Jay and I had such an erotic, arousing night this evening. Raise your hand if you remember my Hot Englishman! We have been back in touch over the past 2 or 3 months. Jay and I have communicated quite a bit on the subject of what we each want in our "adventurous" sex play. I am now ok with and even excited about being shared. There are very strict parameters set up that I won't bore you with.
We first met the Hot Englishment about 3 years ago. He flew to Atlanta on business a number of times and I was still very uncertain about what I wanted so I regretfully turned this very wonderful man down more than once. He is hoping to come to Atlanta again fairly soon, and this time I won't be turning him down.
We had a rather hot cam session tonight, although technical difficulties did make it less than perfect. Being in the UK and having to compensate for the time difference this sweet or more accurately put horny man actually set an alarm to wake him to meet us at the agreed upon time. How he managed to actually get up from a dead sleep I have no idea...LOL.
Have I mentioned that this man is highly attractive, even more so butt ass naked with his hard cock in his hand. Tonight was the first time we actually spoke with each other. His accent makes me want to melt like butter.
Jay had to leave the room for a few minutes which left Mr. Englishman and I to carry on alone. And carry on we did. I spread my wet pussy for him and inserted one of my favorite dildos while fucking myself vigourously. He stood stroking his cock for me, and I so wanted to lick his chest and abdomen as my eyes feasted on him.
He brought his cock closer to the camera for me as I grew wetter and wetter, fingering my now hard little clit. He told me how he wanted to have me suck his balls and shove my tongue inside his ass. He wanted to lick my clit as Jay fucked me. I told him how I wanted him to fuck me after Jeff had cum inside me. I panted out that then I wanted him to cum in me, and get between my legs and lick all the cum out of me. At this point, I lost all control. "I'm going to cum Mr. Englishman, I'm going to cum" I managed to get out as I came hard on my fingers.
Jay returned soon after this. We all joked about the fact that I was such a slut I had already cum while he was gone. I sucked Jay's cock while Hot Englishman watched trying to demonstrate what I wanted to do for him. Licking his balls, taking his cock to the back of my throat, gagging on it, gently sucking and licking the head.
Jay placed himself between my legs and began to lick my still sensitive clit as my eyes continued to feast on the Hot Englisman's body. I was soon writhing in pleasure. Daddy looked up at me and said "Don't you cum" I mewed my displeasure but held myself back. A few more mimutes of licking and I was on the edge again. "Daddy, please can I come?" "Ask Hot Englishman if you can come." Dammit he wouldn't let me come either!! "Five more seconds" He must have repeated that for a full damn minute until I was finally allowed to explode again.
Jay then had me on my back and inserted his cock in me as I watched Hot Englishman's cock grow even larger as he stroked faster and faster. My hips pumped at Jay as Mr. Englishman pumped his cock into his hand. I grunted out how much I wanted his cock in my mouth right now. He asked if I could get two cocks in my mouth at once. I innocently replied "I don't know, I've never tried it." The thought of it however made me even wetter.
Mr. Englishman urged us on, telling Jay to come in me because he wanted to see it dripping out of my cunt. Jay pumped hard and deep until he exploded inside me.
I spread my pussy for my Hot Englishman to give him a view of my wet cum oozing cunt as he stroked harder and harder. I watched intently. There is NOTHING I love more than to watch a man stroke his cock for me and cum all over his hand. Given of course it is a man I know and like and not just some random strange weirdo wanting a chick to watch him get off. My Hot Englishman did not disappoint. When he was done I had this burning desire to lick his cum covered hand clean.
I very much look forward to further adventures with this man.
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Monday, September 6, 2010
In Traning, Conclusion
I was then directed to come to Headmaster as he sat in his chair, assume position 2 and suck his very hard cock. I did this with joy, trying my best to take his full length down my throat. When I was given permission to use my hands, I twisted up and down as I sucked the head, my glistening cunt spread wide and throbbing.
Headmaster then directed me back to the ottoman, stood over me and twirled the flogger over my body as adrenaline coursed through me in anticipation of one of my favorite toys. I moaned as he struck my breasts, belly and inner thighs with the flogger. I must have made my enjoyment too obvious for he soon placed the handle of the flogger in my mouth commanding me not to drop it and moved on to the dreaded cane.
The cane is a thin stick which looks harmless enough but packs an awful stinging bite. Headmaster applied the cane to my inner thighs as I cried out my pain.
I was told repeatedly to be quiet “it won’t make it an easier,” yet this was the one order I had the most trouble following. When the pain is nearly more than I can bear, I have to release it from my body somehow. That somehow for me is crying out. I think bearing his discipline in silence will be one of my hardest lessons to learn from my Headmaster.
Headmaster lifted my leg, unbuckled and removed one sandaled heel. I thought perhaps he would suck my toes, but I was not at all prepared for his true purpose.
The cane met the bottom of my foot with blinding pain. I cried out and instinctively jerked my foot away from him, my body covered in a sheen of sweat.
He leaned over me and snarled, “Don’t pull away from me. Don’t you EVER pull away from me, do you understand?”
I nodded that I did, and God... help... me... he moved back to my foot. I considered using my safe word at this point. I felt it forming on my lips, hoped that Jay might say it for me, but he watched in silence. I couldn’t bring myself to say it as it seemed somehow a badge of failure to me; and so I endured two more licks on the bottom of the foot by the cane, each time disobeying by crying out loudly and pulling my foot away.
Headmaster then had me stand and directed me to remove my other heel. I unbuckled the shoe and tossed it off my foot. I was immediately grabbed by the hair my head pulled down to his seated level,
“Now did that seem appropriate to just toss your shoe like that? That’s something an obstinate child would do. Are you a child?”
“No Sir. I’m sorry Sir.” I managed.
He then sent me to retrieve a condom from the bag. I brought it to him and began to open the wrapper. Again I had done the wrong thing.
“Did I tell you to open it?”
“No Sir,” came my humble reply.
In time he told me to open it, and then place it on him.
I was directed to turn around and sit on his cock. I instinctively began to rock back and forth and was ordered to be still and just sit on his cock. When I complied, I was told I could rock slowly back and forth. I began to move slowly on his cock enjoying the sensations inside my cunt as Daddy approached me and placed his cock in my mouth. I sucked Daddy’s hardness while I bounced on Headmaster’s cock. What a lucky girl I was.
When Daddy was satisfied, he sat back to watch me bouncing harder and harder on Headmaster’s cock. When I was close again Headmaster pulled me backwards by my leash, my collar choking me as I leaned back against him. Thankfully I was given permission to cum because I could no longer control my arousal and was flying towards an unstoppable orgasm.
My strangled gasps filled the air of the hotel room as I came. When it was finished, I leaned forward onto the ottoman, panting and sweating, his cock still inside me as I tried to regain my senses.
He struck me along the back and ass with the cane, this time eliciting deliciously pleasurable sensations.
I began to bounce up and down on his cock harder and harder until my nipples were in agony. My bouncing came to a stop only to have him thrust hard from underneath me as I cried out, “my tits, Oh God my tits”; again an instance where my safe word was needed yet I did not want to fail in using it.
I was able to push past the pain and began to thrust violently on his cock again until my thighs were burning and I was gasping for air as hard as I do after a 4 or 5mile run.
I eventually dismounted his cock and stood only to be pulled down to his level by my hair.
“We have learned some lessons today, haven’t we?” he questioned.
“You were brought here to learn your place and learn to be more obedient to Daddy."
"We all know that you like to test limits. The lessons learned here are to be carried beyond this room otherwise I am wasting my time. Do you want me to waste my time?”
“No Sir,” I replied.
“Good girl. Now repeat to me what I have said and what you have learned here today.”
“That I am to take the lessons here and apply them in the world outside this room. That I am to learn to be more obedient to Daddy.”
“Good girl,” he crooned.
I was then sent on my hands and knees to retrieve a warm wash cloth and carry it back in my mouth. I was then directed to remove his condom full of his seed and clean his cock and balls with the cloth. I was made to repeat the whole process for Daddy minus the removal of a condom.
I was then sent to retrieve the dildo still stuck on the mirror. I couldn’t bring myself to put it in my mouth and attempted to crawl with it in my hand.
“Is that how you are to bring things to me?” he asked.
“No Sir,” I responded as I gripped it in my mouth.
When I returned to kneel before him my bottom was caned as he chided, “I gave you two examples of how you are to bring things to me and you made a conscious choice not to do it, didn’t you?”
“Yes Sir. I’m sorry Sir. I’ll do better Sir,” I responded as the cane dealt its discipline.
I was then sent to fetch various other things with my mouth and generally tidy up the room.
I then dressed him as I knelt before him... I placed his underwear on him which I had retrived with my mouth, his shorts, and his belt.
By far the worst thing I was made to retrieve with my mouth were his shoes and socks. I hesitated over them, horrified at the notion of putting them in my mouth, but too spent to endure much more punishment so I complied and carried each sock and each shoe to him in my mouth. When I had fully dressed him, I placed each sock and shoe on his foot and tied them.
He then sent me to retrieve my dress at which Jay stopped him saying he was not done with me and wanted me naked.
Headmaster again sternly reminded me this was just the first of our lessons. I was to take what I learned beyond just today’s session. Future sessions would increase in intensity, most especially in the discipline dealt for disobedience.
"Yes Sir,” I replied humbly.
After he and Jay shook hands, he left and Jay and I were alone in the room. My dearest Jay laid me back on the bed and sunk his hard cock into me. We fucked with our own particular rhythm, his cock rubbing just the right places inside me until he came with a moan, warm, wet and familiar inside me.
Jay and I have embarked on a new world of sex and discipline which is exciting to each of us. Much has happened in the week since this particular session which I am eager to share with you in upcoming posts.
Headmaster then directed me back to the ottoman, stood over me and twirled the flogger over my body as adrenaline coursed through me in anticipation of one of my favorite toys. I moaned as he struck my breasts, belly and inner thighs with the flogger. I must have made my enjoyment too obvious for he soon placed the handle of the flogger in my mouth commanding me not to drop it and moved on to the dreaded cane.
The cane is a thin stick which looks harmless enough but packs an awful stinging bite. Headmaster applied the cane to my inner thighs as I cried out my pain.
I was told repeatedly to be quiet “it won’t make it an easier,” yet this was the one order I had the most trouble following. When the pain is nearly more than I can bear, I have to release it from my body somehow. That somehow for me is crying out. I think bearing his discipline in silence will be one of my hardest lessons to learn from my Headmaster.
Headmaster lifted my leg, unbuckled and removed one sandaled heel. I thought perhaps he would suck my toes, but I was not at all prepared for his true purpose.
The cane met the bottom of my foot with blinding pain. I cried out and instinctively jerked my foot away from him, my body covered in a sheen of sweat.
He leaned over me and snarled, “Don’t pull away from me. Don’t you EVER pull away from me, do you understand?”
I nodded that I did, and God... help... me... he moved back to my foot. I considered using my safe word at this point. I felt it forming on my lips, hoped that Jay might say it for me, but he watched in silence. I couldn’t bring myself to say it as it seemed somehow a badge of failure to me; and so I endured two more licks on the bottom of the foot by the cane, each time disobeying by crying out loudly and pulling my foot away.
Headmaster then had me stand and directed me to remove my other heel. I unbuckled the shoe and tossed it off my foot. I was immediately grabbed by the hair my head pulled down to his seated level,
“Now did that seem appropriate to just toss your shoe like that? That’s something an obstinate child would do. Are you a child?”
“No Sir. I’m sorry Sir.” I managed.
He then sent me to retrieve a condom from the bag. I brought it to him and began to open the wrapper. Again I had done the wrong thing.
“Did I tell you to open it?”
“No Sir,” came my humble reply.
In time he told me to open it, and then place it on him.
I was directed to turn around and sit on his cock. I instinctively began to rock back and forth and was ordered to be still and just sit on his cock. When I complied, I was told I could rock slowly back and forth. I began to move slowly on his cock enjoying the sensations inside my cunt as Daddy approached me and placed his cock in my mouth. I sucked Daddy’s hardness while I bounced on Headmaster’s cock. What a lucky girl I was.
When Daddy was satisfied, he sat back to watch me bouncing harder and harder on Headmaster’s cock. When I was close again Headmaster pulled me backwards by my leash, my collar choking me as I leaned back against him. Thankfully I was given permission to cum because I could no longer control my arousal and was flying towards an unstoppable orgasm.
My strangled gasps filled the air of the hotel room as I came. When it was finished, I leaned forward onto the ottoman, panting and sweating, his cock still inside me as I tried to regain my senses.
