Yearly Archive for 2010

Needs

Perhaps after being sick I just needed some deep reconnection. When you’re sick, you’re very isolated. You are the only one going through what you’re going through, plus others keep a distance to avoid contagion. The aches and pains and nose blowing keeps your focus and takes away from your interactions with others. You withdraw because you need the rest.

When I was fairly over being sick, MasterDoc and I had sex a couple of times, but somehow it was not quite what I needed. He pissed on me. I came, much to my continuing shame. He beat me. He really pushed my pain tolerance. And he made me come.  I hit a soothing state of calm and relaxation post-beating. But somehow I still didn’t feel satisfied. I felt guilt over this. But I still felt like something I needed wasn’t being met. After talks, I think MasterDoc figured out what I needed, because that’s what he gave me. That evening he said lovely things about being happy with me, me being cute, etc. I needed reassurance that I was still attractive. I needed reassurance that I was still loved. I know the last bit sounds strange, after all I certainly know he loves me. But I just needed to be reassured. And I felt soothed by his love and reassurances. I needed attention. I had felt frustrated earlier because he used the “suck my dick and then hop on for a ride” thing two days in a row (i.e., no foreplay for Nadia). I felt distanced, I felt like my enjoyment of the sex didn’t make a difference. I felt removed from the sex. This depressed me.

Well ok, brain chemicals made me depressed, but this is what I got depressed about when given the right mental climate.

I craved touch. I craved attention. I realized that the touching was more important to me than the orgasms that night. And so he held me. He caressed me. I felt so much better in his arms and with his hands on me. I just needed to be touched. I think probably everything else could have been the same and if more touching was just added I would have found it satisfying as usual. My skin was hungry.

The next day he did more of the same. He told me that while he thinks it’s “lazy Dom’s prerogative” to tell the sub to get aroused and ready for fucking without any help, he doesn’t think that should be the norm and he could understand how it seems like a trend to me – but it really isn’t a trend in our sex life. He took time to play with my ass with the e-stim machine. My cunt was wet and swollen and as he zapped my ass I was so aroused. He fingered me, toyed with my clit. He made me come and squirt.

He continued to be very hands on, and I was happy to have him fuck me. He fucked me from behind and I savored when he’d grab hold of me and give me a good fucking. I think in addition to touch I crave being “taken.” I’ve been thinking lately that I want to be able to role play becoming someone’s sex slave involuntarily. For some reason I get turned on by pretending I don’t want to do what I’m doing sexually. I want to be physically forced or encouraged to do things. I want to be be tied up (or cuffed, rather) and gagged.

But I digress. I toyed with his balls and such with my Siri vibrating. When he did eventually ask if I could get on top of his cock and ride, I was thoroughly into it. I fucked him, rocking myself back and forth on his cock. I came so close to orgasm. He kept taking me to the edge. It was almost as if I couldn’t get enough of his cock sliding in and out of me. I wanted to come so, so badly.

I had to stop when my hips got sore and tired. I can do straddling for only so long. I lay next to him and he had enjoyed the fuck wholeheartedly. I still wanted to come, so I calmly mentioned that yes, the fuck was amazing, but I had wanted to come so badly. Since I asked nicely, he helped me come by using his fingers. I squirted some more and was just bowled over by the feeling of his hands in my cunt, on my cunt, around my cunt.

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Reconnecting, or His Young Bitch

It was wonderful and much-needed to reconnect with MasterDoc sexually last night. I’m still not totally well, and I became fatigued too quickly, but I got the chance to be the worshipful submissive.

As we discussed my reluctance to kiss him in the kitchen the night before, I had the rather odd thought that I love how he’s scientific. I hadn’t kissed him at his request because I was worried I was still contagious. He pointed out that you’re only really particularly contagious for the day before you get sick, and the first couple of days after. I love that he trusts in science, unlike so many of us, and simply ceased to worry about my flu being contagious after the usual few days of contagion. (It also helps, I’m sure, that he got the flu shot.) I love how very rational he is.

