Of the many perks of being a public servant, compensatory days really rock. It means I can get a day off during the week while MasterDoc is off (his schedule is rather different than mine, and we both have unusual schedules due to our lines of work). I earn these days, but it’s definitely a perk. Why am I mentioning this? Since I was off today MasterDoc and I got to go out to the swing club again last night. DeeDee stayed home since she needed to get up in the morning for something.
There were many men and few women when we got there. I found out from the Asian guy who works there that last night was designated “cougar night.” We debated the definition of cougar while MasterDoc was in the bathroom, but I really can’t consider myself a “cougar.” While I’m probably old enough, I don’t go for young guys. Plus, the men around during this discussion were a) shocked to hear I’m in my late 30′s, they thought I was younger and b) none of them were young guys so they were quite happy to hear I’m not into young guys! A fairly cute guy sat on the other end of the sofa from me, and MasterDoc joined in the conversation when he came back. Apparently a guy like him is called a “panther.” We joked about how MasterDoc stays young by fucking younger women.
MasterDoc soon had me get on my knees in the main area and give him a blow job. He was in a rather dominant mood last night. He was very verbal, calling me a slut and telling me to suck it. I’m sure there was no doubt in any of the other men’s minds who was in charge in our coupling. He had me stop after a while and give him a kiss. He said to me, “So you want to fuck that guy.” I blushed, because I hadn’t said this but my body language must have given it away when I was talking to the guy. MasterDoc can read me so well!
He kept me on my knees and gave me a paddling. I hate the wooden paddle! Too bad I’ve lost my leather “slut” impression paddle. The wooden paddle stings like the dickens, and unlike the sting of a cane it’s spread over a larger area. He really gave me a paddling. I was very much his submissive slut last night. I felt a little embarrassed having him mention, in public, the fact that he had pissed on me the night before. I’m sure he was asserting who owns me in that situation.
While MasterDoc stepped out to answer a phone call, the guy I was interested in asked me how “things work here.” I told him that asking permission before touching is the way to go. I further explained that in my dynamic, however, you don’t ask me for permission, you ask MasterDoc. I think this probably intimidated the guy.
MasterDoc returned and soon we set up camp in a back bedroom. I curled up on the bed in my tight dress and sucked his cock. Once he was hard, he fucked me from behind. While teasing me mercilessly during that fuck, he lubed up my ass and slid my Njoy butt plug in. Then he slid his cock back in and talked about how tight I was with the plug in my ass. He made sure to describe in detail what was going on for the benefit of the men around us. I kept my head down and didn’t look to see who was there, but I really enjoyed feeling like his dirty whore. He played with the butt plug and continued to fuck me at varying speeds and depths. He fucked me until I was totally desperate to come, and then let me come. I squirted on the bed. Hopefully those around me could see this. He fucked my ass with the butt plug to continue the orgasm.
We cuddled a bit, and I enjoyed curling up near his cock, between his bent legs. He had me suck him hard again, with the condom still on. He had me get on top for a ride this time, and he made me really work for it. I wasn’t sure if my poor legs could hold out rocking myself back and forth on his cock. Again he teased me like crazy. The guy who I might have fucked watched but was too shy to ask to join in. MasterDoc let me come again as I rode him. I think I squirted all three times I came last night.
My knees were having a hard time with the bed we were on but after a rest I pointed out that I could certainly go for another round. MasterDoc fucked me again with me on hands and knees. There was another puddle on the bed by the time he was done. I was pretty wiped out after this!
We wandered around a bit and another couple came in. The woman was very slim and wearing a short, short dress she pulled up over her ass once she entered the club. MasterDoc and I followed the couple into the back bdsm room. We sat on the bed and watched as he tied her to spanking bench. She wasn’t straddling it in the traditional way but was laying balanced on the top part on her back. Her man teased her body and she pulled a blindfold over her eyes. The guy who works there has met this couple before and he joined in touching her. MasterDoc asked permission and soon he was stroking her lean body as well. I watched the scene, wanting to masturbate but not wanting to encourage the guy sitting on the bed near me (I would have been willing to fuck him, but MasterDoc was too busy to give permission). Soon lots of guys are playing with her body; she had no idea whose hands were where. She stroked cocks around her. Just as I’m getting up to get a closer look at what MasterDoc and her man are doing to her pussy, MasterDoc waves me over to join in. I caressed her body, played with her tits, and MasterDoc had me take over the glass dildo in her pussy. I tried fucking her with it faster at one point, but she indicated she wanted it slow so of course I slowed down. I could feel the wetness from her cunt rub off on my hand when I’d get the dildo in deep. Her guy massaged her clit during all this. She was clearly enjoying the attention from the group that formed around her. I had guys try or ask to touch me while I was there, I indicated no. A little while in to things, a chubby African-American woman starts stroking my legs. I felt fine with this personally so I just checked in with MasterDoc to make sure that a woman touching me was fine by him. (It was.) She went for my pussy and she knew what she was doing. Soon my eyes were closing and my body twitching a bit. I leaned on MasterDoc for support. A guy started fucking this woman from behind while she continued to grope me from behind – while we were all standing. I reached back to stroke the thighs and ample breasts of the woman behind me. And the woman on the spanking bench (it later turned out her name is Rebecca and her husband’s name is Raphael) had quite an orgasm.
Such a scene of utter debauchery, no? I love that I manage to get myself into these situations. Yes, we know I’m a slut.
MasterDoc told me at one point that I could come if I was able, but just around then the lady stopped playing with me. It was fun while it lasted though.
We chatted with Raphael and Rebecca at the bar for a bit. MasterDoc told them about this blog so they will be reading this at one point or another. (We got their preferred blog pseudonyms at that time. What, you didn’t think those were their real names did you? So far only one person, a friend of MasterDoc’s, has appeared on this blog under their real first name.) MasterDoc offered a sybian ride as Rebecca had never had one, and I talked up how amazing it is. MasterDoc exchanged phone numbers with Raphael and when we left they had an open invitation to come to MasterDoc’s for a “horsey ride” for Rebecca.
What an evening! I had a great time and got well fucked.
Yesterday was “Cane a Slut Day.” Haven’t heard of it? It’s just been created this year from an offhand remark that @justonyx made on twitter, and his partner @scarletlotus ran with. I let MasterDoc know as I was sure he’d want to participate.
MasterDoc invited DeeDee and I into the bedroom. He gave her a spanking for holding back from an orgasm he was making her have when I walked in, and even got the cane out. She hates the cane. (I’m the cane slut.) I think DeeDee is struggling with MasterDoc having so very much control – he can make her come with pretty much no warm up, and this can be tough for an independent woman to deal with when getting into submission. (I sometimes bug out over how much control he has over me.) I watched MasterDoc with DeeDee and it was quite arousing seeing him be all dominant. He made her come again and it’s amazing watching a woman in the throes of a really good orgasm.
MasterDoc started talking about pissing on one of us and caning her at the same time. Like many dominants, he has a healthy sense of competition. He wanted his “cane a slut day” contribution to be something above the rest. While DeeDee and I often argue in support of each other, last night the theme was more along the lines of “Do It To Julia!” I found myself saying, “Oh thanks!” sarcastically after she’d sold me down the river. Of course the good thing is that reacting that way (“Do it to her!”) in front of MasterDoc can very well earn you the very thing you’re trying to palm off.
DeeDee asked to be excused and managed to get it granted, but somehow MasterDoc and I ended up in the living room with her shortly after. She started doing some mindfuck to me, and I indignantly (and somewhat jokingly) said, “Hey! I didn’t sign on to get mindfucked by you!” She’s really getting into her switchiness. She kept pushing things along with MasterDoc’s plan to cane and piss on me. At one point, exasperated, I blurted out, “I’m going to hit you!” Not that I would ever really do that. But it’s the sort of impulse you get when frustrated with a friend selling you down the river. However, it was all done in good spirits.
