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Weekend Update

Published on November 8, 2010 in bdsm, bisexuality, D/s, dating, horny, lesbian, non-monogamy, orgasm on command, porn, sex, shio, squirting and Uncategorized. 2 Comments

I guess feeling burnt out can come with anything, even something that you love to do. I’m feeling like I need a break from blogging, but I’m not sure if that is what’s needed or how long I would take. I do have reviews to get done and to be honest I’d miss having an account of the things I get up to. I don’t know if I’m going to take a break, or perhaps post less often. For now the posts may be condensed and less detailed. We shall see.

This weekend I got to see Blondie. We met up in Harlem and had dinner at the world famous Sylvia’s restaurant. The food was delicious. I had fried chicken, collard greens (best ones I’ve ever had), and garlic mashed potatotes. Hardly diet food but sometimes a girl has to splurge. We were at a loss as to what to do next since it was cold and getting dark (and neither of us know what there’s to do in the neighborhood). As we were saying goodbye at the subway station, the idea for her to accompany me back to my place came up. Hooray! We took the subway and bus to my place and she told me it was fine if I wanted to watch an episode of the tv show I have out on DVD at the moment. She offered a neck rub and being a glutton for touch I took that offer. We cuddled a bit and after the show she took initiative (I’m starting to feel bad that she’s always the one to start things. Why am I such a tool?) to straddle me on the sofa and make out. Rowr. She wanted to make me come and I got the Hitachi out, but also spotted my Soraya when I got up to get the lube. She used that toy on me and made me come – I squirted which thrilled her but it wasn’t apparent how much until I moved later and we saw the huge wet spot on the throe.

She asked if I’d use the Hitachi on her and I gladly obliged. I made her scream, I made her feel good – but still I haven’t made her come. I’m trying to not get down about this since it’s not always easy for women to come, particularly with new partners. But I like making people come so it’s something I hope I get to rectify sooner rather than later. I will just have to be patient.

The following night I had time alone with MasterDoc, which was wonderful after not seeing him for nearly a week. We got naked and fooled around of course! After a warm up of cane taps on my inner thighs and cunt, he made me come just through a mental connection as usual, but thankfully then prolonged the orgasm through fingering the hell out of me. I was so horny that I was practically crawling all over him whenever I got the chance. I toyed with his “spot” on his chest and he became quite horny from that. I kept desperately wanting him to fuck me. I kept debating – would asking him to fuck me be totally hot or would he feel pressured in some way? I was relieved when he decided of his own accord to fuck me. He enjoyed some porn from theupperfloor.com of forced exercise and a slave scrubbing the floor. Yikes. The forced exercise was so painful for me to watch that I hid behind his back on the bed and cuddled up next to him. I ignored the porn while he later fucked me. But he made me come over and over – at least three prolonged times. He was exhausting me as he does lately and I love being pushed to the point where I don’t think I can keep coming because my body is giving out, but then he makes me come for a while longer anyway! He can make me aroused or come at will. He really is that good. I don’t think anyone has ever made me feel as aroused – or alive – as he has.

When It Rains, It Pours

Published on October 31, 2010 in attraction, bdsm, bisexuality, blow jobs, caning, cunt, D/s, dating, exhibitionism, flogging, humiliation play, kink, lesbian, masochism, orgasm denial, orgasm on command, sadism, sex, sex parties, sex toys, shio, spanking, squirting, submissive, sybian and Uncategorized. 1 Comment

I have to catch up here. I had some fun this week and haven’t posted about it yet!

Tuesday night I had alone with MasterDoc. It was the first time I’d had cock in a while and I was so ready for it. My muscles were tired (legs and arms in particular) from getting back to exercising, so I had to fight muscle fatigue while being fucked. I lay over the Liberator Axis, putting as much of my weight on it as possible. He fucked me hard enough to make me squirt and fucked me til I was exhausted. I collapsed over the axis, so very tired but also so very satisfied.

Luckily I was less tired when MasterDoc and I went to a kink party later in the week. It was one of those fabulous parties held by Sofija‘s former (?) Dom. The “Dom Arms Race” as MasterDoc calls it continues, with MasterDoc providing the sybian, the guy with the fucking machine providing that and another guy providing a spanking machine. Of course MasterDoc decided I would be a guinea pig for it. I stood where the guy told me to and the plexiglass paddle swung out via hydraulics when MasterDoc pushed the button. I have to be honest, it was pretty lame. It barely hurt. MasterDoc tried it a few times, but the consensus was that an actual spanking was far superior.

We had set up the sybian in the back of the party on a mat the host provided for us. MasterDoc did his best to charm the ladies into taking rides, but as usual there’s a lot of hesitancy until someone has demonstrated.

MasterDoc had me lean over a chair with my dress hiked up (it could only go as far as my leather waist cincher). He gave my ass a good going over with hands, crop, cane and flogger. I was delighted that the spanking went on for quite a while – he’s been pushing my limits lately. He’d also play with my cunt every now and then but didn’t bring me to orgasm. I was horny to begin with, and super horny after. My ass was quite sore after the crop, cane, flogger and his hands. He had me suck his cock and he fucked my mouth with it. I could tell he was enjoying having an audience as he so often does. I got into it too and rubbed his cock over my face, peering up at him as he stood over me. I do like me a rough, messy blow job these days.

