Monthly Archive for September, 2010

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Piss Slut

Published on September 16, 2010 in bdsm, blow jobs, cunt, D/s, DeeDee, dom, edge play, embarrassment, humiliation play, hypnosis, kink, orgasm on command, piss play, submissive and Uncategorized. 0 Comments

I think MasterDoc is enjoying his new found power to make me come pretty much at will. While we were just sitting on the sofa Monday night he played with my hair, teasing me. I melted a bit and he make a sly remark to DeeDee. I turned to look at him and he was beaming, knowing that if he wanted to he could make me come then.

While the night before I was deeply unsettled by his scope of power, the next night I thought it was incredibly hot. I do love to submit, and the way he can just pull orgasms out of me these days is amazing and an intense act of submission for me.

Later, the three of us (MasterDoc, DeeDee and me) adjourned to the play room. MasterDoc had to get us under control as we were joking and pontificating – when we should have been “getting freaky.” DeeDee sucked his cock, while MasterDoc had me lean in close to him, kiss him and he played with my hair. Fuck. He made me come by that bit of intimacy. He made DeeDee come on command was well.

He didn’t touch my cunt and yet gave me whole body orgasms while DeeDee sucked him. It’s a sexy sound to hear a woman gasp with passion (and for air) after taking a cock in deep. She kept at him for even longer than he intended, and he made me come again and again. The next day I spotted some bruises on my upper arm, and I realized that he must have bitten me – but I was too busy coming to notice!

After these many orgasms for DeeDee and I, she collapsed on one side of the bed and I put a blanket over her at MasterDoc’s request. (She needs a lie down and blanket for aftercare.) He leaned over her at some point, nibbling on her, teasing, and I got to watch him make DeeDee come by starting on the first line of “rock a bye baby.” For some unknown reason I hadn’t thought of him planting different triggers to make her come, but of course he has. Mine is “good girl,” hers must be “rock a bye baby.” Who says we’re not playing with erotic hypnotism?

DeeDee asked to be excused and was allowed to leave. She asked if we wanted any water and went off to get some. MasterDoc lay on the bed next to me musing that he needed to go pee. He didn’t give me a knowing look this time, so it came as a surprise when he told me it was time for me to be pissed on.

He sent me into the bathroom, and I sat waiting on the side of the tub. I felt subby, small and liked it. I waited with complete composure and my head bowing down. He came in a couple of minutes later and played with my hair, holding me close to him. He made me come and thankfully he was holding onto me as my body contracted. I felt my legs push against the side of the tub involuntarily and he stood behind me, holding me up.

As I came down from that high, he instructed me to lay down in the bathtub. The tub was cold and he joked about needing to warm me up with his piss. He had me spread my legs and gave the instruction that I could come when he pissed on me. Fuck. I hate that he makes me come like that! He pissed on me for a long time – it always surprises me a little how long he can pee for. He also wanted me to piss myself at the end, but I’m skeptical that I can do right after orgasm. When my pussy is swollen from arousal I have a hard time peeing anyway – and I’m pee shy, so peeing in front of someone is pretty damn difficult.

He told me to rinse off, and I did, feeling shame that I came from him peeing on me and that my pussy was wet and swollen without anyone touching it that evening.

I really needed aftercare after an intense scene that sparks such shame in me. I asked for it as he had joined DeeDee on the sofa while I rinsed off. I’m proud of myself getting much better voicing my needs calmly rather than holding them in or having an outburst. We cuddled in the play room, and with more physical and emotional intimacy generated between us, he made me come again.

MasterDoc’s Puppet

Published on September 15, 2010 in blow jobs, D/s, dom, embarrassment, kink, orgasm on command, prostate massage, sex, submissive and Uncategorized. 0 Comments

The sort of connection MasterDoc and I have developed can be startling. We were cuddling before dinner on Sunday, laying on the bed with him spooned up behind me. He started languidly playing with my hair, petting me. Just from these gentle, deliberate touches I slip into subspace and arousal within seconds. And in what was probably no more than a minute or two (perhaps less) he grabbed hold of my hair and told me to come and I did. My whole body tensed and as I came, moaning, he reached down to touch my pussy gently through my panties. It felt like I came for a longer period of time than the build up – but when you’re coming it can be difficult to gauge time.

