Sunday, November 21, 2010
Tuesday, November 9, 2010
Monday, November 1, 2010
While it is no excuse, There has been quite a lot going on in my life. For now I will give a tantalizing list to be expanded on in later posts. In fact, most of this list will be the topics I will post about.
- I got a promotion in my job. Woo-hoo! --- I won't be writing here about that, but it has been consuming time and energy.
- The Artist (my hetero-lifemate) and I will be moving into Chicago in January. The Freak Family is forming a co-op to purchase a 3 flat. The 3 flat has been purchased by one couple & the co-op will be buying it from them. Kind of a venture deeper into the poly lifestyle with a live-in arrangement. One of the difficult thing about this for me is that I am not sexually involved with anyone in the group. Not that I need to be, it's just that I'm being pulled further away from my lovers while everyone else is getting closer. But it's an adventure!!
- And yes, I did write "lovers"... plural! I now have 2 boyfriends.
- Crumpet and I are still doing quite well and I have stories to tell about our adventures.
- My "romantic friendship" with His Grace has gotten quite sexual as well as still being very romantic and we are now dating. We are both smitten kittens and calling and texting and emailing like teenagers. Since CampOUT, he's been here once and I've visited MI once and he plans to come right after Thanksgiving. Woot!! Much, much, MUCH to tell there!!
Friday, August 27, 2010
Tuesday, August 3, 2010
Monday, August 2, 2010
We've had a few dates thus far. She's delightful! Sad thing is, I'm almost always tired when I see her. (It's because of my job... I seem to be always tired.) So things have only gone so far sexually. We're talkin' hot and heavy make out sessions (like the one in the car Saturday night, YUM!) and fun cuddling, but not even a stitch of clothes removed. It's frustrating, but in the most delicious way! While I doubt I would've chosen it if I was well rested, I'm actually enjoying this taking it slow. Way too often things get rushed with the physical side and, while it sometimes works beautifully, I wonder how it would've been different if we had slowed down a bit.
So the other night Raspberry took me to meet some of her friends. Her hubby was there and it was cool just to hang out and chill. Her friends are pretty cool! At one point, her hubby came over, sat between the two of us with his arms around our shoulders, and said, "these ladies are comin' home with me!"
His friend laughed, "yeah, but you don't get to do anything with them!"
To which he replied, "I get to hear it and might even get to watch. That's hot!"
It made me giggle, I love voyeurs!!
Friday, July 30, 2010
The first Lovely is Raspberry. Raspberry and I have had a few dates and we will be having one tomorrow evening. She is super cute and cuddly and kissable! She is also someone I admire for the work she does with the elderly. She is sexy and subby and yummy! She lives nearby which is a double bonus for me.
Then there are my IN Lovelies. I haven't nicknames for them yet... but camping in May led to some fun & surprising smooching. I've had quite a crush on her and an itty bitty crush on him quite a while. (The Artist has a bit of a crush on him too.) I now have a full tilt crush on them both!
At CampOUT, my head almost exploded! A beautiful Pearl caught my eye and proceeded to seduce me. If I hadn't been working... if there weren't so many distractions... if I was a different sort of person... there would have been more than just delectable kisses and sweaty hugs. Sadly, she lives in NC. Happily, she plans to come to CampOUT next year! And we've emailed a little... we'll see...
Then His Grace who's a friend that I've had an ever growing crush on for a few years now, made it clear that he too has had a crush on me. We cuddled and kissed and have begun a "Romantic Friendship". (Neither of us felt that "friends with benefits" worked for us.) It's quite sexy what with the getting to know each other via email and flirting via text and planning for future meetings. He lives in MI with his wonderful and equally sexy husband His Eminence. I'm so looking forward to visiting them! (Hopefully, sometime soon.)
And things are going well with Crumpet, though he and I are having separate life upheavals and can't make plans for a while. I miss him.
So much more to write about! But I must go sleep or I will be useless tomorrow.
Wednesday, June 16, 2010
Last night, Crumpet brought over a porn called Pirates. It's one of the better made porns I've ever seen and I rather enjoyed it. It's not unusual that a porn doesn't get me all hot & bothered, I usually find them too funny to get off on, but this one had quite a bit of spitting that actually turned me off. Spitting... not my kink. There were some pretty decent sex scenes, so my dreams were rather sexual in nature.
Today when my Rob Brezsny horoscope arrived in my inbox, I was surprised to see that he references S&M & disappointed that he referred to S&M scenarios as "compromising entanglements". I do wonder if he's leaning more on the metaphorical rather than the actual. It's interesting to say the least:
SCORPIO (Oct. 23-Nov. 21): If you have been engaged in any S&M scenario, even metaphorically, now would be a good time to quit it. Whether you're the person who's whipping or being whipped, the connection is no longer serving any worthy purpose. The good news is
that freeing yourself from compromising entanglements will make you fully available to explore new frontiers in collaboration. You will also be blessed with an influx of intuition about how to reconfigure bonds that have become blah and boring. And what if you're not currently involved in any S&M scenario? Congrats! Your assignment is to transform one of your pretty good relationships into a supercharged union that's capable of generating life-changing magic.
Friday, April 9, 2010
Dark haired daughters
Swimming in a salty sea
A light within
Not a stitch of clothes I see
Her black eyes lure medown below
Not a single word is spoken
Wet lips meet mine
Not a single vow is broken
Her fingers lick
My skin does tickBubbles from my mouth do burst
She swallows each
Within her reach
I suck on her to quench my thirst
She pulls me deeper
So many caves to explore
She binds me down there
Until I breathe no more
A Mermaid by John William Waterhouse
Thursday, April 1, 2010
disclaimer: I am not a poet, though I will write a bit of (bad) poetry at times. I also tend to be silly or obscure or both as my poetry writing favs include: Maggie Estep, Allen Ginsberg, Ogden Nash, Dorothy Parker, Edgar Allen Poe, Shel Silverstein, Oscar Wilde
(with a picture!)