It was wonderful to submit to how much his every touch turns me on. Through just gentle caresses he can have me quivering and ready to come. Some dominants seem to think that having control means bossing their subs around and constantly asserting their dominance. I think MasterDoc has real control – if he wants to make me come I am helpless to stop it. He doesn’t need to assert himself constantly. He knows he has control over me. He made a comment last night, while reaching out to grasp my hair in his hand, about the pleasure of seeing the ownership he has over me. I loved hearing that term. While I usually associate ownership with slaves and I still identify wholeheartedly as a sub, I have lately felt like I want to acknowledge his ownership of me. (Such as, in the status part of my fetlife profile.) And it’s interesting to me how you can be a poly sub, and very much owned by one person, but fuck others and not have that take away from your owner/pet relationship.

I used the word pet there because, strangely, last night we got to talking about whether I see myself as a kitty or a puppy. I don’t relate to cats at all (lifelong cat allergy saw to that) but I love dogs. I can totally see myself as a puppy. We’ve been discussing how I need a “totem” around MasterDoc’s place – DeeDee has the glamorous stuffed sheep, “Miss Ganoush” (as in BaaBaa Ganoush), MasterDoc is represented by the stuffed dog I’ve dubbed Brian after the dog on Family Guy. Like MasterDoc, Brian will sleep with a variety of women. I cuddle him when I’m there, but so does another of MasterDoc’s girlfriends when she visits. I suppose we could consider me the puppy. A puppy doesn’t go out dogging around like the grown dog, instead she is all cute and playful and attached to her owner. I need to find an adorable stuffed puppy to represent me.

I think it’s funny how bdsm relationships grow and evolve. I would never have thought of anyone as a puppy except the submissive playmate MasterDoc has who he calls “Puppy.” But I suppose it’s easy to have more than one puppy around. I’ve never cared much for age play or puppy play in the past, but lately I like being able to be little, helpless and taken care of now and then. And I have to say I’m definitely a puppy rather than a kitty or pony.

MasterDoc made me weak all over and made me come with little effort as usual. As he started slapping my pussy during orgasm I started to squirt. After, he declared that I was a very dirty girl. After being a very ill girl for the past week, it felt good to be sexual again.

He fucked me bent over the Liberator Axis. Having support was extra important because of my fatigue. As he fucked me I wondered if I was too tired to come. Then I realized that wasn’t such a bad thing – he could then fuck me until he came. He doesn’t often manage to come from fucking me and I love when he does. He later said that he nearly came. Despite thinking I was too tired for orgasm, when he held his cock firmly in my cunt, preparing for my spasming muscles, and then told me to come, come I did.

He also played around with the vampire gloves I got for his birthday. I had underestimated just how huge his hands are and ordered large instead of x-large. I had to return them for the x-large and they came in yesterday. When run over some parts of my body, the tines tickled, then they lightly scratched over other parts and with a little pressure, on my ass they hurt. You can get a bunch of sensations out of the gloves.

I begged for a rest, and while he was definitely going to give me the rest, he kept getting distracted by touching me. At one point I was so near orgasm that I had to sigh when he suddenly stopped. He thought he was being good and letting me rest, but it was downright painful not to come at that point.

He wanted me to massage his prostate but when I became too tired to stay awake he tucked me into bed. I love that he understands that being ill means I don’t have the energy for some things, and not that I’m trying to shirk duties.

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School Girl Night

I went out to a fetish party Friday night with MasterDoc. I should probably have stayed at home since I was mildly sick, but I went just the same and have some fantastic memories. The memories will have to sustain me while I recover from getting more sick. Hopefully I haven’t gotten more people ill! It has taken me days to complete this post because I’ve just been too tired to think.

It was the usual monthly fetish party we go to, we’re gradually getting to know people and become more friendly with others which definitely improves the party. Blondie came too, and didn’t bring a play partner along like she was going to initially. I got to play with her while MasterDoc gave sybian rides and that was great. Sitting around bored sucks, having fun at a party is much better.

Also, a woman I had been talking to for about one day on a dating site mentioned going to a fetish party, and upon asking I found it was the same one I was going to. I invited her to say hello which she did. Turns out she’s quite the enthusiastic slut but I didn’t do anything with her. Unfortunately she distracted me from playing with Blondie’s tits while MasterDoc gave her a sybian ride.

