I got to go out last night alone with MasterDoc. While I positively love hanging out with him and DeeDee, it is nice to have time alone with him sometimes. I had been looking forward to going out and I was not at all disappointed.
We went to our usual swing club. Unfortunately MasterDoc started the evening in a bit of a bad mood. I slyly asked what I could do to improve it. He smiled at this and at some point he resolved to shake the mood he was in.
MasterDoc has become even more of a “dog” lately than usual (more on this later). He is craving lots and lots of varied pussy. So I tried catching eye of a woman he expressed interest in, while he was in the bathroom. She seemed like a totally stuck up bitch though and didn’t make eye contact with anyone. A guy I had zero interest in tried flirting with me as I talked and laughed with the guy who works at the club (the one I keep saying reminds me of comedian Bobby Lee). “You have a great laugh,” the guy said to me. Not a bad line at all, I just had no interest. Ladies, if you like being a bitch to men then a swing club on a night with single males is a great place to go. You can snub many, many men in one evening and pick and choose who you swing with. Early on in the night I glimpsed guy who fucked me recently at the club, though I didn’t see any recognition in his eyes as I walked by.
MasterDoc put us in the room with the large bed. We got naked and he joked about taking out his bad mood on me. I tell you, if that doesn’t give a submissive masochist mixed feelings I don’t know what does! Ultimately, he used my Ella dildo on me while I used the nea on my clit. I sucked his cock for a while and worked my hard-learned skills on his cock.
MasterDoc had me get on hands and knees to fuck me. Helpful hint: take the Ella dildo out before changing position. Ouch. MasterDoc fucked me from behind hard, so very hard. He varied speed and cadence as he always does and he just could do no wrong last night. I kept moaning and losing track of my surroundings. I loved how rough he was. As usual, I kept my face turned away from the gathering crowd. I may be an exhibitionistic slut, but I have a hard time looking at the people watching me. The fucking went on for a long time and he kept me on the edge, desperate to come. At one point he pounded my cervix too hard, and I cried out in pain. He paused for just a second, then he told me to come. He told me (for all to hear) to take the pain and turn it into an orgasm. Fuck. I came hard. He called me bitch. His ever so rigid cock kept fucking me as I came. If I started to quiet down a little, he fucked me hard and deep again and soon I was screaming in pleasure again. I came for a long time and squirted all over the bed.
After the orgasm I had a brief rest. (During which I thought about how fucking lucky I am!) Soon, he had me roll over onto my back, telling me to keep my eyes closed. He played with my cunt with his hands, and let some guy play with my tits. Despite accidentally opening my eyes now and then (foolish girl, I had forgotten to pack a blindfold), I never focused on the guy on my tits enough to see who it was. MasterDoc made me come, his fingers probing my g-spot, as I squirted again.
Just when I figured he’d want a break we’d get back to fooling around again. He handed the flashlight to a Hasid (you’d be surprised how often the Hasidim show up at this place – only the men though). The young Hasidic man held the flashlight so it shone on my pussy. He called me beautiful which is always a nice thing to hear. I wondered to myself what it must be like to be a part of such a repressive culture. I wondered what he thought of slutty women as a consequence – turned on by but think poorly of? I used the nea on my clit a bit as the light illuminated my ladybits. MasterDoc spread my labia wide so my anatomy was easy for all to see.
MasterDoc fucked me from behind again (his cock would not quit last night! Rowr!) as I used the nea on my clit. (Love it for that as it’s cordless and lightweight.) It was another hard fucking coupled with hard coming. MasterDoc suggested maybe fucking my ass next. I loved this idea. I squirted again and after the fuck I collapsed exhausted.
He asked me if I wanted to lick his ass to help him come. “Uh, I want to help you come,” I said evasively. I knew darn well what he wanted though – he wanted me to say that I wanted to lick his ass. Not happening. lol I told him he had to be content with my being willing to lick his ass. So glad my collar was not on last night!
So MasterDoc, ever the horndog, has been turning into a super dog thanks to testosterone supplements. He started getting hot flashes a while back – yes a man with hot flashes – but didn’t put his doctor thinking cap on to figure out why he would have such a thing. One of his other ladies searched the web, and suggested he might have a testosterone deficiency. Sure enough he does. (Can you imagine that all his previous activity has been done by a man in his mid-50′s with a testosterone deficiency?!) Supplemental testosterone has done amazing things to his penis as well as his already high libido. I would suggest he blog his horndog exploits but I’m sure he’ll be too busy finding and fucking pussy to do so. Any ladies in the New York City area who want a roll in the hay with the legendary MasterDoc should send me a note. I’d be thrilled to hook you up. (We also have a sybian!!)
