Monthly Archive for March, 2010

Hot Sex (and nary a penis in a vagina)

Published on March 31, 2010 in anal, D/s, happy, masturbation, orgasm on command, porn, shio, squirting and Uncategorized. 1 Comment

Sex is so much more than standard, heterosexual intercourse – even for a heterosexual coupling. MasterDoc is taking his ritalin more often these days (as prescribed, he has attention deficit disorder) and a side effect of ritalin is that it can inhibit erections. It doesn’t always, but he forewarned me that he will take it more regularly (for various reasons) and so I might not get so much penis-in-vagina sex. While I love p-i-v, there’s much more that can be fun.

I wasn’t sure what we were going to get up to on Tuesday night. I mean, I’m never really sure as it’s up to him. I put in an instead cup just in case since I had my period. Ultimately, we ended up watching porn on the laptop on the bed and masturbating at the same time. He had gotten started while I was in the shower, and he was on the verge of coming but thankfully realized how sad I would be if he was done before I even started. He held back, and I managed to catch up after a little while. (He’s good to me.)

He looked over at me playing with myself, and my eyes were closed. “Are you not interested in the porn?” he asked.

“Oh I am, it’s just that I was… concentrating on… other things…”

“Like?”

“Like how good I was making myself feel,” I said shyly. I had worked myself up playing with my clit. A short while later, he turns to me and tells me to come. Within seconds I’m orgasming hard, squirting (hoping with the vaginal contractions that I don’t push out the instead cup) and off in another world. He knows that I tend to tense up around my upper chest and shoulders during orgasm, and that soreness from that can cause me to stop coming prematurely, so as I was by his feet he used a foot to hold my chest down. And I came harder. He then threw some real Dominance in there and put his foot on my head. God, it was hot being under his foot. It’s just so symbolic of being submissive to someone.

He had me lube up my ass and face away from him on hands and knees and work a toy into my ass to prepare it for his cock. It has been a while since we’ve done anal and I was looking forward to it. Alas, I grew terribly uncomfortable in the half-squatting position I had to be in to reach back to put the toy in my ass. The anal never happened.

We ended up taking a break. I got some fruit to eat and he had an Edy’s frozen fruit bar. I finished my bowl of fresh strawberries before him and hung out on the bed. I noticed that a bit was going to drip off his ice pop onto the bed, and as I was saying, “That’s going to drip!” I threw out my hands and caught the melted bit of ice pop in my hand. We grinned at how on the ball I was and I pointed out: “That’s a 201 level sub skill – watching your Dom’s ice pop for drips then catching them with your hands.”

We laughed over this. A few minutes later he pointed out a 301 level skill he would like me to work on: when his snack is going to take longer than mine, I should think of what things I could get done around the house while he finishes. (Such as, empty out the dishwasher.) I said, “Yes, Sir” and filed it away for future use. This should go in the butler’s book DeeDee and I are starting soon.

Later, we did more of the same and again I came suddenly when he told me to – even though I was NOT on the verge of coming. He really can inspire orgasm in me much easier now than ever before. I squirted copious amounts that night. Thankfully I had put down my throe.

MasterDoc still hadn’t come after all that, and he told me to get behind him to help. I played with his ass and pressed my naked body up against him. It was such a turn on to turn him on and I really got into it. I sat up after a few minutes and worked my hands more firmly on his buttocks in that slow, firm way he likes. I grabbed some lube and lubed up his ass and my finger, and slowly worked a finger inside him. I think for the first time I identified the prostate (although he could very well dispute me on this when he reads this). I felt a bumpy spot just within finger’s reach and played with it – pressing, stroking, thinking about what I like having done to my g-spot. (Did you know that when a woman squirts it’s female prostatic fluid? Yes women have a prostate (more commonly called Skene’s gland). I learned this from an Em and Lo DVD series on Sex that I’m in the middle of reviewing.)

Whatever I was doing, it seemed to work for him and he came. I gently worked my way out of his ass, pressing along his perineum.

I was satisfied and we had both come – and no penile insertion had happened. But it was just as hot as if we fucked.

“Do it to Julia!”

Published on March 27, 2010 in attraction, bdsm, blow jobs, commitment, cunnilingus, D/s, dom, embarrassment, emotions, exhibitionism, happy, horny, humiliation play, kink, libido, masochism, masturbation, musings, non-monogamy, optimism, orgasm denial, orgasm on command, poly, sadism, sex, sex parties, shio, slut, spanking, squirting, submissive, trust and Uncategorized. 1 Comment

I’ve spent plenty of time the last two months bitching about struggling through PMS. I’m happy to say this month is better, but even though it seems like all is well, I can tell that in a way my mood has gone a bit manic this time. I’m not bipolar, but I think even in regular depression sometimes your mood will swing the other way – just far less often than a person with bipolar might experience. I find myself giddy this month, googly-eyed lovey, eager to do things. I went for an hour long walk today. I never do that! So while the symptoms this month could be described as “positive” I think it’s just another side of the coin from the “negative” symptoms of the past few months. I’m out of balance emotionally like I am every month, it’s just that this month seems more positive.

