Tuesday Night Kink

I was feeling particularly naughty. Even putting lotion on my legs was enough to send me over the edge into a good fantasy. Unfortunately, my fantasies are rarely complete, and generally just contain fleeting images… I really would like to have better ones!

I decided that I should probably tell my hubby about said fantasies, and about my need for dry panties… So I sent him a message. I told him that I was having naughty thoughts.

I received a message in return, saying that I should probably confess to my naughtiness. Being an obedient little slut, I did so. I replied to him about the thoughts I was having about our trip to NYC (where many men wear ties… suits even!) and how my fetish was served by oh, riding the subway, walking down the street, etc (I get wet again just thinking of all the clean cut, smooth faced, tie wearing men). I told him about putting lotion on my legs, and how I had realized that my ankles are almost small enough now for my hand to close around them entirely (about an inch left), and how I bet, since his hands were larger, they might work… This led to more bondage thoughts, and about how wonderful it feels to be totally secured… to feel secure like nothing else can provide…

After work, he was very tired, so I had pretty much given up on the idea of kink for the evening, figuring I would be lucky to get even some vanilla sex…

I was VERY happily wrong.

He grabbed me a few times during the evening, just to remind me who I belong to. I love it when he looks me in the eye with that look… It’s a lustful sneer with some added simple adoration, along with some things that just make me wonder and melt. I never know whether he’s going to just kiss me tenderly or hurt me at that moment… I just know that I always love the outcome.

I offered to cook him dinner, being the good subbie, but he wasn’t hungry. I found other ways to do small things for him throughout the evening, though, and reminded him how much I enjoy doing things for him.

When it was time for bed, he’d been going on about how tired he was. I wanted so badly to make him feel better, but I knew that what would help is for his work stress to settle out. He doesn’t feel better just because of kink like I do. I figured I’d listen to him vent about his day, rub his back, and let him sleep…

That was where I was wrong.

He made me communicate! I’m BAD at communicating sexual needs. VERY bad. He asked what I’d been thinking of, and what I would like. My response was to say that I knew he was tired. That didn’t work. He wanted to know in general… I had to talk. I was afraid that he’d not be up for what I mentioned, etc. I told him this, as well, and he still pressed me to tell him what was on my mind.

Fortunately, I’m more obedient (to him) than shy. I was able to tell him that I wanted more kink. I explained that I’d been thinking of all sorts of things, bondage, electricity, cupping, flogging, more bondage, wax, and a few others… (I forgot the play with others aspect (especially girls… I’ve been craving girlsex again… BADLY), and the whole fire play thing… I need to tell him that tonight, so as to be a good little girl for my Daddy).

At one point, I even asked him why he was making me do this… He said, “What, communicate?” I knew at that point that he was right. I was feeling shy, when all he wanted me to do was communicate! Silly me!

After a bit of biting, he started digging around in the toy drawer. While he was busy there, I started fingering myself. I couldn’t resist playing with myself, since it was there, and I was so horny. He asked what I was doing, and I swear, I felt like a child caught with her hand in the candy jar after Daddy had said no sweets. I stopped, and was told to continue. At some point, he put our very pretty glass ben wa balls in my pussy (they are clear glass, with yellow and blue flowers inside… very pretty). They just weren’t doing enough by themselves, so I had to use my fingers.

He called me a slut as soon as he realized what I was doing, and then started adding his fingers in! I stopped what I was doing, and he told me to continue. So at that point, I had two of his fingers, three of mine, and the ben wa balls in my pussy.

He went digging in the drawer again, and I missed the fullness. I added another finger in my pussy, but it wasn’t enough, still. He came back with the lube, and squirted a bit on my hand. I had been enjoying the feeling of the natural wetness, but I was happy to have a bit of help. I rubbed the lube on my hand, and started fingering my pussy again. Soon, I had my entire hand in my pussy, loving the full feeling. I needed to move, and realized that he was positioning his leg so I could rest my head on his knee. This was an incredibly thoughtful move on his part, so I melted a bit more.

He was rubbing my clit as I fisted myself. I had several strong orgasms, but then my wrist gave out. It was hurting too badly for me to continue, unfortunately. I wanted to continue, but knew that I’d end up with a sprained wrist or something if I didn’t stop.