Wednesday, March 31, 2010
Saturday, March 27, 2010
Right now, as I type this, he's in my kitchen finishing up the dishes. He's already started my laundry and is working towards finishing the "Task List" I made for him. The last task on the list is to bring up the cage from the basement. That's right folks, we just so happen to have a large dog crate in the basement that will perfectly fit my very own Crumpet! Or, rather, my Crumpet will fit in it. ;)
Basically, it's things that I just can't be bothered with. I'd much rather be reading a book or writing one or walking the dog or playing with the cats or cuddling my guinea pig or dancing or swimming or camping or cleaning any other room in the house or watching a movie or trolling the internet or having sex or bathing or baking or brushing my teeth!!!
But now there's Crumpet in his short black skirt, tiny white frilly apron, fishnet socks and bells to do this for me. And he says he likes being my domestic servant. What an evil mistress I would be if I were to take that from him! I shall let him service me.
Blurry Crumpet (from my crappy camera phone)
in his Maid Uniform, with bells!
(He plans to send me a better pic)
Tuesday, March 23, 2010
The theme was to dress up like a deity. Sir went as Hades, the Greek god of death and the Underworld. I went as Nephthys, the Egyptian goddess who protects the dead. Crumpet was unsure of who he should go as. He was wearing very springy pink skirt with matching flowers, white shirt & shoes which contrasted beautifully with my flowing black & silvery dress and Sir's black skirt, corset & other layers. At first we tried to convince him to be Persephone so Hades could rape him later (a total gender switch) but he eventually decided to go as Eostre, Anglo-Saxon goddess of Spring. It pleased me that we were representing an array of pantheons. I gave him a Cadbury creme egg to carry.
We arrived late & the party had already begun. The party, but not the play. People were grouped in different rooms, talking. It always strikes me as funny that no matter the purpose of the party, there is always a period of polite conversation before things truly get into full swing. (I'm not on any high-horse 'cause I do the same damn thing.) Most of the party goers had not dressed up. Our Delectable Goddess had. She sparkled and shined with an ornate Egyptian looking collar/necklace. The black sheer dress she wore hid nothing yet covered everything. She was exquisite!
The play part of the party began with a present... a seemingly innocent gesture from Sissybitch. He gave Delectable Goddess a poorly wrapped box. Inside the box was a pair of gloves. HER gloves! Gloves she had lost a few months ago. Gloves she had torn her place apart in trying to find. Gloves she had spent hard earned money on to replace. Gloves that were somewhat useless coming to her on the cusp of Spring!
This would not go unpunished.
The Spank-Master had brought along this lovely spanking bench made by the KinkyContractor himself:
The Delectable Goddess and Sissybitch's WickedMistress had him lay naked on the bench face down with his ass prominently displayed. Sir, Crumpet and I positioned ourselves in the kitchen which had an opening above the sink to the next room where the bench was. The view was perfect... except for dishes that were drying on the sill. (I had Crumpet put them and all the other dishes away.)
At one point, Sissybitch was being asked if he really felt sorry for what he did. He said yes, with a smirk. Since his face was towards us and the ladies doling out his punishment could not see him, I felt it was my duty to tell them. He then STUCK HIS TONGUE OUT AT ME! The nerve! The audacity! I, of course, told them that too. They offered me the opportunity to give him a few swats. I was definitely tempted but so steeped in voyeur mode that I declined. (Next time, ladies. I promise!)
Watching them work together was beautiful! One would be lightly cropping his ass and balls while the other smacked his face and called him humiliating things. He was asked, "What are you?" To which he replied, "...a slut! ...a naughty boy! ...a little piggy! *grunt, grunt* ...a teapot!" This brought forth giggles and the question, "where's your handle?" And he sung, "MY DICK IS MY HANDLE!" at the top of his lungs. I missed where his spout was. Sir added a few kinky-altered lyrics that made everyone snicker. Unfortunately, she was facing away from me so I didn't catch them. (Perhaps I'll get her to tell them to me so I can share them with you, dear readers.)
In the other room, a different sort of play took place. The CruelCutter had setup a massage table in the living room with all of his equipment. Using a scalpel, he cut an opening into the Delectable Goddess's arm that he then sutured. It bled pretty. (I like blood!) He sterilized everything, discussing his techniques with Sir who's a tattoo artist & piercer by trade, then got ready for his next victim, errr... yeah, victim! Before he needled pretty designs into WickedMistress's arm, he asked her if she wanted him to be nice or mean. She said, "start nice then get mean." He did this beautifully! The needles were inserted precisely but tenderly. (Well, as tender as you can get with needles.) He then wiggled them, causing her to bleed a bit, followed by a punch and a smack resulting in much more blood! She swooned and laughed her way through it all.
There were other fun happenings, but I shall end this here and now as other writing is taking my attention. Suffice is to say, I had lots of fun!!
Thursday, March 4, 2010
I called my friend –
Me: Who is this guy, Walter?
Her: His family is a friend of my family; I’ve known him for years. You don’t mind that I gave him your number, do you?
Me: No… I just don’t remember him.
Her: REALLY?? You two talked for hours in the living room, the family room, on the stairs, the kitchen and then outside. He said y’all had some real chemistry.<
Her: You seriously don’t remember him? Damn! You were drunk!
Me: *snicker* Well, is he nice? I mean… can I trust him? He wants to take me on a date.
Her: He’s totally nice and he wouldn’t hurt anything. What’ve you got to lose? Take a chance!
