Monthly Archive for April, 2011

MasterDoc, the Cure for What Ails Me

Published on April 25, 2011 in anxiety, bdsm, bondage, caning, crazy, D/s, derangement, dom, emotions, forced orgasm, gags, kink, libido, masochism, neurosis, restraints, sex, sex parties, shio, spanking, squirting, trust and Uncategorized. 0 Comments

The rest of the weekend was uneven in quality. On Friday, I hung out with Blondie in SoHo and the east Village. I had a great time but carrying a too large, too heavy purse screwed up my back. MasterDoc was planning on schtuping me that night, which hadn’t happened since the previous Monday due to various plans and time constraints. With my back bothering me so much, I wasn’t up for it. I was frustrated to no end, but I couldn’t manage the pain of the back and staying in a sex position for too long. I tried to write it off considering the next evening I was going to be his date to a kink party. DeeDee was going with her other boyfriend.

MasterDoc did massage my back (isn’t he a nice Dom?) and cuddle a little, but PMDD was setting in and I felt abandoned when, my eyes closed while resting, he left me alone in the bedroom. The madness that can come with a particularly bad bout of PMDD was strong, and I started thinking… no, I started being convinced that MasterDoc was bored with me and/or no longer attracted to me. This resulted in a heavy depression on Saturday. I took a trip downtown to get my hair cut and found myself not having any impetus afterward to do anything but wander around in the rain until I could catch the next express bus. I tried to perk up in time for the party. MasterDoc was concerned about taking me out because of the depression, and unfortunately that proved founded.

All night, somehow our wires crossed and things ended up badly. I just kept longing for him to hug me, to cuddle me, to touch me and tell me everything was all right. I wanted him to play with me since it had been a little while and reestablishing that connection would feel so good to my depressed, insecure brain. On his end, he says that I put up walls and made it impossible to connect with me. I felt like he wasn’t really trying. Oy. We did connect for just long enough for him to make me come, and squirt a little, but when he became engrossed with watching another D/s couple play, I felt ignored and threatened because the other woman had a much hotter body than me. Meanwhile MasterDoc was enjoying watching the connection of the other couple because they seemed to have the sort of unspoken connection he and I so often have.

Please allow me to say, I don’t like myself when I’m depressed. I don’t like being depressed. With many people, I can hold off on getting downright hysterical, but I think because I trust MasterDoc so much I often suddenly direct any sadness and rage at him. I hate when I do this. At the time, the idea of being no longer attractive or interesting felt entirely real to me. I’m sure anyone reading this can see that it was just the PMDD.

The following morning was tearful. But thankfully I was ultimately able to realize that he wasn’t shunning me the night before (even if that’s how I felt) and I was probably putting up walls (even if I didn’t think I was) and that we love each other very much. My intense feelings of anger and sadness came out of worrying that he didn’t want me anymore. As ridiculous as that sounds it was insanely intense.

The depression lasted the rest of the weekend, but I was able to reconnect with MasterDoc. Having him cuddle me soothed my crazy brain. He took me into the bedroom and employed playing techniques that I had been clamoring for. Like the couple we saw the prior evening, he cuffed my hands behind my back, and he used a strip of duct tape to gag me. I lay over the Liberator Axis and he gave me a good caning. My pain tolerance was lousy and I wished I could move out of the way – but with my hands behind me I couldn’t push myself up. I couldn’t even wiggle out of the way. I had to trust that he would judge the right amount of pain to induce an endorphin rush. While the caning hurt like the dickens, I think it had the right effect on my brain chemistry.

He told me to get up on hands and knees, and I mumbled through the gag that I couldn’t get on my hands with them behind my back. I was still gagged, and struggling to breathe slowly through the one clear nostril I had. (You see, if you breathe in too sharply your nasal passage narrows.) He slipped a condom on and fucked me with my arms secured behind my back. It was so worth waiting for. He fucked me long and hard. I know that phrase is totally overused but it’s the best description. He kept pounding me until I couldn’t hold back and I came. It was a magnificent orgasm, but I felt like I was suffocating and that abruptly stopped my body and compelled me to manage to move my arms around to the side just enough to rip off the duct tape. MasterDoc joked that he’s a doctor and wouldn’t let anything happen to me. If I passed out he’d be there. I know breath play can be hot but it often just makes me anxious. He understood that the anxiety was too much. He fucked me again, with my wrists released and the tape off, and that time I had every possible orgasm wrung from my body.

My depression was lifted for the entire time I was fucking and coming. Hey, how could I feel depressed mid-orgasm? (Although if it’s possible I’m sure I can do it.) After cuddles to further soothe my savage soul he had me get on top. We tried doing it with my cuffs linked but I couldn’t lean forward onto my hands and as a result my hips and thighs got such a workout that I was promptly exhausted. MasterDoc put me on the bottom, and he fucked me silly again. I’ve always loved sex with MasterDoc, but holy fuck now that he gets testosterone supplements and he’s lost some weight he can fuck harder and longer. It’s wonderfully bewildering to have a Dom in his mid-50′s fuck better than guys half his age.