MasterDoc and I retreated to the bedroom, and I cuddled up behind him on the bed. I started stroking his body and getting all hot – touching him now gets me so turned on. I could feel myself grind my pelvis into his ass as I clenched my thighs together to provide some pressure on my aching pussy. He got turned on as well, and he fucked me. While he fucked me, I was fully aware of how minutely he can control my reactions and arousal. He varies speed, depth, etc. to bring me to the edge of orgasm over and over again, but he not only has that power at work but also the fact that I won’t come without his permission. He can torment me into being desperate for orgasm but also keep me from coming for a while. When he told me to come my body instantly convulsed and I could feel my pussy clench around his cock. I was pretty wiped out after the fucking.
We had a little break, but only because he wasn’t ready to piss yet. Yes, the whole caning while being pissed on thing wasn’t just a threat. He guzzled some water in preparation and when he was ready he took me into the bathroom. Thankfully he let me have a toy, and he had me warm myself up while standing in the bathroom. He wanted me ready to come when he put me into the tub. I was going to kneel on a towel to make kneeling on the porcelain more comfortable, but he pointed out that it would be soaked with piss in short order – and it was my towel I was going to use to dry off after all is said and done. I put the towel back.
I knelt in the tub, facing the end of it. The cane came down on my ass for a couple of swats before I felt the warm liquid of his piss. I’m half ashamed to say I came really hard the second he told me to come. I hate, hate, hate admitting it, but him making me do terrible, dirty things is so fucking hot. I really love being his dirty slut. He left me to wash off, and he took the pee dampened cane into DeeDee. He made her suck on it. (Eww!)
He came back into the bathroom while I was drying off from my shower and pointed the damp cane at me. Eek! He poked my lips with the tip a little and I recoiled at it being damp. I couldn’t handle the whole piss near my mouth thing.
He had me wash the cane, and I gave it a thorough rinse. Then, he made me sniff it. I was hesitant because of the pee, but he pointed out that if I cleaned it well it would be fine then, right? Argh!
Back in the bedroom, he held the cane up to my mouth. I was disgusted but surprised that I opened my mouth without a direct command. I knew it was what he wanted. He placed it in my mouth and made me close my lips around it. Eek! I was squicked, but I reminded myself that it was cleaned off. And well, piss is sterile. But, ick.
So our new friend – I didn’t get into the blog thing much so I have no idea what alias she’d like – and I prefer giving people the choice of their blog name. So I think I’ll still refer to her as “new friend” until (if) I can suss out what she wants to be called here.
She wrote a sexy, smart, fun ad on craigslist looking for a couple to Dominate her. She sent MasterDoc a picture – and is really cute. And while I so often feed on other people’s insecurities, I didn’t get the feeling from her that she had any issue with what she was doing there with us – and it was easier for me to join in than it usually is. (MasterDoc indicated that on the surface it didn’t look too different, but I really felt a difference in my comfort level.) Also, I worry that cute, young, thin people will look at me, or MasterDoc or DeeDee, and think one or more of us is too old, fat, unattractive, etc. I not only sell myself short, I sell my loved ones short too. (Horrible isn’t it? I mean, if I find them to be fucking hot why don’t I believe others will too?? Again, I buy too into the narrative that says you have to be young, thin, beautiful to be sexy. Dammit Nadia, stop that!)
I actually agreed, pretty easily too, to wear the maid costume yesterday. It seemed like it would fit the situation and indeed it did. DeeDee was in Domme mode and had on a fabulous outfit. (A red and black mesh fishtail sort of skirt and her black corset. Nice!) While there were times when it felt like we were playacting, I think that’s really what we wanted – to fulfill our fantasies. To not be totally “ourselves” the whole time. We clicked well on an “ourselves” level, but we also had great fun indulging our perversions.
As I said earlier, with this woman somehow I picked up that she was keen to fuck and be kinky like I so often am. I didn’t have doubts about her desires like I do around so many women. MasterDoc and DeeDee said they had a hard time reading her and seeing her get aroused initially, but I picked up on the subtle changes in her breathing or reactions. (MasterDoc is usually the master at this, but I guess I just clicked with her in that way a little more.)
MasterDoc got her on the bed and spanked her for a bit. He caned her a little too, something she hadn’t experienced before, and he of course kept it to a minimum. (She also mentioned that her non-kinky boyfriend wouldn’t like seeing her really marked up. He doesn’t get the sense of it being sexy like us kinky freaks do.) At some point he ended up spanking DeeDee and making her come.
We had put the underbed restraints on the bed before she got there, and MasterDoc had me help put her in the restraints. This makes me think back to the first time I played with MasterDoc alone, and I ended up restrained on his living room floor thinking, “Gee, I hope my impressions of him being safe are spot on, or I could be in deep shit!” Thankfully they were spot on, and maybe my presence and the trust I so clearly have for him can help convey this level of safety to other women who come play.
The details of this interlude are fuzzy like intense sexual experiences often are. I know that I used the gigi vibe on her body – teasing her breasts, belly, and pussy. I allowed myself to get into enjoying playing with her, and as a result this was probably far hotter for her than me being shy would have been. I can’t recall if we made her come with the toys just then – or after a short break. MasterDoc left her bound in the bedroom for a few minutes and spoke to DeeDee and I out in the living room. Then he and I went back in.
I went down on her, and I think I’m finally getting over my stupid hangups about giving oral sex to women. It’s so sad that I haven’t let myself enjoy it because I’ve been fed the notion that women’s genitals are “smelly” or “dirty” my whole life. Fuck that. Eating pussy can be really fun and hot.
Perhaps this is when we took over really working her body over – MasterDoc lubed up the gigi and put it inside. I used the magic wand on her clit. We took turns pounding her with our fingers (not an easy thing to do, but she reacted the most to that). Ultimately we made her come as she lay tied down on the bed.
I was feeling patient and secure for once – while I was horny and wanted orgasms I was truly able to trust that MasterDoc would see to me sooner or later. I immersed myself in enjoying the hot perversity going on around me, and didn’t require the focus to be on me.
I teased MasterDoc at one point and he decided to cane me. Once his attention turned to me, he realized that I hadn’t come yet, and before putting our guest on the sybian, he gave me a ride. Yummy! The unyearned for orgasms are sometimes the best – the surprise satisfaction you’re given while you’re being patient and not self-centered. I squirted like a fountain, came violently, and I’m sure impressed our guest. I had to lay down after, and DeeDee was so very kind to clean up for me.
I felt fucking great. It was time to get our guest on the sybian. MasterDoc gave her a ride while DeeDee spanked her (though MasterDoc didn’t think it was hard enough) and pressed against her. (I forgot to mention that DeeDee did the same to me – it was really hot but nearly anything could have been done to me at that point and I would have found it hot.) It took a while, but she came hard and came away from the experience agreeing that the sybian is fucking awesome. She even squirted for the first time!
She and I hung out chatting while DeeDee and MasterDoc ended up in the bedroom again. We could hear DeeDee coming, and while I’m usually an insatiable slut at that point in time I was ready to hang out and chat. That’s the type of friend with benefits I want – one I can hang out with and have intelligent conversation with – not just fucking.
Our new friend had to get going, so we said our goodbyes. I let her know that I hoped she comes back. We’ll see what comes of it. Although MasterDoc is concerned we focused too much on her pleasure and not enough on her use.
A little later, I was still sooooo horny. And this week I’ve only just come to realize that I repress a certain percentage of my horniness because once MasterDoc is done having sex, I figure I should be happy with what he gives me. But this isn’t the smartest move as I’ve started feeling resentful that a man with three girlfriends isn’t giving me as much sex and play as I’d like. It’s truly okay that he sees other women and has fun with them, but my sexual needs aren’t being met 100% – despite sex with MasterDoc being the best fucking sex I have ever had in my life. I’d be thrilled to have even more sex with him, but since he is so very poly, I realize that I need to find another person to help finish meeting my sexual needs. It’s definitely not that MasterDoc is inadequate – I repressed so much because I love him and last thing I want him to feel is inadequate. But like him, I like fucking a variety of people. Plus I’m in my late 30′s and like most women my age I’m phenomenally horny. When he was younger he did some weekends of just fucking, eating, sleeping, repeat, but I don’t think it’s where he is in his life just now. But it’s where I am. And I’ve realized I should find that – the wonderfulness of being poly is that I don’t HAVE to rely on MasterDoc to meet every single little need or desire I have.
