It had been nearly a week since we had been together. I wrote some erotica over the weekend that made me stop and masturbate in the middle of writing it. I was so incredibly wet that afternoon. I should write erotica more often as I really enjoyed putting together this last one. Right now my sexual theme seems to be about mental sex more than the physical, so writing out a fantasy can be nearly as fulfilling as doing it. (Nearly. Not quite.) I’m getting better and better at working myself up mentally when I’m thinking about MasterDoc.
I did some of this last night while he went off to use the restroom after we arrived at the club. I watched some porn that I could see from the next room, and I thought about how slutty it was that I wore a perfectly presentable dress out to the club with no panties. I think in a way it’s hotter to be wearing a dress that makes you look like a 1950′s housewife when you’re out slutting around than wearing slutty clothes. Slutty clothes are so predictable. I want to seem like the girl next door whose perverse desires have taken away her inhibitions.
When MasterDoc came back and lay down with me, all it took was a few words and some gentle touches before I was breathing heavy and wanting to come. He threatened me with the scenario of doing a piss scene in public and having other random men piss on me too. He knows that this is something that will set up a struggle within me. I will feel like I’m sick and sorta bad to want something like that, but I do want it and it’s really hot to want to do something that’s just so out there and so wrong. Just by threatening me with these scenes he arouses me tremendously. And that’s where the idea of mental sex comes in. His fucking with my mind can be hotter than just physical stimulation. I’m always glad for the physical to follow and finish off the deal, but foreplay using my brain is just so fucking hot. Being a submissive, for me, is rooted in wanting to be stimulated mentally, in enjoying the way he plays with my brain as much as the way he plays with my cunt.
He toyed with my body a bit. My cunt was quite accessible with just a lift of my dress. I didn’t take the dress off all night despite all that I got up to. I find that I start leaning into him and feeling like I’m being pulled into his center of gravity or something. I can’t get enough of his touch, his voice, his breathing, his skin, his cock. He had me suck his cock for a while, and I got lost in doing it. It was such a turn on to suck his cock, and then again a turn on to think how it must turn him on that I genuinely love sucking his cock.
He had me get out a condom and get on top. After working myself up over the weekend through my story and all the anticipation of seeing him yesterday, I was unfettered by inhibitions. I rode his cock, moaning at how it felt good. He would thrust up into me and I’d get lost in the feelings of arousal. If I started to become aware of my surrounding again, he’d fuck harder and then I’d be lost in the sensation. Sex with him can be so overwhelming that I truly lose track of all that’s around me. But then, blocking out the people watching, who I love having watch, helps me deal with feeling so terribly slutty about wanting to have people watch.
I rode him for quite a while, and finally begged him to let me come. He let me and it was amazing. I rode him furiously until I was spent and we both needed a rest and something to drink. I felt great after. I think he did as well.
After some rest, he had me suck his cock some more. Once hard, he had me get on hands and knees and use a vibrator on myself. (I used the Gigi on my clit.) He paddled my ass a bit and fucked me from behind. I’m not sure how many people were watching as I made a point of turning my head away from the door. His cock stayed hard for what seemed like an eternity. I was senseless from the fucking and eventually had to beg to come again. I was a sweaty mess, hair tangled in my hand, as I came and came, pressing my face into the bed. He kept me coming for so long I wasn’t sure I could physically handle it after a while.
After I had rested a little, he let another guy touch me. I hadn’t seen this guy at all, I had no idea who it was. But being MasterDoc’s slut was such a tremendous turn on for me – it didn’t matter who it was, what mattered was that I was being groped and fingered for his pleasure. The guy fingered me to orgasm while I continued to use the Gigi on my clit. MasterDoc spoke about what a slut I was while he was doing it, and he handed the guy a condom so he could fuck me. Damn. Having a faceless fuck who my Dom picked out was so fucking hot. It got me really worked up and I came some more.
In yet another act of incredible sluttitude, the guy lubed up my ass and put it in, and I figured that MasterDoc surely saw what was going on and was okay with it. And when this guy’s cock entered my ass and it felt a little underlubed, I got off on getting roughly ass fucked by some stranger under my Dom’s control. The funny thing is, afterward he acted surprised that I was fucked up the ass, although this time he did know it was going on. (Remember last time something similar happened?) We had to teach the guy not to put his dick back in my pussy after, however, without changing condoms. (It really is dismaying how little people know about sex, and how things like ass-to-pussy is a no-no.)
I was spent and MasterDoc could tell so he had the guy stop fucking me. I lay there getting my breath back. I wanted to cuddle, but I was truly too tired to shift over a foot or two to reach MasterDoc. Instead, I reached out and played with “the spot” on his chest from afar. He came over to me when I spoke up that I wanted a cuddle, but couldn’t move.
You would think after all this I would be done for the night. But no, I was still horny. MasterDoc fucked me again, this time with him on top. I loved cracking open my eyes to look up into his when I could manage it. I am so hot for him.
We got drinks after the last round (need to rehydrate!) and snacked a bit (fucking makes me hungry). I was still feeling like a horny slut but MasterDoc clearly was ready to go. So I dialed down my horniness and prepared to leave.
At the last minute, a couple of Hasidm came in and MasterDoc mumbled something about how we have to do a show for them before we go. (His ex once said that his ultimate fantasy would be to have sex in Macy’s window. You know, the one in downtown New York City….) He sat on a sofa in the common area, put a pillow on the floor for me, and had me suck his cock for all to see. I really fucking enjoyed it. I realize that this is the sort of thing that gets women shunned from our uptight, puritanical, American society (see what happened recently to sex blogger The Beautiful Kind) – but I am a woman who loves sex. I do fear that being so open about this fact on the blog could result in something like what happened to TBK, but I hope that by being open I can move along society and create more people who realize that being into sex doesn’t make someone dirty, bad, undesirable or less of a worker. Talking about sex doesn’t make me any less of a professional librarian. Having lots of sex doesn’t make me any less of a professional either.
This Lady Gaga song inspired me to write a bit of erotica for a change. The video has nothing to do with my fantasy, but I love it all the same for being totally campy and sexy at the same time.