I flirted some more with Sofija (as I always do at these parties) and yearned for her strap on. I grabbed at it and played around with it. I manage to flirt openly with her because the flirtation is always returned. As she hung on the shoulder of an older guy, someone different than the many other people I’ve seen her flirting with and hanging on, I told her I think she’s an even bigger slut than I am. She couldn’t deny it. Of course it’s frustrating to know this sexy woman is a slut and yet she still hasn’t done me!

Or, hadn’t done me. I’ll get to that in a bit.

I had a particularly good time since I got attention from both MasterDoc and Blondie. The two of them had me bend over a sofa in my schoolgirl outfit (there was a schoolgirl/littles kind of theme) and gave me a joint spanking. MasterDoc slipped his hand between my legs so he could hold my Lelo Siri by my clit. All the stimulation got me worked up in no time, and when MasterDoc gave me the command I came. The orgasm came to a bit of a premature end because the spanking I was getting from Blondie hurt just a little too much. While I’m a masochist, I don’t have a high pain tolerance.

I watched MasterDoc give a few sybian rides. The party host wanted one of his ladies to ride it but face the crowd. MasterDoc likes the intimacy of giving a face-to-face sybian ride, but, ever the gentleman, he did as asked. Luckily I had a stroke of inspiration and started sucking his cock while he ran the controls. Picture a hot lady riding the sybian on the floor, while MasterDoc and I sit behind her on a sofa, and I reach over to pull his cock out of his pants and start sucking it. He’s running the sybian controls over my head as I blow him.

Blondie was interested in playing and MasterDoc was happy for me to be kept busy. She took me off to a dark corner and sat me down in a wooden chair. She unbuttoned and opened my white blouse and took my tits out of my bra. (I wore white lace underwear in keeping with the schoolgirl theme.) She has a bit of a fetish for breasts hanging out of a bra that is otherwise still on. It’s certainly an easy fetish to indulge, and I find being half-dressed to be pretty sexy as well. She used our toys and ran the wartenburg wheel over my tits. Gently and then pressing hard now and then. She is definitely capable of giving more pain than I can handle. I’ll be happy for her to use that sadism on men (or women) other than me! As she touched and ran the wheel over me I twitched excitedly. She asked if I had something inside me but no, I was aroused by just the non-genital stimulation I was getting. She tucked the Siri snug into my panties so it buzzed against my clit. MasterDoc joined us and I got to come again. Lucky me!

Blondie and MasterDoc placed me over a spanking bench (unfortunately not padded!) and she started in on role playing, something MasterDoc and I don’t really do much of. She took up the naughty school girl theme, telling me she saw me on the playground lifting my skirt and showing myself to those men. She gave me a spanking for being such a naughty girl. MasterDoc, meanwhile, got the host to snag Sofija – finally she was going to use her strap on on me! I was placed kneeling on a bed, and Sofija fucked me with the dildo, first in her strap on harness, then when it came out of the harness (it’s my pussy of steel ya know) she fucked me with it using her hand. Blondie meanwhile sat in front of me with one of my dildoes and told me to suck it. MasterDoc orchestrated the whole thing and I came so hard when he told me to. I kept coming and coming and couldn’t stop. My abdominal muscles were sore after! I lay on my back to recover and I twitched for a while at even the most innocuous touch.

Blondie had to get going, so MasterDoc walked her to the subway. When he came back the party host had two, hot 18 year old women ready to ride the sybian. One went on the sybian while the other sat in front of her on a chair. The woman on the sybian ate the other girl out. Needless to say, the young hotties garnered much attention. Later, they switched roles. I marveled at how being young and in shape enables a woman to hold her legs up for a long time. I would have had to put mine down much faster. Both of these ladies were adorable and the stuff of porn movies. Seriously, it should have been filmed.

We stumbled out of there late, and I was more exhausted than I’d ever been. The next morning when I woke up to body aches in addition to the runny nose I had the day before, I knew that I had pushed myself too much by going out. But so long as I haven’t done any harm to anyone else, it was worth it.