So we had a little libido dissonance – MasterDoc was ready to relax after having a whole long sexual interlude. This was not unreasonable. But I was still insanely horny. I still crave a lot more involved and creative sex than he’s been up for lately. (I’m dying for bondage. I seriously need someone to make me feel helpless and come. I was craving intoxication play last night – anything to make me feel helpless. That’s one of my many kinks – feeling helpless and having someone fuck me in that state (when it’s consensual) makes me really, really hot. I want someone to do a big elaborate scene Domming me. I crave this. I don’t crave another D/s relationship – I crave a playpartner. I’m happy with MasterDoc as my Dom. But I want to be doing more.
He likes to make sure I’m satisfied, so he did eventually get in the mood and he fucked me. I loved it. I went to bed so very happy.
(I had a lot of struggle with whether he was doing it just to make me happy. I never want a partner to have sex with me solely because I want it – I’d rather be horny and frustrated than feeling like I pressured someone into something. He had to convince me he WANTED sex too. He just wasn’t starting from the same horny spot I was in.)
This is going to be a long entry. Not only did I have hot, kinky sex I want to share with you, I also had some realizations that I’m excited about too. (Ultimately, I’ve decided to make my brains’ masturbation one entry, and the actual sex another.)
I had a wonderful time yesterday – and had some revelations on what polyamory is to me. MasterDoc is poly in the sense that he likes having multiple romantic relationships concurrently. I’m poly in the sense that I prefer having one main emotional, romantic relationship and lots of friends I hang out with and fuck. Neither way is wrong, they’re just two of the many ways a person can be polyamorous. I would certainly feel affection for and care about my fuck buddies, but it would be without the intensity of a full-time relationship. I need a way to get my insane sexual needs/desires met, but I’m not really looking for another relationship. I’ve been going about things all wrong. I’ve been looking on okcupid for a woman to date. I should be looking on craigslist for a woman to FUCK.
I think I hesitate to admit that sort of thing, because then I come across as a stereotypical bisexual woman. But fuck that, I may be a bit of a stereotype at times, but I should go for what I want. (And like most stereotypes, I’m not 100% of the stereotype anyway. I can fall in love with and have a relationship with a woman, but I’d much prefer a female friend who loves to fuck and hang out with me.) I worry that I make other bi women look bad by fitting the stereotype – but there are plenty of bisexual women who can have romantic, emotional relationships with women (monogamous ones even!) but I’m not one who wants that.
Kinda hard to admit what you want is what has been vilified. It’s really hard to know that the lesbians who won’t date bisexual women will look at me and say, “See! She’s why I won’t date bi women!” I am not, however, all bisexual women. I am just me.
Yesterday we had over a woman MasterDoc found on craigslist. Just reading her ad made me think she’s a kindred spirit – and meeting her cemented that. I found myself feeling so excited to meet her, but I didn’t want to show it because while here she told us about a woman who got too clingy and she had to stop seeing because that’s not what she wants. The thing is, I’m so excited about meeting her BECAUSE she doesn’t want a relationship with a woman. To have a partner in crime who is bisexual, horny, kinky and adventurous would be fabulous. She’s smart, has an offbeat sense of humor – definitely the kind of person I want to be friends with. I’m hoping she’d be up for the same, but I realize that I have to be laid back about it lest I come across as wanting more than I actually do. But I would just like to be able to call on her and say, “Hey I have a night alone, want to come over, hang out and fuck?” And if she’s free that night (she does have boyfriend, and I think that should come first just like my relationship with MasterDoc comes first for me) then she can come over, chill out and get freaky.
It was so exciting to have that epiphany. I hold back from dating others for many reasons despite feeling frustrated and like I need more sex and more companionship, and I’ve realized that one of them is that I don’t want another emotionally intense, romantic relationship. I want a fuck buddy, a friend with benefits. Time to re-evaluate my dating strategy.
My other grand epiphany has been developing over the past week or so. We’re all so mired in the “stories” that society tells us, that even progressive feminists can fall prey to the narratives we’re told – despite them not being true. I’m often intimidated by thin women. (And I started feeling that way with our guest – she’s quite slender.) I think that thinness is so beloved in our culture that why would someone who has that want me? But that’s bullshit. I like a lot of different people – and someone being smart, funny and sexually adventurous is FAR MORE important to me than them fitting a societal body ideal. And why the fuck can’t I accept that there are thin women who feel the same way? I have such terrible self-esteem most of the time, that it had never occurred to me before – I am one of those smart, kinky, adventurous, fun people I think are so fucking sexy. Why the hell wouldn’t other people find me sexy? Sure, no one is ever going to be attractive to everyone, but I don’t give myself enough credit for my good points.
At one point I was chatting with our new pal (I’m hoping she’ll come back, she was loads of fun) while MasterDoc played with DeeDee in the next room. And I told her about the realization I had recently through a thread on fetlife and talking to someone on twitter – misogyny and the hatred of women’s bodies is so widespread that thin women deal with tons of shit about their bodies too. In the feminist movement these days we focus a lot on fat positivity, but we often do it in a way that reacts negatively to our sisters who more closely fit the “perfect” body. I forget, however, that the “perfect” body is so fucking specific that even someone who seems to fit it more closely than me can suffer from worries that they’re not the “perfect” one. Sure thinness is desired, but so are big boobs – and plenty of thin women have smaller breasts. We want this “perfect” combination of ultra thin yet curvy – and that’s not a look most people’s bodies fall into naturally. Also, I lose sight of the fact that even if someone does fit this norm, it doesn’t mean they buy into it, it doesn’t mean they can’t like me. Sure, some people are body conscious and only want to fuck other “hot” people, but I can’t assume because a woman is hot that she won’t find me to be very sexy or she can’t struggle with her own sense of body-positivity. (I need to realize this about men too.)
I’ve been so fucked up by the pervasive culture we live in that I have lost sight of these things. And when I told our new pal this yesterday she enthusiastically agreed with me that thin women get all sorts of shit about their bodies too. Misogyny is an attack on women, and part of the attack strategy is to make chubby women think that thin women are the enemy. I’ve often rejected a thin, pretty woman before she had a chance to reject me – and stupidly have ruined chances with women I might have had a great time with. I have no concept of a hot woman wanting to fuck me, but Jesus, aren’t I selling myself short? I’m buying into the societal narrative too much myself.
We had such a wonderful adventure with our new friend yesterday (I keep hoping friend is the right word – it could turn out to be a one-off but I’m hoping it’s not) that it merits its own entry. Coming up next: the hot sex foursome.
Friday night I was excited to go to the swing club with MasterDoc and DeeDee. It had been a while since I had been there, and I have fun with them when we go together. I was feeling really horny and really up for some adventure – in other words I wasn’t having any sort of hang ups about my sexuality like I occasionally do. (Strangely, MasterDoc was not feeling the public sex thing so much.) We started getting sexual and a guy, a nice looking one at that, came into the room and asked if he could watch. Of course MasterDoc said yes. He was even thinking that the guy was attractive and I’d probably like fucking him. Too bad he fucked it all up.
MasterDoc was making out with me, DeeDee was kneeling on the floor blowing MasterDoc. And this fucking idiot grabbed at DeeDee – not an innocuous, testing touch on the shoulder or something – no, he grabbed her cunt. MasterDoc was suitably pissed off and told the guy directly to fuck off and leave. Hopefully he learned a lesson in respect and consent that night. I didn’t see the guy again for the rest of the night – I have a feeling he left after being told off like that and fucking up so badly.