BB went digging under the bed, and came back with the cupping set. I like cupping! The suction hurts, but in such a happy way…

He started off by putting a cup on each nipple. This hurt, but I loved it. After a bit, he switched to an area of the breast just beside the nipple, and then he began using it on my pussy, in varying areas.

Since I haven’t shaved in a while, it didn’t work as well as usual, so he had to work to keep the suction going. After a bit, though, he put the cup over the top part of the pussy and clit, and I had wave after wave of orgasms with this on. It hurt so much, but I was pretty much flying in subspace at this point… I welcomed the pain, and the pleasure that came with it. I was hungry for this feeling… I wanted the pain to go on, and the pleasure to never end…

It was hurting, and he was happy with this. He smirked at me and said “You know, if you’d stop cumming so much, it wouldn’t hurt so badly.” I had to laugh at myself. It hurt, but I couldn’t have stopped orgasming from the pain if I had wanted to! He had cups on my breasts and pussy, and both were hurting in a very good way.

After a bit (I have no concept of time when I’m in subspace, it could have been a few minutes or a long while, I have no clue), he removed the cup from my pussy. My pussy was rather sensitive from the fisting and the cupping it had endured. He left the ones on my breasts, and started fucking me. I still had the ben wa balls in my pussy, and I was still in pain from the sore pussy and the cups on my breasts. I had a lot of orgasms just from him fucking me at this point.

He removed the cups from my breasts, and we finished up the fucking….

The aftercare, complete with major shaking, was almost as amazing as the events which led up to it.

I am a happy slut, and I love my Daddy.

Stress relief!

BB had been really stressed out from work, so it was good that we had planned to have company for the weekend. M and R were coming down to visit with his son.

When they arrived, it was clear that the two munchkins were going to be great together. They immediately began playing, leaving the adults to talk and visit. There was some general flirting, and a bit of toking for the non-drivers, then BB arrived home.

We said our hellos, and I had a moment with BB, and then we all headed out to dinner. BB, M, and the munchkin pair in one car, and R and me in the other. The ride to the restaurant was interesting for me. I was driving, and R was flirting and making suggestive comments the whole way. I was trying VERY hard (and I’ve been told it was mostly successful) to keep my cool, and pretend not to notice just how heavily he was flirting, and not to respond yet.

Dinner was nice, and fairly uneventful. Again, on the way home, the driving arrangement was the same, leaving R and me together. He flirted some more, and I flirted back a bit this time, while trying to be at least a little bit coy. R finally asked if he was getting to me at all. Poor guy! I said yes, but I’m trying to wait until the time is good, or some such. I was actually distracted enough that I don’t remember exactly what I said. We stopped by the market for dessert and snacks for later, and flirted a bit in the store. I tried to keep things to a minimum, since BB and I shop at that store quite regularly, and I know most of the staff there by sight. I was a bit afraid I would run into someone I knew, as well, and it might be hard to explain why another man had his hand on my ass at the market.

We got the shopping done, and went home. BB and M were talking and supervising the munchkins, and after groceries were picked up, I got the little ones their dessert. After we’d all had some time to just talk and visit, the children went to bed. After the children were sleeping, more toking ensued, and I served dessert to the grown ups. Since I enjoy serving others when it’s appreciated, this was a nice touch. It also helped me to relax a bit. I was feeling quite unsure of myself and shy with R. Throughout the evening, however, I had warmed up to him and was responding more and more, but watching the others to make sure everything was good.

Things seemed comfortable for everyone, and eventually, we moved upstairs to the bedroom. We all played for a bit, and then I was informed that it was time for me to lose the skirt and the panties, which was extremely humiliating for me. When I faltered, BB again told me to remove my skirt and panties. I removed my skirt, but really wasn’t ready to let go of my panties. BB made some impatient gesture, and said, “NOW.” I was extremely humiliated, but I complied. As I slipped off my panties, I noticed that they were so wet that they were no longer of any use, anyway.

This led to me getting my ass spanked by both men. I really enjoy the different sensations of two people hitting my ass. While BB is all go for the gusto (in a very good way), R liked caressing my ass between smacks. I was in subby girl heaven. We also tried out the violet wand and generally played around with some of our other toys.

