Funny, that’s MasterDoc’s preferred method of treatment too.
Found over at Spanking Blog. Apparently it’s from an old film poster.
Monthly Archive for May, 2011
Yes my friends, I have been “the blogger who slacks off” for the past 10 days or so. I’ve written about having a bit of burnout after years of blogging, but I never seem to get to the point where I want to stop.
So what have you all missed in my sexual adventures? Well of course I’ve had the pleasure of sex with MasterDoc several times. Last Thursday evening, we were hanging out with DeeDee, her other boyfriend, MasterDoc’s (and my) friend Liz, who was visiting from across the country, and my friend DivaSub, when MasterDoc escaped into the bedroom for a while. The rest of us were still having fun socializing and DivaSub was about to tell a story about the horrific hoarder apartment she had been to recently, (She’s an opera singer, she’s quite theatrical in her storytelling.) when my phone rang. It was MasterDoc calling from the next room.
He wanted to know if I’d come into the bedroom and suck his cock. I found it simultaneously amusing and arousing to know he was beckoning his submissive into the bedroom to take care of his sexual desires. I wanted to hear DivaSub’s tale though, so I asked to do that, and he let me. Next thing I know he’s serving us all sorbet – probably to get dessert out of the way and bring the social evening to a close.
Sorbet finished, DivaSub’s story finished, and MasterDoc reminds me he wants me in the bedroom. I said goodnight to everyone and slipped off to him.
The main thing I remember, now that it’s days later, is that he fucked me silly even though I was pretty tired by that time. When doesn’t he fuck me silly? It’s a regular occurrence now for him to fuck me to the point where I very nearly ask him to stop. He takes me to the point where I don’t think I can come anymore and then he makes me do it again. When he’s finished with me I collapse onto the bed, exhausted.
I knew that since he had a full house this weekend, I’d end up spending time at my place for the first extended period of time in weeks. (I had to go grocery shopping Friday night after work since I had fuckall at my place.) His girlfriend J. was visiting, as was his friend Liz, and of course there was DeeDee and MasterDoc at home. I had a chance to see MasterDoc on Saturday when J and Liz went out for the afternoon.
I asked him to come to my place, and somehow even though the whole maneuver wasn’t a secret, it felt illicit. It was strange but I enjoyed it too. I think knowing we had just a little time together made it all the more exciting. I was very horny and started off without him – reading male Dom/fem sub erotica. (Edited by the lovely Rachel Kramer Bussel who I’ve been fortunate to meet. I make no money off that link, I’m just sharing the book title.) I got out my Gigi vibe, lay on my purple Liberator fascinator throe (I got one for my place too) and made myself come. I think part of me worried that MasterDoc wouldn’t be able to make it, and I figured I should just go ahead and get off while thinking about him.
He came over a little later and I was so happy to see him you’d think I hadn’t seen him in weeks. He needed time to settle in but I tried to move things towards the bed as soon as possible. (Hey, when you live in a studio, you don’t need to change rooms.)
He asked about what toys I had in my place and he was interested to check out the Wahl massager. I keep a wedge-shaped attachment on it and he used that to place the vibe up against his perineum (or “taint” for those less technically inclined) while I sucked his cock. Ooh he loved that. I lavished affection on his cock and made him rock hard in no time. I took him deep into my throat – I wondered what it felt like on his cock head while my throat muscles convulsed a little from nearly gagging.
He used the Wahl on me next, and made me come so hard, so fast. This was not without a bit of teasing, but if you recall I had warmed myself up earlier. He had me kneel with my ass in the air. “I love seeing your pussy on display like that.” Even without contact my cunt felt like it had been caressed.
He fucked me. Again, until I was feeling exhausted. He teased me and then made me come when it sounded like I couldn’t take it anymore. I thought about how much I love being the hole he fucks until he’s satisfied. That bit of objectification made me hot.
I found myself thinking a little, but then the internal monologue would shut up entirely as I became the orgasm. Over and over again, I’d be lost in the high of coming. Thought became unnecessary.
It wasn’t until the second round that I told him about my love of being his hole. Since I was exhausted he got on top. Apparently I wasn’t too exhausted to come a whole bunch again.
He wears me out. He’s in his mid-50s and he wears me, a woman in her late 30s who has recently lost a lot of weight and has been exercising, out. If I were at all religious I’d be saying, “Praise Jesus!” right now. But I know that it’s not Jesus I have to thank for that cock.
Our time together was relatively brief but so very fulfilling I happily went about my day being a homebody after he left.
Besides my still being crazy for MasterDoc and the wonderful sex he provides, I had a date a week ago with a nice guy. We met up for drinks, then had dinner, and by the end were flirting shamelessly and he was trying to persuade me to head to New Jersey with him to his place, and he’d drive me home in the morning. After some thought, and some comments on how I’d rather save penetration for another time, he convinced me, and my drunken self got on a bus to New Jersey with him.