As I had mentioned before, MasterDoc had been interested in that stuck up woman at the club. As she and her guy walked by us late in the evening, MasterDoc asked the couple how they liked the show (our earlier fucking). The guy liked it the woman didn’t! I replied loudly, “Well I sure as hell enjoyed it!” Bitch. She doesn’t know what she’s missing.
Before we had left the bedroom, MasterDoc spoke of fucking me up the ass on a couch in plain view (something we have done at this club before), but it was getting late. I went to bed that night a very happy, satisfied camper.
What a busy weekend! What a busy Saturday! Late Saturday afternoon, MasterDoc had a guy over for a show. This guy replied to MasterDoc’s ad for a bdsm lesson since his girlfriend is interested in being sub. He asked intelligent questions and knew more than many people who come by for a lesson. DeeDee led him in in her maid outfit. MasterDoc and I came into living room shortly after and sat and talked with him. After feeling out what the guest knew and was interested in, MasterDoc had me get a pillow and get on my knees. I blew MasterDoc while he continued to talk to the guest. Sometimes I feel shy when being a slut like this. I think – “Wow, so many people would think negatively for me being such a slut. I have a fantastic time doing it however.” I guess the taboo of it is part of the hotness.
I got to listen to MasterDoc giving out all his domly secrets. Ha ha. He mentioned doing things I didn’t realize he did deliberately. I often don’t realize how intentional his behavior is. The guest brought up breathplay and feeling uncomfortable doing it, and MasterDoc took the time to explain the very real risks inherent in breathplay. I think if you’re going to do edge play, you need to know the real risks before you can decide to assume those risks. As a doctor, MasterDoc understands what can go wrong and why it would go wrong. (If you’re putting pressure on the trachea to block breathing, it’s too easy to break the trachea with just a little pressure. If you’re pressing the carotid arteries to deprive the brain of oxygen, you can cause brain damage potentially if done for too long or too often. And in older subs, you can possibly cause a stroke.) After the informative lecture, MasterDoc made me come on the couch with my Nea. Despite feeling a little embarrassed having my legs spread in front of a stranger, I got so hot that my whole body was rocked with the orgasm. If you’re feeling anxious about having an audience the best thing to do is close your eyes and focus on the erotic sensations. Soon you won’t care if anyone’s watching. (By the way, DeeDee recently bought herself a Nea since she loved mine so much. Hers is black and mine is rose, so we will always be able to tell whose is whose.)
MasterDoc fetched DeeDee from her room and spanked her well, all while explaining flogger use. Her ass was delightfully pink in short order. I suddenly felt hungry and asked permission to go get a snack. Permission granted, I wandered off to the kitchen. I’m not entirely sure what went on in those few minutes I was in the kitchen. When I came back, DeeDee was sucking MasterDoc’s cock and he had me come in for a cuddle. I stroked his leg and his chest trying to enhance the blow job. It really is fun and amazing to make him feel so good. He had me switch with DeeDee and I enthusiastically sucked his cock for a while. The more I get into it, the more he seems distracted by how good it feels.
MasterDoc fucked DeeDee and had me accessorize by playing with his ass. He explained how to teasingly fuck and get a woman totally worked up before giving permission to come. MasterDoc really should write a book on being a Dom.
DeeDee lay on the mat and recovered from her orgasms while MasterDoc talked some more with the guest. Needleplay came up somehow, and MasterDoc suggested I get some needles out. There was a moment where it seemed like we couldn’t do it – MasterDoc said he’d get alcohol wipes but he forgot. Then I came up with the brilliant idea that we could use the hand sanitizer I had in my purse. Ingenuity for the win!
He prepped my ass cheek with the hand sanitizer, and then slid a needle firmly into an ass cheek. I cried out – it feels like he’s inserting the needles deeper now than he had before – more into the muscle and not as much on the surface. It’s one of those things where in mid-pierce I think, “Why the hell do I want this? This fucking hurts!” But a moment later the pain has subsided and I’m flying high on endorphins. He did another needle alongside the first.
