Seasonal Surprises

I’m a fan of the concept of Christmas but like many things less keen on the reality of it. I’m also not a fan of organised fun so it was surprising to me that I went to a Christmas panto with my Master and Princess the other night. I mean admittedly it was a queer panto at a gay bar with at least three jokes about fisting. The minimum of awkward audience interaction and the opportunity to get quite drunk definitely made for festive cheer.

It also meant it was much fun to stay at their house than go home afterwards and we all piled in bed drunkenly and my Master and I discovered we were both horny. I’ve never had properly drunk sex with Sir before and I’ve definitely never fucked him in the dark. I was enjoying being pressed up against him only able to work out of what he was doing using all my other senses.

Feeling his hands on me, then hearing him reach for the lube and the sound of him applying it and feeling his hands in me. It was hot in that frantic way you fuck when you’re drunk and horny with none of the of the niceties of sober sex. Just the urge to come and then fall asleep together. I’d forgotten that aspect of drunken fucking.

I’d also forgotten that when I when I’m drunk I never get as wet because alcohol dehydrates more than just my mouth. So I was enjoying my Master manhandling me into positions he could fuck me hard and deep with the simple purpose of coming hard instead me while Princess listened to us and played with her clit at the same time.

But it was also uncomfortable at times. Friction in ways I wouldn’t choose and I definitely took a few deep breaths at times. It didn’t stop me coming but as I fell asleep after helping Princess come I really felt that my cunt had been used and suspected Sir might have to go gently with me in the morning after that.

I didn’t think anything else of it when I woke up at 3.30am dying for a pee. I still don’t know my Master and Princess’ house well enough to be get up in the middle of the night in that barely conscious autopilot I do in my own flat and I have to remind myself to have manners and close the bathroom door even though no one would really notice.

I sat down sleepily and was jolted more wide awake than I think I’ve ever been when there was a noise like a cannonball ricocheting around the bathroom and the feeling of something heavy dropping out of my cunt. When I turned the light on I discovered that my Master had not put his fist inside me earlier but a giant metal ben wa ball*.

I think we can say my stretching training has been extremely successful because I had completely failed to notice the large weighted jiggle ball inside me until it fell out and I was standing in Sir’s bathroom thinking two things. Had I just broken his toilet and how the hell was I going to rescue a metal ball in the middle of the night?

I really had no choice except to put my hand down the toilet and fish it out before scrubbing it and myself in the posh hand wash and go back to bed hoping that I hadn’t woken anyone up with a peace shattering noise. This time I went back to sleep half horrified, half amused at the capacity of my cunt.

I did worry a bit what my Master would say when I told him this tale in the morning and luckily he found it hilarious. I found it slightly less funny when he told me there were two of them and asked where the other one was. Princess volunteered to check my cunt to no avail and they were both surprisingly good humoured that it had probably caused chaos with their plumbing just before Christmas.

We got up and made breakfast chuckling about when kinks go wrong and my Master joking about how as Christmas presents go this one had excelled itself with the sex and the amusement even if they were never a pair again and he had an awkward hour with a plumber as pay off.

After breakfast I went to brush my teeth and shower while he and Princess were clearing up and as I finished brushing my teeth, I sneezed and got an even bigger shock than in the middle of the night when I felt the second supposedly missing ben wa ball slide out of my cunt.

My mental reflexes are clearly faster than my cunt’s because I managed to avoid dropping it on my bare foot or breaking the bathroom floorboards even while laughing that I had absolutely no idea that it had been inside my cunt for the last twelve hours and I hadn’t even noticed.

The only feeling better than realising just how stretched but strong my cunt is after all that training was the moment when I walked into the living room and held a jiggle ball in each hand and watched my Master and Princess’s faces as they realised the ben wa ball was no longer missing and my cunt can perform magic tricks….

