Lucky

A blog reader the other day responded to a piece I wrote reminding me how lucky I am with my Master and Princess and it made me smile because I really really am. Not only they are kind and loving and delightfully filthy and I enjoy their company immensely, but the whole relationship is essentially like winning the lottery in lots of ways.

My path with my Master crossed absolutely by chance through the mutual friends of mutual friends and it’s unlikely we’d ever met on any other occasion. The fact I didn’t mind the open nature of his relationship with Princess certainly got us off to a good start while the chances of us being equally filthy and having such mutually compatible kinks was the second stroke of luck.

The next bit that worked out was that I finally stopped querying everything he suggested me in a fit of self doubt and trusted his logic that he liked Princess and he liked me and so we’d like each other and started fucking her as well.

I don’t think any of the three of us expected that to work out quite as well as it did and that we’d be so compatible together. I know they joke about people like me who with a couple being called a unicorn but there really is some truth in how rare and unusual it is for such relationships to work out so well.

I feel incredibly lucky each time I think what’s developed out what was basically a chance meeting to begin with and I’m sure anyone would appreciate such a stroke of fate. But for me there is the added feeling of luck meeting not one, but two people who understand me being disabled.

Most people think of disability as using a wheelchair (or more accurately that horrible expression ‘wheelchair bound’) so being invisibly disabled by illness confuses people immensely especially when you are dating which when you are supposed to be impressing people.

There’s trying to find the right moment to mention it and make it clear it’s an important part of my life but not make it the only thing about me. Do you talk about while you’re still at the exchanging email stage when it makes people imagine the worst most disabling forms of disability that freaks them out? Or do you wait til you meet in person and you look ‘normal’ to them in the pub with your pint so they don’t think you are ‘really’ disabled?

Doing it in person puts you both on the spot. I often feel the need to balance medical privacy with convincing them my relatively unknown condition really does exist* while giving them a comfortable Disneyfied version of chronic illness so they don’t climb out the toilet window to get away from you in disappointment at how their date has gone.

Disclosing something personal like a disabling illness seems to broach early dating etiquette for many people like you’ve just given them a political spiel or offered to compare income. People’s responses range between immediately changing the subject to convincing me why I’m wrong to use the word disabled because I don’t look disabled or tell me I’m not in fact ill because they’ve never heard of my illness and I just need to try yoga/more sleep/leeches/thinking positively or whatever it was their’s mum’s friend’s dogsitter’s cousin did to cure the same condition and problem solved.

It’s always always caused an issue. Even if they aren’t full of their own feelings and opinions on illness and disability, it causes a pause like a dropped stitch in a line of knitting as we struggle to get the flow of the date back to exchanging our best anecdotes in the most charming way possible.

Because even if they get it, it’s let the elephant into the room and the rest of the date comes down to how long before he points it out and I have to wrangle it in response. The big grey shadow of the disability discussion is that people always always want to know if you can still have sex and it’s just a matter of time before they ask.

I mean I get that that seems like a genuinely relevant question on a date if you fancy someone but it presumes that I want to have sex with them too and ignores that there’s plenty of non disabled reasons someone might not be able to have sex so becomes as invasive and rude as me asking if he’ll be able to get it up after a fifth pint. You can see why casual sex with little conversation appealed to me so much for so long.

I think I trusted my Master the minute I told him about my illness when we first met and not only he did he not ask that question, but I could tell he was thinking about fucking me and simply working round anything my illness made difficult rather than simply waiting for a polite moment to enquire.

And that’s exactly what he’s done throughout our relationship and it never feels like a particular issue even when I’m not quite well enough for him for fuck me senseless. Both he and Princess know my body well enough for my illness just to become one part of me and our relationship and that acceptance makes me feel incredibly lucky.

So if you ever meet anyone with any kind of disability or chronic illness I hope I’ve given you some pointers on what not to do if you want to get lucky with them…

 

*(I’d rather not mention it by name here as it makes me very identifiable in real life not because I’m awkward about it.)

Lucky

Public and Private

One of my favourite things is going out in public with my Master and Princess knowing that no one would ever guess on first glance at the dynamic. We look like three friends out for a drink with the married couple making sure they don’t forget their single friends these days.

I love that those assumptions allow a lot of hiding in plain sight. Nights in the pub with mutual friends with Sir sending me and Princess into the toilets to make each other come while his mate goes to the bar. Princess kissing me while we nip to the bar on our round and everyone is preoccupied with pub talk.

Then there’s the balance between my Master behaving like the well mannered man he is  to bar or wait staff but still very obviously staring at the slutty outfit I picked specially to catch his eye. It amuses me that anyone noticing his eyes on my tits or thigh high boots would think we’re behaving badly in front of his poor unsuspecting innocent wife.

Because who would guess that his wife is far from innocent and loves watching us being sexual with each other? That’s part of the joy of people not knowing much about relationships with three people in them. No expectations give a certain amount of freedom.

I particularly enjoyed that freedom the other weekend when my Master suggested we go out for dinner while I was wearing a rather sheer top that showed my pierced nipples more than is probably acceptable on a quiet Sunday night out. And the table next to us certainly spotted them.