We were all pretty worn out by that time, and MasterDoc showed our guest the door. I think he went away with a lot of useful information.
While we rested after, I started talking with DeeDee and somehow vivid memories of the role playing I did with my first boyfriend came to mind. We would play all sorts of parts – one of us the chauffeur driving my car, while the other was the wealthy boss who seduces the chauffeur. We’d pretend to be strangers picking each other up at a bar for casual sex (something neither of us had done). We pretended one person was totally naive about sex and the other initiated them into it. Getting into the headspace of being another person can be so hot. I’m craving some role play these days.
Now that I’ve started understanding age play a little, I would love to play the part of young girl being taken care of by the responsible older adult. (I indulged this fantasy in my head as I played a game on my phone while lying on the mat in the living room when MasterDoc and DeeDee went off to prepare dinner. I let myself feel the comfort of being a kid playing in the living room while dinner is made for me by two kind adults.) I would also love to play the part of a kidnapped woman. (I don’t need a realistic set up of being abducted on the street – just role playing is adequate for me. I have a vivid imagination.) Or a whore. Or someone being forcefully taken – I really like that one, a scene of consensual non-consent. The possibilities are endless. I hope MasterDoc is up for this at some point.
Later in the evening, MasterDoc spoke with our friend V online while I played more games on my phone. Before I knew it, he was having her come over to double-penetrate me. I thought at first that he meant “someday” but he meant she was getting in her car and on her way!
I took a bit of a nap because I was tired and about an hour later I woke and V was here. She had brought her medium and large silicone cocks and I chose the smaller one since she was taking the ass. (MasterDoc’s cock was going in the pussy.)
Now, I had never been successfully dp’ed before. We all warmed ourselves up with toys and what not – MasterDoc stood at the end of the bed watching us saying, “Pretend I’m a perv.”
“Pretend!” I exclaimed.
My knees were worn out, so MasterDoc had me lay on my stomach as V warmed up my ass. She lubed me up well and worked her girl cock into me. After I was stretched out adequately, MasterDoc had me get on top of his cock. V tried to penetrate me from behind after his cock was in, but getting the angle while she was strapped on proved to be impossible (for more than a second anyway). I got enough of a taste to know that feeling so filled up was a major turn on.
V unstrapped her cock, and she and MasterDoc dp’ed me that way. Holy fuck. He told me I could come as soon as she got the dildo in my ass and come I did. Harder than I would have even thought possible. I kept coming and coming and coming until they stopped the stimulation. I could not help myself from coming. I had sometimes worried that being dp’ed would be too “stuffed” but the feeling of being filled like that was fucking amazing. Hopefully someday I can manage a dp with two bio cocks.
My knees were fatigued beyond belief so MasterDoc came up with the idea to fuck me on top, while V fucked his ass with a dildo. Wow. I thought this was so hot. I just kept imagining the dildo up his ass and how good that feels and the fact that his cock was also inside me. I love that MasterDoc is not a homophobe and can, as a straight man, enjoy anal penetration.
We made sure that V had the chance to come before heading home – I ran the magic wand on her. After, I went off to get water and when I walked back in the bedroom, MasterDoc was fucking V. I took the opportunity to help out and started playing with his ass. As I worked a finger in his ass (already lubed from before), I realized that my finger was facing the wrong way – towards his back. I rotated it around and started massaging his prostate. This went over very, very well with MasterDoc. I knelt on the floor (he was standing at the end of the bed fucking V) and played with his ass while he fucked her. It’s not easy to do, but I could manage it for a while.
All in all, yesterday was a really active, hot day. I am so fortunate to have so much fun with MasterDoc, DeeDee and V.
Of the many perks of being a public servant, compensatory days really rock. It means I can get a day off during the week while MasterDoc is off (his schedule is rather different than mine, and we both have unusual schedules due to our lines of work). I earn these days, but it’s definitely a perk. Why am I mentioning this? Since I was off today MasterDoc and I got to go out to the swing club again last night. DeeDee stayed home since she needed to get up in the morning for something.
