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Nadia’s Surprise

Published on February 1, 2011 in anal, bdsm, bisexuality, blow jobs, bondage, caning, cunt, D/s, edge play, flogging, horny, humiliation play, kink, lesbian, masochism, needle play, nipple clamps, non-monogamy, orgasm denial, orgasm on command, poly, restraints, sadism, sex, sex toys, shio, slut, spanking, squirting, submissive, sybian, threesome and Uncategorized. 2 Comments

MasterDoc informed me on Saturday that he had a surprise planned for me on Sunday. I looked forward to it, but at the same time I was horny and wanted to fool around! I had to be patient Saturday night, but it paid off on Sunday. You see, my surprise was Blondie coming over so the two of them could top me. Rowr.

They decided amongst themselves to do a medical scene. MasterDoc got two of his white lab coats and they each put one on. They took me into the bedroom and secured me spread eagle with the under bed restraints. I giggled a lot as they spoke as if they were doctors who were going to treat me. Apparently the treatment was for the fact that I hadn’t had an orgasm since Thursday.

But before I’d get an orgasm, they played around with clamps and clothespins. When the clover clamps were removed from my labia a few minutes later I let out a scream. Blondie seems noticeably more sadistic than MasterDoc. He had warned me a long time ago that female Doms were vicious. Blondie put a clothespin on my nasal septum – ow! You should have heard me begging to have it taken off. “Ow! Ow! Please take it off! Please take it off! I can’t take it! Please take it off!” I don’t care if that makes me sound like a wimp, it hurt like a motherfucker! After a good amount of torture (including clamps strung from my nipples to my labia) MasterDoc took on the magic wand and made me come. I gushed a ton and it must have been amazing to watch. Unfortunately that meant my throe was soaking wet the rest of the evening.

Blondie took some photos of me in flagrante delicto while bound to the bed. I will post some here when she sends them to me.

They did so much to me and it was dizzying to get so much attention, stimulation and orgasms that I’m sure I’ll leave out parts unintentionally. I hope that if Blondie or MasterDoc read this and remember something I’ve forgotten, they will leave a comment or comments.

My arms were so sore from being held above me (not to mention the fact that I tend to tense up while in bondage and being tortured like that). They let me free and then had me get on hands and knees. MasterDoc inserted two needles into one butt cheek. Blondie, who has training in acupuncture, got to try doing needle play that day (she’s done it on the receiving end before, I believe.). Unfortunately, with her experience in solid, thin acupuncture needles, she inserted the hollow hypodermic needles very slowly. MasterDoc asked later how that was for me – if it was better than his technique. I had to say no. It prolonged the pain in a bad way – pain with the first puncture, the feeling of the needle dragging through the skin and then the pain as the needle came out the skin – and didn’t seem to increase the endorphin rush at all. There was caning. And MasterDoc fingering my ass. And probably another orgasm? As I said, the afternoon is a blur.

I got a brief rest, and Blondie came back in with her strap on. Rowr. She has a nice size cock. I knelt on the bed and she tried to enter me from behind while I sucked MasterDoc’s cock, which was right in front of my face. I had to scoot to the end of the bed and put my feet on the floor so she could get the right angle. It was fucking hot to be fucked at one end and sucking cock at the other. MasterDoc seemed particularly hard. I think I was allowed to come again during this – my brain cells have been scrambled by all the delicious orgasms.

Next, they changed ends and MasterDoc fucked me while I sucked on Blondie’s strap on. I squirted some more, worrying that perhaps I was splashing the carpet a bit. I kept slacking off on the strap on sucking and getting admonished by both of them to keep it up.

We stopped for dinner, which was perfect timing. I was exhausted by this time!

After dinner, I was given the pleasure (“job” didn’t seem the right word) of warming up Blondie for a ride on the sybian. I had her on the bed, fingering her cunt. MasterDoc came in and took over and I started sucking on her tits while he fingered her. The girl let out some of her usual piercing screams of pleasure. In MasterDoc’s building I worry less about neighbors being disturbed by orgasmic shouts – as long as it’s not late at night.

We moved to the living room and I sat in front of Blondie while she rode the sybian. She could lean on me and I got to be up close as she came. It was pretty damn amazing (as always) listening to the noises that are yanked out of a woman as she becomes very aroused and orgasms. MasterDoc ran the controls and it was definitely cool to hold her during the experience. I do have a better understanding now of why MasterDoc enjoys giving sybian rides so much.

As Blondie recovered, I asked if I could get a sybian ride. (Yeah, I know, greedy slut.) MasterDoc started warming me up, then Blondie sat on my other side on the couch and they both played with my body. MasterDoc excused himself to set up the sybian for the next ride and left Blondie warming me up. This was the first sybian ride in a while for me. Blondie gave me some hard caning while I got worked up on the sybian. I asked permission to come, and MasterDoc consulted with Blondie… and she said no I couldn’t yet! Argh! She really is too tough for me. *grin* She wanted me to grind and hump the machine so I gladly obliged, hoping for permission to come. It was eventually granted, and I kept coming and coming and coming. I felt exhausted, but I couldn’t stop coming as long as the stimulation was there. It was kinda hot in a way. I collapsed on the floor for a while after, dazed and content.