This is some pretty kinky shit, but if you read here regularly you should realize the kinds of things that are talked about on this blog. And without further ado: “Show Me Your Teeth.”
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She had dared him to go further than before. The butterflies tickled her stomach as she wondered if she could handle what he was going to dish out.
She had shared some of her darkest fantasies with him – the ones where she’s tied up helpless, the ravishment fantasies, the ones where he does things to her she likes to think she doesn’t want. But at the same time becoming his slut entirely turns her on immensely and she hopes that her gentle teasing has gotten him worked up enough to really push her limits this time.
She had spent some time reassuring him that she was ready for this. She wanted him to reach down and find those dark places of his soul and utilize them so they could both fulfill the twisted fantasies that brought them together.
He put her collar around her neck, and while he usually wasn’t big on protocol, he ordered her to kneel before him, forehead touching the floor. She did as she was told and steeled herself for what she hoped would be a bumpy ride.
He placed his foot on her head, holding it down.
“Are you sure you’re ready slut?” he asked her.
“Yes, Sir,” she replied immediately. She could feel her cunt begin to get wet. He removed his foot from her head and had her sit up. He sat on the sofa across from her spot on the floor and looked into her eyes.
“You are going to do everything I tell you tonight without question. I am going to take you to a place of humiliation and submission that you’ve never been to before.” She took a deep breath at this. “Go get the behind the back restraints.”
She was thrilled he asked for those – she had always hoped they’d use them again. Just having them on made her hot. When she returned to the room with the restraints, he stood up and put them on her. He buckled the collar, then buckled each wrist into their respective cuffs. She straightened up, and in this position her full breasts stood out. He took a hunk of her hair in his hand and shook her head around a little. She closed her eyes in a bit of a swoon. While her eyes were closed, he raised his hand and slapped her across the face a few times, each time a little harder than the first. When she opened her eyes he looked at her intently.
“I’ll be back in a moment. I expect you to stand at attention for me right here, understand?”
“Yes, Sir.”
She could feel every inch of her skin thrum as she heard him go off into the bedroom where the toys were kept. She tried to figure out what he was getting by the noises, but she couldn’t be certain. There was a chain noise and otherwise the noises were indistinguishable.
He came up behind her and placed a blindfold over her eyes. Now she was helpless and unable to see. He started to pull something else over her face, and she soon realized it was the muzzle. Her helplessness increased with not being able to communicate easily. He tweaked a nipple and she practically gushed wetness knowing that she was at his mercy. A chain rattled. She tried to discern if it was a leash or not. As he started pulling at her nipples, making them stand out, she realized that the chain must be one that connects two nipple clamps. The question was, which ones?
He slowly released the clamp onto one nipple. As it continued to bite and bite she knew it must be the clover clamps. She took deep breaths through her nose to cope with the pain. Clover clamps weren’t something she’d grown accustomed to just yet.
“Take the pain for me slut,” he said as he tugged lightly on the clamp to make sure it was on securely. She whimpered and he stroked the side of her face. “Breathe deeply. That’s it.”
He went for the other nipple and soon the other clamp was biting into her flesh. On the one hand, she wondered if she could stand the pain, on the other, her cunt felt like it was on fire. He pulled a little on the chain and she whimpered loudly. She moved her hands instinctively but of course found them to be secured behind her back, where they couldn’t do her any good.
He helped her balance as she was lowered onto her knees on the floor. Her senses were flooded with the pain, and the feel of his hand on her shoulders, and the anticipation of what might come next. He removed the muzzle. “You’re not to speak unless spoken too, understand cunt?”
“Yes, Sir,” she replied.
She heard him unzip his pants and he took his semi-hard cock out and slapped her on the face a few times. “You’re my cock-sucking whore,” he said, “You’re my piss-drinking whore. You’re my ass-licking whore. Open your mouth.” He put his cock in and she hoped that he was too hard to piss in her mouth. Anyway, he wasn’t likely to do it in the living room where there would be a mess if she failed to catch every drop.
She sucked, having a hard time keeping his ever-hardening cock in her mouth without the use of her hands. He grabbed the back of her head, and pulled her face right into his crotch. She tried to breathe through her nose while he gagged her on his cock, but soon she was sputtering and dripping drool down her chest. “Again, whore,” he said as he pushed his cock into her mouth and straight to the back of her throat again. He fucked her mouth hard and drool ran down her chin. Snot started to flow out of her nose and she was sure her makeup would be moist and messed up under the blindfold. He choked her repeatedly on his large cock, and then pulled her head back by the hair and slapped her face a few times. She could feel her sense of will melting as she became nothing more than his whore. She wanted him to hurt her. She wanted him to use her.
He reached down and slowly removed the clover clamps. She cried out as they came off and the blood painfully rushed back into each nipple. He slapped her for making noise and put the muzzle back over her mouth. “Get up,” he said and he helped her to her feet as she couldn’t hold her balance with her arms behind her. He undid the restraints and she rolled her shoulders to ease the soreness in them. She could hear and feel a leash hook onto her collar and he led her, still blindfolded, into the bedroom. He had her kneel on the bed, head down, ass in the air. Without warm up, he caned her a few swift times. She cried out under her muzzle.
Next this cold and slick fingers were pushing into her ass, lubing her up. She could feel the cold steel butt plug as he stroked it teasingly around her asshole. He pushed, and it slid in, filling her up. With his other hand, he checked between her pussy lips. “You’re a wet little slut, aren’t you?” She could hear the wet noises as he slapped her pussy. He slid a finger inside and wiggled it around just a little bit. She moaned and pushed back onto his hand.
He laughed.
“Not yet slut.”
He removed the muzzle and the blindfold, and slid his finger, slick with her juices, into her mouth. She obediently sucked his finger clean. As he pulled away momentarily, her eyes blinked, adjusting to the light in the room. She could still feel the heavy steel plug in her ass. He told her to lay down on her stomach and rest for a moment. He gathered up more toys.
He lay down next to her on the bed and she pulled herself close to his chest. She wanted him so badly that she started to lick his chest and massage it with her fingers. He let her do this for a moment, and lay back to enjoy her attentions.