I felt better having reconnected and gotten fucked. My hormones still raged and I found myself feeling teary, but thankfully I was no longer aiming my mad and sad feelings at MasterDoc. (He should be made the first Jewish saint for dealing with my anger when I’m depressed. It hurts him, even if he knows it’s just the chemical imbalance talking.) Feeling his skin pressed against me is soothing. While he can’t magically cure my PMDD, he has the capacity to make it better, even if only for a little while.

Heh. Saint MasterDoc, patron saint of wayward women. (By the way, I managed to leave out of the flow of the story that I blew him for a while, and then later in the evening I helped him come with prostate massage. So my Sir did get direct appreciation shown for him putting up with me.)

Up the Bum on the First Date, wherein our narrator is a big slut as usual

Published on April 22, 2011 in anal, blow jobs, cunnilingus, cunt, dating, non-monogamy, poly, sex, shio, slut, squirting and Uncategorized. 0 Comments

I’ve been slacking off, dear perverts. I’ve had a couple of interesting interludes with MasterDoc (and one that included DeeDee) that I haven’t blogged about – and probably won’t. It’s not that it wasn’t hot or interesting, I’m just getting lazy about writing. I think perhaps this blog will chronicle some of my exploits rather than every one like I’ve done for the past few years. Methinks I have a little blogger burnout.

Last night I went on a first date with a guy from a dating site. MasterDoc is so busy with women lately that I seriously need to find other people to have sex with. I am so not getting laid enough. If my dating others results in more loving poly relationships, that would be a bonus. But at minimum I would like a regular friend with benefits who I could fuck and enjoy hanging out with.

The talking and dinner part of the date went well. He’s a nice guy, keen on exploring poly (and exploring kink), already dating a couple of other women. I hope I see him again. He brought me chocolate from a shop in the city called The Chocolate Library. He gets major bonus points for thoughtfulness. He remembered my profile mentioned my love of chocolate, and well, the place is called a library, so he thought it was the perfect thing to bring along.

He admitted that he was a little intimidated by my experience. He wondered if he needed to be dominant with me, and I told him to just be himself, just do what he usually does when getting to know a new partner. While I have had some pretty awesome sex, I’m not someone to be intimidated by. I also don’t require kink every single time. But I do like when the person I’m with is more aggressive than me.

We went back to my place and he got me naked pretty quickly. That’s not hard. I’m not an indiscriminate fuck but once I decide I’m up for it I don’t play coy usually. He dove into my pussy quickly and the guy knows his way around a pussy. He ate me out for a fairly long time and I came a few times during it. When he added a finger or two in my pussy that felt even better. I told him that I’m a squirter. After all, I put out my Fascinator throe and felt the need to explain my prized squirt blanket. Apparently, despite this guy’s having been around the block (he previously dated a sex worker), he had never encountered a squirter before. I warned him that my squirting is sporadic. I didn’t want him to take it personally if I didn’t squirt. But he worked my pussy with his fingers for a while (the guy had finger and tongue stamina) and sure enough, girl cum poured out of me at one point. He thought it was pretty awesome. He spread the wetness around my pussy and seemed to enjoy playing with it a little. I love that most guys love squirting. He pointed out that women can see visible proof a guy has come, but unless a woman squirts the guy doesn’t get solid proof.

Actually, now that I’m thinking of it, his hands went to my ass first. I had lube handy, of course (and vibrators, condoms, and gloves in case they were needed or wanted) and made sure he lubed me up well. After he got me off a bunch of times, I went for his cock. I truly love sucking cock. He has a very nice cock.

He worked his way up the bed so he was straddling my head, and he fucked my face. How did he know I like cock choking? I had to keep my hands in there so I could pull away when needed. A girl does need to breathe. But all in all it was a pretty hot blowjob.

He asked for a condom and turned me over. Instead of fucking my pussy, he went for my ass. Now if you’ve read this blog for a long time you will probably remember a swing situation MasterDoc and I were in several months ago where I got fucked up the ass. Even MasterDoc (the biggest slut I know) thought that was extra slutty.

I realize that anal still has a certain amount of taboo around it. To be honest, I hadn’t even tried anal sex until my mid-20s. But at this point in my life I have this philosophy: if the guy is wearing a condom, if we have enough lube for my ass to make it comfortable, and if I’m feeling in the mood for it – why should it matter if it’s the first or twenty-first date? I can understand not wanting to do anal with someone who is still virtually a stranger, but I play such things by ear.