Lucky

Published on January 24, 2011 in anxiety, bdsm, blow jobs, bondage, caning, crazy, D/s, depression, emotions, gags, kink, masochism, mental illness, orgasm on command, restraints, sadism, sex toys, spanking and Uncategorized. 0 Comments

Occasionally a Dominant will read this blog and declare that MasterDoc is lucky to have me. What they don’t see is the work that goes into being my Dom and taking care of me. I make no bones about my struggle with depression and some days MasterDoc really has his hands full with me.

Certainly, in some ways he is lucky. But when I’ve slipped into depression and not realized that’s what it is, I can be horrible. The other day I just kept complaining and complaining. If my words were to be believed, MasterDoc can’t do anything right. Thankfully, part way through the day I realized MasterDoc was NOT the issue at all – depression was. Still, it was a hard day for him, but bless his heart he was patient with me the whole time, refusing to give up on me even though I could only see life through a negative lens.

I spent a lot of time alone the rest of the day, in one of his bedrooms. He would check on me periodically and DeeDee even popped in to bring me some tapioca pudding. It was a rough day for me because it was one of those rare times when I don’t just feel depressed, I feel crazy. I don’t want to get into personal details, but rest assured I was nuts and feeling miserable. I wanted to hide until I felt sane again.

Thankfully MasterDoc’s patience helped and eventually I started to feel better. That evening he gave me some delicious orgasms and feeling good physically helped me along mentally. The cuddles and his listening to me unburden the crazy thoughts in my head helped even more.

I’ve been feeling potentially unstable since then, but ultimately keeping my shit together. I had a nice weekend with MasterDoc and DeeDee, and Sunday afternoon MasterDoc and I got some time alone when I wasn’t feeling crazy. He had me blow him while he spoke on the phone, and I enjoyed having his cock in my mouth since I hadn’t had it often lately.

A bit later, he had me lay on my stomach on the bed. I lay over a pillow so my back wouldn’t bother me and the throe was between me and the pillow. He bound me down to bed using the under bed restraints. I’ve sometimes complained that I don’t get enough bondage, and the little bondage fetishist in me was doing a happy dance. He pulled the restraints snug and there was no way I could get out.

He put on my collar, a blindfold, and finally a gag. I have issues with gags that go inside the mouth and unfortunately he chose one. I did my best to remember what he taught me – breathe slowly through the nose. If you breathe too quickly your nostrils pull in and you don’t get enough air. This soon wasn’t enough, however, between a stuffy nose, the blindfold pressing on the bridge of my nose and finally trying to cope with the pain of a caning. It’s impossible to focus your breathing and breathe slowly when crying out in pain.

He didn’t go immediately to the cane, but surprised me by grabbing my ass with one of the vampire gloves I got him for his birthday last year. He swatted my ass with it, ran it up my back. It was a sensation a step away from tickling and a step away from pain. I liked it. He started caning me, and immediately before he checked to make sure I could beg for mercy through the gag. As soon as he asked that, I knew I was in for quite a ride.

He kept caning me past my usual limits. It hurt a lot, but I was able to deal with it because I knew it would end. I knew I would have a lovely sense of calm after it stopped. He would alternate with the vampire glove and every touch was a surprise. Every strike a bit of a shock.

After my ass was well reddened, he grabbed the Hitachi and placed it between my legs. He spanked a bit, I moaned and tried to get my clit in better contact with the vibe. This went on alternating and I could have come quite easily from the vibe but chose to hold off. He took the vibe away and spanked my pussy for a while. Even this was enough to put me near the edge. I finally got out, “May I please come, Sir?” (I had pushed the gag out of my mouth by this point so I could breathe.) He held off a second or two, then let me come. He pushed the Hitachi to my cunt and I kept coming harder and harder.

When he was finished I lay there, still face down, my arms and legs still bound to the bed. It was bliss. I had to ask him to release me a few minutes later because my arms were starting to hurt, secured above my head like they were. He undid my arms and ankles, and I got to cuddle close to him. I love cuddles with him. They feel amazing. Being in his arms was the best therapy I could have. I started this entry talking about how others think he’s lucky to have me, but I know that I’m lucky to have such a wonderful Dom to love and take care of me.

Dark Fantasy

Published on January 15, 2011 in anal, bdsm, bisexuality, blow jobs, bondage, caning, consensual non-consent, cunnilingus, cunt, D/s, dom, edge play, exhibitionism, fantasy, gang bang, humiliation play, kink, masochism, masturbation, needle play, orgasm denial, orgasm on command, piss play, restraints, sadism, sex, sex toys, shio, slut, spanking, squirting, submissive and Uncategorized. 1 Comment

Depression is not helpful for a fun sex life, so I haven’t done anything much with MasterDoc in a few days. (Except for a therapeutic caning Tuesday night that really did seem to lift my mood.) But I’ve been thinking naughty things and figured I’d write a little fantasy. Note: I refer to MasterDoc both as Sir and MasterDoc in this story. The rest of the characters don’t have names.

I can hear people arriving from where I lay in the bedroom. I’m playing with my cunt because Sir has told me to get it ready. I have no idea who is coming into the apartment or what will happen, but I do as I’m told.