He struck me along the back and ass with the cane, this time eliciting deliciously pleasurable sensations.
I began to bounce up and down on his cock harder and harder until my nipples were in agony. My bouncing came to a stop only to have him thrust hard from underneath me as I cried out, “my tits, Oh God my tits”; again an instance where my safe word was needed yet I did not want to fail in using it.
I was able to push past the pain and began to thrust violently on his cock again until my thighs were burning and I was gasping for air as hard as I do after a 4 or 5mile run.
I eventually dismounted his cock and stood only to be pulled down to his level by my hair.
“We have learned some lessons today, haven’t we?” he questioned.
“You were brought here to learn your place and learn to be more obedient to Daddy."
"We all know that you like to test limits. The lessons learned here are to be carried beyond this room otherwise I am wasting my time. Do you want me to waste my time?”
“No Sir,” I replied.
“Good girl. Now repeat to me what I have said and what you have learned here today.”
“That I am to take the lessons here and apply them in the world outside this room. That I am to learn to be more obedient to Daddy.”
“Good girl,” he crooned.
I was then sent on my hands and knees to retrieve a warm wash cloth and carry it back in my mouth. I was then directed to remove his condom full of his seed and clean his cock and balls with the cloth. I was made to repeat the whole process for Daddy minus the removal of a condom.
I was then sent to retrieve the dildo still stuck on the mirror. I couldn’t bring myself to put it in my mouth and attempted to crawl with it in my hand.
“Is that how you are to bring things to me?” he asked.
“No Sir,” I responded as I gripped it in my mouth.
When I returned to kneel before him my bottom was caned as he chided, “I gave you two examples of how you are to bring things to me and you made a conscious choice not to do it, didn’t you?”
“Yes Sir. I’m sorry Sir. I’ll do better Sir,” I responded as the cane dealt its discipline.
I was then sent to fetch various other things with my mouth and generally tidy up the room.
I then dressed him as I knelt before him... I placed his underwear on him which I had retrived with my mouth, his shorts, and his belt.
By far the worst thing I was made to retrieve with my mouth were his shoes and socks. I hesitated over them, horrified at the notion of putting them in my mouth, but too spent to endure much more punishment so I complied and carried each sock and each shoe to him in my mouth. When I had fully dressed him, I placed each sock and shoe on his foot and tied them.
He then sent me to retrieve my dress at which Jay stopped him saying he was not done with me and wanted me naked.
Headmaster again sternly reminded me this was just the first of our lessons. I was to take what I learned beyond just today’s session. Future sessions would increase in intensity, most especially in the discipline dealt for disobedience.
"Yes Sir,” I replied humbly.
After he and Jay shook hands, he left and Jay and I were alone in the room. My dearest Jay laid me back on the bed and sunk his hard cock into me. We fucked with our own particular rhythm, his cock rubbing just the right places inside me until he came with a moan, warm, wet and familiar inside me.
Jay and I have embarked on a new world of sex and discipline which is exciting to each of us. Much has happened in the week since this particular session which I am eager to share with you in upcoming posts.
Sunday, September 5, 2010
In Training, Pt. 1
Jay and I had a most illuminating and erotic experience last Sunday. I have been conversing with a new friend for about a month now. We have been getting to know each other in general, and most specifically discussing my desire for a 2nd dominant.
Last Sunday Jay and I made the decision to meet with him. The parameters were set that if there seemed to be some sort of chemistry, he would dispense with the small talk and move forward quickly with what we all desired. We were to meet at a local hotel which also housed a lounge where we might have drinks and chat.
Unfortunately, the lounge was not available on a Sunday afternoon so it was agreed we would simply meet at the hotel and find a quiet place to chat.
Jay informed me that we had to make a little side stop on the way over to our meeting which turned out to be a trip to the mall where I was to pick out a pair of panties to wear to our meeting.
When we arrived at the hotel I was nervous as a cat. We walked in and glanced around the lobby to see our guest had not yet arrived, so we sat down to wait which made it even worse. He arrived not five minutes later and my heart began to pound.
We exchanged pleasantries and sought out a quiet place on the other side of the hotel to chat. We sat with Jay to my right and our new friend directly across from me.
“I understand you made a stop on your way here today,” he began.
I nodded my head in assent.
“And what did you make the stop for?” he prodded.
“A pair of panties,” I answer shyly.
“Why don’t you show me,” he replied.
I lifted my dress enough to flash him the panties.
“Go ahead and stand up and take them off and place them on the table here,” he directed.
I hesitated for a moment, glanced around to see the area was deserted, stood up, removed the panties and tossed them on the table.
“Fold them up neatly and place them on the table,” he directed in a measured tone.
I retrieved the panties from the table, folded them awkwardly, feeling silly and embarrassed and placed them back on the table.
“Do you have your rosebud in?” he queried.
I nodded that I did.
“Stand up, bend over the chair, and show me,” he replied.
I did exactly as I was told, lifting my dress to show him my pink rosebud glimmering from my asshole.
I sat back down, twirling my sunglasses nervously in one hand until I caught him staring from me to the twirling hand. I immediately stilled my hand with nothing but a look.
We began to discuss our mutual desire to check in and adjourn to a room.
“Do you understand why you have been brought here today” he asked.
“Yes Sir,” I replied.
“And why is that?” he countered.
“For training, Sir,” I responded.
“That’s right. And do you understand that you will be pushed and limits will be tested?”
“Yes Sir”
“Are you ready for that?”
“Yes Sir,” I responded as my pussy moistened and a tingle of fear began to run through me.
As we reached the hall on which our room was located, our new friend which I shall refer to as Sir Headmaster going forward, turned to me and said, “You will remove your dress here in the hall.”
The hall was deserted but I could hear people moving about somewhere nearby. I looked at him nervously, unsure what to do.
“I can hear people around the corner,” I protested weakly.
“Then we’d better move quickly, hadn’t we?” Headmaster replied in an even tone.
“Yes Sir,” I responded as I quickly pulled my dress over my head leaving me entirely naked save for my heels.
I scurried behind him desperate for the privacy of the closed hotel room door.
When we entered the room, Daddy ordered me to my knees and affixed my collar around my neck.
Headmaster approached me and informed me he would be teaching me my basic positions which I would be expected to memorize and move into quickly with only the utterance of the number by him. He further clarified I was to use the standard safe words of “yellow” and “red” with which he understood I was familiar. He suggested I let Daddy call my safe words for me, but would allow me to use them as well during this first session.
Position one required me to stand, hands behind my head, chest out, legs spread. He circled me as I stood in this position explaining that this position allowed him to view and inspect nearly all of my body. My pussy grew even wetter as he looked me over as if I was a piece of livestock of which he was considering purchase.
Position two required me to keep my legs straight and lean forward at a 90 degree angle, legs still spread, hands on the back of my head. From this position I was told he could inspect areas he could not see in position one such as my pussy and ass. He could make sure I was clean and properly shaven he told me as he spread my ass cheeks and ran his finger over my dripping cunt. He returned me to position one and slowly inserted his fingers in my mouth as I sucked my own wetness from them.
Position three required me to kneel on the ground hands behind my head, chest pushed out, while position four was a position of worship which placed my face on the floor arms outstretched in front of my body.
From here on out he would call out numbers and I would comply with the position. A time or two I stumbled on what to do with my hands in position one until my head was jerked down by the hair to his seated position and he quietly said to me in his measured tone, “The hands go in the same place in each position. Why is this so hard for you? It’s not that difficult, is it?”
“No Sir,” I replied.
My leash was attached to my collar, I was ordered on all fours and made to crawl along the floor as he led me about the room, the leash taut enough to cause the collar to choke me.
When this task was completed I was directed to remove his shoes and socks. I have a thing about feet. I am not fond of touching them with the exception of my own and my daughter’s cute little feet, so I had a little trouble with the notion of removing his socks. I did remove them and immediately tossed them inside out onto his shoes. It was an act of laziness I was not going to get away with. I was immediately reprimanded and told to fold the socks neatly over his shoes right side out. I squeamishly turned them right side out and laid them neatly over the shoes as directed, my need to please outweighing my aversion to touching his socks.
He then removed his belt and I watched nervously knowing what was coming next. I was led to the bed and made to bend over it, ass exposed. I was relieved to find the strokes of the belt were rather mild and easily bearable.
I was then ordered back down on my knees and made to remove his shorts. I noted the bulge of his cock in his underwear and wondered when I would have the pleasure of seeing it. I was led about the room on all fours a few more times before being told to remove his underwear.
His cock sprang forth, large, hard and oozing with precum. He brought it to my face and I reached out to take it in my mouth only to be slapped in the face and reminded I had not been given permission to take him in my mouth. He slapped his cock in my face quite hard a few times before allowing me to take him in my mouth. I sucked and tasted as my head moved up and down.
When he pulled out of my mouth to slap me a bit more, I took my hands off my head to move the hair out of my face that had fallen down and was irritating me. He immediately pulled me up by the hair, bent over to look me in the eye and said in that measured tone of his as if speaking to a child,
“You don’t move your hands. If you need to move your hands, I will tell you, understand?”
I nodded my head that I did.
Headmaster began to rummage through the gear bag that Daddy had brought, surveying what he had to work with. He found the bag of clothes pins and began to methodically attach them to my breasts.
He then found one of several dildos in the bag. I was mortified by the one he pulled out. It had not been used in some time and was covered in dog hair from its last visit to our bed. I always thoroughly clean our toys after use. I have no idea why this one was in the condition that it was. Nevertheless I was embarrassed by my unkempt dildo.
He led me to the mirror mounted on the wall and attached the suction cup dildo to it. I was then directed into position #2, ordered to push back into the dildo and began to fuck it. As I did this, Headmaster came around in front of me and inserted his cock into my mouth. I was to fuck the dildo mounted on the mirror while sucking Headmaster. I felt a bit embarrassed by the noise of the mirror banging against the wall as I moved. We were near the door to the hotel room and I did not want to make too much noise. Headmaster began to move me back and forth on the dildo at the pace he was seeking. The mirror squeaked and banged against the wall in a most mortifying fashion.
When Headmaster had had enough I was led back to the center of the room into position one. I stood with my hands behind my head, chest pushed out as he took the end of my leash and began to lash at my breasts methodically dislodging the clothes pins with his blows. I cried out a few times with the pain.
When he had succeeded in removing all the clothes pins, he took each breast in his hands and squeezed forcefully.
“It’s not putting the clothes pins on that is painful; it’s when you remove them and the blood begins to flow back in,” he told me as I panted and groaned in agony.
When my breast torture was complete for the moment, I was laid back on the bed, legs bent and spread. Clothespins were attached to my pussy lips. Again this was entirely bearable and arousing for me, until he retrieved a roll of electrical tape from Jay. He wrapped this around each thigh and attached it to the clothes pins, pulling my pussy lips in a most wonderfully excruciating manner.
He also attempted to attach a clothes pin to my clit at which I cried out, “What the fuck?!”, and jumped unable to tolerate the pain level. I should have used my safe word at this point. I am surprised I was not reprimanded for not doing so.
Headmaster noted that I was very wet…so wet that he had trouble affixing the clothes pins to my pussy lips.
“When did you first become wet?” he probed.
Again I was shamed. . Shamed that I was so extremely wet, shamed that I was spread out there on the bed for he and Daddy to stare at just how wet I was, shamed to tell him I had first began to grow wet during our conversation in the lobby. After a little writhing around and stalling, I finally admitted to him when I began to grow wet.
He came to the side of the bed, my leash raised in his hand preparing to strike my inner thighs and/or pussy. I flinched, cried out and tensed.
He leaned down and said in a measured tone of voice again as if speaking to a child, “I haven’t even done anything yet. Quit anticipating it.”
I couldn’t help myself. I continued to writhe and whimper as he raised the leash again. He finally took pity on me and covered my eyes with his hands as he struck my inner thighs and pussy with the end of the leather leash.
I was rewarded with his cock in my mouth and his fingers moving on my clit. I sucked his cock to the best of my ability with my head in an awkward position, licking up and down the shaft until I reached his balls. Licking and sucking his balls until I was rewarded with “That’s a good girl.” My clit became more and more stimulated as his fingers worked it.
“Are you close to cumming?” he asked.
“Yes Sir,” I breathed.
“Don’t you do it. Don’t you cum without permission.”
I was pulled back up off the bed into position one as nipple clamps were retrieve from the bag and attached to my nipples with the chain connecting them threaded through the O ring in my collar, causing the clamps to bite into my nipples at first in a very arousing manner which would quickly become increasingly painful.