His cock was hard again when he had her stop and lay on her stomach. She felt the cold swipe of an alcohol wipe on each ass cheek. This could only mean one thing – needles. Her ass chilled as the alcohol evaporated from her skin. She listened to him unwrap a couple of needles. He grabbed one ass cheek and slid a needle into her flesh, the needle exiting out a short distance later. She took a deep breath and her body soon flooded with endorphins. He stuck her again, on the other side this time, and again she was flying high on her body’s own natural drug. She was blissfully in subspace. Her will had dropped completely, and she only wanted to do whatever he wanted her to do. He let her lie there and enjoy the rush for a few minutes. He knew, however, that this was the ideal time to really push her limits.
After removing each needle, he asked her if she was able to stand. “I think so, Sir,” she replied and unsteadily sat up on the bed. He looked into her eyes, leaned forward, and kissed her deeply.
“You’re a good girl. Now let’s see if you’re as obedient as I expect you to be tonight.”
He led her into the bathroom, and she knew this meant piss play. She always had such mixed feelings about piss play. On the one hand it was degrading and gross. On the other hand, she relished him putting her into that mental space. It wasn’t that she thought she was worthless, it was just that him making her feel dirty and under his control gave her such a high.
He had her kneel in the cold tub. Would he just pee on her, or would this be the time he finally followed through with his threat and peed in her mouth? He removed her collar, “just for practicality’s sake.” She knew that even without that symbol around her neck she was expected to obey.
“Are you my obedient slut?”
“Yes, Sir. I’m your obedient slut.”
He made sure to look into her eyes as he spoke. “I expect you to prove that now to me. This next part can be as easy or difficult as you make it. I expect you to try your hardest to please me.”
She could feel herself shake a little. This was it. This was when he followed through on the months of threats. God, would she be able to stand the taste of piss in her mouth? Would it totally freak her out? Thankfully the endorphins from earlier were still flowing and she felt a rush when faced with the challenge of doing that which she found totally repulsive. He stepped as close to the tub as he could, and took his mostly soft cock into his hand. He took hold of her hair with the other hand. “Open your mouth.”
She did as she was told, with only a slight hesitation. She closed her eyes tight, but he wasn’t having that. “Look at me, bitch!” She opened up her eyes and looked up at him, standing over her like some sort of powerful god. He wanted to see her eyes as he did this. He wanted to watch the struggle as it unfolded in her head and showed in her eyes.
With her mouth wide open, and eyes wide open as well, she felt the first hot drops of piss land on her tongue. A panic came over her, but she steadied herself and let it flow into her mouth. He relished the look in her eyes. It was a look of panic and disgust, but she held herself still as he pissed into her mouth. He felt powerful knowing that he could make her do this.
“Swallow as much as you can, cunt.”
She gagged as she swallowed but she kept coming back for more because more than anything else she wanted to please him. She wanted to show her devotion by letting him use her however he wanted. When she’d gag and cough a little he ended up pissing on her face and into her hair. A few tears escaped the corners of her eyes. He took hold of her hair more tightly and continued to let go a long stream of piss into her mouth.
“Hold it in your mouth a moment. Show me.”
She knew he meant the piss and, struggling against all sorts of forces within her, she held a pool of it in her mouth, revolted by the taste. He looked into her eyes.
“Now swallow cunt.” She did and collapsed in the tub, crying. To an outsider, she seemed broken and devastated. But she felt a certain freedom in having let go of her inhibitions so. He let her collapse, but he continued pissing onto her body. “You’re my filthy, piss-drinking slut. One of these days I’ll do this with a whole crowd of men to watch. Then I’ll have them piss all over you as well. You’ll reek of piss and they will be amazed at how much you’re my whore.” He finished pissing on her.
“Clean up,” he said as he left the room. She slowly gathered her wits. She felt emptied out inside, like all her worries no longer had a space within her. Somehow she felt baptized, new. She adjusted the water in the tub and began rinsing herself off. She took handfuls of water into her mouth and rinsed it out as best she could. She had to wash her hair as he had pissed there as well.
She dried off. She put her collar back on and went to find Sir. Her damp hair hung limply and clung to her face. She had forgotten temporarily about the plug in her ass.
She found him in the living room and she asked his permission to use the toilet. He didn’t grant it right away but made her sit on the floor at his feet. The fullness of her bladder added to her arousal in some strange way. Still, she was becoming desperate to use the bathroom.
He lifted her chin and she had a hard time looking at him. “You’re a good girl,” he said. She let out a deep breath and focused her eyes on him. “You can go use the bathroom now.”
She paused for a moment, wanting to ask if she could remove the plug from her ass, but then she remembered that she wasn’t to speak unless spoken to. Thankfully, he noticed the conflicted look on her face and he asked her what she was thinking.
“May I please remove the plug from my ass, Sir?”
He laughed a little. “I had forgotten it was in there. Yes, you may remove it. Now go use the bathroom and meet me in the bedroom after.”
He handed her the ball gag when she arrived. She put it on and he had her get on hands and knees on the bed again. He stroked his hard cock and put a condom on it.
He pulled her ass apart and could see the slick, shaved lips of her cunt. She was remarkably wet. He slid his cock into her and fucked her slowly. Her muffled moans turned him on more, and he felt a sense of ownership over her. She moaned and pushed her hips back to sink his cock as deeply as she could. His cock stayed completely rigid as he fucked her. Her moans became louder through the gag. She could come at any second, he only had to give the word. But he was enjoying teasing her and he pounded her cunt a little with his cock, listening to the desperation grow in her moans.
Finally, he thrust his cock as deep inside her as he could and told her to come. His entire body trembled and he could feel her cunt convulse around his cock. She made a remarkable amount of noise for someone who was gagged. As she came, he felt his own arousal peak and shot forth a wad of hot come. He groaned and twitched as her pussy continued milking his cock as she came. He felt his balls suddenly drenched as she squirted. He smiled.
As they both lay limp on the bed after, he put his mouth to hear ear and said, “I’m very proud of you cunt.” She glowed from within from his compliment.
The terrible mood swings went on up through last night. The “crimson tide” has come in so today I’m feeling much more stable. Except for the time when I got hypoglycemic. Oh well, there’s always something.