 

*in case you missed the small print in that link the two jiggle balls weigh 1.6 pounds in total. That’s 725g metric if you prefer. And I can’t decide if not noticing that I have something the weight of three blocks of butter in my cunt is my finest kinky moment or utterly terrifying.

Seasonal Surprises

Polish and Shine

I think regular readers of the blog know I have a thing about painted nails. I feel undressed and exposed not having my nails immaculately painted at all times. A little chip else is like being as undone as a ladder in my tights or discovering I spilt toothpaste on my top and have to wear it all day.

I’ve loved nail polish since I was a child. It was the ‘acceptable’ femme indicator in a country where make up beyond a little powder and lipstick for church were ‘fast’. It also had the glamour of the city that sat much more comfortably with me than the scrubbed bare hands of the side of my family who were farmers.

Every single year for Christmas I asked Father Christmas for a bottle of pink Tinkerbell nail polish which could be peeled off and didn’t make the whole nail polish thing seem quite so adult to actual adults. Santa clearly had opinions about the subject though because he never noticed that bit on my letter.

So when I was old enough to start going shopping down the town on my own at the age of about eleven or twelve, the first thing I bought was a bottle of black nail polish. I wore it religiously throughout my teens even if I had to pull my sleeves down to hide it from teachers and relatives who couldn’t decide if it symbolised Satan or sluttiness.

I still fall back on black nail polish as a perennial favourite nearly thirty years later but since I started blogging here I’ve branched out to appreciate the power of perfect red nails too. Not just on me either, but on Princess’s fingers too interspersed with orders that proved I was definitely on the side of slutdom not Satan all along.

It’s hot to paint her nails (and this fantastic piece from Tits and Test Tubes on using nail polish to domme a girl made me very tempted to give Princess festive red tipped fingers this week) and I do love the impact a little extra colour adds to fucking myself. But it never occurred to me if there’s dominance in painting nails, there’s submission too.

Until I found myself painting Sir’s nails the other night that was and then it was as crystal clear to me as the best top coat in town. He and Princess were trying out Torture Garden to see if it was smutty and slutty enough for us to play at and in absence of being able to go with them, I had offered to help them dress up.

Sir’s make up needed the edge of nail polish to tie everything together to make sure it was an outfit not a costume. Black latex top, black leather shorts, stockings, suspenders, the sharpest pair of black boots I’ve seen in years and black eye make up that shimmered dark green if you looked closely. The nails just capped it all off.

I didn’t expect that sitting across a table from Sir fully clothed with a tiny bottle of beetle black nail polish in my hands would be one of the most submissive things I’ve ever done. I didn’t touch anything except his hands and yet it felt so incredibly submissive I could feel myself slipping into that subspace that feels like the calm focus before sleep. The state where you could take any order at all.

I am very well acquainted with my Master’s hands. They’ve held me up, pushed me down, made me come countless times and been completely inside me. I’ve often glanced at them in public and remembered what they’ve done in private but I’ve never just sat and held them before.

Completely non sexually, just spread out on the kitchen table in front of me, letting me position his hand as I needed and apparently give him the directions for a change. Patiently allowing me to turn each finger and pay attention to each nail. Pointing out when I missed a bit. Sitting still to let each coat dry. Making sure they were absolutely perfect and that I wasn’t rushing the task or cutting corners.

It was a full hour of my full attention on him and his hands and it reminded me that submission doesn’t have to be inherently sexual. In fact sometimes taking the direct sexual content out of it makes it deeper. We didn’t fuck, we didn’t touch apart from doing nails then his make up.

But I couldn’t stop thinking about it when I went home. Some of that is that he looks even better in stockings than I’ve spent the last three years imagining and I could look at his legs all day in them. Yet despite always wanting to see him in stockings it was submission that was on my mind instead.

I’d definitely be interested in more acts of non sexual submission to him in the coming year but then again I’m also very interested in him letting me paint his nails again and then fist me knowing how perfect his hands look…

Polish and Shine

Waves Of Pleasure

When I started fucking my Master and Princess, I thought I was pretty sexual experienced. And I knew what orgasms felt like. What more was there to learn?

