Neon Wand | Diary of a Kinky Librarian

Interesting comment on my last post: a reader speaks up to say that, contrary to MasterDoc’s opinion, she likes the posts that don’t focus on my sexual adventures. I’m curious to see what the trend is, would you all be so kind as to take this quick survey? Thank you. MasterDoc teased me, asking who I paid to leave that comment. Ha ha. In all seriousness, I like to write in different veins at different times.

Meanwhile, I still have thoughts from Momentum to blog about, but I’d rather a quick sexual adventure recap instead. Two days ago, I put out the neon wand as suggestive advertising to MasterDoc. I set up for sex beforehand. The throe is essential even though I haven’t squirted in ages. I also put out my collar, wrist cuffs, cuff connector, lube, condoms, the Hitachi magic wand, my siri vibe and whatever else catches my fancy or is requested by MasterDoc. I’m encouraged to put out things I’m interested in at that time, but there’s never a guarantee he will use any of them.

We warmed up watching rough sex web porn through the television set. Next thing I know I’m actually riding him on the sofa, facing away in a reverse cowgirl sort of position. (He was seated upright.) All this exercise is paying off – I couldn’t have done that previously. We moved to the bedroom and he secured my cuffs over my head as I lay on the bed.

He went at me with the neon wand. The sex that night was very different. He tormented me with that electrical wand, but it would make me squeak like a mouse when it hurt, and that in turn made me laugh at how silly I sounded. Sometimes the sensation would tickle a little before shocking me. The result was tons of laughter while he tortured me. Who says bdsm is always dark and serious? He made me come with the Hitachi while intermittently shocking me – particularly near my clitoris. It really brought out his sadistic side. I don’t think I’ve ever had so much fun being tormented.

The next night we played a bit rough. I choked on his cock until my jaw was sore (which happens far earlier than I want it to!). When he really pushes my head down onto his cock it turns me on incredibly. He only leaves my throat stuffed with his cock momentarily. He knows that the idea of passing out freaks me out. But I gasp as he pulls my head off his cock and then I immediately seek it out again with my mouth. When my jaw began to tire, he slapped his cock against my face. I’ve worn smudgy eyeliner for sex lately so we can aspire to that “roughly fucked” look with smeared eyeliner. Alas, I don’t truly choke as much as I used to so my eyes don’t tear up much – the down side of getting better at deep throating. As he slaps his cock against my face, I stick my tongue out for him to slap and rub it against. It’s good dirty fun.

He fucked me. (And I came… cue repetition!) He bit me a little during our assignation – something I hope he’ll do more of! As he excused himself to use the bathroom, I felt inspired to get out the bag of clothespins. (We’ve been trying to remember to use toys we haven’t in a while.)

MasterDoc had other plans. I’ve actually wanted a sybian ride lately in light of being less sensitive genitally ~~thanks~~ no thanks to the zoloft. MasterDoc had decided it would be the grand finale. After an initial love affair with the machine, I grew resentful as it became the centerpiece of our nights out. MasterDoc, ever frugal *cough*Jewish*cough*, uses it to nab free entry to some parties. The sybian and I parted ways for a bit. But I think things were rekindled last night. As I orgasmed and humped the machine, I felt like a crazed addict – I didn’t want the sensation to stop EVER and I couldn’t get enough of it. It was fabulous. My pussy was mad when the rest of my body became too tired to come. It was ready to go all night!

Usually MasterDoc cuddles me during sybian rides, but this time he sat back and I leaned on his thigh. The slight distance suited the Dom/sub dynamic of last night perfectly. He could turn the knob (I only like the vibration, not the rotating dildo), sit back and laugh as I was slowly overcome by the gradually increasing vibrations.

I was speechless and grinning afterward. We cuddled, then went our separate ways in the apartment to do our own thing. Life is good.

Note: MasterDoc and I tease and joke about him being Jewish, and therefore cheap, all the time. It’s meant affectionately and I surely know that Jewish doesn’t equal cheap. If MasterDoc didn’t joke about it so much I don’t think I would.

The rest of the week, I had a busy but decent time at work. MasterDoc made me come a lot on Thursday evening just before DeeDee got home. (Actually, the time overlapped a little.) I love when he makes me delirious from pounding me hard and making me come over and over.