I got to spend some special alone time with MasterDoc last night. As we sat on the sofa, he started in on some sort of mind fuck. The problem is I can’t recall today what it was – some sort of threat of something that is scary but perhaps also erotic, or at least him making me do it is erotic in and of itself. I wish I could remember the specifics but all I remember ultimately is getting hot and melting into submissiveness just from his words.
He had me set up the bedroom for our interlude. As usual the Fascinator throe was put down on the bed. Lube, condoms, a butt toy and a vibe were made handy. I added the Wartenburg wheel. I brought his laptop in and set it up on the bed with some porn on it.
He told me to finish watching the tv show I had been watching, and when the last fifteen minutes were up I went into the bedroom. He told me to take the lube, reach back and lube up my ass. As I did this, hands working behind me, standing at the foot of the bed, he watched me and commented that it was hot thinking about exactly what I was doing. I felt embarrassment and looked down. When I was done, he sent me to wash my hands of the extra lube.
He had me get on hands and knees as soon as I returned, and he fucked my ass without any physical foreplay. It’s funny because sometimes I need a good warm up, but last night was so hot. I loved that he just shoved his cock inside my lubed up ass and fucked the hell out of me. The idea that I was his slut, his dirty whore who was enjoying him fucking me up the ass, turned me on so much. I’m pretty sure I muttered, “I love being your slut!” at one point. I was turned on by the idea of him using my body for his own pleasure. He fucked me long and hard. I was moaning and on the verge of orgasm for ages. Even though his cock was in my ass I could feel the sensations in my cunt. He ran the Wartenburg wheel over my ass and back, pressing the points into my ass. He grabbed my hips, and was generally rough with me. I held out as long as I could before begging for permission to come. He let me come and he continued to fuck me as I shuddered and screamed. (I feel bad for his neighbors. We really need to use gags more.) He wrung every last orgasm out of my body. His cock has been extra hard for extra long recently (I will perhaps someday explain why) and my clenching pelvic muscles aren’t such a formidable force against his cock these days. I do still push his cock out involuntarily sometimes, but it doesn’t happen as quickly or easily as before.
We took a break and I was exhausted from the phenomenal ass fucking. Unfortunately my hormones were still wreaking havoc on me and I hit a mood swing and started crying. Of course MasterDoc was a bit bewildered that after such great sex and orgasms I could feel depressed, but it was really just down to some sort of biochemical mood swing.
We rested for a bit and snacked on sorbet and fruit salad. My mood was back up again and I tried to eat slowly, savoring the feeling of the creamy sorbet on my tongue. At some point he said he needed to pee, but just a little bit, and he considered pissing in my mouth right there on the bed, and making me swallow it down. I cringed and curled up, putting my head down, hoping so hard that he was just fucking with me. This time he was.
I was hoping we’d fuck more, and it seemed a bit iffy at one point. Because of my moodiness I perceived that since DeeDee moved in with him he gives me much shorter and less involved scenes. We talked about it though, and it’s probably a bit of my mis-perception, and a bit of just the usual ebb and flow (that would have happened regardless of DeeDee living here). He says he’ll keep an eye on things in the future, but two weeks is a really short period of time to interpret things as changing long term. I do worry that with two women around so much now that getting as much sex from him might be difficult.
We cuddled a bit, and he had me suck his cock after I had had enough cuddles. I got really into it and he seemed just huge last night and very hard. He picked up the magic wand and held it to my clit while I sucked. I was soon humping the wand as best I could and he had me put a condom on him and get on top. I was so horny and turned on that I pushed through a little physical fatigue to ride him a good long time. He thrust up into me, making me sigh and gasp as he did. He grabbed parts of my body to enhance the experience – gentle nipple pinching, massaging my hip joints. He got me really worked up until I came, and came, and came. I squirted all over him, and unfortunately the throe had shifted through the evening and I squirted a bit on the bed as well. His cock stayed hard for a long time and I kept coming. As I came he slapped my ass at one point but damn, somehow it hurt too much and distracted me. I had to beg him to stop spanking me. My ass stung for a few moments afterward.
He made me come again and this time my vagina of steel pushed his cock out. By this time his balls were soaked in my come, and I was exhausted, but very, very happy.
Despite the mood swings I was still dealing with, we had a fantastic evening together.
I’ve spent the past two evenings with MasterDoc, and the timing couldn’t have been more perfect. Late Monday afternoon at work my mood dropped considerably and my premenstrual bout of depression had begun.
I found myself withdrawn when I met up with DeeDee and MD at his place. The three of us were supposed to hang out together that night, whereas Tuesday night was to be my night alone with him. I felt terrific guilt at being so down and feeling unstable. I had fears that DeeDee might think I was malingering to get attention. And while I did need attention, it wasn’t from faking but from a genuine mood issue.
But both DeeDee and MasterDoc were really kind that night. They didn’t push me to do my usual things (DeeDee cooks, I clean up lately) and MasterDoc gave me time alone. We tried out my new Gigi (the vibrator I have lusted after for over a year!) that I won from Babeland. I will review it shortly. I loved the new toy and MasterDoc made me come hard over and over. He wrung every possible orgasm out of my body. But while I felt amazing immediately after, my depression still lurked and I found myself crying out of frustration and sadness. I needed cuddles as much as I needed orgasms.
Last night, I was handling myself a little better although I still felt depressed. While cuddling on the couch, MasterDoc had a revelation – while orgasms and beatings do help my mood, it’s more likely that I need the intimacy when I’m feeling down. I think he’s on to something there.
When it came time for sex, he had me set up the electrosex box, the usual items (condoms, lube), my new Gigi and the plastic clips from the kitchen (small plastic clothespins used to keep bags closed). I took the liberty of adding the wartenburg wheel. I tried out the clothespins on my nipples when I went to the kitchen to get them. My nipples are more sensitive what with my period coming any day now, and I was pretty terrified of him using them on me.