We all played on the bed for quite a while, and I got to watch M and R together, which was immensely hot. Eventually, however, M decided she was ready for sleep, so BB, R, and I went downstairs together.

Out of the corner of my eye, I noted that one of the men had brought some condoms downstairs, and this made me feel very hot, but very naughty. For some odd reason, I was still feeling a bit shy and nervous. BB kept asking me what I wanted, and I was sure he knew. This was a fantasy I had been harboring for well over 10 years, most of which I wouldn’t have DARED admit it to anyone. Each time BB would ask, I’d say I wanted to be fucked. Of course, I didn’t specify, so he fucked me himself, and then fingered me…

Finally, I was frustrated enough that I responded more specifically when BB asked me what I wanted. I admitted that I wanted R to fuck me. I was very nervous, as I hadn’t actually gone so far as fucking another man in BB’s presence. I was a bit scared that things would be uncomfortable, or that he wouldn’t be ok with it, or something just wouldn’t be right. I think BB sensed my worry and concern. I kept looking at him imploringly to make sure he was ok with things. I think some looks had been happening between the two men, as well.

BB insisted that I look at R and ask him to fuck me. I think this was one of the hardest requests anyone has ever made of me. I was incredibly humiliated, and shy, and didn’t want to say anything. However, I wanted R to fuck me, and I wanted to please BB. I very softly asked R to fuck me. BB decided that asking wasn’t enough, and told me I needed to beg. So I begged. R seemed to like this, and he said he would.

I laid on the sofa with my head in BB’s lap while R fucked me. BB called me a slut and kept asking me if I liked R fucking me, and having me beg R some more. It was hard to concentrate enough to say anything at all at that point. It was amazingly hot and intense to be looking up into BB’s eyes while R was fucking me.

When R and I stopped, BB told me to go and thank him properly. I had no idea how to thank someone for that, but I sure wanted to try. I looked R in the eyes and said “Thank you for fucking me.” Then I kissed him, and sucked his still-hard cock.

After a while, R went up to rest with M for a while, and BB wanted some time alone with me. He held me close for a long time, and I have never felt closer or more in love with him than I did then. It was an incredible feeling. I wanted to make sure BB knew how I was feeling so I kept telling him over and over how much I love him.

Eventually, we went upstairs to sleep.

Truly Fucking Amazing

Last night, BB was in a mood…. He pulled my hair when passing by, so he could look at me with that leer that tells me he’s up to something delightfully evil. He smacked my ass when I walked by, and while we were making dinner, he slapped my face lightly a few times. The really harsh part was when he expected me to talk! He asked a question, slapped me, and then he made me answer. Afterwards, he chuckled and said he loved when I got that look in my eyes. I couldn’t get him to explain what look, but he seemed to enjoy it.

Later on, when we went up to bed, he went back and forth between gentle and forceful. I really didn’t know what he had in mind. Then, kind of suddenly, he got that gleam in his eyes again. He slapped my breasts around some, and then started very lightly slapping my face. As the intensity of the smacks increased, I got more and more aroused.

Then, he stopped. He rubbed my face, and slapped my breasts a bit more before going back to rubbing me. I found myself craving the slaps, and even wanting him to hit me harder.

After a bit of the rubbing and breast smacking, he slapped the other side of my face a bit. Again, it was not too hard, but enough that I was deep in subspace. The shock of him hitting me was gone, but the shock of my reaction kept me aroused even more.

Eventually, he was slapping my face in a steady rhythm, and I actually orgasmed from the slapping! He was not touching me anywhere else, just slapping my face.

When he stopped, he held me and made sure I was ok. I was fine, just really out of it (but in a VERY good way). After he was sure I was ok, he fucked me a bit, and then grabbed me by the ankle to force me onto my front.

He fucked me hard doggy-style for a while, then added some lube. He started playing with my ass, and soon after (way too soon, OW!), I felt him enter my ass. It was too much! It hurt SO badly! I hadn’t had enough warm up! At least he took things a bit slowly.

Soon, though, I found myself rocking with orgasms again. My ass still hurt badly, but I didn’t care as much anymore. With a bit more time, though, the pain subsided, and I wanted to add to his pleasure. I forced myself to beg him to fuck my ass.