I’m fairly close to orgasm when Sir comes in. He gives me a talk, hands on either side of my face, and tells me that I’m not to let him down. I’m to be a good little cunt and do as he says. He leads me into the living room where there’s about three men and one woman. I vaguely know one or two but not the others. I’m naked, except for my collar, leather cuffs on each wrist and ankle, and a leash hanging from the D ring on my collar. Sir leads me into the center of the room with the leash.

He takes a seat in a chair, and motions for me to sit on the floor by his feet. I do so and he starts talking. “Here’s our submissive cunt for the evening. Remember, condoms are to be used for any vaginal or anal sex. You are free to fuck her or make her go down on you as you wish, but you must clear any pain play with me first.”

I don’t know whether to be excited or scared. I’m looked at like a piece of meat laid out for a pack of hungry animals. He sends me around to each of our guests and instructs me to nuzzle their crotches through their pants. I crawl up to where each sits and do as I’m told, catching a whiff of muskiness from each crotch.

After I’ve finished this, he says, “Come back here slut. It’s time we got you warmed up.” These words make me anticipate genital stimulation, but when he grabs the canes I realize that’s not what he had in mind.

My wrist cuffs are joined together in front of me by a carabiner – something too short for me to undo myself. He swats my ass with the canes as I kneel face down, ass up. I hold still when I can handle the sensation but flinch forward when it hurts. The crowd admonishes me to say still whenever I flinch and I do my best. When my ass is quite sore, MasterDoc has me kneel on the floor and take his cock out of his pants with my bound hands. I suck him hard, and when his cock is its full size he grabs hold of my hair tightly. One of the guests says, “Oh yeah, choke her on it!’

He forces my head down so that his cock is entirely in my mouth. I can feel my throat working as I struggle not to gag. I last several seconds, and then MasterDoc pulls my head away as globs of saliva run down my chin and form a string between his cock and my mouth. He does this several times until I’m breathless and a bit lightheaded. Sometimes he slaps my face when he’s pulled it off his cock. I can feel the hands of some of our guests start to grope my body. One hand checks out my wet cunt. Another squeezes a nipple.

I am thrust back down onto the floor but this time on my back. The woman grabs hold of my cuffs and holds my hands above my head. One of the men takes a cane to my thighs and cunt when MasterDoc hands it to him. I figure this was something pre-agreed upon. Thankfully, Sir had passed him the lightest cane we have.

Still, ugly red stripes start to form on my inner thighs. When he smacks my cunt with it I think I can’t possibly handle the pain. One of the men places a strip of duct tape across my mouth so my cries won’t disturb the neighbors. MasterDoc and one of the other men holds my legs apart so I can’t get away from the cane blows.

Just as the pain makes me cry, MasterDoc signals to stop. Our guests back off, and MasterDoc holds me on the floor for a little while, telling me what a good girl I am. I cry softly, but it’s a cathartic release rather than any sadness.

Dinner delivery arrives and I wonder if the delivery person can see me naked and limp on the floor in the living room. My wrists are undone and the tape removed from my mouth so I can get up and serve dinner. I set the table, fetch drinks for our guests. They take liberties in touching me as I move around the table serving. Beforehand Sir told me I would be eating dinner on the floor. One of the men secures my wrist cuffs behind my back, and I have to eat without my hands, out of a bowl. Since leaning forward with my hands behind me would be too difficult, I am graciously allowed to have my bowl on a low stool so I don’t have to bend as far. As the guests eat and talk I’m mostly ignored, until one of them wants to comment on the mess on my face. I think to myself that there are animals with more dignity than I have right then. I eat as best I can. One of the men wipes my face with a warm, wet cloth and then pulls me by the hair until my mouth envelops his cock.

I suck and feel more hands on my body. I’m helpless as my wrists are behind me. I get pinched, poked, prodded. Someone produces a vibrator and holds it to my clit. It becomes so difficult to focus on my work on our guests’ cock that I slow down my efforts. I get my hair yanked and admonished to “Get back to work you dirty whore!” I try to focus but the vibe on my clit keeps distracting me.

My head gets moved around so I can suck all the cocks there. MasterDoc is stroking his cock and sizing me up as to what to do next.

I’m taken into the bedroom, where he lubes up my ass. My wrists are unbound so I can support myself in doggy-style. The woman takes off her clothes and lays down so my mouth is right at her crotch. I’m instructed to lick her pussy well (lest I get punished) and MasterDoc shoves his cock into my ass. He fucks me and I lick the clit and lips of this woman’s wet cunt. She moans and it seems like I’m doing a good job. MasterDoc, however, keeps varying his speed so I get terribly aroused and distracted. I’m desperate to come but I know that it won’t happen quickly tonight.

I had been asking for resistance play sometime, and I was told earlier that I would get it tonight. After a short break, for which I’m thankful, Sir slaps my face and grabs me by the hair. “Time to fight, cunt.” he tells me.

I struggle to get loose but of course our guests join in and grab various limbs. I feel myself forced onto the bed where my cuffs get secured to the underbed restraints. I struggle up until the last moment and at times I manage to slip an arm or a leg away from my tormentors. But in the end it’s useless. I’m spread eagle on the bed, terribly vulnerable. I’m gagged again, and blindfolded this time.