Me: What does he look like?
Her: You really were drunk.
Me: Yeah. What does he look like?
Her: Dark brown hair, brown eyes, pale skin, crooked teeth... I donno, like a guy.
Me: *eye roll* Okay… well as long as you say he’s okay, I guess I’ll give it a go.
He arrived at my house with flowers. I don’t like cut flowers, but it was sweet and he didn’t know. He smelled of very strong chemically cologne and was really awkward talking to me at the door. But I thought, hey, I'll still have fun, right?
He decided that for our first date (his words), he’d take me to his favorite restaurant. It was an hour away. It was an uncomfortable, long drive and I insisted rolling my window half way down so I could breath past his cologne even though it was quite chilly. I tried to start a conversation several times, but all his answers were monosyllabic. His hands were tight knuckled around the steering wheel and he never once looked over at me, keeping his focus on the road. It was kinda sweet that he was so anxious. I was a pretty awkward and nerdy girl myself so I found it flattering that I could make someone so nervous. (Even still, I kept wishing I’d brought a book.)
The restaurant was a seafood joint in Galveston. At that time, I hated seafood. The place was loud, our table was in the middle of the room where there was no chance of talking (which may not have been a bad thing) and it was big enough to sit a party of ten. After a mostly silent ride, he suddenly became talkative and shouted stories about the other times he'd been to the restaurant and how his parents have a second house in Galveston that he's been known to crash at and the crazy parties he and his friends have thrown over the din. He spoke with his mouth full and he chewed with his mouth open. He also did the heinous thing of ordering for me. The only thing I would eat, was the salad. He shouted, really loud, "You on a diet?" Irritated as hell, I got up to go to the bathroom and, as I walked past his seat, I whispered, "I don't like seafood." When I came back to the table, he had his food in a doggy bag and had paid the bill.
I thought, "good, now he'll drive me home."
Yeah... not so much. He had planned the evening and nothing, not even my irritation and discomfort, was going to disrupt his plan. He drove me to the beach. In his trunk was a case of wine-coolers, a blanket and, when he shook out the blanket, a box of condoms flew out and hit my foot. He grabbed them, tossed them quickly back into the truck and slammed it shut. (I think he thought I might not have noticed what they were since it was dark.) He offered me a wine-cooler and said, "I thought we could sit out and watch the stars.
Without a word, I walked to the passengers side, got in the car and strapped on my seatbelt. I refused to get out and insisted he drive me home.
Now, whenever I have a bad date, I always think, "at least it's not a Walter."
Addendum: When I was talking to my "friend" about it, she confessed that she was glad that his attention had shifted to me because he had been stalking her since elementary school. She then said some other things that shook my memory about the party. The reason we went from room to room then outside was because he would not stop following me. I then recalled that at the party we didn't talk much, he just sat there staring at me.
(Huh, if only I knew then what I know now, I could've had my first slave boy!)
Friday, February 26, 2010
He lays back down on the blanket, fully exposed to the dark. He shudders as my short but sharp fingernails brush lightly over his soft skin. A gentle touch on his shoulder and he is a leaf. My fingers whisper across his neck, up his rounded jaw and explore the slightly sweaty skin of his face as if I were blind. His cheeks are hollows with pronounced bones. His brow is strong and bushy and his eyes wide set. The ears are delicate and small while the hair is wiry and thick. He moans when I pull at it. I travel my fingers to the top of his head, then cascade them down a sloping nose to trace wide, full lips. When his lips close on my index finger, I remove my hand. One breath, two, my fingers return, but he allows them to glide along his lips, pull them apart and slide over his crooked but well tended teeth. My other hand begins to roam down his chest with the lightest brush of nails. I lean over him, my face inches from his. “Cinnamon,” he sighs. I wonder if he actually spoke or if I imagined it as once again a licorice scent caresses my nostrils. I swing a leg over to straddle him. He quakes as the soft fabric of my dress brushes over his chest. I exhale cool air along his skin. I bury my hands in the jungle of his twisted hair. I sigh and run a moist tongue along the side of his face.
“You taste like a garden of herbs,” my voice is husky, thick with the surprise of my discovery. “Rosemary, garlic, sage and a hint of mint.” I smile against his skin. Planting a kiss on his cheek, then sucking at his lips as my hands massage his scalp. I feel him resisting the urge to grab me and pull me into a kiss. I grin as I press my lips lightly against his.
“Good boy,” I whisper into his mouth, causing his lips to tremble. As my lips embrace his, I slide my tongue into his mouth. I suck the air from him as I explore the soft meaty texture of him. His mouth tastes only faintly of whiskey but more strongly of mint and, there’s that tint of licorice. Suddenly overwhelmed, he drives his tongue into my mouth. I bite it, causing his eyes to pop open. “Uh-uh-uh-uh. Bad boy.”
“But...” he mutters, trying to prop himself up to his elbows.
My hand is to his mouth and I lean into his chest. “No buts about it. Either I explore you without interruption, or you leave. Your choice.”
“Remember,” I speak with lips inches from his right ear, “you agreed to my terms.” I gently graze teeth over his lobe as I add, “if you were going to negotiate, you should have done so before we began. Now, it’s too late.” I pull my head away and move off him. I’m inches from him, but no longer touching. I can feel he wants to say something, but instead, he becomes a granite statue. “Better,” I murmur as my hands stroke his face. With my cheek against his hair, I breathe in and sigh. “You smell of jasmine.” I lean into him, my lips press against his throat as I lightly tongue the hardness of his larynx. I lick my way around his neck and suck at the base by the delicate collarbone. I pull the fragile flesh between my teeth and bite. He gasps, but lays still. Leaving a ring of small wet bites along the collarbone, I glide down his chest with gentle kisses all over the skin, pausing only to graze teeth across each nipple sending chills through his body.