After a few moments I was directed to sit on the ottoman facing the chair and masturbate for him. I did this with abandon as my pussy was so wet and so very swollen. I took a furtive glance at Headmaster every now and then as he focused his attention on my hand and cunt which only served to increase my arousal.
When I was clearly close, again came the order, “Don’t you cum.”
I whimpered a bit and slowed my hand trying to stem the rising tide of pleasure threatening to wash over me.
“Don’t slow down either. Don’t you cum, but don’t slow down,” Headmaster ordered.
I took a couple of breaths which always helps me hold off cumming and did my best to comply.
Last Sunday Jay and I made the decision to meet with him. The parameters were set that if there seemed to be some sort of chemistry, he would dispense with the small talk and move forward quickly with what we all desired. We were to meet at a local hotel which also housed a lounge where we might have drinks and chat.
Unfortunately, the lounge was not available on a Sunday afternoon so it was agreed we would simply meet at the hotel and find a quiet place to chat.
Jay informed me that we had to make a little side stop on the way over to our meeting which turned out to be a trip to the mall where I was to pick out a pair of panties to wear to our meeting.
When we arrived at the hotel I was nervous as a cat. We walked in and glanced around the lobby to see our guest had not yet arrived, so we sat down to wait which made it even worse. He arrived not five minutes later and my heart began to pound.
We exchanged pleasantries and sought out a quiet place on the other side of the hotel to chat. We sat with Jay to my right and our new friend directly across from me.
“I understand you made a stop on your way here today,” he began.
I nodded my head in assent.
“And what did you make the stop for?” he prodded.
“A pair of panties,” I answer shyly.
“Why don’t you show me,” he replied.
I lifted my dress enough to flash him the panties.
“Go ahead and stand up and take them off and place them on the table here,” he directed.
I hesitated for a moment, glanced around to see the area was deserted, stood up, removed the panties and tossed them on the table.
“Fold them up neatly and place them on the table,” he directed in a measured tone.
I retrieved the panties from the table, folded them awkwardly, feeling silly and embarrassed and placed them back on the table.
“Do you have your rosebud in?” he queried.
I nodded that I did.
“Stand up, bend over the chair, and show me,” he replied.
I did exactly as I was told, lifting my dress to show him my pink rosebud glimmering from my asshole.
I sat back down, twirling my sunglasses nervously in one hand until I caught him staring from me to the twirling hand. I immediately stilled my hand with nothing but a look.
We began to discuss our mutual desire to check in and adjourn to a room.
“Do you understand why you have been brought here today” he asked.
“Yes Sir,” I replied.
“And why is that?” he countered.
“For training, Sir,” I responded.
“That’s right. And do you understand that you will be pushed and limits will be tested?”
“Yes Sir”
“Are you ready for that?”
“Yes Sir,” I responded as my pussy moistened and a tingle of fear began to run through me.
As we reached the hall on which our room was located, our new friend which I shall refer to as Sir Headmaster going forward, turned to me and said, “You will remove your dress here in the hall.”
The hall was deserted but I could hear people moving about somewhere nearby. I looked at him nervously, unsure what to do.
“I can hear people around the corner,” I protested weakly.
“Then we’d better move quickly, hadn’t we?” Headmaster replied in an even tone.
“Yes Sir,” I responded as I quickly pulled my dress over my head leaving me entirely naked save for my heels.
I scurried behind him desperate for the privacy of the closed hotel room door.
When we entered the room, Daddy ordered me to my knees and affixed my collar around my neck.
Headmaster approached me and informed me he would be teaching me my basic positions which I would be expected to memorize and move into quickly with only the utterance of the number by him. He further clarified I was to use the standard safe words of “yellow” and “red” with which he understood I was familiar. He suggested I let Daddy call my safe words for me, but would allow me to use them as well during this first session.
Position one required me to stand, hands behind my head, chest out, legs spread. He circled me as I stood in this position explaining that this position allowed him to view and inspect nearly all of my body. My pussy grew even wetter as he looked me over as if I was a piece of livestock of which he was considering purchase.
Position two required me to keep my legs straight and lean forward at a 90 degree angle, legs still spread, hands on the back of my head. From this position I was told he could inspect areas he could not see in position one such as my pussy and ass. He could make sure I was clean and properly shaven he told me as he spread my ass cheeks and ran his finger over my dripping cunt. He returned me to position one and slowly inserted his fingers in my mouth as I sucked my own wetness from them.
Position three required me to kneel on the ground hands behind my head, chest pushed out, while position four was a position of worship which placed my face on the floor arms outstretched in front of my body.
From here on out he would call out numbers and I would comply with the position. A time or two I stumbled on what to do with my hands in position one until my head was jerked down by the hair to his seated position and he quietly said to me in his measured tone, “The hands go in the same place in each position. Why is this so hard for you? It’s not that difficult, is it?”
“No Sir,” I replied.
My leash was attached to my collar, I was ordered on all fours and made to crawl along the floor as he led me about the room, the leash taut enough to cause the collar to choke me.
When this task was completed I was directed to remove his shoes and socks. I have a thing about feet. I am not fond of touching them with the exception of my own and my daughter’s cute little feet, so I had a little trouble with the notion of removing his socks. I did remove them and immediately tossed them inside out onto his shoes. It was an act of laziness I was not going to get away with. I was immediately reprimanded and told to fold the socks neatly over his shoes right side out. I squeamishly turned them right side out and laid them neatly over the shoes as directed, my need to please outweighing my aversion to touching his socks.
He then removed his belt and I watched nervously knowing what was coming next. I was led to the bed and made to bend over it, ass exposed. I was relieved to find the strokes of the belt were rather mild and easily bearable.
I was then ordered back down on my knees and made to remove his shorts. I noted the bulge of his cock in his underwear and wondered when I would have the pleasure of seeing it. I was led about the room on all fours a few more times before being told to remove his underwear.
His cock sprang forth, large, hard and oozing with precum. He brought it to my face and I reached out to take it in my mouth only to be slapped in the face and reminded I had not been given permission to take him in my mouth. He slapped his cock in my face quite hard a few times before allowing me to take him in my mouth. I sucked and tasted as my head moved up and down.
When he pulled out of my mouth to slap me a bit more, I took my hands off my head to move the hair out of my face that had fallen down and was irritating me. He immediately pulled me up by the hair, bent over to look me in the eye and said in that measured tone of his as if speaking to a child,
“You don’t move your hands. If you need to move your hands, I will tell you, understand?”
I nodded my head that I did.
Headmaster began to rummage through the gear bag that Daddy had brought, surveying what he had to work with. He found the bag of clothes pins and began to methodically attach them to my breasts.
He then found one of several dildos in the bag. I was mortified by the one he pulled out. It had not been used in some time and was covered in dog hair from its last visit to our bed. I always thoroughly clean our toys after use. I have no idea why this one was in the condition that it was. Nevertheless I was embarrassed by my unkempt dildo.
He led me to the mirror mounted on the wall and attached the suction cup dildo to it. I was then directed into position #2, ordered to push back into the dildo and began to fuck it. As I did this, Headmaster came around in front of me and inserted his cock into my mouth. I was to fuck the dildo mounted on the mirror while sucking Headmaster. I felt a bit embarrassed by the noise of the mirror banging against the wall as I moved. We were near the door to the hotel room and I did not want to make too much noise. Headmaster began to move me back and forth on the dildo at the pace he was seeking. The mirror squeaked and banged against the wall in a most mortifying fashion.
When Headmaster had had enough I was led back to the center of the room into position one. I stood with my hands behind my head, chest pushed out as he took the end of my leash and began to lash at my breasts methodically dislodging the clothes pins with his blows. I cried out a few times with the pain.
When he had succeeded in removing all the clothes pins, he took each breast in his hands and squeezed forcefully.
“It’s not putting the clothes pins on that is painful; it’s when you remove them and the blood begins to flow back in,” he told me as I panted and groaned in agony.
When my breast torture was complete for the moment, I was laid back on the bed, legs bent and spread. Clothespins were attached to my pussy lips. Again this was entirely bearable and arousing for me, until he retrieved a roll of electrical tape from Jay. He wrapped this around each thigh and attached it to the clothes pins, pulling my pussy lips in a most wonderfully excruciating manner.
He also attempted to attach a clothes pin to my clit at which I cried out, “What the fuck?!”, and jumped unable to tolerate the pain level. I should have used my safe word at this point. I am surprised I was not reprimanded for not doing so.
Headmaster noted that I was very wet…so wet that he had trouble affixing the clothes pins to my pussy lips.
“When did you first become wet?” he probed.
Again I was shamed. . Shamed that I was so extremely wet, shamed that I was spread out there on the bed for he and Daddy to stare at just how wet I was, shamed to tell him I had first began to grow wet during our conversation in the lobby. After a little writhing around and stalling, I finally admitted to him when I began to grow wet.
He came to the side of the bed, my leash raised in his hand preparing to strike my inner thighs and/or pussy. I flinched, cried out and tensed.
He leaned down and said in a measured tone of voice again as if speaking to a child, “I haven’t even done anything yet. Quit anticipating it.”
I couldn’t help myself. I continued to writhe and whimper as he raised the leash again. He finally took pity on me and covered my eyes with his hands as he struck my inner thighs and pussy with the end of the leather leash.
I was rewarded with his cock in my mouth and his fingers moving on my clit. I sucked his cock to the best of my ability with my head in an awkward position, licking up and down the shaft until I reached his balls. Licking and sucking his balls until I was rewarded with “That’s a good girl.” My clit became more and more stimulated as his fingers worked it.
“Are you close to cumming?” he asked.
“Yes Sir,” I breathed.
“Don’t you do it. Don’t you cum without permission.”
I was pulled back up off the bed into position one as nipple clamps were retrieve from the bag and attached to my nipples with the chain connecting them threaded through the O ring in my collar, causing the clamps to bite into my nipples at first in a very arousing manner which would quickly become increasingly painful.
After a few moments I was directed to sit on the ottoman facing the chair and masturbate for him. I did this with abandon as my pussy was so wet and so very swollen. I took a furtive glance at Headmaster every now and then as he focused his attention on my hand and cunt which only served to increase my arousal.
When I was clearly close, again came the order, “Don’t you cum.”
I whimpered a bit and slowed my hand trying to stem the rising tide of pleasure threatening to wash over me.
“Don’t slow down either. Don’t you cum, but don’t slow down,” Headmaster ordered.
I took a couple of breaths which always helps me hold off cumming and did my best to comply.
Wednesday, June 30, 2010
On Being Daddy's Slut, Conclusion
After rehydrating ourselves, I found myself with Daddy’s cock in my mouth as Joe watched, stroking his cock. He soon reached over and placed my hand on his cock. I stroked it as it rose to full attention. He turned my hand over and spat into it before placing it back on his bulging cock. I cannot begin to describe how much this turned me on. I moaned around Daddy’s cock as I pumped Joe’s up and down, twisting with my hand.
Before long, Joe had me on my back on the sofa, straddling my face as he fucked my mouth with his cock.
“Do you want a faceful of my cum, slut, because you don’t act like it,” Joe accused.
“Yes, yes Sir. I want it, oh God I want it,” I moaned as I writhed underneath him.
I sucked the head of his cock as he stroked it in my face, panting and pulsing with excitement.
Ropes of hot cum shot out onto my face and breasts as I moaned with ecstasy. He slapped my tits with his still hard cock as I rubbed his cum into my nipples.
Daddy took me then, and fucked me hard as Joe’s cum glistened on my face until my pussy was full with his warm pleasure.
We drank some more water, all discussing how we had to get to bed soon as we all had early mornings. As Daddy retrieved more water from the kitchen, Joe sat beside me stroking his cock to life.
“Daddy his cock looks like it needs more attention. May I give it to him?” I asked with desire in my eyes.
“Yes, go ahead,” was Daddy’s reply.
I got on my knees and began to suck and gag again as Joe slapped my face with his cock and shoved me up and down with a fistful of hair.
He soon had me on my knees on the floor, upper body draped over the sofa as he slid his cock inside me. He fucked me unmercifully, pounding into my body with furious thrusts. My face was shoved into the sofa cushion such that I had one small pocket of air, his hand on the back of my neck kept me impossibly restrained. Muffled moans escaped me as I cried out the pleasure of his cock in me.
“Yes, fuck me harder. Oh God yes, please,” I cried.
“You want more, slut?” he demanded.
“Mmm yes, do it. Oh God yes, cum in me Joe. Do it! Cum inside my pussy.”