Last night I had a wonderful night out with MasterDoc. My giddy, lovey mood made me really appreciate how happy I am with him. I really got into our dynamic and realized how fulfilling it is for me. It’s funny, because I constantly struggle with two different desires – there’s a part of me that’s independent and wants to make my own damn decisions but there’s another part of me that wants nothing more than for him to have control. These two parts sometimes conflict. A part of me says that I shouldn’t just let someone else control me like he does, but then I am so turned on and so happy when he does take control.

When we arrived at the swing club, he poured us some water since the bartender wasn’t around. I had said I was thirsty and I couldn’t wait until the water was poured. But, rather than hand it to me, he took a drink first. I wanted to say something as I was so thirsty, but the look he gave me said it all. “I want to make sure you remember your place,” he said to me. I went weak in the knees.

All last night, I found that being his slut was hotter than anything else. I realized that while we do sometimes like swinging with others, there are times like last night where the real kink being satisfied out at the swing club is that I’m his whore, and he gets to show off just what I will do for him. He gets to talk to me like I’m a dirty slut in front of everyone and I don’t object but instead am obviously turned on. I follow his command without hesitation or argument when he tells me to suck his cock, or take my clothes off, or come.

I have moments when I worry that some people are judging me for being such a whore. But then I get so turned on by it that I forget to feel embarrassed. While some might judge me, I think that most people find how I am to be phenomenally hot. The single men at the club are all eager to talk to us in the hopes of joining in. I’m not gorgeous, I’m fat and flabby, but I am a sex goddess there. And I am his. He gets to be the guy who has control over this nymph who wants to fuck and fuck and fuck. (And the reason I want to fuck and fuck and fuck is because I’m so fucking turned on by him.) We’re parts of a whole. It’s a dynamic. I give up control, he takes control and we’re both happy in those states.

Just when I thought I was tired from coming, I’d look into his eyes again and I’d start breathing shallowly and I’d ache for him to touch me and make me come. He can make me come without even touching any of the typical erogenous zones. For me, the hottest part of sex is the mind-fuck, the control. While the stimulation of my pussy is wonderful, the fact that he controls when I come makes the fucking amazingly more intense. I realized last night that being submissive and kinky really are integral parts of my personality. As my Dom, he fulfills me so much that I am willing to struggle with insecurity and jealousy because sharing him with others is still way better than not having him in my life. I think I’m also starting to grow more secure. I’ve been making a concerted effort to focus on the positive and I have started noticing things I’d ignore before in favor of dwelling on the negative. I noticed last night, truly noticed and internalized, how much he enjoys being with me. And I’m starting to see that his wanting to spend time with others doesn’t diminish that. Since I’ve grown so very fond of DeeDee, I can totally see why he wants to spend time with her. And that makes it easier to go busy myself with something else when they want time alone. (She does the same for me.)

Is this a breakthrough or just the hyper-happiness of PMS? I really hope it’s the former.

Unlike most entries I’m not really telling the story of what sex acts we did last night. It just doesn’t seem as interesting to me as capturing what goes on mentally. He made me suck his cock and he choked me on it in front of everyone. He fingered me to orgasm in front of an audience, he made me come by just stroking my legs, butt, hip and breasts. He made me come over and over, uncontrollably. I squirted a huge puddle a couple of times. He fucked me hard and spanked me with the hard wooden paddle. He let some random guy eat me out, and I didn’t so much come from his abilities (which were ok but not great) but I came from knowing I was doing it because I’m MasterDoc’s slut. He made me come with my pants on just by grabbing my hair and talking dirty to me. I was so afraid I’d squirt in my pants!

I just kept thinking about how I’m really his whore and I will do nearly anything for him. That sort of power strikes me as scary at some moments, but I always come back to the key point that makes it not scary – he would never do anything to truly hurt me. He pushes my limits. He gets me to do things I thought I would never do, but he has never, not once done anything damaging to me. And even on the rare occasions where something didn’t quite work, he is fast to talk things over and make sense of what the issue was so he could avoid it in the future. Sometimes I think that it’s weird for a modern, feminist woman to be so deeply devoted to him, but I am.

The title of this entry came from MasterDoc, who of course got the line from George Orwell’s novel 1984. Near the end of the story, the main character (Winston) is locked up by the totalitarian government. They make him betray his love, Julia, by scaring him to death with something he fears the most (I want to say it was rats but I can’t recall). They make him break down and tell them that he wants them to do this horrible thing to Julia, not him. They make Winston betray her. MasterDoc has a knack for talking about something kinky and difficult and possibly painful, and he is good at making DeeDee and I encourage him to do it to the other, as long as he’s not doing it to us. He thinks this is hot. lol He really does like having power and control, doesn’t he?

