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The Beast with Three Backs

Published on June 20, 2010 in anal, bdsm, bisexuality, blow jobs, D/s, DeeDee, dom, dp, edge play, exhibitionism, flogging, kink, masochism, masturbation, needle play, orgasm denial, orgasm on command, sadism, sex, sex toys, slut, spanking, submissive, threesome and Uncategorized. 2 Comments

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.

Needles and Cock Choking

Published on May 12, 2010 in bdsm, blow jobs, D/s, edge play, fantasy, kink, masochism, needle play, orgasm on command, sadism, sex, shio, squirting, submissive and Uncategorized. 1 Comment

It had been maybe a week since I had an evening alone with MasterDoc. While DeeDee joined us for dinner, afterward she retired to the room she’s staying in at MasterDoc’s. I took a moment while in the bedroom with the sex toys to try to find the Hitachi magic wand as I try to have that plugged in and ready at all times – only I couldn’t find it. I told MasterDoc about this and he despaired a little that it was missing, however it turned up later, just buried under some other toys in a drawer. Yes, I didn’t look hard enough.

It wasn’t until MasterDoc pointed it out as we lay on the bed that I realized I was more active in getting us headed towards sex than usual. I’m pretty passive usually – my image of submission is for the Dom to decide when we have sex. It’s taken me a long time to realize that I am allowed to initiate as well. (Doesn’t mean we will always have sex when I initiate, but I’m welcome to do it.) I guess I was horny. My last orgasm had been a struggle while I was dealing with PTSD over the weekend. I’ve opted to skip the story of that evening.

So there was some relaxation and pillow talk at first. I started blabbering about how at the thrift store over the weekend I thought about maybe looking for cheap clothes that could be ripped off me. MasterDoc pointed out that the other way is possible – me ripping clothes off him. Rowr. He realized that a shirt he just threw out due to stains would have been perfect for ripping off him – particularly while out at a club. With this image, I said to him, “You’re really about theater when you have sex in public, aren’t you?” He agreed that it’s a performance art in a way. I think torn clothing will feature down the line at some point. I also think I should discuss with him constructing scenes to play out in public. I’m all for that.

He had me lay on my back with my collar on. I had gotten some needles and the remainder of the alcohol wipes at his request. I wasn’t sure how needle play would go after the PTSD bout, but it turned out to be a terrific thing. He groped me, testing out various places to put the needle. My inner hip (does that make sense? The ravine where hip meets thigh and crotch?) seemed too sensitive and I hoped he wouldn’t go there. After some exploration, he alcohol swabbed off my upper right breast… and that inner hip spot. Shit.

He placed his hands, needle in one of them, on my breast. I couldn’t see the spot where he was going to stick me through his other hand. I was afraid of the pain, but it slid in effortlessly and instead of pain there was a rush of endorphins. I contemplated why needle play is erotic (for me anyway) and I realized that nothing is more personal than having someone infiltrate your skin. I mean, orifices are designed to be penetrated safely, but letting someone pierce your skin is an act of supreme trust and intimacy.

He put a second needle just below the first one. This one started to slide out a bit, so I ended up with another puncture as he reinserted the end of the needle. This one hurt. But the pain is worth it for the rush of chemicals that follows. He toyed with my body, slapped my pussy. I kept hoping he would tell me to come but he played with me for a while.

My hand sought out his cock in the heat of passion. I stroked it, being careful not to squeeze or pull on it when he let me come. As I came, he inserted his fingers inside me and pressed up into my g-spot, while simultaneously pressing down on the spot from the outside. He yanked a series of beautiful orgasms from my body. While I was still coming, he slipped the needles out. (And I was relieved that he never stuck them in that hip spot.)

I rested after, content. He really makes me happy in so many ways.

He had me suck his cock for a while and I dove into it. He pushed down on my head a couple of times – choking me far more realistically than before. At one point I pulled away from the gagging, reeling with a perverse high. When I gathered my wits, I went right back to sucking his cock. We did this a few times before he had me get lube and condoms. It’s strange but the more real the choking gets the more I like it.