That sent him over the edge as he bucked inside me as he came.
Daddy had watched this whole scene from a nearby sofa and was rock hard. He laid me back on the sofa and entered me.
“Mmmm, I’m so wet Daddy,” I mewed as he slid into me.
Daddy wasted no time pounding me hard as well as I moaned and moved underneath him.
“Yes, yes Daddy. Fuck me Daddy,” I cried.
My pussy was soon again filled with Jay’s sweet, warm cum.
It was late by all our standards at this point…about 10:30. We chatted a bit. I requested to see Joe’s dog who had whined and clawed behind a locked door the whole time.
She was a sweet, friendly thing. Joe was very much in control of her as well. She obeyed his every word without question. I noticed with a shiver of pleasure more profound than I can describe that he spoke to her in the same manner and tone as he had spoken to me. I was his human bitch.
Today finds me feeling no regret over last night’s encounter, and filled with desire as I run the scenes through my mind again. I bear the marks of the encounter as you can see from the pictures of my bottom…one taken when we arrived home last night, and one taken today.
Jay felt it necessary to give a small demonstration with the flogger and heart shaped paddle just before we left, allowing Joe to get a few practice whacks in, creating the heart shaped red marks you may notice. The back of my neck is sore, various areas of my head are tender from banging against the sofa, my knees are sore, my breasts are sore from rough squeezing and slapping, and my pussy is sore from vigorous use. All in all, I am a very happy submissive girl.
I am hopeful we have found a second Dom for me. What fun we can all have if it works out as Jay and I hope. Stay tuned for more details as they develop…
Before long, Joe had me on my back on the sofa, straddling my face as he fucked my mouth with his cock.
“Do you want a faceful of my cum, slut, because you don’t act like it,” Joe accused.
“Yes, yes Sir. I want it, oh God I want it,” I moaned as I writhed underneath him.
I sucked the head of his cock as he stroked it in my face, panting and pulsing with excitement.
Ropes of hot cum shot out onto my face and breasts as I moaned with ecstasy. He slapped my tits with his still hard cock as I rubbed his cum into my nipples.
Daddy took me then, and fucked me hard as Joe’s cum glistened on my face until my pussy was full with his warm pleasure.
We drank some more water, all discussing how we had to get to bed soon as we all had early mornings. As Daddy retrieved more water from the kitchen, Joe sat beside me stroking his cock to life.
“Daddy his cock looks like it needs more attention. May I give it to him?” I asked with desire in my eyes.
“Yes, go ahead,” was Daddy’s reply.
I got on my knees and began to suck and gag again as Joe slapped my face with his cock and shoved me up and down with a fistful of hair.
He soon had me on my knees on the floor, upper body draped over the sofa as he slid his cock inside me. He fucked me unmercifully, pounding into my body with furious thrusts. My face was shoved into the sofa cushion such that I had one small pocket of air, his hand on the back of my neck kept me impossibly restrained. Muffled moans escaped me as I cried out the pleasure of his cock in me.
“Yes, fuck me harder. Oh God yes, please,” I cried.
“You want more, slut?” he demanded.
“Mmm yes, do it. Oh God yes, cum in me Joe. Do it! Cum inside my pussy.”
That sent him over the edge as he bucked inside me as he came.
Daddy had watched this whole scene from a nearby sofa and was rock hard. He laid me back on the sofa and entered me.
“Mmmm, I’m so wet Daddy,” I mewed as he slid into me.
Daddy wasted no time pounding me hard as well as I moaned and moved underneath him.
“Yes, yes Daddy. Fuck me Daddy,” I cried.
My pussy was soon again filled with Jay’s sweet, warm cum.
It was late by all our standards at this point…about 10:30. We chatted a bit. I requested to see Joe’s dog who had whined and clawed behind a locked door the whole time.
She was a sweet, friendly thing. Joe was very much in control of her as well. She obeyed his every word without question. I noticed with a shiver of pleasure more profound than I can describe that he spoke to her in the same manner and tone as he had spoken to me. I was his human bitch.
Today finds me feeling no regret over last night’s encounter, and filled with desire as I run the scenes through my mind again. I bear the marks of the encounter as you can see from the pictures of my bottom…one taken when we arrived home last night, and one taken today.
Jay felt it necessary to give a small demonstration with the flogger and heart shaped paddle just before we left, allowing Joe to get a few practice whacks in, creating the heart shaped red marks you may notice. The back of my neck is sore, various areas of my head are tender from banging against the sofa, my knees are sore, my breasts are sore from rough squeezing and slapping, and my pussy is sore from vigorous use. All in all, I am a very happy submissive girl.
I am hopeful we have found a second Dom for me. What fun we can all have if it works out as Jay and I hope. Stay tuned for more details as they develop…
Tuesday, June 29, 2010
On Being Daddy's Slut, Pt. 2
Soon afterwards we found ourselves at Joe’s house. I had asked for some gum earlier in the evening to which he responded that he didn’t have any on him but could provide me with some once we got to his house. I asked again for that gum as we walked into his kitchen. He retrieved it for me, waving it in my face and asking what it would be worth to me.
I was directed to get down on my knees on the kitchen floor. As I remarked that the tile floor was hard, Daddy skillfully fastened my collar around my neck. My face was even with Joe’s crotch as I looked up at him for a moment before reaching to unfasten his pants.
I was still nervous, but also eager for his cock. I fumbled with the button and zipper for a moment, planting a few light kisses on his belly before freeing his gorgeous, hard cock.
The smell of him was intoxicating….masculine, musky, sexual. I can still feel it filling my nostrils today bringing with it a swooning sort of desire. My head was quickly shoved down onto his cock. I struggled to take him all in, gagging, tears running down my face as he gripped a fistful of hair, and slid his cock down my throat. My ass was being slapped from behind by Daddy as I gagged and sputtered on Joe’s cock. At some point the gum was given to me which I chewed for a moment before being given a mouthful of cock again.
Daddy had left my rosebud out on the bathroom counter for me earlier in the evening. I saw it, knew what to do with it, but in my nervousness forgot to insert it into my ass.
“Where is it, slut?” Daddy demanded of me.
“What, what, Sir?” I asked, genuinely perplexed.
“You know what. I left something out for you,” he replied.
It dawned on me like a thunderclap. Oh God, I forgot it, I forgot it!
“I forgot it, Daddy,” I blurted.
“You what?” he bellowed.
“I forgot it because I am a stupid slut, Sir,” I offered.
With that I was shoved on all four’s as they both smacked my ass. Joe pulled my head to and fro by a fistful of hair as he slapped me.
“First you complain about the floor, now you forget what your Daddy tells you to do?” Joe admonished me.
“Stop your fucking crying. No crying slut,” he barked as I gasped for air, not actually crying but taking in big sobbing gulps of air as my adrenaline and arousal increased.
I was soon told to get up and walk to the living room. I stood there, naked, waiting for further instruction.
“Get on your knees,” Daddy ordered.
“This collar needs a leash,” Joe announced as he retrieved his dog’s dirty looking leash.
His cock was soon shoved back in my mouth, gagging me almost to the point of vomiting in one instance to my horror.
“Suck your Daddy’s cock now, slut,” he spat at me as he shoved me towards Jay’s waiting cock.
I began to suck Daddy, bringing his cock to full attention. Joe slapped my ass as I sucked just before thrusting his cock inside me (yes condoms were used for those of you who may be concerned for my welfare). He was so big. I struggled to accommodate him as he rammed himself hard inside me. My body tensed with the pain, muffled moans of pain escaped my mouth as it sucked Daddy’s cock.
Slut that I was, my cunt soon relaxed, soon wanted all he could give me. He thrust violently into me from behind as I sucked Daddy’s cock, my moans of pain giving way to moans of pleasure.
Joe requested Daddy’s permission to take over before grabbing me up by the leash, and shoving me down onto the sofa where I fell with a thud.
“Oh you’re just going to fall down like that. Pathetic…get up and get your ass in the air slut,” Joe barked at me.
I obediently raised my ass and pussy to him before he entered me again. He fucked me from behind for several delicious strokes before flipping me onto my back,gripping my hips and dragging me to him. His cock felt so good as it slid inside me. He braced himself over me and pumped hard into my well stretched pussy. I looked up into his face for a moment, then gazed at his tightly chiseled biceps. I gripped them, ran my fingers over them, growing even wetter with desire.
He flipped me again back onto my knees, ass in the air for him. One arm was restrained behind my back as our bodies became slippery with sweat. He went to grab my other arm, and I lost my balance and fell. He immediately grabbed my leash.
“Oh you don’t want to have sex correctly? Let’s go slut,” he ordered as he led me out the back door.
He led me to a hammock in his backyard, laid me face first over it, and began to fuck me again. Soon afterwards, Daddy was inside me as Joe lay in the hammock in front of me, his cock in my mouth again.
When I could stand the heat no longer, I begged for some water. Being a kind Daddy and Joe, they led me back inside where Joe gave me a cool glass of water...
I was directed to get down on my knees on the kitchen floor. As I remarked that the tile floor was hard, Daddy skillfully fastened my collar around my neck. My face was even with Joe’s crotch as I looked up at him for a moment before reaching to unfasten his pants.
I was still nervous, but also eager for his cock. I fumbled with the button and zipper for a moment, planting a few light kisses on his belly before freeing his gorgeous, hard cock.
The smell of him was intoxicating….masculine, musky, sexual. I can still feel it filling my nostrils today bringing with it a swooning sort of desire. My head was quickly shoved down onto his cock. I struggled to take him all in, gagging, tears running down my face as he gripped a fistful of hair, and slid his cock down my throat. My ass was being slapped from behind by Daddy as I gagged and sputtered on Joe’s cock. At some point the gum was given to me which I chewed for a moment before being given a mouthful of cock again.
Daddy had left my rosebud out on the bathroom counter for me earlier in the evening. I saw it, knew what to do with it, but in my nervousness forgot to insert it into my ass.
“Where is it, slut?” Daddy demanded of me.
“What, what, Sir?” I asked, genuinely perplexed.
“You know what. I left something out for you,” he replied.
It dawned on me like a thunderclap. Oh God, I forgot it, I forgot it!
“I forgot it, Daddy,” I blurted.
“You what?” he bellowed.
“I forgot it because I am a stupid slut, Sir,” I offered.
With that I was shoved on all four’s as they both smacked my ass. Joe pulled my head to and fro by a fistful of hair as he slapped me.
“First you complain about the floor, now you forget what your Daddy tells you to do?” Joe admonished me.
“Stop your fucking crying. No crying slut,” he barked as I gasped for air, not actually crying but taking in big sobbing gulps of air as my adrenaline and arousal increased.
I was soon told to get up and walk to the living room. I stood there, naked, waiting for further instruction.
“Get on your knees,” Daddy ordered.
“This collar needs a leash,” Joe announced as he retrieved his dog’s dirty looking leash.
His cock was soon shoved back in my mouth, gagging me almost to the point of vomiting in one instance to my horror.
“Suck your Daddy’s cock now, slut,” he spat at me as he shoved me towards Jay’s waiting cock.
I began to suck Daddy, bringing his cock to full attention. Joe slapped my ass as I sucked just before thrusting his cock inside me (yes condoms were used for those of you who may be concerned for my welfare). He was so big. I struggled to accommodate him as he rammed himself hard inside me. My body tensed with the pain, muffled moans of pain escaped my mouth as it sucked Daddy’s cock.
Slut that I was, my cunt soon relaxed, soon wanted all he could give me. He thrust violently into me from behind as I sucked Daddy’s cock, my moans of pain giving way to moans of pleasure.
Joe requested Daddy’s permission to take over before grabbing me up by the leash, and shoving me down onto the sofa where I fell with a thud.
“Oh you’re just going to fall down like that. Pathetic…get up and get your ass in the air slut,” Joe barked at me.
I obediently raised my ass and pussy to him before he entered me again. He fucked me from behind for several delicious strokes before flipping me onto my back,gripping my hips and dragging me to him. His cock felt so good as it slid inside me. He braced himself over me and pumped hard into my well stretched pussy. I looked up into his face for a moment, then gazed at his tightly chiseled biceps. I gripped them, ran my fingers over them, growing even wetter with desire.
He flipped me again back onto my knees, ass in the air for him. One arm was restrained behind my back as our bodies became slippery with sweat. He went to grab my other arm, and I lost my balance and fell. He immediately grabbed my leash.
“Oh you don’t want to have sex correctly? Let’s go slut,” he ordered as he led me out the back door.