It was a good assfucking. I somehow ended up with my head against the wall, which I suppose is fitting for a rough and tumble bit of sex. Knowing that I like things rough and dominant, he grabbed my hair as he fucked me. It was awesome (and he released my head when I mentioned that my neck was hurting). I came often, and he fucked me until he came.

It was an extremely pleasant first date. Good company over dinner and hot sex after. He had work today so he headed home when we were done. I walked from my place back to MasterDoc’s. When I mentioned that I was going to do that, he asked if I was going to go tell MasterDoc all about my evening. And while MasterDoc was working late, I did indeed tell him about my date when he got home. And just as I told my date he’d say, MasterDoc said, “You slut!” As always it was said with the utmost affection.

As a little post script, I saw Blondie today (a perfectly respectable afternoon in the city – in other words, no sex) since we were down around SoHo/The East Village she suggested we go to the chocolate library. That place is a total boutique of fine chocolate. There are many different brands, different types of chocolate (a vegan bar with aphrodisiac herbs in it even, Blondie bought one of those). I picked up a couple of bars that sounded yummy and I will try to slowly savor them (and the bar my date brought the night before) over a period of time. This is expensive chocolate. It demands to be savored.

Sunday Threesome

Published on April 17, 2011 in anxiety, attraction, bisexuality, blow jobs, masturbation, non-monogamy, orgasm on command, sex, slut, swinging, threesome and Uncategorized. 1 Comment

Last Sunday (yes it has taken me a week to write this) MasterDoc and I had a threesome with a playmate he’s met recently. She’s very bi, very comfortable with swinging and is basically a laid back sort of woman.

One of my issues that comes up with having a partner who is significantly older than me is my own ageism. MasterDoc is 18 years older than me, and sometimes he finds sex partners close to his age. (DeeDee is close in age to him.) Until shortly before I met MasterDoc I wouldn’t have dreamed of dating someone not within about 5 years of my age. I’ve realized that’s stupid now, but still ageism creeps in. I find it happens more with women than men, and I think this whole stupid thing is something I picked up from our culture at large.

Our playmate on Sunday was a woman around MasterDoc’s age. I think he hesitated to have me join them at first since he knows I can be so weird about age sometimes. But I’m trying to overcome that, because, as I’ve said three times already, it’s stupid.

Something I’ve noticed about women in their 50s is that while facially they look older than women in their 30s (my current decade) their bodies aren’t significantly different. The skin on our faces is exposed to sunlight often, but bodies are covered most of the time we’re outside (our hands are like our faces). So the skin ages differently.

Women in their 50s are often quite attractive still, but in this society women past childbearing age are throwaway. (As are other types of women like sex workers, the disabled, women of color, etc. After a certain age pretty much everyone becomes throwaway in this society.) Aging is portrayed as making men look “distinguished” but women look “old.” It’s taken a long time for female actresses to continue to get work over 40, but it seems to happen more often these days.

All this explication to say that I was anxious I’d have an ageist reaction, but when I shut up the stupid prejudices in my head, I had a good time. (I didn’t have an ageist reaction when I met DeeDee, so it doesn’t always happen.)

Something else that went right is that I was able to focus on MasterDoc’s fun and pleasure much more than in the past and not be as selfish. As his friend sucked his cock, I stroked his chest and did whatever I could to add to his experience – and didn’t get some resentful, selfish attitude in my head. He rewarded me by making me come from grabbing my hair.

The configuration shifted, and she sucked on my nipples (yum!) while he worked her over. I was getting hot and MasterDoc realized that if he reached his other hand over to grab my ass, that he could probably get the two of us women to come at the same time. He was right as usual. Now while he can make me come without genital stimulation, it’s more fun and intense when stimulation is involved.

MasterDoc asked me to get Alexis (our playmate) ready to fuck. I played with her clit, which she thanked me for. While MasterDoc fucked her, I worked my arms to exhaustion playing with his ass during fucking (I mean really, try to put pressure on someone’s ass muscles as they thrust toward and away from you alternately!)

Thankfully, after he fucked her for a while I got some direct attention. He fingered me to orgasm then switched off to our guest fingering me. MasterDoc helped me keep coming by giving me the command to come.

I was hoping to get fucked too, but I didn’t get a chance as my body was exhausted from stepping up my exercise recently, and exhaustion led to be being excused instead of getting the fucking I on some level wanted anyway. As much as I would have liked to go on, my shoulders were killing me. I moseyed off to the living room. I could hear them having a great time in the bedroom. I felt some jealousy flare up but I took the time to explore it. Jealousy usually comes from insecurity for me, and I know full well that MasterDoc is just playmates with this woman. I didn’t have any practical reason to feel jealous. And the two of them DID make me feel really good until I faded out. While I wish I had gotten more action during the threesome (my usual concern) I was actually too tired to continue. Plus MasterDoc had fucked me the prior two days in a row. Overall, right after the threesome I felt that I had had a very good time.

