Sunday, June 29, 2008

Sweet Submission

Last night was a rare treat. My 14 year old spent the night at a friend's, and my 4 year old was exhausted after a day of birthday partying and playing outside with her best little friend across the street such that she fell right to sleep at 8. This left Jay and I with an entire night to ourselves, nicely rested from sleeping in until 9 am that morning.

As I was putting the wee one to bed, he received a phone call from a buddy of his which allowed me just enough time to prepare myself for what I wanted from him. I quickly took a shower to freshen all my parts, and climbed into bed naked to wait for him. After he finally finished up his call, and said good night to our little sweetie, he arrived in our room. I threw the covers back to reveal my naked body and uttered in my best school girl voice, "I'm ready for you Daddy." It didn’t have quite the effect I had intended as I had forgotten one of the dogs was under the covers with me, and I had to shoo her out of the room (this is a dog that once stood on my pillow and licked my face as hubby drilled me!! It was a threesome of all the wrong sort. Needless to say, we don’t allow her to watch anymore....ha, ha, ha!), but it still caught his attention.

I asked him to please shower as well before beginning our evening's play. As he showered, I took out my slave collar and padlock to await him. When he came out of the bathroom clad only in his towel, I presented it to him saying, "I've got my collar for you, Daddy," as I scrambled off the bed.

"Get on your knees," he demanded as I apparently wasn't moving to the floor in front of him quickly enough.

"Yes, Sir," I replied obediently.

I kneeled in front of him and offered the collar up as I lifted my hair for him. I kissed his stomach feeling my pussy begin to pulse as he began to fasten the collar around me.

"Turn around," he demanded, obviously not pleased with my brazenly daring to take my own pleasure by kissing his stomach.

I meekly turned, again mumbling, “Yes, Sir," as he buckled the collar tightly around my neck.

He then shoved me against the bed, still on my knees. I kneeled there, my face pressed into the mattress, listening to him pulling toys out of drawers, my breath quickening in anticipation of how my Daddy would discipline me.

THWACK went the crop against my ass. I nearly swooned with the pleasure of that first stinging blow. More blows followed one after the other. My mind was entirely focused on taking Daddy's punishment in silence as a good submissive should. Alas, it became too much, I cried out with a moan, half pleasure, half pain. I squirmed away from the blows, lifted my chest off the bed, only to be roughly shoved down again.

This went on for some time with Daddy taking short breaks to soothingly rub my red ass.

"My bottom stings, Daddy," I mewed.

"Do you know why?" he asked.

"Because I'm a bad girl," I dutifully replied.

"That's right," he grunted as he brought the whip down across my back.

He crisscrossed my back with the whip, as I gripped the bed sheets, writhing and moaning with the pleasure of his discipline.

After some time of raining his loving blows across my back and ass, he commanded me to lie on the bed on my back.

He threw my red dildo and lube at me saying, "You know what to do."

I asked Daddy for a towel as I preferred not to make a mess of the bed, and sweetly lifted my ass up for him to place it under me.

Mmmmm… he proceeded to lash my breasts with the whip as I arched my back and slid the ample dildo inside my pussy. After some moments of this, he walked over to the nightstand and brought back my small little pink vibrator. Again, all he said was, "You know what to do."

I did know what he wanted, but I didn't want to do it. He wanted that vibrator in my ass, knowing full well that I don’t care for anything more than the occasional finger in my ass.

“No,” I began to protest. “I don’t want to, Daddy.”

“Do it,” was his only reply.

He stroked his cock over my face, fully expecting me to comply with his demands. Because I wanted to please him, because I didn’t want him to stop stroking his cock for me, I slid the little vibrator just a little way into my ass while fucking my pussy with the dildo.

I was rewarded shortly with my beloved vibrating egg tossed on my stomach. I snatched it up eagerly and touched it to my clit. Daddy stroked his cock teasingly over my face, my tongue eagerly seeking the tip as my vibrating egg took me closer and closer to the edge.

“You want all your holes filled with cock, don’t you?” he asserted.