We ended up moving into the next room where the air conditioning wasn’t quite so cold and there is a larger bed. MasterDoc teased me, and DeeDee played with his ass as he did so. I was really worked up and eager to be fucked.
Now, I learned something that night – a couple – one that DeeDee and I found to be pretty repulsive – climbed onto the bed with us and started fooling around with each other – and reaching over to touch me every so often. I had such a hard time staying turned on because I really didn’t want that guy touching me. I was really unhappy that MasterDoc didn’t stop him. Turns out that in traditional couples’ swinging that’s what you do – you plop on the bed next to someone and the women start to mess around with each other. I didn’t know this. While MasterDoc got me up on all fours and fucked me, I had a hard time staying with the pleasure because that creepy guy was touching me. If I was there as a single woman and non-submissive, I would have told him to stop. But as a sub I’m expected to let MasterDoc control these things. And at times like that it fucking sucks.
But MasterDoc fucked me hard, with a lot more pounding than usual. DeeDee groped me and focusing on them I managed to enjoy myself and come really hard (and squirt).
We gathered our stuff and went for a drink. Sitting on a sofa in front of the bar (it’s byob but they provide soda, juice water, etc.). MasterDoc started playing with DeeDee and he had me get out a vibe. I pulled out my nea since I know she loves it. Since I’m one who knows how to turn it on, I started using it on her nipples then cunt once I got it vibrating. She closed her eyes and got really aroused. I opened her pussy lips to get it right against clit, which she really liked. MasterDoc told her to come, and with both of us working her over she came really hard. MasterDoc took over the nea, and then started slapping her pussy to make her come. DeeDee was in her happy place although I think orgasming like a slut from being pussy slapped can make her feel too slutty.
I watched some of the porn that was on, and I realized that sluts are sexy because they enjoy having sex. We’re socialized to think slutty=bad, but dammit, sluts have the best time!
I noticed that there was an unusual amount of cute guys at the club that night. I was so up for sex that I managed to smile confidently at a hot Asian lady and her gentleman. She seemed interested, he wasn’t. Boo. She commented on my collar and it was one of various things that led us to think that there was a D/s dynamic to their relationship.
Now I not only looked out for hot women to share with MasterDoc, I also noticed the cute guys. Since I was feeling especially horny and slutty on a night with cute guys, I thought that things intersected perfectly to try to get that gangbang MasterDoc has promised me for forever. MasterDoc sometimes doesn’t know who I’ll find cute and who I won’t. There was a skinny hipster guy with longish hair and a beard who MasterDoc thought I wouldn’t like. But damn, I thought he was cute. (I’m not really sure of his ethinicity if he’s hispanic or asian or some combination thereof. Mr. Hipster played around with DeeDee after getting MasterDoc’s permission while I played with MasterDoc’s spot. An attractive guy came over and sat on the floor in front of me and offered to give me a foot rub. Turns out he’s a submissive (and a foot fetishist) and so he was easy to talk to. We pointed out that DeeDee is the switchy one and after my foot rub he gave her one at her request. While DeeDee had his attention, MasterDoc made me come with his fingers right there in front of everyone one. I felt so fucking hot. All these attractive guys were looking at me like I was the hottest thing on two legs – and in a way I was. I enjoy sex. I don’t hide it. That’s fucking hot. The hipster guy came closer expressing interest and a cute metrosexual guy with hip glasses too. (Goodness knows I had been giving them the eye and encouraging smiles.) MasterDoc let them touch me and soon the hipster was playing with my tits while I stroked his cock and the metro guy was massaging my thighs and cunt. To my glee, MasterDoc decided to let me get fucked like I desired. He made me say what I wanted loudly – which is damn hot in and of itself.
We wander off to the exhibitionist room and I stroked metro guy to get him hard and he grabbed a condom to be ready to fuck me. MasterDoc checked in with DeeDee and left her in charge of herself. (She got cunnilingus from foot guy, which of course led to lots of fabulous orgasms.)
Metro guy fucked me with him on top, and it felt great but he was so turned on by me (lil’ ol’ me??) that he came pretty quickly. Next hipster fucked me, after asking MasterDoc if he could put me in doggy style position. He lasted much longer and I came, face buried in MasterDoc’s lap as he tells me “good girl.” MasterDoc had me suck his cock, and he made me keep my head down before a third guy started fucking me. Third guy had wiry pubic hair and kept slipping out – not a great fuck. Plus I worried that he would skeeve me since MasterDoc made me not look at him – but I got a look afterward and while he wasn’t as “cute” as the hipster and metrosexual, he seemed like a nice guy and someone I felt comfortable with.
I really enjoyed blowing MasterDoc while being a well fucked slut. A lot of guys watched the whole scene and one or two expressed interest in being next. MasterDoc got one guy to hold the flashlight and highlight the fucking and blowing going on. DeeDee came over at that point and we took turns blowing MasterDoc.
We called it a night at this point, and I was a very happy slut. It’s funny how people try to say that slutty women have low self-esteem – I get far sluttier when I feel confident and love myself.
Last night we attended a kink party run by a Master whose parties we’ve been to a few times. MasterDoc has been providing his sybian in exchange for our entrance to the party. While it’s wonderful having the sybian there sometimes it’s a drag because MasterDoc gets asked to run the machine, rather than spending time playing with me. I love watching women on the sybian, so a certain amount of this is just fine and dandy, but it’s hard to feel ignored for an extended period of time. Luckily MasterDoc checks in with me and he made sure that I wasn’t left to my own devices too long. Part of the issue I’m sure is my shyness. If I was more outgoing and would go chat with people then maybe I wouldn’t feel so lonely when he doesn’t have his attention on me.
MasterDoc dropped me off with the sybian and our toys so he could park the car without having to lug the sybian far. I went with the organizer and set up the sybian, then I opted to stay in that back room by myself because I was feeling especially shy – and I had gotten into subspace pretty quickly. I wore my collar and sat patiently waiting for MasterDoc. With my leather waist cincher on I sat up straight with my hands demurely in my lap. A couple of men spoke to me a little, but for the most part I was on my own.
While I was sitting there, I realized that part of submission for me is to let go and be taken care of. I felt really like I needed MasterDoc there for me to function well. It’s not an easy way to feel – I felt helpless. But there’s something about dropping my defenses so totally and letting him be in charge that is soothing. I love when he takes care of me. Thankfully my neediness last night didn’t seem to annoy him – I realize that sometimes neediness can be overwhelming and can hamper the enjoyment of the night. But he seemed to be firmly in “take care of Nadia” mode himself, so it worked out well.
There was an adult baby there, and MasterDoc saw this as somewhat sexy for the first time. While being a baby is not my thing, I have to admit that where I didn’t understand age play at all until about a year ago I now realize that it would be lovely to be a little girl for a while. To be nurtured by the loving adult (my Dom). To be guided by him. I felt adrift for much of my childhood, and so it’s not surprising that getting that sort of attention as an adult would seem appealing to me. I often couldn’t rely on my mother – emotionally mainly – and being able to truly trust and rely on someone just sounds super special. If you think like I previously did, please know that age play is not at all about playing with actual children. It’s about being able to be in a head-space where one of you regresses for a while and the other is the nurturer (or disciplinarian, whatever you agree upon). You’re both always consenting adults and this is key. It’s a form of role play, and I think we all know that it can be hot or fun or comforting to play a role that we don’t live in real life. (Think of someone who’s straitlaced in real life getting to role play a raunchy prostitute. She doesn’t become a prostitute, but she gets to enjoy, for while, being wanton like she envisions a prostitute to be.)
While I waited for MasterDoc at the beginning of the evening, I chuckled at myself when I realized what a stereotype I am – I’ m a mild mannered librarian by day and a sexual freak at night. At a kink party you see people as these sexual, exciting, kinky people, and you forget that during their day to day lives they’re probably as ordinary as everyone else. During the slave auction, a submissive male who is a doctor in real life was being auctioned off. (Not to mention MasterDoc being on the other end of the D/s spectrum and a doctor as well.) Being a kinkster is just part of a whole, but it’s such a relief when you can express that part and integrate it with the rest of you. Keeping it totally hidden is so hard.