Well, self awareness for starters. I was fairly good at fucking before I met them both but I was an intermediate at best on orgasms. I’d had a few that knocked me off my feet and they still surprised occasionally (like the time I found my own G spot by accident) but actually orgasms weren’t the biggest part of of sexual activity for me.

I’d never had a multiple orgasm. I rarely got ones that reached past my immediate cunt. The idea that I’d have to lie down unable to speak after an orgasm because it left me so dazed and delighted. I never came from oral sex. I had never squirted or ejaculated. I had no idea nipple orgasms were a thing. I clearly had a lot to learn and my Master and Princess have taught me in abundance.

I’m spoiled bloody rotten these days. Multiple orgasms have become something I am very familiar with but not blas√© about. I always come twice when Princess licks my cunt. I can come extravagantly with my Master’s cock inside me. I assumed I was pretty advanced level with orgasms now. And then I learned something completely new and unexpected in the shape of a cervical orgasm and have had to re-write my mental map of orgasms all over again.

The cervix is an interesting thing. Usually only thought about in time of gynaecological things such as smear tests or inducing pregnancy, it crops up in terms of sex usually when women complain their partner’s cock hits at an odd angle in a painful way. It varies in size, shape and depth depending on your menstrual cycle and I never ever think about mine normally unless a nurse is pointing it out.

But my Master had other Monday night plans this week. Clearly whatever he’s doing at work at the moment leaves him very energised at the start of the week because he had it in mind that Princess and I should fist each other while he watched. I began with her letting my fist slide and inch into her cunt as it stretched and welcomed me inside and she clearly enjoyed the orgasm given my clenched fist and her Doxy.

As is fair we switched places and while Sir played with my piercings alternating between nipples and clit, Princess let my cunt just swallow her whole hand up with ease. It felt incredible because I do love a fist in my cunt after all. But then I don’t quite know what happened and her hand found my cervix which she described as small and hard and I had an orgasm quite unlike anything else.

I have no idea if she was stroking or rubbing my cervix but it produced an orgasm that simultaneously felt like I was floating outside my body while so utterly deeply present in it. I was aware of Sir playing with my clit and pressing against me but this orgasm rolled down my arms in waves through my whole body and made me come for what felt like minutes of pure unadulterated pleasure.

Usually an orgasm of that intensity would thanks to my weird body leave me like a limp rag unable to move but this one left me almost giddy like I was slightly tipsy and euphoric. It was incredible and completely unexpected.

When Sir fucked my open gaping cunt straight afterwards, I could still feel a huge amount of sensation in my cervix that felt like just the delicious edge of pleasure/pain and savouring every thrust. No wonder when he came into me it felt like my cunt was absolutely ruined, dripping come, lube and ejaculate all over Princess when he pulled out.

I’m going to want to be fisted even more often than I usually do now I’ve discovered this. Somehow I think Princess and my Master might oblige me if even I don’t beg nicely…

Waves Of Pleasure

Go Global

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I am not a traveller. I like to be close to home and near to my things like a proper home bird. My cunt however is much more cosmopolitan and enjoys the attention from all over the world that the blog and the clips afford it.

I’ve been loving seeing how that guest post for Girl On The Net changed my blog traffic (more readers for sure) and also from much further afield. I love that filth is a global language and I see hits from Fiji or Nigeria or China quite frequently.

When I was growing up the world was not as easily connected by air or online and things like stamps or pen pals from another country were still notable and I’m not even that old. So seeing these hits from places that are still so far away and different to my day to day world intrigues me.

I particularly wonder how someone in Sri Lanka or Saudi Arabia or Serbia comes across my cunt and my kinks. It’s like a bigger picture of my eternal interest in how kinks develop. Are you born with the predisposition and things throughout life trigger them off or do you actively seek them out because the interest is there?