We wandered the party a bit, and I whispered in his ear how horny I was. He pulled me close for a kiss and I swooned. Since I was so horny, he decided I’d be first to ride the sybian (as I often am). I came in the way that only horsepower can cause. I screamed, repeatedly. It felt amazing! He seemed to try to bury my head in his shoulder a bit to muffle my delighted screams. I could feel the squirt coming out of my cunt a few times and the liquid would roll past my thighs down the curved sides of the sybian. When we finished and I climbed off, I was surprised to not see much come on the mat. A bit later, however, we moved the sybian and there was a huge circle of girl come underneath. (!)

I lay on the mat resting and MasterDoc brought me some soda. “Guess who’s here?” he asked. I shook my head like I had no idea and then he told me Blondie was there. “Oh cool!” With a date. “Oh probably one of the subs she proDommes.” Her date is a woman. “Oh.” I had a momentary twinge of jealousy but then I moved on. It’s not like I don’t know she dates others (as do I!). It was lovely to see her unexpectedly. Her friend was very cool. What could have been awkward worked itself out and was quite pleasant. I watched Blondie tie up a guy, crop him, etc. As she did so she would bend over in the very short dress she was wearing. MasterDoc and I stared at her ass. MasterDoc hit it off with her friend, but of course it turned out she’s a lesbian.

As I waited outside the ladies’ room to wash off the sybian attachment, I ran into Sofija. I wondered if that could get awkward – the woman I’m actively dating and one I’ve had a long flirtation with in the same place. Sofija sexily took hold of the ring on my collar and apologized for being too busy to get together with me. She asked if I forgave her for it. I got a goofy grin on my face and my brain turned to mush. Of course I told her I wasn’t mad at her. She looked smokin’ hot. She’s tall, very curvy, her large boobs always out and available during these parties. She has curvy hips, curvy butt. Curves in all the right places. I took the liberty of playing with her tits a tiny bit. She leaned in and kissed me before moving on to her next flirtation.

After a bit, Sofija showed up by the sybian and had me hold her drink so she could get a ride. MasterDoc had me play with her during the ride and I caressed her thighs, her bountiful tits, her ass. Rowr. Just as she was worn out her (former? the current relationship isn’t clear) Dom made her get on again and come some more.

Blondie’s friend got a horsey ride and Blondie helped. She put a blindfold on her and, secured her arms behind her back. MasterDoc says it’s interesting giving sybian rides to lesbians, as they are very hesitant to lean forward onto him for support. I enjoyed watching the ride although her friend was conspicuously quiet. I don’t know that she came, but she did call the experience awesome.

Blondie and her friend didn’t play together, I’m not sure if that had anything to do with me being there or if they just came to the party as companions. Blondie stated early on that she wanted to beat some male ass pretty hard that night. She got the chance a couple of times. I could see her through the windowed room feeding baby food to the adult baby who comes to these parties. Later, I saw her giving him a firm “bare-hand” (with glove) spanking.

MasterDoc wanted me to try the fucking machine again. It didn’t work properly last time. I was strapped into massage chair set up like a gynecologist’s chair. MasterDoc applied lube and the large dildo was inserted. Mostly the machine hurt. It poked my cervix. I hated it. Of course, not being turned on worked against me. Perhaps if I had been ravenously horny I would have felt differently? I later described the experience as being “less fun than a gynecologist visit.”

As MasterDoc gave another sybian ride or two, I got to chat with Blondie a bit. She asked if I minded her reading this blog and I pointed out that I’m quite used to people reading the blog. Since it’s public and she knows about it, I’d expect that she might read it. I try to be kind to people on here (and have nothing bad to say about her anyway). I have no reason to be a bully. The only person I truly talk badly about here is the asshole who sexually assaulted me.

It was getting late, and I was growing tired. When I said goodbye to Sofija she said she really needs to get together with me as I’m so sexy. Rowr! We shared a lovely kiss goodbye.

MasterDoc and I gave Blondie a ride to the subway. She gave MasterDoc a hug from the backseat as she said goodbye, and gave me a kiss on the lips.

The following day, there was proof of “when it rains, it pours.” Stacina, who I had flirted with months ago and kept getting thwarted in fooling around with her when she came over to MasterDoc’s, joined us for lunch as she’s no longer engaged. I got a nice kiss on the lips hello, but otherwise the afternoon was quite chaste. She had back and pain issues so she wasn’t feeling up to MasterDoc’s seduction. Pity. But it was nice to hang out with her again. Suddenly the women I’ve been interested in have reappeared!

I Love Pussy

Published on October 25, 2010 in bisexuality, cunt, dating, lesbian, non-monogamy, poly, sex, squirting and Uncategorized. 1 Comment

I had Blondie over Sunday night and since she has studied massage therapy and I was totally sore from pulling something during yoga over the weekend, I asked her for a massage. This wasn’t merely a ruse to get her to touch me. I think by now physical contact is a given between us. But I do I like her touching me.

She worried that her hands tend to be too hard for some people. I have to say her massaging was less intense than MasterDoc’s. (Considering his meaty hands, this is no surprise.) She knew what to do so well. She worked out the kinks in my neck and shoulder using some strawberry Body Butter. I had coyly taken off my shirt but only undone my bra so she could get at my back. I smelled wonderfully of strawberry, a scent we both loved. Next she massaged my arms and hands as I sat topless on the sofa. She’d throw in an occasional nipple graze which brought grins to both our faces.

