Sunday, September 27, 2009

Fun in the Porn Store Viewing Booth

Jay and I had a decidedly unboring evening last night!! It rained again yesterday and we were cooped up in the house with a stir crazy 6 year old for the majority of the day. Jay and I were positively giddy when we finally got her to sleep at day's end. We decided to leave our 15 year old home with her for a couple of hours while we embarked on a little "adventure" Jay has been wanting for some time now.

He read online of an adult store downtown that offers "viewing booths" allowing their customers to "preview" the movies they have for sale. Jay had planned for us to embark on this adventure Friday evening while our daughter was at a sleep over, however I was so exhausted after a day of work and getting the little one where she needed to be, that I just couldn't do it. To which he replied that we could simply have her brother watch her on Saturday night and embark on our little adventure then.

I made mention in my last post that I doubt sometimes that Jay is entirely into dominating me. That is not an entirely accurate statement. Where we run into problems are those instances when he wants to dominate me in a way with which I am not entirely comfortable. When he is spanking me or choking me or tieing me up, I am his perfect little submissive, however when he wants me to step outside of my comfort zone and do something that might involve some sort of exposure or potential humiliation in public, I balk. I've been working very hard to bend my will completely to his. It's hard... very hard. However, I feel the rewards could be great.

So I spent most of Saturday going back in forth in my head on whether or not I could take the leap of faith and accompany him to the porn store Saturday evening. I came up with every excuse in the book not to was raining, it was too late, the place might be closed, etc, etc. In the end, I am happy to report that I chose to submit to Jay's desire.

We found the place quite easily. It was a little hole in the wall place, and I had my doubts as we went in. We browsed about for a moment or two before am employee approached to ask if he could help us. I couldn't help but notice that I found him mildly attractive. He was a bit too skinny for my taste, but dark haired and altogether appealing to me. Jay proceeds to explain to him that we understand they have viewing booths where we can preview their movies, to which the employee inquires what our tastes are. Jay proceeds to tell this guy that I am into BDSM at which I blush and lower my eyes ( I could barely meet his eyes at all anyway, so overwhelming was my embarrasment at being there). "It's ok if you are. I see the sign." he replies as he points to my choker bearing the BDSM enblem which only served to deepen my embarrasment.

We chose a movie to our liking, paid $10 to "preview" it, and were directed to our booth. The booth was about 3x3 feet, contained a stool, a monitor in the wall for viewing with fastforward and volume control, and a trash can containing all manner of tissues (Ewww!) I sat on the stool trying not to think of who had been there before me, and what they had been doing.

I began to loosen up a bit once the movie got going depicting a slave girl being disciplined by two dominatrixes. One domina rubbed the girl's naked little pussy as she kneeled while the other pulled her head back by the hair and spanked her quivering little breasts. I found myself spreading my legs, bracing my feet against the wall and rubbing my clit as I watched. Jay unhooked my bra and pulled my shirt up to pinch my nipples as I rubbed myself. He urged me to take my bra off which I resisted for several minutes before finally giving in. As my excitement mounted I removed my bra and shirt for him.

The movie progressed to the slave girl being shackled at ankles and wrists as her two dominatrixes circled her with whips while she writhed in ectasy. My pussy grew wet and swollen as I rubbed my hard clit faster and faster. My breath began to come in gasps. Jay encouraged me to "let it out" as I came, but I simply could not. I clamped my lips shut tightly together as I came on my hand.

I quickly kneeled in front of him and took his hard cock in my mouth. I took him all the way to the back of my throat as my pussy continued to pulse. My head bobbed up and down as I stroked his balls and sucked his rock hard cock. He moaned above me as I snuck glances at the movie.

He removed his shorts as I stood back up. We jostled about in the little booth trying to find a position that would allow us to fuck. I finally settled back on the stool, my legs thrown over his shoulders as he entered me. I moaned softly as he began to thrust inside me. My hand found it's way down to my clit again which was slippery with my arousal. Jay again urged me to vocalize, which I still could not do. He slapped my thigh loudly a couple of times at which I began to giggle. His thrusts came harder and faster. My head was thrown back against the wall, the stool squeaked against the floor as I thrust my hips out to meet him. Soon Jay was emptying himself inside me as we both gasped and moaned inside the little booth behind the porn store.