The next day, however, I did feel some unhappiness over the fact that in a threesome with him, me and another woman, I often feel overlooked. It makes it hard for me to feel my usual (high!) level of sexual enthusiasm when it comes to threesomes. This is something I’m still struggling with. Perhaps I need to do more threesomes with two MEN.

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Published on April 11, 2011 in bdsm, blow jobs, D/s, humiliation play, kink, masturbation, orgasm denial, orgasm on command, piss play, porn, prostate massage, sex, shio, squirting, submissive and Uncategorized. 0 Comments

I’ve been having a great time with MasterDoc this weekend. I’ve gotten a lot of hot sex. Both Friday and Saturday night had sexytime in them, and this even though MasterDoc wasn’t initially planning on sex on Friday.

I remember the details of Saturday more clearly (as I start writing this it’s Sunday afternoon). He grabbed at me like I was a piece of meat, reaching over to grasp a buttock with one hand and roll me onto my stomach. As a submissive, I get very hot when he seems to be using my body just as he likes. The porn we had watched the night before included a submissive telling a guy to “Please use my hole to make yourself come!” over and over. I considered speaking that a few times on Friday and Saturday nights.

He continued to grope me like I was a piece of meat, and then turned over onto his back. He told me to get over there and suck his cock, which I did. He choked me on it a few times, long enough that I wondered if I was going to pass out. While there’s a bit of fear involved in that, there’s also a great thrill. I got his cock super hard and he told me that I “suck a mean dick.”

He wanted me on my knees to fuck, and I was pleasantly rather wet already. Usually we use some lube for sex, but I started out with just enough natural lubrication for him to fuck me. He pounded me for quite a while – the difference between sex now and sex when he was heavier, not exercising regularly and not getting testosterone supplements is tremendous. The man is 18 years my senior, and lately he exhausts me! (And keep in mind the sex was pretty damn amazing from the start of our relationship.) I gripped the top of the sheets so hard with my hands. He fucked me until I couldn’t hold back and I came tons. I’ve gotten better at not pushing his cock out of my pussy during orgasm (although it does still happen sometimes) and having him shove that hard dick in my pussy while I came felt amazing. The sheet grasping continued, my elbows started to hurt. After I had come a few times without a direct order, he told me to come and I had a relatively short orgasm. I was already worn out from a few minutes worth of coming.

As we lay down after, my shoulders ached from a combination of exercise earlier in the day and the tensing of my body during orgasm after orgasm. I had to rest. He told me I need to get in better shape! (I am already in much better shape than I was before we started all this lifestyle changing so we can be healthier. But I recently started adding a weight to some arm exercises I do. For now, these exhaust my arm muscles.)

I rested for what must have been several minutes. He played with his cock and I got turned on watching. He wanted me to get on top for a fuck, but I was too tired in my muscles to manage that. (Sad but true!) I stroked his body, pressed up against him and did whatever I could to make him feel good and turned on. I spread my legs and started playing with my pussy. He smiled when he saw that. He asked again if I was sure I was too tired to fuck and I was. I pointed out that masturbating together is pretty hot too. He grabbed my hair and soon made me come again as I stroked my swollen clit. I squirted and had to roll myself towards him during orgasm to make sure I didn’t squirt on the bed (but instead made it on the throe). He talked about maybe having me massage his prostate and help him come. Then he realized that with a threesome planned for Sunday afternoon, he was better off not coming on Saturday night. (Plus I had helped him come the night before.) His cock doesn’t always want to cooperate the day after he’s come, so if he knows he has some serious debauchery coming up that abstaining from orgasm is helpful. I have to say this makes me glad to be a woman, especially one with a nearly infinite capacity for orgasm.

We lay in bed for a while. I was ready for a break from sex (with hopes of getting more later) but wasn’t sure what MasterDoc wanted. He played with my pussy a bit, and then when he stopped I played with it myself. Turns out he was ready to stop with sex but I pointed out that his playing with my cunt got me worked up. He said that he would certainly help me come again, and I got excited for a moment. Then he got up and told me he needed to pee. Fuck! He was going to let me come as he peed on me.

I grabbed a vibe and hesitantly followed him to the bathroom. He ran the water in the tub to warm up the porcelain a little. After I was on my knees in the tub, I realized I should have brought the knee pads. I dreaded him peeing on me, but I used the vibe on my clit so I’d be ready to come. As usual, I was allowed to come when I felt his piss hit my body.

As he peed, and he seems to be able to pee for a LONG time, I came and kept pushing myself for more orgasms because while coming I was distracted from the fact that he was pissing on me! I would feel deep humiliation every so often when I thought about what he was doing to me, and despite myself I thought that humiliation was hot. Still, despite the orgasms I was glad to rinse the piss off me. This time, as he left me to clean up he said he was available immediately for aftercare. I was glad he remembered.