Friday night we had something we so rarely have – bad sex. Perhaps bad isn’t the right term for it, but for whatever reason I couldn’t get into it. He was in a rough mood and wanted to cane me, but, quite unusually, I wasn’t in a rough mood. (When this discrepancy in mood occurs it’s usually the other way around.) We played, but I had a hard time getting wet and wasn’t anywhere near coming while he fucked me. It’s such a strange experience the few times this sort of thing has occurred. MasterDoc told me not to worry about it, and for once I managed pretty well to not worry. After all, if someone else was asking my advice on the same topic, I’d tell them not to worry as sometimes things just don’t click sexually. It doesn’t mean anything ominous. We all have “off” nights. Considering how much fantastic sex we have the few times it’s not fantastic are barely remarkable.

I had a girl date the next day with a woman who contacted me on a dating site. She’s poly, identifies as bi but hasn’t done much (if any) dating women yet. We met at a small restaurant in Manhattan (that describes pretty much every restaurant in Manhattan) and had gluhwein – mulled, spiced wine. It was so yummy. I’ve looked up recipes but my lazy ass hasn’t gotten the ingredients together yet. The restaurant was quirky and the food was mostly French or German. I wasn’t sure how the date was going until she brought up my allergy to cats and she mentioned unfortunately she and her husband have two. She said she’d like me to be able to come over to her place sometime though. I grinned broadly. I told her that my level of allergic reaction does vary from cat to cat, and some cause only minimal distress. It wouldn’t hurt to try. The goodbye was my usual hug and air smooch by her cheek. I nearly worked up the chutzpah to kiss her properly just before we parted ways, but it ended up a slightly awkward moment, as I think a moment too late she realized I was trying to go in for an extra goodbye.

I think I need a theme song that will play here on any post where I do the lesbian sheep dance (see paragraph 8 on at the link). Any ideas? I like to think of Joan Jett’s “AC/DC” as my general theme song.

I enjoyed Saturday night with MasterDoc. I’m happy to report the sex was totally different than the night before. We tried the neon wand again, since it seemed pretty weak the first time. I say it’s no substitute for a violet wand really, but it can hurt, so as a toy in its own right I liked it. Not to mention it’s far cheaper than a violet wand. (This makes me think of MasterDoc’s pointing out that there’s a “Dom arms race” on – it seems like dominant men keep acquiring more and more impressive, expensive toys to try to outdo the others. His big purchase was the sybian.

I wore my wrist cuffs which we’ve been doing more of lately. I was over the moon when he decided to cuff my hands above my head, attached to the bed frame. This sort of thing turns me on so much! I have been trying to get him to do things like this for a while. (Maybe next will be a little physical struggle or pushing me up against a wall?) His bed is a large silver frame that looks like so many pipes joined together. It’s ideal for bondage. I’ve tried to get MasterDoc to try this for a long time, but he’s usually not fond of bondage because he wants me to be able to do all sorts of things to him.

We worked around it though. He tormented me with the neon wand for a while, threatening to put it inside my cunt. This panicked me slightly – it was a great mind fuck. I begged him, “Please, please Sir, don’t do that! Please!” I’m sure my wiggling and begging were a delight to him. He pointed out that it’s when the wand is slightly away from flesh that it sparks, and being in constant contact like it would be inside me it probably wouldn’t hurt at all.

He surveyed my position and wondered aloud if he could hold himself in position over my head long enough to get his ass licked. He decided he wouldn’t be able to hold it long enough to make it worthwhile. I’m glad he moved on to a plan b and came over to stick his cock in my mouth. He also lifted up his balls so I could lick them, and he seemed to enjoy even just resting his balls on my face while he stroked his cock.

He fucked me, and it was so hot to know I couldn’t get away. I realized that’s sorta silly since I wouldn’t try to get away anyway! But the helplessness is hot. He fucked me and it was like extra stimulation to have my wrists bound. I came like crazy. Since my arms weren’t free I couldn’t use them to hold my legs up. I worked muscles I don’t usually to keep them up. He made me come repeatedly and I held my legs up without support for much longer than I thought I would be able to do. I had a goofy grin on my face after.