Jay, ever the deviant shutterbug, actually manged to snap a few pictures with his cell phone during our little interlude. I have posted the picure below for your enjoyment depicting my leg bracing against the wall as I fingered myself to orgasm.

Wednesday, September 23, 2009

I've Got a Rocket in My Pants

Well, we are finally starting to dry out our soggy mess here in Atlanta. It has been raining here for over a week straight! I was starting to consider the need to construct a family ark...lord knows we have enough creatures in this house to fill it 2 by 2...dogs, birds, butterflies,triops, ants, but that's an entirely different subject! The sun finally re-emerged yesterday which was a welcome sight for all! Our particular county was one of the harder hit areas, however Jay and I sustained no damage to our home or cars nor do we know anyone who sustained damage which we are thankful for. Traffic was a nightmare Monday and Tuesday with all the road closures due to flooding. Many roads are still closed indefinately. The kids were out of school Monday and Tuesday as well which was a real headache for us. I actually drove my son in to school in the downpours on Monday after his bus was over 20 minutes late, never dreaming school would be cancelled because of rain!! Well, it actually was not cancelled until 8 am so at 6:45 am when I was trying to drop him off, things were total chaos. So anyhow, Jay has worked from home the past two days to be with our 6 year old so that I could go into work. Needless to say we are both pleased to be back to our normal school/work routines today. The kids are not so happy about it, but we are thrilled.

I digress, for that was not the story I wanted to relate for you today. I wanted to tell you the tale of the fun Jay and I had on Friday. He messaged me at work to ask what I was wearing which he often does. Since it was Friday, I was wearing jeans and a top. He told me he wanted me to remove this handy, dandy little toy from my purse, go to the restroom, turn it on it's lowest setting, insert it into my pants and come back to my desk. I simply pondered his request for a while, and the more I thought about it, the more it turned me on until I found myself moving towards the restroom to carry out his suggestion. I quickly scurried back to my desk when the deed was done to report back to him. I sat there at my desk, pretending to be a busy worker bee as my clit was gently vibrated. I absolutely could not sit still in my chair. I discretely (at least I hope it was discretely) ground my hips against the toy. After 5 minutes or so of relating what I was doing and feeling to Jay, and describing how wet I had become, I asked for permission to excuse myself to the restroom. Jay granted permission, but he wanted to hear.

I bolted back to the restroom with my cell phone hidden in my pocket. When safely locked in the restroom, I pulled my pants down, began to masturbate myself with the toy, pulled out my cell phone and called Jay. I whispered to him that I had done as he asked, I was currently in the restroom with my pants down around my ankles and my toy buzzing against my clit. To which he replied that he was hard and stroking his cock as he listened to me. I continued to moan softly into the phone as I circled closer and closer to an orgasm. I could hear Jay's heavy breathing as he stroked himself which added fuel to the fire for me. I was soon at the point of no return. I clamped my lips tightly shut to prevent the escape of any noise as I came against my vibrating toy. I heard Jay cum soon after which made the release that much sweeter.

We whispered how much fun that had been before I hung up the phone, washed up and snuck back to my desk with a cheshire cat grin on my face.

Thursday, September 17, 2009


I'm bored...with EVERYTHING. I'm bored with my job, I'm bored with my daily routine, I'm bored with the food I eat, I'm bored with the clothes I wear, I'm bored with my sex life. I'm so bored, I'm in such a rut that I feel trapped in inertia. I can't even figure out what I might want to try to create excitement and less boredom in my life. So I continue to sit here at my job bored, go home to the same routine of kids, dinner, bath, TV, collapse into bed day after day, week after week and get up to do it all again the next day with the same refrain playing in my head...I'M BORED!!

It seems to be a combination of two things. One, the sex drive still hasn't improved all that much. If you recall, Jay underwent a vasectomy in March so that I could go off birth control pills in the hopes of boosting my sex drive again. Thus far, I don' feel there has been as much improvement in that area as we had hoped. I feel incredibly guilty that he underwent this unpleasant procedure seemingly for nothing. If anything, I've had negative effects from going off the pill. I've been extremely anxious and depressed nearly every month the week immediately preceding my period. It takes every ounce of strenth I can muster to get out of bed each morning and go to work instead of curling up in my bed in a scared little ball. As soon as Aunt Flo shows up, all is well again. It really sucks. What's worse is that if I speak to my OB/Gyn about it, the treatment will probably be going back on the pill and/or antidepressants, neither of which I really want.