As we ordered cocktails and chatted about cunt, I enjoyed watching her glare and him stare. I almost felt sorry for her being so defensive of Princess as she side eyed me and my Master in equal measure in between making obviously comment to her boyfriend what an awful husband stealing slut I was.

He was so busy making agreeing with her and making sure she couldn’t see him double checking just how slutty my nipples were being that neither of them spotted me running my hand up and down Princess’s bare leg under the table and her squirming in her seat in response. I only wish I’d read this ridiculously hot post about private touching in public places before then.

I’m not sure if they’d have been more shocked by sitting next to that than they were when my Master went to pay the bill and Princess turned and kissed me just as we were leaving. I did enjoy hiding behind my nipples for once…

Public and Private

Sing For My Supper

My Master was clearly pleased how my cunt was behaving after my time off and straight after letting me come a second time riding the John Holmes toy with the Doxy on my clit suggested we have dinner together on Friday night.

I wasn’t sure if he was suggesting a civilised meal or a debauched threesome but either way I was happy. I’m easy going about social plans with him and Princess but I did hint that perhaps we should stay in as I had an interesting outfit to wear that was not restaurant appropriate.

Sir knows I rarely try to influence his orders so took the hint seriously and we arranged I’d see them at their flat later. I’m particularly enjoying getting dressed up at the moment after basically wearing house clothes and pyjamas for weeks but even I was impressed by how slutty tonight’s outfit was.

I’ve discovered how delightfully impractically slutty bodysuits are recently and both my Master and Princess seem very taken with them. I wore one the other night to a local restaurant with them that was just the ‘make the table next to us tut, but he couldn’t stop staring when his girlfriend wasn’t looking’ level of see through on the nipples.

But tonight I needed something that would raise that game and see if the civilised meal would be postponed by some debauchery. When I arrived and Sir was in the shower I enjoyed taking my jacket off and giving Princess a sneak peek of my top so she was already getting turned on when he walked out of the bathroom in just a towel.

Literally within seconds of seeing my completely sheer body suit with just sequinned stars covering my nipples, my Master’s cock was hard, the towel was on the floor and so was I, kneeling with his cock in my mouth as Princess watched.

He ordered us both into the bedroom where Princess took over sucking his cock and I enjoyed playing with her cunt as she did, watching her get wetter and more open with each slap I gave her cunt and groan my Master gave as she deep throated his cock.

Sir stopped her before she made him come and he and I both slipped two fingers inside her cunt and made her come beneath us, holding her legs up and open so she could get fucked harder and deeper than usual.

I’m still a little delicate so my Master let me lie down on the bed, bodysuit now open and my face buried in Princess’s cunt as he teased me with his cock until I squirmed back onto it and fucked me firmly but gently while spanking my ass until I came.

I got my breath back with my cunt over Princess’s face, holding her legs up for him agains so he could fuck her ass until he came inside her and she was gasping with another orgasm thanks to the wand on her clit.

Definitely a delightful taste of debauchery before dinner…

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Sing For My Supper

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As I’ve said it’s been a month of ill health for me and that means taking to my bed for resting and absolutely no fucking. My libido disappears and leaves me bored. But I can always tell when I’m starting to come back to life when my brain and cunt start working in tandem again.

What I find amusing is that my Master tends to be able to predict when that is happening and he starts setting me challenges again. I never know if it’s because I’m essentially very predictable sexually but I suspect it’s also because he knows my body extremely well.

So I wasn’t at all surprised when he texted me yesterday morning to see what I was doing and my cunt immediately woke up. However I was a little concerned how tight I’d be after a month of nothing inside me and I wondered if I’d have to start my stretching all over again.

My Master however is a very pragmatic man and in setting me a challenge also set himself a bet to see how my cunt would perform which always brings out the best in me as reward is how I perform best.

He gave me 45 minutes to work up to taking the John Holmes toy making sure I started with one finger, then two, then three and then whatever I chose to do to stretch me and open me out. At 11.15 I could come to help my cunt open further and I was to keep him updated of my progress.

I do love sending him smut when he’s at work so just the thought of him getting hard under the desk was enough to make slipping a finger into my cunt incredibly easy. I worked my way up to four much quicker and more easily than I expected before switching over the the little pink G spot toy for a few minutes.

My cunt was a little out of practice at being penetrated and then it wanted more so I scaled up to the double ended toy that Princess and I both like and imagined my Master watching us fuck with it and it wasn’t surprising that my first proper orgasm in ages came along easily.

My cunt felt so good loosened up and soaking wet that I thought I’d see how the John Holmes went since I had 15 minutes to work up to it. A little bit of lube and it slipped straight into my cunt with ease to a good depth. In fact it felt so good buried inside me I almost heard my cunt sigh in satisfaction.

I thoroughly enjoyed sending my Master the photos as I lay there with a huge cock inside me and was pleased to discover I’d exceeded his bet by miles. He thought I’d still be on three fingers at 11.15 and reminded me that being able to take the John Holmes first go after four weeks off means my cunt is never going to be tight again.

He says the best things to me…

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