I walk my hands over his belly, and he giggles. “Ticklish?” I ask, my grin is in the word as I play with his lack of control for a bit. I can feel he’s right on the verge of calling it quits, when I stop tickling. I suck my finger and slide a path through the thin trail of hair from his belly button to his cock. A series of fondling strokes followed by wet caresses from my mouth causes him to inhale the room as his organ rises. He is thick and longer than I can hold in my mouth. I use one hand to stroke the base of the shaft as my other hand massages his balls and inner thighs. A strange grazing sound reaches my ears. It takes me a moment to realize that it’s his fingernails clawing into the blanket. I gently touch one of the hands and he relaxes. But, as his body teeters on the brink, the clawing starts again.
I stop just short of causing him to explode. My hands slide down over his thighs, caress each of his knobby knees, nuzzle his calves and massage his feet. I feel him tense as I reach his feet, but as I rub them, he relaxes. I work my way back up his body to take his mouth into mine as I lower my hips and grind him through my dress.
Sliding off him, I punch the trembling boy’s shoulder with the heel of my hand. “Your turn.”
Tuesday, February 23, 2010
I was thinking how much easier life would be if I could just pop out of the hectic every day to do just that. It works really well on days I'm not working at my job and merely working on my writing or some other at home type thing on my days off. I just don't think it would go over all that well at work. "Excuse me, I must go masturbate before we continue this conversation." I'm guessing that no amount of assurance that I will come back renewed & better able to deal with the BS will make up for the inappropriateness. Oh well.... such is life. ;)
Monday, February 22, 2010
NSE - new story energy ;)
Friday, February 19, 2010
Wednesday, February 17, 2010
Mistress Ninian - Why that's me, of course!
little one - my sub side
Ms. Mafia - my lascivious school teacher persona
Artist - One of my dearest & oldest friends. She is my hetero-lifemate for whom I'd do just about anything.
Sir - Same woman, but as the dom to me as 'little one'. This is a rather new development.
Crumpet - my boyfriend
Chlymedia - Crumpet's naughty teenage persona
Kim - Crumpet's obedient maid persona
Firebird / Gypsy - my longtime friend who's an amazing writer & actress (I'm not quite sure how she ended up with two names, but it's fitting for her.)
Freak Family - A group of friends, including the Artist, Plus, his wife, her boyfriend, his wife and me, who is working towards building a close knit community.
Seamstress - Crumpet's wife
Plus - the Artist's boyfriend
FryGuy - a friend I met camping who lives in Ohio & one of the folks in charge of LaGarou's CampOUT
Lady Hawk - another writerly friend
Wolf - a writerly friend I had a bit of a fling with a while ago
Feel free to comment if there is someone else you want to know more about or if there is someone I neglected to mention.
Tuesday, February 16, 2010
That said, enjoy!
Chlamydia chewed her bottom lip as she studied the Mafia. There were somethings that even her friends didn't know and she felt a bizarre urge to confess them all to this power suit woman. For gods sake, the woman had her long black hair neatly gathered in a tight bun! You don't get any more uptight than that. Still, Chlamydia found the older woman to be rather attractive. But if her friends heard about her attraction to a woman, especially a school counselor, she'd never hear the end of it.
She swiveled in her chair again and told her story to the ceiling. "Pops keeps to his Den when he wants to be alone. It's his 'no kid' zone. He would also like to keep mom out of there, but since the house was ours before he moved in, he wouldn't dare tell her that. Anyhow, that's where the couch is. He had a really old school radio in there and he kept it on easy listening jazz while he napped. Usually, this meant that I could do whatever I wanted as long as I was home about 8 pm when he'd cook up something for us to eat.
"When Gothica, Ruby and the Arabian arrived, we conspired in my room. We'd already planned what we were going to do during the week so we were really just making sure we had all the supplies. Gothica brought Duct tape and a grocery bag of something she said was a surprise that we may or may not need, Ruby had several scarves and ribbons and a pair of her dad the cop's handcuffs and the Arabian had managed to sneak out one of his mom's sample bags. She did home sex toy parties and she always had samples stashed around the house. Since I was providing the place, the victim and the plan, I didn't have to bring anything.
"The main idea was to get pops while he was still sleeping. As quietly as we could, we set everything up in the den. Since he was laying on his side facing the room with one arm hanging on the ground and the other across his chest, we were going to have to start by tying his hands in front of him.
"I didn't want him to know what was going on, so I positioned everyone. Ruby was by his head with one of her scarves ready to cover his eyes as soon as he started waking up. The Arabian stood at the end of the couch prepared to pounce on pop's legs if he tried to get a way. Gothica had another long scarf looped in a noose that she slipped around the wrist of the hand that was dragging on the ground. She carefully tied it off and pulled that hand up to wind the rest of the scarf around the other wrist. She had it completely tied off before pops even stirred. Ruby gently lifted his head for the scarf she was blindfolding him with. He inhaled deeply, causing us to freeze, then he snored. We snickered as Ruby tightened the blindfold."
"He didn't wake up at all?" Ms. Mafia looked doubtful.
"Nah. My pops usually slept pretty soundly. In fact, the Arabian and I were able to get him up and sit him in a chair before he started waking up. We even got his feet tied to the front legs of the chair before he really woke up. By then, it was too late. There was no way he was going to escape what we had planned for him."
"What was that?"
"Don't you want to hear the whole story?"
The Mafia sighed. "Yes... proceed."
"For about the first half hour, we would poke at him and giggle while he asked over and over again, 'what the hell is going on?' and, 'who are you people?'
Once he stopped asking, Ruby unbuttoned his shirt and ran her hand in his chest hair. She'd grab handfuls and pull saying, 'my, what thick hair you have.'