Later in the evening he did use them, first to clip the skin of my upper breasts. This hurt, but I was sufficiently in subspace by that time that it felt amazing for him to hurt me. I wanted him to hurt me. I wanted to suffer by his hand. He ultimately decided to progress to putting them on my nipples, and to my surprise I enjoyed the pain. I have a light bruise on my right breast, I’m not sure if it’s from the clothespins or if he bit me at some point.
My recollections are a bit hazy. I can recall what we did, but not in what order things happened. He fucked me from behind, and the whole time I fantasized about him fucking me up the ass. His cock stayed rock hard even when I came and this was just amazing to feel – his cock still hard, still inside me. I went all feral and pushed myself back onto him while stroking my swollen and wet pussy. As I came, my hand became covered in my juices. I squirted a hell of a lot last night.
I collapsed when he told me to, and a short while later I shared my fantasy of him fucking my ass. Much to my happiness, he decided to do that. He had me use the Gigi on my clit first and then wanted me to put it inside of my vagina – not only for my own pleasure, but he wanted me to rub the vibration against the membrane between my vagina and rectum so he could feel it on his cock. I was totally into being fucked up the ass, but unfortunately trying to get the vibe in my pussy from that angle was hopeless. That kinda drew things to a close. But while he was fucking me, I loved how he dug his fingers into my ass, or stroked my back, or pulled my hair. I nearly forgot – he also ran the wartenburg wheel over me.
I felt much better after all that. And of course I’m not the only one who got to come. MasterDoc came on my face – not in my mouth. My chin and lips were glazed with his come, which I left there until he told me I could clean it off. (Guys don’t necessarily appreciate a woman going, “Eww!” and wiping off their come at the first possible second.) I slept well last night and the good feelings lingered on through much of today. Hormones fucked with me some more this afternoon, but I’m just eagerly waiting on my period at this point.
One last tidbit, after fucking my ass, he made me lick around the base of his cock to make sure it would be clean in case he fucked my pussy again. I somehow managed to desensitize myself to the ick factor of ass stuff being on his cock. I suppose it was easier to handle than actual ass-to-mouth.
Sex is so much more than standard, heterosexual intercourse – even for a heterosexual coupling. MasterDoc is taking his ritalin more often these days (as prescribed, he has attention deficit disorder) and a side effect of ritalin is that it can inhibit erections. It doesn’t always, but he forewarned me that he will take it more regularly (for various reasons) and so I might not get so much penis-in-vagina sex. While I love p-i-v, there’s much more that can be fun.
I wasn’t sure what we were going to get up to on Tuesday night. I mean, I’m never really sure as it’s up to him. I put in an instead cup just in case since I had my period. Ultimately, we ended up watching porn on the laptop on the bed and masturbating at the same time. He had gotten started while I was in the shower, and he was on the verge of coming but thankfully realized how sad I would be if he was done before I even started. He held back, and I managed to catch up after a little while. (He’s good to me.)
He looked over at me playing with myself, and my eyes were closed. “Are you not interested in the porn?” he asked.
“Oh I am, it’s just that I was… concentrating on… other things…”
“Like?”
“Like how good I was making myself feel,” I said shyly. I had worked myself up playing with my clit. A short while later, he turns to me and tells me to come. Within seconds I’m orgasming hard, squirting (hoping with the vaginal contractions that I don’t push out the instead cup) and off in another world. He knows that I tend to tense up around my upper chest and shoulders during orgasm, and that soreness from that can cause me to stop coming prematurely, so as I was by his feet he used a foot to hold my chest down. And I came harder. He then threw some real Dominance in there and put his foot on my head. God, it was hot being under his foot. It’s just so symbolic of being submissive to someone.
He had me lube up my ass and face away from him on hands and knees and work a toy into my ass to prepare it for his cock. It has been a while since we’ve done anal and I was looking forward to it. Alas, I grew terribly uncomfortable in the half-squatting position I had to be in to reach back to put the toy in my ass. The anal never happened.
We ended up taking a break. I got some fruit to eat and he had an Edy’s frozen fruit bar. I finished my bowl of fresh strawberries before him and hung out on the bed. I noticed that a bit was going to drip off his ice pop onto the bed, and as I was saying, “That’s going to drip!” I threw out my hands and caught the melted bit of ice pop in my hand. We grinned at how on the ball I was and I pointed out: “That’s a 201 level sub skill – watching your Dom’s ice pop for drips then catching them with your hands.”
We laughed over this. A few minutes later he pointed out a 301 level skill he would like me to work on: when his snack is going to take longer than mine, I should think of what things I could get done around the house while he finishes. (Such as, empty out the dishwasher.) I said, “Yes, Sir” and filed it away for future use. This should go in the butler’s book DeeDee and I are starting soon.
Later, we did more of the same and again I came suddenly when he told me to – even though I was NOT on the verge of coming. He really can inspire orgasm in me much easier now than ever before. I squirted copious amounts that night. Thankfully I had put down my throe.
MasterDoc still hadn’t come after all that, and he told me to get behind him to help. I played with his ass and pressed my naked body up against him. It was such a turn on to turn him on and I really got into it. I sat up after a few minutes and worked my hands more firmly on his buttocks in that slow, firm way he likes. I grabbed some lube and lubed up his ass and my finger, and slowly worked a finger inside him. I think for the first time I identified the prostate (although he could very well dispute me on this when he reads this). I felt a bumpy spot just within finger’s reach and played with it – pressing, stroking, thinking about what I like having done to my g-spot. (Did you know that when a woman squirts it’s female prostatic fluid? Yes women have a prostate (more commonly called Skene’s gland). I learned this from an Em and Lo DVD series on Sex that I’m in the middle of reviewing.)
Whatever I was doing, it seemed to work for him and he came. I gently worked my way out of his ass, pressing along his perineum.
I was satisfied and we had both come – and no penile insertion had happened. But it was just as hot as if we fucked.
A funny after comment on my Pain and Healing post: MasterDoc wasn’t feeling “into” it that day. He says that it’s one of maybe only two times he’s fooled around with me because I needed it and despite his lack of interest in that moment. Damn, imagine how hot it would have been if he were into it as well? I’m very lucky to have such a wonderful Dom who will take care of me when I’m depressed.
