Saturday, May 31, 2008
Raising his head from where he was lying, pink nodded. I cocked an eyebrow. He gulped, "yes Mistress."
"Go put them on and wait for me in the living room." He left my room & went to get his clothes that were still crumpled by the back door. I picked up a bundle from my desk and carried it downstairs. About half way down, I became aware that my mood was much, much better. I snickered thinking, give me a boy to beat and my mood will improve. When I got to the living room, he was standing in the middle in just his socks and panties with his hands twitching at his side.
I smiled, sat on the chaise and had him sit on the floor at my feet. I unwrapped the bundle in my lap. The wrapping was a maroon velvet dress and sitting in the center of it was a collar, fingernail polish and makeup. I set the polish and the makeup aside. "Lean in." He did and I put the collar around his neck. I handed him the dress. "Go put it on in the bathroom. And, my pretty pink boy," I gave him the makeup, "make yourself all pretty."
"I don't know how..." I cocked an eyebrow. He lowered his head. "Yes, Mistress."
When he came out of the bathroom, he had a dress on that fit him like a second skin and his makeup looked like he was auditioning for the circus. I busted out laughing. He blushed from the crown of his head down to the collar of the dress. He turned to go back to the bathroom but I grabbed his wrist and pulled him back, still giggling. "Oh look at you! Aren't you my pretty pink boy?" I pinched his cheeks.
"I look stupid." He glowered.
I stopped laughing. "You look silly, but you don't look stupid. You cannot look stupid when you're doing what your Mistress told you to do."
"Yes Mistress," he pouted.
I rolled my eyes. "Let's just... paint your fingernails."
He furrowed his eyebrows. "I, umm, Mistress? I have to work tomorrow and I can't have..."
I snorted. "Fine!" I could feel my good mood slipping away. "You can paint my fingernails."
"I-I might mess up."
"And if you do, you will be punished. So don't mess up little girl. Okay?" He blushed again and nodded. His hands shook, but he managed to keep the nail polish just to the nails. When he finished, I had him blow them dry. "Good job." I placed my finger under his chin, leaned in and kissed his lips. "So, what would you like to do now?"
"Whatever Mistress wants."
I dropped his chin and sat back into the the chair and crossed my arms. "You have nothing that you want to do? You have no preference? You are going to contribute nothing?" He just shook his head. My pissy mood came back and roared. "Fine. I guess we're done then. You can get dressed and leave."
His head snapped up. "Y-you sure, Mistress?"
I cocked an eyebrow. "Unless there's something in particular you want to do." His head lowered again. "Then crawl into the bathroom and get dressed."
"Yes Mistress." On his hands and knees he ambled his way to the bathroom.
"And don't wash the makeup off!"
Thursday, May 29, 2008
"How many did I say?" I asked this, tapping the crop into the palm of my hand.
"And how many is four?"
I leaned my face close to his ear. "Forty what?"
"F-forty lashes, Mistress."
"Yessss," I hissed, flipping around on my seat so that I was facing his ass. "And you're going to count." I thwapped his ass with the crop. He gasped and quivered. "Let's try that again. You will count and thank me for each hit." I hit him with the crop and he howled.
"Yellow, Mistress, yellow!"
"Not that. Please, it hurts so bad."
"Okay," I tossed the crop onto the floor. "You have to start counting."
"Yes M-mistress." His stuttering was adorable. I smacked a cheek with my hand.
"Onethankyoumistress," he choked. I hit him again and again and his responses were just as blurred together, but he never lost the thank you mistress. At about the "20thankyoumistress", his whole body was quivering. I paused and rubbed his ass. Climbing off his back, I leaned over him and saw that he was crying.
"You okay?" I whipped his cheeks with a tissue. He nodded, biting his lip. "Do you want me to stop?" He nodded once, then shook his head vigorously. Placing my fingers under his chin, I raised his head and looked into his eyes. "Are you sure?" He nodded. "Well, you should know, it's gonna get worse. That was just the warm-up." I dropped his chin, grabbed my wooden hairbrush off my desk and straddled him again.