She leaned in and we started making out. This lady is a good kisser and I enjoyed the languorous kisses, her tongue sweeping against mine over and over. She sat up and tugged a little at the yoga pants I wore. I slid them off without any more encouragement. “It’s just so hard to get me naked,” I joked. She laughed at this.

She sat herself between my legs and pressed her pelvis against my pubic mound as we kissed some more. My hips would buck upwards eagerly seeking more pressure. She sucked on my nipples, toying with them with her tongue. I had the thought, “Why isn’t everyone bisexual? Men are sexy. Women are sexy. It’s all good!” (I do understand that orientation is not chosen, but inborn.)

Before things moved on I put down the throe so I don’t ruin my new sofa. I offered gloves to her as she is really into safer sex. But this time she went without them. When explained that the throe was in case I squirted she said, “That’s kinda hot actually.” She was keen to make me squirt, but alas I didn’t. (It’s so sporadic.) But she did make me come, and come and come. I’m truly lucky that it’s fairly easy to make me come. At one point she said she wanted to make me come – I had already come a few times by then! She grinned widely at this. She’s happy that I like penetration. (She does too. Some women don’t.) Her fingers played with my cunt for the longest time. She was going to keep going until I was too tired. This went on for a while because I certainly have sexual stamina. I came many times as her hands probed my g-spot. I was really hoping to squirt since she was eager to cause it, but perhaps my massive squirting that afternoon left me without any more female come for the day.

There was a little intermission of sorts where we ended up talking for a bit. Then I reached for her legs. (I had gotten her to take off pants and sweater moments before.) I started playing with her, kissing her leg, massaging her thighs. I reached under her cute panties to massage her clit.

I got her to take her panties off so I could get a better view of things. This was actually the first time I’d seen her pussy. I lubed up my fingers and played with her clit. I slid one finger into her, then two. While I’ve played with a woman’s pussy before (many times) perhaps because I genuinely like this woman and feel a connection I marveled at how amazing it was. Female genitalia rocks. I’m so glad I eventually moved past the terrible cultural propaganda we’re all faced with. (Douche commercials, asking if you feel “not so fresh” as if your pussy has gone stale.) It’s a cultural meme that vaginas smell bad and are dirty in some way. I wish to strongly disagree. She mentioned feeling self-conscious since she had showered first thing in the morning and then ran around all day. I reassured her. After all, her cunt was soft and delicate while also wanting to be manipulated hard. For years I associated the smell of pussy with negativity – last night that was thoroughly erased. She couldn’t have smelled better. I fingered her for a long time, asking for her feedback. I could feel her cunt get wetter as her moans became more frequent. It felt good to finger fuck her and play with her clit. She asked me to put in a third finger and I did – using my thumb and pinky to press her outer labia against her clit as my middle three fingers sank in and curled up to stroke her g-spot (or at least try to!). It seemed she came close to coming one time (I loved the moans!), but an orgasm was not to be. I didn’t take it personally. I do hope I was doing a good job, but I’m willing to practice til I get it right. I know enough about sex to know that sometimes it’s hard for a woman to come, particularly with someone new.

I had work the next day and she headed out to catch the bus back to the subway. We kissed goodbye a few times. Hopefully I’ll see her again soon.

National Coming Out Day

Published on October 11, 2010 in attraction, bisexuality, dating, emotions, lesbian, musings, sex, sexuality and Uncategorized. 2 Comments

Today is National Coming Out Day in the U.S.

I’m not in a place where I feel comfortable putting my face and name here. I long to, but I understand the reality of needing a steady job. Instead, today I want to talk about accepting myself as bisexual (or pansexual) – fully, not in name only.

Last night I spent the evening with Blondie. She came over my place to watch movies (although I think we all know that such a plan is mostly an excuse to get together with someone). We only vaguely started La Dolce Vita and then later Coco Before Chanel. Both times we ended up talking or she initiated some cuddling and kissing. I still have such trouble initiating, which takes things to an absurd extreme considering a few weeks ago she fingered me to orgasm at a play party. If she wasn’t one to take the initiative, we would have just sat side by side on my sofa for hours.

I’ve written here before about the idea that I probably have some internal homophobia that goes on. I find that I was socialized for so many years to be just friends with women, that I have trouble acting like (and thinking that) I’m dating a woman. I’ve known for a very long time that I like women in pretty much the same way I like men – sexually and romantically. I first embraced the bisexual identity about 10 years ago when I stopped thinking, “Oh I like fantasizing about women, but I don’t think I want to actually do anything.” and had an epiphany that I really do like women. And yes, I want to date them, kiss them, make love to them, fuck them silly – just like I like doing with men. (In more recent years I’ve started opening myself up more to different gender representations, such as the crush I had on a wonderfully androgynous woman I sorta kinda dated briefly. And I’ve discovered that I like transmen. I have yet to become intimate with a transman, but the desire is there.)

It was lovely last night – she positioned herself so her legs were over my lap, and we would both caress whatever body parts were in reach now and then while we watched one of the movies. She asked if it was okay if she sat like that, and thankfully I can at least say, “Yes, I like this,” and articulate that her advances were not unwanted in the least. There have been women I’ve been “involved” with over the past 10 years who were just sexual playmates, but I find with Blondie that the experience is much fuller. I’m hot for her, for sure, and think it’s sexy and bold that she’s done a lot of porn in the past. But I also find her to be smart, fun to talk to, pretty and wonderful to cuddle with. She’s not just a porn actress to me, I like knowing her in her role as mother of two young children, or as someone who has studied Chinese medicine.