We had a damn good time rolling around, having oral sex and him rubbing his cock on me and between my ass cheeks. He made me come a whole bunch of times. I was quite happy to have gone home with him. I asked to sleep in the guest room since I was in a new place (I almost inevitably don’t sleep well in a new place) and I didn’t have earplugs on me since I hadn’t expected to go home with him. (I sleep every night, since college, with earplugs. I’m such a light sleeper.)
The next morning, we fooled around some more, and then got bagels on the way to dropping me off at MasterDoc’s. I really like the guy. I hope he comes back for more.
The one drawback? MasterDoc had been plotting with Blondie for her to come over and both of them to top me again. Doh. But I got home too late and was simply exhausted from not sleeping well. It will have to wait for another time.
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I’m a naughty girl and terribly behind in my blogging again. I took notes for two of the three encounters I’ve enjoyed since midweek, but fleshing them out has taken a backseat.
Last Wednesday I had a night alone with MasterDoc and he put the easier nipple clamps on (i.e., not clover clamps). I got into the pain. It wasn’t as unbearable as the clover clamps. He pinched and twisted them, too and placed the clamps’ chain between my teeth. The problem with that was I had to hold my head up off the pillow to reach the chain and a sore neck was not the intention.
I should mention that MasterDoc is a considerate Dom. If I speak up about something I’d like more of than we’ve been doing, he will take my wishes under consideration – and often the item at hand will come up in our sex soon after. The nipple play was a recent request – I’m not sure why that became something he didn’t really do for a while. Such things happen. I’ve also mentioned that I love his talking dirty to me. He did that on Wednesday and said he liked having my body to play with. I just swooned into his arms. He very nearly could have made me come there.
My neck was bothering me, and my body sore and tired from exercise and a long day, so we shifted to me using the Siri vibe on myself since needed to lay flat for a while. MasterDoc touched me to add that fabulous element to my masturbation, but in some respects he was too gentle. I missed the raw dirty talk he had been giving me just a short time before. That night, I had a hard time with getting and staying aroused. I blame the fatigue. I did come. Just not the way I usually do.
He fucked from on top with the blindfold on and while I suppose I often find that hot, I found that not being able to see him reduced my arousal. Phooey. As I’ve said, these things happen.
He fucked me doggy style next. Again I had problems getting and staying aroused. But he managed to push me to orgasm before we were through. Sometimes the push was verbal – yay more dirty talk! Finally, I helped him come via massaging his thighs and ass, then licked his asshole like he likes and finally finished things off with a prostate massage.
It’s kinda funny now to think that analingus was a hard limit when I filled in a bdsm checklist when I first met MasterDoc.
Saturday night we had fabulous sex that lifted me from the mild depression I was in. I didn’t take notes. My sieve-like brain can’t remember details. Yeah I suck. But the sex was awesome and you will just have to trust me. Unfortunately, when we went back to hanging out after the sex my mildly depressed and rather withdrawn mood returned. Ordinarily there would have been another round, but I felt so tired from the depression that I wasn’t up to it.
On Sunday, we had over another Dom who contacted MasterDoc on fetlife after reading my profile where I say that if a Dom wants to play with me, they should contact my Dom as it’s his decision. This was perfect timing since we’ve come to realize that I need someone to play with so I get enough sex – and that totally vanilla sex probably wouldn’t work for me for an ongoing fuck buddy situation. I have a high sex drive, and while MasterDoc certainly does too, he likes variety and dates or fucks various women so his high libido is shared with many.
Well this other Dom is a very attractive guy, in his 40s, and really into rough sex and being down and dirty. I don’t usually go for athletic builds (it’s not on my list of must have criteria in a man, though it’s certainly not a deal breaker or anything) but I have to say I do appreciate the lean, muscled body this Dom has developed. He has experience wrestling and uses it to good effect in a bdsm setting. But perhaps I’m jumping ahead…..
MasterDoc had me sitting on floor at his feet when “another Dom” came in. (I need a pseudonym for him.) DeeDee answered the door in her sexy maid’s outfit – I find the maid outfit embarrassing on me, but DeeDee loves the theatricality of it.
We talked for a bit – mostly he and MasterDoc – and then MasterDoc indicated we should adjourn to the bedroom. I don’t get MFM threesomes often, and damn I enjoy them. MasterDoc had me start off by sucking his cock. During this he invited the guy over to grab my ass. (I was in a bra and sexy black slip.) The other guy slapped my ass – hard! He seems to have a heavier hand than most. Not sure I can handle such hard hits, which I spoke up about of course, as did MasterDoc and the guy laid off the hard spanks.