He led me to a hammock in his backyard, laid me face first over it, and began to fuck me again. Soon afterwards, Daddy was inside me as Joe lay in the hammock in front of me, his cock in my mouth again.
When I could stand the heat no longer, I begged for some water. Being a kind Daddy and Joe, they led me back inside where Joe gave me a cool glass of water...
Monday, June 28, 2010
On Being Daddy's Slut, Pt. 1
Jay and I have entered once again into unchartered waters, but with a good bit more communication, respect, and common sense this time.
Sunday morning found us lying sleepily in bed, my hand on Jay's cock as he told me I was going to be his slut today, and I was going to do as I was told. He was scrolling through his phone as he told me this, and I mewed pitifully "No" as I knew he must be trying to find a suitable playmate for me. My "No" wasn't very heartfelt though as my submissive heart has been longing for another dominant alongside my Daddy for quite some time.
Daddy used certain electronic means to inquire about the availability of a dominant man in our area for his wife. He was kind enough to show me responses and photos and allow me to screen them. I was further allowed to chat with the handful of suitable responders throughout the day to get a feel for their style, intelligence level and desires. I finally settled on just one applicant that I was expected to serve along with Daddy that very evening.
I will christen our new friend "Joe" for reasons I will keep to myself. Like my friend "the hot Englishman" (who has yet to be able to arrange a trip back to Atlanta for a meeting) Joe’s occupation is one I find very sexy. He is not as large in stature ( just slightly below my 6' minimum) with the broad shoulders and wide chest I generally prefer , but he more than made up for that with the commanding way he carried himself.
Daddy had a fairly lengthy phone conversation with him in private during which they discussed certain ground rules as well as how I was to serve them. Daddy and I spoke afterwards both agreeing we felt Joe to be safe, sane, intelligent and respectful. It was agreed that we would meet for a drink after dinner and go from there.
We left our daughter safely asleep in her bed with her brother babysitting to meet our new friend. I was nervous as a cat. My palms were sweaty and my mouth was dry. I worried he would be nothing like his photo, totally unacceptable and I would be disappointed. I worried he would be more attractive than I could stand. I worried I was too fat, too old (he is significantly younger than I), too something...
When we arrived at our destination, I had to force myself not to think, but to act. I followed Jay into the bar and straight to Joe who was waiting at a table for us. Oh God help me, he was HOT!
I felt like a teenager on a first date. I couldn’t look him in the eye; I let Jay make most of the conversation. I felt so shy and awkward.
At some point Daddy said to me, “Tell him what you are wearing under that dress.”
“Nothing,” I shyly replied, barely able to look at either one of them.
“Mmmm, you’re gonna make my cock hard right here in the bar if you keep talking like that,” Joe responded.
Shortly afterwards we decided it was time to go. As Jay went to pay, Joe and I were left alone for a moment.
“So what do you think will happen to you when we get to my place?” he queried.
“Well, I think I might find myself on all four’s crawling on the floor,” I offered.
“Oh, you’re gonna be on the floor,” he promised...
Sunday morning found us lying sleepily in bed, my hand on Jay's cock as he told me I was going to be his slut today, and I was going to do as I was told. He was scrolling through his phone as he told me this, and I mewed pitifully "No" as I knew he must be trying to find a suitable playmate for me. My "No" wasn't very heartfelt though as my submissive heart has been longing for another dominant alongside my Daddy for quite some time.
Daddy used certain electronic means to inquire about the availability of a dominant man in our area for his wife. He was kind enough to show me responses and photos and allow me to screen them. I was further allowed to chat with the handful of suitable responders throughout the day to get a feel for their style, intelligence level and desires. I finally settled on just one applicant that I was expected to serve along with Daddy that very evening.
I will christen our new friend "Joe" for reasons I will keep to myself. Like my friend "the hot Englishman" (who has yet to be able to arrange a trip back to Atlanta for a meeting) Joe’s occupation is one I find very sexy. He is not as large in stature ( just slightly below my 6' minimum) with the broad shoulders and wide chest I generally prefer , but he more than made up for that with the commanding way he carried himself.
Daddy had a fairly lengthy phone conversation with him in private during which they discussed certain ground rules as well as how I was to serve them. Daddy and I spoke afterwards both agreeing we felt Joe to be safe, sane, intelligent and respectful. It was agreed that we would meet for a drink after dinner and go from there.
We left our daughter safely asleep in her bed with her brother babysitting to meet our new friend. I was nervous as a cat. My palms were sweaty and my mouth was dry. I worried he would be nothing like his photo, totally unacceptable and I would be disappointed. I worried he would be more attractive than I could stand. I worried I was too fat, too old (he is significantly younger than I), too something...
When we arrived at our destination, I had to force myself not to think, but to act. I followed Jay into the bar and straight to Joe who was waiting at a table for us. Oh God help me, he was HOT!
I felt like a teenager on a first date. I couldn’t look him in the eye; I let Jay make most of the conversation. I felt so shy and awkward.
At some point Daddy said to me, “Tell him what you are wearing under that dress.”
“Nothing,” I shyly replied, barely able to look at either one of them.
“Mmmm, you’re gonna make my cock hard right here in the bar if you keep talking like that,” Joe responded.
Shortly afterwards we decided it was time to go. As Jay went to pay, Joe and I were left alone for a moment.
“So what do you think will happen to you when we get to my place?” he queried.
“Well, I think I might find myself on all four’s crawling on the floor,” I offered.
“Oh, you’re gonna be on the floor,” he promised...
Sunday, February 21, 2010
Interviewing Katy, Conclusion
I'm happy to give you the rest of my Katy Perry fantasy this morning. I hope my readers enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed creating it.
With that Katy beckoned the cameraman over to them as both girls stripped down to their panties.
Both girls kneeled in front of him, helping him to unfasten his belt, unbutton his pants and pull them down to his ankles. His cock bobbed free in front of him.
The girls licked their lips as they took it in. Katy reached out to take it in her hand, squeeze it, and watch the precum glisten on the tip. She turned to kiss the reporter as she began to pump the cameraman’s cock in her hand.
The young reporter soon leaned over to suck her cameraman’s cock into her mouth. She sucked the head before running her tongue along the underside of the shaft as he shuddered with pleasure.
Katy reached down to squeeze the girl’s swaying breasts as she worked her mouth up and down the cameraman’s cock. When she tired, the girl came up for air, stroking the cameraman’s cock as Katy’s tongue entered her mouth again.
Katy took over for the reporter, working the cameraman’s cock to the back of her throat and gagging as he pumped in and out. Both the reporter and cameraman derived great pleasure from the sight of Katy’s heavy breasts swaying back and forth as she allowed her mouth to be fucked.
As the cameraman became unbearably excited, Katy allowed him to slip free of her mouth, both girl’s eagerly awaiting his gift. They kneeled before him, tongues dancing together at the tip of his cock as he stroked himself. The first spurts of cum landed on Katy’s beautiful breasts before he aimed the rest of his offering at the girl’s lips and face.
Katy leaned over to lick the sticky cum from the girl’s lips as wetness began to trickle down the inside of the girl’s thighs. The girl soon had Katy bent over the judge’s desk as she bent down to lick her cameraman’s cum from her firm, round tits. The girl’s hand found its way between Katy’s legs to her wet, little cunt. She slid a finger inside as Katy moaned her pleasure.
The reporter kissed and licked her way to Katy’s warm, inviting sex. She breathed in the scent of her arousal before licking her pussy up one side of each pink, wet lip. Katy gasped and shoved the girl’s head into her crotch. Her tongue soon found it‘s way to the hard nub of her clit as she fucked her hole with her finger. Moisture began to drip into Katy’s tight little ass cheeks as her arousal mounted.
The cameraman stroked his rock hard cock as he took in the sights before him…Katy splayed out on the judge’s desk, her legs thrown over the reporter’s shoulders as her head moved expertly between Katy’s legs. Katy squeezed and kneaded her own magnificent breasts as she moaned for more from the girl. It was all the cameraman could do not to blow again right there in his own hand.
Katy’s moans soon increased in intensity as the reporter circled her tongue ever more urgently around her engorged clit. She felt a rush of cum along her fingers, and Katy began to scream as her cunt clamped down in orgasm around the girl’s finger. Katy reached down and crushed the girl’s face to her pussy, as her body tensed and released with orgasmic pleasure.
When Katy’s orgasm had subsided, the reporter turned to her cameraman and kissed him long and slow, pulling back to whisper, “Doesn’t she taste wonderful?”
“Mmmmmm, just like honey,” came his husky reply.
The reporter reached out, took his cock in her hand and led him to Katy lying prostrate on the judge’s table. She guided his cock to her still slippery hole, and watched as he slid inside with a grunt as Katy squealed with pleasure.
The reporter sucked Katy’s breast into her mouth, her finger deftly circling Katy’s clit as the cameraman fucked her tight hole.
“Does that feel good, baby?” the girl moaned into Katy’s mouth.
“God, yes. His cock is so big,” she whispered.
“Fuck her harder,” the reporter directed her cameraman.
He fucked her until the judge’s desk shook with his efforts, Katy’s tiny body bouncing up and down against the desk as she writhed and moaned.
“That’s it honey. Let it go…cum on his cock,” the girl encouraged as Katy’s head lolled back, her breath coming in ragged gasps.
The cameraman soon threw his head back and groaned, “Oh fuck, I can feel her cumming,” as he released himself inside her while she pulsed around his shaft.
When the orgasms subsided, they all collapsed in a sweaty heap on the judge’s table giggling and a little embarrassed about what they had just done and where they had done it.
When they were all properly dressed once again, Katy shook the young reporter’s hand, and thanked her for the most stimulating interview she had ever been a part of.
With that Katy beckoned the cameraman over to them as both girls stripped down to their panties.
Both girls kneeled in front of him, helping him to unfasten his belt, unbutton his pants and pull them down to his ankles. His cock bobbed free in front of him.
The girls licked their lips as they took it in. Katy reached out to take it in her hand, squeeze it, and watch the precum glisten on the tip. She turned to kiss the reporter as she began to pump the cameraman’s cock in her hand.
The young reporter soon leaned over to suck her cameraman’s cock into her mouth. She sucked the head before running her tongue along the underside of the shaft as he shuddered with pleasure.
Katy reached down to squeeze the girl’s swaying breasts as she worked her mouth up and down the cameraman’s cock. When she tired, the girl came up for air, stroking the cameraman’s cock as Katy’s tongue entered her mouth again.
Katy took over for the reporter, working the cameraman’s cock to the back of her throat and gagging as he pumped in and out. Both the reporter and cameraman derived great pleasure from the sight of Katy’s heavy breasts swaying back and forth as she allowed her mouth to be fucked.
As the cameraman became unbearably excited, Katy allowed him to slip free of her mouth, both girl’s eagerly awaiting his gift. They kneeled before him, tongues dancing together at the tip of his cock as he stroked himself. The first spurts of cum landed on Katy’s beautiful breasts before he aimed the rest of his offering at the girl’s lips and face.
Katy leaned over to lick the sticky cum from the girl’s lips as wetness began to trickle down the inside of the girl’s thighs. The girl soon had Katy bent over the judge’s desk as she bent down to lick her cameraman’s cum from her firm, round tits. The girl’s hand found its way between Katy’s legs to her wet, little cunt. She slid a finger inside as Katy moaned her pleasure.
The reporter kissed and licked her way to Katy’s warm, inviting sex. She breathed in the scent of her arousal before licking her pussy up one side of each pink, wet lip. Katy gasped and shoved the girl’s head into her crotch. Her tongue soon found it‘s way to the hard nub of her clit as she fucked her hole with her finger. Moisture began to drip into Katy’s tight little ass cheeks as her arousal mounted.
The cameraman stroked his rock hard cock as he took in the sights before him…Katy splayed out on the judge’s desk, her legs thrown over the reporter’s shoulders as her head moved expertly between Katy’s legs. Katy squeezed and kneaded her own magnificent breasts as she moaned for more from the girl. It was all the cameraman could do not to blow again right there in his own hand.
Katy’s moans soon increased in intensity as the reporter circled her tongue ever more urgently around her engorged clit. She felt a rush of cum along her fingers, and Katy began to scream as her cunt clamped down in orgasm around the girl’s finger. Katy reached down and crushed the girl’s face to her pussy, as her body tensed and released with orgasmic pleasure.
When Katy’s orgasm had subsided, the reporter turned to her cameraman and kissed him long and slow, pulling back to whisper, “Doesn’t she taste wonderful?”
“Mmmmmm, just like honey,” came his husky reply.