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Jaded

When I sit down to blog lately there are times when I feel totally jaded writing about kinky sex.

Mind you, I don’t feel the least bit jaded during the kinky sex.

MasterDoc gave me a much-needed beating on Tuesday night. He used his hands (strong implements in and of themselves!), a cane and a flogger another couple left behind by mistake. This flogger is more intense than his by virtue of the studs at the end of each strand. As you can imagine, the metal studs make for a more painful landing on my ass. I thought to myself, “I must remember to get this back to that couple next time we see them!”

It was a rough beating, but as I said much-needed. He then finger fucked me (with three fingers possibly? I need to take a picture of his hands next to mine so you can see how big his fingers are!) and I squirted as I came. While he beat me, I found myself moaning – not so much from the pain (that too) but because the pain was turning me on. I can’t believe I didn’t consider myself a masochist until a few years ago.

My Liberator Axis is awesome. It provides support when I’m on hands and knees for a beating or a fucking. I use that and the Fascinator Throe all the time. So picture me, if you will, bent over the Axis, on my knees on the bed. After he beat me and made me come like a bitch in heat I collapsed on the bed. Sometimes it’s a real relief when he tells me, “You can fall forward.” Not that I mind coming over and over – it’s just sometimes I’m worn out!

It was great because we were both in sync that night – I wanted mean and painful, and that’s what he felt like giving. (While we fooled around the second night of our vacation I wanted mean and painful but he was feeling sweet and affectionate. I love that he’s capable of both, but it works better when our moods coincide.) After I had rested, he took some nipple clamps out of the drawer, mentioning what he was getting. I hoped that they weren’t the clover clamps, but a second later saw they were.

I had once thought I’d never be able handle clover clamps. They do hurt like a motherfucker when put on, but then MasterDoc started fucking me and somehow I was… distracted. They still hurt but the feeling of his cock penetrating me kept me from focusing on that. He let me come pretty quickly, and I came all the more hard because of the rough play. While I was still coming, he took the clamps off. The sudden rush of blood to the nipples hurts, but coming was just much more enticing than focusing on that. Pleasure really can increase my pain tolerance.

It was a very satisfying evening. We also got cuddles, smiles and affection in. I got to worship his “spot.” Life was good.

Tomorrow I get to see him again. We’re supposed to go to that monthly kink party and Blondie should join us. Could be interesting….

So much for my jaded feeling. I just needed to start writing and the words flowed.

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Being the Out-of-Towners

If you follow my twitter you know that MasterDoc and I went away on our first vacation together this week. We had a blast at Disney World and even managed to visit a local swing club while in Orlando.

I don’t think I had been to a swing club outside of New York City before, so the differences are interesting to me. In NYC, clubs are small because real estate is so costly. The club we visited last night was in an entire house. The privacy was great since it was down a lonesome road, and the driveway is gated off unless they’re open – not to mention the driveway from the road is long-ish. The first room you enter is a bar area with a pool table, stripper pole and seating. Soft drinks are provided as are cups and ice (unlike NYC you just serve yourself). There’s a sign telling you what your cup color means there – clear means you’re just mingling, red means you’re looking for a couple and orange means you’re looking for singles. It’s a nice way to communicate what you’re looking for on a given night.

The club was huge being the whole of a one floor house. The kitchen had snacks (very little since it was a weeknight – more on weekends), each room had clean sheets and towels handy (and a laundry basket for you to put used ones in). In NYC we usually have to get a staff person to change soaked sheets, but this place was more down to earth. I was concerned that no condoms were available – MasterDoc pointed out that condom use isn’t necessarily universal. I don’t like that notion. I hope it was just that they expected people to bring their own. We had brought our own condoms and lube. There were many rooms, many beds and three hot tubs (two outside on back deck and one interior tub), a sex swing, and two sybians. The guy working that night was very nice and gracious in that Southern way. I have to confess that like some Yankees, I have a stereotyped view of Southerners much of the time. I know it isn’t fair because the stereotype – ignorant, redneck, racists – is only going to be true a small portion of the time. Interestingly, there was far more interracial porn (and black porn) showing there than in the club we frequent in NYC (where there’s usually only white porn.) While the guests were predominantly white, there was an Asian guy, a south Asian couple and a black guy. Everyone seemed equally welcome.