Sensation Play

Published on March 25, 2010 in best sex bloggers, D/s, edge play, gags, kink, masochism, needle play, nipple clamps, orgasm on command, sadism, sex toys, shio, squirting, Uncategorized and wartenburg wheel. 0 Comments

Early in the day, via instant message, I put in a request for MasterDoc to please use the Wartenburg wheel and one or more of the gags I have to review if we fooled around that night. I’m welcome to put ideas out there, but I can’t expect that he will always go with them. Still, it’s nice to know I can speak up and say, “Hey, I’d really like to play with this toy.”

After dinner, he asked me what I felt more in the mood for – being beaten or sex. I replied that I was keen on something that’s bdsm play, but not necessarily impact play. He acknowledged my earlier request and when we headed to the bedroom he had me gather the items I asked for. Hooray! He also had me get the snake bite suckers, the magic wand, riding crop, needles and alcohol wipes.

He had me put in the ball gag, which stayed on for the entirety of the scene. I was happy to finally find a gag that doesn’t set off my gag reflex. (I used the smallest ball it came with.) As I lay on my back on the bed, he attached the snake bite suction cups to my nipples and clit. The kit comes with two larger cups and one thinner one that’s just right for the clit. I could really feel my clitoris sucked into the tube. It was a strangely arousing yet slightly uncomfortable feeling. He flicked the cups with his fingers and the crop. He ran the Wartenburg wheel over my body. I love how it feels over my skin, however it does certainly get the nerves responding. I flinch this way and that as he runs the spiky wheel over my flesh.

He had me sit up and he commented on how silly the snake bite suckers looked. He flicked them some more and took the crop to my inner thighs a little. He removed the suckers and had me lay down again, this time he ran the Wartenburg wheel over sensitive bits like my clit, labia and nipples. Ouch! It truly hurt at those moments, but he didn’t linger. He did run the wheel over those bits repeatedly.

He had me get on hands and knees, and he propped the magic wand against my clit. He warned me not to move or let the magic wand move. Then he gave me more wheel, this time running up and down my back which made me shiver. And running it across my asshole was painful! He tormented me as the magic wand did its thing. I reached back a couple of times to re-situate the wand, and he let me do this.

I was approaching orgasm when I felt him clean off my right ass cheek with an alcohol swab. I knew what was coming and the tension building – both the orgasmic tension and the nerves that come before being pierced – made my body super sensitive. He pierced my ass, slapped the needle once it was in my skin and I rode out the endorphin rush as the magic wand buzzed away at my clit. The mixture of pain and pleasure was delightful (says this masochist). He pierced me again, alongside the other needle (as near as I can tell). Again, more endorpins.

He told me to come and as I did I squirted a gallon. I could feel the fluid rush over the head of the magic wand and down my thighs. It must have drenched MasterDoc’s hand as he held the wand to my clit.

I was a little disappointed that I didn’t manage to drool around the gag, that would have been hot. But I do like the breathing holes it has. But I shouldn’t complain one bit here, the whole scene was hot and I came. Oh yes, I came.

e[lust] #10

Published on March 24, 2010 in blogs and e[lust]. 0 Comments

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Negotiation – Not Nearly As Awkward As Having a Breakdown in Public – All the worries about getting to know a new person (“Am I dressed ok? Are they gonna like my stories about my grandma?”) get exaggerated when you’re talking about sex and desire…

Dollar Store Domme – He definitely can’t elude the dollops of toothpaste I dab onto his nipples. It takes a delicious second before he feels the cool burn penetrate his flesh. By that time I’m already up and selecting a plastic spatula from the credenza.

The Best of Both Worlds or Lost in Limbo? – Whether intentional or unthinking, bisexual denial is a frustrating thing for bisexual, pansexual or ‘fluid’ people to have to deal with.

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The Daddy Issue: Sexualizing Abuse – I needed to walk through this fear, and turn it into pleasure. I needed to prove to myself that he hadn’t broken me. That he hadn’t changed who I was to become. That I was not affected by what he did. That he didn’t abuse me.

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…And Orgasms On Demand

A Neighbor In Need #7

Afternoon Delight!

Casino

Desperation & Dominance

I am a keeper of secrets

I Got Fucked

I am Coming for You: A Letter to Scin

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The Flash Fiction Friday FAQ!

Trussed

We fucked, they applauded

Where there is a libido, there is a way

Wicked Wednesday: Idyll

Thoughts & Advice on Sex & Relationships

20 Reasons Why Sex Is Good

Red Flags of an Abusive Partner, Part 2

Restrictions and Satisfaction

Someone Else’s Shoes

Sex Isn’t Everything

The Art of Sensual Touching-Caressing for You and Your Partner

The STI You Haven’t Heard of: Molluscum contagiosum

The Suit

Vibrant Woman or Live Masturbation Sleeve

What I Don’t Need

Kink & Fetish

A Little Girl’s Need for Submission

Are You Done Yet?