When MasterDoc got there, he found me and we cuddled a bit. I told him how I was feeling exceptionally shy and he had me suck his cock since he knew that would make me feel better. Ha ha. It actually did as it got me out of my head full of worries and into doing something hot. This didn’t last long unfortunately as he needed to use the bathroom, but it was a nice interlude all the same.
Our friend V. was there with a friend of hers. She doesn’t have any marks from the beating MasterDoc gave her on Monday, but my ass is still pretty bruised from him giving me a similar beating on Tuesday night. It was good to see her. Her friend seems nice enough but the poor guy is going through a rough marriage breakup, so he’s dealing with a whole lot of unpleasant emotions right now.
I was clutching to MasterDoc’s arm while we all talked. I was a bit off to the side so I missed bits of the conversation, which I was kind of thankful for when some sort of evil idea was suggested to MasterDoc and he ultimately decided not to do it to me. (“I don’t know what you were thinking and I don’t think I want to know!”) MasterDoc got out the Gigi vibe and made me spread my legs. Very few people were playing so early in the evening, and we were in a somewhat well lit area. My shyness and nerves impeded progress a little, but ultimately I shut my eyes and let him get me worked up with the vibe. I actually spoke up to let him know that I wanted him to hold it more firmly against my clit. He made me come in front of so many people, telling me I’m a good girl the whole time. It was lovely.
MasterDoc had had me pack a bondage outfit I dreamed up a while ago. I was excited that we were going to finally use it, but alas we didn’t around to it. The idea is for me to be in my waist cincher, the behind the back restraints, gagged, Njoy butt plug up my butt and nipple clamps on my nipples. I’m keeping up hope we’ll use it sometime soon.
I can’t really complain though. I got to see a very sexy Bosnian woman take a sybian ride. It’s fascinating how much I can get aroused and enjoy the sybian ride vicariously. I totally had the hots for this woman, but she’s a submissive to the party organizer, and while very friendly she mostly stayed with her sister subs. I felt bad for her, as her Dom likes lengthy orgasm control – so she got a sybian ride but was not allowed to come for a very long time. I am so lucky that MasterDoc is not into any sort of long term orgasm control.
After her ride, things broke up around us a bit, and MasterDoc checked in on me. While during her ride I was perfectly happy watching, after I started feeling sad that the organizer was lining up more of his women for rides – when we walked into the back room initially the intention had been to give me a ride. MasterDoc acknowledged that this can be hard, and since everyone else was busy elsewhere, he gave me my ride then. Before long I was screaming in orgasm and humping the machine. I flailed around, grabbing onto MasterDoc and the chair he was sitting on. I could feel him laughing a bit as I totally lost control. I buried my face into his chest and thrashed around. It feels so good that I want it to last forever, but it’s also physically taxing so I eventually feel like I can’t take any more.
I lay down on the mat beside the sybian after, and MasterDoc gave me some wonderful aftercare and cuddles. I rested for what seemed like a good long while.
After I got up, another lady came for a sybian ride – this one being one of the sub sisters of the woman I had the hots for. The woman I had the hots for asked if she could hold her sister while on the sybian while MasterDoc ran the sybian from off to the side. He of course agreed to this (one of the things I love about him is that he puts the comfort and pleasure of the women above whatever hankering he may have for having a sexy woman grab on to him). That sybian ride turned into one of the hottest things I have ever seen. The sister starts suckling on sexy woman’s full breasts, and after a bit works her way down to going down on her – while still getting a sybian ride. Fucking hell! I had a ringside seat to tremendous hotness. I craved joining in, but of course not knowing either of the women I didn’t just jump in. I eventually got over my shyness and asked the sexy woman if I she would mind if I played with her tits. She replied, “No, not at all.” Rowr. I tugged on her nipples, sucked the nearest one and did my best to add to the pleasure of this curvy woman.
It was damn hot.
When MasterDoc got asked to give another ride, I realized that with V. there I could go visit with her rather than feeling neglected or bored. I asked permission to go find her and of course it was granted. She was being flogged by her friend when I found her, so I sat nearby and watched until they were finished. (Their play came to a close when nearby a submissive male allegedly touched a Domme’s ass without asking and she went ballistic on him. And as a feminist I think it’s damn wonderful that there are dominant women who will put out of line men in their place. She was firm, she was clear and I bet he would think thrice before doing anything like that again. Permission guys. You need to get permission.)
I hung out with V. for a few minutes and MasterDoc appeared after the sybian ride. It was getting late and while I loved my time being around perverts, it was time to head home. We packed up our stuff and I waited outside with the toys until MasterDoc brought the car around.
I went home a really happy camper. Oh sure I felt disappointment at not having been bound in the behind the back restraints and led around the party. But I had had such a good time that I didn’t want to mention this and make MasterDoc think I was in any way unhappy. We got to bed around 4 a.m. and slept til noon.
I’m so lucky – I had mind-blowing sex again last night.
This time it was myself, DeeDee and MasterDoc at his place. He got the mat on the living room floor and the three of us got very naughty. I think DeeDee is going through the same sort of thing I keep going through – finding that we want to do something that’s considered “bad” and then agonizing over it a bit because we were raised to be “good” girls. But ultimately we know that it would feel hot to do said “bad” thing so we succumb to our desires… and are happier for it!
The starting details were fuzzy, but I know that I gave MasterDoc a blow job while DeeDee got some toys together. He fucked me first, probably because he knows that if I’ve come I’m thrilled over whatever else happens even if I don’t come again. If I haven’t come, I get anxious that I’m going to be left out. While he was fucking me, he pulled DeeDee in for a kiss. I wasn’t sure exactly what was going on behind my back (this was doggy style) but apparently, DeeDee came when I did while sorta humping/pressing against my leg and making out with MasterDoc. (This is how I have the story, I might be a little off on details.) I didn’t notice said leg humping as I was coming really hard and anyway I really don’t mind an attractive woman humping my leg. I squirted on the mat.
We reversed positions and I grabbed my vibe and pleasured myself while watching MasterDoc fuck DeeDee. It’s pretty damn hot to watch, and I love seeing how much MasterDoc is enjoying himself with two lovely women getting off at once. He is the man. Seriously, how many of you men out there could get two women coming really hard, simultaneously while you’re fucking one but only grabbing hold of the knee of the other one? DeeDee kept asking for more orgasms, and I found myself silently begging for more. I’m less likely to speak up than she is, but I was glad she did as I wanted to keep coming and coming. It felt so good to come we didn’t want to stop. And I can’t speak for her, but hearing her come would make me ready to come all over again.
When MasterDoc decided we had enough, he checked his phone and had to return a phone call. He told us to take care of ourselves while he was in the other room, and DeeDee said, “I’m going to interpret that to the fullest extent,” and started masturbating with the bullet vibe. I chuckled and continued looking for more internet porn. Earlier MasterDoc had teased me in front of DeeDee about how I keep picking out skull-fucking, rough sex videos lately. Actually, what he teased me about was my wanting to have my mouth fucked roughly. And yes, it’s one of those things that I fantasize about but am sort of afraid of. The last porn I chose last night featured an actress acting like she was being forced – and while real force in sex is rape and unconscionable – playing at it has long been a fantasy of mine. I keep hoping MasterDoc will one day tell me that I’m welcome to fight back during a scene – not fight so much as behave like I’m unwilling. I don’t want to actually fight him off. I just want to role play and have him take me roughly.
With DeeDee masturbating and my watching the porn, I gave in and grabbed my vibe and started masturbating myself. While MasterDoc was off in the next room we lay on the mat and came and came. DeeDee and I talked at times and she hoped that she wasn’t leading me astray. However, when MasterDoc returned we told him what we had been up to and he smiled. I think he loves how horny and slutty the two of us are, despite his teasing us about being sluts.