Despite my stupid stereotyped idea of Southerners, (which IS totally stupid as I’ve known and adored various Southerners who are not anything like that stereotype) I have to admit that I do admire the southern hospitality and graciousness. Manners were far better and far more adhered to in Florida than they are in New York. I certainly had to look at my stereotypes and look at how culturally the region is different from where I’ve always lived in the northeast. Not better or worse, just different.

One nice thing was that the single guys were far more polite than in NYC.  There were few couples there, and unfortunately the only couple that seemed interested was a couple MasterDoc wasn’t interested in. We ended up making our own fun, which you know we’re quite good at. Early in the evening, MasterDoc fucked me doggy style in one of the rooms. While I was busy being fucked a couple came in to watch appreciatively. MasterDoc teased me like he’s been doing lately – fucking me hard and pushing me towards orgasm. While I don’t ever want to give in and come without permission, part of me hopes that it accidentally happens since I’m so desperate for release by the time he lets me come. I came hard, and squirted all over the sheets. I could feel myself drench MasterDoc’s hand after he switched to fingering me while I came. I changed the sheets after.

A little later, when it was becoming more apparent that we weren’t likely to swap that night, MasterDoc decided to fuck me up the ass – something we haven’t done often in recent months. He lubed me up and talked dirty to me the whole time. He emphasized that he was going to fuck me up my tight asshole like the whore that I am. *swoon* He managed to push past my sphincter and gave me a good fucking. I needed extra lube (remember kids, you can never have too much lube during anal). Again he teased me, pushing me towards orgasm through fucking my ass. He let me come and it felt great to come again (and again). A little later he fucked me vaginally again and let a couple of the single guys touch my upper half while he did so. I was lost in pleasure. I love when I’m getting fucked (cock, fingers, dildo, or otherwise) and I lose track of everything around me. He fucked me into a state of frenzy again and let me come. What a fabulous night!

I sucked his cock a lot and seemed to be doing a really good job of it. I love making him twitch with pleasure. I deep throated him a lot and the blow jobs got all nice and wet. I’m getting much better at controlling my gag reflex. I can feel his cock head at the back of my throat and I focus on relaxing and leaving it there pressed against my throat. At those moments MasterDoc seems to be overcome with feeling good.

I was tired before it was all that late – having done so much walking and standing the past few days left me wiped out. (Wednesday night I was too tired for sex. Yes, you read that right. I crashed early and slept a long time. We fooled around a little on Tuesday night but I was pretty damn tired so I had to collapse and sleep before we had really done what we wanted to.) I felt satisfied and not interested in more sex, but I kept my opinion to myself and kept blowing MasterDoc on command like a good submissive. I did admit I was tired, but he wanted to come and I was happy to help him get there. I whispered in this ear about hot things we had done that night and I played with his groin and inner thighs. I licked his thighs for him and kept on going until he came. It was fantastic.

We bid the kind swingers of Orlando good night, and headed back to our hotel room. MasterDoc had hoped for more debauchery during our time away (like meeting a couple for a swap) but between fatigue and the constraints of time we didn’t get a chance. Still, it was a good vacation.

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Super Slut

DeeDee was out for the day, helping a friend. So I got some alone time with MasterDoc. I was horny and hoping for a fucking, but I have to admit I was pretty damn happy with what I got. I just got a magic wand controller for review (a rheostat) and we tried it out for its first run. (Review to come later. ) MasterDoc delighted my bondage-loving self by securing me to the bed with the under bed restraints. He teased me for a while considering the controller gave him even more fine-tuned control over the magic wand. (But it doesn’t dial up to the highest wand setting. Totally weird.) When he first pressed the wand to my cunt, I wasn’t wet yet so it hurt sometimes. He tried to push me to coming but I wasn’t ready when he gave permission. I kinda looked at him hopelessly, as if to say I wanted to come but just couldn’t. He pressed on (literally) and before long he had me coming hard. He made me come over and over (squirting like crazy) and left me exhausted after. I was in a happy place and he let me know that it’s good I found my happy place that afternoon as DeeDee was going to be his focus at the party we were going to that night. (She had been away recently and he and I were leaving shortly for a trip together.) I negotiated with him what I could do at the party. I made the point of saying that if I had freedom to go and make my own fun, I don’t mind not being his focus. He granted me permission to fuck without immediately getting his permission before doing so. I pointed out that I would be going in a different head space than usual – instead of docile sub looking to him for all the decisions, I would be in charge of myself and my safety. I would be in charge of speaking up if I didn’t want to do something. Armed with the right mindset I didn’t mind being there semi-solo.

