Feels like I haven’t done an update in forever. I’d like to make this post a mixture of a catchup and a visual feast of the most beautiful black and white abstract art that I can find.
We had a guest staying over at the weekend. We did lots of fun things inclusive of museums, pubs and games. Sexual activity was limited to the bedroom for the weekend. We still had fun though, inclusive of many delicious orgasms.
On Saturday night we got really really drunk. I mean, really drunk. It wasn’t bad sickly drunk though, it was pretty nice, chilled, happy drunk. I ambled down to the bedroom with the intent of going to sleep. My partner and our housemate stayed upstairs chatting and listening to music. I lay there and the room was spinning, so I was alternating between keeping my eyes open and closed. After about half an hour, my pet joined me in bed. He was cold. I pulled his little naked body close to warm him up.
His skin was like satin. He made some lovely little noises as I was cuddling him. My hand strayed down further to touch him gently between the legs. He was aroused. I played with him, I licked him, I sucked him and I fucked him. Alcohol has a profound effect on him – turns him into the naughtiest little whore. He wanted to be used, so that’s exactly what I did. I got myself off on him, a number of times, before finally letting him release – I did make him use a vibrator, I was delighted with how easy it made him cum. Think we got to sleep at about 6am or thereabouts.
Sunday was a break day. We literally sat around and did nothing all day. It was bliss. I feel like my body has slown down a lot in the past two years – alcohol doesn’t seem to be something I can do on a regular basis anymore. A few years ago, I could have drunk a lot more and been less hungover.
On Monday evening, I told him that I’d be locking him in chastity tomorrow. That I’d be teasing him this evening for as long as he could take and locking him up so that he has to suffer all day at work. After a while of teasing, he looked a little panicked, like, he really needed release. I let him cum. He almost passed out afterwards, not before making me cum first though.
My memory is a little fuzzy this morning. I’ve not had many early nights in the past week so I’m feeling a little bit out of sync. I’m also on a diet at the moment, which is hard because I hate eating diet food and I’m feeling constantly hungry and a little bit on edge. I think we had Tuesday off, or, at least – I can’t remember doing anything on Tuesday except lots of cuddling and watching The Bridge (tv series – which is awesome btw).
On Wednesday, I spent over an hour teasing him with my tongue. I remember thinking how good he tasted. I was so aroused from having him in my mouth. I’d to go to the bathroom afterwards and change my panties. Thursday, I dressed him up – short leather dress – and played with some oil. I didn’t hold him too long, he’d taken quite a lot of teasing this week and I wanted to give him a really nice orgasm. I think I did. He writhed around for quite a while. It was late, after 2am, so I told him we should go to sleep.
He promised to make it up to me tomorrow. But, I wasn’t unhappy or overly frustrated. I was in a good mood and contented that he had enjoyable time. I know he gets worried about the balance of orgasms, but I think one thing that he fails to grasp is that, I don’t need to orgasm every time any more. I just need to get into that state of mind where he’s at my mercy. Of course, I love to orgasm. I’ll have some evenings where I can think about nothing else other than having a nice long orgasm… But sometimes, I’ll have evenings where, I just want to saturate him with attention. Even now, after a year of living together, it still feels a little unfamiliar to him. He’s always so eager to please and always looks a bit deflated when I tell him that I don’t want to cum that evening. I guess, I’d be wondering why he didn’t seem that bothered when I said I don’t want to cum. Women eh? There’s no pleasing em.
So, last night, we played some games, had a smoke, watched the last episode of The Bridge. I was nice and chilled, relaxed, lying on the couch with him next to me. Earlier that day he told me that he would like to give me a massage that evening. So he did. There was some debate prior to that, I was rubbing him, teasing him, kissing him and he was getting rather aroused. He had a determination in his eyes though, which was altogether quite cute. He wanted to play with me, to give me a good time.
He went into graphic detail about a standard day and the things I do for him, I sat there, choking back tears, remembering my last relationships and how the people there said that I was lazy and “never did anything around the house” (because some days, I’d be too tired to make dinner or the house wasn’t tidy/clean all of the time – i’m pretty messy). But he sat there, talking about stuff like – making his lunch, buying him treats, making him tea, and well, other little things that won’t make much sense to you, my readers. I felt really really touched though that he’d noticed all these tiny little inconsequential things and also that, because I don’t really sit and think about things like that – they just kind of happen – I never really treated them as a big deal before. I want the best for him. Sometimes I worry that, I don’t really make enough money to be able to buy him all the things that he wants. I’m always pretty skint at the end of the month, with not really much left over – because I don’t earn that much. Money isn’t important to me at all, but I want him to have a cosy, comfortable life.