Saturday we fooled around and both of us were into it. I took a little bit to warm up – I may be frequently horny but I do need foreplay. It was a very casual sort of dalliance, he decided not to put my collar on. I hungrily sucked his cock for a while then he positioned himself between my legs and licked my clit.
He doesn’t go down on me often, but when he does he’s quite good at it. Now for those who are easily squicked, yes I have my period just now but as usual I used an instead cup and washed off down there right after inserting it. It seems like he goes down on me more frequently when I have my period, but I don’t have hard stats to back that up. I wonder if it’s a pheromone sort of thing.
He teased me with his lips and tongue. I lay back, closed my eyes and enjoyed the feeling. I don’t come often from oral, but he really worked me up. He interspersed the oral attention with the magic wand, even trying to put his tongue on my clit while leaning the vibrating wand against his tongue. (Left his tongue feeling numb!) He pressed the wand hard against my clit and told me to come. I came at his command as usual, and I apparently pulled his hair while coming. I was only vaguely aware of my doing this.
We were going to fuck with me on top, but his cock didn’t cooperate. (He had forgotten to take a “happy pill” (aka viagra) and sometimes under these circumstances his cock doesn’t work as we want it to.) We rested a bit, and I stroked his chest. He got hard again and decided to fuck me from behind. It felt good, but alas he wasn’t fully hard so it wasn’t up to its usual amazingness. That was absolutely fine with me.
He really wanted to come, so I gladly played with his ass while he jerked off. We had gotten a couple of insertables ready to put in his ass (condoms on the toys), but as I massaged his ass and anus he came pretty quickly. I love how when I keep massaging him afterwards he twitches several times. Before MasterDoc I hadn’t really known that the stimulation shouldn’t just end when the guy has ejaculated. Now I know better.
He asked if I wanted it long and slow, or short and fast. I said slow, hoping for a long evening of kink. He had that serious domly look in his eyes, the one that makes me oh so hot. He had me sit up so he could play with my tits. He’d look me right in the eye and then twist a nipple to watch the look on my face as it hurt. In the background we had rough sex porn running, and I was insanely wet already. I know it’s so wrong, and I know that extreme stuff can make people uncomfortable (because of its resemblance to some very bad things) but Jesus, watching a woman get her face fucked makes me so hot and so want to be in her place. I want to be roughly handled, gagged on his cock. I want to be a drooling mess.
He tried out the new dental gag I bought, it was really hot for the humiliation aspect of it, as i sat there with my mouth wide open. (It’s a Jennings dental gag, but without the strap like the one on this page.) It’s a shame I didn’t drool but I found my mouth growing dry instead. My tongue was exposed for him to see and it felt naked without teeth and lips to hide behind.
MasterDoc grabbed the magic wand, and he pressed it to my clit. My eyes would flicker, then close and I’d be lost in my ever increasing arousal. It flooded me, flooded my senses. I would come so close to coming and he would stop. And the fact that he was controlling my arousal and eventual orgasm made it even hotter. He teased me for a bit and I was lost in his intense eyes. Him being in control makes me so hot.
He had me remove the gag. Not only was my mouth dry but he was concerned that I’d break a tooth if I came with it in. We watched more porn, and I loved how the porn actress played the part of someone who’s surprised at the rough treatment she’s getting and oh dear how scared she is! I can get hot off of it if I can tell it’s play. I so desperately want to act out a scene like that with MasterDoc. I want to play scared, and let myself get into the role and feel scared. I want him to take me roughly, slap me about, push me down. I want him to piss on me. I want him to use my body in delicious and horrible ways. I was actually disappointed when he got up to go pee last night and didn’t decide to piss on me. I want to be passed around to various people for them to use my body.
He worked my Njoy plug into my ass and I stroked my wet clit and breathed heavy. I was so aroused. There was no hiding it. No hiding my sexuality. No hiding how much I wanted it.
He fucked me from behind with the stainless steel plug in my ass. I felt so full and having both holes filled like that was amazing. Oh god I wanted to come! Being fucked like that was so hot, I could feel him play with the plug in my ass. The only thing that could have improved that wonderful scenario is if another cock was available to go into my mouth at the same time.
In the porn, the actress is fucked up the ass by one man, while she’s being gagged on the cock of the other. Fuck. I want to experience that.
My knees gave out, so I had to crawl down onto the mat. After a breather and returning to my wits, I turned towards MasterDoc and played with his chest. I lusted after him so completely.
But alas, he wanted a snack. (And you can tell that this is a true story and not erotica, because the Dom doesn’t stop for a snack in the middle of an erotica piece.) I lay on the living room floor (we had been on the mat, you see) and watched the porn continue playing on the television. Seeing that woman being used and fucked and slapped around made me so hot. I’m sure MasterDoc could hear my moaning from the kitchen as I furiously stroked my clit. He came back in with some food and told me that I could make myself come if I wanted to.
So I focused on the porn and rubbed my slick clit until I came. To help me come, he held down my shoulder with his foot as best he could. The combination of hot porn, rapidly rubbed clit, being held down a little, and being under his foot led me to an explosive orgasm.
After all that expended energy, I needed a break, myself. A little later he decided that he wanted to come. I was slightly disappointed as I craved more fucking. But I played with his ass like he told me to and I grew more aroused knowing that he wanted to come in my mouth. When he was close to coming , I moved around to the front of him and placed my mouth right by the tip of his cock. I put his cock in my mouth as he came and then slid it further into my mouth to suck on the shaft. This kept him twitching with pleasure and it was so hot. I held his come in my mouth like he likes, and he told me to dribble it out onto the towel under me. I let it drool out and he was happy. I felt like a dirty slut and it felt so good.
I could have gone on all night fucking. I feel like something’s awakened in me that hasn’t been awake in years. I can’t remember going all night fucking for a very long time.
Bdsm is not the only way we like to have sex. MasterDoc started on his kinky path by being a swinger. We met up with a couple last night who live pretty close to him. It turns out the husband is a doctor too, and the wife (lucky woman!) is a stay-at-home wife. She clearly keeps their apartment in wonderful shape.
We weren’t sure exactly what the couple looked like, after all on their swing profile they had only body photos. We were pleasantly surprised. The woman was pretty and while the man didn’t initially make me go wow, it was clear early on that I’d enjoy getting naked with them.