I aimed for spots around the glowing red section of his ass, but even so, every time my brush hit him, he jumped. He still counted each smack with a quavering voice. At 33 he was sobbing so hard I had to stand to deliver the last seven puddlings. As soon as he said, "fortythankyoumistress," he collapsed.
I set the brush aside, grabbed the lotion off my bedside table and massaged it into his burning ass. He was still crying and shaking, but much softer now.
"Did you like that at all?"
He shook his head. "No, Mistress."
Rubbing the last bit of lotion into his skin, I murmured, "We'll do something you do enjoy next. Okay?"
He sighed and relaxed into the crash pad. "Yes Mistress."
Wednesday, May 28, 2008
To which he responded, "Test away!" Good boy.
When I finally arrived he was already there, waiting. I knew it was him, partially because of the picture he'd sent me, but also because he was the only other customer in the restaurant.
He was checking his phone 'cause I had just sent him a message. When he looked up, I grinned and watched his perplexed look change to relief.
"Hey sweety!" I looked up to see B, one of the servers. He had his prize winning dimpled smile on.
His dark skin flushing slightly as I winked at him. "How've you been?"
"Good, good. Better now that you're here." We giggled.
Another server that I had met maybe once before was standing behind B. He chewed his lower lip, "what color would you call your hair?"
"Bubble gum pink."
He grinned ecstatically. "I knew it would be something crazy. I would have just called it red."
I shrugged, "red would've worked. Bubble gum pink is just what the label called it."
B laughed. "So, you meeting your friend?"
I knew who he meant, so I shook my head. "Naw, the guy I'm meeting is already here."
"Oh?" Said B, cocking his eyebrow. I nodded, grinned & walked past them. I could hear them snickering behind me.
As I walked up to the table, sub-boy* grinned nervously. "They know you."
I chocked a laugh as I sat down. "Well, my friends and I come here every so often so, yeah." I could feel myself blushing. I quickly hid behind the menu.
He picked his up and began to peruse. "So, what's good?"
I looked over my menu at him. He had really pretty green-gray eyes. "Well, I can recommend all the vegetarian dishes. I have heard that their meat dishes are good too."
"Well, I figured I'd just have something vegetarian."
This pleased me. He had already told me he was a meat eater when my vegetarianism came up and I'd explained that I was fine with people eating meat in front of me. But the fact that he was willing to do that was pretty cool. After we got our food, we ended up talking for four hours. We covered polyamory, paganism, politics (well, in the way that neither of us wanted to talk about politics), vegetarianism, views on marriage, GLBT, the Trans CampOUT I'll be going to in July, my business plans, the small town he lives in, how there's nothing to do in the small town he lives in, his dogs, my dog, my cats, his sometimes allergy to cats, books, movies, we made a few jokes about crazy good versus crazy with a butcher knife... We talked a lot.
What we didn't talk about was BDSM or why he wants me as a Mistress or what I would want from him as my sub. Too often in the past I've delved too quickly into the kinkier side of things without getting to know the person and I've found that type of relationship doesn't work for me. I like the idea of taking things slowly. It's definitely going to be interesting to figure out what that means and how we go about it.
After dinner, we weren't quite ready to wrap things up. He suggested going for a walk, but it ended up being a bit too chilly, so I suggested we go back to my place and watch a movie since we'd talked about quite a few movies.
"Are you sure you'd be comfortable with taking me home?"
I grinned. It was sweet that he was concerned. "I'm fine with it. Are you?"
"Well, as long as the butcher knives are put away."
I smirked. "Yeah, sure. Of course they're put away." I widened my eyes and wiggled my eyebrows.
He laughed. "I guess I'll take my chances."
After we got to my house, he looked over the many movies we have. There were two he hadn't seen that he was particularly interested in, True Romance and Boxing Helena. As in many cases where I have two choices, I flipped a coin. Boxing Helena won.
Sub-boy was quite cool about it, but I'd forgotten that Boxing Helena, while a good movie for the most part, has a crap ending. It's also not the best movie for a first date.