Thanks to her, things progressed and lots of touching, kissing, cuddling moved on to clothes coming off and nipples being sucked. (I love her nipples by the way.) While my intellectual brain sees nothing wrong with same-sex relationships, I think there’s a small part of me that has to check in with myself constantly to reassure myself that there’s nothing wrong with feeling desire for a woman and acting on it. I want to blame the Catholic church for this, as that’s how I was raised and I’m sure it has had an impact on me despite my renouncing religious faith of all kinds in my life.

Touching her, and being touched, was wonderful. She shyly checked in to see if I minded all the caressing, and I pointed out that I am a glutton for touch. I massaged her clit through her adorable new leopard print undies. She pulled mine down a bit and kissed and licked near my “landing strip” of pubic hair. Things didn’t progress into full-on sex as I was remiss in making sure I had gloves around. She prefers going the safer sex route even though she admits that the chances of transmitting infection via manual stimulation are pretty low. While I find that manual stimulation with bare hands to be an acceptable level of risk (for me), I can completely respect her wishes to use gloves. Hey, no glove, no love! So while there was teasing, tantalizing and lots of glorious foreplay, we didn’t fuck. I didn’t mind. I would have loved to fuck her, but spending time with her and being affectionate was really enough to make me happy.

But of course I will be sure to get some gloves for my place. *grin*

So I declare, on this National Coming Out Day, that I am dating a woman and am truly happy that I’m doing so. I identify as pansexual these days as bisexual just reinforces the whole gender binary thing (which isn’t really accurate). I like Blondie a great deal, and hope that things will continue to develop between us.

My coming out here isn’t really a revelation for my readers. I’ve been openly pansexual, kinky, poly and slutty for a long time here. But I needed to stand up and declare for myself that I am who I am, and who I am is just fine.

Going to the Women-Only Kink and Sex Party

Published on September 28, 2010 in bdsm, bisexuality, bondage, cunt, kink, lesbian, masochism, pillow princess, restraints, sadism, sex, sex parties, sex toys, slut, spanking and Uncategorized. 0 Comments

Saturday night I braved New York City traffic to hang out with Blondie. We enjoyed dinner at a noodle place and then headed to an all-women play party. (Trans people who feel in solidarity with queer women are welcome as well.) I hadn’t been to one of these parties in years. When I went previously I was alone for at least two of the parties, and the only action I got was when I volunteered my ass for a spanking demonstration.

We wandered the labyrinthine play space and found a little action going on in the bdsm room. We watched for a little while but it was more playful than hot I suppose. Blondie asked if I would like to walk around and I pointed out that while I like watching, I prefer being the show.

She brought toys. I got to see some of what she was bringing when I met her at her apartment but I didn’t know what she was going to do with me. She put me on a padded table laying on my back, and secured the three leather straps around me. I was secured to the table wearing only black lacy panties. She cropped and flogged me – only interspersing some pain with the sensation play. She had a double sided hair brush (bristles on one side, metal pins on the other topped off with rounded plastic pieces. She used the brush on me – to strike my thighs, to run along my feet. She’s extremely sensual and I loved all the attention. She checked in on me regularly and I told her that I was totally in a happy place – a pretty woman was working me over. What was not to love?

She would crop or use the hairbrush on my feet. She does some tickling – and I’m extremely ticklish. But for the most part she applied enough pressure to keep from tickling beyond what was pleasurable. She used her rabbit fur flogger on me again. I really am a sensation slut. Being touched, feeling different sensations on my body makes me happy. She straddled me on table to get better aim of my tits. She’s slim and light enough to not put too much pressure on me. She also has studied massage and has an idea of what body parts can bear the weight easier. She used the brush on my tits and it wasn’t painful like I expected. Only the slightest sensation of pain, mainly just an interesting sensation of bristles being carefully pressed into my breasts.

She undid the straps and had me turn over. She gave me a pretty hard spanking using hands, crop and flogger. We discussed things in between since we’re both getting to know each other and she mentioned how she can be a total bitch and inflict tons of pain on men. I could tell she has the capacity to leave me crying if she wanted, but of course she kept my limits in mind. She asked if I could tolerate having my hands cuffed behind my back for a bit. If you read here regularly you know I have a thing for this! She had a simple pair of metal, play (safety latch) handcuffs with fuzzy animal print covers. She did flogging and cropping. She took off my panties while my hands were behind my back. She came over and told me she needed a bunch of saliva (lubrication) and I spit onto her gloved hand as best I could. She toyed with my cunt for a bit, kneeling on the table behind me. She asked if I would be ok alone momentarily (and at an all-women party I feel the safety level is higher than a mixed gender party). I said I would be fine for just a bit and she disappeared. I lay there with my hands secured behind my back.

Shortly after she came back I needed my arms down since it had been several minutes (my arms were sore the day after). She mounted the table again and slathered my pussy with lube. Ah, she had gone to get lube. She slid fingers into me and slowly worked my cunt. She knew the right places to probe and soon I was moaning – hopefully loud enough for her to hear over the loud music. When she got a little more intense with the fingering I moaned out, “Oh yeah!” over and over. She made me come but the pleasure ebbed and flowed rather than being one big explosion. I came a couple of times, however.

