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Lethargy?

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I’ve been feeling a bit emotionally fragile the past few days.  I’m not really sure why.  I’ve been getting enough early nights, having enough rest and chill time and eating ok.  Work has been good.  I’ve been having nice evenings of games, tv and cuddles.

We went to see DevilDriver on Monday night.  I actually preferred their support band – Sylosis, who were fucking awesome.  It was an ok gig, we didn’t get to stand as close as I’d have liked but there were too many crazies to stand any closer.  After that we went back to the hotel and passed out almost immediately.  Hangover came swiftly the next day and we spent most of the day zombified.

We made love on Tuesday evening.  At that stage, it had been almost 4 days since my last orgasm.  I was pretty tense, pent up and almost an emotional wreck.  We hadn’t purposley planned on not playing for that long – I think he just had a few days where he was more tired than normal.  We had lots of slow, touching, kissing, licking, nibbling, cuddling foreplay, followed by me climbing on top of him and fucking him very slowly until we both came.  It was deeply satisfying.  We cuddled afterwards, our naked bodies pressed close for warmth.

We had another play session on Wednesday evening, an intensely passionate affair of rubbing and touching.  I used a tenga egg on him, he seemed to enjoy it, even though it popped off during the end when he was orgasm, I tried my best to compensate with my hand.  I think I succeeded for the most part.

Last night, we played games and watched some tv.  I don’t mind the days where we don’t have sex.  But sometimes it’s hard for me not to touch him, or strip him or pin him down and use him.  I feel like those things would be a breach of what we have – which is trust and respect.  I try my best to behave, but sometimes when he’s sitting there, lost in his own little world of spreadsheets and tea, I want to grab him and make him mine again.

I feel like we haven’t done anything terribly kinky in a while.  That’s partly due to it being winter and I don’t enjoy putting him in discomfort by making him stark naked on a freezing cold night and partly because it seems like he hasn’t really been all that interested lately in being tied up or pegged (i fucking hate that word) or dressed up, etc.  It might be lack of energy, but either way, I don’t like to push when it feels like I’m being unfair.   I understand that people aren’t always in the mood or don’t  have the energy„ etc.  At the same time, I feel like I don’t want to get into a routine of sex where we’re always doing the same thing or using the quickest method to “get off”.  Sex and exploring sex is something that I am really passionately enjoy and I’ve just felt like we’ve been a bit lazy recently.  When we planned on doing something like, having a dress up day or a green day, etc, it’s not happened.  We’ve just lazied around and not done it.

I hate summer, but perhaps sunshine and warmth will give us a bit more energy.

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10 things you can do to support gender equality in rope communities – Nawa Ai

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10 things you can do to support gender equality in rope communities – Nawa Ai

To my pet

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My constant and continuous struggle to control my overwhelming desire for you.  

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33 Things Every Submissive Man Should Know

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omisspearl:

  1. We are people too, and all the vanilla courtesies still apply. For you as well as me.
  2. Don’t fawn all over us; you will sound like a tool. Don’t call us “Mistress“, “Goddess” or “Lady” unless we tell you to. Don’t try to act like our sub without our…

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God this is so true.

End of the darkness

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My pet spent most of the weekend feeling ill.  I spent most of the weekend looking after him.  He got tired easily and his chest/throat were very sore.  I fed him Beechams hot drinks, tea, sausages, strepsils and vitamins.  I held him, I bathed him, I watched tv with him when he grew too tired to play games.  There was a lot of improvement yesterday and I think he’s starting to feel a little better now, or at least, the worst of it’s over.

I always feel bad when he’s sick, because, although I look after him, I can’t help but get incredibly aroused at how weak he is and how easy it would be for me to take advantage of him, if I wanted to… Especially when he’s lying there, all weak, sick and flopped down on a chair wrapped in blankets, looking so vulnerable.  It drives me crazy.  I feel like my libido went into overdrive this weekend and I did my absolute best to suppress it.  Obviously, he wasn’t much in the mood, not being well and all… and I was trying to focus my energy on getting him better.  

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I distracted myself with housework and feeding and computer games and weed.  At one stage, I felt so overwhelmed that I just shut down and my body filled with bad chemicals.  I could feel myself getting saturated by them, a darkness seeping into me.  I felt like I was falling into a huge black pit.  There he was at the top, peering over the edge, calling my name, trying to pull me back out – even in his weakened state, he’ll never leave me there to fall prey to the black.  