I was so cold after the shower that I grabbed a comforter and got underneath when I made it back to the bedroom. MasterDoc cuddled me to help me warm up, and the aftercare was really helpful in bringing me down and enabling me to not feel overly bad about getting pissed on.

“I love you even though you piss on me,” I said.

“One of the many reasons I love you is because I can piss on you,” he said, smiling.

Ultimately, he had me give him a prostate massage without orgasm. Some prostatic fluid oozed its way out at the end. I hope all this massage helps keep his prostate good and healthy.

Blow Jobs and Basketball Games

Published on April 10, 2011 in bdsm, blow jobs, D/s, dom, forced orgasm, porn, sex, submissive and Uncategorized. 0 Comments

I got a night completely alone with MasterDoc on Wednesday. DeeDee had gone away for the evening, and I was all over a night alone with him.

Unfortunately, he was all over the basketball game (Knicks fan). But I was in a decent submissive mode, and while he watched the game I showered, amused myself with games on my droid and finished cleaning the kitchen. His dishwasher is tiny so the larger pots always have to be done by hand. But it’s still wonderful to have the dishwasher take care of the plates, glasses, silverware, etc.

I had a thought to myself that my scurrying around the apartment doing stuff that amounts to taking care of him, probably made him feel all good and domly. He had me suck his cock while he watched the game, and I’m sure many men reading this are envious of that combination. I kicked off the sex by crawling out to him from the bedroom. He liked that touch.

I went and got the knee pads so I could kneel for a while, then half-time came about. We went off to the bedroom instead. He had me put my collar on, and I stood patiently by the bed while he did some stretches. He jokes that there’s now a “sex tax” on all his ladies – we have to help him stretch any time we have sex with him. After he did the ones he does by himself, I knelt on the bed and lent some pressure to his other stretches. I pointed out that he has a pretty good life, what with having a pretty lady in lingerie (I was wearing a slinky black slip) help do his stretches. “Most people do their stretches without the sexy woman,” I pointed out.

He often admits that in many ways his life is fabulous. By the end of this week he will have had sex with four different women. (But the week’s not over yet, you never know, there might be more! Finally tally: 5) And he has two around nearly all the time who take care of him in more than sexual ways.

He got up on his knees on the bed, leaned over me, and started nibbling my back. Gently at first, then a bit harder. I like when he gets on top of me, it makes me feel very submissive. (Mind you, he doesn’t put his full weight on me.) With all the regular exercise he and I have been getting, his arms are getting defined and while I don’t have muscles as a priority, I like what I see. When he’s over me, I feel like he’s very much the big, dominant male, and I’m the trapped (happily!) submissive female. (Feminist note: The words dominant and submissive are not gendered terms. Either gender can play either role!)

He climbed over me and started touching my body. He can get me so hot without putting a hand on my cunt. He grabbed my hair when he could tell I was twitching and breathing heavy, and told me to come. Fuck. I came right away, very hard and for a long time. He parted my legs and stuck a hand in, pressing against my labia and clit. This just kept me going. I love that feeling of being in some sort of orgasmic fugue where nothing else exists and I can’t stop feeling amazing. When I was exhausted, he cuddled me for a bit. Then a short while later he made me come again, very much like the first time. At this point I had two stellar orgasms and we hadn’t even fucked. Or used toys.

He went back to the game and I went back to scurrying around his place. He had me put on the knee pads and blow him. I got into it, knowing that he must love the life of a dom where he can order his woman to suck his cock while he watches the game. Bending over to reach his cock on the couch was rough on my back, so we tried him standing and me sucking, but I’m too damn tall. I still had to bend over a bit. But it was nice to have his cock in my mouth from that angle – we don’t usually do that since my bad knees preclude a lot of kneeling. He gagged me on it a bit, but mostly had me go slow.

Another position change was needed and he lay on the sofa while I sat between his legs and played with his cock. When the game was over, we watched porn on PublicDisgrace.com. He had me sit next to him and he put his arms around me. Quite a variation on romantically watching a movie. He grabbed my breasts and nipples while we watched. It all got me so hot. After a few minutes, he asked if I wanted to pause it and go fuck. Yes, Sir! He had me get on top and I thrust my cunt down on his cock as hard and fast as I could. The porn had included some intense breast slapping, and I have to admit part of me hoped that having me on top would inspire him to do some of that to me.

He didn’t but I came like crazy as usual.

Just the Two of Us

Published on April 6, 2011 in anxiety, bdsm, blow jobs, caning, cunt, D/s, kink, masochism, needle play, orgasm denial, orgasm on command, sadism, sex, shio, spanking, squirting, submissive and Uncategorized. 0 Comments

Monday night, MasterDoc commented on how I seem to skip blogging about sex when it’s just him and I lately. Now, this is probably true only for last week, and on some level he was teasing me with the guilt. But I’m sure there was a smidgen of hurt there. It’s certainly not due to our sex as a couple being any less interesting (although I suppose multi-party sex is more uncommon and therefore more interesting in general).