There were many men and few women when we got there. I found out from the Asian guy who works there that last night was designated “cougar night.” We debated the definition of cougar while MasterDoc was in the bathroom, but I really can’t consider myself a “cougar.” While I’m probably old enough, I don’t go for young guys. Plus, the men around during this discussion were a) shocked to hear I’m in my late 30′s, they thought I was younger and b) none of them were young guys so they were quite happy to hear I’m not into young guys! A fairly cute guy sat on the other end of the sofa from me, and MasterDoc joined in the conversation when he came back. Apparently a guy like him is called a “panther.” We joked about how MasterDoc stays young by fucking younger women.
MasterDoc soon had me get on my knees in the main area and give him a blow job. He was in a rather dominant mood last night. He was very verbal, calling me a slut and telling me to suck it. I’m sure there was no doubt in any of the other men’s minds who was in charge in our coupling. He had me stop after a while and give him a kiss. He said to me, “So you want to fuck that guy.” I blushed, because I hadn’t said this but my body language must have given it away when I was talking to the guy. MasterDoc can read me so well!
He kept me on my knees and gave me a paddling. I hate the wooden paddle! Too bad I’ve lost my leather “slut” impression paddle. The wooden paddle stings like the dickens, and unlike the sting of a cane it’s spread over a larger area. He really gave me a paddling. I was very much his submissive slut last night. I felt a little embarrassed having him mention, in public, the fact that he had pissed on me the night before. I’m sure he was asserting who owns me in that situation.
While MasterDoc stepped out to answer a phone call, the guy I was interested in asked me how “things work here.” I told him that asking permission before touching is the way to go. I further explained that in my dynamic, however, you don’t ask me for permission, you ask MasterDoc. I think this probably intimidated the guy.
MasterDoc returned and soon we set up camp in a back bedroom. I curled up on the bed in my tight dress and sucked his cock. Once he was hard, he fucked me from behind. While teasing me mercilessly during that fuck, he lubed up my ass and slid my Njoy butt plug in. Then he slid his cock back in and talked about how tight I was with the plug in my ass. He made sure to describe in detail what was going on for the benefit of the men around us. I kept my head down and didn’t look to see who was there, but I really enjoyed feeling like his dirty whore. He played with the butt plug and continued to fuck me at varying speeds and depths. He fucked me until I was totally desperate to come, and then let me come. I squirted on the bed. Hopefully those around me could see this. He fucked my ass with the butt plug to continue the orgasm.
We cuddled a bit, and I enjoyed curling up near his cock, between his bent legs. He had me suck him hard again, with the condom still on. He had me get on top for a ride this time, and he made me really work for it. I wasn’t sure if my poor legs could hold out rocking myself back and forth on his cock. Again he teased me like crazy. The guy who I might have fucked watched but was too shy to ask to join in. MasterDoc let me come again as I rode him. I think I squirted all three times I came last night.
My knees were having a hard time with the bed we were on but after a rest I pointed out that I could certainly go for another round. MasterDoc fucked me again with me on hands and knees. There was another puddle on the bed by the time he was done. I was pretty wiped out after this!
We wandered around a bit and another couple came in. The woman was very slim and wearing a short, short dress she pulled up over her ass once she entered the club. MasterDoc and I followed the couple into the back bdsm room. We sat on the bed and watched as he tied her to spanking bench. She wasn’t straddling it in the traditional way but was laying balanced on the top part on her back. Her man teased her body and she pulled a blindfold over her eyes. The guy who works there has met this couple before and he joined in touching her. MasterDoc asked permission and soon he was stroking her lean body as well. I watched the scene, wanting to masturbate but not wanting to encourage the guy sitting on the bed near me (I would have been willing to fuck him, but MasterDoc was too busy to give permission). Soon lots of guys are playing with her body; she had no idea whose hands were where. She stroked cocks around her. Just as I’m getting up to get a closer look at what MasterDoc and her man are doing to her pussy, MasterDoc waves me over to join in. I caressed her body, played with her tits, and MasterDoc had me take over the glass dildo in her pussy. I tried fucking her with it faster at one point, but she indicated she wanted it slow so of course I slowed down. I could feel the wetness from her cunt rub off on my hand when I’d get the dildo in deep. Her guy massaged her clit during all this. She was clearly enjoying the attention from the group that formed around her. I had guys try or ask to touch me while I was there, I indicated no. A little while in to things, a chubby African-American woman starts stroking my legs. I felt fine with this personally so I just checked in with MasterDoc to make sure that a woman touching me was fine by him. (It was.) She went for my pussy and she knew what she was doing. Soon my eyes were closing and my body twitching a bit. I leaned on MasterDoc for support. A guy started fucking this woman from behind while she continued to grope me from behind – while we were all standing. I reached back to stroke the thighs and ample breasts of the woman behind me. And the woman on the spanking bench (it later turned out her name is Rebecca and her husband’s name is Raphael) had quite an orgasm.