These parties feature some sort of demonstration each time, and Saturday night it was how to deep throat. (For those not aware, it’s a thing in the lesbian community to give your partner’s strap-on a blow job.) There was a cute woman standing near us with lovely combo of great tits and a hard silicone cock poking up over her men’s briefs and she had sideburns (on her face, not a euphemism for extensive pubic hair). I would have been up for us playing with her. She seemed interested in Blondie. But considering I’ve just started seeing Blondie, suggesting we add someone felt like it might be a misstep.

We got to watch some truly hot scenes after. There was a lovely combination of butches, femmes and everything in between. There were some transwomen and transmen. There seems to be a lot of respect for scenes in progress and I appreciated that. I’m used to pushy swing club guys. (MasterDoc and I seldom go to the local bdsm club – there’s no sex allowed there.)

I was worried as we ended the evening that I had been a pillow princess – I’ve certainly been accused of that before. As we said good night I told her we would (very soon!) have to rectify the fact that I haven’t made her come yet. Hopefully I’ll get to do that soon.

Saturday Interlude

Published on September 27, 2010 in bdsm, bisexuality, blow jobs, D/s, dom, humiliation play, kink, libido, masochism, masturbation, orgasm on command, piss play, sadism, sex, sex toys, submissive and Uncategorized. 0 Comments

I was just bemoaning how behind I am in blogging. MasterDoc laughed, saying, “Oh poor you, you can’t keep up blogging all the sex you have!” Yes, I’m fortunate to have lots of interesting sex. But sitting down to blog can require discipline I don’t always feel. I love writing and I love chronicling my adventures, but it is work.

Saturday morning, after googling Blondie (That’s not her porn name, by the way. I’m not sure she wants it mentioned here so I’m erring on the side of caution.) and handling other internet stuff, MasterDoc suggested sex. Hells yeah! We both bathed and got set up in the play room.

Over the past week or two I’m finally opening up to myself that I’m even pervier than I like to admit. I’m starting to admit I like humiliation play – a lot. I like him pissing on me as a humiliation thing. I love when he makes me feel totally in his control and uses me as he likes. I love being his dirty slut AND being made to feel like it.

I spoke up about craving roughness before we started. The action started with me giving him a blowjob. He choked me with his cock more than usual. Fuck, I found it so hot for him to choke me, my throat working to push his cock out as his hands held my head down. The struggle to open my throat. The saliva flowing. The gasp when I pull free and the enthusiasm with which I go right back to sucking his cock.

Blowing him is foreplay for me as well as him. Direct physical stimulation is sometimes needed to get me wet, but sucking cock is usually plenty to get me turned on. (Any other ladies find that being wet doesn’t always correlate to arousal? Near my period I’m wet all the time even without arousal, but I can be getting sexual with someone, really into it, and not that wet. Lube is invaluable.) When he gave me a rest, he made me come by command again with some slapping and getting me to focus my mind. I had been craving face slapping. My jaw felt a little sore afterward, but not for long.

He had me get on top and ride him. I loved sliding his cock into me but after holding myself up during orgasm the night before my legs were too tired out to do the thrusting. I did my best but I had to stop.

He took a moment to figure out a way to have me be reasonably comfortable, yet use me at the same time. He had me lay with my head over the end of bed. He fucked my throat and I loved it. The only bad thing was when his balls would fall over my nostrils. (I do need some air.) My hands were free so I just moved them out of the way. While fucking my mouth he slapped my pussy and made me come. Despite my little aside earlier in this post, I had no trouble getting wet during this particular interlude. I was very wet. Juicy.

I still wanted more. My already high sex drive has gotten higher lately. MasterDoc was done and ready to move on to other things, but I asked if I could masturbate. He granted permission and I quickly plugged in the Hitachi and masturbated while having fantasies about my date from the night before. The queer part of my heart is soaring to be seeing a woman for a change. A few more orgasms later I finally felt sated.

Aren’t all Second Dates at Swing Clubs?

Published on September 26, 2010 in attraction, bdsm, bisexuality, bondage, D/s, dating, DeeDee, kink, masochism, musings, non-monogamy, orgasm on command, porn, restraints, sadism, sex, sex parties, shio, slut, spanking, squirting, submissive, swinging and Uncategorized. 0 Comments

Friday night I met up with Blondie, my date from a couple of weeks ago, while out at the swing club with MasterDoc and DeeDee. Yes, I know that’s an odd thing to invite someone to on a second date, but well that’s the kind of perv I am. Sometimes I think I have no sense of how the “regular,” non-kinky world operates – or that others may or may not understand my way of doing things. Ultimately I think it’s best to be me and see how the other person reacts. I want to be with someone who can handle my lifestyle.

I’ve gradually been introduced to my date’s sexy past. On our first date she mentioned shyly having been a sex surrogate. I’m sure my completely mellow and positive reaction to that has helped move along the level of things she feels comfortable telling me. I knew about the pro-Domme work by the end of the first date, but didn’t catch the porn work until the second one. I’m sure there’s plenty of people out there who would be freaked out by these things, but personally I think they’re utterly cool and sexually very hot. While I had looked at her myspace page, I didn’t notice porn info (but when she mentioned doing porn for the first time around me she thought I probably already knew from her page). I had known she did fetish modeling though. So dribs and drabs have some out in a short space of time. I can totally understand the gradual revealing of information – I want to be open about who I am and what I like to get up to, but I worry about judgment. So I have to toss a few things out there and see how they go. If they go well I can toss a few more out there.