I feel the cool rub of alcohol swabs at various points on my body. MasterDoc gives a demonstration of play piercing to our guests. I get called all sorts of degrading names – fuck hole, pincushion, slut, cunt, bitch – while he pierces me. I get incredibly anxious when I feel him swab my outer labia – both sides. “This is gonna hurt, cunt.” he tells me. He has me breathe in deeply, and then while I’m breathing out he slides a sharp, sharp needle through one of my outer labia. We’ve done this before, but it’s still somehow shocking to have my labia pierced.

Sir strokes my body (and probably some guests do too, I’m not sure since I can’t see) to soothe me before he plants another needle in the other labia. He tugs on it a bit and I moan under my gag. A few more needles go in the skin on my chest, these are a bit hesitant so I wonder if it’s one or more of the guests doing the piercing. I can hear someone’s breath drawn in sharply. They’ve gotten a thrill from piercing me. From making me hurt. One of them says something admiringly about the tiny drop of blood that one of the piercings has brought out.

The needles are withdrawn and I can hear movements. Next thing I know, I’m being fucked by guest after guest. I’m allowed to come during this and keep orgasming too many times to count. The woman goes at me with her strap on. She’s positively vicious with pinching my nipples. The gag is taken off and a cock shoved into my mouth while my cunt is being fucked. The dual action of a cock being shoved into my throat and a cock being shoved into my cunt is overwhelming. Soon I’m gasping and drooling between cock thrusts. The lot of them make me come more than I ever thought possible while taking turns violating my body. I squirt a few times and can feel the throe beneath me soaking wet.

“You said you wanted me to be rougher with you,” says MasterDoc. He rips off the blindfold and I watch him jerk off onto throe. The guests undo my bindings, and MasterDoc shoves my face into his come and rubs me into it. As he holds my head to the puddle of come, I can feel other guys shooting their loads all over my back. I’m a totally come-covered whore. And honestly, it’s bliss.

The guys take me into the shower and MasterDoc commands me to kneel down. I’m sticky with come and they offer to rinse me off. It seems like I’m instantly surrounded and they’re all pissing on me. I cry silently from the humiliation. They all tell me what a dirty piss whore I am.

They leave me, reeking of piss and shivering in the cold tub. The last thing Sir said when he left was that I was allowed to shower. I quickly rinse the piss off my body and out of my hair. I towel off and put my cuffs and collar back on and return to the living room where everyone’s having drinks.

MasterDoc motions for me to sit on the sofa next to him and I do. He puts his solid arms around me and kisses my forehead. “You’ve been a very good slut today. I’m proud of you.” I glow with pride over having been used, abused and come through it feeling amazingly calm. Endorphins rock.

Our guests leave a short time later, all thanking me for the good time. I thank them of course and MasterDoc has me kneel on the floor and kiss everyone’s crotches goodbye.

After they’ve left, we snuggle in bed. I’m exhausted but so very happy.

Fantasy Vignettes

Published on January 4, 2011 in bdsm, blow jobs, bondage, caning, consensual non-consent, D/s, edge play, exhibitionism, fantasy, gags, gang bang, horny, humiliation play, kink, masochism, masturbation, piss play, restraints, sadism, sex, sex parties, shio, slut, spanking, squirting, submissive, swinging and Uncategorized. 2 Comments

Scene 1: I’ve been kidnapped and I awaken tied up, naked, wrists and ankles bound, duct tape across my mouth. He teases and tantalizes my body despite my protests. My nipples receive the clover clamps. He grabs me by the hair and makes me suck his cock after he rips the tape off. He makes me come over and over despite my fighting it. He fucks me while I’m unable to get away because I’m bound.

Scene 2: Struggling with him, fighting him off. Him calling me a whore and other degrading things. Him slapping me around. Him spanking me even when I start getting desperate for him to stop. He could just gag me with duct tape and go to town on my ass with the cane. I could lay over the axis for the beating, and then be in just the right position for a fucking.

Scene 3: He fucks my mouth as I hang my head off the end of the bed. He gags me repeatedly on his cock. At the end, he comes all over my face.

Scene 4: He blindfolds me and lets all sorts of people at the swing club play with me and fuck me. I don’t get to know who fucked me.

Scene 5: I’m intoxicated to the edge of sleep and then fucked repeatedly by a group of men, all orchestrated by MasterDoc. This would be videotaped so I could fully enjoy after.

Scene 6: I have to do my best to move around and do things like suck his cock while my arms are restrained behind my back.

Scene 7: I become his slave for a few hours. I have to sit at his feet. I have to be always respectful or I get the cane. He would use me as he likes sexually. He can make me sit in the corner or tie me to something at a whim. I’d have to get his permission to use the toilet. He would make me wait until I was desperate and begging for it, and then he’d bring me (by leash perhaps?) into the bathroom, where he’d let me pee in the tub through my panties.