So it was different being there not as a submissive (my collar was left at home) but as MasterDoc’s girlfriend. The couple are European and were very hospitable – offering us wine, drinks, apples. I had a little wine to relax a bit and it helped. (Yes, I can be shy! At first anyway.)
After some talking, the man told his wife that he was going to dance with me. So he took my hand and we swayed to the music they had playing in the background. Our hands roamed each other’s bodies. I couldn’t see MasterDoc behind me but I knew he and the wife were getting things started. The man kissed me passionately and took his time getting my breasts out of my low cut top. Later that night, MasterDoc discovered a hickey on my neck.
When I turned around, MasterDoc had the wife’s lovely, full breasts out of her top. She’s apparently quite bisexual as well and was keen to come over to play with me. When she reached me, I took her breasts in my hands and played with the nipples, she did the same to mine. Her husband stood behind her and reached around to touch both of us. (MasterDoc nipped off to the bathroom at this point.) When MasterDoc returned he was surprised that a Nadia sandwich wasn’t going on. He joined us, and I started to unbutton his shirt as he was the only one with a shirt still on. I stroked both doctor’s cocks through their pants. The four of us touched, caressed, kissed, licked. It was easily the most vanilla sex I’ve had in a long time. Soft music, low lighting, lots of slow caressing. While it’s not my preferred method of lovemaking, the change is nice now and then.
We all retired to the bedroom and I was already quite wet. I mentioned that I do squirt sometimes and they put down an extra folded sheet. It was delightful having four writhing bodies on the bed. I divided my attention between the husband, the wife and MasterDoc. It was a mass of bodies at times. It was hot to hold the wife’s hand while her husband fucked me and MasterDoc went down on her. While I love MasterDoc being a sadistic dominant to me, it’s lovely to see him being an attentive vanilla lover. I think that we might put some people off at swing clubs because we do the D/s thing and it’s quite possible some people think that’s the only way he can relate to women.
MasterDoc got me started off by finger fucking me until I came. I had to struggle to keep quiet as they have cranky neighbors. It is not easy for me to be quiet during orgasm! I think I squirted a tiny bit when I came. I was fucked in various positions. The husband is into slow, gentle lovemaking, which isn’t what gets me off but I can appreciate the wonderful sensations. The husband fucked me as I lay on my side sucking MasterDoc’s cock. MasterDoc was going to fuck the wife a little later but her fingernail jabbed his cock as she went to put the condom on. This is not a good thing.
The husband and wife both repeatedly told me, and MasterDoc, how beautiful and sexy they think I am. MasterDoc said, “Ah, she loves hearing that, but she doesn’t believe it.” I smiled because it’s true. I did feel beautiful and sexy last night though. In a foursome, particularly when the women are bisexual, the women really are the focus. I came more than anyone else last night.
During our fooling around the husband somehow got a little lube and started fingering my asshole. I went with it. A couple of times I wasn’t sure if he was trying to get his cock in my ass when he went to fuck me, but at one point he definitely did. And I let him. I was lubed enough that it felt good so I went for it. I hesitated telling MasterDoc as I wasn’t sure how he’d react. The husband fucked my ass and eventually came. After, as we were starting to wind things up, I leaned in close to MasterDoc and whispered in his ear, “What you don’t realize is that he just fucked me up the ass.”
“You slut!” he said with a smile. He later admitted that he was truly surprised at just how slutty I was in having anal on a first swing date with someone. Eh, I figure if it feels good (and a condom is on the guy’s cock) why not? I think hedonist is the word. Also, the man is part Greek and, well, when in Athens… *wink*
On the laptop was German porn. A pasty, middle aged “doctor” was preparing to give a hot young thang an examination. Apparently they didn’t have much of a budget for costumes – the “doctor” was merely wearing white pants and a white undershirt. I giggled a bit further into the film as the doctor kept saying, “Ja, oh ja, oh ja,” over and over again.
MasterDoc pulled my thighs apart and played with my pussy a bit as the video buffered. It felt good but I wasn’t wet yet. When the video was ready, he had me turn to watch it while he lubed up my asshole. Of course this led me to wonder if he was going to fuck my ass. You can never be sure with him. He applied a good amount of lube and fingered my asshole a bit.
Suddenly, he had me get on hands and knees for fucking. I put myself in position and he used some lube on my pussy. He sloshed his cock around and around the outside of my lubed cunt. He pushed in, and it was a bit dry further inside, a bit uncomfortable. But thanks to our D/s dynamic I kept focusing on how hot it was that he could just take me even with only minimal foreplay, that I was his to use as he saw fit. And soon I was wet and aroused.
Slowly, I slid into a reverie and moaned here and there when he’d thrust deep. Then I’d go quiet until the next time the stimulation was kicked up a notch. I moaned louder suddenly. He moved his cock around inside me, using his hips. I could feel it touch each wall and then he’d slam it into me again. This went on for a while, I just kept moaning out my pleasure and holding myself on the edge of orgasm. I was ready to come any time he told me to, but then, an unfamiliar sound comes out of him while we’re fucking. He grunted a bit, like he does when he comes. Usually a condom is such an impediment to him coming that he doesn’t come when we have sex. Could it be? Did he come? He fucks me a little more, stops and tells me to come. I come as he keeps his cock inside me. He pulls it out as I come to an end.
We lay down, and from his position beside me he says, “Guess what?” And I knew then that the unlikely had happened. I looked down and there was come in the condom. I gleefully kicked my legs as I can’t remember another time he came while we had sex. (He says that it happened early on, before I knew it was something unusual.) This wonderful event was probably brought on by a couple of things – going days without an orgasm was one, another was some medication he’s now on.
He teased me with the full condom, “Now it’s time to get your reward!” He opened up the condom and placed the end on my tongue. I stuck it out willingly when he told me to, but then he decided not to empty the contents onto my tongue.