I have a hard time talking when I’m aroused, and sometimes, begging him is too humiliating. He loves to hear me beg, however, and being the thoughtful subbie girl, I gave it my best shot. “Please, Daddy! Please, fuck me in the ass!” I begged. I could tell from the happy sounds and the way he fucked me harder that he liked it, so repeated myself a few times.

Before long, he was announcing that he was going to come in my ass, so I started begging for that, too. “Please, Daddy! Please, please come in my ass!” After I’d managed to say that a few times, he had a powerful orgasm.

He had mentioned a few times that he was going to rape my ass one night. I was a bit apprehensive, as I was afraid he would hurt me, and not in a way I like. Well, it did for a minute, but the shock, pain, and humiliation were amazing.

Truly fucking amazing.

And now for the rest of the weekend...

On Saturday evening, when we returned home from the Getty, we all had dinner, and then the munchkin went to bed. We sat around for a bit, talking, but M was tired, so she said she was going upstairs. I gave BB a look, and stared, as I was heading up the stairs, but he stayed down talking shop about work with S. M and I played around for a while, but then I went back downstairs to fetch the others! While it was fun to grope, fondle, kiss, and finger M, I wanted to play with BB and S, too!

I got them upstairs, and S brought out her bag of toys. BB also got out the violet wand to try on M and to let S play with a bit. I was used for most of the demonstration, however, as M didn’t like the sensation. The bulb was fantastic, but then BB got out the contact probe, and put it under me. Everyone used their hands to zap me some, then BB lit up a light bulb I’d altered for the occasion, followed by a mylar pompom, and then the finger picks (like guitar picks that fit on the ends of the fingers) and I liked that a lot, for the first time ever.

After a bit, M held me while S brought out a few of her toys. She had two canes, one very thin, and one thicker. She caned me for a while, and I loved it. I’ve never enjoyed the cane so much! The fiberglass/lexan was much different than the wooden dowels that have been used on me before.

Eventually, S had me turn over, so she could torture the insides of my thighs some, and tease my pussy with the canes. She placed one cane against my pussy, and whacked it rhythmically with the other. It was amazing. When she tired of this game, S asked me if I wanted to be fucked (and like a good little slut, I said, “Yes, please!” Well, there was a price to pay for that, and it was a big one. She hit the inside of my right thigh hard with the thicker cane (and that left a very pretty bruise). This ended up being a source of evil joy for her and BB, as they could poke, pinch, and squeeze the area off and on the rest of the evening.

After the nasty whack, S brought out a pretty blue dildo and fucked me hard. She continued the fucking for a while, and then started with her hand. A few fingers, then more pressure, then another finger, and so on, until I just couldn’t take any more.

During all of this, BB was playing with M, while M held me. M said that holding me gave her a great amount of pleasure. She was rating the orgasms on the “Richter scale” from one to 6, with varying points in between.

When S became tired, I went with her into the guest room. We cuddled a while, until she was ready for sleep. I went back into the other room, to find BB and M having a nice time, as well. I joined them, of course, and we all fondled and groped each other for a while. Eventually, though, M complained that I was “hogging all the cock.” So I decided to share. She fondled him, and sucked him some, and then wanted to fuck him. Since this was a first for us, I was really uptight and nervous. I was trying hard to be ok with it, but was feeling totally left out. M realized this, and decided to lie face down on me so that I could kiss her and fondle her while she was being fucked. This made me feel MUCH better, and the fucking ensued.

When they were finished, I felt really strange. I didn’t quite know HOW I felt, but I needed to be held. M went into the bathroom to clean up, and I grabbed BB and held him tight. After two or three minutes of this, however, I realized that I was VERY horny. BB began fingering me, and I came hard over and over. This turned him on hugely, so he fucked me, too. I was sore, and it hurt, but it was easily one of the hottest fucks of my life. I was ok. BB wasn’t going anywhere. And the whole experience was damn hot.

After a bit, when everyone was totally exhausted, we banished BB to the sofa, so that M and I could sleep. I cuddled with M and talked to her for a few minutes, but I really needed to be close to BB, so I went down and cuddled with him on the sofa for a while, until he fell asleep.

When I got back upstairs, M asked me if I was ok, and I said I was fine, just completely exhausted. We cuddled a bit more, and then slept.