I miss my old sex drive, miss having sex on the brain 24/7, miss feeling sexy and powerful. Instead I feel overwhelmed with responsibilities at home and work, I feel too tired and too busy to be interested in sex. I feel as if my life no longer belongs to me. I am someone's wife, someone's mother, someone's employee, someone's boss, but not just me. I read other blogs and find that while I intellectually recognize that the stories they relate are hot, I am not aroused. Jay tries to get me to watch porn either of myself or DVD's we have bought and I just have no interest. I have grown so weary of trying to force myself to be interested in sex, of trying to find that one elusive formula that is going to bring it all back to me.

I find myself longing for the life I had 6 or 7 years ago. I was a stay at home mom (I'd give my right arm to give up work again. I know I am supposed to be all liberated and enjoy helping to support my family by working, but thats a bunch of BS in my book. I despise work. I suppose mostly because I feel it is something I MUST do to keep our finances solvent rather than something I WANT to do), I was a new mom having just given birth to our daughter, I had lots of time to myself while our son was at school, I thought about sex constantly, and I was happy. I wish sometimes that I could magically transport myself back to that period of my life.

The other contributor to my ennui and ensuing discontent is this feeling that the best years of my life are behind me. I will be 40 next year, and I feel like all of my major life events... graduating from college, falling in love, getting married, having a child...are done. All that's left for me now is to live vicariously through my children as they go through these same life events someday. I feel as if I have nothing to look forward to.

So I keep pondering what it is that will make my life, in particular, my sex life, feel exciting again. Jay and I have been so adventurous in that department that I sometimes feel there is not much left to try. We've taken hundreds of pictures and more than a few videos, we have several drawers full of toys, we've played with various folks on line, we've had sex in a variety of places, this very blog was begun in the hopes of jump starting my sex drive. Our whole group sex experiment of last year was a total disaster. So much so, that I just try to blot it from my memory. It is extremly difficult, due to our lack of privacy, for Jay and I to engage in what really turns me on...being spanked, being tied up, being his "little girl." I also wonder sometimes if Jay truely is a natural dominant. I feel sometimes as if he is just playing a role to please me rather than truely wanting it for himself. I am decidely uncomfortable and often annoyed by his particular kink. He enjoys sex outdoors or in semi public places. While I've indulged him in it in the past, I don't enjoy it at all. I wonder sometimes if my BDSM kink feels the same as his exhibitionist kink does to me.

We met a potential playmate late last year who is seemingly everything I am looking for in a play partner. I find him extremely attractive, he is English and we all know how I love an English accent, he's totally into spanking me, forcing me, having me serve him. Furthermore, he's able to carry on an intelligent conversation, his occupation requires him to wear what I find to be a sexy uniform which he obligingly sends me photos of, he's in town fairly reguarly due to his occupation, and he's married, so not likely to want any more of me than Jay and I are willing to give. We talked about meeting twice now and I chickened out both times. I kept hearing this voice in my head telling me it was weird, wrong, immoral, dirty, shameful to let my husband share me with another man. But the truth is if I could just shut those voices up, I think I just might find it very hot. I so love the idea of being forced by Jay to service this man. I imagine Jay ordering me on my knees in front of him to suck his cock, I imagine being laid over his lap while Jay spanks me, I imagine one of them in my pussy while the other fucks my mouth, and it turns me on. I have not spoken with this friend for several months now. While he has been quite patient with my inability to decide what I want, I wonder if he has finally just given up.

The other idea we have been tossing around that I have also been too afraid to try is visiting one of the local swingers clubs that also has a nice little dungeon area we are told. Part of me is aching to try it while the other part is absolutely terrified of the unknown. I'm afraid I will feel out of place, I'm afraid of being on display, I'm afraid of being so publicly disciplined, I'm afraid I'll be accosted all night by strange men, I'm afraid I'll regret it as deeply as I regret the group sex of last year.