He had me try to put the condom on with my mouth, but it really wouldn’t work with his cock. As it is, his head is super-sensitive and I have to stretch condoms out a bit to get it over the head normally. I used my hands to apply the condom. I played with his pubic area, working him up. He had me ride him and I did so in my usual enthusiastic slutty way. When I was desperate to come, he told me to, and I was overcome with orgasm. While my pussy pushed his cock out pretty quickly, I kept coming. He massaged my body as I leaned forward on him and came. When I was exhausted, he let me rest a moment, but then started teasing me with his hands again. He gave me the command to come again, and I did even without any genital stimulation. I squirted all over his balls and cock.

I was grinning ear to ear afterward. I told him that I think having sex with him is good for me. He agreed.

Show Me Your Teeth

Published on May 1, 2010 in anal, anxiety, bdsm, blow jobs, bondage, caning, consensual non-consent, cunt, D/s, dom, edge play, embarrassment, emotions, fantasy, gags, horny, humiliation play, kink, masochism, needle play, nipple clamps, orgasm denial, orgasm on command, piss play, restraints, sadism, sex, sex toys, shio, slut, squirting, submissive, trust and Uncategorized. 1 Comment

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.

Sensation Play

Published on March 25, 2010 in best sex bloggers, D/s, edge play, gags, kink, masochism, needle play, nipple clamps, orgasm on command, sadism, sex toys, shio, squirting, Uncategorized and wartenburg wheel. 0 Comments

Early in the day, via instant message, I put in a request for MasterDoc to please use the Wartenburg wheel and one or more of the gags I have to review if we fooled around that night. I’m welcome to put ideas out there, but I can’t expect that he will always go with them. Still, it’s nice to know I can speak up and say, “Hey, I’d really like to play with this toy.”

After dinner, he asked me what I felt more in the mood for – being beaten or sex. I replied that I was keen on something that’s bdsm play, but not necessarily impact play. He acknowledged my earlier request and when we headed to the bedroom he had me gather the items I asked for. Hooray! He also had me get the snake bite suckers, the magic wand, riding crop, needles and alcohol wipes.

He had me put in the ball gag, which stayed on for the entirety of the scene. I was happy to finally find a gag that doesn’t set off my gag reflex. (I used the smallest ball it came with.) As I lay on my back on the bed, he attached the snake bite suction cups to my nipples and clit. The kit comes with two larger cups and one thinner one that’s just right for the clit. I could really feel my clitoris sucked into the tube. It was a strangely arousing yet slightly uncomfortable feeling. He flicked the cups with his fingers and the crop. He ran the Wartenburg wheel over my body. I love how it feels over my skin, however it does certainly get the nerves responding. I flinch this way and that as he runs the spiky wheel over my flesh.

He had me sit up and he commented on how silly the snake bite suckers looked. He flicked them some more and took the crop to my inner thighs a little. He removed the suckers and had me lay down again, this time he ran the Wartenburg wheel over sensitive bits like my clit, labia and nipples. Ouch! It truly hurt at those moments, but he didn’t linger. He did run the wheel over those bits repeatedly.

He had me get on hands and knees, and he propped the magic wand against my clit. He warned me not to move or let the magic wand move. Then he gave me more wheel, this time running up and down my back which made me shiver. And running it across my asshole was painful! He tormented me as the magic wand did its thing. I reached back a couple of times to re-situate the wand, and he let me do this.

I was approaching orgasm when I felt him clean off my right ass cheek with an alcohol swab. I knew what was coming and the tension building – both the orgasmic tension and the nerves that come before being pierced – made my body super sensitive. He pierced my ass, slapped the needle once it was in my skin and I rode out the endorphin rush as the magic wand buzzed away at my clit. The mixture of pain and pleasure was delightful (says this masochist). He pierced me again, alongside the other needle (as near as I can tell). Again, more endorpins.

He told me to come and as I did I squirted a gallon. I could feel the fluid rush over the head of the magic wand and down my thighs. It must have drenched MasterDoc’s hand as he held the wand to my clit.

I was a little disappointed that I didn’t manage to drool around the gag, that would have been hot. But I do like the breathing holes it has. But I shouldn’t complain one bit here, the whole scene was hot and I came. Oh yes, I came.

You’re Putting a Needle Through Where?

Published on March 15, 2010 in bdsm, blow jobs, cunnilingus, D/s, edge play, emotions, horny, humiliation play, kink, masochism, needle play, orgasm denial, orgasm on command, sadism, sex, shio, slut, squirting, submissive and Uncategorized. 2 Comments

If you were to meet MasterDoc socially, you’d find him to be a really nice, witty, flirty guy (at least if you’re female). So it would probably then surprise you when he goes into Dom-mode: suddenly he becomes forceful, sadistic, and a world class mind-fucker. (And don’t I love it!) We were on the bed last night, getting ready to fool around and his demeanor changed into Dom-mode.