A Reformatory Punishment

BDSM Advice Series: Floggers

Bruises

Determined to bind

His Slut

I Really Wasn’t In The Mood

Impact

Pain and Healing

Questions From DH About These Things We Do

Surrender

Sub Drop: Fact or Fiction?

Tiiu Ashcraft – Fetish Artist and Beauty

The Eroticism of Tattoos

The Competition

Wanting to want

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Asshat of the Day Award

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Simultaneous Orgasms and Blow Jobs

Published on March 24, 2010 in bdsm, blow jobs, D/s, DeeDee, kink, masturbation, non-monogamy, orgasm denial, orgasm on command, porn, sex toys, shio, squirting, submissive, threesome and Uncategorized. 2 Comments

On Monday night, I hung out with MasterDoc and DeeDee. It was her last night before heading home. The three of us had lots of laughs – particularly when we compared notes as to what MasterDoc does to each of us. We also came up with the idea of creating a butler’s book – a book with notes about how MasterDoc likes things, and what needs to be done, that we could both contribute to. (The term being taken from the books that butlers used to keep track of household information.) While this idea was quite funny, it’s also pretty practical. DeeDee is still early enough in her relationship with him that it feels like she has to learn something new multiple times a day, whereas I’ve been with him longer and I have more of a store of knowledge. My entries in the book could help her out.

MasterDoc lounged on the couch and had us do something he had been talking about for quite a while – he had us take turns blowing him and snuggling. One of us would be sucking him off while he petted and talked to and kissed the other. So the one giving the oral would be fairly objectified. I found myself working even harder than usual, with the thinking that if I did a good job I’d gain attention. I sucked more than usual, played with his surrounding body even more than usual. We took turns for a while but unfortunately it’s not true that we could go on indefinitely by taking turns.

I had selected the porn that played on the television. The first rough sex clip I chose seemed a little too real – very unsettling and like the guy in it really does hate women rather than just liking it rough. I opted instead for a clip I had seen before and liked a great deal. The video really seems to fit the most basic components of my fantasy life – being “forced” to do something, being used, and gradually getting into it and loving it. I love this clip because the actress seems to be truly enjoying herself. Yes, I am a dirty perv. But MasterDoc and DeeDee both approved of the selection.

MasterDoc let us take a break and we lay on the mat on the living room floor. We had our choice of various toys he had told me to bring in, and there was a tense moment asking who would get the one and only magic wand. (MD said he really needs two. Both DeeDee and I offered to bring our own from home.) DeeDee offered that I could choose and selfish one that I am I went for the magic wand. I’m glad to say, however, that I had brought in the nea as well and I know that she likes that toy. MasterDoc had both of us masturbate on the living room floor. He was able to relax on the sofa while verbally instructing us. He made sure we were both ready to come and told us to. We orgasmed simultaneously and for an extended time. MasterDoc told us after that it was really hot to watch, and I can only imagine. Watching one woman come is hot, watching two do it at the same time? Whew.

We relaxed and watched some more porn and I started to play with myself again, this time manually. As I get increasingly intense at rubbing my clit, MasterDoc notices and points out that I’m looking to come again. He asks DeeDee if he should let me. I honestly don’t remember her response but ultimately he did let me come. I squirted both times I came, and the cover to the Liberator escape had to be washed. (Thank you for washing it, DeeDee!)

MasterDoc had us get back to sucking his cock. While I lavished oral attention on his dick, he seemed to be talking DeeDee towards another orgasm. He makes her come while playing with herself and she doesn’t seem to hear him when he tells her to “take it down,” meaning to slowly decrease and stop the stimulation and stop coming. He says it again and this time she hears and reluctantly stops coming.

Cuddles and aftercare took place on the floor mat. MasterDoc ultimately decided he wasn’t going to come that night, but I think overall the three of us had a wonderful time. I know I did.

“I want to be your dirty whore.”

Published on March 23, 2010 in bdsm, blow jobs, cunt, D/s, humiliation play, kink, orgasm denial, orgasm on command, piss play, porn, sex, sex toys, shio, slut, spanking, squirting and Uncategorized. 2 Comments

This past weekend I shared my time with MasterDoc with DeeDee. There’s sometimes bumps in the road of poly – unintentionally hurt feelings. But thankfully DeeDee is so easy to talk to, so we always talk things out and resolve them. I like her lots and I’m glad she’s in MasterDoc’s life (and mine).

But since we were sharing, we each made sure to have something other to do for at least one evening. Saturday night I went over to my friend DivaSub’s place and watched movies while DeeDee and MasterDoc got some alone time. On Sunday, it was my turn.