So far anything we’ve each thrown out there has seemed to go well. After all a pervy sex blogger has much in common with a fetish porn actress. (Oh yes, she not only did “straight” porn, she’s also done fetish. HAWT!) I woke up Saturday morning to MasterDoc and DeeDee looking up her porn online, and seeing the kinky stuff she’s done makes me feel really happy and comfortable being a perv around her. This isn’t the first time I’ve fooled around with a porn actress, but it is the first time I’m dating one I suppose.

At the same time, I don’t want her to feel like sex is the only thing I’m after. She took a break from porn so her life has been different in the past few years. As much as I love hot sex and think she and I could have a ton of fun together, I am also happy to go at her pace should it happen to be slower than mine currently. I like her. I feel there’s time for things to develop. Perhaps the most amazing thing for me is the fact that I feel reasonably confident she likes me. Usually I can’t believe the other woman is into me. I suppose my self-esteem is finally at a point where, while some nerves and fear of rejection remain, I can also sit back and say, “She acts like she likes me. And why shouldn’t she?” Having an open mind that the other person could like you helps immeasurably. I’ve probably done more self-sabotage with women by refusing to believe they could possibly like me. (Sad, I know.)

Feminist perv that I am, I don’t assume that just because she’s done kinky shit she would necessarily want to do the same right away with me. I don’t take it personally that she likes to use gloves when first sleeping with someone new. I see it as a smart safer sex precaution. It’s more precaution than I feel is necessary for my own peace of mind, but the whole point of risk assessment is deciding what level of risk works for you. I can’t decide anyone else’s level of acceptable risk.

So after that long-winded intro, I suppose I should talk about Friday night.

Blondie was delayed, so she doesn’t come into the story until a little later. I hung out at the club with MasterDoc and DeeDee. He had us take turns sucking his cock right there in the open as usual. It’s cute to see how much he loves showing off the hot sex he has on tap from TWO women. He’s not someone you’d guess that about at first glance. But his confidence is alluring. And then you see his big cock. And then you discover his incredible skill in bed. And you figure out that he’s a highly intelligent man who is also a huge pervert – AND has a sense of humor. I really didn’t stand a chance when I met him, did I?

I started getting nervous that she hadn’t shown up. I’m still in that stage where my fragile ego is convinced I’ll get rejected. Thankfully, MasterDoc took me off into the back room and did some play to get my mind off things.

We actually brought my wrist and ankle cuffs for once (we have often meant to) and he attached me to the St. Andrew’s cross with DeeDee’s assistance. I had on my bra, fishnet stockings and garter belt, but had taken off my dress – and not worn panties in the first place. He spanked me, hitting me pretty hard. I found myself in a decidedly masochistic mood. He flogged me, used the riding crop on me. He flogged my butt and my upper back. I loved the pain, I loved the sense of him being in control. The crowd that night seemed less kink-savvy than it is some nights, but I blocked the crowd out and let myself get into the flogging. He started playing with my cunt, and shortly he told me to come. Fuuuuuck. It’s hard to come while holding yourself in a standing position. Oh yeah I’m technically held up by wrist cuffs, but I can’t really place my whole weight on that. So I had this struggle of “oh god that feels good, I’m coming!” mixed with “ow, my body is getting really tired from trying to hold myself up.” I think I squirted a tiny bit but it was interrupted by needing to support myself. I prefer coming when I can just lose myself to the orgasm and not have to worry about holding myself up.

I rested a bit after, thinking that I really need to get into shape. I talked to DeeDee about her latest job prospects when MasterDoc went off to use the bathroom. The three of us were back in the socializing area when Blondie showed up. I was glad to see her. I’m trying to find the right balance of excitement over meeting someone new I like, and expressing that I like her, without seeming too intense. I don’t know yet if this will be a romance, or play partners, or what have you. And being poly and already in a stable relationship I find it much easier to relax and see where life takes me. For now, I enjoy her company, I’m hot for her and want to keep getting together. The last thing I want to seem like is that old U-Haul joke (you know, the one that goes, “What does a lesbian bring to a second date?” “A U-Haul.”).

Walking around the swing club with another woman is a very different experience than being there with a man. It was the first time I had done so, and jeezus, the men flock. That evening seemed to have more than the usual amount of clueless males, but I think it would have been bad regardless. The lack of respect by your average straight guy for something that’s going on between two women is highly irritating. She was flogging me on the cross (not attached this time, but yes I was flogged twice. Yes, I’m lucky!) and some total idiot called out “What’s that feel like?!” and then came up beside me, put his hands against the wall and stuck his butt out. Blondie had no trouble firmly but politely telling him that he’s interrupting. I had no problem turning to him and letting him know he was being rude. “Seriously, you’re being a bit of a dick right now,” I said. He scurried off. The issues seem to be that in the swing atmosphere it’s much more accepted to try to get in on the action. It’s never okay to touch without permission, or to be a dick, but aggressive men asking if they could join us is to be expected. Kinksters seem to have a much better sense of letting people do their thing and not intruding. Just because you’re playing in public doesn’t mean you want people to join in. It pissed me off that the social conditioning for men is such that they can’t envision two women just playing together. We don’t need your cock to join in guys! I love cock and I’m pretty sure Blondie does too, but we’re perfectly happy being kinky by ourselves thank you.