The back story that led to this: I noted that he had something stuck in his teeth, and I felt too squeamish to pick at it myself to help him clear it so he decided to point out that, “Maybe it’s time I spit in your mouth.” This shut me up but good and I did overcome my squeamishness to help him clear the debris. He went on for a while pontificating if he should spit in my mouth first, or piss in it first. If you’re not kinky, this probably appalls you. If you are kinky, it’s pretty damn hot isn’t it? I put my head down on the bed, cringing. I was afraid he would actually do one or both of those things last night. “Are you my piss slut?” he asked me. I was already sliding into subspace from his mind-fuckery and I gave the proper response, a hesitant “Yes, Sir.”

“Good, you’re already getting into the proper head space,” he said. He made me look at him and I could feel the blood throbbing in my veins. The idea of him forcing me to do things that are positively vile is strangely erotic. I hoped beyond hope that it was just a mind fuck and I lucked out – this time. I love the mind fuck more than I’d love the pissing in my mouth, I can tell you. But without the very real threat of him actually doing it, the mind fuck might not work as well.

He had me get my collar and a bunch of other items needed for our play time. Most notably, he had me get the needles and alcohol wipes. After arraying the lube, condoms, dildoes, etc. on the bed I lay down on my back as he opened the needle box.

“Have you ever thought about me piercing your outer labia?”

I cringed, afraid that this would hurt like hell. He pointed out that it’s the less-sensitive outer labia he was talking about, but then realized that it’s thicker than the inner labia, so perhaps it’s not less painful. He stroked my cunt a bit while he talked about this, and I grew more and more aroused and my breath sped up. The words coming out of his mouth were enough to drive me into a frenzy, and before we even got around to using any needles he was rubbing my clit and telling me to come. I came very hard, squirting. He had used only the slightest physical stimulation, but a huge amount of mental stimulation, to make me come.

“Wow,” was all I could say afterward. I thanked him for the delicious orgasm.

He got back on track with the needles, however, and swabbed down my labia with an alcohol wipe. Of course this burned a little bit, but not as bad as I might have thought it would. He pulled a fresh needle out of its case, and told me to contain my motion. I steeled myself to hold still and he pushed the needle through my right outer labia. Wow. That hurt. It took me a little while to slow my breathing, although this wasn’t entirely due to pain, but also due to arousal. He leaned up to kiss me and whisper naughty things and his t-shirt caught a little on the needle, causing more pain.

He licked my clit a little and while I was aroused he slid the needle out, which hurt just about as much as it going in. While I was still trying to process the pain, he licked my clit and diverted my attention into horniness. Before long I was coming again at his command. I had another mind-blowing, extended orgasm.

Fuck, I’m a lucky girl.

That would have been more than enough, but also I was up for more and I was so pleased when he decided we weren’t done. I stroked his chest, lusting after him. He got into position for me to ride his cock and I joyfully sucked his cock when it went down a little bit. I was so horny, so lustful and I couldn’t get enough of his cock in my mouth. I finally tore myself away to get on top and ride him. My left hip seized shortly after we started, but he massaged the area and it loosened up enough to let me get caught up in how great it felt having my clit rub against his body as I rode him like a mad woman. Seriously, I fucked like a slut in heat.

And he let me have another orgasm. Yes, he is good to me. I could never survive a Dom who demanded extended orgasm control.

His internet and cable were out due to the terrible storm we had in the area over the weekend, so we really had nothing else to do but fuck. And so I was lucky and he had me kneel at the edge of the bed and he fucked me standing up. It felt so good that I nearly didn’t mind that I wasn’t coming for an extended period of time. I’m not sure how long he fucked me, but damn it felt amazing and I have worried more and more lately that he will manage to force me to come without getting his permission first. When he gave the word, I came and squirted yet again.

All this was absolutely amazing and we were laying on the bed recovering while he decided if he wanted to come last night. I was not only happy to help him come, I was so turned on playing with his body. I massaged his ass and thighs. I paid attention when he told me I could touch his asshole more firmly. And then in a stroke of inspiration (which is sadly not often enough since I’m such a slut for being told what to do) I licked his balls. I continued licking his balls as he came and I pressed on his asshole with my fingers. I helped massage his perineum to extend the good feelings and made him twitch some more.