Scene 8: I ‘m bound at a party at his place (possibly just hands behind back or perhaps some ankle restraint as well so I have to shuffle along as I walk) and the guests get to play with my naked body as it pleases them. My hands are released for dinner but I have to eat mine out of a bowl on the floor, seated next to his chair, while the guests eat at the table. He later makes me masturbate to orgasm in front of the crowd. With a little luck, I squirt when I come.

Super Slut

Published on December 6, 2010 in bdsm, blow jobs, bondage, D/s, DeeDee, exhibitionism, kink, non-monogamy, restraints, sex, sex parties, sex toys, shio, slut, spanking, squirting, swinging and Uncategorized. 0 Comments

DeeDee was out for the day, helping a friend. So I got some alone time with MasterDoc. I was horny and hoping for a fucking, but I have to admit I was pretty damn happy with what I got. I just got a magic wand controller for review (a rheostat) and we tried it out for its first run. (Review to come later. ) MasterDoc delighted my bondage-loving self by securing me to the bed with the under bed restraints. He teased me for a while considering the controller gave him even more fine-tuned control over the magic wand. (But it doesn’t dial up to the highest wand setting. Totally weird.) When he first pressed the wand to my cunt, I wasn’t wet yet so it hurt sometimes. He tried to push me to coming but I wasn’t ready when he gave permission. I kinda looked at him hopelessly, as if to say I wanted to come but just couldn’t. He pressed on (literally) and before long he had me coming hard. He made me come over and over (squirting like crazy) and left me exhausted after. I was in a happy place and he let me know that it’s good I found my happy place that afternoon as DeeDee was going to be his focus at the party we were going to that night. (She had been away recently and he and I were leaving shortly for a trip together.) I negotiated with him what I could do at the party. I made the point of saying that if I had freedom to go and make my own fun, I don’t mind not being his focus. He granted me permission to fuck without immediately getting his permission before doing so. I pointed out that I would be going in a different head space than usual – instead of docile sub looking to him for all the decisions, I would be in charge of myself and my safety. I would be in charge of speaking up if I didn’t want to do something. Armed with the right mindset I didn’t mind being there semi-solo.

Sometimes I forget the early days when I went to my first sex parties. I went as a single woman and had a fabulous time just fucking as much as I wanted to. While I love being MasterDoc’s sub and slut, I do like having the autonomy from time to time to grab my sexual desires by the lapel. As I got dressed I felt like I was totally hot shit with the weight loss (and my new over-the-knee boots). I’m not usually confident like that, and it felt good.

At the party my usual social anxiety turned up as my being negative about the party. I complained that I was so much younger than most people there. I try not to be ageist (I will be in my 50s + soon enough!) but I mostly go for people my own age sexually. As you know from my relationship with MasterDoc, however, everything has an exception. It’s a matter of clicking with someone and feeling safe around them. After I had a few drinks I loosened up. I got flirty with a guy I was eying since I walked in and he had immediately introduced himself (and got me a drink). We popped down to the basement to see if the violet wand play was still going on. It wasn’t and he and I started making out. (Funny story: MasterDoc went to the basement at the same time to give a sybian ride to someone. He saw this couple making out and thought “Rowr! She’s hot. I gotta get Nadia and DeeDee so I can set up a swap and get with her.” Of course, that “her” was me. Since losing weight I suppose I looked different. It’s incredibly awesome to know that the regular man in your life still thinks you’re hot.)

The guy I was with suggested going upstairs to find somewhere to sit. I suggested we find somewhere to lay down.

Yes, I’m a huge slut. What of it?

As we started making out on the mattress laid on the floor in one of the bedrooms, I discovered his leanings are dominant. Oh boy, we know how weak dominant sex partners make me! There was hair pulling, kissing, fingering me good and hard. I came over and over and over. I’m pretty sure the whole house could hear me (if not the whole neighborhood). He encouraged me to scream. I don’t need much encouragement.

He was good at making me come just as long as he wanted. I’m sure MasterDoc’s work on sensitizing me has a lot to do with it, but I was somewhat dismayed to find there’s more than one man who can force me to orgasm. Why, you may ask? Because as much as I love coming being pushed to the ends of my endurance and be so difficult.

After a million orgasms for me, and a quick cuddle, I gave this guy the best blow job I could and he loved it. When he said he was ready to come I finished him off with my hands (I don’t let guys come in my mouth until I know them really well.) It was a successful interlude I must say.

I got a break from coming and got more food. I ended up chatting with a variety of people (particularly about sex in the library) and then again with the guy I had fooled around with. He seemed smitten. It was nice to experience. He suggested going upstairs to watch whatever might be going on. Alas, DeeDee was resting and MasterDoc was in the loo. But after a bit MasterDoc could be found spanking and fingering the hostess. I watched some and got really hot again. The guy told me to get on my knees and like the slut that I am I knelt and blew him in the hallway.

I said good night to that guy a little later, and started flirting with the hot young guy there (who has a big cock. His scene name reflects his cock size.). I was relaxing on the bed in the next bedroom and the male host of the party started my stroking thighs. He did that dom sort of feeling out a situation by starting to play with my thighs. When I didn’t object he went further. He finger fucked me and jeez my pussy was sore the next day. He fucked me, and the hot guy with the big cock came up behind my head on the bed. I got to enjoy cock choking as my head hung off the bed with him sliding his cock deep into my throat. I was doing so much choking that my nose was runny, my eyes tearing, and my hair a complete mess. I certainly looked like a used slut. Mr. Big Cock fucked me from behind, until I apparently got dry. “Dammit just use lube,” I thought.