I was a bit surprised at my reaction. And by BB’s really. The only thing that seems different is an appreciation of the trust between us, and the fact that I know, without a doubt, that he’s my primary, and doesn’t want that to ever change.

He has reminded me, however, that no matter how many people I fuck, I am not allowed to be too sore or tired for him. This makes me immensely hot, but I did remind him that he probably doesn’t want to break his fucktoy, as he enjoys playing with her often.

Crush...

I’m not quite sure if this will go on the blogspot blog or not, and it most certainly won’t go on the FA blog. I want to write about it, however, as I need to honor the feelings, as well as think them through.

I usually crush on women. I’m happy with BB, and with our marriage, but every so often a man comes along that I totally crush on. It happened with C (starting in 1991, still there, but not as pronounced), it happened with BB himself (which took us both two years to come out of our shells and admit), and it happened with a co-worker of BB’s. I, of course, told BB immediately with the coworker. I couldn’t think straight around the man. All I could do was stare, which was not terribly becoming, I’m sure. I told BB, but I never told the subject of my crush. It wasn’t appropriate, after all.

I’ve been very flustered by men, for instance, ones with English accents, but I’m fine when they’re not talking! I don’t crush on them; I just have a weakness for the accent. I’ve been known to feel weak when a hot man was in the room, especially if he happened to be wearing a tie (silly fetish, I know), but again, I can, within a few minutes, at least, carry on a decent conversation. The crush is different. It’s more than just a weakness for one small thing like that. It’s a total doe-eyed, can’t think of a damn thing to say that won’t make me trip over my own mouth, stuttering, crush. Which makes me look really silly, sitting in a group with people, not saying a WORD to anyone at all. A few words every so often, but mostly not to the crushee. I had to wait until later to say anything other than hello, answer a few questions with very short answers, and then say goodbye.

This time, however, I think the subject of the crush knows of interest, but I'm not sure he knows of the crush. The crush is quite surprising, as I didn’t really even THINK of him in that way until quite recently. I had talked online, been in conversations, etc, but hadn’t even realized 1. that he was in the same town (D’oh!), 2. that he was interested, or 3. that I was interested in him!

Well, I’ll see what happens this time. I’m not going to sit by shyly while my life passes me by anymore. Hell, I’ll even post this!

Friends are good to have around!

What a weekend! We had friends come down from about 5 hours away on Friday, and it was awesome.

Friday night was nice, but they got here fairly late, so everyone was tired. We had dinner, and talked, and played a little together, but mostly rested.

BB and I did, however, get to play with our friend M. She’s hot, and amazing, and it was incredible. Then, when she and I were tired, we sent BB downstairs to sleep. It was hard to actually sleep next to M, as she and I kept cuddling and kissing. Eventually, I did get to sleep, only to wake up every so often to the softness of M cuddling up to me.

I was awakened early in the morning by a leg cramp. M rubbed it, and then we started fondling each other. Eventually, we decided it was unfair to everyone else, and went downstairs to fetch BB, as S. was still sleeping. After a bit of playing with the two of them, though, I decided it was time I got to visit with S! She didn’t need that much sleep! I went in, and she woke up as I started to crawl in bed with her. I finally got a chance to return some of the pleasure she’d given me. We’d played together twice before, but I didn’t get to pleasure her. However, this time I did. It was wonderful to see her reactions to my touch!

After she and I had played a while, I went back into the room with BB and M. They were finishing up a little playtime of their own, and I got some attention from them, too. Eventually, though, everyone needed breakfast, and we knew we were supposed to meet a friend for lunch, so we had to get going.

The house was a frenzy of activity for a while, as we all got ready, but calmed down a bit before we left. I was a bit nervous about meeting the other friend, as he and I had been flirting online for a while, and I really didn’t know what to expect in person.

We had a nice drive over, and met up with R for lunch at the Farmers’ Market. It was a nice place to have a long talk, and that’s what we did. Of course, the sexual tension never went down at the table, so it was an interesting time!

After that, BB, S, M, the munchkin, and I went to the Getty. It’s a great place to take out-of-towners, and we enjoyed a couple of hours there, too.

It's been way too long...

It's been way too long since I've been on. So much has happened, and changed, but I haven't blogged about it. I'll be working for a bit on catching up. I hope that works out ok.