It’s a shame because we have to be firm and bitchy. If you’re at all polite or friendly the guy will come back again, and again, and again. But it’s not easy to always be bitchy. If a guy is cute and under the right circumstances I’d be up for fucking him then I don’t want to be so stern that I make sure he never comes back. But if I’m not up for fucking him that night I’m in for lots of badgering all evening. And by the end of the night I’m far less interested.

We talked with a cute Asian guy, but his many attempts to get our numbers, invite us out to another swing club, etc. went un-encouraged for the most part. I gave him this blog address, but wouldn’t give out phone number. After all, I know my situation as MasterDoc’s submissive and the fact that me going to a swing club with some other guy is pretty counter to our dynamic. I don’t think he or I would be happy with that situation. (I don’t rule it out, but it’s not of interest just now.) Somehow it’s different with a woman. Women aren’t so fucking pushy.

But when we managed to ignore the interruptions she gave me a lovely flogging – a bit of pain mixed with lots of the lovely softness of her rabbit fur flogger. Her flogger is of a better quality than the one I acquired recently, and it’s possible to give a good hit with it. She used the riding crop on me (including my outer limbs which MasterDoc doesn’t usually do). I needed to sit down after a while, and she suggested I lay down on the bed so she could flog my front. Rowr. This she did, she also spread my legs to slap my thighs. I think she was going a bit easy on me, which would make perfect sense playing with someone new. I hope to encourage her to go harder in the future. She straddled me and played with my tits. I stroked her legs and when she took her top down to reveal her lacy camisole, I reached up to play with her tits too. I was in a happy place!

All of us left at the same time, and at the end I had expressed interest in going with her to a women-only play party the following night. (She had mentioned it before, I had been to a few of these parties years ago.) We parted ways with the agreement to make plans the next day.

Kinky Foursome

Published on September 23, 2010 in bdsm, bisexuality, bondage, D/s, foursome, gags, horny, kink, masochism, masturbation, orgasm on command, restraints, sadism, sex, sex toys, submissive, swinging, Uncategorized and wax play. 2 Comments

It’s taken me a couple of days to sit down and write more than just notes about the kinky foursome we had on Tuesday. The featured guests were slave amber and her Master from this little nugget of a blog post.

Her Master arrived first, he and MasterDoc talked a bit about what they were planning to do (as they had done online earlier). With two diabolical minds at work I was nervous, but I needn’t be. MasterDoc would take care of me.

MasterDoc thought of the behind the back restraints I’m so hot for using, so I went to get them from the play room. However, this train of thought was distracted by amber calling up needing direction assistance. Later, when she had arrived, I had to remind MasterDoc that we were going to use them. Being bound and somewhat helpless turns me on tremendously. We don’t do enough bondage. My earliest bsdm fantasies consisted of being kidnapped, tied up, gagged and played with. Make me come when I’m helpless and I turn to mush.

MasterDoc made me come by touching me and commanding. Our guests were pretty impressed by how easily he could make me come. I have found, however, that if I’m not worked up mentally beforehand, while I still orgasm (uterus contracts and all) it’s not nearly as satisfying as an orgasm with more foreplay to it. Even if that foreplay is just mental.

Of course being a couple of days late writing this I’m bound to leave something out. Speaking of bound – amber’s Master likes to play with rope (one of MasterDoc’s few weaknesses). I was told to get on all fours and he bound my tits. Then he had me kneel up and he extended the tie into a crotch rope. Initially I wasn’t into it, but after I lay down on the mat in the living room and the dental gag was put in my mouth, and the Wartenburg wheel run over my body, I started to change my mind. The wheel tickles much of the time – I had to try to explain this with my mouth held wide open. With more pressure it “hurts better” as MasterDoc put it. Indeed. It felt good on my sensitive bound breasts.

After that, there was talk of hot wax. I was surprised that I was the intended victim, but of course amber was told to lay beside me (cheap shower curtains are great for easy clean up!) and both of us had hot wax poured over our fronts. I was yelping quite a bit, and wondered if I was a wimp. But thankfully MasterDoc suspected that their candle was much cooler – and so the two Doms switched candles. Totally different using their candle. No more yelps from me but plenty from amber. The two of us were waxed on front and back. We scraped off as much as possible before leaving the shower curtain, and towards the end MasterDoc realized that this textured rubber glove he has is just perfect for wiping the wax off (and providing some sensation play at the same time.)

The next scene required wrist and ankle cuffs. I was overjoyed to use mine. I bought them long before I met MasterDoc and we haven’t gotten to use them much. The other Master bound amber and I to each other. I’m taller so my arms were wrapped around her upper back. He also attached our ankles together. Next, we were wrapped in plastic cling wrap. I was concerned about this beforehand because I had a boyfriend wrap me once before and I panicked when I couldn’t breathe. This time, however, it was totally cool. They men ordered us to make out with each other while bound together. Being pressed up against a woman and kissing her with my Dom watching is pretty damn hot.