“I want to see you covered with cum like a slut,” he breathed.

When I could hold back no longer, I allowed myself to tumble over the edge, gritting out between clinched teeth, “I’m cumming, Daddy. Oh fuck, I’m cumming.”

As I lay there panting, moaning, on the verge of tears with the intensity of the orgasm, Daddy straddled my head and shoved his cock in my face as he demanded that I continue to fuck my two holes.

He was literally sitting on my face, pumping his cock in and out of my mouth as his balls grazed my chin. I was smothering in cock, and loving it. I felt my pussy gush with fresh wetness as my arousal went off the charts.

I wanted him to go on and on, but my jaw had other ideas. I became so uncomfortable that I eventually had to struggle beneath him, turning to and fro seeking relief.

Jay took the hint, climbed off my face, and moved to the other end of the bed between my legs. I reached down to squeeze his rock hard cock before guiding him inside me.

He pumped a few strokes with my feet planted against his chest, legs pressed together to make the fit as snug as possible.

“Harder, Daddy, fuck me harder,” I begged.

He complied by pumping harder and faster than I could remember him doing in quite some time. His cock thrust against all my most secret, tender spots.

“Oh,” I cried out with a mixture of pain and pleasure.

“Oh, oh, yes,” I cried as I lied there absorbing every blow.

I opened my eyes, just as he began to cum in me. Head thrown back, face gone slack, as he emptied all his white gooey cum inside me.

After some cuddling time, followed by extensive clean up (ha, ha), we prepared to go downstairs for the rest of our evening.

“I’ll take that collar off of you before we go to bed,” he tossed at me nonchalantly.

“Ok,” I agreed, wanting to comply even as I became uncomfortably aware of how tightly it was cinched around my neck.

I went on with my clean up, putting my clothes on, weighing my options in my mind.

I finally gave in, and asked, “Are you really going to make me wear this all night?”

He relented by saying in a slightly disappointed voice, “No, not if you don’t want to.”

The trouble was I did want to; I just couldn’t bear the thought of being that uncomfortable all night.

“Could you just loosen it a little?” I asked.

And so we compromised. He loosened it for me, and I wore the collar about the house for the rest of the evening.

Still I felt a little like I had failed. I wanted to do what he asked unequivocally, yet my own will still insists on asserting itself. Jay and I have been dabbling with the D/s thing for a few years. I would like, however, for us to take it more seriously, not total lifestyle serious, but ramped up a notch from our current level. I would like for him to truly dominate (trust me, this is a man who has this within him) rather than just playing a part. I would like to be able to more fully submit to his will, checking mine at the bedroom door.

I think this arena just might be the key to rediscovering my sexuality. Dear God nothing makes me hotter than a good, hard spanking!

Wednesday, June 25, 2008

All In a Day's Work

Today was, as usual, a long boring day at work. I've always said I'd rather have a boring job than some of the higher stress jobs I've held in the past, but sometimes I have to question that philosophy. Anyway, as I sat in my office staring at my computer screen my mind began to wonder to one of my favorite fantasies..."the elevator fantasy."

This fantasy involves me and someone of the male persuasion (not usually any man in particular, but most often a stranger fitting the general description of tall, broad shouldered, and dark haired) engaging in various sexual acts in a moving elevator. Today's episode involved the aforementioned stranger pinning me against the wall in the elevator, pressing his lips to mine, his tongue warm and sweet in my mouth. With one hand roaming wildly through his dark, curly hair, I used the other to guide his hand under my dress. I felt his gasp against my lips as his hand brushed against my naked, slippery pussy lips.

It was at about this point that I gave in to the urgent need to visit the restroom. Luckily, I work for a fairly small company whose bathrooms are single stall affairs. I raced to the restroom as discretely as possible, closed and locked the door, leaned against the wall, one leg thrown up onto the toilet, my skirt bunched up around my hips, and moaned softly as I slipped a finger inside myself.