Lots of people see the internet’s connection with porn and kink and sex as a bad thing and while I’m not a fan of the mainstream porn industry, I think the way the net brings consensual sexual interests together is a great thing.

I imagine someone in a country where sex expression is even less common than the UK stumbling across a photo of my cunt and discovering that stretching is a real thing it’s ok to like or realising that actually cunt turns them on when they never knew before. Or that they discover that poly relationships are a legitimate way to live from how I describe my Master and Princess.

I don’t for one minute think I have unlimited reach online but there is that awareness that in putting anything out there you can influence other people. Sharing stories and experiences is a way humans have bonded and developed for years and no matter how self aware we are we absorb stigma if we only ever hear things portrayed negatively or one way as ‘normal.’

I am sure I’d have made some dubious decisions along my sexual path anyway but I know I made more than needed because I didn’t have any access to the role model of kinkiness or queerness or non monogamy when I was younger and finding my feet. I wonder how different it would have been if that interest could have been validated instead of made to feel freakish or abnormal?

So I love that there’s even a tiny part that sex blogging about a niche kink plays in reminding people that their tastes might not be mainstream but they are valid. Because no one ever felt better about themselves or more turned on for being shamed for being themselves. Not even the people who like a humiliation kink thrive under that circumstance because it’s not the right context.

Here’s to spreading the word that there’s no one way to be sexually and that it’s a constant learning experience that virtual contact and validation can play a huge part in. I hope people reading sex blogs around the world, including this one, feel better about themselves and have better sexual experiences because of it.

I know I rather enjoy living in London and wondering if that person in Argentina is turned on by my cunt thousands of miles away or if someone in Poland will discover fisting this way. That’s a power dynamic I can’t help but get wet for…

Go Global

Write It Down

It always amuses me that how private my Master is in public. He’s not in the least an attention seeker in day to day life and he keeps his filthy streak tucked away for people who care to notice. (It happened to be my first impression of him which tells you a lot about me.)

But once you get to know him and see his private side, he love exhibitionism and to assert that sexual streak. He loves having people notice me and Princess and uses the public gaze as part of his dominance. He loves to fuck where people might see or there is that sense of frisson that you might get spotted by someone.

I am the complete opposite in many ways. I have always dressed in a way that tends to attract attention and people tend to notice me even when I’m not aiming to be visible but sexually I’ve always like secretive and furtive. The idea of fucking for an audience makes me clench tight and not in a good way.

But submitting to a man who enjoys showing me off is a hugely important part of my life so I’ve challenged myself to be less hidden sexually. Blogging has become a real pleasure and I love fucking objects on camera by myself yet found fucking Princess on camera when we made some porn for my Master’s birthday a real challenge.

But my Master’s orders to be slutty out in the public realm no longer scare me quite as much as they used to and I look forward to them.So I was all ears when he rewarded me for surprising him with the publicness of the guest post for Girl on the Net and wanted to make show it showed me off.

I was to take my laptop to a cafe or bar and write my next post publicly knowing that someone could theoretically see over my shoulder at any time. But first I was to fuck myself with both the John Holmes dildo and the Belladonna Bitch Fist toy in the bathroom of the cafe and make sure I was still gaping from an orgasm with each.

There’s a cafe near my house popular with cyclists and cycle couriers that seemed like an excellent place to admire the sights on a Saturday afternoon and take advantage of how noticeable a woman without any sign of a bike is in there. I wore the ridiculously revealing dress from last weekend that caused my Uber driver to take two wrong turns in a ten minute drive because all he could see in his mirror was my tits spilling over.

I definitely noticed that slight twitch to attention of a man’s head when they notice a woman walk by as I went to the loo, knowing my presence had been felt. I also knew the cafe was mainly frequented by men because the toilet was clean but dark and tiny and I had to use the suction cup of the dildo to help me crouch over it fucking that massive cock like I was on top until I came.