Such a scene of utter debauchery, no? I love that I manage to get myself into these situations. Yes, we know I’m a slut.
MasterDoc told me at one point that I could come if I was able, but just around then the lady stopped playing with me. It was fun while it lasted though.
We chatted with Raphael and Rebecca at the bar for a bit. MasterDoc told them about this blog so they will be reading this at one point or another. (We got their preferred blog pseudonyms at that time. What, you didn’t think those were their real names did you? So far only one person, a friend of MasterDoc’s, has appeared on this blog under their real first name.) MasterDoc offered a sybian ride as Rebecca had never had one, and I talked up how amazing it is. MasterDoc exchanged phone numbers with Raphael and when we left they had an open invitation to come to MasterDoc’s for a “horsey ride” for Rebecca.
What an evening! I had a great time and got well fucked.
I spent part of last weekend on my own as MasterDoc and Davey both had plans with other girlfriends. I used this to my advantage on Saturday, getting done many things I had been putting off. I finally went for a hair cut, got my car’s oil changed, went shopping. But unfortunately once I was finished with errands for the day I started getting lonely.
I was happy to be invited over to MasterDoc’s on Sunday morning. But when I saw toys strewn about on the bedroom floor it upset me. Some of the items are mine, and it seems really disrespectful to leave them tossed about. I also got upset because it looked like it was bondage gear that had been used (although its use was only assumed on my part) and I have been asking for bondage play often but not getting it. I explained to MasterDoc why this bothered me, and he’s very different than me in emotional matters – so it’s hard for him to fully grasp how hurt I felt. He has promised that next time he will put things away (after all, I wouldn’t have given the idea of what he did in bed with the other girlfriend a second thought without my toys being on the floor). Yes, we’re poly and he obviously has sex with others (as do I sometimes) but it felt like it was shoved in my face, even though that definitely wasn’t MasterDoc’s intention. (He’s just messy and didn’t get stuff put away.) It really bugs me to come over and find my toys laying about. I feel resentful at the idea of cleaning up after someone else’s fun – particularly when I just spent the better part of two days totally alone, horny and having only masturbation to turn to.
So this put off our sex for a bit because I needed soothing. We cuddled, I explained my feelings to him and I took a nap. He cleaned up the toys on the bedroom floor later on (what a mensch! You can be a Dom and a nice guy at the same time), and he took the time to get me off – mentioned how he should be rough with me more often and acted correspondingly. He slapped my pussy, twisted my nipples, at one point when I was really turned on and breathing heavy he grabbed my throat. It was fucking hot. He made me come and come and come. The number of orgasms he gives me is just amazing. He knows that beatings and orgasms always improve my mood immensely. The next bit improved my mood as well.
After I had recovered from my orgasm, I started touching him. I started stroking his arm and soon I was licking it, making love to just his forearm. But if you know how to do these things right, this can be utterly erotic in and of itself. I’ve learned his technique – I pay close attention to his reactions and remember what makes him quiver. And perhaps the best advice – I truly enjoy touching him. I think if you’re getting off on the tactile stimulation of your partner, they will be too. He and I can now touch each other in non-erogenous zones and get each other worked up. It is an amazing feeling to be able to make him feel like that. He had me suck his cock and I really got into it since I was so horny. I remembered that he wants lots of slobber, so I did my best to wet it down thoroughly. I got it in deep and loved when he put his hands in my hair, eagerly hoping he would choke me on his cock.
He wanted me to show him what I had learned from the dvds I watched this weekend. He lay on his back and I massaged his ass. I lubed him up well and gently but firmly massaged his sphincter muscles. I worked a finger in and was sure to turn my hand palm up so I could use my finger to stroke along the top wall of his rectum – seeking out the prostate gland. I had learned enough from watching the video that his cock dripped pre-come like crazy (not something that usually happens) and he derived great pleasure from it. It is amazing to be able to make your partner feel that good. I continued this for a while until he asked me to slowly remove my finger (and I definitely recommend doing this slowly, gradually rather than yanking your finger out). Knowing that prostate massage is good for men’s health, I plan to do this for him more often. And, well, it’s just totally hot. I recommend learning this if you’re partnered with a man.