Oh! That's one of the things we decided. I wasn't allowed to talk. I mean, I could talk to them, but not loud enough for him to hear 'cause he might recognize my voice."
"You were afraid of getting in trouble?"
"Well yeah. We'd have to let him go eventually. And while I'm pretty sure I could control him, my mom's a whole different story."
(to be continued...)
Monday, February 15, 2010
"It says here that we should find the Sire and..." She trailed off, reading to herself.
"And...?" The gray haired woman cocked an eyebrow.
The younger woman looked up. "Grandma, it says we have to kill him."
The older lady blinked. "But he's already dead."
"I know. It's just that he was supposed to be killed in a certain way and since we can't kill him again, we're stuck." She pursed her lips together.
"No!" The grandmother shouted, slamming a fist on the table. The bowl of candles shook but stayed lit. "There has to be another way."
"There is... ONE other way." The blond sighed and gently closed the book.
After a moment, the older woman snorted and asked, "well? What can we do?"
The younger woman leaned her chin into her cupped hands, placing her elbows firmly on the table. Her emerald eyes stared at her grandmother for several minutes unblinking. "We have to find HIS sire and seduce HIM. Then we both have to... take advantage of him."
"You mean we have to fuck the head werewolf?"
Covering her face, the younger woman nodded and spoke in a muffled voice. "Yes, grandmother. That's exactly what I mean."
Sunday, February 14, 2010
This is a scene between Margaret, the gagged maid, and Charlie.
Once we were in my bedroom, Margaret’s grip on my wrist tightened as she dragged me to the foot of the bed. She sat down, pulled me over her knee and flipped my nightgown up over my head in one smooth move. My pink panties with bows all over them were quickly around my knees and she began smacking each cheek with such force I knew I was going to bruise. I squirmed and tried to put my hand in her way to stop her from spanking so hard. She merely grabbed my hand and pulled it up to the middle of my back.
“Ow! That hurts!”
“It’s supposed to.” Her voice was gentle but deep. I realized she wasn’t gagged. I twisted my head to look up at her unfettered mouth. As if reading my mind, she commented to the tempo of her hits. “I am only required to be gagged in His presence.”
I managed to squirm away a few times, but she’d just pull me back and start all over again. After what seemed like a rhythmic eternity of flesh smacking flesh until I ached all over and begged and pleaded with her to stop with my legs kicking the air, she stopped.
Or rather paused.
My left arm was trapped between our bodies and my right arm was numb from being held at such a sharp angle. She stood me up and I sighed with relief thinking we were done. But then she turned me and with the ribbon from her hair, she tied my wrists together behind my back. Once again, she positioned me onto her lap in such a way that my ass was pointing up to the sky. Only this time, she put one leg over my legs, trapping me next to her crotch. I was surprised to feel something pressing against my hip, but before I could say anything, the beatings began again… with a large wooden spoon she’d pulled out of her apron pocket.
“Ow! No! Stop! Please!” I could feel bruises blossoming on top of each other.
“No stop please? Well, if you insist. I will not stop… yet.”
The hits came faster and harder until I was crying. I heard a crack then felt a sharp pain. Margaret dropped me off her lap.
“Oh crap. Are you okay?”
I looked up at her from the floor and saw that the spoon was broken. Where the handle met the ladle, it had cracked and some of the wood had splintered out. There was a red smear on the wood. I blinked, realizing it was my blood.
Margaret had me roll over onto my belly and inspected my ass. “Oh sweety! It looks like you got a splinter. Let’s get you into the shower and I’ll get the tweezers.” As we went into the bathroom, she untied me, taking off my panties and my gown leaving it in a trail behind us. She had me lean over the edge of the bathtub so that she could remove the splinter.
“Hold still or I’ll never get it out.”
“I’m gonna tell,” I threatened through gritted teeth. She held the tweezers in front of my face with the offending piece of wood. I stood up straight rubbing my ass.
“There. You’re such a brat! I’m so glad He said I could do what I wanted with you.” She smiled wickedly then began removing her uniform.
I hopped into the tub, my eyes wide. “What’re you doing?”
She folded the dress and apron neatly then placed them on the back of the toilet. Sitting down to remove her shoes and stockings, she raised an eyebrow. “If I’m giving you a shower, I’m climbing in with you and I am not about to get my uniform wet.” She had small pert breasts that I couldn’t stop looking at. That is, until her erect penis popped out of her panties.
“You… what… I thought…” My mouth hung open from the unfinished thoughts.
Her wicked smile pulled high and tight as her voice fell a couple of octaves. “Little girl, how could you not have known? It was pressing up against you when I was spanking you.”
“But I… I didn’t know…”
“Do you take everything at face value?” She crossed her arms over her chest as her shoulders slumped. She sighed. “Quit staring. We’ve got to get you cleaned up for the Master.”
I licked my lips. “I’m sorry if I’m staring. It’s just, you’re so beautiful.” I sighed. “You’re a bi-girl’s dream… or, at least, this bi-girl’s dream.” I smiled.
She straightened, tilting her head and narrowed her eyes as she studied me. “You’re kidding, right?” Her hazel eyes softened. “You’re not, are you?”
I shook my head and crooked my finger for her to join me in the shower. She stepped in hesitantly. I wrapped my fingers around her engorged cock and pulled her to me. I stood on tiptoes to reach her lips; she tasted like bubblegum.We lathered each other, paying particular attention to each other’s breast and nipples, her cock and balls and my clit. We both came in each other’s hands, rinsing off and sharing a secret smile.