MasterDoc teased me and then pushed me to orgasm with the magic wand. Lately, I find myself wondering if I should really keep coming as long as he lets me. It’s like he wrings every last orgasm out of my body, and I love it. Rolling from orgasm to orgasm is amazing, and I get a kick out of it when I hear him chuckle sometimes as I writhe around in ecstasy. Strong, prolonged orgasms are as good as drugs. I think if I could have a long orgasm session with MasterDoc as needed while I’m battling PMS I could skip the benzodiazepine that I generally take to keep me calm when I’m particularly anxious.

The orgasms were so amazing that even though I can always go for more sex, I would have been quite happy with just that. However, we played for much longer.

I sucked his cock, getting it hard, thrusting it down my throat as far as I can. He gagged me on it a little and I find that lately I’m really turned on by roughness. The porn I watch is almost exclusively rough sex porn lately, and I have fantasies I hope to play out of being “forced” into sex with MasterDoc.

I guess I did a good job sucking his cock as he had me get on my knees at the edge of the bed. He fucked me standing up. I moan and drool and bite my thumb as he fucks me. I try to keep my arousal at the edge of peaking and it’s something that’s both wonderfully pleasurable and really difficult to do. While I’m thankful that he lets me come at the end, I’m also thankful that he makes me wait for it. I came and squirted. He stroked my body as I convulsed and he slid himself on top of me. He pressed his thigh in between my legs and told me to come once more and upon hearing his words I came, squirting against his leg.

By this time of the evening, I’m an interesting mix of satisfied, tired, and highly aroused. It seems the more sex I get, the more I want. This reminds me of the time I kept a friend with benefits up til 4 a.m. fucking and he had to cry uncle because I was hoping to go for one more round.

MasterDoc put on some piss porn. This porn consisted of a woman sucking hard on a guy’s cock while he peed in her mouth. I don’t know how she managed it, but in a strange way it was hot. I realized that the idea of being his dirty whore is hot. If asked, I would have denied that the porn was turning me on, however my body gave me away – MasterDoc noticed that I would twitch slightly every now and then. As we watched, I helped him come by playing with his asshole. After massaging his anus I gently worked a lubed finger in. I pressed against his prostate (or as close as I could get) and also on his perineum. This seemed to have a great effect. Even after he shot his load I continued making him twitch with gentle pressure in his ass until he told me to stop.

So I was fixated on the idea of being his dirty whore – I craved him doing something dirty and repulsive to me because I wanted to submit to him that deeply. He must have noticed my mood and he had me go into the bathroom and prepare myself for being pissed on. I tried running hot water to warm the tub up, but it unfortunately didn’t work much. The tub was horribly cold as I lay down in it and played with my clit. He stood over me and spoke teasingly, helping get me to the edge. I had permission to come when I felt his piss hit my body. He pissed all over my chest and belly while I came hard. It seemed like he pissed an extra long time, and an usually large quantity. But then I doubt I’ve really been in so close contact with the quantity a human typically pees until I experienced water sports.

After, I was happy and dazed and asked him if I could wash off. He let me wash off right away.

We had had a full, hot evening but as we watched more porn on the laptop, he decided he wanted to come once more. He jerked off as I rubbed one out. Coming is so easy when I’m that primed. We came at the same time and I loved it.

Kinky Weekend

Published on March 21, 2010 in anxiety, bdsm, blogs, caning, D/s, DeeDee, exhibitionism, kink, masochism, orgasm denial, orgasm on command, sex parties, sex toys, sybian and Uncategorized. 0 Comments

So after a week of intense work and being busy nearly every night, I was thrilled to be going out with MasterDoc and DeeDee to a bdsm party on Friday night. When I got to MasterDoc’s after work, DeeDee was with a guy who’s come by for a few shows. They have clicked well and so above and beyond the shows they have fooled around. DeeDee had orgasm after orgasm as I relaxed in the next room with MasterDoc. I felt a little jealous, not having had an orgasm in days, however it was also really fun to hear her moaning over and over. The four of us ate dinner together, and DeeDee decided she was too worn out from all the sex to go out with us. I of course never object to a night out alone with MasterDoc.

The party was held in a New York City loft and they had a fair amount of bdsm equipment around. There was a suspension frame, a couple of different types of spanking benches, a cross against a wall, and the two techie toys – a fucking machine and MasterDoc’s sybian.

We arrived early since we were bringing the sybian, and it was super quiet early on. We relaxed, talked to some people and MasterDoc made it clear I was going to try the fucking machine. I was nervous about it and tried to have it put off as much as possible.

To get me in the mood (as I indicated I would surely need to be warmed up before being pounded by a machine) MasterDoc had me lean over a bench and he caned me. My pain tolerance was pretty good and he went at it for a while, alternating with hands, the riding crop and small flogger. He pressed my nea vibe to my clit and teased me, and unfortunately since the angle was odd he teased me even more than intended – he wasn’t quite on the right spot. So while it felt good and I was getting hornier and hornier, there was no way I would come from it. He told me I could come if I wanted to, whenever I wanted to, but I just couldn’t get there.