Cuddles followed and I felt so very good. He told me that I needed to make the orgasms last, as he gave me one for each day he won’t see me this week. Work stress got in the way of that today, but writing this blog entry takes me back to those good feelings. Is it any wonder I want to spend as much time as possible with this man?

In the midst of all this, as I cuddled up to him at one point, he whispered in my ear, “I am very, very happy with you.” My insecurity was lifted for a time, and I said, “Thank you, Sir.” I took a few moments to try to internalize what he said. I spend too much time focusing on negatives. I did my best for once to focus on the positive.

Pain and Healing

Published on March 4, 2010 in anxiety, bdsm, D/s, depression, emotions, happy, kink, masochism, needle play, orgasm denial, orgasm on command, pillow princess, sex toys, shio, squirting, Uncategorized and wartenburg wheel. 3 Comments

For my twitter followers, it’s no news that I’ve been dealing with some severe PMS lately (may even be PMDD). The week before my period I experience mood swings, depression, anxiety, difficulty concentrating, fatigue, increased appetite, and considering I suffer from clinical depression already, this turns into one roller coaster of a hellish week for me and many of those around me. However, MasterDoc has been working with me to try to figure out ways we can head it off or treat it in some way. The obvious answer is that I should go to my gynecologist and possibly be put on hormonal birth control. But beyond that, there’s something we can do to diminish the effects of PMS – BDSM. (It takes an acronym to fight an acronym.)

I put in a special request for him to use the new Wartenberg wheel I purchased recently, and needles as well. I could tell I needed something even more endorphin-triggering than a spanking. I also needed cuddles, which he administered right away when I got to his place.

I had never played with the wheel before – although sometime in my earlier life I’m sure it was used on me medically to test nerve reactions. He ran the wheel and its sharp pins over my naked body. The sensation made me jump and giggle. It felt like tickle, but also like pain and finally it sometimes felt like little electric shocks running over my body. It turned me on surprisingly well and fast. That intense melange of sensations immediately woke up my senses. I felt the insistent swell of my labia as I became aroused. I was surprised at how easily it worked for me, but as MasterDoc later pointed out he had taken the time to do a little foreplay before that. I don’t remember what came before, however, just what came after.

He slapped my inner thighs, always the most painful part of my body to have slapped. Being slapped on the pussy can hurt a great deal too, but I think the skin on my thighs is just too thin and sensitive. He took an alcohol swab, cleaned up an area of my inner thigh and took in the expression on my face when I realized he was going to stick me in such a sensitive spot. I was nervous. A little bit freaked out even. But he slid one needle into my thigh, and the pain lasted only a second while it penetrated the skin. Following the needle stick was an amazing endorphin rush. Everything around me faded away, and I could feel this “whoosh” of chemicals flood my body. It felt like I’d imagine shooting heroin to feel. It was like shooting up drugs, only there were no drugs on or going through the needle. It was purely a brand new hypodermic needle – no syringe – fresh out of the package. Fuck. It was amazing.

He did a second needle, which hurt a little more than the first, but it produced another rush. I think I’ve found a new favorite way to get an endorphin high.

With the needles in place, he pressed on them a little and I welcomed the slight pain. He used the magic wand on my clit and drove me completely fucking crazy. He pressed it hard into my clit, unrelenting for the most part (kinda like I tend to do when I use the wand on another woman). I moaned, partly with pleasure, partly with desperation to come. I was worried that he’d manage to make me come without me getting permission first. I finally gave in and begged when he dragged it out and he still didn’t tell me to come. After a little more teasing, he gave me permission. The endorphins already released through my body enhanced the orgasms I had. My eyes bugged out one moment as I gasped for air. The next minute they were shut tight as I blabbered some nonsensical noises and combinations of “oh god” and “oh fuck.” My right hand grabbed at MasterDoc’s back and his hair. He had me take the wand over, and he used my Ella dildo. He fucked me with it hard and I kept the wand on my clit. I came for what felt like 10 minutes. It probably wasn’t that long, but it seemed to go on forever. If all the women of the world could feel this way at least once a week we’d have a world full of happy women. Heck, once a month would be an improvement for many women. I was surprised how long he made me come, but with lessening my depression as a goal, I suppose I shouldn’t be surprised. After, I was wiped out and very, very satisfied. A puddle of come had accumulated under me.