This guy goes for the gusto when having sex and after just a brief bit of dirty talk in my ear, he went for my pussy and decided to see if I truly do squirt. His fingers made me come in no time. Of course I held off until MasterDoc told me to come. I squirted a whole lot. The throe was soaked.
Next I sucked the new guy’s cock. There was lots of gagging, with saliva flowing. He spit on my face – the first time I’d ever experienced it. I wasn’t sure if I’d like it but I did find it kinda hot. MasterDoc was uncomfortable that something as edgy as spitting would be brought in without negotiation (I concur). That got addressed a bit later.
MasterDoc fucked me while I sucked the guy’s cock. This was Hot! (With a capital “h”) Then they switched and the other guy fucked me while I sucked MasterDoc’s cock. (Again, hot with a capital “h.”) Next the guy fucked me up the ass (I seem to be making this “anal upon first meeting” thing a habit.) He made me come a whole lot while fucking my ass.
I can’t even begin to estimate how many times I came that evening.
We took a break, but as dinner had not yet arrived, after a conversation on limits we went back for more. MasterDoc suggested we try double penetration – I’ve never experienced it, just frustrating attempts. MasterDoc lay on the bed, I got on top of his cock, then the other guy went to work his cock into my ass. It was still hard to get proper angle – my butt’s a bit sore from where it was poked before he got it in. But the struggling was brief, and holy shit it worked! It felt… like I was being fucked in two holes at once. I know that sounds self-explanatory but it’s the only way I can think to describe it. While I felt quite filled it wasn’t uncomfortable like I had worried it would be. Both orifices expanded to make each penetration comfortable in and of itself. As they both fucked me I just kept on coming over and over. Good, primal, grunting and screaming orgasms.
After a break for dinner, the guy was up for one more fuck. We went into the bedroom and I sucked his cock, gagging on it. He had me lay on the bed and he fucked me from on top. He pinned me down – there’s that wrestler skill! – and fucked me like there’s no tomorrow. Dude is in shape. I couldn’t believe how long he fucked me at a hard, relentless pace. Most guys can’t do that. Of course, I loved it. He put his hand on face from time to time, holding my head to the side while he continued to fuck me. This was hot and would inevitably make me come harder. I began to wonder which of us would ask to stop first. He did, but I was pretty fucked-out by that time myself.
Since this went well, I’m free to schedule casual fucks with this guy when I have free time. Neither of us has a lot of free time, and who knows how often it will coincide, but it’s nice to think there’s another cock out there I can call on when I need something extra – a cock that comes with rough sex.
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On to the reviews…
Vibrators
- Sqweel by Venus
- WOW 4 by buzzvibe
- Hitachi Magic Wand by Bzzingbee
- Crystal High Intensity Bullet 2 by Lucid Obsession
- Jopen Vanity Vr1 by Bella
- I Rub My Duckie Bondage by HotMoviesForHer Sex Toy Crew
- JeJoue MiMi by Sea of Neptune
- Tantus Little Secret Spoon by Lucid Obsession
- Tantus Little Secret Touch by Beanfiddler
- Rabbit Touch Shaft by Joanna Cake
- Shag Factory Flower Power Bullet by Naughty Snow White
- Shag Factory Flower Power Bullet by Sammi
Dildos
Anal Toys
- Fun Factory Duke by Nadia West
- Nexus Gyro by Mistress Kay
- Love Pacifier Beginner by Lucid Obsession
- Oriental Jelly Beads by DIY Orgasms
Toys for Cocks
- Tenga Flip-Air Black by Toys in Love
- Rocks Off 4US Vibrating Cock Ring by DIY Orgasms
- Bathmate Penis Pump by DIY Orgasms
Lube, Massage Oil, Bath Stuff, & etc.