When I hang out at MasterDoc’s for the evening, I try not to assume I’m getting sex. After all, DeeDee needs time alone with him and sex alone with him too. Nearly every evening I’m up for sex, but I try to be patient until I find out what he has in mind. I’m welcome to suggest sex, I just can’t assume that asking for it means I’ll get it. Monday night was one of those evenings when I was hoping but being patient. I was thrilled when he asked me if I wanted to fuck.

We were soon tucked away in the bedroom and he had me suck his cock, which he often does first. He says it’s a good time for him to plot out what he’s going to do that evening. As I sucked on his firm cock flesh, I thought to myself that the problem therein is that he goes from getting warmed up and naughty ideas to wanting to fuck right away, and I’m not always warmed up from just cock sucking. I love it, but it doesn’t always make me adequately wet. (Yes, lube comes in very handy. I kinda suspect some medication I’m on has decreased my wetness as I used to get wet much easier (and more consistently) than I do lately.) If I’m horny but not quite ready I will often just go with the flow and slap on some lube. He’s gotten really good about slowly penetrating me until my vagina opens up for sex. (Did you know that during arousal/foreplay the vagina lengthens and widens to get ready for sex? The kinky librarian is also educational!)

While he told me to get on hands and knees, and he slapped some latex on his cock, he took his time playing with me a bit. He swabbed the left side of my ass off with alcohol.

“I like these needles better than acupuncture needles. Maybe it’s because of my background,” he said as he grabbed a chunk of my flesh and slid a hypodermic needle through the skin. He generally does two needles and this time was no different. I wasn’t initially in a needle mood – I felt afraid of the pain and my ability to deal with it. My pain tolerance varies. I had a hard time eroticizing the pain like I usually do. He took a cane to the needles after they were stuck in my ass and it hurt! It reminded me of my very first needle play experience at a class during Floating World (east coast kink convention) a couple of years ago. The “mean lady,” as I dubbed her, who was teaching the class stuck my upper arm viciously even though I had said it was my very first experience. She then slapped on the needles and I shrieked in pain.

This wasn’t as bad. I have a level of trust with MasterDoc far beyond that of some woman I’d never met who was giving a class. I think I’ve explained here before that this masochist (for I can’t speak for all masochists) experiences a couple different types of pain – there’s the pain that’s distracting and keeps me from thinking about anything other than what hurts. The good pain is pain that feels more like a general sensation rather than what I recognize usually as pain – or – it hurts but I can breathe through it and the energy seems to turn into an endorphin rush soon enough. Unfortunately, the kind of pain that comes from a backache or illness doesn’t turn into endorphins. It just sucks.

But I digress. I continued to feel anxious that he was going to mess around with the needles in my ass and how that would feel. But he fucked me and I tried to put that out of my mind. And I would, until he poked at the needles again. He commented on how I was bleeding, which is usually quite minimal. I felt him wipe at the blood with his finger a little. He continued fucking me. As a doctor, he is not the least bit squeamish about blood. I soon forgot about the needles and focused on his cock. I’m not even sure when he pulled the needles out, it was just an undefinable pain and I assumed it was the needles being struck.

He fucked me until I was whimpering from the desire to come, and then pressed on further. I wondered if he was going to push me into coming. A moment later he gave me the order to come. No pushing necessary. I came and it was an absolutely stellar experience. While every orgasm is pretty damn amazing with MasterDoc, this just seemed like it was more affecting somehow. He kept me coming for a long time, as always. I don’t think anyone has pushed me to come for as long as he does. How marvelous to be with a man who makes you come longer, harder than anyone else has ever bothered to try!

Apparently I’m in a gushy mood tonight. Motion sickness bags can be found in the seat-back in front of you.

I squirted when he exchanged his penis for fingers in my cunt for a little while. The throe was soaked. He fucked me some more, and then fingered me for a bit, and then fucked me some more.

Finally, we collapsed.

I was a very happy puppy.

Busy Beaver, Part Two

Published on April 3, 2011 in anxiety, bdsm, bisexuality, blow jobs, bondage, cunt, D/s, edge play, fire cupping, humiliation play, kink, lesbian, masochism, needle play, orgasm on command, piss play, restraints, sadism, sex, sex toys, shio, slut, squirting, submissive, threesome and Uncategorized. 0 Comments

After work the next evening, Blondie was slated to come over to play with me and MasterDoc. The two of them had been hatching plans. She was curious to learn catheterization, and Doc, having training in such things, showed her how to do it – on my urethra.

They didn’t start with that, thankfully.