Fire, fire, fire!

I was sitting at my computer, finishing up an IM conversation with a friend. Out of nowhere came BB with a flaming fire wand! He held it near enough to my face that I could feel its heat but not so close that it touched my skin. He had that evil/playful gleam in his eyes that I love so much. He said to me, “It might be wise of you to remove all of your clothing.” I whimpered slightly, and replied, “But it’s cold in here!” This amused the sadist, and he said, “Oh, I’ll warm you up, you don’t worry about that!”

I removed my clothes very quickly and he led me into the kitchen. He had prepared the bowls of ice and alcohol, lit the candle, and had the wand soaking in the alcohol again. I stood there feeling a bit scared, but waiting obediently for his command. He didn’t say a word; he simply took the wand out of the alcohol, lit it, and proceeded to use it on my breasts. I was so very scared! I hadn’t even considered the thought of him setting my breasts on fire! I was also a bit unnerved by standing up straight while he was doing this to me. I felt very exposed and vulnerable.

After the wand went out, he dipped it in the alcohol again and moved to my back. He moved back and forth between my breasts and my back, sometimes rubbing the flaming wand over my skin, and at other times hitting me with it. This was much more intense than our fire play had been in the past. I surprised myself by really getting into the fire on my breasts. When the fire began feeling very hot to me, he switched to ice! The ice felt more intense than the fire had.

When he decided my breasts had enough abuse, he brought over one of our barstools. He had me lean onto it to keep my back more straight than we’d been able to do by having me lean over the countertop. He spent a while making patterns on my back with alcohol, and then lighting it on fire. At times, he had my entire back covered in flames. A couple of times the alcohol ran down into my hairline because I was not keeping my back flat enough. He used ice to wash it away, leaving water dripping into my hair and down the sides of my neck. It was extra intense having the water dripping while my back was being lit!

When I began developing some red spots, BB decided it was time to stop and head upstairs. He commanded me upstairs, and I happily went. When we got into bed, he began fingering me. I wanted to cum so badly! I knew it was inevitable eventually, but I tried my best to hold out until he gave me permission. After what seemed like an eternity, I couldn’t hold back any more. I came. I squirted all over BB and the bed. He immediately stopped fingering me, and called me a slut. “What did you just do, slut,” he asked. “I came without permission, Daddy,” I replied. He made me get up and lean over the bed. He spanked my ass hard for a while. That was not enough punishment for having an orgasm before he gave me permission, though.

BB handed me the ball gag. “Put this on,” he ordered. I had to tie the thing myself. This is not the easiest thing to do! I complied without complaint, though, and when I had tied the leather, he pushed me back down onto the bed. He got out the collection of canes, and laid into my ass. He’d beat until I thought I couldn’t take any more, and then smack me one more time before letting me catch my breath. He changed up between the sizes a bit, and then one of the canes cracked. I heard the sound, and knew I was in trouble!

“Look at what you did! Your ass broke this cane,” he said. He got the thickest of the canes that we have and laid into me with a new burst of intensity. I was crying and the ball gag was making me drool. It was very humiliating. So much so, in fact, that my pussy was dripping!

When he was tired of caning me, he decided to fuck me while I was in that position. He was not gentle at all. Each thrust made my ass hurt, and it seems like each thrust caused me to cum again. After a bit, he had me lie on the bed. I didn’t want to lie on my ass, so laid on my front. He fingered me, and told me to cum. I did, and I squirted a lot. He looked pleased, chuckled, called me a slut, and fucked me some more.

After a few minutes of hard fucking, he had me turn over. That hurt so much! Lying on my very sore ass was incredibly painful. I loved it! He fingered me some more, and then spanked my pussy hard for a while. I came from the pussy spanking, too. While my pussy was still hurting, fucked me again. When he got tired, I fingered myself some with him watching and calling me a slut. After a few minutes, he took my hand away from my pussy, and shoved my fingers in my mouth. My fingers were covered in my own girl-cum, so it was very humiliating and very hot. He called me a slut for liking pussy so much that I would lick my own juices off my fingers. He fingered me to wave after wave of orgasm while telling me what a slut I am and having me lick my fingers.

We became tired, and he held me while I shook from the intensity of the evening.