- Blossom Organics Pure Pleasure Arousal Gel by Pixel Kitten
- Blossom Organics Pure Pleasure Arousal Gel by Beanfiddler
- Kissable Body Shimmer by Mistress Kay
- BabeLube Natural by buzzvibe
- Wet Oil-Based by Kit O’Connell
- Sliquid Swirl Blue Raspberry by Lucid Obsession
- Honey Girl Organics by True Pleasures
- Kama Sutra Warming Intensifying Gel by Mei
- Blossom Organics Revitalizing Breast Exam Cream by Bzzingbee
BDSM/Fetish
- Tantus Beginner Ball Gag by Isabel
- Leather Bondage Mittens by Mistress Kay
- Hot Pink Riding Crop by Bella
- Submission Bracelet by Bella
- Maui Kink Jute Rope by LucyLemonade
- Leatherbeaten Spanker Paddle by Pixel Kitten
Adult Books & Games
- The Perfect Submissive by Jordan LaRousse
- FacelessVoice by Red Vinyl Kitty
- Lesbian Cops – Erotic Investigations by The Porn Librarian
- The Anal Sex Positioning Guide by Mistress Kay
Adult DVDs & Porn
- Gush – The Official Guide to the G-spot and Female Ejaculation by Samantha Sade
- Gush – The Official Guide to the G-spot and Female Ejaculation by Lucid Obsession
- Rascal Superstar Series – Brent Everett by The Porn Librarian
- Ginger by J.D. Bauchery
- Tristan Taormino’s Rough Sex 3: Adrianna’s Dangerous Mind – Scene 4 by Ginger Leigh
- Lube Job by The Porn Librarian
- Taboo by J.D. Bauchery
Lingerie
Miscellaneous
- Spareparts Deuce Harness by True Pleasures
- Condoms for a Cause Sampler Pack by Red Vinyl Kitty
- Liberator Fascinator Throe by Toys in Love
I’m going to take a moment to stray from sex blogging to talk a bit about weight and body image. Since February 2010, when I started a concerted effort, until now I’ve lost about 50-55 lbs. (I put the range because my weight can fluctuate a couple of pounds up or down on any given day.) I live in a society (the United States) where weight loss is hailed as unequivocally a “good thing.” But a friend recently forwarded me this excellent blog entry about weight loss, and why you shouldn’t assume anything about it: Dear People Who Comment about Weight Loss.
I think that overwhelmingly my weight loss is a positive thing since I did it healthfully and gradually. (I averaged 2 lbs. every 2 weeks when it was going strong. After a few months of plateau I seem to be losing again.) With 50 fewer pounds to lug around, my knee issues have all but disappeared. My father was diagnosed with diabetes last year, and if I stayed obese that was pretty much inevitably my destiny too. I feel better and I’m glad I did this for my health. A huge part of the weight loss is due to improving my diet. At various points in my life having a serving of fruit a month was usual, now I eat fruit daily as much as possible since it can fill me up without a lot of calories. I eat more whole grains and vegetables now, and I’m sure my body thanks me for it. When I calculated the amount of calories I had to be averaging a day to maintain the weight I was, I was dumbfounded. (I’ve read you need 12 calories per pound of body weight a day to maintain your current weight.) No wonder I was fat! And eating in pretty much any restaurant in the United States will help you keep weight on. (For most of us. There are people who are thin and wish they could gain weight. This needs to be considered and these people treated with the same respect as the “average” and the fat.)
Counting calories and changing my diet was a lot of work, but now that it’s become habit it is much easier than before. (DeeDee’s cooking healthfully for MasterDoc and I has been a HUGE help.) I still have to be vigilant, however. This is a trade off I will probably need to do the rest of my life – count calories to make sure what I’m eating on average is reasonable. I’d like to thank my parents around now for the terrible diet habits I’ve had. (Sarcasm.)
But the idea that losing weight is 100% a positive experience is just not true. I thought it would be, but I’ve been caught by surprise with the difficulties. Having to buy an entirely new wardrobe, not once but two or three times, as I dropped clothing sizes has been difficult. I’ve scoured clearance, sales and the local thrift store but without that I don’t know what I’d be wearing right now. I seem to be on the verge of another size drop, so the pants I bought two sizes ago (and less than 6 months ago) and really liked are now ridiculously big on me. Clothing that I loved to wear doesn’t fit any more and I have to say goodbye to it. I have a corset and a waist cincher I need to put up for sale on ebay as they’re too big. The belts I purchased to help with my pant issues are nearly on the last hole just months later.
I’m sure before the weight loss I would have just felt envious over this “problem” I’m having, but the weirdest thing is feeling like a) my body isn’t my own/familiar anymore and b) while I KNOW I’ve lost weight and clothing sizes, I’m fat/flabby in the same places and don’t feel like I’ve changed as much as I have.
Remembering one of my favorite novels as a pre-teen, There’s a Bat in Bunk Five by (the fabulous) Paula Danziger, there was a scene where the main character, who had lost a lot of weight since the previous novel, The Cat Ate my Gymsuit, is at a store in Woodstock, NY and asks for a t-shirt that is clearly (to the salesperson) too big for her. The salesperson comments on how the main character must have lost a lot of weight and that people who do so have a hard time visualizing their bodies as they now are. I go clothes shopping and think, “That’s a large, it won’t fit me. I need 1x.” but then the large fits me wonderfully now. I had developed an identity as a young woman who wore size 18 or 20. Now that I’m in size 14 and needing to check out size 12 pants, my identity has been skewed. On some levels I see my body as it was. I’m still flabby in the same spots (yet according to the terribly imperfect BMI, I’m just on the verge of being in the “normal” weight category, after being in the obese one for my entire adult life thus far). Regular exercise has helped me feel better and has clearly improved my stamina during sex, but I still have an “imperfect” body by so many standards. If I don’t manage to tone up, a part of me will feel like I didn’t quite succeed. I realize this is sad. I realize that at nearly 40 years old this is tougher than it could have been 20 years ago.