I'm really not sure what the point of this post is other than to vent what I have been feeling for quite some time, perhaps start a dialogue with Jay, and perhaps get some input or at the very least find a sympathetic ear out there in cyberspace.

Tuesday, September 15, 2009

The Secretary's Mistake,Pt. 2

She did as she was told. Bent over his desk as she was directed, and laid there, head down, awaiting her next instructions as he opened his desk drawer, searching for something.

She soon felt him him bent down at her feet, the warmth of his lips on her leg kissing her ankle, before driving her legs apart. She felt her heart skip a beat as he quickly wrapped restraints around each ankle and secured her spread legs to the desk.

He walked around to the front of the desk, handcuffs dangling in his hands.

She lifted her head now, "Sir, please, no. I'll work late all next week, I'll work late for the next month. Please, Sir, dont do this."

"You made your choice earlier, Mrs. Sparks. There is no going back now. We must finish your instruction. It really is for the best, you'll see."

With a sigh, and deep resignation, she offered her wrists to him, which he cuffed in front of her.

He walked back to his chair and sat down. From this vantage point he could best observe her helpless form.....legs spread and secured to each desk leg, hands manacled in front of her, satiny white ass staring at him.

" What is this, Mrs. Sparks. Are your panties wet?" he asked as he observed the wet stain between her legs, spreading down to each thigh.

"Yes, Sir," she whispered, ashamed of her excitement.

She heard him fumbling around in his pen caddy again, then felt a cold, steel object lightly being run over her panties. When her mind registered that this object was also sharp as he applied pressure to it, she realized with a start what it was....scissors.She felt the scissors run down the inside of her thigh, ever so lightly brushing along her pussy lips.

"Sir, please, please, put those away. I'm frightened, Sir. Please put them away," she begged, tears beginnig to form in the corner of her eyes.

"Dont worry, my angel. I wont hurt you...much," he whispered, as he ran the scissors down the outside of her thigh leaving the tiniest trail of blood. With that, he swiftly cut her panties from her body, as she lay panting on the desk.

She felt him walk around to stand in front of her. He grabbed a fistful of hair and pulled her head up to look at them. The panties were rubbed against her face.

"Smell that. What do you smell, Mrs Sparks?"

"Me," she answered softly.

"Yes, you. Aroused, wet, aching for a good fuck, isnt that right, Mrs. Sparks?"

She nodded her head.

His grip tightend on her hair.

"What's that? I cant hear you," he barked.

"Yes, sir. My panties smell wet."

"Why are you wet, Mrs. Sparks?"

"Because I want you, Sir. I want you to take me, I want you to teach me to be a good girl."

With that, he stuffed her soaked panties into her mouth, and let her head fall heavily back to the desk.

She lay there trembling and anxious. Her head started up when she heard a knock on the outside door.

He leaned over, pressed the weight of his body against hers and hissed,

"Not a sound or I'll let whoever that is come in here and fuck you senseless."

He zipped himself up, and left the room, leaving her alone and vulnerable to whatever he might wish to happen next. She felt cold, she felt ashamed, but her pussy betrayed her as it throbbed and twitched in anticipation of his next move.

She heard conversation at the front door, and after some time, he returned...alone.

"I offered him a taste of you," he whispered as he bent down in front of her, "but he said he doesnt fuck whores."

"Now lets see, where were we," he mused as he returned behind her.

"Ah yes, I was about to fuck your pretty pussy," he growled as he gripped her hips and plunged inside her without warning.

"," he grunted as he pounded her with all his might. Her body bounced up and down on the desk as he worked her over, her cries muffled by the sex soaked panties still stuffed in her mouth.

He reached around to rub her aching clit.

"Damn, you are such a wet little slut" he declared as he stroked her needy clit.

She felt her body giving way, giving in to the pleasure. Her hands clawed at the desk, she moaned deeply into her wet panties, her pussy gushed as she clamped down around him, pulsing, pulsing, pulsing......

His hands were in her hair again, jerking her head off the desk.

"Did you come, slut? Did I just feel you come on my cock?"

She nodded her head, her eyes wide with fear.

"I didnt tell you to cum. What the hell were you thinking? Such an undisciplined little whore you are."

She felt his cock slide wetly out of her. Heard him fumbling around in the pen caddy again. This time he showed her the object he had removed before he ever touched her with it...a long, silver, letter opener.