Sometimes I forget the early days when I went to my first sex parties. I went as a single woman and had a fabulous time just fucking as much as I wanted to. While I love being MasterDoc’s sub and slut, I do like having the autonomy from time to time to grab my sexual desires by the lapel. As I got dressed I felt like I was totally hot shit with the weight loss (and my new over-the-knee boots). I’m not usually confident like that, and it felt good.

At the party my usual social anxiety turned up as my being negative about the party. I complained that I was so much younger than most people there. I try not to be ageist (I will be in my 50s + soon enough!) but I mostly go for people my own age sexually. As you know from my relationship with MasterDoc, however, everything has an exception. It’s a matter of clicking with someone and feeling safe around them. After I had a few drinks I loosened up. I got flirty with a guy I was eying since I walked in and he had immediately introduced himself (and got me a drink). We popped down to the basement to see if the violet wand play was still going on. It wasn’t and he and I started making out. (Funny story: MasterDoc went to the basement at the same time to give a sybian ride to someone. He saw this couple making out and thought “Rowr! She’s hot. I gotta get Nadia and DeeDee so I can set up a swap and get with her.” Of course, that “her” was me. Since losing weight I suppose I looked different. It’s incredibly awesome to know that the regular man in your life still thinks you’re hot.)

The guy I was with suggested going upstairs to find somewhere to sit. I suggested we find somewhere to lay down.

Yes, I’m a huge slut. What of it?

As we started making out on the mattress laid on the floor in one of the bedrooms, I discovered his leanings are dominant. Oh boy, we know how weak dominant sex partners make me! There was hair pulling, kissing, fingering me good and hard. I came over and over and over. I’m pretty sure the whole house could hear me (if not the whole neighborhood). He encouraged me to scream. I don’t need much encouragement.

He was good at making me come just as long as he wanted. I’m sure MasterDoc’s work on sensitizing me has a lot to do with it, but I was somewhat dismayed to find there’s more than one man who can force me to orgasm. Why, you may ask? Because as much as I love coming being pushed to the ends of my endurance and be so difficult.

After a million orgasms for me, and a quick cuddle, I gave this guy the best blow job I could and he loved it. When he said he was ready to come I finished him off with my hands (I don’t let guys come in my mouth until I know them really well.) It was a successful interlude I must say.

I got a break from coming and got more food. I ended up chatting with a variety of people (particularly about sex in the library) and then again with the guy I had fooled around with. He seemed smitten. It was nice to experience. He suggested going upstairs to watch whatever might be going on. Alas, DeeDee was resting and MasterDoc was in the loo. But after a bit MasterDoc could be found spanking and fingering the hostess. I watched some and got really hot again. The guy told me to get on my knees and like the slut that I am I knelt and blew him in the hallway.

I said good night to that guy a little later, and started flirting with the hot young guy there (who has a big cock. His scene name reflects his cock size.). I was relaxing on the bed in the next bedroom and the male host of the party started my stroking thighs. He did that dom sort of feeling out a situation by starting to play with my thighs. When I didn’t object he went further. He finger fucked me and jeez my pussy was sore the next day.  He fucked me, and the hot guy with the big cock came up behind my head on the bed. I got to enjoy cock choking as my head hung off the bed with him sliding his cock deep into my throat. I was doing so much choking that my nose was runny, my eyes tearing, and my hair a complete mess. I certainly looked like a used slut. Mr. Big Cock fucked me from behind, until I apparently got dry. “Dammit just use lube,” I thought.