And the times when I notice the changes in my body, I’m thrown off. Various sections feel kinda bony now whereas they never did before. I caught sight of myself in the mirror before a shower recently and I was shocked to see the definition of my ribs in my back. (I was slouching, that “helped.”) I feel like I’m in someone else’s body. “I’m plus size, what’s this nonsense about shopping in the non-plus size section?” The stores I’ve shopped in for years don’t carry my bra band size. I’ve had to figure out where other women get their bras. While I haven’t lost cup size, my boobs seem saggier, less dense and flatter than before. I don’t like this.
I don’t know if the flab I see is mere flab that I could lose via continuing to eat healthier and exercise, or if it’s loose skin. And if it’s loose skin do I want to pursue cosmetic surgery to remove it? I’ve been hoping that through such slow weight loss my skin would adjust.
I get more male attention now than before, and while it’s flattering it’s also weird for me. Men eye me on the street who wouldn’t have given me a second glance before.
Perhaps I’m most disturbed by the fact that I feel like I’m somehow “normal” now that I’m down to size 14 (or perhaps a size smaller now). I can shop in “normal” stores (although plus size stores carry my size quite often and I still shop them). I’m tall and not inclined to being skinny so being a size 6 is totally unreasonable for me, but to be within the “small – medium – large” paradigm after so many years is strange. I have a large bag of 1x and 2x size clothing to get rid of. I don’t think I should feel any more normal now than before, however, and this is poisonous cultural programming rearing its ugly head.
I’m all for fat acceptance. I have a hard time with people who totally ignore the health issues that can come with obesity, but on the other hand we all should have the freedom to do with our bodies what we wish. If you’re happier being fat, then you shouldn’t be treated badly for it. If you’re truly healthy at your heavier weight, then why change? Also, weight loss is not easy – I didn’t do it for nearly 20 years of being technically obese (I was in total denial about how overweight I was too) – I’m not here to judge anyone who is struggling, or has given up or just refuses to live their life on a diet. That’s their choice. And being fat does not make one stupid, lazy, or any other a thousand things our culture ascribes to obesity. We need to treat people as human beings – regardless of what they look like.
I’m happy I’ve made these changes, but my body feels so foreign right now.
There was more pain when we played on Saturday than he’s given me in a while. I think for the most part I was in need of a good rough bit of play. He placed the clover clamps on my nipples. I had to breathe deeply to ride through the pain. In the past, he would have taken them off much sooner, but this time he played with them a bit. The clamps bite into the nipple despite the rubber tips on them. They leave a deep impression. I was just getting used to the pain (as much as I could anyway) when he touched them. The pain surged again. I was surprised how long he kept them on me considering the look of pain that must have been on my face pretty much the whole time. He kissed between my breasts, which put a bit of pressure on the clamps. The pain was intense.
When he removed them it hurt even worse for a moment. Next he used the clamps on my labia. I got nervous when it seemed like he was playing with my inner labia, but I didn’t think he’d put the clamps on there. He did and I screamed. It hurt so much! Thankfully he removed it, and then moved to outer labia. This was still really painful. He went down on me between the clamps and it was hard to enjoy the feel of his tongue amidst all the pain. He took the clamps off (again that intense pain when the blood rushes back) and made me come with his tongue and fingers. Of course, after the orgasm all the suffering from just moments before was forgotten.
He stood up, and I wondered what he was going to do next. He must have needed to urinate because moments later he instructed me to meet him in the bathroom, and bring my vibe. I truly don’t like when he pees on me. I dread it. I brought my siri along but didn’t want to get turned on, you know? He had me kneel in the tub (knee pads on) and started talking up what he was going to do. It is so hard to listen to. He told me to me ask for it. I struggled, made jokes and even begged him not to make me ask for it. I had gotten myself worked up with the toy on my clit by now, and so I relented and asked him to pee on me so I could come. He pissed on me and I came and I hate that I came. I felt the warm liquid run down my body and the acrid smell hit my nose. I looked away. I closed my eyes so I don’t have to see it. But I came with his piss running down my hands.
He left me to wash off, saying that he would fuck me when I got back to the bedroom. I rinsed off, then grabbed the bath pouf for a little scrub when I didn’t feel clean enough. I dried off, and grabbed a throw blanket when I got back to the bedroom as I was cold. He snuggled me for a bit while we watched porn. (More PublicDisgrace.com.) He pushed his knee into my cunt from behind me. This was hot but I couldn’t come from it. I wished he would talk dirty to me again. He did just minutes before, asking what he was going to do with “his body” (i.e., me. Swoon.). He talked about making me just a piece of meat. Fuck, I like that talk, I really do.
He fucked me from behind, making me come over and over. And over. And over. And did I mention over? I had just gone limp from coming as his cock plugged away at me. At the end of a long, satisfying fuck, he pulled out and slapped my cunt, making me squirt all over.