We took a break, during which we met a nice, young Asian-American woman who is new to bdsm but embracing it wholeheartedly. She’s subbing to the party organizer and he told her she was definitely getting a sybian ride. I got to sit right next to MasterDoc as he gave her the ride and as always it’s so hot to watch a woman in the throes of passion.

Towards the end of the ride, MasterDoc got a phone call, which he picked up while continuing the ride, much to everyone’s amusement. It was DeeDee, asking if she could come again. (!) Apparently the million orgasms she had had weren’t enough. He gave her permission to masturbate and then finished the young lady’s ride. He called DeeDee to check in on her after the ride and I started feeling impatient. I hadn’t had an orgasm in days, hadn’t had cock in nearly a week, and she had just had an amazing amount of orgasms. I love DeeDee, I consider her a good friend but at that moment all I could think was, (cue urban accent) “Bitch please! You’re taking up time when I could be having orgasms. You had plenty!” In retrospect, it’s kinda funny. After all, she had no way of knowing what we had or hadn’t done that evening. I wasn’t truly mad, but the timing was just lousy.

MasterDoc remedied the situation quickly by putting me on the sybian next. Very soon, I was begging for orgasm and he teased me for a while, getting me to climb even higher to the peak. I came hard and for a long time – I kept crying out “oh fuck, fuck, fuck” or “oh god, oh god, yes!” alternately. When I peeked around me during the orgasm, I was disappointed that there wasn’t a nice crowd around. People were pretty much busy elsewhere. But still, it remedied my lack of orgasm quite nicely. Unfortunately I ended up a little sore from grinding my clit into the nubby pad on the sybian. I think I need to turn the insertable part around so the smooth side is under my clit. I irritate my delicate inner labia in the heat of passion, which sucks.

So now that I was warmed up, MasterDoc wanted me to try the fucking machine. I was nervous. The lady who he had given the sybian ride to had just tried the fucking machine and her main reflection was that it was “big.” She had come though, so hard that her clenching vaginal muscles stopped the machine. The penis-like attachment looked a bit big for having pound me via machine, so I went with the smaller attachment, but this was less than ideal too. It was tapered at the end, which is useless for getting any g-spot stimulation and it was very flexible at the end, so when the machine was turned on it tended to pull out and not go right back in. We never really got the machine up to speed and I was clearly unhappy. Thankfully MasterDoc let me end things there. Another issue was that there wasn’t a bed, so the ideal position wasn’t possible. I knelt on the couch at an angle, uncomfortably.

And so my first fucking machine experience was a bust. I had been so anxious that it might miss the hole going back in and pound into my crotch. I have suspicions that often these types of machines are a turn on more for men than women.

The rest of the evening was relatively uneventful. There were moments when we saw some really hot scenes, and MasterDoc gave more sybian rides. Mostly the couples were male Dom and female sub, but there was a smoking hot fem Dom there who worked over the single submissive men. One of the nice parts of these parties (this is the second one I’ve been to organized by this host and MasterDoc and DeeDee went with our friend V. to one in between) is that they’re run by a black guy, and so there’s a big mix of ethnicities. So often I’ve only encountered white people out at bdsm events. I think until recently I subconsciously thought bdsm was really more of a white person thing (not to mention that until recently I hadn’t encountered the queer bdsm community either), but I’m happy to find that there are perverts in all demographics, and it’s wonderful that this party is truly inclusive of everyone.

There were stretches of boredom, but also some hot scenes like the big, strong, bald white guy who has a black submissive. He flogged her hard and I cringed a bit, even though I often like quite the same thing. However he pointed out that she likes it and proved this to me by barely touching her pussy through her panties and letting her come. Clearly, she enjoys kink as much as I do.

A guy with a nice body got flogged by the fem Dom and that was hot to watch. I pointed out to MasterDoc that male Doms have it easy – fem Doms have to flog in six-inch platform heels. (At least, if they’re going along with the male dominated view of what a female Dom should look like.) A few of the sub men purposely sissified themselves, and I have to admit that’s not really my thing. I prefer my men to be more manly but to each his own.

Saturday evening, MasterDoc, DeeDee and I went to the Kink Academy open house in Manhattan. Diva had convinced me to come so I could speak about the site since I think highly of it. I had just gotten to meet the “headmistress” Princess Kali the other night and I quite like her too. Having a circle of pervy friends and acquaintances is such a wonderful thing. They’re people I can be myself around.

The open house was lots of fun. There were demonstrations, contests – I participated (actually, I was first to volunteer) in a contest of putting condoms on bananas with our mouths. We all did well and got prizes. I had recently watched something with Midori teaching how to put a condom on with your mouth, so between that and Tess giving her lesson, I was ready. I also managed to win a hogtie (a metal ring with four leather straps coming off with clips at the ends – it’s used to clip together wrist and ankle cuffs into a hogtie position) and a complete set of Kink Academy’s scene starter cards. Whoo hoo! AND a one year free membership. Winning anything is uncommon for me, and to make out like a bandit yesterday I felt even happier that I went and spoke well of Kink Academy.