The day became physically wearing as the two Doms had loads of ideas of things to try with two subs/slaves present. amber’s Master brought a brand new double-ended dildo. I had used one before and found it lacking, but of course I could give it a try again. (I have yet to find a silicone double ended dildo – use condoms with the ones out there as they’re usually made of a porous material, not to mention they have nasty pthalates in them.) We were positioned on our hands and knees on the mat, our asses pointing at each other. I felt the dildo slide in and it wasn’t unpleasant, but it wasn’t thrilling either. MasterDoc gave me a vibe to use on my clit. amber’s Master ordered me to move on it, but it’s pretty hard to get any thrust from such a flexible dildo. MasterDoc stepped in and moved it back and forth so both of us were getting fucked alternately. This enabled me to come. And with the vibe on my clit I came pretty damn hard. I think having someone move the dildo is the secret.

I was exhausted. Holding yourself on hands and knees or kneeling for extended periods of time takes energy. I lay spent on the mat while MasterDoc started showing the Gigi to amber. I gushed about Lelo toys and explained how it’s stronger than battery-operated vibes because it’s a rechargeable. MasterDoc toyed with her clit while her Master kissed her. I joined in first by sucking on her nipple, and later by by wetting my finger and stroking her clit. I played with her clit while MasterDoc fucked her with the Gigi.

Our guests left after this, and it was a fun afternoon albeit a joking one. But hey, I like people with senses of humor. It just might have been more sexually stimulating with less joking. Oh well, there’s always next time.

MasterDoc and I had dinner and rested for a while. I still wanted his cock inside me though. (This was during the 4 days a month my birth control takes a rest, so I was feeling lots of menstrual symptoms such as rampant horniness.) My back ached and MasterDoc was kind enough to massage it for a bit. (Not only do I massage him, he will do the same for me. And as a doctor he puts his knowledge of anatomy to good use there as well.) For fucking, he put me over the Liberator axis which was just perfect because I could rest my full weight. It had the effect of making me feel a bit like an object, and lately I’ve been into that

My incredible horniness still wasn’t sated after our fuck. I figured MasterDoc would have no problem with me using one of my weekly masturbation sessions, and so I grabbed the Hitachi and went to town. MasterDoc came in to join me just in time to see me to come and lend a hand a little. I was happy after, and boy did I sleep well that night.

Catching Up/Lesbian Sheep Dance Begone!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Lucky Slut

Published on August 23, 2010 in bdsm, bisexuality, blow jobs, cunnilingus, D/s, gags, kink, non-monogamy, sex, sex toys, shio, slut, squirting, submissive, swinging, threesome and Uncategorized. 0 Comments

My apologies for taking so long to write about this. I’ve had so much to do lately that I’ve just been too busy or exhausted to write. I did take some notes the day after this night of debauchery last week, so let me tell the story as if I actually wrote this the following day.

My muscles are sore today. Masterdoc and Lana, the lady who joined us all recently for “Using the Slave,” took turns using me last night. Of course I am a very happy girl today!

I was instructed that I had to crawl on the large mat in the living room – no walking except when I’m off the mat. He had me crawl over to him on the sofa and he put my ball gag in my mouth. (MasterDoc has been making a concerted effort to branch out and use some of the toys I keep hoping he’ll use.) The mat was set up with condoms, lube, a few toys and my strap-on.

I lay on the mat gagged as both touched me. With the gentle strokes over my body I would twitch. MasterDoc has trained my reactions so that I’m hyper sensitive – every nerve ending has become an erogenous zone. Lana is adept at touching gently but not too gently. I got the sense that my body was getting a workout simply from the muscle twitches that came from arousal. MasterDoc told me I could come at will for the duration of Lana’s visit. They took turns sucking on my nipples. Shortly after, Lana made me come by playing with my clit while he grabbed my hair. It’s so very easy to make me come sometimes.

MasterDoc removed the ball gag and let me have a drink of water. He had me get on hands and knees so he could fuck me. He fucked me silly while she grabbed my hair firmly and pulled my head back a little. The hair pulling intensified the fuck, although he was also pounding me exceptionally hard. I squirted as I came, and came, and fell to the mat after, short of breath.

MasterDoc sat in a chair and had me suck his cock while she fucked me with my strap-on. Unfortunately the angle was all wrong for the silicone cock to enter me. They put me on floor and he watched while she fucked me. The dildo kept sliding out of my clenching pussy, so she gave up after a while and used her fingers. MasterDoc took over fucking me and talked dirty about me being used by a bunch of guys, one after the other, some day. I was totally out of control with coming by that point. I went feral: grunting, screaming and panting. Orgasming becomes a control thing with MasterDoc and he can wring the orgasms out of my body like crazy. If he wants to make me come it’s pretty definite that I will come. Lana did a pretty damn good job making me come as well – she held my Gigi to my clit while he fucked me.

We relaxed, enjoyed some dessert and MasterDoc had to get ready for bed because he had work early the next morning. I joined Lana on the mat and she started stroking my body again and watching me twitch. She seemed to take great pleasure out of the way I’d convulse from her touch. She made me come more with her hands and then she went down on me. She was very, very skilled at it. (I thought to myself that this is why I prefer bi women over bicurious – they know what to do! I realize this isn’t a hard and fast rule, but having experience counts for a lot.) Lana made me come like crazy licking my clit, sucking it and using her arms to rock my hips a little while she did so. I had to ask her to stop finally because I was so tired. I have no idea how many times I came that night. I stroked her back and shoulders for a bit, making her feel good for a change. I really was spoiled that night, however, although MasterDoc had given Lana a sybian ride before I got home from work.

When we stopped, I needed to help MasterDoc with some things. I felt totally worn out and went to bed after getting him settled. Of course, I thanked our guest heartily before going to bed.