As I lay down to recover, he put his wet hand in my mouth and probed a bit with his squirt-soaked hands. The fingers in the mouth thing is a recent suggestion from me. It makes me feel even more like I’m his slut to do with as he wishes. He can probe into any orifice he chooses to.
We took a break. During the break, he talked about working his new favorite toy in his ass (the Duke) and fucking me from on top with it in. I worked it in slowly as he watched hot, nasty porn. I got him really hot. I loved watching his face. He asked me a one point if I’d be ok if he just came. I said yes, and while I would have enjoyed another fuck I meant it. He said, “Good but I think I’ll fuck you anyway.” I kept working the toy in his ass and it became apparent he felt too good to stop. We kept going until he came all over his belly. He was relieved to see me smiling at the end. I had come enough for the day. It was time to make him feel good.
A funny aside: as we played after I had cleaned up the piss, I kept thinking I smelled piss every so often. I figured it must have been just psychological until I realized – I focused on cleaning my body off, but his piss ran over my hands too earlier. I didn’t adequately wash my hands and they smelled like piss. Ugh. I went and washed my hands at the first suitable break in the action.
The latest addition to my ever-growing cache of sex toys is the Fun Factory Duke. I’ve been getting various prostate stimulating plugs over the years in the hopes of finding one MasterDoc really likes. This seems to be the one.
Others we’ve tried haven’t been firm enough, or thick enough, or shaped to really press against the prostate. The unusual shape of the Duke fits the male anatomy like no other toy we’ve tried. (Plus it’s fun to pretend it’s a sea monster when it’s not in use. I’m a dork, I know.) It’s made of firm, yet pliable silicone (and thus is sterilizable, always desirable in a butt toy) with a removable, rechargeable vibrator. The vibrator has three intensities and three patterns. The power button is a bit small and hard to press, but not significantly so. It seems the vibe is strong enough to make the vibration a real asset. Battery-powered plugs always seem to come up short on power. MasterDoc likes the vibration on this one. The vibrator is easy to remove, a problem when cleaning other silicone/vibe combination toys, but it doesn’t slip out.
The outer bit is convenient to press against the perineum. It takes some time and gentle work to get the Duke in (we used lube of course) but the shape fills up the rectum and provides pressure on the prostate gland. (Prostate massage is not only stimulating for a man, but also good for his prostate health.)
The charger has a cute, gimicky “click ‘n’ charge” connector. The charging ports are magnetic and the charger clicks on to the toy. It lights up when it’s charging and the light goes off once it’s fully charged.
I’ve seen good sex toys and bad ones, this is one of the best. It has already gone into regular rotation in our play. I feel like our prostate plug search is over!
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Sex toy was provided free of charge from Babeland in return for an honest review. I received no other benefits for doing this review.
On my day off, I got one of those afternoons I remember having when I was 18 and dating my first boyfriend. MasterDoc and I spent the better part of the afternoon in bed. Knowing that we were going to have sex, I set up the bedroom – throe on the bed, condoms, lube and my collar out and any toys I thought we might like to use. As he bathed, I took my siri and worked my clit.
He seemed to be taking a long time in the bath, so I walked in, vibe still in hand and found him reading a book. (He often has his nose in a book. No wonder I love him.) I told him matter of factly that I was “hot, wet and ready for him.” This made him finish his bath faster.
After some distraction (He often gets sidetracked helping a friend or lover with a problem. He’s a mensch like that.) he put on some porn from PublicDisgrace.com. I loved the video of a woman being passed around at party. I’ve had fantasies like that, of being the entertainment at a party of pervs who play with my body in all sorts of ways. While we watched, I played with my vibe. He stroked himself and we soon fucked with me on hands and knees. But first, he used the anal beads on me. It took a while to work them all in. The small ones go in easily but the last couple can take some work. He took breaks to fuck me briefly, I suppose to get my body used to having both holes filled before the largest diameter beads were in. Sometimes firm toys can prove to be painful when doing double insertion, but this worked out. The last two beads felt quite large. He murmured, “That’s it just two more to go,” and I relaxed my sphincter as best I could. I could feel my ass stretch to accommodate them.
He fucked me with the beads in. He’d tug on and wiggle the beads as he fucked me. I squirted a TON. The throe was sopping wet from that time forward. As we cuddled, I folded it over so I wasn’t laying in this huge wet spot. And yes, all that squirting went hand in hand with a massive series of orgasms. He caned me a bit after. The pain melted into pleasure and I probably could have come from the caning. (I have before.)