Now I’m rambling. Let’s rewind a bit. I sat there, soaking up all this information. He wanted to have an evening where I was made to feel special. I feel special every waking moment of my day, knowing that I have such an amazing partner. He turned the heating on and I undressed, lying face down on the sofa. I felt his little hands gently massaging my back. It was relaxing, albeit, short. I turned around and we kissed for a little bit. ”Do you want me to lick you?” he said. I got butterflies in my stomach as I felt his tongue brushing against my clit… gently at first and getting faster.
After quite a while of blissful tongue pleasure, he inserted a finger or two (it’s hard to tell when you’re in that state). I lay back and thought about the week we’d had together and the things I’d done to him, the way he moved his body and the noises he made. The build-up was amazing. I was close to orgasm so many times. He was gentle though, like he held me on edge with ease, not slowing down to the point where I stopped receiving stimulation, but enough of a change of pace to let me enjoy that feeling of bliss. When I came, it hit me really really hard. I could hardly breathe, I felt like I’d lost control of my body for a few minutes. I could feel every single blood vessel in my body. What a massive release. I couldn’t have asked for a better evening, nor a better end to the evening. We played a bit of pokemon and went to bed… a little later than I would have liked, but it’s hard to drag him away from his spreadsheets when he’s enjoying them so much.
This morning, I’m sitting here smiling, thinking about last night. I hope he is too. I’d really like to make love to him tonight. Slowly and passionately. In a nice setting… perhaps by the fire or in a candlelit room, with some nice music on. We haven’t got anything planned for the weekend, so I’m looking forward to lots of gaming, cuddling and time spent together.
Last night was incredible. I got home from work in a pretty stinking mood. My wrist, which I sprained following spouts of sexual activity, hurt like fuck. We sat down, had dinner, had a smoke and watched the most incredible film called “The Libertine”. Definitely rocketed straight into number#1 on my list of “most amazing films”.
It was like one big, awesome poem set in a period setting, and best part of which, it was based on a true story about the Earl of Rochester. An interesting chap whose thinking, poetry and incredible speeches, although I disagree with a lot of them, were far beyond his generation’s thinking. Anyhow, go watch the film, right now if you haven’t seen it. We watched another film after that, while it was good, I was pretty stoned by that point and found it difficult concentrating.
At about 11:15pm, we slinked our way downstairs. There he was, in all his beautiful silky glory, adorned in a pale blue nightgown, staring back at me with his big wanton eyes. I felt such overwhelming lust for him. My heart was beating fast, my breathing heavy, I wanted to devour him. Instead, I told him to “lift your skirt and show me what’s mine”. He obeyed unquestioning. Staring at me as his skirt slid up his pale thighs, exposing his cock which was rock hard and begging to be touched. I rubbed him for a while, his thighs, his cock, his cute little ass. He moaned and squirmed, absorbing the attention.
I told him to pull down his skirt and close his legs, that it was no way for a lady to behave. I scratched him, I pulled on his nipples, I choked him a little and slapped his little asshole. He blushed and looked up at me, a cute shameful look on his gorgeous face. I told him to pull his skirt up again and he obeyed. I lubricated my hand and began rubbing him again from his ass to the tip of his cock in long, slow strokes. He moaned, barely able to contain himself. I told him that I wanted to fuck his ass. I got a dildo and inserted it inside him and began fucking his ass with the dildo as I fucked his cock with my lubricated hand. He writhed around the bed, moaning loudly and begged me to let him cum. I let him.
After a little chill time and some cuddles, I put his fingers inside me and came almost immediately. I made quite a mess of the bed. We talked for a while after, a long while. I went to sleep smiling, contented, satisfied and feeling like the luckiest lady in all the world.
So the past few weeks I’ve been talking about my sessions and I’m guessing you’re getting a feel for what kinds of things that I enjoy, so today I thought it might be interesting to talk about what turns me off. Even nympho’s have turn-offs, it’s true! So here’s my list.
1. Socks in bed.
It’s just wrong. Stockings are fine and other lingerie but if you’ve ever watched a porn or been with a guy who just hasn’t taken his socks off, it’s just disturbing and wrong. Eww.
2. Manly men
Guys who act like “hard men” or “one of the lads” because they’re mindless sheep who don’t know how else to develop their own individuality and personality. It’s incredibly off-putting. I’m glad I don’t have to deal with these types any more. I’m not talking about men who are confident in their masculinity, i.e. the types who can sustain a conversation with you, just the types who get on like twats because they feel that it’s a role they have to fulfil or they don’t know any other way of social interaction.