We wandered out of the bedroom and did more stuff. I started getting a bit gloomy, feeling like maybe he didn’t understand my upset earlier or (new insecurity that cropped up) that he didn’t see how he doesn’t talk to me when he’s with someone else, but he does talk (on phone, on internet) with others very often when he’s with me. Granted, much of the time I don’t mind if he talks to others. I don’t need to be attended to every second of the day. But I think I was more upset that when I’m alone and miss him, I don’t get to speak to him much.
He took me into the bedroom, and made clear to me that the caning he was setting up was NOT punishment. He said he heard me, and saw that there was truth in it. But he knows that a good caning and orgasm can fix my down moods. He gave me the magic wand to use as I wished and he gave me a good, leisurely caning. I was soon too busy being aroused and humping the magic wand to give a shit about anything that might have upset me before. He stroked my pussy on the outside, exploring my reactions and he fingered me a bit as I came. I found yesterday that I would get aroused so fast that not coming was really difficult to do. When he would let me come I’d travel off into the orgasm, losing sight of all around me (literally and figuratively). I ended up laying flat on the bed, magic wand buzzing away by my clit as I held it against it and I continued to come as he caned me.
I really appreciate how he listened to me. And how he did the things he knows cheer me up – orgasms and a beating. I’m still longing for bondage play, but I realize that I am very, very lucky even if I don’t get what I want all the time. (Who does?) It’s wonderful that I can bring up little things that bother me and impress upon him at the same time that this doesn’t mean I’m unhappy with him – I’m just trying to deal with things that bother me so we can go back to being deliriously happy rather than worrying about the nagging things.
I received an email a while back asking if I wanted to review [Sex: How to Do Everything] with Em and Lo (Emma Taylor and Lorelei Sharkey). I’ve been familiar with their names since reading their sex column in New York magazine years back. I figured sure, why not review it?
There are ten, roughly 45-minute-long episodes that were filmed for British tv (although their “man on the street” interviews take place in London and New York). It took me ages to sit down and watch them all, but I had some time this weekend to plow through the last 5 episodes. I started the series wondering if it really covered “how to do everything” and you know, it pretty much does. I have only a couple of complaints – first, it’s very heterocentric. While some of the average people they interview are gay or bi, the rest of the show doesn’t acknowledge same sex relationships and experiences. However, lots of the information is general enough that queer couples can learn many things from the series as well if they can overlook all the male/female couplings.
The second thing that bothered me is that in the episode on sex toys they mention phthalates, and that they’re bad for you, but not in what types of materials they’re found. Their “roving reporters” Dougie and Georgie (a M/F couple) go on to review a variety of toys including jelly ones with no mention of their phthalate content.
But those two caveats aside, I think this is a fabulous series. It’s fairly explicit (in the spirit of being educational rather than titillating) and very educational. It’s clearly intended for adults only, but I think this sort of sex-positive series should be featured in high school sex ed classes. Seriously, if more teens saw this then more people would go on to have healthy, safe, and pleasurable sex lives. The tone is always positive, they put in valuable safety warnings – from safer sex to safe BDSM play – and cover a huge territory. They cover furries! They cover BDSM! They cover auto-fellatio! They feature an interracial couple as their main “demo models.” And Dougie and Georgie are attractive yet average – and Georgie’s enthusiasm for sex is wonderful to see. Dougie is a lucky man.
There’s fun features like “dog toy or sex toy” where people are asked to identify a variety of toys, which can get pretty funny. The tone is informative but not boring at all. It approaches sex with a healthy, positive attitude.
The episodes are:
1 – Oral (including a sculptor who casts vulvas as art, Midori giving a very seductive blow job lesson,
a clinical psychologist talking positively about vulvas)
2 – Manual (including hand jobs, masturbation, great anatomy info section on manual stimulation on women, Carol Queen’s masturbate-a-thon)
3 – Orgasm (including g-spot and female ejaculation)
4- Toys
5 – Intercourse
6- Kink (interview with a Domme, Violet Wands, furries)
7 – Anal (including prostate massage. MasterDoc is glad I watched this section! They warn about desensitizing gels, safer sex precautions (like dental dam for rimming) and to use lots and lots of lube)
8 – Fantasy (dress up, role play, striptease, covers UK law on sex in public, porn, abduction fantasy acted out, dogging (acts done in public for others)
9 – Seduction (tantra, striptease/burlesque)
10 – Best of – a compilation of highlights from the series
Unfortunately, the first dvd in my set was a little messed up so a few scenes were unwatchable. But I cannot recommend this series enough – particularly for people who are inexperienced sexually. But even for jaded old sex bloggers like me there were many useful things to learn from the shows.
