile there were the guys in khaki pants (not to mention the guy in brown…BROWN shoes!!!). I know they must have paid the full 30, but still…no attempt was made there.” Apparently tolerance only applies to those who can afford and want to wear elaborate fetish get ups. Tolerance comes to an abrupt ending if you don’t play by the fashion rules. It’s all about style over substance.

To me the whole thing is just horribly pretentious. I don’t have the money nor the need to shell out big $$ on a latex outfit. I do own a little bit of fetish wear (steel-boned corset, PVC dress) but I don’t need to wear it to know that I’m a submissive and that I’m part of the lifestyle. My kinkiness is not dependent on what I’m wearing (beyond my collar, and even that is not 100 percent necessary). To insinuate that dressing up is the only way to be part of the lifestyle is ridiculous. It’s the worst kind of NYC exclusionary “I’m more fetishy than thou” attitude.

I’m sure there are nice people at these parties. I’m sure there are some serious lifestylers. But the whole set up where costuming is more important than BDSM knowledge just begs to fill the place with wanna bes. I think I’ll keep on playing in places where it doesn’t matter what I’m wearing. The party also seemed to only want young people there, and hey, there are lifestylers who have lots of wonderful experience who are not 30 anymore. I’d take MasterDoc, who looks like a nice, middle-aged Jewish doctor, as a Dom any day over some neophyte who has the clothes but not the maturity and presence of mind to be a Dominant. Seeing MasterDoc in leather pants wouldn’t make me perceive him as more Dom, it would seem odd and out of character. He doesn’t need a fetish outfit to be in control and bring me to my knees.

I’ll continue being secure in my kinkiness without needing to dress up and have “the tribe” validate me. Sure the outfits look pretty, but what’s under the surface? I’ll continue to find other places to play. Please, if you’re kinky and you’ve encountered parties like this and felt totally out of place, know that it doesn’t mean you’re not kinky. Bruises and welts say more to me about kinkiness than 5-inch heels.

(Don’t even get me started on how, because alcohol is served at these parties, you can’t be totally naked. I mean, what’s the point of playing if you have to make sure your nipples are covered? Ugh. I’d rather stay home where I can be naked and get fucked.)

Pleasurists #22

Published on April 2, 2009 in Uncategorized. 0 Comments

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