3. Too much pubic hair.
I love giving oral, I love using my tongue and my mouth – I enjoy the taste, so getting hair stuck in my teeth or in my mouth is a bit of a turn-off.
4. Bad smells
I guess, I have quite a sensitive nose. Smelly feet, underarms and other areas… can be quite a massive turn off for me. Shower time and a proper good hard scrub is inescapable.
I enjoy noise. I like all my senses to be stimulated during the act. I’m not saying that there should be constant noise, but I do enjoy my partner making noises which indicate that he is aroused and enjoying himself. I never understood how someone could be totally silent in bed.
That’s all I can think of for now, although I’m sure more will arise and get added to the list.
We were on holiday for two weeks, which is why my posts dried up. We spent most of the time indoors enjoying each others company and playing computer games. It was fun. It was more than fun actually, despite the overwhelming heat (I’m very much a winter person), I had an amazing time.
The evening before our work, he planned something special. He said he wanted to dress up for me and play with himself for me. This sounded ideal, I was a little tired and groggy and not much looking forward to returning to work. This was a great way to take my mind off the latter.
I stayed upstairs and he readied himself downstairs. He took quite a bit longer than expected. I told him to wear something nice and put some music on. When I went down, there he was, all dressed up in his schoolgirls outfit with pleated mini-skirt, white blouse and frilly white stockings. He looked adorably delicious. To top that, he also came equipped with blindfold, gag and chastity device.
The blindfold was hanging loosely around his neck, as was his gag. He sat there grinning at me. For a moment, time seemed to stop. I absorbed the sight of him sitting there, waiting in submission, ready to bend to my will. I secured the blindfold and gag and walked around him, touching him. By doing so, I got a good idea of where he wanted to be touched. He moaned intently as i rubbed his ass a little. Smiling, I fetched a smallish ass toy from the pile and proceeded to smother it with lubricant.
I ordered him onto his hands and knees and rubbed the tip of the toy against his asshole, circling it around the area before inserting it ever so slowly. He moaned contentedly as he felt each inch penetrating him. Slowly I began to move the toy in and out. Enjoying the motion a little too much, he moved his ass in opposite motion with my hand. I held my hand still and watched him fuck the toy I was holding for a little bit. My other hand started to wander down to my freshly shaved pussy where I began to rub myself. I was already dripping wet. I wanted to rub more so I told him to fuck himself with the toy while I watched. He obliged. I sat on the floor below the bed, in perfect view, watching the motion, listening to him moan in pleasure.
When it got too much to bear, I picked myself up and removed my panties. I removed the toy from inside him and cleaned him off. I told him to lie on his back, he did so. I decided to keep the chastity device on him for a little longer and use a different part of him to pleasure myself with. I moved onto the bed and crawled up until my pussy was directly above his mouth. Using the headboard of the bed, I lowered myself down slowly and he licked me, greedily. With thrusting motions and the use of his tongue and face, he brought me to orgasm. It wracked through my body swiftly, eager for release. When I was done with him, I told him to remove the chastity device.
Once removed, I moved myself down so that I was kneeling between his legs. I played with his cock for a little bit and told him to take over. ”play with yourself for me”. Still blindfolded, he moaned in agreement and I watched as he began to stroke himself. It didn’t take him long to get close. His cock looked delicious. I wanted to taste it. I moved my head down and positioned my mouth in such a way that the head of his cock slid into my mouth as he stroked himself upwards. Enjoying the sensation, I let him put more of his cock into my mouth. He asked for my permission to cum. I granted it to him and delighted as he released his cum into my mouth. There was a lot of it. He lay there for a little while shaking. I helped him clean up and kissed him, mixing our tastes with our saliva.
Another fantastic evening from a very satisfied Domme.
Last night was fun. Got to use my spreader bar for the first time. I dressed him up in a see-through short red nightie, black suspender belt, red stockings, red heels and put him on the sofa. I bound his hands behind his head and used the spreader at maximum width on his ankles. I gagged him.
I decided to put some hentai on and play with him while i forced him to watch. We started off with the Invisible Man, one of my favourites and moved onto one of his favs. I put a rubber glove on and lubed and oiled his cock and kept him on edge for over an hour until he spat the gag out and begged me to fuck him. He came in under a minute when I sat on him. After, he almost fell into a heap and I held him until he recovered.