I had a great time. MasterDoc came in and fucked me at one point, doggy style, and I loved having him join in. I sucked the host’s cock while stroking Mr. Big Cock with one hand. I was the epitome of slutiness. And I was enjoying every second. I got to come some more with MasterDoc’s permission, and the guys by my face wouldn’t let me get away with sliding off into orgasm and forgetting to suck cock. That in itself was pretty hot.

I wanted Mr. Big Cock to fuck me again, and he had me blow him. The blow job seemed to go on and on and he didn’t get around to fucking me again. He spanked me, it was lacking a little finesse but it made me come. By this time I was thoroughly exhausted. I was so glad to go home. The next morning my stomach muscles were sore from coming so much.

I had a great time.

Cane Stripes and Squirting

Published on November 27, 2010 in bdsm, bondage, caning, cunt, D/s, kink, masochism, orgasm denial, orgasm on command, restraints, sadism, sex, shio, squirting, submissive and Uncategorized. 0 Comments

This week, with so much time spent alone with MasterDoc, has been great. The sex has been amazing. Now I know it’s always amazing, but to get so much of it, all to myself has been divine.

This weekend he’s away visiting another girlfriend, and I don’t really have any plans. I hope to get stuff done that perhaps I’m putting off (packing up things I need to return or exchange). When MasterDoc called me up Thursday to say he’s changed his plans for the weekend (I had expected to see him), I put my new-found effort of being a good sub to the test. I felt grumpy when he told me, but I kept it to myself. Then, I took the time to weigh the issue as soon as we got off the phone – was it worth getting upset over? I realized that no, some time to myself this weekend wasn’t a big deal. I think part of why it seemed like a big deal to me last week is that I had had such a craptacular week at work. This week has been interrupted by the holiday, so I’m in a better place overall.

In the meantime, MasterDoc gave me cane stripes on my inner thighs – and made me come from it. (They’ve sadly faded.) He had secured me down with the underbed restraints. The inner thigh caning teetered on the edge of being highly arousing and hurting. The line was crossed back and forth a few times. I think it still amazes me that I can come from pain. Before I met MasterDoc I only identified as sub. But after a while in my relationship with him I realized that I’m a masochist too. (But I don’t consider myself a pain slut.)

He slapped my pussy to orgasm, and I could hear him chuckling as I squirted and his slaps became wet and splashy. I was coming, so I had no ability to say, “Hey, stop laughing!” Of course, being mid-orgasm I could give a shit about him laughing. My priorities are in the right place – orgasm first.

I rode his cock and came so much after he teased me for a bit. I find that when I’ve exercised before sex my poor hip and thigh muscles get more of a workout during fucking. I can often push myself past where I think can go, just because the feel of his cock inside me distracts me from muscle fatigue. After I came, I kept his cock inside me and got so used to sitting on it that I forgot it was in when I got off abruptly. Yeah, saying, “I forgot it was in there!” is never a good thing to say to a guy. Luckily he knew what I meant.

He was so kind to fuck me from on top since my body was tired out. I felt so turned on that I could feel the head of his cock slide through my vaginal canal in detail. Each time it went by, my highly sensitized cunt was overwhelmed by the feeling of pressure of his cock head. He made me come that day until I thought I’d pass out – a couple of times. He said recently that he wants to try to push me to see if he can force me to come without permission. He was definitely working on that! It felt amazing, but I could manage to pull myself back from the edge enough to not go over without his command but I totally didn’t want to stop myself. I know he knows me well, however, and would know if I came without trying to stop myself. Luckily, he gave the command to come a few times.

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MasterDoc and I will be vacationing in Orlando, FL shortly. If anyone in that area is interested in paying to see our usual show of him dominating me, drop me a line via the form on this blog.

The Next Steps?

Published on November 11, 2010 in analingus, bdsm, bondage, D/s, dom, emotions, gang bang, humiliation play, kink, masochism, musings, piss play, restraints, sex parties, submissive, swinging, trust, Uncategorized and wishing box. 1 Comment

As my D/s relationship with MasterDoc develops, the focus can change over time. When I first met him of course the focus was teaching me precisely how he likes to be pleasured, getting me to remember to say “Sir,” and training my ability to come at his command. On the service side of things he taught me what chores he wants me to do, and how to prepare things how he likes them, etc.

Recently I’ve felt like there’s a shift – the shift hasn’t happened just yet but it feels like a new phase of our relationship is ready to begin. I’ve been contemplating for at least a week now telling him that if he wants me to lick his ass, then I would respect him even more if he made me do it despite my dislike of the activity. I think I’m at the point now where him making me do a few things I dislike (but know full well won’t harm me) is the way to go. Not so much to exercise power, but I think he, as the Dom, should feel free to engage in whatever experiences he would like to – and not give as much concern over what I like to do.* Of course, I’ve hesitated to say anything because I’m worried this is a case of “be careful of what you wish for!” But I feel like I need to take another step into being his submissive on perhaps a deeper level than before. We’re at a point where if he makes me lick his ass I’m not going to consider leaving him. If he pisses in my mouth I’m not going to leave him. I don’t like these activities and hope they don’t become frequent, but I feel like if he’s the Dom then he should use me as he likes.