When I dropped him off at his car, we hugged. He gave me a peck on the lips. "That's all for the first date." I thought about saying something, but decided to let it slide. After all, he's not my pet... yet.
Overall, it was a rather good date. I will be seeing him again.
Tuesday, May 27, 2008
Thursday, May 22, 2008
"Strip then kneel." It was the first thing I said to him as he stepped through the door. He took his clothes off as quickly as he could, but it wasn't fast enough to please me. "That's one," I snarled.
"One set of ten paddlings for being so slow." I stormed up the stairs, then flipped around to glare at him as he was climbing after me. "Did I say you could rise? That's two." I slammed the door on him, leaving him in the small entry way. I opened the door to see him kneeling there. "Lace your fingers behind your head." He did so. I slammed the door again.
I went into the living room and clicked on the TV wondering when my roommate would be home and how she would react to a man kneeling naked just inside the door. That made me grin. Yes, being a bitch was fun... sometimes.
About ten minutes later, I went and opened the door. He was still kneeling, his fingers laced behind his head, but his posture was drooping. "That's three," I said.
"Yes mistress," he sighed.
"Stand up, straight, or that'll be four." I felt like I should have a ruler or some stick to slap against my palm. He groaned a little as he got to his feet. I thought about giving him the four, but I knew thirty would be tough for him to bear... and that irritated me. "Come on. I haven't got all day." I stormed through the kitchen back to the living room. He followed, without closing the door. "Damnit!" I shouted, whirling on him. "Close the door or the cats might get out!"
He spun around, intending to run back and correct his error. But because he was in the kitchen on the linoleum and because he was still wearing socks, he slid and crashed into the wall, big toe first. The wail of that stubbed toe was louder than any noised I'd heard him make.
I rushed over to where he was crumpled on the floor, cradling his foot and leaned over him. "Are you okay? Do you need some ice? Are you bleeding?"
He shook his head, biting his lower lip, tears brimming but not falling. "N-no mistress."
I stood up straight, walked over to the door, closed it then walked back to him. "Good. I'm glad you're okay. Follow me into the living room when you can." Without turning I added, "and that's four."
Wednesday, May 21, 2008
Two of my favorites are: Different Loving by William Brame and Gloria Brame & Screw the Roses, Send me the Thorns by Philip Miller and Molly Devon
Different Loving looks at BDSM relationships from the outside. It even comes with its own disclaimer, "Readers should not attempt any of the activities described in these pages." Despite that, it's a wonderful resource. The book is full of interviews of people in and out of the public scenes as well as descriptions of different activities and lifestyles.
Screw the Roses is delightful to read! You can tell that the authors had fun writing it. The one drawback, in my opinion, is that since it is written from a male dominant / female submissive perspective, it limits its perspective. But other than that, it covers the basics as well as the not so basics of bondage and other aspects of the lifestyle.
I've not read SM 101 by Jay Wiseman but I've heard that it's also a good resource.
Also, if you're looking for a more spiritual look at BDSM, I'm currently reading Dark Moon Rising by Raven Kaldera. I've read Pagan Polyamory & Urban Primitive by the same author and I've learned a lot from those books.
So, that's what I've got, what've you got?
Tuesday, May 20, 2008
Your naked body pressed to mine,
I feel your arousal,
And mine grows deep within,
Just outside the birds sing.
The birds sing as you kiss my neck,
I moan and press back into you,
I reach behind myself,
And grab your throbbing cock,
Just as the sun rises.
The sun rises as you rise too,
I turn my head for your sweet kiss,
Our lips lock as tongues touch,
And you whisper to me,
"Honey, I'll be right back."
"I'll be right back," is what you say,
But you suckle on my nipples,
Sighs and moans escape me,
Then peck me on the cheek,
I breathe as you get up.
As you get up for a condom,
You return back to bed so quick,
Ripping package open,
Then you flip me over,
And then you slide it in.
You slide it in, I pull you deep,
You grab my breasts as I claw you,
We screw until we reach,
A screaming orgasm,
Great way to start the day!