I was also very happy. And the next day, and the day after, I wasn’t depressed any more. I still had some PMS symptoms to deal with, but damn, if that didn’t cure my depression.

I’m a very lucky girl.

MasterDoc’s depression cure works again!

Needles and Ice

Published on January 4, 2010 in bdsm, blow jobs, D/s, kink, masochism, needle play, orgasm on command, sadism, sex, sex toys, spanking and Uncategorized. 0 Comments

I hadn’t expected any nooky Sunday before I had to leave MasterDoc’s place. After all, I had had an incredibly fun weekend with him. But he had something else in mind. He started talking about needles and ice cubes.

The funny thing is the ice cubes scare me more. I don’t like being cold. A needle stick is very brief but if you get the chills you can be shivering for a while. He teased me by saying he’d put an ice cube in my pussy. Yipes! But strangely enough, I was turned on by him teasing me with something awful.

When my collar was on, he had me lay down on my stomach on the mat in the living room. He had just carried in an ice cube tray, so I knew he wasn’t just teasing about the ice. I could feel the coolness of alcohol wipes as he cleaned the skin on my ass. I waited for a needle stick, but instead he dragged an ice cube over both cheeks. Eep! It wasn’t as awful as I had anticipated. Later he said that hey, wasn’t he nice to numb my butt with ice before the needles? He was being a little facetious there as my butt was not numbed from the gentle trail of ice. He grabbed one cheek in his hand and I knew that the needle was coming next. I yelped a little, and kicked up my opposite leg as I tried not to flinch as he stuck me with the needle.

This was followed by some hard spanks on my opposite cheek. He was going to do needles on both sides, he later said, but he decided to keep one cheek free for spanking. Again he grabbed my butt firmly and slid a needle in.

He next teased my clit with the bullet vibe. I was really aroused by the combination of sensations. He slid the bullet inside me and left it there. He asked if I could feel it and while I could it didn’t do much to stimulate me. It’s just not intense enough. He spanked me some more and flicked the needles in my ass with his fingers to make them smart.

He sat down on the chair near my head and told me to crawl over there and suck his cock. I did and while I sucked he told me to use my hands. I shifted my weight so I could hold myself up better and use my hands to gently manipulate the inside of this thighs and around his genitals. Meanwhile, I kept sucking, inspired by his telling me that if I got his cock hard that he’d fuck me with it. I felt so delightfully slutty kneeling there, needles in one ass cheek, sucking his cock deep into my mouth. He grabbed my head a bit, which never fails to turn me on.

He fucked me from behind and allowed me to use the bullet on my clit. Between the buzzing on my sensitive clit and his big cock plunging inside me, I was incredibly aroused. He’d flick the needles every so often, and it was so strangely hot. I’d moan more when he did this. He’s been fucking me quite hard lately and it drives me crazy. At some point he pulled the needles out of my skin but I barely noticed.

He tells me to come and I do, muscles pushing his cock out. I want nothing more than for him to continue the amazing feelings with his hands, and he fingers me, prodding my g-spot making me come over and over. I start to sag towards the floor from being on my knees as I’m overcome with the waves of coming.

I collapsed in a heap after, and was grinning like crazy. I don’t think I have adequate words to capture just how hot this fuck was. I was thankful when he admitted afterward that he was going to push an ice cube into my asshole as he was fucking me, but he couldn’t reach the ice tray. Phew.

HNT – Needles

Published on December 10, 2009 in hnt, needle play and photos. 4 Comments

Happy HNT everyone!

Play Piercing

Published on December 9, 2009 in bdsm, edge play, kink, masochism, needle play, sybian and Uncategorized. 5 Comments

Last night I got to be play pierced for the first time.* MasterDoc made the acquaintance of a young kinkster who’s into piercing. We met up with her last week just to say hello and then last night she came over to MasterDoc’s place to pierce me. I was so excited!

Before

Here’s my back before the piercing. The only marks there are light red stripes from the pressure of my bra.

The artist at work

Here’s the artist at work. Note the latex gloves. All safety precautions were followed. Please, if you’re going to play around with needles, learn the safety precautions first. An infection after the fact is not fun. My back was thoroughly spritzed with alcohol and it was allowed to try thoroughly – twice.