We’ve watched a lot of porn on theupperfloor.com lately and it’s been giving him all sorts of ideas. The forced exercise I found too painful to watch. I hate exercise but can handle it better if I’m doing it by myself and of my own volition. But the scene where the slave was hooded (and therefore couldn’t see) and forced to scrub the floor while the dominant whipped or fingered her – that was damn hot. Just scrubbing a floor isn’t hot to me. But being in some sort of bondage/blindfolding/gagging and being watched over by the man who delivers such delicious torment to me, that would be hot.

The Upper Floor has also made me crave kinky parties where I could serve and be toyed with by the guests freely. Not only toyed with but perhaps also gang-banged.

MasterDoc and I talked briefly about the idea of things like positions the sub needs to learn and use in certain situations. He was never into that, but I’ve been curious about it and now feels like a time to maybe delve into some of that, to maybe have a little more protocol than we currently have? (We’ve never been big on protocol other than calling him Sir and being respectful and obedient.) I’m also wishing for more bondage in my life.

All this is dependent on what MasterDoc wants and thinks is right. I’m merely expressing my willingness and desire to go a little further into submission and service to him. I feel like I need to be pushed a little.

* This meaning that of course I hope my needs will still be met, but I think he should feel more latitude in making me satisfy his needs even if I find an act distasteful.

Where oh where has my writing mojo gone?

Published on October 22, 2010 in anal, bdsm, bondage, caning, cunt, D/s, flogging, kink, masochism, orgasm denial, orgasm on command, prostate massage, restraints, sadism, spanking and Uncategorized. 2 Comments

I’m having a difficult time writing this week. I’ve been having one of those weeks where polyamory is a struggle. Sometimes it’s an absolute joy, but it can also be a struggle.

I’m on vacation this week, and had expected that I would spend a lot of time with MasterDoc. Plans changed and he spent last weekend mostly with his one non-sub girlfriend (who he only sees about once a month). Then he was going to have a night alone with me when DeeDee went to fetch her daughter for a weekend visit, but her trip got canceled. The result has been that I feel like I’m last. I feel like I have to always be the patient one and suck it up and act all happy no matter what. This isn’t really true, especially not in the extreme way I expressed it just now, but sometimes one’s feelings aren’t rational and accurate – they just are.

I did get to spend time alone with MasterDoc on Monday afternoon. We had a fun time with my new wrist ties (free gift-with-purchase from Liberator when I got a second throe.). He used them to tie me to the headboard; I was kinda hoping he’d use them to secure my arms together. I think sometimes MasterDoc is not only “rope-challenged” but also “bondage-challenged.” He doesn’t always see how bondage can be erotic, he seems to just dwell on how it limits me – in a bad way (“How are you going to suck my cock like that?”), rather than focusing on how it limits me – in a good way. (You can violate me six ways to Sunday, Sir while I’m tied up helpless.) This is merely a difference in how we see the possibilities of bondage. I’ve explained it to him and he seems to be getting a better idea of why I find it so hot.

He used the crop on me – inner thighs, pussy. He had also brought the cane and used it directly on my clit. This isn’t as painful as you would think, as he just used the tip of it and couldn’t get a good “whack” going without potentially missing the mark. He managed to make me come from this stimulation. I never expected I would have an orgasm thanks to being clit spanked with a cane. I’m constantly discovering new turn-ons – and I think that in general many things that aren’t a turn-on with someone else are a turn-on with MasterDoc by virtue of the fact that he’s so hot and knows me so well. He grabbed my hair, which always works. I’m growing my hair in a bit, so he will definitely have something to grab a hold of.

My back has been bothering me lately, so I asked MasterDoc for a back massage. As turned on as I was at that point, the back massage turned erotic immediately. He started massaging my body with his head – he says it’s strangely intimate (though rough on his neck). He rolled and pressed his head all along my back. I thought it felt wonderful and love when he’s creative. I came again from the massage. One of these days he will make me come from a cold start. I can see it coming.

He hadn’t come in a while and he wanted me to make him come with a butt toy. (He was originally going to use one on me, but got distracted. These things happen.) He lay on his side and I massaged his butt and asshole to loosen things up. I lubed him up well, used a finger to massage right inside his anus, then slowly put the toy in. I rubbed my body against his as I put pressure on the toy so it hit his prostate. He stroked his cock at the same time. He told me to come when he did – I didn’t expect it but I came uncontrollably.

Unfortunately, that wonderful interlude was swept away a short time later by the first migraine headache I’ve had in years. With my head throbbing it was impossible to keep the glowing feeling I felt after sex. But MasterDoc took care of me and I tried to sleep through the worst of it.

I saw him again on Tuesday, but even though MasterDoc is one of the most even-keeled people I know, he had an off day. He was worried about something and this made him uncharacteristically distant and grumpy. I enjoyed watching episodes of Dexter with DeeDee and let him have his space.