I had a great time. MasterDoc came in and fucked me at one point, doggy style, and I loved having him join in. I sucked the host’s cock while stroking Mr. Big Cock with one hand. I was the epitome of slutiness. And I was enjoying every second. I got to come some more with MasterDoc’s permission, and the guys by my face wouldn’t let me get away with sliding off into orgasm and forgetting to suck cock. That in itself was pretty hot.

I wanted Mr. Big Cock to fuck me again, and he had me blow him. The blow job seemed to go on and on and he didn’t get around to fucking me again. He spanked me, it was lacking a little finesse but it made me come. By this time I was thoroughly exhausted. I was so glad to go home. The next morning my stomach muscles were sore from coming so much.

I had a great time.

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Solo

I’m to report my masturbation sessions to MasterDoc. He has also recently mandated that I masturbate at least once (preferably twice) a week since I wasn’t doing much solo exploration. I’m not sure why I’m off masturbation lately. When I was a teenager without a partner I would masturbate a few times a day sometimes! I would make dates with myself to spend a long time masturbating.

Perhaps it’s because I get so much fantastic sex now that I don’t need to masturbate? I don’t know if that’s entirely true since I do get horny when I’m on my own. I’m just not usually willing to take the time to set up the scene when it’s just myself. And being a squirter, I do have to “set up” before masturbation. Throe. Lube. Vibe of some sort. Possibly porn.

Tonight I made a point of masturbation and took some time to watch porn on theupperfloor.com. I had my first orgasm, via my Siri buzzing my clit, while I watched Cherry Torn beg for orgasm. Whew. I think a part of me was glad it was her and not me. But another part reminisced about being in that situation myself and that part was triggered, so I came.

It was a lackluster orgasm. The type I generally have when I masturbate lately. It’s part of why I don’t masturbate more. It just can’t compare to an orgasm with MasterDoc.

I continued masturbating, and continued to watch the porn. A short time passed before I was able to come again. But this time – this time – I thought of MasterDoc telling me to come. Holy fuck I came hard! I squirted almost immediately (and the throe saved my couch which is why I set up before masturbation!) And I kept coming as I imagined him continuing to tell me to come. It was hot.

I’m thinking that instead of porn, I should re-read this blog when I masturbate. If I can’t be with MasterDoc, I can fully imagine I am with him, and get myself off. (Hell, you all read this blog and get yourselves off. Why shouldn’t I?)

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Pleasurists #106

(Awesome photo, don’t you think? – NW)

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Fantasy is My Reality

I’ve lucked out and had fabulous sex the past two nights. I suppose it’s not luck, it’s the smart choice of being with MasterDoc. We seem so bonded now that we can just lean our heads together and soon we’re both twitching a little with arousal. Playing with his chest can be just as effective as licking his groin.

Last night we tried a good deal of deep throating. I actually managed to relax my throat for much longer periods than I have before. As I’m blowing him, I keep going til he’s deep in my throat. I love the noises he makes when I do that. It’s actually good that I gag a little because then the saliva starts flowing and I can give a good, wet, sloppy blow job. I only had a little trouble when we tried it with my head leaning over the bed. Still, I was willing to keep trying! (Yeah, you can call me Ms. Choksondik a la South Park.)

He also continued pushing my limits of orgasm control. Damn if I didn’t worry I was going to give in and come without permission! As he fucks me and I balance just below the peak of my arousal, I get more turned on thinking that I’m his cunt and he can fuck me for as long as he wants while I desperately moan and whimper, desperate for orgasm. I’m glad he didn’t give in to my whimpers (he’s a very generous Dom where orgasms are concerned) but pushed me. I was determined not to let him down and come un-ordered. (Granted, he has told me that since he’s pushing me, it’s not the end of the world if I slip and come – ONLY if it’s a genuine slip though. Goodness knows he can spot me lying a mile away.) When he did let me come, the throe ended up covered in squirty puddles. I don’t really mind laying on the wet throe. I guess it’s the hotness of knowing that dampness is my come. If it gave off an odor I may not be so keen on my come, but since it’s virtually odorless and evaporates easily I’m perfectly happy to get a little wet.