The reporter reached out, took his cock in her hand and led him to Katy lying prostrate on the judge’s table. She guided his cock to her still slippery hole, and watched as he slid inside with a grunt as Katy squealed with pleasure.
The reporter sucked Katy’s breast into her mouth, her finger deftly circling Katy’s clit as the cameraman fucked her tight hole.
“Does that feel good, baby?” the girl moaned into Katy’s mouth.
“God, yes. His cock is so big,” she whispered.
“Fuck her harder,” the reporter directed her cameraman.
He fucked her until the judge’s desk shook with his efforts, Katy’s tiny body bouncing up and down against the desk as she writhed and moaned.
“That’s it honey. Let it go…cum on his cock,” the girl encouraged as Katy’s head lolled back, her breath coming in ragged gasps.
The cameraman soon threw his head back and groaned, “Oh fuck, I can feel her cumming,” as he released himself inside her while she pulsed around his shaft.
When the orgasms subsided, they all collapsed in a sweaty heap on the judge’s table giggling and a little embarrassed about what they had just done and where they had done it.
When they were all properly dressed once again, Katy shook the young reporter’s hand, and thanked her for the most stimulating interview she had ever been a part of.
Tuesday, February 16, 2010
Interviewing Katy, Part 1
As I promised last week,or maybe it was the week before...hell, I dont know, all my weeks run together lately...I have completed a story starring my dear little Katy Perry. Thank you to that certain someone who got this idea floating about in my head as we traded hot emails. I most certainly hope I am not committing any sort of legal offense by writing a piece of fiction about an actual celebrity. If I am I'm sure I'm soon about to find out!
The young reporter pumped her fist in the air as she wrapped up her first interview with a major celebrity after two years of slogging through debutant balls and charity fundraisers. She was both proud of her work and star struck as she found herself interviewing the American Idol panel of judges as they made a stop in Atlanta. The guest judge had been none other than Ms. Katy Perry who was the last judge remaining in the room with the reporter and her cameraman as the shoot wrapped up.
Katy was a bubbly girl who seemed in no hurry to leave while the young reporter’s cameraman packed up their equipment. Katy chatted her up about how she became interested in journalism, where she went to college, music, and fashion. The girl couldn’t keep her eyes from wandering to Katy’s chest as they chatted both admiring and envious of her ample breasts. Katy met the girl’s gaze with a playful gleam in her eyes.
“Do you like them?” she asked as she cupped her breasts in her hands.
The girl blushed unable to look at Katy as she murmured,
“Yes, they’re very nice.”
“They are, aren’t they? They’ve opened a lot of doors for me. Would you like to see them?” she asked as she pointedly looked the reporter in the eye.
The cameraman ceased his packing up routine to watch the scene playing out before him.
“Well, ummmm, I……I…” the girl stammered.
“How about you, would you like to see my breasts?” she inquired of the cameraman.
“Well, I certainly couldn’t turn down such a generous offer from such a beautiful woman,” he artfully replied.
“You are the charmer, aren’t you?” she giggled as she unbuttoned her blouse, and removed her pink satin bra to reveal the most magnificent set of breasts God has ever bestowed upon a woman.
The reporter couldn’t help but gasp as she took them in. They were round, firm, milky white with erect pink nipples.
Katy sauntered over to her and whispered, “Go ahead, you can touch them. I know you want it.”
The reporter hesitantly stood and lifted her hands to Katy’s breasts. She gently took them in each hand, carefully kneading them between her fingers as Katy murmured her approval.
The cameraman stood quietly in the background, his erection steadily growing in his pants, fearful of making a sound lest the girls remember his presence and kick him out.
Katy placed her hand under the girl’s chin, lifted her head, and brought her lips to within an inch of the girl’s. They hovered there a moment as the cameraman reached down to rub his aching crotch. The girl could feel Katy’s sweet breath entering her mouth moments before their lips met. Her lips were full, soft and warm. Her tongue gently swirled inside the girl’s mouth as the girl began to roll Katy’s nipple between her fingers. Katy moaned her approval as she ran her fingers through the girl’s dark, curly hair.
Katy passionately helped the reporter remove her own top and bra before they embraced again, breasts pressed tightly together as they continued to kiss.
“I think we are neglecting someone,” Katy announced as she glanced over at the cameraman whose erection was nearly splitting his pants.
“Shall we ask him to join us?” Katy asked her new friend.
“Yes, let’s,” came the girl’s reply...
The young reporter pumped her fist in the air as she wrapped up her first interview with a major celebrity after two years of slogging through debutant balls and charity fundraisers. She was both proud of her work and star struck as she found herself interviewing the American Idol panel of judges as they made a stop in Atlanta. The guest judge had been none other than Ms. Katy Perry who was the last judge remaining in the room with the reporter and her cameraman as the shoot wrapped up.
Katy was a bubbly girl who seemed in no hurry to leave while the young reporter’s cameraman packed up their equipment. Katy chatted her up about how she became interested in journalism, where she went to college, music, and fashion. The girl couldn’t keep her eyes from wandering to Katy’s chest as they chatted both admiring and envious of her ample breasts. Katy met the girl’s gaze with a playful gleam in her eyes.
“Do you like them?” she asked as she cupped her breasts in her hands.
The girl blushed unable to look at Katy as she murmured,
“Yes, they’re very nice.”
“They are, aren’t they? They’ve opened a lot of doors for me. Would you like to see them?” she asked as she pointedly looked the reporter in the eye.
The cameraman ceased his packing up routine to watch the scene playing out before him.
“Well, ummmm, I……I…” the girl stammered.
“How about you, would you like to see my breasts?” she inquired of the cameraman.
“Well, I certainly couldn’t turn down such a generous offer from such a beautiful woman,” he artfully replied.
“You are the charmer, aren’t you?” she giggled as she unbuttoned her blouse, and removed her pink satin bra to reveal the most magnificent set of breasts God has ever bestowed upon a woman.
The reporter couldn’t help but gasp as she took them in. They were round, firm, milky white with erect pink nipples.
Katy sauntered over to her and whispered, “Go ahead, you can touch them. I know you want it.”
The reporter hesitantly stood and lifted her hands to Katy’s breasts. She gently took them in each hand, carefully kneading them between her fingers as Katy murmured her approval.
The cameraman stood quietly in the background, his erection steadily growing in his pants, fearful of making a sound lest the girls remember his presence and kick him out.
Katy placed her hand under the girl’s chin, lifted her head, and brought her lips to within an inch of the girl’s. They hovered there a moment as the cameraman reached down to rub his aching crotch. The girl could feel Katy’s sweet breath entering her mouth moments before their lips met. Her lips were full, soft and warm. Her tongue gently swirled inside the girl’s mouth as the girl began to roll Katy’s nipple between her fingers. Katy moaned her approval as she ran her fingers through the girl’s dark, curly hair.
Katy passionately helped the reporter remove her own top and bra before they embraced again, breasts pressed tightly together as they continued to kiss.
“I think we are neglecting someone,” Katy announced as she glanced over at the cameraman whose erection was nearly splitting his pants.
“Shall we ask him to join us?” Katy asked her new friend.
“Yes, let’s,” came the girl’s reply...
Sunday, January 17, 2010
Somnolent Smut
I enjoyed quite the dirty dream while luxuriating in sleeping late this morning. I awoke aroused and wet,but unfortunately was awoken by our 6 year old bounding into bed with us announcing, "Mommy, Daddy, it's time to get up!" As it was nearly 10:30 in the morning, we had to acquiese to her demands and forgo any morning marital relations. The day is young, however, and I'm still aroused.
My dream was not something I would normally fantasize about, but did leave me extremely ecited as erotic dreams do seem to be incredibly powerful as the subconcious leads me into territory I would never dare dream to tread in my waking life.
Jay and I were in bed with another couple, all of us sleeping after a night of debauchery together. Jay and I awoke and began to have sex as the other couple slept next to us. When we finished our lovemaking I turned to the other man in bed with us, Jay's cum still leaking from me and began to have sex with him. I was very turned on by the fact that his cock was entering me as Jay's cum still dripped out, and that his wife slept next to us completely unaware of our fucking.
I'm not entirely sure what that dream says about me. I have been considering yet again the idea of inviting another man into our bedroom. I have been extremly aroused by the idea. I suppose the idea has been so much on my mind lately as to express itself in my subconcious. Anyone want to play amateur psyciatrist and take a shot at interpreting it further for me?!
My dream was not something I would normally fantasize about, but did leave me extremely ecited as erotic dreams do seem to be incredibly powerful as the subconcious leads me into territory I would never dare dream to tread in my waking life.
Jay and I were in bed with another couple, all of us sleeping after a night of debauchery together. Jay and I awoke and began to have sex as the other couple slept next to us. When we finished our lovemaking I turned to the other man in bed with us, Jay's cum still leaking from me and began to have sex with him. I was very turned on by the fact that his cock was entering me as Jay's cum still dripped out, and that his wife slept next to us completely unaware of our fucking.
I'm not entirely sure what that dream says about me. I have been considering yet again the idea of inviting another man into our bedroom. I have been extremly aroused by the idea. I suppose the idea has been so much on my mind lately as to express itself in my subconcious. Anyone want to play amateur psyciatrist and take a shot at interpreting it further for me?!
Wednesday, January 6, 2010
The Return of Self Pleasure
It's been a long time since we last met,dear reader. That's mostly because life has been alternately dull, and terribly busy with the holidays with little sexy moments of note. I am happy to say I had one such sexy moment this afternoon with a little self pleasure.
My sex drive was kick started yesterday with a couple of naughty conversations with a couple of willing partners. Only the presence of a housefull of children prevented me from engaging in much desired cam sex with one of them...does anyone remember my hot Englishman??(scroll down to nearly the end of the post to find said refernce) That will simply have to be anticipated for another day. Jay greatly benefited from my dirty conversations last evening as I begged for a face fucking and sucked him in balls deep before eventually spreading my legs wide for a nice hard fuck.
This afternoon found me with a little time to lock myself away in my bedroom and tend to my carnal desires. After several frustrating sessions of having trouble reaching a satisfactory orgasm, I finally deduced that my dual vibrating eggs needed new batteries...DUH! So I slid 4 fresh batteries in my little friend and she hummed happily away on my clit as I slid my rotating little rabbit inside my slippery hole.
My mind soon wandered off to a scene involving me spread eagle on a hotel bed, my English friend deep inside my pussy as Jay's cock slid in and out of my mouth. They both held me down at the shoulders, the Englishman pounding me harder and faster as my mouth sucked Jay eagerly. My hot Englishman let out a moan as he spurted his load inside of me, seconds before Jay began to shoot his hot cum in my mouth, then pulled out to unleash it all over my face and tits as they both informed me what a dirty little slut I was.
Need I tell you that I came, and I came HARD as this scene played out in my mind. I was literally gasping for air by the time it was over, my pussy sore from the intense spasms of orgasm. I write this now with a still tingly pussy.
Ah, how I've missed this feeling!!
I hope everyone has a most joyous and sexually fruitful New Year!
My sex drive was kick started yesterday with a couple of naughty conversations with a couple of willing partners. Only the presence of a housefull of children prevented me from engaging in much desired cam sex with one of them...does anyone remember my hot Englishman??(scroll down to nearly the end of the post to find said refernce) That will simply have to be anticipated for another day. Jay greatly benefited from my dirty conversations last evening as I begged for a face fucking and sucked him in balls deep before eventually spreading my legs wide for a nice hard fuck.
This afternoon found me with a little time to lock myself away in my bedroom and tend to my carnal desires. After several frustrating sessions of having trouble reaching a satisfactory orgasm, I finally deduced that my dual vibrating eggs needed new batteries...DUH! So I slid 4 fresh batteries in my little friend and she hummed happily away on my clit as I slid my rotating little rabbit inside my slippery hole.
My mind soon wandered off to a scene involving me spread eagle on a hotel bed, my English friend deep inside my pussy as Jay's cock slid in and out of my mouth. They both held me down at the shoulders, the Englishman pounding me harder and faster as my mouth sucked Jay eagerly. My hot Englishman let out a moan as he spurted his load inside of me, seconds before Jay began to shoot his hot cum in my mouth, then pulled out to unleash it all over my face and tits as they both informed me what a dirty little slut I was.
Need I tell you that I came, and I came HARD as this scene played out in my mind. I was literally gasping for air by the time it was over, my pussy sore from the intense spasms of orgasm. I write this now with a still tingly pussy.
Ah, how I've missed this feeling!!