I was stunned in a way. I mean, it’s not a total surprise as we’ve been working towards this for a very long time, but that evening I felt unsettled knowing the level of control he has over me and my reactions.

He did this again later when we adjourned to the play room after dinner. He made me come again through his expert touch. This is wonderful and a bit novel. Sometimes though, my pussy wants to be touched. Sometimes I want him to be rough with touching me rather than gentle. I don’t mean this to sound like a complaint. He makes me come so hard that I lose control of my body and my thoughts. I writhe and convulse as my brain turns to mush. Considering that some women never have an orgasm, I’m pretty damn lucky.

Now, he’s very generous but it was definitely time for me to make him feel amazing. I sucked his cock at his command. I wanted him to choke me on his cock, but then I hit upon an idea – I could choke myself. I thrust his cock in deep, held it there, and then saliva started flowing as my gag reflex was triggered. This enabled me to give a sloppy, wet blowjob. He was hard in no time, but I was enjoying myself so much I was actually a little disappointed when he told me to get on top and fuck him. (Only a little! Fucking is a wonderful alternative activity.)

I slipped a condom on his rigid cock and straddled him. I rubbed his cock against my pussy for a while, teasing myself a little. Then I slid it in. I love the moment when it fills me and I can feel it throughout my vaginal canal. I rode his cock to phenomenal orgasm. I worried a little in my frenzy about putting too much weight on him, but at many moments I didn’t have the bodily control to hold myself up. I continued to come even after my cunt pushed his cock out with its violent contractions. My cunt continued to throb and I continued to orgasm until I was spent.

After I recovered, feeling thankful to have such an amazing Dom (with an amazing cock – I’ve joked with him that we should make copies of it and sell it as a dildo), he told me he wanted a prostate massage. He lay on his back. I caressed and massaged his buttocks and inner thighs. I lubed up my fingers and started massaging the outside of his anus. I put more lube on and worked my finger inside him. I felt around until I could feel the walnut-like texture of the prostate gland. I massaged it for several minutes – pressing harder when he told me to. He stroked his cock and when he was ready to come it dribbled out onto his tummy. I don’t know if it was because the gland had been massaged, but his come looked a lot like snot. I had been thinking just before he came that it would be hot to lick his come up, but when I saw it I was glad I had held off with that idea!

After he came I worked my finger out slowly, massaging the walls of his anus towards the front and then continuing on the outside up the midline of his perineum, up past his balls and up the shaft of his cock a bit. It gets the last drops of come out of him and judging from his twitches it feels good too.

Wanton Wednesday

Published on September 14, 2010 in photos, Uncategorized and wanton wednesday. 9 Comments

Check out the other Wantons this Wednesday. (Photo by DeeDee.)

Catching Up/Lesbian Sheep Dance Begone!

Published on September 11, 2010 in bdsm, bisexuality, blow jobs, caning, cunnilingus, cunt, D/s, dating, flogging, kink, lesbian, masochism, orgasm on command, sadism, sex, sex toys, shio, spanking, squirting and Uncategorized. 0 Comments

I’ve gotten so behind! I’m still spending a lot of my downtime putting together my apartment. I found notes from an interlude last weekend that I will try to flesh out here – and I got a wonderful beating the other night – and I had a date with a woman today that actually went well.

Last weekend I hadn’t expected any sex on Monday because I had just had hot sex with MasterDoc a couple of nights in a row and I knew that he was having alone time with DeeDee that night. But Monday afternoon he was suddenly horny and decided on a quickie. Ooh! I wasn’t going to say no.

He started out by going down on me, something he does only sporadically. He doesn’t have any hang ups with it being “undomly” or anything like that, I just think it’s not his first thought when it comes to fooling around. I don’t mind too much as I find it takes me longer to come from oral. It’s something that feels good but doesn’t push me over the edge as easily as penetration. He made me come, mainly from his tongue doing delightful things to my clitoris and labia, but the real coming happened when he included fingers inside me and toyed with my g-spot.

I asked him if he would fuck me. Not to put down the cunnilingus, but I wanted his cock inside me. He admitted that’s where he was going before he got distracted.