Saturday, May 17, 2008
One lady and her husband told me I have a sweet voice. "It was surprising to hear that sweet voice say things like cock and ass." They seemed to like what I read, but I couldn't tell if they were saying that my voice was disconcerting or merely unexpected. The topic then changed so I didn't ask. It startled me though... I've been told a few times that I should be a phone sex operator. (I've considered it, even went so far as to research it, but then remembered that I'm not too keen on spending a lot of time on the phone. But a podcast... hmmmm, now that might be something to consider.) Wouldn't someone with that kind of voice be the sort of person you'd want to read erotica? It perplexed me... but I suppose, one person's phone sex operator is another person's "sweet" voice.
Another person scolded me for only reading part of the story. "It was such a tease."
I grinned. "I guess you'll just have to come back next time to hear the end of it."
Next time, I'll be a featured reader so I'll have more time to read. And isn't that just the way it should be? After all, if the anti-----ci----pation is longer than the main event, it's usually a bit of a let down.
Thursday, May 15, 2008
The first shackles I bought were partially gifted to me by my lover, Tushy. We went to Tabou-Taboo where they were having a sale. I saw the shackles hanging on the wall and they were oh so pretty. I eyed them lustfully.
"Mmmmmm... I want those."
He glanced at me, raising an eyebrow. "You do?"
I snickered. "I couldn't possibly afford it.. not even for half off."
"Well," he stroked his chin. "Could you for half that?"
I furrowed my eyebrows. "What're you saying?"
"Well, I might just be able to pay for half of it."
"Naw, I'm not asking that."
He grinned. "I know you're not asking, but I'm offering and as long as I'm the first boy you use it on, then I want you to have it."
So we bought them and he was the first one I used them on.
Tuesday, May 13, 2008
My first pair of handcuffs, which I still have, are stainless steel & have a security release on them. Some people go on and on about having handcuffs which are police issue and you can only get them off with the key. Personally, I would be terrified of dropping and losing the key. I like things I can get people out of pretty quick. Every other pair of handcuffs I own, even the menecing black ones, have a security release.
I was with a guy who had a spreader bar. It was soft and cushy and attached with velcro. It didn't fit my idea of what a spreader bar should look like (reference the first scene in the 2002 movie - Secretary) so it took me a bit out of scene when he talked about a spreader bar and this came out instead.
This wasn't originally going to be a multi-parter entry, but I'm currently visiting relatives & I fear I won't have a chance to get back to it tonight so I'm going to wrap this up here. But before I do, I am curious about what kind of toys my readers enjoy. Just a little comment would be nice. ;>
Saturday, May 10, 2008
Upstairs I got a bowl of ice, a towel and a lighter. Then, as quietly as I could, I crept back downstairs. He didn't hear me as I set the bowl and the lighter down. He shifted, wiggling his ass, making the tight pink panties shift down revealing the top of his crack. I stifled a giggle as I lit a candle. Setting the candle aside, I picked up the ice and walked over to him. As soon as the ice touched his skin, he flinched. I rubbed the ice into his flesh causing him to shiver.
"M-mistress, it's cold."
I continued sliding the water. "Do you want me to stop?"
"Well," I said, continuing to use the ice on him. "You know what to say."
I stopped right away, set the ice aside, grabbed the towel and wiped him down. "You alright?" He nodded. "Do you want to continue?"
"Not with the ice."
I nodded. "Of course."
"Green." His body shook in anticipation.
I took the candle and, after pouring a bit of wax onto my wrist to determine how far I needed to hold it from the skin, I began dripping designs onto his skin.
"Red, red, red!"
I quickly put the candle down and unshackled him. He turned around and sat in the chair.
Worried, I asked, "are you okay?" He nodded, breathing heavily. "Wait here, I'll go get your clothes." I ran upstairs, grabbed his clothes and ran back downstairs. While he dressed, I turned off the music and flipped on some more lights.
"I'm so sorry, Mistress. I -"
Putting a finger to his lips, I whispered, "hush now. We'll try things again another time."
He bowed his head. "Yes Mistress."