I hope everyone has a most joyous and sexually fruitful New Year!
Tuesday, August 12, 2008
A Surreal Afternoon
Jay and I had a very exciting, somewhat unexpected, never done before sexual experience this past Saturday. We are both eager to share our own versions of the experience…Jay’s post from his viewpoint will follow shortly.
I need to give you a little background first to explain where my head was at the time. As my very few regular visitors may have noticed, I have not made a post for nearly 2 weeks. I have not made a post mostly because I have been in a bit of a funk. It’s nothing new for me in particular. I have dealt with depression in varying degrees since I was a teenager. It had been much improved until the last couple of years or so when Jay and I had several high stress, high anxiety life situations thrown at us that I will be the first to admit, I did not deal well with. Last year was particularly bad, so much so that I went on medication for a while (which actually only made me more depressed), gained 10 lbs and lost my sex drive. Things have been steadily improving since then, but the sex drive continues to wax and wane.
The weekend before last, Jay and I had made arrangements to go out to celebrate our anniversary (8 years if anyone is interested). We had arranged for a babysitter to come over while we went to the art museum and our favorite restaurant with the full intention of working some sexual escapades in while we were out as well. The week had not gone so well. I had been in a funk most of the week, rebuffing Jay’s sexual advances. Saturday morning saw me getting out of bed to tend to our 4 year old without bothering to return after I had her settled with cartoons to engage in any Saturday morning sex as is often our habit. This of course, starts Jay’s day off poorly.
Shortly thereafter, the babysitter’s Mom calls to cancel for her as she has a stomach bug. I try frantically to find another sitter, but am not very successful. Jay and I finally decide to blow off the art museum and allow our 14 year old son to babysit the 4 year old while we go out for a late dinner.
This leaves us with the entire day to fill with the children whom I had been looking forward to a little break from. Let me just say I was in a foul mood all day as was Jay even though he tried much harder to make the best of it than I did.
After returning from an outing with the children, I settled the 4 year old down with some TV, and decided to seek Jay out in our bedroom for sex. I didn’t really want sex, but I thought it would make him happy, get rid of my guilt and perhaps salvage our evening….WRONG!
I went into the bedroom, locked the door and proceeded to get naked and engage him in sex. I rebuffed Jay’s expressed desire to go down on me and asked instead for a couple of my toys knowing that I needed to help myself get in the mood. I looked over to see Jay was staring off into space, not even watching me. When I asked what was wrong he replied that he wasn’t really getting to participate. In my state of mind, that was pretty much all it took to send me over the edge.
I jumped off the bed, mad as hell, putting my clothes back on. Jay and I proceeded to have an hour plus discussion/argument about our sex life. I expressed how much it makes me feel like crap that I don’t want sex. How it makes it even worse when I know he is resentful of that fact. How I felt like I couldn’t do anything right. That I came up to have sex with him to please him and make our evening go well, and I couldn’t even do that right. How I felt much the same way he would if he couldn’t get it up anymore b/c sex was such a huge part of my life, something I felt I was good at, and now it was often just absent.
I wanted to just leave the room several times and stew in my anger, but he forced me to stay and talk. We got out a lot of feelings and thoughts we had been holding onto, but the evening was ultimately shot. I was too angry, and upset to face going out, so we ended up just canceling the dinner reservation and staying in.
One of the big issues I expressed during that discussion and in the days after was the fact that I was so bored with our lives in general and our sex life in particular. I asked Jay to put a little more effort into wooing me, surprising me, exciting me. I expressed the fact that I felt the fact that I did not want sex was seen as my problem alone to fix, and that I really needed his help as well to wake my sex drive back up.
That boy took those words and ran with them, let me tell you!
I arranged for the children to spend the night with my parents this past Saturday night, and told Jay I wanted him to plan something fun and exciting for us. I told him I was open to just about anything with the exception of visiting the porn theater again.
We have been tossing around the idea of a 3rd party in the bedroom for some years now. Each time I would shy away from it. This time however, I was feeling a bit more open to it. We looked around on line, and I exchanged e-mails with 2 men I thought might be interesting. The first turned out to be totally not what I was looking for, and the second was not available on Saturday.
The more Jay and I thought about it and discussed it, the more we came to the conclusion that just wasn’t for us anyway. We agreed that perhaps that should just remain in the fantasy only category.
We proceeded however with a plan to stage and film a forced sex kind of scenario in an unused or abandoned building somewhere. Jay put a lot of time and effort into scouting out several viable locations. We were each counting down the days last week to the weekend with Jay constantly reminding me that I had agreed to submit myself to his will and do whatever he commanded.
When the time finally came that we were rid of the children and back home on Saturday, Jay only required that I dress myself making sure I was wearing panties and wait for him to finish his preparations. When they were complete, we went out to the car where I found a pair of handcuffs and a typewritten piece of paper explaining the background scenario of my abduction from a park while taking a walk before meeting friends for dinner.
Jay then placed the handcuffs around my wrists, placed my slave collar around my neck, and blindfolded me. I was a little disappointed that we were not going to play out the whole abduction scene, but I was willing to wait and see where this was going.
We exchanged some banter as he drove, trying to get into our “roles.”
“Please let me go,” I begged.
“You can let me out right here and no one has to know,” I prompted.
“Oh no one will know,” he replied
“My friends will be looking for me if I don’t show up for dinner,” I warned.
“They’ll never find you, sweetheart,” he snarled.
“Please don’t hurt me,” I gasped.
“Just be a good girl and you might make it out of this,” he teased.
We drove only a short distance until he stopped the car.
“Where are we? “ I asked, alarmed
“Just shut up and stay in the car,” he ordered.
I heard him open the back of the car and begin removing the supplies he had brought. He was gone for some time during which I was impatiently waiting for the game to continue.
When he returned he opened the door and pulled me out of the car. He yanked my short little skirt off me as well as my top so that I stood there clad only in my panties.
“Come on,” he growled and he grabbed my handcuffs and began to lead me through tall grass.
At this point I did become somewhat alarmed as I hate walking through grassy, wooded areas due to a little snake phobia I have. I realized that I could peek out just below my blindfold enough to kind of see where I was going which eased my fear a bit.
We eventually reached the building where he led me inside to a waiting chair. I continued to murmur and plead that he not hurt me as I felt him tying rope to the handcuffs. The next thing I knew I was being jerked upwards, my hands bound and tied over my head.
As I stood there, body quivering with anticipation, I tried to sneak a peek out the bottom of my blindfold seeking Jay’s position. That was when I saw him….
I knew my Jay was there b/c he continued to threaten me, but someone else was there too! A man stood in front of me to my left several feet away. He wore khaki shorts, an orange striped shirt and Docksiders; this was all I could see of him through my blindfold. I was stunned for a moment, then incredibly excited.
Jay ordered me to turn around such that I could no longer see the stranger at all. He then smacked me with the crop over and over again. I tried to take it quietly like a good little girl, but several moans and gasps escaped me. Jay then turned me around, presenting my front to this man as he abused my breasts with the same crop…SMACK, THWACK against the tender flesh of my breasts. I flinched, pulled away, helpless to protect myself at all with my hands bound and raised over my head.
When he’d had his fill, Jay untied my hands, removed the cuffs and led me by my leash over to a board covered with a blanket propped against a windowsill I had glanced earlier when we first entered the place.
He yanked at my panties, had a hard time controlling me while removing them, and finally barked at me to take them off myself. Next he ordered me to lie face down on the board. At this point I had no idea where the stranger was, or if he was even still there at all. I later learned he had been standing beside me, watching as the next series of events unfolded.
Jay began to bind my ankles with ropes to something I eventually determined was a spreader. When I was properly secured, the spanking resumed. He first used his hand, filling the room with loud SMACK’s as I moaned my pleasure. Later came the crop again. I was waiting for, hoping for the paddle, but it never came.
What followed were Jay’s fingers inside me, telling me what a wet little slut I was. Just as I was beginning to enjoy this sensation, he ordered me to get up.
I could barely stand as the rope and spreader bit into my ankles.
“Oww,” I mewed.
“It hurts, Daddy. Please help me.”
“What hurts?” he queried
“My ankles, Sir”
He reached down and kindly loosed the binding of my ankles a bit. However, I was still unable to straddle the board again to lie on my back as he was demanding.
Jay finally grabbed me, picked me up and shoved me down onto the board on my back. I laid there, hands above me, ankles still bound, blindfolded, waiting for his next move.
I shortly felt the delicious sensation of the mini whip against my breasts. Over and over he brought it down to meet the flesh of my breasts as I writhed and moaned my pleasure. When he was sure I was good and wet, I felt a dong inserted in me.
“You like that, don’t you, slut?” he barked
“Yes” I whispered quietly
The dong penetrated me deeper and deeper as Jay inserted a finger in my ass. I swiveled my hips a bit to drive dong and fingers a little deeper inside.
As soon as I was clearly enjoying this, Jay ordered me to get up again. I stood obediently as he removed the bindings from my ankles and led me by the leash to another area of the building.
“Get on your knees” he commanded.
“You want a cock in your mouth, don’t you?”
“Yes,” I managed to reply.
“Open your mouth, slut,” was his only reply.
I opened my mouth and waited not sure if I was to receive my husband’s cock or this stranger’s.
I felt the heat of his body in front of me first, followed by the scent of his cologne which was not my husband’s scent filling my nostrils. This scent would come back to me at random times for several days following this encounter.
I pulled away at first, feigning surprise and shock.
“Daddy, who is this?” I mewed
“Shut up and suck that cock, slut” he barked.
That was all I needed to hear. I quickly swallowed this stranger’s cock. He placed his hands on my head and slowly guided his entire length in as I sucked. He was long, I gagged, and I loved it. I continued to suck up and down as Jay lashed my ass with the whip whispering what a slut I was.
I turned my attention to the stranger’s shaved balls for a time, licking and sucking them as he stroked his shaft. He seemed not to prefer me to stroke the shaft myself. Each time I would come up for air and attempt to stroke him, he would take his cock in his hand and slap my face with it. I would open my mouth and offer my warm, wet tongue to slap. Each time eagerly taking him in my mouth again, once or twice reaching down to finger my pussy as he pinched a nipple between his fingers.
After some time of this, I heard Jay say in the background, “You’ve got to make him cum.”
At this the stranger quickened his pace in my mouth, his long cock gagging me as it hit the back of my throat. I had one hand around his balls, squeezing and kneading while the other rested on is thigh. He reached down and clasped the hand I had on his thigh to prevent me from stroking him. Soon his hot cum was filling my mouth as I heard him moan above me.
When it was done, Jay had me on my back, still blindfolded and tossed a dildo at me.
“Fuck yourself. We want to watch you cum,” he said.
I lubed the dildo up and slid it right in. While one hand stroked my clit in ever quickening circles, the other thrust the dildo in and out of my hungry cunt. I came in what seemed like no time, panting and grunting.
Jay then had me on my knees again, sucking his hard cock, preparing him to fuck me. When he was close, I was directed to all fours. He slid his rock hard cock in me and fucked me like there was no tomorrow. His hands gripped my hips as he thrust deeper and harder before emptying his load inside me.
When it was done, Jay told me to remove my blindfold. I looked timidly around, unsure if the stranger was still there.
“He’s gone,” Jay informed me.
Apparently Jay’s plan had been to eventually allow me to remove the blindfold and do whatever I wished with the guy, however as usual we had arrived behind schedule and the poor guy had to leave in the middle of the festivities for some sort of prior engagement.
Jay and I looked at each other and giggled like teenagers. We still haven’t stopped talking about the experience even 3 days later. Neither of us can believe we actually went through with this fantasy we have been tossing back and forth between each other for years. I had sucked a complete stranger's cock, and never even saw his face.
It feels as if we have crossed some sort of major threshold. I expressed to Jay later that Saturday evening that this should be a once in a blue moon sort of thing, both because it is risky and because I don’t want to spoil the thrill of it. However, I already find myself wanting to find another man and do something like this again. Next time I think perhaps I'd like be allowed to pick him out and chat with him just a bit. I'd like a nice comfortable hotel room. I'd like to see his face (although the whole blindfold and never seeing the man's face was incredibly HOT). Maybe I'd like to actually fuck him.
Later that weekend I kneeled over Jay in bed sucking his cock thinking how much I’d love to feel a cock in my pussy as I sucked him.
I wonder if we have opened a Pandora’s Box here.
As weird as it may sound this whole experience has made me feel closer to Jay. I feel loved that he put so much time and effort into this trying to please me. I feel like we now have this dirty, little secret between us binding us closer to each other. I feel as if a whole new sexual world has opened up to us, and am excited about where it might lead us.