Needles in place

Here’s all the needles in place. MasterDoc did a few. He of course has needle experience from being a doctor, but doing it for fun was new to him. Two gauges of needles were used – 26g and 22g. With gauge, the higher the number the thinner the needle. Back when I had my nostril done it was pierced with an 18g. They would each warn me before sliding the needles into my flesh. I’d take a deep breath and sometimes let out a yelp when it hurt. Different needles felt different – the upper back was much easier than the lower back. MasterDoc mentioned that there’s fewer nerve endings up there. Some needles barely felt like anything, some stung for a while after the piercing. But like getting my nose pierced, it doesn’t hurt nearly as bad as the needle phobic would think it does. It’s a very brief pain. Endorphins started to flow and I tried to just lay there and enjoy the ride.

Pretty corset piercing

And then our new pal laced ribbon around the needles to create a pretty corset pattern. MasterDoc took the photos and I lay there for a while after enjoying the sensation. Only 12 needles were used and I’d like to try more next time. I think with more I’d experience more of an endorphin rush. The piercer enjoyed looking at her handiwork while I relaxed.

They took the needles out after a while – I’m not sure how long as I lost track of time. But the entire thing took less than an hour. I could feel the needles drag through my flesh as they were pulled out. But again, it only hurt momentarily. One or two bled slightly, but there was only a negligible amount of blood.

When I sat up, I felt woozy. It was definitely a “high” sort of feeling. I sat and had some water before we moved onto the next activity – MasterDoc gave me a sybian ride. You’ve all read stories about the sybian, this time was no different. I came hard and was lost in lalaland during the ride. I had to lay down after, and wow was that an intense evening! I could have used cuddles after but somehow they got lost in the shuffle. Being held after an experience like that would have been so wonderful. I slept well last night and my back feels totally normal today. (Note: In all fairness, MasterDoc threw his back out fixing the bed I was going to sleep in that night. He wasn’t up for cuddling because he was in pain.)

*At Floating World I had an experience with piercing, but not quite what I wanted.

Mutual Masturbation

Published on December 1, 2009 in anal, consensual non-consent, cunt, fantasy, horny, kink, masturbation, needle play, porn, sex toys, shio, squirting and Uncategorized. 1 Comment

This morning I accidentally posted my brief notes for this blog entry. Hitting “publish” instead of “save draft” resulted in a peek into my creative process. I take notes after events so I have something to remind me of just what went on, so that when I have time, I can flesh things out. Oh well, slip of the mouse.

After yesterday morning’s stressful show, MasterDoc also had possibly lined up a woman who’s local to him who plays with needles. I’ve been keen to try out needle play, you may recall my experience at Floating World. Thankfully, from what I’ve heard this woman is into the design side of piercing and not the “be mean and hurt the fuck out of the sub” side.

Unfortunately, that fell through. We’re supposed to meet her for coffee tomorrow night.

Since I had had countless orgasms earlier in the day, MasterDoc decided that he was going to come. (In the great variations of human sexual response, MasterDoc is one of those men who has trouble coming with a condom on. He’s only come during sex with me maybe once. We get him off via hands.) He put on some hot Japanese porn featuring the ever-popular (in Japanese porn) theme of non-consent. I have to say, while I sometimes worry about non-consent themed porn (Was it really non-consensual? I want it to just be pretend non-consensual.) I do find the idea hot. I liked thinking about putting up a struggle, and then being bound tightly and made to come over and over. I loved the porn and it helped me get into making him feel good. I focused on his reactions as I massaged his thighs and butt. I slowly worked my finger up his asshole. I ran my finger around his anal opening, putting light pressure along all sides of it. I tried to reach for his prostate in the front. I felt very turned on from doing this. When he came he instructed me to remove my finger ever-so-slowly and to press towards the front as I did. He is good at getting really specific about what he likes, and I am well-trained at this point in making him feel good. (But feedback is always useful.)

I was feeling horny after all this. I mentioned this and he gave me permission to masturbate. Hooray! I played with my bullet vibe on my clit and fantasized about physically struggling and being overcome sexually. MasterDoc came over after a very short while and helped by talking dirty to me, holding my legs apart (his forearm acted like a spreader bar between my thighs) and fingering me. I love being fingered, and lately he teases me so much. He ever so slowly touches around my hole. By the time he inserts a finger I’m desperate for it. I was allowed to come at will, and I had a gushing orgasm. I frantically humped his hand as I pressed the vibe to my clit and came.