I got to meet various people who had heard of me, and it’s always nice when people compliment me on the blog. It really means a lot to be told that my openness about sexuality is having a positive effect. While I often think of this blog as mainly a space for me to record my adventures and express myself, I do partly do it as a means of sex-positive activism. To be recognized for it – even if it’s just a pat on the back – feels wonderful.

You’re Putting a Needle Through Where?

Published on March 15, 2010 in bdsm, blow jobs, cunnilingus, D/s, edge play, emotions, horny, humiliation play, kink, masochism, needle play, orgasm denial, orgasm on command, sadism, sex, shio, slut, squirting, submissive and Uncategorized. 2 Comments

If you were to meet MasterDoc socially, you’d find him to be a really nice, witty, flirty guy (at least if you’re female). So it would probably then surprise you when he goes into Dom-mode: suddenly he becomes forceful, sadistic, and a world class mind-fucker. (And don’t I love it!) We were on the bed last night, getting ready to fool around and his demeanor changed into Dom-mode.

The back story that led to this: I noted that he had something stuck in his teeth, and I felt too squeamish to pick at it myself to help him clear it so he decided to point out that, “Maybe it’s time I spit in your mouth.” This shut me up but good and I did overcome my squeamishness to help him clear the debris. He went on for a while pontificating if he should spit in my mouth first, or piss in it first. If you’re not kinky, this probably appalls you. If you are kinky, it’s pretty damn hot isn’t it? I put my head down on the bed, cringing. I was afraid he would actually do one or both of those things last night. “Are you my piss slut?” he asked me. I was already sliding into subspace from his mind-fuckery and I gave the proper response, a hesitant “Yes, Sir.”

“Good, you’re already getting into the proper head space,” he said. He made me look at him and I could feel the blood throbbing in my veins. The idea of him forcing me to do things that are positively vile is strangely erotic. I hoped beyond hope that it was just a mind fuck and I lucked out – this time. I love the mind fuck more than I’d love the pissing in my mouth, I can tell you. But without the very real threat of him actually doing it, the mind fuck might not work as well.

He had me get my collar and a bunch of other items needed for our play time. Most notably, he had me get the needles and alcohol wipes. After arraying the lube, condoms, dildoes, etc. on the bed I lay down on my back as he opened the needle box.

“Have you ever thought about me piercing your outer labia?”

I cringed, afraid that this would hurt like hell. He pointed out that it’s the less-sensitive outer labia he was talking about, but then realized that it’s thicker than the inner labia, so perhaps it’s not less painful. He stroked my cunt a bit while he talked about this, and I grew more and more aroused and my breath sped up. The words coming out of his mouth were enough to drive me into a frenzy, and before we even got around to using any needles he was rubbing my clit and telling me to come. I came very hard, squirting. He had used only the slightest physical stimulation, but a huge amount of mental stimulation, to make me come.

“Wow,” was all I could say afterward. I thanked him for the delicious orgasm.

He got back on track with the needles, however, and swabbed down my labia with an alcohol wipe. Of course this burned a little bit, but not as bad as I might have thought it would. He pulled a fresh needle out of its case, and told me to contain my motion. I steeled myself to hold still and he pushed the needle through my right outer labia. Wow. That hurt. It took me a little while to slow my breathing, although this wasn’t entirely due to pain, but also due to arousal. He leaned up to kiss me and whisper naughty things and his t-shirt caught a little on the needle, causing more pain.

He licked my clit a little and while I was aroused he slid the needle out, which hurt just about as much as it going in. While I was still trying to process the pain, he licked my clit and diverted my attention into horniness. Before long I was coming again at his command. I had another mind-blowing, extended orgasm.

Fuck, I’m a lucky girl.

That would have been more than enough, but also I was up for more and I was so pleased when he decided we weren’t done. I stroked his chest, lusting after him. He got into position for me to ride his cock and I joyfully sucked his cock when it went down a little bit. I was so horny, so lustful and I couldn’t get enough of his cock in my mouth. I finally tore myself away to get on top and ride him. My left hip seized shortly after we started, but he massaged the area and it loosened up enough to let me get caught up in how great it felt having my clit rub against his body as I rode him like a mad woman. Seriously, I fucked like a slut in heat.

And he let me have another orgasm. Yes, he is good to me. I could never survive a Dom who demanded extended orgasm control.

His internet and cable were out due to the terrible storm we had in the area over the weekend, so we really had nothing else to do but fuck. And so I was lucky and he had me kneel at the edge of the bed and he fucked me standing up. It felt so good that I nearly didn’t mind that I wasn’t coming for an extended period of time. I’m not sure how long he fucked me, but damn it felt amazing and I have worried more and more lately that he will manage to force me to come without getting his permission first. When he gave the word, I came and squirted yet again.