We took a break for dessert (Haagen Daz chocolate sorbet and fresh strawberries – yum!) and DeeDee was wiped out (no wonder after all those orgasms!) and said she’d like to take a nap until she had to walk the dog she’s watching this week. MasterDoc was a bit sad as it had been nearly a week since he had come, but I was thrilled to help him get there. I snuggled him, and started panting just from the idea of getting him off. We lay close together on the floor mat with porn playing and he stroked his cock while I touched him in all the ways I know he likes. When he came, it shot out and left a good coating on me and the mat. I probably could have come at that moment, I was so turned on, but MasterDoc didn’t think to command me. That wasn’t a problem, however, as I had multiple orgasms during the evening already!
I went to bed last night feeling really content. I’m very happy with my relationship with MasterDoc. I’m very happy with my friendship with DeeDee. And thankfully I’ve been depression-free lately so I’ve been aware of this happiness and able to savor it.
It had been nearly a week since we had been together. I wrote some erotica over the weekend that made me stop and masturbate in the middle of writing it. I was so incredibly wet that afternoon. I should write erotica more often as I really enjoyed putting together this last one. Right now my sexual theme seems to be about mental sex more than the physical, so writing out a fantasy can be nearly as fulfilling as doing it. (Nearly. Not quite.) I’m getting better and better at working myself up mentally when I’m thinking about MasterDoc.
I did some of this last night while he went off to use the restroom after we arrived at the club. I watched some porn that I could see from the next room, and I thought about how slutty it was that I wore a perfectly presentable dress out to the club with no panties. I think in a way it’s hotter to be wearing a dress that makes you look like a 1950′s housewife when you’re out slutting around than wearing slutty clothes. Slutty clothes are so predictable. I want to seem like the girl next door whose perverse desires have taken away her inhibitions.
When MasterDoc came back and lay down with me, all it took was a few words and some gentle touches before I was breathing heavy and wanting to come. He threatened me with the scenario of doing a piss scene in public and having other random men piss on me too. He knows that this is something that will set up a struggle within me. I will feel like I’m sick and sorta bad to want something like that, but I do want it and it’s really hot to want to do something that’s just so out there and so wrong. Just by threatening me with these scenes he arouses me tremendously. And that’s where the idea of mental sex comes in. His fucking with my mind can be hotter than just physical stimulation. I’m always glad for the physical to follow and finish off the deal, but foreplay using my brain is just so fucking hot. Being a submissive, for me, is rooted in wanting to be stimulated mentally, in enjoying the way he plays with my brain as much as the way he plays with my cunt.
He toyed with my body a bit. My cunt was quite accessible with just a lift of my dress. I didn’t take the dress off all night despite all that I got up to. I find that I start leaning into him and feeling like I’m being pulled into his center of gravity or something. I can’t get enough of his touch, his voice, his breathing, his skin, his cock. He had me suck his cock for a while, and I got lost in doing it. It was such a turn on to suck his cock, and then again a turn on to think how it must turn him on that I genuinely love sucking his cock.
He had me get out a condom and get on top. After working myself up over the weekend through my story and all the anticipation of seeing him yesterday, I was unfettered by inhibitions. I rode his cock, moaning at how it felt good. He would thrust up into me and I’d get lost in the feelings of arousal. If I started to become aware of my surrounding again, he’d fuck harder and then I’d be lost in the sensation. Sex with him can be so overwhelming that I truly lose track of all that’s around me. But then, blocking out the people watching, who I love having watch, helps me deal with feeling so terribly slutty about wanting to have people watch.
I rode him for quite a while, and finally begged him to let me come. He let me and it was amazing. I rode him furiously until I was spent and we both needed a rest and something to drink. I felt great after. I think he did as well.
After some rest, he had me suck his cock some more. Once hard, he had me get on hands and knees and use a vibrator on myself. (I used the Gigi on my clit.) He paddled my ass a bit and fucked me from behind. I’m not sure how many people were watching as I made a point of turning my head away from the door. His cock stayed hard for what seemed like an eternity. I was senseless from the fucking and eventually had to beg to come again. I was a sweaty mess, hair tangled in my hand, as I came and came, pressing my face into the bed. He kept me coming for so long I wasn’t sure I could physically handle it after a while.
After I had rested a little, he let another guy touch me. I hadn’t seen this guy at all, I had no idea who it was. But being MasterDoc’s slut was such a tremendous turn on for me – it didn’t matter who it was, what mattered was that I was being groped and fingered for his pleasure. The guy fingered me to orgasm while I continued to use the Gigi on my clit. MasterDoc spoke about what a slut I was while he was doing it, and he handed the guy a condom so he could fuck me. Damn. Having a faceless fuck who my Dom picked out was so fucking hot. It got me really worked up and I came some more.
In yet another act of incredible sluttitude, the guy lubed up my ass and put it in, and I figured that MasterDoc surely saw what was going on and was okay with it. And when this guy’s cock entered my ass and it felt a little underlubed, I got off on getting roughly ass fucked by some stranger under my Dom’s control. The funny thing is, afterward he acted surprised that I was fucked up the ass, although this time he did know it was going on. (Remember last time something similar happened?) We had to teach the guy not to put his dick back in my pussy after, however, without changing condoms. (It really is dismaying how little people know about sex, and how things like ass-to-pussy is a no-no.)
I was spent and MasterDoc could tell so he had the guy stop fucking me. I lay there getting my breath back. I wanted to cuddle, but I was truly too tired to shift over a foot or two to reach MasterDoc. Instead, I reached out and played with “the spot” on his chest from afar. He came over to me when I spoke up that I wanted a cuddle, but couldn’t move.
You would think after all this I would be done for the night. But no, I was still horny. MasterDoc fucked me again, this time with him on top. I loved cracking open my eyes to look up into his when I could manage it. I am so hot for him.
We got drinks after the last round (need to rehydrate!) and snacked a bit (fucking makes me hungry). I was still feeling like a horny slut but MasterDoc clearly was ready to go. So I dialed down my horniness and prepared to leave.
At the last minute, a couple of Hasidm came in and MasterDoc mumbled something about how we have to do a show for them before we go. (His ex once said that his ultimate fantasy would be to have sex in Macy’s window. You know, the one in downtown New York City….) He sat on a sofa in the common area, put a pillow on the floor for me, and had me suck his cock for all to see. I really fucking enjoyed it. I realize that this is the sort of thing that gets women shunned from our uptight, puritanical, American society (see what happened recently to sex blogger The Beautiful Kind) – but I am a woman who loves sex. I do fear that being so open about this fact on the blog could result in something like what happened to TBK, but I hope that by being open I can move along society and create more people who realize that being into sex doesn’t make someone dirty, bad, undesirable or less of a worker. Talking about sex doesn’t make me any less of a professional librarian. Having lots of sex doesn’t make me any less of a professional either.
This Lady Gaga song inspired me to write a bit of erotica for a change. The video has nothing to do with my fantasy, but I love it all the same for being totally campy and sexy at the same time.
This is some pretty kinky shit, but if you read here regularly you should realize the kinds of things that are talked about on this blog. And without further ado: “Show Me Your Teeth.”
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She had dared him to go further than before. The butterflies tickled her stomach as she wondered if she could handle what he was going to dish out.
She had shared some of her darkest fantasies with him – the ones where she’s tied up helpless, the ravishment fantasies, the ones where he does things to her she likes to think she doesn’t want. But at the same time becoming his slut entirely turns her on immensely and she hopes that her gentle teasing has gotten him worked up enough to really push her limits this time.
She had spent some time reassuring him that she was ready for this. She wanted him to reach down and find those dark places of his soul and utilize them so they could both fulfill the twisted fantasies that brought them together.
He put her collar around her neck, and while he usually wasn’t big on protocol, he ordered her to kneel before him, forehead touching the floor. She did as she was told and steeled herself for what she hoped would be a bumpy ride.