Saturday was pretty quiet as we were recovering from being out late the night before. MasterDoc wasn’t feeling particularly horny, and I wasn’t feeling horny enough to try to convince him otherwise. Yes folks, we do have days/evening where we just hang out.
But Sunday afternoon we decided to “get freaky” as he often calls it. I picked out some porn, but unfortunately it turned out to be more to MasterDoc’s liking than mine. I say unfortunately because there was some serious ass licking going on (woman licking a man) and MasterDoc pointed out that he wanted me to go at his ass with the vigor of the woman in the porn. There was ass tonguing, spitting into the open asshole, pulling his asshole open and fingering it (while she fucked him even!). I felt a little skeptical since the speed and intensity of the acts seemed too hard and too fast from what I know about MasterDoc.
He decided to have me service him anally, and I cringed because the idea of ass licking was just extra dirty to me somehow yesterday. Ick. I really do hate it. I have to be deeply in sub mode to go at it with any modicum of enthusiasm.
He got on hands and knees on the bed, and I massaged and warmed up his ass. I used plenty of lube – which turned out to be a good move albeit unintentional – once the lube was on he decided reluctantly that he wouldn’t make me lick his lubey ass. Phew. I worked my fingers in, and I enjoyed making him feel good. I was right to be skeptical since the reality of the act went very, very slowly and gently. There wasn’t any rapid fingering of his ass. There wasn’t any pulling his asshole open. I think he liked the idea in theory more than in practice. If I tried being more vigorous he’d tell me to slow down, or not thrust my finger in and out.
(But I was only doing it how you said you wanted it, Sir.)
I firmly massaged the tight muscles of his anus. He stroked his cock at the same time, and I came to the realization that he was going to come on the pillow under him – my pillow. I didn’t interrupt. I did, however, worry that if he came right at the beginning then I wouldn’t get any orgasms or sex later.
He shot his load onto the pillow, and I removed the case and blotted the pillow dry. I was pleased to have made him feel so good, but I was tensely wondering what would happen next. I tried to reassure myself that he would never leave me high and dry. But still, I wondered. When I got back to the bedroom he had left to get a snack in the kitchen. I lay on the bed, stroking my clit, while watching the porn that was on (a different one than before). As moments ticked by I wondered – am I allowed to come? Are we done having sex? Would this count as masturbation? He reappeared before I resolved that issue – and that was lucky for me since we were not done and no it didn’t count as masturbation – so thankfully I hadn’t opted to make myself come.
He enjoyed his snack laying on the bed next to me. I told him what I had been thinking and I think he was a bit miffed that I would think he’d leave me hanging. It’s really more a situation of me having terrible anxiety and issues over being left out than my thinking he will leave me unsatisfied. But with the whole Dom/sub thing, there’s always the caveat that as the Dom he can decide what we do or don’t do – so in theory he could wield that power. Some Doms do. Some Doms deny orgasms long term. I am thoroughly delighted that we only do short term orgasm denial – as in, eventually during any one scene I will be allowed to come, I just can’t come right away. This is not a bad thing at all since waiting a bit usually makes the eventual orgasm more intense.
Back to my story… After he finished his snack he played with my breasts while I rubbed my clit. He contributed touches to various sensitive places to enhance the masturbation I was doing. And eventually, he told me to come which I did right on cue. I had a wonderful, long series of orgasms, but I have to say that there’s something about orgasming at someone else’s hand (or penis) that beats doing it yourself. I think it’s because you don’t have to continue being the stimulator and stimulatee at the same time.
I was happy. We had both come and while I had been hoping for more BDSM oriented sex, MasterDoc was feeling more vanilla. We continued watching the porn a bit and damn I was still horny. Despite coming a short while earlier, his cock grew hard again. Huzzah! He fucked me from behind and I was able to come again (and again).
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.
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