My mind returned to my little dark haired stranger had just slipped a finger inside me as his kiss became more needy and urgent. I could feel his bulging cock againt my thigh, and couldnt resist the urge to reach down and stroke it through his pants. At the same time, back in the bathroom stall, I whipped a tit out of my bra, watched my nipple grow hard as my tit bounced up and down with the motion of my arm.

Back in the elevator, my fantasy man was rubbing my clit with his thumb as he drilled two fingers in and out of my sloshy pussy. I rested my head against his chest, and drank in the sensations.

"Don't worry, baby, I've got you. I wont stop until you get there," he whispered in my ear.

My own fingers rubbed faster and harder against my achingly hard little clit, my muscles tensed, and I stiffled a moan (especially since I was in a restroom directly behind my boss' office!) as I came all over my hand.

Afterwards, I took a few moments to allow my breathing to return to normal, washed my hands, fluffed my hair and returned to work.

I spent the rest of the afternoon, with my body buzzing and tingly with the after effects of a good, hard orgasm.

Tuesday, June 24, 2008

To Blog or Not to Blog

Hello name is Mimi. A little background about me before I get to the meat of my first post. I am 38 years old, married with 2 children (a boy 14 and a daughter 4), and work full time in a rather dull albeit minimally stressful administrative office type job.

I used to blog rather reguarly some time ago (it's probably been about 3 years ago now) when I was a stay at home Mom with time and energy to burn. Which brings me to why I am here now. In a nutshell, my sex drive used to be unstoppable, while lately it has become rather hard to find. I used to blog voraciously with hot posts, pics and anecdotes about my sex life. But somehow a full time job on top of raising 2 children, on top of running a household, on top of balancing finances, etc, etc ( I could whine on and on here) killed my seemingly insatiable appetite for sex. I must note here that my sex life is not exactly dead. My husband (whom I will call Jay here) and I still engage in sex on a weekly basis, 2-3 times a week, however when your norm was once 4-6 times a week the decrease feels rather dramatic. I find myself getting rather angry at him at times when he behaves as if we haven't had sex for months instead of days, however, the truth is that I miss my old sexual self too. So, I thought perhaps a blog with more of my steamy stories and such might help me find my old sexual self. I know she's still in there somewhere, and I'm determined to drag her out kicking and screaming if I have to!!

To that end, this afternoon, I had to run an errand at lunch and decided to have a little fun with my most recent toy. Hubby gave me this toy as a birthday present last month. It is supposed to disguise itself as a lipstick tube in your purse, but is actually a powerful little vibrator! We had some fun with it the night he gave it to me. We were having a romantic picnic in the park which culminated in me hiking my dress up just enough to play with my new toy as hubby discreetly pinched my nipples until I came. I was so hot after that that I felt the need to return the favor for him. I unzipped his pants and stroked his extremly hard cock until he moaned that he was about to come, at which time I quickly took him in my mouth to prevent a mess all over his pants. All this in the middle of a public park in the evening, with people occasionally walking by about 10-20 feet away. I have no idea if anyone noticed us or not, but I do know it was hot.

Since that night however, I must admit, I all but forgot about my new toy. Jay would joke about me using it every now and then to which he would usually get a lukewarm reply. This afternoon, however I decided to use it in my car in the parking lot of the pet store I had just visited. I turned the thing on and listened to it hum gently as I hiked up my dress(sans panties as I detest the things and rarely wear them) and glanced furtively around. I was instantly wet as I pressed it against my clit. I pulled a tit out of my bra just so I could watch it quiver as my clit steadily vibrated. I am ashamed to admit that I was so turned on by the deviance and risk of what I was doing that I didnt last long. I came in less than 5 minutes...hard and wet and loudly. I snapped a pic and sent it to Jay's cell phone while he was on a conference call for work. I'd share it with you, but I cant seem to get my cell phone to send the pic to email for download...damn technology..never there for you when you want to post inappropriate pictures of yourself for viewing by complete strangers!!

So, I dont know, I 'd say I might be headed in the right direction for reviving the old sex drive...