Saturday, February 13, 2010
Friday, February 12, 2010
Thursday, February 11, 2010
Chlamydia spun in the swivel chair, chewing on the thin red coffee straw. She leaned her head way back and crossed her eyes at the ceiling. Who has a last name of Mafia? It sounded as fake as Chlamydia but not as cool. She didn't want to discuss anything with this dyke counselor. She particularly didn't want to discuss her sexual awakening... or was it awakenings? She stopped spinning and chewing and wondered what the woman would say to her asking if there could be multiple awakenings. Stretching her arms up high, she dropped the straw behind her head, cracked her knuckles, sighed and sat forward. Ms. Mafia hadn't moved a muscle from her good posture, fingers laced as if to pray position behind her desk. Chlamydia snorted. It was painfully clear that the Mafia could sit in silence much better than she could. She spun once more, to see the clock that was hanging over the doorway. She'd only been there for 15 minutes. If she was lucky, she'd only have 45 more minutes. The lucky part being, if the Mafia didn't decide to keep her through her next class like she did last time. She sighed again. Well, if she was going to be stuck here anyway she might as well give the Mafia something juicy to gnaw on.
"At my fifteenth birthday party, mom got drunk. Nothing new, it's what she always does. It wouldn't have bothered me in the least except she seduced the guy I was after ala Mrs. Robinson. I always hated that movie! It was kind of sad and pathetic really, but Leo, that's the stupid guy's name, was totally into it. I mean, I get that my mom's hot. I was used to the guys calling her the Milfiest MILF that ever there was. But I never expected her to be such a cougar or to disregard my feelings entirely! But whatever. I decided to get even." She paused.
Ms. Mafia tilted her head waiting for Chlamydia to finish. After about a minute, she asked, "how?"
Chlamydia grinned. "Okay, you might think this is really wrong, but whatever. I kinda-- well, me and my friends, we abducted my pops."
"My dad. Well, sorta my dad. I mean, he was and had been since I was seven. But he's not my biological father. Not that it would make any difference to me." She paused and thought about that for a second. Would it? She never knew her biological father, but the incest taboo felt strong even with her step-dad. She knew she was crossing a very fine line. "Anyhow, pops was cute. He and mom were on the outs and, along with getting back at mom, I didn't want him to leave." This also made her pause. She had never admitted that out loud and hated to now. She shook her head, causing her blue hair to fall in her face. "It was me and three other friends." She peeked at the Mafia through the veil of hair.
Ms. Mafia was leaning forward, completely engrossed in the story. "Well, go on."
Okay, so the weekend after my party and after a long week of mom and pops fighting 'cause he found a condom wrapper in their bed that wasn't his and mom wouldn't come clean, mom was out of town for business. So I had Gothica, Ruby and Arabian come over."
Ms. Mafia cocked an eyebrow. Not their real names, I take it."
"Well duh. Just 'cause I'm going to a different school doesn't mean we don't hang out and they'd kill me if my telling you about this got them in trouble."
Ms. Mafia nodded.
"Anyhow." She sighed, wondering how much trouble she was going to get into for confessing all of this. She didn't really care, but she kinda did. She eyed the Mafia and decided that the risk was worth it. "Since pops worked so late at night, he did a lot of sleeping during the day and even during the weekend he'd mostly sleep days as that was his cycle. So I knew he'd be crashed out on the couch for several hours while I got the crew ready in my room."
And that's what I've got so far. More to come!
Wednesday, February 10, 2010
This got me to thinking.... What other odd limits do I have?
I have some hard limits that are based in being safe (always use condoms or some form of protection, do not play with scat or blood... though blood intrigues me & if I was with someone I trusted who was into blood play too, that limit might be lifted), sane & consensual (no animals, children or corpses). I've discovered that I have a few hard (& not so hard) odd limits that are based on personal preference.
- balloons - yeah, no. (It's not a clown thing, though. I'm okay with clowns & even more so with jesters.)
- outside in winter - I don't like the cold &, unlike Crumpet, I don't get turned on when my feet are frozen.
- verbal humiliation - it just doesn't do it for me. I tend to sneer at anyone trying to verbally humiliate me & feel just plain rude when I'm humiliating someone else. (Now this does not include teasing. I LOVE teasing!)
- extended periods of time on my knees - I have bad knees.
- concerts - I HATE large crowds. I'm a bit agora-homicidal.
Tuesday, February 9, 2010
I replied, "I just posted. Did you not see the one on cunnilingus?"
To this she rolled her eyes and moaned, "That was like yesterday. I want MORE!!!"
To which I replied with quivering lip, "Bu-but*, I'm trying to post twice a week and I'm doing okay with that so far... I think."
She snorted and walked away.
nor was my lip quivering.
I just thought it'd be more
dramatic that way.
This got me to thinking. Part of my hesitancy to post every day stems from the fact that I fear my posts will lack in substance. However, I've noticed that even when I don't post every day, I still have posts that are... well, flaccid. Does this mean I shouldn't post unless I'm wet when I read my own words? No. I'd have a lot less entries if that were the case. Everything here does not have to be polished & pretty, nor does it have to be pussy dripping or boner making... that's for paid publications. So, dear readers, I am challenging myself to offer up my words daily. *eek!*
I am quite certain Sir will be more than happy and exceedingly able to hold me to my challenge as she is one of the fastest readers I know. Hmmmmm... now I'm wondering what punishment she will dole out if I do not meet this goal. I just hope it has nothing to do with balloons. *shudder* (OOOOOhhhh! I think I've got tomorrow's topic!) :D
In other news, I'm scouring Fetlife to find places to post my writing and promote my blog. I'm also working towards getting the blog organized in such a way that anyone could easily find entries by topic. Any suggestions are most appreciated!
And publications... if you have any leads on erotic publications, I would be as delighted as a toe curling orgasm if you shared them with me.