After dinner, they hid in the playroom to set up their diabolical plans. As I sat in the living room with DeeDee, she informed me that I’ve been having terrible abdominal pain, and that’s why I was there to see the “doctors.” Uhm hum. She then started teasing me, being an office manager Dom harassing me about my insurance not going through. It was pretty funny.

The doctors called me in to their examining room. After a brief consultation about the abdominal pains I didn’t know enough about to describe. (I think I’m terrible at medical role play.) I was told to get undressed, and I joked about keeping my socks on – after all, even the gynecologist lets me keep my socks on. I lay down on the bed, which had the Liberator wedge on it to tilt my pelvis up. The doctors started with some suction pump on my tits. It was uncomfortable but bearable. Then the lady doctor (Blondie, who in real life knows acupuncture) showed MasterDoc how to do fire cupping. This is a technique used in Chinese medicine. Glass “cups” (kinda shaped like round jars, with a lip) have a flame (alcohol-soaked cotton ball on fire) run around the inside of them and then the cups are promptly placed on the flesh – it forms a vacuum.

I soon had both nipples, my stomach, and my thighs being sucked uncomfortably into the cups. As the pressurized flesh turned purple, I was afraid of bruising. (The last time I had fire cupping done was for acupuncture, and it looked like I had been sucked on by an alien creature for about a week.) This morning there isn’t much in the way of marks. Blondie placed one of the big cups over my pussy and it sucked my labia in. It felt strange to me, Blondie likes the sensation. It didn’t bother me but it didn’t arouse me either.

They moved on to needles – acupuncture needles are easy to handle. MasterDoc wanted to use some of our regular hypodermic needles for play, but I was happy to just have the very thin acupuncture needles pressed into my flesh. The points on my ear hurt, but otherwise there was no problem. Blondie taught MasterDoc acupuncture needling. She also showed him how to put moxa on the ends of a few needles and then light it to add heat to them.

Chinese medical play finished, they got me laying over the wedge so my pelvis was tilted. Unfortunately I kept slipping down the shape and putting pressure on my poor neck. MasterDoc went to use a speculum to open me up. It hurt though, but I should put in an aside for new readers that back in 2005 I was assaulted by someone using a speculum on me in a sexual situation who then didn’t stop when I told them to. I was traumatized. I just can’t get into specula in a sexual situation. I can tolerate them at the gyno office, but last night it was more triggering. MasterDoc knows this part of my history (as does Blondie), so he of course didn’t pursue it when I said it hurt too much. He knows that he has enough experience inserting specula that it wasn’t his technique, it was my history that caused the pain and anxiety.

Writing about that just now felt more triggering than it did last night. MasterDoc handled the situation well and I was able to just move on. Next, came the catheterization. MasterDoc explained what he was doing while he was doing it. It was terribly uncomfortable (to me) to have that thing slide into my urethra. Once in place it was bearable, but I’m just not someone turned on by urethral stimulation (though others are). They drained my bladder into a cup. I can see how this is hot for some people, the control over a basic bodily function like that, but I haven’t as of yet gotten into it.

Over the course of the night it became clear that medical play mostly isn’t my thing, but since they were enjoying it, I was able to submit and let them have their fun. I knew something I’m into would come along sooner or later. Blondie picked up on how the medical play just doesn’t do it for me (for the most part). If I were to choose a role play scenario I’d probably choose something like the king and the serving girl, or the professor and naughty student. Or the slut and the random strangers who take her and ravish her. Or being kidnapped, bound and molested.

The magic wand got brought out at this point, and Blondie used it on my clit while MasterDoc fingered my pussy. They forced tons of orgasms out of me. Orgasms and squirt. Huzzah! See, I knew there would be something for me. We took a break after.

Blondie wanted to feel the fire cupping on her pussy too, so MasterDoc tried his hand at it. After a few failed attempts he got it to suction on to her pussy – pulling her labia out into this beautiful flower shape. We called DeeDee in to take a look, and I tried taking photos. The photos didn’t come out well though since the glass of the cup reflects too much light. Blondie liked how it felt and I used the magic wand vibrating on the cup attached to her pussy. She loved the feeling. After a while she agreed that it was probably best to release her swollen labia, and they remained swollen for the rest of the evening! It was something to behold.

MasterDoc made Blondie come, and I loved cuddling and caressing her upper body, enjoying the intimacy of being part of her orgasm. We got some cuddling in and I realized how much I had missed cuddling her.

Blondie did some rope bondage on me (something MasterDoc isn’t good at) and I loved the rope. She did a simple harness (not quite snug enough since I’m new to it and she didn’t want to have it too tight). MasterDoc grabbed me and kissed me while she worked on the harness. She also showed me how to do an easy tie to create a sort of spreader bar of rope between one’s ankles. It was very short (we don’t exactly have a good stash of rope around here). We tried getting me into position to fuck and unfortunately the ankles needed to be undone. But MasterDoc then fucked me from on top while I still wore the rope harness, and Blondie tortured my nipples during this. I got to come very hard again.