Stay tuned for Jay’s version of events…
I need to give you a little background first to explain where my head was at the time. As my very few regular visitors may have noticed, I have not made a post for nearly 2 weeks. I have not made a post mostly because I have been in a bit of a funk. It’s nothing new for me in particular. I have dealt with depression in varying degrees since I was a teenager. It had been much improved until the last couple of years or so when Jay and I had several high stress, high anxiety life situations thrown at us that I will be the first to admit, I did not deal well with. Last year was particularly bad, so much so that I went on medication for a while (which actually only made me more depressed), gained 10 lbs and lost my sex drive. Things have been steadily improving since then, but the sex drive continues to wax and wane.
The weekend before last, Jay and I had made arrangements to go out to celebrate our anniversary (8 years if anyone is interested). We had arranged for a babysitter to come over while we went to the art museum and our favorite restaurant with the full intention of working some sexual escapades in while we were out as well. The week had not gone so well. I had been in a funk most of the week, rebuffing Jay’s sexual advances. Saturday morning saw me getting out of bed to tend to our 4 year old without bothering to return after I had her settled with cartoons to engage in any Saturday morning sex as is often our habit. This of course, starts Jay’s day off poorly.
Shortly thereafter, the babysitter’s Mom calls to cancel for her as she has a stomach bug. I try frantically to find another sitter, but am not very successful. Jay and I finally decide to blow off the art museum and allow our 14 year old son to babysit the 4 year old while we go out for a late dinner.
This leaves us with the entire day to fill with the children whom I had been looking forward to a little break from. Let me just say I was in a foul mood all day as was Jay even though he tried much harder to make the best of it than I did.
After returning from an outing with the children, I settled the 4 year old down with some TV, and decided to seek Jay out in our bedroom for sex. I didn’t really want sex, but I thought it would make him happy, get rid of my guilt and perhaps salvage our evening….WRONG!
I went into the bedroom, locked the door and proceeded to get naked and engage him in sex. I rebuffed Jay’s expressed desire to go down on me and asked instead for a couple of my toys knowing that I needed to help myself get in the mood. I looked over to see Jay was staring off into space, not even watching me. When I asked what was wrong he replied that he wasn’t really getting to participate. In my state of mind, that was pretty much all it took to send me over the edge.
I jumped off the bed, mad as hell, putting my clothes back on. Jay and I proceeded to have an hour plus discussion/argument about our sex life. I expressed how much it makes me feel like crap that I don’t want sex. How it makes it even worse when I know he is resentful of that fact. How I felt like I couldn’t do anything right. That I came up to have sex with him to please him and make our evening go well, and I couldn’t even do that right. How I felt much the same way he would if he couldn’t get it up anymore b/c sex was such a huge part of my life, something I felt I was good at, and now it was often just absent.
I wanted to just leave the room several times and stew in my anger, but he forced me to stay and talk. We got out a lot of feelings and thoughts we had been holding onto, but the evening was ultimately shot. I was too angry, and upset to face going out, so we ended up just canceling the dinner reservation and staying in.
One of the big issues I expressed during that discussion and in the days after was the fact that I was so bored with our lives in general and our sex life in particular. I asked Jay to put a little more effort into wooing me, surprising me, exciting me. I expressed the fact that I felt the fact that I did not want sex was seen as my problem alone to fix, and that I really needed his help as well to wake my sex drive back up.
That boy took those words and ran with them, let me tell you!
I arranged for the children to spend the night with my parents this past Saturday night, and told Jay I wanted him to plan something fun and exciting for us. I told him I was open to just about anything with the exception of visiting the porn theater again.
We have been tossing around the idea of a 3rd party in the bedroom for some years now. Each time I would shy away from it. This time however, I was feeling a bit more open to it. We looked around on line, and I exchanged e-mails with 2 men I thought might be interesting. The first turned out to be totally not what I was looking for, and the second was not available on Saturday.
The more Jay and I thought about it and discussed it, the more we came to the conclusion that just wasn’t for us anyway. We agreed that perhaps that should just remain in the fantasy only category.
We proceeded however with a plan to stage and film a forced sex kind of scenario in an unused or abandoned building somewhere. Jay put a lot of time and effort into scouting out several viable locations. We were each counting down the days last week to the weekend with Jay constantly reminding me that I had agreed to submit myself to his will and do whatever he commanded.
When the time finally came that we were rid of the children and back home on Saturday, Jay only required that I dress myself making sure I was wearing panties and wait for him to finish his preparations. When they were complete, we went out to the car where I found a pair of handcuffs and a typewritten piece of paper explaining the background scenario of my abduction from a park while taking a walk before meeting friends for dinner.
Jay then placed the handcuffs around my wrists, placed my slave collar around my neck, and blindfolded me. I was a little disappointed that we were not going to play out the whole abduction scene, but I was willing to wait and see where this was going.
We exchanged some banter as he drove, trying to get into our “roles.”
“Please let me go,” I begged.
“You can let me out right here and no one has to know,” I prompted.
“Oh no one will know,” he replied
“My friends will be looking for me if I don’t show up for dinner,” I warned.
“They’ll never find you, sweetheart,” he snarled.
“Please don’t hurt me,” I gasped.
“Just be a good girl and you might make it out of this,” he teased.
We drove only a short distance until he stopped the car.
“Where are we? “ I asked, alarmed
“Just shut up and stay in the car,” he ordered.
I heard him open the back of the car and begin removing the supplies he had brought. He was gone for some time during which I was impatiently waiting for the game to continue.
When he returned he opened the door and pulled me out of the car. He yanked my short little skirt off me as well as my top so that I stood there clad only in my panties.
“Come on,” he growled and he grabbed my handcuffs and began to lead me through tall grass.
At this point I did become somewhat alarmed as I hate walking through grassy, wooded areas due to a little snake phobia I have. I realized that I could peek out just below my blindfold enough to kind of see where I was going which eased my fear a bit.
We eventually reached the building where he led me inside to a waiting chair. I continued to murmur and plead that he not hurt me as I felt him tying rope to the handcuffs. The next thing I knew I was being jerked upwards, my hands bound and tied over my head.
As I stood there, body quivering with anticipation, I tried to sneak a peek out the bottom of my blindfold seeking Jay’s position. That was when I saw him….
I knew my Jay was there b/c he continued to threaten me, but someone else was there too! A man stood in front of me to my left several feet away. He wore khaki shorts, an orange striped shirt and Docksiders; this was all I could see of him through my blindfold. I was stunned for a moment, then incredibly excited.
Jay ordered me to turn around such that I could no longer see the stranger at all. He then smacked me with the crop over and over again. I tried to take it quietly like a good little girl, but several moans and gasps escaped me. Jay then turned me around, presenting my front to this man as he abused my breasts with the same crop…SMACK, THWACK against the tender flesh of my breasts. I flinched, pulled away, helpless to protect myself at all with my hands bound and raised over my head.
When he’d had his fill, Jay untied my hands, removed the cuffs and led me by my leash over to a board covered with a blanket propped against a windowsill I had glanced earlier when we first entered the place.
He yanked at my panties, had a hard time controlling me while removing them, and finally barked at me to take them off myself. Next he ordered me to lie face down on the board. At this point I had no idea where the stranger was, or if he was even still there at all. I later learned he had been standing beside me, watching as the next series of events unfolded.
Jay began to bind my ankles with ropes to something I eventually determined was a spreader. When I was properly secured, the spanking resumed. He first used his hand, filling the room with loud SMACK’s as I moaned my pleasure. Later came the crop again. I was waiting for, hoping for the paddle, but it never came.
What followed were Jay’s fingers inside me, telling me what a wet little slut I was. Just as I was beginning to enjoy this sensation, he ordered me to get up.
I could barely stand as the rope and spreader bit into my ankles.
“Oww,” I mewed.
“It hurts, Daddy. Please help me.”
“What hurts?” he queried
“My ankles, Sir”
He reached down and kindly loosed the binding of my ankles a bit. However, I was still unable to straddle the board again to lie on my back as he was demanding.
Jay finally grabbed me, picked me up and shoved me down onto the board on my back. I laid there, hands above me, ankles still bound, blindfolded, waiting for his next move.
I shortly felt the delicious sensation of the mini whip against my breasts. Over and over he brought it down to meet the flesh of my breasts as I writhed and moaned my pleasure. When he was sure I was good and wet, I felt a dong inserted in me.
“You like that, don’t you, slut?” he barked
“Yes” I whispered quietly
The dong penetrated me deeper and deeper as Jay inserted a finger in my ass. I swiveled my hips a bit to drive dong and fingers a little deeper inside.
As soon as I was clearly enjoying this, Jay ordered me to get up again. I stood obediently as he removed the bindings from my ankles and led me by the leash to another area of the building.
“Get on your knees” he commanded.
“You want a cock in your mouth, don’t you?”
“Yes,” I managed to reply.
“Open your mouth, slut,” was his only reply.
I opened my mouth and waited not sure if I was to receive my husband’s cock or this stranger’s.
I felt the heat of his body in front of me first, followed by the scent of his cologne which was not my husband’s scent filling my nostrils. This scent would come back to me at random times for several days following this encounter.
I pulled away at first, feigning surprise and shock.
“Daddy, who is this?” I mewed
“Shut up and suck that cock, slut” he barked.
That was all I needed to hear. I quickly swallowed this stranger’s cock. He placed his hands on my head and slowly guided his entire length in as I sucked. He was long, I gagged, and I loved it. I continued to suck up and down as Jay lashed my ass with the whip whispering what a slut I was.
I turned my attention to the stranger’s shaved balls for a time, licking and sucking them as he stroked his shaft. He seemed not to prefer me to stroke the shaft myself. Each time I would come up for air and attempt to stroke him, he would take his cock in his hand and slap my face with it. I would open my mouth and offer my warm, wet tongue to slap. Each time eagerly taking him in my mouth again, once or twice reaching down to finger my pussy as he pinched a nipple between his fingers.
After some time of this, I heard Jay say in the background, “You’ve got to make him cum.”
At this the stranger quickened his pace in my mouth, his long cock gagging me as it hit the back of my throat. I had one hand around his balls, squeezing and kneading while the other rested on is thigh. He reached down and clasped the hand I had on his thigh to prevent me from stroking him. Soon his hot cum was filling my mouth as I heard him moan above me.
When it was done, Jay had me on my back, still blindfolded and tossed a dildo at me.
“Fuck yourself. We want to watch you cum,” he said.
I lubed the dildo up and slid it right in. While one hand stroked my clit in ever quickening circles, the other thrust the dildo in and out of my hungry cunt. I came in what seemed like no time, panting and grunting.
Jay then had me on my knees again, sucking his hard cock, preparing him to fuck me. When he was close, I was directed to all fours. He slid his rock hard cock in me and fucked me like there was no tomorrow. His hands gripped my hips as he thrust deeper and harder before emptying his load inside me.
When it was done, Jay told me to remove my blindfold. I looked timidly around, unsure if the stranger was still there.
“He’s gone,” Jay informed me.
Apparently Jay’s plan had been to eventually allow me to remove the blindfold and do whatever I wished with the guy, however as usual we had arrived behind schedule and the poor guy had to leave in the middle of the festivities for some sort of prior engagement.
Jay and I looked at each other and giggled like teenagers. We still haven’t stopped talking about the experience even 3 days later. Neither of us can believe we actually went through with this fantasy we have been tossing back and forth between each other for years. I had sucked a complete stranger's cock, and never even saw his face.
It feels as if we have crossed some sort of major threshold. I expressed to Jay later that Saturday evening that this should be a once in a blue moon sort of thing, both because it is risky and because I don’t want to spoil the thrill of it. However, I already find myself wanting to find another man and do something like this again. Next time I think perhaps I'd like be allowed to pick him out and chat with him just a bit. I'd like a nice comfortable hotel room. I'd like to see his face (although the whole blindfold and never seeing the man's face was incredibly HOT). Maybe I'd like to actually fuck him.
Later that weekend I kneeled over Jay in bed sucking his cock thinking how much I’d love to feel a cock in my pussy as I sucked him.
I wonder if we have opened a Pandora’s Box here.
As weird as it may sound this whole experience has made me feel closer to Jay. I feel loved that he put so much time and effort into this trying to please me. I feel like we now have this dirty, little secret between us binding us closer to each other. I feel as if a whole new sexual world has opened up to us, and am excited about where it might lead us.
Stay tuned for Jay’s version of events…
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