I found myself on the sofa with him, once again, staring down at his beautiful body.  He was dressed in a long, silky blue nighty and his wet hair fell over his shoulders, his big blue subby eyes stared up at me and I melted.  I looked down and he’d grown hard.  His eyes told me to touch him and his body responded positively when I did.  I went downstairs and took a shower and we reunited in the bedroom.  We lay there facing each other, my hand on his neck supporting the back of his head.  He’s got a sensitive neck, I told him that.  He likes it when I run my fingers along it gently, he likes when I hold it, when I choke it and when I kiss it.  

I pulled him closer to me and stroked between his legs.  I told him to pass me the vibrator, and we shared it for a while.  I didn’t want to hold him too long, tire him out too much, he was close and he needed release before his short energy reserves ran out.   I sucked his cock and climbed on top of him and fucked him backwards.  We came. He looked like he needed it, almost as much as me.  The darkness subsided.

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Slow, lazy January evening.

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My poor little pet hasn’t been so well the last couple of days.  He’s got some kind of chesty throat thing.  I’ve been taking care of him as best I can, but I always feel kind of helpless when he’s ill.

Last night we watched a few movies together, had a smoke and ambled downstairs.  I was expecting another early night, in order to help get him over his infection, but he arrived into the room in the new leather dress I’d bought for him.  I was horny instantly.

He was crouching on the bed attempting to fix spotify on his Nexus so that we could listen to music.  This gave me full access to the glory that is his cute little ass.  It was exposed under the short leather dress, perfectly rounded and delicious. It looked good enough to eat.  I rubbed it a little, the sensitive parts, to gauge his reaction.  He moaned a little bit, I was distracting him from completing his task.  I pulled on his cock gently with the other hand and proceeded to rub his ass.  He was already hard and struggling to remain focused on the device in his hands.  

The music started and he signed with relief as he could now fully enjoy the pleasure being given to him.  His body looked amazing in the tight leather dress, I enjoyed the feeling of running my fingers over it.  I left him temporarily and told him to get comfortable.  I’d acquired a vibrating prostate stimulator and  a bottle of lube.  I toyed with his ass a little bit before inserting the toy. It slid in easily, he wanted to be filled up and used.  I fucked him gently with it at first, very gently, used it to bring him into that lovely euphoric state I like to keep him in for so many of our sessions together.

After a while of teasing, I switched the vibrator on.  I began fucking him as I used his cock with my other hand.  The feel of the leather against my wrist, the way his ass looked and the noises he was making indicated that he would soon cum.  He asked for permission to cum pretty quickly and thanked me when I granted it.  He came hard, very hard, a lot of cum and slumped on the bed.  He was exhausted.  I cleaned the bed up and got back in.

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We chatted for a while after that.  Both being quite stoned, about a wide variety of unrelated topics.  I love talking with him. A lot of his views are very similar to my own and he’s intelligent.  That’s one of the sexiest things about him.  His big, beautiful brain.  

I was soaking from before, when I felt his little hand edging it’s way downward, I smiled and rolled over onto my back and removed my panties.  I was expecting a short playtime, mainly because, he’s still quite sick and he was probably tired after his own, but I was mistaken.  He toyed with me for quite a long time, and I really enjoyed it. A lot of the time, I can’t handle being teased much, particularly after not orgasming for several days, but whatever it was he was doing, I wanted more of it.  I was enjoying the long, slow build up.  

I love watching him when he’s playing with me, I can see him concentrating on his task but also getting aroused, which arouses me even more.  I love the way he makes me feel.  When I did cum, it almost made me pass out…. It was the most intense orgasm I’ve had so far, in my whole life, to date.  I say “to date” because he’s only ever gotten better over the past year.  It never feels the same, he’s always trying new things and touching me in different ways… it was absolute heaven though.  I lay there unmoving for a good 10 minutes, or what felt like an eternity. I felt truly and utterly spent, satisfied and elated.

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Genitals

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campdracula5eva:

Some femmes are dominant and some butches are submissive. Some men have vaginas and some women have penises. Sometimes what you call a clit is called a dick by it’s owner, and sometimes a dick is really a clit. Some straight men want to be penetrated and some straight women want to do it. Sometimes people aren’t men or women at all and sometimes genitals aren’t a black and white issue. Sometimes people are different to you, and always, we need to accept this.