MasterDoc wandered off for a bit. Blondie and I cuddled and chatted. It was getting late and she planned to head home. MasterDoc, ever the gentleman, walked her to the subway.

I was very happy. And very satisfied. I’m feeling wiped out today from all my adventures.

Busy Beaver, Part One

Published on April 3, 2011 in analingus, bbc, bdsm, bisexuality, couple, cunt, D/s, DeeDee, exhibitionism, lesbian, masturbation, orgasm on command, sex toys, shio, squirting, swinging, sybian and Uncategorized. 0 Comments

I have been terribly remiss in documenting my escapades this week. I missed blogging about licking MasterDoc’s ass (and how it doesn’t bother me much anymore now that I’ve tasted his pee. Ass licking is far more desirable!) We had hot sex alone a couple of times, but the details are lost to my ever-worsening memory. This is why I’m determined to tell you the tale of my weekend right now while it’s still pretty fresh in my mind.

On Friday, my day off, MasterDoc had a couple come over early in the evening. Another Dom we had played with recommended MasterDoc as someone with a sybian to another Dom/sub couple. The woman was about my age. Blonde, huge tits, attractive. The guy was older than MasterDoc by a year but looks about 10 years younger than his age. We greeted them, and sat down in the living room to chat. The woman seemed nervous. We did our best to try to put her at ease. Eventually her Dom suggested I start undressing her so I unzipped her sweater. She looked at me and asked, “Do you like girls?” I immediately and enthusiastically said, “Yes!”

This answer must have been the right one, because it soon became apparent that she had the hots for me. I’m usually so oblivious to a woman wanting me, but I picked up on this quite easily.

The first intention was to warm her up (I was to help) and then get her on the sybian. She was nervous though, and suggested I try it first. Considering I’m a veteran sybian rider I had no trouble going first to show her how amazing it is. She and MasterDoc started warming me up while her Dom, and a nice single guy MasterDoc met at the swing club watched. (He’s one of those rare finds – a single guy who knows when it’s appropriate to jump in, and when it’s appropriate to watch respectfully.)

She commented appreciatively on my tits while she played with them. MasterDoc teased me mercilessly with the magic wand until I was ready to explode. “She’s ready now,” he declared, just as I was so worked up I would have humped the sybian even if it was off!

MasterDoc gave me an intense (when is it ever not intense?) sybian ride, making me come and come like a madwoman. The crowd (which also included DeeDee, I forgot to mention that) enjoyed the show. I lay on the floor recovering for a few minutes. When I got up to wash off the attachment, I snuck off into the kitchen for an aftercare snack. MasterDoc came to check on me, and I assured him that I was fine and that I’d be in to help warm up our lady guest as soon as I could.

When I walked back into the room, MasterDoc and the lady’s Dom were working on warming her up. She was naked and I slipped my hands in to her pelvic area to massage her inner thighs, butt, groin area. Then I stroked her pussy a little and since it was wet, I slid a finger in. She enjoyed my ministrations and I added another finger, stroking her g-spot. When we declared it time for her ride, she seemed to prefer staying there with me playing with her cunt.

We got her on the sybian, MasterDoc running the controls but her Dom sitting in front of her for her to lean on. I watched from the bed beside DeeDee for a bit, but it seemed to me that our guest was having a hard time letting go. Since she was clearly into me, I figured I should get up and try to help push things along. I reached around her and pressed her clit into the machine. I grabbed her ass, played with her. The ride went on for quite a while but still she didn’t come. I could be wrong, but when she complained the intensity was too much, I got the sense it wasn’t painful so much as likely to push her over the edge – something she wasn’t ready for. She did come for a bit, but overall the ride was less orgasmic than most. She rested on the mat on the floor and beckoned me over when I indicated I wanted to lay down to rest too.

MasterDoc tried fingering her to orgasm, but oddly she wasn’t quite into it. He suggested I take over, and I had no problem making her come. It feels pretty awesome to know a woman has the hots for you and you can make her come with just your hands. I did declare after, however, that I learned my technique from the expert (MasterDoc). Her man made her come more and squirt that time. I was hot to watch.

It was getting a little late, and I had work the next morning. My last bit of encouragement went to DeeDee getting a turn next. (If you were watching all this, wouldn’t you want a sybian ride next?!?!) I don’t think she ended up on the sybian, but the nice single guy guest fucked her quite well from what I’m told. I’d be keen to play with him too, I just wasn’t feeling it that night. I tucked myself into bed and read for a bit.

Hopefully this couple (and that single guy) will come back for more play. I enjoyed myself and can see many more fun times ahead if they come back.