My body was sore and tired from exercise and all the fucking the night before at the club. But you know me, I’m nearly always ready for sex. I told MasterDoc how during that long fuck I kept thinking about him fucking me up the ass. He said that he had considered that. I told him that I thought maybe I should say, “Would you like to fuck my ass, Sir?” as a way to indicate I would like to, but still leaving him in control of course. I really should have said it, but better late than never. He tried fucking my ass, but for some reason we just couldn’t get the right angle. I tried flipping over the axis, but then I found myself face down in my own squirt. And while I generally think my squirt has a pleasing, light, musky smell, being nose to liquid was too much. I flipped the shape over again. When anal wouldn’t work, he fucked my pussy again for a while and then we tried anal with us laying on our sides. (I mention these sorts of things because this shit happens to us all. Sometimes sex doesn’t work the way you want it to. You just move on and try something else.) He got his cock in but it wasn’t the ideal position. Of course even in non-ideal positions I often come like a porn star in heat. This was no exception.
Soon after, he wanted to fuck me again and I couldn’t believe my incredible luck. He kept making me come so much! Four times in an afternoon! (And my orgasms are long, extended, multiple affairs usually.) MasterDoc got on top for a fuck after I placed a towel on top of all my squirt on the throe.
This sex was transcendent. I actually managed to open my eyes a few times to look into his. I’m sure the look in my eyes was one of helpless lust. He made me come for a long time. I have no idea how long it actually was, but it was much longer than most fucks last. My body turned into jelly and I actually stopped holding up my legs at one point – somehow my joints were suddenly more flexible than usual. I couldn’t feel anything but him fucking me.
While I recovered, for sex like that requires recovery, I was near tears of happiness from having so many overwhelming orgasms. I admitted that if MasterDoc said, “I’m worth it, aren’t I?” (when I’m faced with some pesky chore around his place) over the next few days, I couldn’t give any answer but an unqualified YES. (Depending on the task and the day, I sometimes grumble a bit, although I usually admit he’s worth it.)
I think he should start giving classes. More women need to enjoy the level of sex I do.
On Monday night we went to the swing club since I had off the next day. On the way there, MasterDoc pulled the car over by a porn store, the type with the porn booths that MasterDoc likes taking ladies to. I was feeling easily embarrassed somehow and hoped that perhaps this wasn’t happening. But he dragged me in, I felt super shy as we nodded hello to the guy working behind the counter. We got to the booths and I figured I was in the clear when there were no people there, but he walked me back out into the store where the employees were. He stood me in front of him, ostensibly looking at a display of porn box covers and started caressing my shoulders and grabbing hold of my hair. Fuck. He knows me. He knows the slight humiliation of getting turned on in public, and how he can do that to me effortlessly, would turn me on. My body twitched a bit, giving away my increasingly aroused state.
Thankfully, we were only there a short while. In the car as we continued to the club he said, “I should have a least let the guy who works there have a grope.” I’m sure I blushed at this. At the club, we met one of our usual pals there and had a nice chit chat. Veronica is the bartender but she also amuses the single guys. After the chat, MasterDoc went to use the restroom, and I felt shy while waiting alone. If guy comes over to me, I’m never sure if flirting is okay as MasterDoc decides who I play with. I probably seem like an aloof bitch sometimes. I assure you, it’s shyness rather than bitchiness. It also stems from knowing that giving some guys the least bit of polite attention will have them pursuing you all night long.
I watched the porn on the big screen. “Hey, is that Paris Hilton?” I thought. I usually disdain Ms. Hilton, but I gained a smidgen of respect (!) as I watched her blow her boyfriend. The girl’s got skillz.
I ask for a cuddle when MasterDoc gets back and he agreed we could use a cuddle. We hadn’t seen each other in a couple of days and therefore hadn’t cuddled. The cuddle turned into a little making out and him caressing my body. It amazes me still how, with him, simply having my breasts stroked (the top part mind you, not the nipples) I can get turned on tremendously. You know, being his trained monkey who gets turned on and comes at his command isn’t such a bad thing.
The room with the king bed was busy, so we headed to the chilly back room. I was very horny already and soon didn’t notice the cool air. We cuddled, caressed each other and kissed. I love feeling his body under my hand. He had me go down on him and I enjoyed every second. He managed to truly fuck my throat at one point. It was pretty awesome. He thrust in, I could feel the ridge of his cock head press pass some spot in my throat and I have trained my gag reflex pretty well by now – I didn’t start gagging until a few deep thrusts had been achieved. A guy came in to watch sometime during this. MasterDoc had me get on hands and knees so my ass was facing the room. He showed me off, using a flashlight to highlight my pussy. I felt thrilled and embarrassed (and thrilled to be embarrassed) by the attention. He used clothespins on my labia, but I was so engrossed in being a slut on display that I didn’t pay much attention to them. He inserted the anal beads. I’ve found though that I can’t often tell exactly which toy is up my ass. I don’t seem to have the right amount of sensation for details there, but I knew I was being filled with something, He flogged me a bit, telling the guy how much I love being shown off. He had the guy hold my butt cheek out of the way one time and I could never be sure exactly whose hands were touching my cunt (I think it was always him other than the butt cheek thing). He made me come for an extended period of time and I was exhausted. Or so I thought.