Thursday, February 4, 2010
He has been paying homage on a somewhat regular basis and damn is he getting good! Not that he wasn't before, just that his good gets better each time. (I don't know how that's possible, I just know that it's true.) Usually, after I've cum several times and his tongue is exhausted, we slap a condom on him and I ride him until I cum one (or two or three) more time(s). Because he's expressed his delight in being used and in orgasm denial, I rarely allow him to get off as well.
Which leads me to an interesting observation. If I were in a monogamous D/s relationship with him, that "orgasm denial" would extend to his time away from me. I would forbid him the pleasures of masturbation until a specific time in the future. But we're poly and for me to forbid him anything when he's away from me, would be me putting restrictions on him with his relationship with his wife. I don't believe the Seamstress would go for that nor would I expect her to. The sex life they share has nothing to do with me or my relationship with Crumpet. While there is a part of me that would love to play the game of teasing him to the edge over and over and knowing he's getting no release until I say so, it's a very small part. I'm finding that I enjoy not allowing him an orgasm with me much more for the very fact that I know he does get off elsewhere. It also means that I can play this game indefinitely. *insert evil wicked grin here*
Tuesday, January 26, 2010
Some poly couples like to keep something "special" aside, something they can do together. Perhaps this could be keeping their bedroom private and free from other lovers, reserving a special night for themselves, or a particular sexual activity they would only perform with each other. From the poly stand point, I never understood this exactly. Perhaps that is because Seamstress [his wife] and I already have a special connection - our kids - that will forever define our relationship with one another, and differ it from all future relationships.
But, if a married couple reserves something for themselves, are they then to reserve something else with all their other lovers? If not, then why not? Why should this relationship have something special and not the others? And if so, what happens if the husband wants to do that special thing that the wife reserved for her lover? Does she say no to her husband?
Personally, I've never been one to want to hide or keep for "only me" what I find special. I've always been more of a "Oh, how fun! Who else would like this?" kind of person. Even with friends... even with lovers. I guess that's why the poly lifestyle suits me so well. I love to share!
I do agree that if there's a dynamic where the married couple shares something special that is just for them, there should be an opportunity for the other poly relationships to have their very own "special" too. But does that mean that each relationship has to have that something special? What if it isn't important to the other relationship? And if it's the person in the married relationship that insists there must be a "special" between their mate & the mate's other partner, should they be allowed to dictate that?
I guess as far as our relationship goes, having Thai food once a month is a special thing between Crumpet & I. But I would not be upset if he were to share Thai food with someone else. I mean come on, it's yummy Thai food!
He did offer to reserve cunnilingus for just me and Seamstress. But because I adore having his face between my thighs & his tongue on my clit, I would not want to deprive another lover of his the same pleasure. That also goes for the D/s side of our relationship. As much as I love being his Mistress, I would not object to him having another D/s relationship. Of course, just as with any additional relationship, there would need to be discussion & figuring out how things work.
Friday, January 22, 2010
SCORPIO (Oct. 23-Nov. 21): This would be an excellent time for you to do a lot less of everything. You're entering a phase when you can actually help your long-term goals by being less ambitious. The point is not to give up your drive to succeed, but rather just put it to sleep for a while. Let it
recharge. Allow it to draw energy from the deeper psychic sources that it tends to get cut off from when it's enmeshed in the frenzy of the daily rhythm. Do you have the courage to not work so much, not try so hard, and not push so relentlessly?
So maybe next week. ;)
Tuesday, January 19, 2010
An overview from The Annoyance Theatre:
"Sexual repression is alive and well in suburbia. Mom is a closet dominatrix and Dad is a closet cross-dresser. Their daughters, Julie and Tammy, are getting to that age where clothes may not be the only hang-ups in their closets. Homecoming is just around the corner - Julie's got a date and Tammy's one-woman tour-de-force is sure to a hit.
But between Mom's secret dominatrix meeting and dad's secret cross-dressing meeting, who will be there to take pictures?"
It was opening night & the house was packed. The audience was all on one level & the stage was merely a raised platform causing the sight lines to be somewhat obscured unless you were at the front or in an aisle seat... which I wasn't. But that's black box theater for ya and I'm willing to crane my neck for a good show. Unfortunately, this was not that show.
To give it props, it was a new musical written and performed by the ensemble. The performers slipped deftly in and out of each role they played, the singing was good and some of the songs were fun. There were also a few ear catching lines such as:
"This floor is naughty 'cause it's dirty!"
"This is as girly as I get, so suck my dick!"
"Make that dick a fountain, you gotta climb that BJ mountain."
"...don't be frigid, keep it rigid."
"I'm gonna get my Dominatrix on."
The one truthful moment was when Nancy and Greg (the dominatrix mother and the cross dressing father*) met for a blind rendezvous. Nancy, being new to the whole dominatrix thing, kept fumbling with the different BDSM toys that she obviously didn't know how to use and Greg kept asking if she thought he looked pretty.
But there were too many things that tarnished even that moment. The fact that Nancy didn't recognize her blindfolded husband felt false. Even when they're in women's clothes, I know my lovers. I had trouble accepting that just because Greg was a cross dresser he was into BDSM when there was no indication of that earlier in the play. The scene could possibly have been somewhat redeemed at the end, where they were yelling/singing about the dishonesty & deception, if they had just gone one step further and turned their animosity into fuel for their kinks. They didn't. Then later, there was a scene where Greg pretty much apologizes saying, "you don't need a safeword to know I love you." I didn't get why he was the only one apologizing since she deceived him too. Plus, while kink is not necessarily about love, using a safeword shows that you care enough to keep your partner safe.
have a man cast in this role.