That evening, he was feeling better and took me in the bedroom. He gave me a good spanking using the paddle, his hands, the crop and the cane. He indulged in some objectification by pulling my ass apart and inspecting my body. He inspected my pussy, commenting on it all the while. He gently pried open my ass and lubed it well. Something slid into my ass, I had a hard time determining which toy it was. Apparently it was a plain silicone dildo. He fucked me with it, and I started to rock back and forth and moan with the desperation of a woman in need of an orgasm. I whine and whimper much like a dog when I’m on the verge and desperate for his permission to come. I wordlessly implore him to let me come.

The teasing ends, he has me come and I came like a banshee. (Do banshees come? I guess I meant I shrieked like a banshee, with pleasure.)

I had hoped for more play later, but after a rough day MasterDoc just wanted to watch the Yankee game. My bout of insecurity started to blossom and unfortunately came to a head the next day.

But all is well now. And he’s supposed to be spending the weekend with me at my place. Hopefully my writing mojo will come back.

Therapeutic Beating

Published on October 15, 2010 in anal, bdsm, bondage, caning, cunt, D/s, dom, flogging, kink, masochism, needle play, nipple clamps, orgasm denial, orgasm on command, restraints, sadism, sex toys, spanking, submissive and Uncategorized. 1 Comment

I’ve been feeling vaguely PMS-y this week. While being on the pill keeps me from full-blown PMDD, I still get some symptoms like the blues, fatigue, frequent urination. (Yes, too much information, I realize that.) When I get to feeling out of sorts like this (but it hasn’t escalated into full-on depression) asking MasterDoc for a beating can be helpful. And he’s always happy to give it to me to prevent my mood from taking a complete nose dive.

He took some time to plan for a change. Usually since we play at home he doesn’t plan things out with me (but does when he goes out to play with one of his casual playmates). I was looking at Halloween costumes online with DeeDee, when MasterDoc reappeared from the play room with the behind the back restraints. Oh my, he thought of them! He put them on me and I sat on the sofa, my hands secured behind me. He came back out a few moments later with the nipple clamps – thankfully the adjustable ones and not the clover clamps. He commented to DeeDee that he took the time to find those instead of the clovers. One clamp was a bit bent (although my opinion is that it still could have worked) so he only put one clamp on. It worked out to either be too loose (and then fall off) or a bit of delicate breast skin would get pinched between the pressure-adjusting screw and hurt like a motherfucker.

He came out again a short while later. He had an alcohol swab and wiped off my un-clamped nipple. Yikes. I didn’t think he was seriously going to pierce it, but then you never know with him, so it made me nervous. He’s been going on lately about being in the mood for needles, and had used a few on my ass a couple of days before.

When he came out to the living room for the final time, he told me to come with him. From his new sofa I could actually get up with the restraints on (previously I couldn’t get the momentum to stand up).

In the play room, he had the spreader bar ready with cuffs attached, and the throe on the bed over the axis shape. He instructed me to lay on my stomach, and I struggled into place with my hands still secured behind. The bed in that room is too soft and I found my face being buried in the mattress, making it hard to breathe. I told him about this and he put a pillow under my head to lift my face up. He asked me to scoot up a little and I struggled while complaining that I couldn’t. He had said to me a while ago that he liked seeing me struggle in the restraints, and I hoped he enjoyed that little bit of struggle.

He attached the spreader bar to my ankles with the cuffs. I was helpless.

He beat me with four different floggers, and the lightest cane. He would intersperse the pain with a quick, intense, Hitachi massage to my cunt. Once I started to really moan he’d take it away and stop. He didn’t hold back on beating me. I was crying out in pain quite often. He flogged my upper back too, barely missing my bound hands. The prolonged infliction of pain gradually brought on an endorphin rush. My pain tolerance seemed only moderate, but I needed to feel the pain of the lash.

He continued to use the Hitachi at intervals. And he used a rough-textured rubber glove on me – scraping my sore ass, pushing into the delicate folds of my pussy as he grabbed me with it. That glove really added to the feeling of being used. That and when he’d pull a little on spreader bar to keep my legs still while flogging me.

I felt cold lube on my asshole, and he thrust a toy into there. He fucked me with it, jiggled it. We haven’t done much anal in months so I loved the feeling. He’d move on to the Hitachi again and I so wanted to come.

He teased and beat me for a good long while, duration being important when I need a therapeutic beating. He had taken ritalin that day and he used the extra energy to beat me with gusto. He used the Hitachi on my clit again and told me to come. As he pushed the vibrator against my cunt I came, moaning like crazy, trying to push back even harder against the vibrations. I liked the feeling of being made to come while bound helpless.

After an extended orgasm, he lay on the bed near my head. I asked him if we could please undo my hands as the position was suddenly uncomfortable without stimulation going on to distract me. My legs remained attached to the bar, but I snuggled up to him. He was a little sweaty, but since it was post bath it was a yummy smell – masculine, salty. Fresh sweat on a clean body can be a sexy smell, particularly when he’s worked up that sweat beating you.

I felt dazed but so much better than I had before. The next day at work, more than 12 hours after the beating, I marveled at how I still felt better from it.

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.