We dressed and MasterDoc noticed a couple with a hot woman. He started chatting up the couple, and I joined him in being friendly. I didn’t have a problem with the guy as sometimes happens, and I was doing my best to help MasterDoc get in the hot woman’s skirt. We ended up showing them our bag of tricks. They were from out of town and friendly in that southern way. I really think I’d have better conversational skills had I been raised in the south. The woman was shy and quiet, but her man was very talkative. They seemed quite nice. MasterDoc made me come via magic wand and fingering when it came out that the guy in the couple had never seen a woman squirt. Of course I did. He thought it was awesome.
We rested on the bed, chatting with the couple as she stood against the wall and her guy sat on an ottoman. MasterDoc was doing his best to be charming and get the lady’s attention. The guy was fascinated by our toy bag and I ended up in the behind-the-back restraints. After he got them on, he told me to kneel in them, and I’m sure my struggle to get myself upright was fun to watch. He had me lean forward so that I was resting on my head and shoulders. I told him that was very uncomfortable (as ending up with a neckache is not a desirable outcome) and he told me I just had to do it for a little while. I think I was the definition of helpless with my ass in the air and hands behind my back. He let me sit, and I stayed there for a while sitting next to him with my arms behind my back. MasterDoc spread my legs and played with my cunt. He made me come again through slapping my cunt – I think he really enjoyed showing off that he could do that. The sheets were pretty damn wet by now.
I’m slowly starting to realize that a woman like me can be intimidating for a man. I don’t think of myself as intimidating, but being so in control of my sexuality (and choosing to hand that control over to MasterDoc) and so comfortable with having sex in front of people does intimidate guys. I tell you, if a slutty woman is interested in playing with you, don’t be intimidated – go for it! We love sex. Even if it’s not the most amazing sex we ever had, odds are if we’re mutually interested in fucking you we will enjoy it too. I don’t think loving sex is at all a bad thing. Religion doesn’t know what it’s talking about.
I stripped the wet sheets from the bed and we went to the main room. It seemed like the woman in the couple wasn’t too interested, but soon the guy from the couple came over and asked if I wanted to make his wife come. I’m certainly game to make an attractive woman come, and I’m sure our men would enjoy watching. Also, perhaps if this woman was warmed up MasterDoc might get somewhere with her. MasterDoc gave his assent (I’m his slut, he decides) and we adjourned to the king room again. We had to find someone to put new sheets on. There was initial awkwardness as her shyness continued and MasterDoc talked about how I’m not the aggressive type – the problem was she’s not either. She got undressed to try to move things along and I felt freer to start playing with her. Her body was perfectly toned, her augmented breasts standing up perkily. Her husband suggested I use a toy and I used my siri on her clit then worked my fingers inside. I made her come pretty damn quickly and it was fun to watch, she just about did a crab walk backwards on the bed because of the intensity of the stimulation. I totally understand why MasterDoc sometimes chuckles when I’m coming like crazy.
I took my bra off and even though this woman was pretty much our society’s ideal (except she wasn’t young) she sounded envious when she commented on how big my breasts are and how they’re real. It’s terrible how nearly all women seem to have body issues these days. She made me come next, using just her hands and MasterDoc lent a hand. I squirted again.
I felt pretty damn tired, but MasterDoc wanted to fuck and I did want his cock. I sucked him til he was hard. He played with my pussy which of course was sopping wet. He fucked me from behind while at least one guy watched and he pushed me over the edge (orgasm-wise) with relative ease. (Remember, I don’t just get to come, I need to hold back as long as I can but if he drives me crazy he won’t get mad if I come before he’s said the word.) I was totally lost in lala land during orgasm after orgasm. I can only imagine what my face looked like. I think sometime I need someone to film me coming so I can see it.
It was an awesome fuck. He kept going and going, and guess what? I squirted again. A whole lot. It was just as well I hadn’t taken the last sheet off but instead suggested to MasterDoc that we use the same room because I had already besmirched the sheet.
I was so tired (having worked all day, exercised in the evening and then came, and came and came) that I just lay there after. He had me spread my legs to show guy my pussy to the guy there while I rested. He gave guy the flashlight to get a better look.
MasterDoc nearly had to cart me home. I slept like a proverbial log that night.
As an aside, in the midst of our trying to flirt with the couple, a guy from Spain (he told us he was from Spain) appeared with two hot Mexican chicks. The guy was aggressive in trying to set something up with the couple. The women looked eager to play. I later caught sight of them making out with each other – I wanted to be in the middle of that! Sadly, this was not to be.
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