The night before, I had one of those, “I’m SUCH a pervert” moments while we watched more delightful porn from TheUpperFloor.com. I got turned on by Cherry Torn’s look of pain and later, the tears that ran down her face, while she tended to one guy’s cock and the other whipped her back with a dragon’s tail. I wanted to be that girl, although I’m not sure I can handle that pain. Also as I watched kink.com head honcho Peter Ackworth in a scene I realized that I have the hots for him. It’s an old turn-on for me – pasty English guys. Seriously, I love English, Scottish and Irish men. I’ve had all but Scottish at this point. (Um, any Scots in NYC out there?) I suppose I should throw in Welsh just to cover ALL of the UK and Ireland.

Another, newer turn on was the depersonalization of one of the slaves in the video wearing a hood. I’ve long had anxiety about hoods as I can freak out from difficulty breathing – I’ve had some severe asthma attacks in my time. But the holes in the hood looked adequate for breathing, and it was kinda hot to deprive her a bit of her senses while turning her into an object. (Yes, some feminists like women as sex objects! I think it should be done consensually, unlike most objectification of women in our culture. Therein lies the problem.)

I felt like MasterDoc had complete control over me. If he wants to make me come, he can. If he wants to keep me coming, he can. If he wants me to cool down he can do it as well. It was really fucking hot. The slightest touch and I’m jelly.

We’ve fucked in many positions the past couple of days. Doggy, missionary, me on top. The basic three. The serviceable three. The ones that work so we all keep coming back to them.

I’ve been working extra hard to be a good submissive this week. I’ve done lots of household chores without being asked. When he’s asked for me to do something I react right away and get it done – no moaning. It’s not been perfect but I’ve been doing well. Proof of that is when I licked his ass without complaint or making a face AND I tried hard to do it right. I tried pushing my tongue into his hole. I tried sucking a bit. Anything he’s taught me he likes, I tried. I managed to push my sense of gross-out to the side and I could appreciate the act as service and giving him pleasure.

I helped him come that night with caresses and playing with his ass, kneading the flesh with my hands. I felt like talking about hot things I’d like him to do to me, or I was fantasizing about at the time. But my usual hesitance kept me thinking, “What if?” What if I talk too much. What if he’s not into what I’m describing. Would it be hot and forward or inappropriate for a sub? Stupid hesitance won out as usual. Blogging about this ensures that MasterDoc will talk to me about this, particularly if he does want me spewing a dirty stream of fantasy from my mouth.

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Reviews Update

With the holiday season just around the corner, there are some products that were fantastic when I first got them and reviewed them, but unfortunately they haven’t lasted the test of time. I’d like to update you, my readers, on these products now that I’ve had them a while.

- Acuvibe Mini

Oh how I loved this! It was like a low setting Hitachi without a cord. We’d bring it with us to parties and clubs all the time. I was totally in love with it until…. it stopped holding a charge. Within several months of getting it it was totally useless. It’s been in a dresser drawer since. I’m totally disappointed.

- For Your Nymphomation Adult Toy Chest / and FYN Cane Case (Both of these were purchased, not review items)

The shoulder strap came off one end of the cane case (and doesn’t seem to be fixable) and the handle is pulling away from the toy chest. FYN’s cases are fantastic in general concept, but unfortunately don’t seem to hold up to regular use. We’ve had to stop using the side handle on the toy box and use only the top one, however even that is starting to pull away too – this is just a few months after getting the toy chest. (Here’s reviews of the Adult Toy Box and Big Foot, which I don’t use often and haven’t yet had problems with.) It’s a shame because just a year ago I was suggesting FYN cases for holiday gifts. I’ve been told that newer ones are reinforced at the handle, plus there’s now a backstrap for the adult toy chest – but these don’t help if you get an earlier run of the product.

- Lover’s Riding Crop

This was fantastic for a long time, but recently it broke. (This is about a year and a half after we got it.) I wouldn’t say not to buy it as it’s inexpensive, and we did get over a year of heavy use with it.

Some products weren’t given rave reviews to begin with, but since these started out so well and ended up nearly or completely useless I wanted to give an update. As with anything, buyer beware.

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