He placed his foot on her head, holding it down.
“Are you sure you’re ready slut?” he asked her.
“Yes, Sir,” she replied immediately. She could feel her cunt begin to get wet. He removed his foot from her head and had her sit up. He sat on the sofa across from her spot on the floor and looked into her eyes.
“You are going to do everything I tell you tonight without question. I am going to take you to a place of humiliation and submission that you’ve never been to before.” She took a deep breath at this. “Go get the behind the back restraints.”
She was thrilled he asked for those – she had always hoped they’d use them again. Just having them on made her hot. When she returned to the room with the restraints, he stood up and put them on her. He buckled the collar, then buckled each wrist into their respective cuffs. She straightened up, and in this position her full breasts stood out. He took a hunk of her hair in his hand and shook her head around a little. She closed her eyes in a bit of a swoon. While her eyes were closed, he raised his hand and slapped her across the face a few times, each time a little harder than the first. When she opened her eyes he looked at her intently.
“I’ll be back in a moment. I expect you to stand at attention for me right here, understand?”
“Yes, Sir.”
She could feel every inch of her skin thrum as she heard him go off into the bedroom where the toys were kept. She tried to figure out what he was getting by the noises, but she couldn’t be certain. There was a chain noise and otherwise the noises were indistinguishable.
He came up behind her and placed a blindfold over her eyes. Now she was helpless and unable to see. He started to pull something else over her face, and she soon realized it was the muzzle. Her helplessness increased with not being able to communicate easily. He tweaked a nipple and she practically gushed wetness knowing that she was at his mercy. A chain rattled. She tried to discern if it was a leash or not. As he started pulling at her nipples, making them stand out, she realized that the chain must be one that connects two nipple clamps. The question was, which ones?
He slowly released the clamp onto one nipple. As it continued to bite and bite she knew it must be the clover clamps. She took deep breaths through her nose to cope with the pain. Clover clamps weren’t something she’d grown accustomed to just yet.
“Take the pain for me slut,” he said as he tugged lightly on the clamp to make sure it was on securely. She whimpered and he stroked the side of her face. “Breathe deeply. That’s it.”
He went for the other nipple and soon the other clamp was biting into her flesh. On the one hand, she wondered if she could stand the pain, on the other, her cunt felt like it was on fire. He pulled a little on the chain and she whimpered loudly. She moved her hands instinctively but of course found them to be secured behind her back, where they couldn’t do her any good.
He helped her balance as she was lowered onto her knees on the floor. Her senses were flooded with the pain, and the feel of his hand on her shoulders, and the anticipation of what might come next. He removed the muzzle. “You’re not to speak unless spoken too, understand cunt?”
“Yes, Sir,” she replied.
She heard him unzip his pants and he took his semi-hard cock out and slapped her on the face a few times. “You’re my cock-sucking whore,” he said, “You’re my piss-drinking whore. You’re my ass-licking whore. Open your mouth.” He put his cock in and she hoped that he was too hard to piss in her mouth. Anyway, he wasn’t likely to do it in the living room where there would be a mess if she failed to catch every drop.
She sucked, having a hard time keeping his ever-hardening cock in her mouth without the use of her hands. He grabbed the back of her head, and pulled her face right into his crotch. She tried to breathe through her nose while he gagged her on his cock, but soon she was sputtering and dripping drool down her chest. “Again, whore,” he said as he pushed his cock into her mouth and straight to the back of her throat again. He fucked her mouth hard and drool ran down her chin. Snot started to flow out of her nose and she was sure her makeup would be moist and messed up under the blindfold. He choked her repeatedly on his large cock, and then pulled her head back by the hair and slapped her face a few times. She could feel her sense of will melting as she became nothing more than his whore. She wanted him to hurt her. She wanted him to use her.
He reached down and slowly removed the clover clamps. She cried out as they came off and the blood painfully rushed back into each nipple. He slapped her for making noise and put the muzzle back over her mouth. “Get up,” he said and he helped her to her feet as she couldn’t hold her balance with her arms behind her. He undid the restraints and she rolled her shoulders to ease the soreness in them. She could hear and feel a leash hook onto her collar and he led her, still blindfolded, into the bedroom. He had her kneel on the bed, head down, ass in the air. Without warm up, he caned her a few swift times. She cried out under her muzzle.
Next this cold and slick fingers were pushing into her ass, lubing her up. She could feel the cold steel butt plug as he stroked it teasingly around her asshole. He pushed, and it slid in, filling her up. With his other hand, he checked between her pussy lips. “You’re a wet little slut, aren’t you?” She could hear the wet noises as he slapped her pussy. He slid a finger inside and wiggled it around just a little bit. She moaned and pushed back onto his hand.
He laughed.
“Not yet slut.”
He removed the muzzle and the blindfold, and slid his finger, slick with her juices, into her mouth. She obediently sucked his finger clean. As he pulled away momentarily, her eyes blinked, adjusting to the light in the room. She could still feel the heavy steel plug in her ass. He told her to lay down on her stomach and rest for a moment. He gathered up more toys.
He lay down next to her on the bed and she pulled herself close to his chest. She wanted him so badly that she started to lick his chest and massage it with her fingers. He let her do this for a moment, and lay back to enjoy her attentions.
His cock was hard again when he had her stop and lay on her stomach. She felt the cold swipe of an alcohol wipe on each ass cheek. This could only mean one thing – needles. Her ass chilled as the alcohol evaporated from her skin. She listened to him unwrap a couple of needles. He grabbed one ass cheek and slid a needle into her flesh, the needle exiting out a short distance later. She took a deep breath and her body soon flooded with endorphins. He stuck her again, on the other side this time, and again she was flying high on her body’s own natural drug. She was blissfully in subspace. Her will had dropped completely, and she only wanted to do whatever he wanted her to do. He let her lie there and enjoy the rush for a few minutes. He knew, however, that this was the ideal time to really push her limits.
After removing each needle, he asked her if she was able to stand. “I think so, Sir,” she replied and unsteadily sat up on the bed. He looked into her eyes, leaned forward, and kissed her deeply.
“You’re a good girl. Now let’s see if you’re as obedient as I expect you to be tonight.”
He led her into the bathroom, and she knew this meant piss play. She always had such mixed feelings about piss play. On the one hand it was degrading and gross. On the other hand, she relished him putting her into that mental space. It wasn’t that she thought she was worthless, it was just that him making her feel dirty and under his control gave her such a high.
He had her kneel in the cold tub. Would he just pee on her, or would this be the time he finally followed through with his threat and peed in her mouth? He removed her collar, “just for practicality’s sake.” She knew that even without that symbol around her neck she was expected to obey.
“Are you my obedient slut?”
“Yes, Sir. I’m your obedient slut.”
He made sure to look into her eyes as he spoke. “I expect you to prove that now to me. This next part can be as easy or difficult as you make it. I expect you to try your hardest to please me.”
She could feel herself shake a little. This was it. This was when he followed through on the months of threats. God, would she be able to stand the taste of piss in her mouth? Would it totally freak her out? Thankfully the endorphins from earlier were still flowing and she felt a rush when faced with the challenge of doing that which she found totally repulsive. He stepped as close to the tub as he could, and took his mostly soft cock into his hand. He took hold of her hair with the other hand. “Open your mouth.”
She did as she was told, with only a slight hesitation. She closed her eyes tight, but he wasn’t having that. “Look at me, bitch!” She opened up her eyes and looked up at him, standing over her like some sort of powerful god. He wanted to see her eyes as he did this. He wanted to watch the struggle as it unfolded in her head and showed in her eyes.
With her mouth wide open, and eyes wide open as well, she felt the first hot drops of piss land on her tongue. A panic came over her, but she steadied herself and let it flow into her mouth. He relished the look in her eyes. It was a look of panic and disgust, but she held herself still as he pissed into her mouth. He felt powerful knowing that he could make her do this.
“Swallow as much as you can, cunt.”