He had me suck him into hardness so we could fuck. He choked me on cock once and it was hot as always. He had me get on top and I rode his cock with all the energy I had. I came tons of times.

Moments later, he decided he wanted more so he fucked me from behind. (Yes, please!) I just love bouncing back on his cock! I came even more – something I seem to say every time he and I fool around. I felt like he had fucked my brains out. Truly. I was well fucked.

Mid-week I got an extra evening with him, and I straight out asked if he could give me a beating. It had been a while since I got a full on flogger/cane/etc beating. He took his time and warmed me up. He beat me hard with the flogger and I still have a tender spot by one shoulder from his flogging my upper back. I was in subspace in no time flat.

He likes to stop and feel my cunt to see if I’m getting wet. I was able to tell there was wetness from the evaporation that would occur when he swung the flogger and it made a breeze. I could feel that my cunt was damp because the air would make it evaporate and cool me slightly.

MasterDoc used a vibe on me, but alas it was one that isn’t quite strong enough for me. He told me to come and I struggled with orgasms that evening. I didn’t come as hard as I would have liked initially, but I did come plus the beating was what I was really after. I had such an endorphin rush afterwards. The big finale was when he beat me and told me to come while I furiously stroked my clit. I squirted all over my hand and that was a truly satisfying orgasm.

It really is a kindness for him to take the time to beat me, something I’m sure many non-kinksters can’t understand. I felt calmer and more centered after like I usually do.

Then today I had a date. With a lady who contacted me on a dating site. She’s bi, kinky, poly, etc like I am but she’s a switch who is pretty comfortable Domming. I was my usual lesbian-sheep-dancing self, but thankfully despite her soft-spokenness she’s much more assertive than I am. She giggled nervously before kissing me, but damn I would have just sat there like an idiot forever had she not. She had no reason to be nervous but of course on a first date it can be hard to tell if it’s welcome or not – although moments before we a)clarified that I can bottom to people other than my Dom in certain circumstances (women generally get a free pass) and b) we both had fun and wanted to get together again.

The first kiss was lovely as she bent over me sitting on my bed (not having a sofa delivered yet has its advantages) but I really liked it when she then pushed me down on the bed and got on top of me for more making out. Rowr. My makeout sessions with women are so few and far between that I just totally savor the feeling of a woman pressing against me and how soft her skin inevitably is. It was lovely. I told her about the lesbian sheep dance and she had to admit she knows the dynamic it describes. I thanked her a couple of times for being more assertive than I am, thus saving me from myself and my lack of confidence in initiating something physical with a woman. I’m looking forward to seeing her again soon.

Satisfied Slut

Published on September 7, 2010 in bdsm, blow jobs, caning, cunt, D/s, dom, edge play, hypnosis, kink, masochism, nipple clamps, orgasm on command, sadism, sex, sex toys, shio, squirting, submissive, Uncategorized and wartenburg wheel. 0 Comments

In the flurry of activity surrounding my move and setting up house by myself, I’ve been slow to blog about things. Once I’m more settled I should get back to a more regular posting pattern. I also hit a depression earlier lsdy week and it totally killed my libido. Moving is stressful. Parting ways with someone you think the world of but didn’t want to be in a romantic relationship with anymore is stressful. My depression put a strain on my relationship with MasterDoc, but to his credit he looks past the obvious endogenous depression hyperbole my complaints take on during such a period and he acknowledges the kernel of truth behind them. I love that we work on things when either of us is not perfect – which of course is all the time! I need to learn to soften my words when I’m upset so I don’t hurt him. He needs to understand that a time of great stress in my life is not a time to push me to be self-reliant.

As the depression lifted we could have good talks about these things and I’m feeling very happy about our relationship again. My libido started to return, but my head was still in a space of feeling undesirable and taken for granted. He listened well this time when I said what I needed, and Friday night we had some time alone in the playroom.

Lots of cuddles were in order, but also some cock sucking. He touched me a lot and his touch was very healing. I crave physical contact sometimes, I think it comes from a having family who were always very withholding with physical affection. My memories of Friday night are a bit fuzzy. I think the orgasms erased all around them, and I just remember coming so very hard. He grabbed hold of my hair many times and this feeling of him having control over me was absolutely soothing. Being submissive can be a release. I can let go of my rambling thoughts plaguing me with things I need to get done. In that period of time I am just his.