He went to clean up. I still wanted more orgasms so I was stroking clit when he came in. He teased me about whether he would let me come again that night or not. He bit the back of my arm, stroked my body, and kept asking me if I wanted to come. I said yes! He teased me some more as I stroked my slick clit rapidly. I start to worry that he’s not going to let me come again until the next day, but then he tells me to come, and before I know what’s happening my body curls up slightly as I orgasm. The orgasm is strong enough that I stop moving my hand for a moment as the waves crash over me and come spurts out of my cunt. Then I gathered my wits and started stroking my clit some more and came further.
Oh I was happy. And I marvel at how well he has me trained to come. I find myself orgasming more from the sound of his voice telling me to than from being at an actual orgasmic peak at that moment. It would be interesting to come from even less stimuli – MasterDoc suggested maybe we work on that.
Over the weekend, I saw a bit of DeeDee and MasterDoc while DeeDee was visiting for a week. I arrived when they were just starting a show; MasterDoc had sent me a text telling me to be in sub mode when I walked in. Their guest was a guy writing book with chapter on BDSM, looking to research it for the book. From what I heard he had some erroneous ideas about BDSM. Hopefully he will listen to what he learned from DeeDee and MasterDoc and write something at least somewhat accurate. (I’m not holding my breath.) I hid myself in the bedroom while they did their show, and it was incredibly hot to listen to the spanking from there. The pitch rose until DeeDee was begging to come. Rowr. I got called in, and found DeeDee on the sybian. MasterDoc wanted me to help paddle her while she came. I gleefully obliged. He said I wasn’t hitting her hard enough but her butt was definitely more rosy after I paddled her. She recovered on floor after, and while he tended to her, MasterDoc had me lead the guest out. When their guest mentioned needing a place to sit to put on his shoes, I p0inted out that there’s chairs in the dining room. Dickwad looked at me, said, “Yes I saw that.” So much for trying to be gracious and helpful. I wasn’t just being a sub, I was trying to be a decent hostess. Snide comments are not appreciated. Jerk.
During the visit DeeDee did a lot of the fetching but I got asked to chip in with some cleaning. I was happy to have some help , but when DeeDee would do something like get me a drink, I felt weird being at all waited on. I’m not used to that. My mother used to tell me I’m spoiled, but it dawned on me that night that I got used to caring for myself at a fairly young age. MasterDoc pointed out that I let Davey do stuff for me, but I pointed out that initially he had to convince me he wanted to do that. I would do stuff myself and he’d get frustrated because he likes feeling needed.
The plan for the evening was for me to use a strap on on MasterDoc. Yes. You read that right. It’s rare that he lets a woman peg him, and he only ever lets submissives do it – while another lady blows or plays with him. These criteria need to be met before he will do it. He’s talked for a while now about letting me do it, since we’ve developed an adequate level of trust. (The last time was years ago with his submissive at the time.) It’s funny, because usually he’s totally comfortable with liking anal stimulation as a straight guy. He’s really sex positive and not the least bit homophobic usually. But when a strap on enters the picture, he gets a little funny. He has to have another woman sucking him off at the same time so it’s “not gay.” He admits it’s absurd, but he’s to some extent a product of his generation.
We were setting up in the living room, and chatting, trying to ease into the scene. Somehow in the course of conversation I came out with, “In my time we had to walk down to the store to buy porn! We didn’t have the internet!” as an “In my day we had to walk a mile, uphill, both ways to get to school,” sort of thing. We laughed and talked about coming up with more. I thought for a bit and came up with, “In my time we had to use Crisco because there wasn’t lube at the corner store!” Hopefully I will manage to come up with a few more. (Can you think of any?)
I got down to business working MasterDoc’s ass over – massaging, lubing – while DeeDee sucked his cock. I gradually worked a finger in at his request and after trying to loosen things up gently with my finger I gradually worked a butt plug in. After some play with the plug, MasterDoc decided he was ready and he got on hands and knees as it seemed the best position. I had my harness on with my red glitter, silicone dildo, a slim one I specifically bought a few years back to peg boys with. MasterDoc kept telling me to add more lube, and my hands were so slippery I could barely handle the lube bottle! Getting lube into his ass was tricky. We need to get one of those applicators that let you apply lube inside the anus. Lubed as much as I could get him, I tried to get the dildo in. DeeDee was playing with his cock in the meantime. I’m not sure how much of the dildo got in there, probably very little. MasterDoc had me stop for a minute because it hurt, and by then my knees had given out from kneeling on the floor. We had to stop for the night. So it wasn’t entirely successful, but we gave it a shot. I’m sure we’ll try it again sometime.
As I was quite horny at the tail end of the week, and hadn’t had sex in a few days, MasterDoc offered me a horsey (sybian) ride. I had a hard time getting into mood though. Sometimes I can pop on top of the dildo and get warmed up as we go, but I needed foreplay before sticking anything in me that night. MasterDoc worked on it, sucking my nipple and such. As DeeDee walked by to go to the kitchen, he got her to come in and suck on my other tit, and I played with my bullet vibe on my clit. Turned on enough that I might come if we went further, he put me on the sybian. MasterDoc had DeeDee paddle my ass like I had done to her. She did it too light, unfortunately. I managed to come even though it was hard to get myself in quite the right headspace that night. All in all, everyone got some attention that day. I slept in the spare bedroom since it was DeeDee’s weekend with him, and to be quite honest sometimes I’m thrilled to sleep alone. I sleep so much better without a snoring guy beside me. It can be nice to have someone next to you, but I treasure those nights alone too.
I made a concerted effort to not take too much time from DeeDee while I hung out with them. Not sure how I did, but at one point I was hit with an attention craving, and I reasoned it out rather than asking for attention. Would I fall into a depression or anything serious without the attention? No. Could I “suck it up buttercup” and take care of myself that night? Yes. And so I did since I didn’t want to infringe on DeeDee’s time too much. I think I was more comfortable than I usually am. I think I’ve grown a bit more secure lately. Of course, in a depressed mood that could disappear into the ether, but for now I’m feeling good.
RT @Unchaste_Athene: Addendum: Also stop kissing people, because that is far more likely to give you HSV-1. 14 hrs ago
RT @Unchaste_Athene: Dear potential lovers:Unless you have a recent test saying you are HSV1-free, you have no right to be paranoid about me 14 hrs ago
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