She gagged as she swallowed but she kept coming back for more because more than anything else she wanted to please him. She wanted to show her devotion by letting him use her however he wanted. When she’d gag and cough a little he ended up pissing on her face and into her hair. A few tears escaped the corners of her eyes. He took hold of her hair more tightly and continued to let go a long stream of piss into her mouth.
“Hold it in your mouth a moment. Show me.”
She knew he meant the piss and, struggling against all sorts of forces within her, she held a pool of it in her mouth, revolted by the taste. He looked into her eyes.
“Now swallow cunt.” She did and collapsed in the tub, crying. To an outsider, she seemed broken and devastated. But she felt a certain freedom in having let go of her inhibitions so. He let her collapse, but he continued pissing onto her body. “You’re my filthy, piss-drinking slut. One of these days I’ll do this with a whole crowd of men to watch. Then I’ll have them piss all over you as well. You’ll reek of piss and they will be amazed at how much you’re my whore.” He finished pissing on her.
“Clean up,” he said as he left the room. She slowly gathered her wits. She felt emptied out inside, like all her worries no longer had a space within her. Somehow she felt baptized, new. She adjusted the water in the tub and began rinsing herself off. She took handfuls of water into her mouth and rinsed it out as best she could. She had to wash her hair as he had pissed there as well.
She dried off. She put her collar back on and went to find Sir. Her damp hair hung limply and clung to her face. She had forgotten temporarily about the plug in her ass.
She found him in the living room and she asked his permission to use the toilet. He didn’t grant it right away but made her sit on the floor at his feet. The fullness of her bladder added to her arousal in some strange way. Still, she was becoming desperate to use the bathroom.
He lifted her chin and she had a hard time looking at him. “You’re a good girl,” he said. She let out a deep breath and focused her eyes on him. “You can go use the bathroom now.”
She paused for a moment, wanting to ask if she could remove the plug from her ass, but then she remembered that she wasn’t to speak unless spoken to. Thankfully, he noticed the conflicted look on her face and he asked her what she was thinking.
“May I please remove the plug from my ass, Sir?”
He laughed a little. “I had forgotten it was in there. Yes, you may remove it. Now go use the bathroom and meet me in the bedroom after.”
He handed her the ball gag when she arrived. She put it on and he had her get on hands and knees on the bed again. He stroked his hard cock and put a condom on it.
He pulled her ass apart and could see the slick, shaved lips of her cunt. She was remarkably wet. He slid his cock into her and fucked her slowly. Her muffled moans turned him on more, and he felt a sense of ownership over her. She moaned and pushed her hips back to sink his cock as deeply as she could. His cock stayed completely rigid as he fucked her. Her moans became louder through the gag. She could come at any second, he only had to give the word. But he was enjoying teasing her and he pounded her cunt a little with his cock, listening to the desperation grow in her moans.
Finally, he thrust his cock as deep inside her as he could and told her to come. His entire body trembled and he could feel her cunt convulse around his cock. She made a remarkable amount of noise for someone who was gagged. As she came, he felt his own arousal peak and shot forth a wad of hot come. He groaned and twitched as her pussy continued milking his cock as she came. He felt his balls suddenly drenched as she squirted. He smiled.
As they both lay limp on the bed after, he put his mouth to hear ear and said, “I’m very proud of you cunt.” She glowed from within from his compliment.
The terrible mood swings went on up through last night. The “crimson tide” has come in so today I’m feeling much more stable. Except for the time when I got hypoglycemic. Oh well, there’s always something.
I got to spend some special alone time with MasterDoc last night. As we sat on the sofa, he started in on some sort of mind fuck. The problem is I can’t recall today what it was – some sort of threat of something that is scary but perhaps also erotic, or at least him making me do it is erotic in and of itself. I wish I could remember the specifics but all I remember ultimately is getting hot and melting into submissiveness just from his words.
He had me set up the bedroom for our interlude. As usual the Fascinator throe was put down on the bed. Lube, condoms, a butt toy and a vibe were made handy. I added the Wartenburg wheel. I brought his laptop in and set it up on the bed with some porn on it.
He told me to finish watching the tv show I had been watching, and when the last fifteen minutes were up I went into the bedroom. He told me to take the lube, reach back and lube up my ass. As I did this, hands working behind me, standing at the foot of the bed, he watched me and commented that it was hot thinking about exactly what I was doing. I felt embarrassment and looked down. When I was done, he sent me to wash my hands of the extra lube.
He had me get on hands and knees as soon as I returned, and he fucked my ass without any physical foreplay. It’s funny because sometimes I need a good warm up, but last night was so hot. I loved that he just shoved his cock inside my lubed up ass and fucked the hell out of me. The idea that I was his slut, his dirty whore who was enjoying him fucking me up the ass, turned me on so much. I’m pretty sure I muttered, “I love being your slut!” at one point. I was turned on by the idea of him using my body for his own pleasure. He fucked me long and hard. I was moaning and on the verge of orgasm for ages. Even though his cock was in my ass I could feel the sensations in my cunt. He ran the Wartenburg wheel over my ass and back, pressing the points into my ass. He grabbed my hips, and was generally rough with me. I held out as long as I could before begging for permission to come. He let me come and he continued to fuck me as I shuddered and screamed. (I feel bad for his neighbors. We really need to use gags more.) He wrung every last orgasm out of my body. His cock has been extra hard for extra long recently (I will perhaps someday explain why) and my clenching pelvic muscles aren’t such a formidable force against his cock these days. I do still push his cock out involuntarily sometimes, but it doesn’t happen as quickly or easily as before.
We took a break and I was exhausted from the phenomenal ass fucking. Unfortunately my hormones were still wreaking havoc on me and I hit a mood swing and started crying. Of course MasterDoc was a bit bewildered that after such great sex and orgasms I could feel depressed, but it was really just down to some sort of biochemical mood swing.
We rested for a bit and snacked on sorbet and fruit salad. My mood was back up again and I tried to eat slowly, savoring the feeling of the creamy sorbet on my tongue. At some point he said he needed to pee, but just a little bit, and he considered pissing in my mouth right there on the bed, and making me swallow it down. I cringed and curled up, putting my head down, hoping so hard that he was just fucking with me. This time he was.
I was hoping we’d fuck more, and it seemed a bit iffy at one point. Because of my moodiness I perceived that since DeeDee moved in with him he gives me much shorter and less involved scenes. We talked about it though, and it’s probably a bit of my mis-perception, and a bit of just the usual ebb and flow (that would have happened regardless of DeeDee living here). He says he’ll keep an eye on things in the future, but two weeks is a really short period of time to interpret things as changing long term. I do worry that with two women around so much now that getting as much sex from him might be difficult.
We cuddled a bit, and he had me suck his cock after I had had enough cuddles. I got really into it and he seemed just huge last night and very hard. He picked up the magic wand and held it to my clit while I sucked. I was soon humping the wand as best I could and he had me put a condom on him and get on top. I was so horny and turned on that I pushed through a little physical fatigue to ride him a good long time. He thrust up into me, making me sigh and gasp as he did. He grabbed parts of my body to enhance the experience – gentle nipple pinching, massaging my hip joints. He got me really worked up until I came, and came, and came. I squirted all over him, and unfortunately the throe had shifted through the evening and I squirted a bit on the bed as well. His cock stayed hard for a long time and I kept coming. As I came he slapped my ass at one point but damn, somehow it hurt too much and distracted me. I had to beg him to stop spanking me. My ass stung for a few moments afterward.
He made me come again and this time my vagina of steel pushed his cock out. By this time his balls were soaked in my come, and I was exhausted, but very, very happy.
Despite the mood swings I was still dealing with, we had a fantastic evening together.
RT @Unchaste_Athene: Addendum: Also stop kissing people, because that is far more likely to give you HSV-1. 14 hrs ago
RT @Unchaste_Athene: Dear potential lovers:Unless you have a recent test saying you are HSV1-free, you have no right to be paranoid about me 14 hrs ago
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