"What am I going to do with you, Mrs. Sparks. How will you ever learn to please me?" he questioned as he lightly traced the object along her bare ass.

When she felt it slide between her pussy lips, she began to struggle.He removed it, placed a kiss on her wet pussy and whispered,

"Relax. If you struggle, it will only make it worse."

He traced the object again between her lips as she held perfectly still. She felt it pressing into her clit, wanted to grind her hips against it,but didnt dare. She felt the object slide wetly back between her lips, slip just inside her wet hole. She moaned with pleasure now, the cold steel warmed by her own heat, slick with her own desire. He moved the object in and out of her, twisting it delicately inside her until she felt her legs begin to buckle with desire. She mewed as he removed it from her, leaned into her ear and whispered,

"Next time I'll shove it in deeper, my angel. Count on it."

With that, he plunged his cock back into her. Fucking her fast and hard, for his own pleasure, making a mess of her pretty little ass as he came all over it.

When he had finished, he mercifully undid her restraints and ordered her to go to the bathroom to clean herself up. When she reached for her clothes he chided,

"Uh, uh, uh, those stay here, dear"

She padded self conciously through the office hallway to the restroom. Cleaned herself up as best she could and returned to him.

He was now fully clothed. He threw her clothes at her, barking at her to put her clothes on, he was tired of her being naked in his office.

He watched with lust still smoldering in his eyes as she akwardly dressed in front of him.When she was done, he came over to her.

"Now Mrs. Sparks, I hope you have learned your lesson. Go on home and let's pretend this never happened."

"Yes, Sir," she agreed as she scurried out of his office, guiltly wondering what sort of punishment her next mistake would bring.

Friday, September 11, 2009

The Secretary's Mistake, Pt. 1

It had been a long busy day. The secretary had worked diligently to complete an important document for her boss by the close of business. She was wearily gathering her things, and preparing to leave when her boss asked her to step into his office for a moment.

She had always found him attractive which made her slightly nervous in his presence. Today was even worse as he was dressed for his business engagement later that evening...starched white shirt, blue tie, black suspenders, dress pants. She nearly swooned each time she went into his office today.

As soon as she stepped over the threshhold to his office, he slapped her completed report down on his desk and asked,

"Do you know what this is, Mrs. Sparks?"

"Yes, sir. It is your report I just finished for you this afternoon," she replied, nervously shifting from one foot to the other.

"This, Mrs. Sparks, is a piece of crap! This is the worst excuse for accuracy I have ever seen," he bellowed.

"I, I'm s-s-sorry, Sir", she stammered, on the verge of tears.

She reached for the report, promising, "I'll take it to my desk and correct it right now."

" Mrs. Sparks, this report is so full of errors and mistakes, you cant possibly correct it by the time I am to present it to the investors at 8 o'clock tonight. The way I see it, you have two options....."

She waited expectantly for her two choices.

" You may either stay late every night for the next week correcting the report for the meeting I will now have to reschedule. I doubt your husband will like that very much, now will he, Mrs. Sparks?"

She slowly shook her head no, feeling a bit apprehensive.

" can stay late tonight and take your punishment like the good little girl I know you are."

She stood staring at him, his meaning slowly dawning on her.

"Well, Mrs. Sparks, which is it going to be?"

She paused a moment before slowly turning to close and lock his door.

"That's a good girl. I knew you would make the right choice for yourself."

"Come here and stand in front of me," he directed.

She complied obediently.He ran his hands up the sides of her thighs, underneath her skirt as she stood there. She could see a bulge forming in his pants. She tried not to notice. She tried not to think about anything right at this moment.

He took her hand and gently tugged at her while patting his lap.

"Go on, Mrs. Sparks, you know what you need to do."

She meekly laid herself across his lap. Let out a small gasp, when he lifted her skirt and pulled her white, satin panties down around her knees.

"Such a sweet little ass," he murmered as he rubbed.

She heard him fumbling around in his pen caddy on his desk. Then felt the sharp sting of the ruler he had removed from it.

" Such a shame you require such discipline, Mrs. Sparks."

"Yes, Mr. Johnson, yes," she replied softly.