Thursday, May 8, 2008
And yet.... and yet I still have these desires... these wants. As my mother likes to say, "you're old enough for your wants not to hurt you." And, while I don't always agree with my mother, she's right. Not that it makes me want any less, but my wants are mine to control not the other way around.
If I could have the sort of non-relationships I've had in the past and be okay with it, it would make life so much easier. But, truth be told, I wasn't even okay with it then. Whenever I've gotten involved with anyone who I didn't at least consider a friend, I never felt right about it afterwards. The only times that jumping into a sexual relationship has really worked for me has been when a relationship, be it a friendship or dating, came about because of it. And these are the reasons that I try to only get involved with people I'm at least friends with.
But, I have to ask myself, do I have time for another relationship? The bookstore I'm working at now is closing in July, my HLM (hetero-lifemate) and I are soon to be opening our own tattoo shop / pagany bookstore (I have a LOT of work to do for that), I'm working on becoming more disciplined with my writing, I might be directing this summer and I'm still in the newness of the relationship with the couple.
And yet... the couple is going to be gone for over a month & a few prospects have crossed my path recently. Perhaps I should just allow things to develop in their own time and just see what happens. Or maybe I'll meditate and do a tarot reading on it.
Which reminds me... there've been a few things that I've been meaning to meditate & do readings on... Like the bookstore, the relationship, my teaching/directing... *head shake* I'm such a bad witch! Unfortunately it all follows suite since I've been a not so great roommate lately and a less than great employee... at least, according to my own standards.
Aw hell, Rachel's coming to visit in June. I'll at least get to play with her, er, him! ;D
Tuesday, May 6, 2008
The water hasn't even been turned on and the mirror's already fogged up.
On the other side of the door, your cat meows in response to your lover's moans. You snicker, but you don't stop. He has one hand pressed against the wall for support as the other grabs a handful of hair. He stops you before he cums then spasms as you run the ball of your tongue stud along the underside of his highly sensitive organ before kissing the head and rising to your feet. He kisses you deeply, then turns you around and smacks your ass, motioning you into the shower.
You climb in and start the water, leaning over to find the right temperature. He comes in behind you and makes appreciative grunts as he massages your upturned butt. Once the water is right, you turn on the shower, the first cold blast hitting your back, and you start to stand. He puts a hand to the back of your neck and gently pushes you down. You comply by widening your stance and using your hands to balance yourself against the wall. He begins to spank you, gently, at first. But the strength and intensity rapidly grows. You moan and whimper when he pauses to reach between your legs and rub your clit. When you're just about to cum, he bites your ass, hard. He is now finger fucking you as he sucks and bites a bruise into the reddest spot of one ass cheek (you know this because he tells you later) then the other. The water is running rivers down your face and back, dripping tiny waterfalls from your nipples as you moan. His other hand, the one that doesn't have three (or is it four?) fingers shoving in and out of your dripping cunt, reaches around and underneath you and fondles your breasts, twisting your nipple until you cry out. Then he pulls harder and you cum painfully; deliciously. He stops as you gasp, smelling your own tangy juices, and pulls his fingers out of you. Leaning onto you, his hard cock pushing against your ass crack, he kisses your neck.
You start to stand, to turn to him, but he holds you in place. So you turn just your head and you kiss his mouth. As he pulls away, standing back up, he keeps one had pressed firmly on the small of your back so you know to stay as he opens the curtain. The cold air sends a shiver through you, but the water keeps you warm. The curtain closes again and you hear the tearing of a condom wrapper. He grabs your hips and enters you from behind, slowly. He quickly builds to slamming into you. You thickly gasp as he scratches your back leaving red welts you'll admire later in the mirror. Every few strokes he slaps your ass, causing you to have many mini orgasms. The big one's building deep inside you with each thrust getting faster and faster. You explode with a howling scream, igniting his orgasm. You cum together in grunts, screams and moans. He pulls out of you and tosses the condom into the trash as you stand back up. He pulls you back into him, pressing his body against yours. You reach up and behind, tangle your fingers in his hair as you kiss him over your shoulder.
Monday, May 5, 2008
So.... Next post, TOMORROW!!! ;D