Overall, the play lacked focus. There were many threads of plot that never seemed to come together. The teenage girls were superfluous to the theme of kink other than being uncomfortable onlookers. Neither of the girls' storylines went with the theme and Tammy, the youngest who was supposed to be 16, often spoke and acted like a toddler. The minor characters were unnecessary cardboard cutouts.
The two aerial view backdrops (one of a suburban neighborhood and the other of a football field) were busy and not connected with the action on the stage. I found them to be distracting, but symbolic of the disconnected and cluttered nature of the play.
From the standpoint of one who is in the kink lifestyle and is connected to the kink community, I found this play to be rather insolent. It was as if the most rudimentary research had been done. While I do not think anyone has to be kinky in order to write about kink, it is important to talk to at least a few people involved in the community and to do more research. For this play, it felt like they spent a couple of hours drunk on the Internet and decided to write a play.
Later, as the Gypsy, Lady Hawk & I sipped tea, ate stir-fry & discussed the play, we all agreed that The Annoyance Theatre succeeded in their mission to be annoying.
Friday, January 15, 2010
I would be spankingly delighted if you were to answer these questions in my comments or on your own blog then link it in the comments!
1. My role:
I am a switch. For me this means that I’m open to the dynamic that’s felt between me and another person. What gets interesting is when I feel dominant towards someone who sees themself as a Dom-dom-dom or when I feel subby towards a sub. Unless they’re willing to try the other side, I will rarely venture into a relationship with that person since there would be an urge to either top from the bottom or bottom from the top.
2. Current BDSM relationship(s):
With Crumpet, I am Mistress.
With Sir, I am little one.
3. Favorite type of play:
Hard to say as I’m happy with all kinds of play and I tend to go with whatever my partner(s?) and I are in the mood and have the time/energy for.
When there is time/energy to spare, I do love a well plotted out scene with props, costumes & a fun setting. (Hey, are my theatrical roots showing?)
4. Most hated type of play:
5. Deepest kink fear:
Not being attuned to my partner
6. Most memorable public experience:
I’m not into much public play as more than a voyeur, but being in a place where getting caught is a factor, does turn me on.
Under the Seats details the time the mentor and I had sex in such a place.Also, having sex or playing out in the woods while camping is quite titillating.
7. Most memorable private experience:
Too many to choose from!
So I’m gonna go with the one that first popped into my head when I read the question… One morning after Crumpet and I had been too tired to mess around before going to sleep, I woke up really horny. I rolled over, woke the naked man and, after a few licks, nibbles and kisses, had him slip on a condom then straddled him, placing his hands to fondle my breasts. I rode him until I had cum several times, kissed him and went to go shower without giving him any relief and with the instruction that he was not to cum in my bed in my absence.
8. What gets you in the mood?
Right now I’d say filling out this survey is doing a pretty damn good job of it.
9. Scariest thing you’ve seen or heard in BDSM land:
Someone changing the rules in the middle of a scene and/or ignoring a safeword.
10. Favorite method of masturbation:
I don’t believe I have one favorite… I like manual, vibrators, dildos and rubbing. I did have one vibrator which sadly broke & is no longer made, that gave me the best masturbatory orgasms. It was called the fairy wand. (I don’t think that was the official name, but it looked like a glass dildo, had a fairy girl as the handle and a vibrator inside.)
The most often used method involves me rubbing my clit with a dildo or even a pillow positioned just so as I massage my nipples with lotion then pinch and pull them until I cum.
Monday, January 11, 2010
About a week ago, Sir brought it up again. At first I was baffled... pleased as a pinched nipple at the idea that she was actually considering it, but not quite understanding where the change had come from. I let her know again that YES, I am most definitely interested! We began the discussion of what all it would mean for us and for our relationship, and came up with titles. I will call her Sir and she calls me little one. It makes me giggle and blush and gives her a tingly surge.
There are some definite advantages to the arrangement.
For me: I tend to be rather unfocused. Just looking over my winding life path & it's easy to see how I often get distracted. Looking back at the jobs I've had: marketing assistant, dental receptionist, techie, wardrobe assistant, sound/light board operator, stage manager, server, barista, special orders clerk, trainer, stage director, set/wardrobe designer, assistant playwright, bookstore manager, teacher, event coordinator & animal care/counselor. My writing has been a through line in my life & work, but I've rarely gotten paid for it. I'm really good at getting things done & arranged when I'm accountable to others (part of the reason I began this blog almost 2 years ago) but am less focused when I'm doing things for myself. Sir will help me focus & prioritize things in my life. She will also hold my feet to the fire (or a whip to my backside) about getting my work published as it will be beneficial for us both in the long run.
For her: Sir likes to be in control & have things run her way. She's not a tyrant, but she is particular. I'm good at helping her get things done the way she wants and pointing out other ways things can be done in a more efficient manner without undermining her authority. (We've worked together before & found this to be true.) Sir is very focused and goal oriented. She likes to help others in that respect as well. But she sometimes overlooks the little things. Something I learned as a Stage Manager, was to anticipate the needs of the director & designers and to take care of the minute details they may not see because they are too focused on the bigger picture. I'm good at that & I enjoy doing it. She's also a bit of a sadist... which works well for me.
But what changed?
Sir likes Crumpet & even trust him to an extent. Plus, on a whim, I had Crumpet instructed to obey whatever Sir told him to do as if it were me. He does so happily & it pleases Sir. Sir knows if she were to get me all heated up, she could rely on Crumpet to cool me down.
It will be an interesting experiment.
Friday, January 1, 2010
1. Post to this blog at least twice a week!
2. Send out at least 1 piece of erotica for publication EVERY week.
3. Fix up the dungeon so that it can be used by Feb/March. (I am working towards having an entirely vegan dungeon, so this is a requirement for all the material I use.)