All this was absolutely amazing and we were laying on the bed recovering while he decided if he wanted to come last night. I was not only happy to help him come, I was so turned on playing with his body. I massaged his ass and thighs. I paid attention when he told me I could touch his asshole more firmly. And then in a stroke of inspiration (which is sadly not often enough since I’m such a slut for being told what to do) I licked his balls. I continued licking his balls as he came and I pressed on his asshole with my fingers. I helped massage his perineum to extend the good feelings and made him twitch some more.

Cuddles followed and I felt so very good. He told me that I needed to make the orgasms last, as he gave me one for each day he won’t see me this week. Work stress got in the way of that today, but writing this blog entry takes me back to those good feelings. Is it any wonder I want to spend as much time as possible with this man?

In the midst of all this, as I cuddled up to him at one point, he whispered in my ear, “I am very, very happy with you.” My insecurity was lifted for a time, and I said, “Thank you, Sir.” I took a few moments to try to internalize what he said. I spend too much time focusing on negatives. I did my best for once to focus on the positive.

Fucking with an Audience

Published on March 11, 2010 in bdsm, blow jobs, cunnilingus, cunt, D/s, emotions, exhibitionism, humiliation play, kink, masochism, sex, sex parties, shio, slut, spanking, squirting and Uncategorized. 2 Comments

I recently spent a few days at MasterDoc’s and I took a day off from work to spend more time with him. We took advantage of my being off work and went out to the swing club the evening before. It was the kind of evening where I thrill to even the touch of his hand as we walked to the club. I was happy that we settled in a bed pretty quickly once we got to the club and started fooling around, with quite an audience forming.

I can’t recall the precise order of things. I know he had me put my collar on. I know he took the time to ask me if I was happy that I was going to get sex. (I felt insecure the other day when he wasn’t interested and needed reassurance that it wasn’t that he didn’t want sex with me (since, as I insecurely thought at the time, DeeDee must have met his needs the weekend before). I admitted openly at that time that I was aware it was my insecurity speaking.) He admonished me to focus more on the good things and less on the bad. He pointed out that being needy and clingy wouldn’t get me more time with him, it’s actually more likely to do the opposite.

At some point in the evening he slapped my face a bit as the crowd formed. I felt a little like he was upset with me and there seemed to be more public humiliation than usual that night. This could just be my perception, I don’t know. He also spanked me for a while, but the sensation felt good.

I was pleased to suck his cock as a bunch of guys watched. I thought about how hot it is that I’m his slut and that he can get me to do what he wants in front of all those guys. I thought about how it must be hot for him to be able to exhibit this control. As I sucked his cock he loosened the halter top I had on and he groped my ass. It had to have been clear to the audience that he could do pretty much anything he wanted to do with me.

I sucked and deep throated as much as possible, and I think I managed to control my gag reflex pretty well. Now if only I could control it when I have a gag in my mouth. (Gags often literally make me gag.) He had me take a break and we cuddled. I was happy to cuddle, I needed that as much as I needed the sex. But I was also hot for him as I stroked his chest.

He had me spread my legs and he slapped my pussy pretty hard. The guys around us made appreciative comments. Like my usual shy exhibitionist self I didn’t really look at them. He had me turn around so my head was near the end of the bed, and he fucked me from behind. He let a couple of guys touch me while he did this – groping my tits and such. He spanked my ass. He made me come hard and I squirted all over the sheets. The guys around us loved that. Some talked about wanting me to squirt on their faces.

We rested for a while but somehow ended up fooling around again in short order. He had me get between his legs as he sat higher than me on the pillows, facing the crowd. I had to get my body low on the bed to suck his cock and lick the flesh next to his balls. He told me a few times to get in there with my tongue, and again there was hotness over the fact that I was his submissive slut, burying her face in his crotch. I’m sure the guys around us, dominant types or no, were truly envious of him.

He fucked me a second time and I came screaming and squirting all over again. He tried to have me give a hand job to one of the guys nearby while he did this but I couldn’t hold myself up on one arm. (I suppose that’s one bonus when you have a young, fit sub – she or he can get into and hold positions I can’t. Oh well, this is real life and not porn.)

I was happily cuddling him when he had me lay on my back so one of the guys could touch me. The guy played with my pussy – not bad, not spectacular. Then he asked (somewhat pleadingly) if he could lick my pussy. MasterDoc let him and he did a good job. I came some more and hopefully the guy was all sorts of happy that I did manage to squirt a little bit with him. He fingered me at the same time, and I found myself wondering what he thought the menstrual cup I had inside me was. I ultimately realized he probably thought it was some form of birth control and I stopped worrying.

We had to ask him to stop as I was exhausted. I think MasterDoc felt somewhat victorious to exhaust me. We lay on the bed for a while resting before we got up and headed home. It was a fairly early night for us, but I had been quite well fucked in that time frame.

Pleasurists #68

Published on March 10, 2010 in pleasurists, reviews and sex toys. 0 Comments

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