Alarmed that she felt herself growing a little wet with each sting of the ruler.

Without warning, his hand slapped down on her. She jumped and cried out.He continued to slap, over and over, harder and harder until she was squirming around on his lap, his erection poking into her middle.

"Please, Mr. Johnson, I'll work harder. I'll do better, I promise, Sir."

"I know you will, dear. I'm going to see to that." he cooed as he gently rubbed her bright red ass before pulling her panties back up.

"Why dont you start by getting under my desk, and showing me what a good worker you are, sweetheart."

She crawled under his desk, and waited for her instructions.

"Take your blouse off for me, dear," he whispered softly.

She slowly undid the buttons of her blouse, her hands shaking a little, her pussy disturbingly wet.When she had removed the blouse, she looked up at him expectantly.

"Come here," he beckoned as he pulled her up to her knees in front of him.He kissed her softly as he reached around her, unhooked her bra and let it fall to the floor.

He took her pink, hard nipples between his fingers and twisted viciously. She gasped, arched her back, and felt a gush of wetness between her legs even as he hissed,

"That's just a reminder of why you're here, dear. You are here because you are such an incompetant slut."

With that, he stood up and shoved her back under the desk, her head banging painfully against it.She watched as he pulled down his black suspenders, unbuckled his belt, unzipped his pants, pulled them down to his ankles, and sat back down in the chair.His cock stood large and throbbing, as he beckoned her,

"Come here and show me what good work you do, angel"

She cautiously crept from under the desk, to take him in her mouth.He groaned as her lips wrapped around him. She slowly worked his full length to the back of her throat, relaxing her throat as she had taught herself to do to accomodate his large cock. Her head began to bob up and down as her tongue circled his shaft. She could taste his excitement as it oozed from the tip of his cock which caused a throbbing pleasure to build between her legs. She looked up at him, wanting to enjoy the expression of pleasure her work must surely be causing on his face, only to have him roughly slap her face, barking,

"Keep your eyes down, whore. Focus on your work."

She sucked faster and harder, her hands twisting up and down his wet member. He thrust his hips at her, her hand banging against the desktop as he did so, urging his cock deeper and deeper into her throat until he released with a loud groan, his hot load spilling down the back of her throat. She swallowed greedily, silently noting the wetness that was now drenching her panties and seeping down the insides of her thighs.

"Stand up, dear. I'm not quite through with your lesson today."

Wednesday, September 2, 2009

Slipping and Sliding

Jay and I have recently been rediscovering the joys of massage oil. The last two nights I have lit the "slut scented" candle in our room (Black Amethyst from Bath and Body Works, if anyone is interested), we've both stripped naked, Jay has laid face down on the bed, and I have climbed atop him, my pussy rubbing against the small of his back as I rub warm massage oil into his back.

My pussy slowly begins to pulse as my hands work out the tension in his neck and back. He moans softly as my fingers slide up the middle of his spine coming to rest in his hair as I knead his scalp. When my arousal has climbed sky high, I lie against him rubbing my breasts up and down his slippery back, my slick cunt rubbing deliciously against his tailbone.

He turns his head and we kiss feverishly until he flips me over on my side, arms and legs entangled, mouths hungrily seeking. He flips open the bottle of massage oil and drizzles it all over my breasts and belly, his hands gliding up and down my oily skin. He pinches my nipples as I gasp, reaching for his hard cock with my slippery hands. I lay his cock against my thigh, rubbing it up and down with the palm of my hand. My arousal climbs even higher as his cock grows rock hard in my hand.

When we have both reached our limit, he pushes me onto my back, legs spread in the air, pussy begging for him. I moan and squirm as I await his entry. He pushes all the way in with one swift thrust. I moan loudly as his cock hits my cervix. We begin to rock together as I rub my clit until I gasp that I want him to take me from behind. He pushes me onto all fours, and wastes no time entering me again. His finger finds its way into my ass as he fucks me, and I moan again with the pleasure. "Yeah, baby, fuck my ass," I moan. He obliges by violently thrusting what feels like two fingers in and out of my asshole as he fucks my pussy with his cock.

It takes only a few more minutes of this before I am screaming into my pillow as I cum. Jay is right behind me losing his hot, creamy load into my pussy.

Damn, but I love massage oil!!