He had me ride his cock and he worked hard thrusting up into me. For some reason I felt a bit sore when he plunged deep, but in the mindset I had that evening, the little bit of pain was delicious and arousing. He grabbed a tight hold of me and made me come until I was laying on him like a wet noodle.

Earlier that night as we discussed how well he can make me come now by just telling me to, he said that from now on, when he says, “Good girl” I am supposed to come.

The following evening as he caressed me and brought me into subspace with just some gentle touching he said, “Good girl.” The first time he said it it didn’t register with me. I didn’t immediately remember his directive from the night before. He said it again, however, and as my mind registered the meaning of the phrase I started to come. Something in me fought it, but the orgasm won. It can be disconcerting at times how well he can control me with just his mind. “No!” a part of me said, “He can’t possibly make me orgasm just by telling me ‘good girl’!” But indeed he can.

He got the canes out after this and he tapped on my clit with the cane tip. He slapped my pussy. He lightly caned my inner thighs. That night I was craving roughness. I expressed this to him and he took me up on it – not necessarily in the ways I envisioned, but then he wouldn’t be in control if he did everything just as I want it. He looked at me evilly as he picked up the clover clamps and the Wartenburg wheel. My nipples would have recoiled if they could, but thankfully he wasn’t heading for my nipples. He placed one clamp on my right outer labia. The pain from the pressure was intense but I breathed through the pain as he told me to do. He attached the other clamp to my other labia and the pain was something else. But you know you’re a masochist when you think, “Oh my god that hurts. Oh my got that hurts. Holy shit, I want to come.”

He told me to come and despite, or perhaps because of, the pain on my labia I came hard. He ran the pinwheel over my skin as I came and the sensations were so very stimulating. Mid-orgasm, no pain existed. The orgasm was all that existed for me. As I came down, the pain resumed and he took the clamps off. More pain shot through my labia as the blood rushed back to those previously clamped spots. He tapped on my sore lips a bit, making me quiver.

I lay there a moment recovering and discussing with him how odd it feels to be so turned on by him hurting me. It goes along with the dominance aspect – he has such control over me that he can make me hurt if he wishes to.

He had me lay at the end of the bed with my head hanging over it. It was an experiment as we weren’t sure I could take a cock deep in my mouth from that angle. But jeez it was amazing. At times his balls fell over my nose and made it hard to breathe, but I simply held them out of the way gently. When I’d start to really gag on his cock I’d feel a slight bit of panic, but then he’d take his cock out for a moment and instantly I was ready to go again. The roughness, the using me, made me so hot. I possibly could have come from that alone He grabbed my tits as he slid his cock into my mouth from above.

After a rest, he had me present my ass to him, and he lubed up and inserted by medium Njoy pure plug.

He teased me, and I had a hard time figuring out what exactly was penetrating my cunt. He had me move to the end of the bed so he could fuck me from behind – and he was so very kind as to give me the Hitachi to use. The sensation of my vibrating clit, paired with feeling completely filled up by his cock and the butt plug, threw me headlong to the edge. He told me to come and I had over the top orgasms for what seemed like several minutes. I did not want to stop. Everything around me was blotted out and only my orgasms existed. It was like having a mental version of tunnel vision. I squirted much more than usual – I could feel a gush from my cunt and the fluid run over my hand holding the Hitachi. I gushed again as he continued to make me come and it was truly amazing. I must have squirted twice as much as I would usually squirt (when I squirt).

I wish I could convey the mental intimacy that goes along with our sex. It definitely enhances the sex tenfold but it’s one of those things that is particular to the two people involved.

He had me keep the butt plug in and I got up for a snack. Unfortunately with the lube and the smoothness (and the weight) of the plug it started to slip out while I was fixing a snack in the kitchen. I hope no one was looking out their window across from us as the blinds were soaking in the tub and his neighbors could have easily seen me reach back and slide the plug back in. He let me take it out a little later because I had to walk all sorts of clenched in order to keep it in.

I was satiated and tired. I’m pretty sure I slept soundly that night.