Walking back out I was sure I looked like my legs were shaking and I had a guilty look on my face. I picked out a seat where I could watch and be watched and started writing well aware that both the dildo and my cunt were still wet as I did. I particularly enjoyed flicking back and forward linking to old pieces on the blog knowing many of them had photos and wondering what might be visible in the process.

Before I left I went back to the bathroom, cunt still wet and urge to misbehave publicly yet privately still strong and tried to fuck myself with the fist toy too but the lay out of the toilet defeated me and sent me home for a little editing shall we say?

Just as well I have some photos from previous occasions to share properly then….

Belladonna Bitch Fist toy in cunt

 

Write It Down

Early Days

I’m becoming more of a morning person recently than I used to be. Princess used to tease me that I couldn’t fuck before midday because I’m so slow to get going properly in the mornings but she and my Master seem to be converting me between them.

So when my Master woke me on Monday morning by playing with my nipple piercings and pressing against my bare ass I enjoyed opening my eyes slowly to my kind of alarm call. I enjoyed feeling him stir even more when he put my hand on his cock and started getting hard under my fingers.

I hadn’t even moved from the position I’d woken up in only opening both my legs as much as my eyes before he was on top of me fucking me slowly and deeply. It was the most vanilla sex I think he and I have ever had and I wanted to pull him closer and deeper into me to embrace it as much as him.

I was intrigued to see that I can still, despite his careful patient training of my cunt, come from the missionary position and that his cock still feels fantastic without any toys or tying up or anything else. It’s quite the way to wake up in fact.

And it didn’t just make me and him horny but it woke Princess right up in the right way too. My Master could see her squirming and opening her mouth in the way that says her cunt is soaking wet as she watched and he told her to take her panties off and open her legs for him.

He went straight from my cunt to hers with his cock as she pulled him as tight as I had a few minutes earlier. I lay beside them in the half light of the morning still drowsy from sleep and being well fucked and listening to the sound of them fucking. The catch and gasp of her breath, the sound of her cunt getting slicker and wetter and then him giving her orders to come for him as he slapped her clit.

She’d barely stopped coming when he put her on her back and started opening her wet well fucked cunt up with his fingers. Two, then three with more groans and gasps and his fourth duck billing in and out of her cunt as his thumb grazed her swollen clit. He lubed his hand generously and fucked her by swivelling his hand in and out and side to side until she came again even harder than before.

It was glorious being a spectator to the intensity of their fucking but it felt like no effort to get up to join them when my Master ordered me over. He took my hand and lubed it for me before guiding it to Princess’s cunt and pressing it against how wet and ready it felt for more.

I barely had to make a movement as my fingers slid right in up to the widest point of my knuckles with incredible ease. A slight arch and twist of my hand curved my fingers round to tuck my thumb in and allowed me the pressure needed for sliding my whole fist inside. I leaned into her and she arched her back to push her hungry cunt against me and the two actions had my hand past that widest point almost instantly.

The sound of her sucking her breath in as she felt filled up matched the feeling of her cunt pulling my hand in up to the wrist with its own motion. Sir watched with his hand on his cock and added just the amount of lube I needed to let my wrist glide inside as deep as needed so I could open my hand out to close it again in a clenched shape.

I ¬†gently opened and closed my clenched fist so that it stretched Princess’s cunt wider as I fucked her. The motion of my fingers brushed against that swollen inner part of her cunt that might be her cervix but feels almost like another clit to play with inside. Either way the action made open her mouth so wide in pleasure it would have been a shame if Sir hadn’t slipped his cock inside it when he did.

It certainly meant she couldn’t say anything at all when he put the wand on her clit as I kept fucking her cunt with my opened and closed fist until she came so hard his cock disappeared down her throat and my hand couldn’t move anymore for the intensity of her orgasm around it as her cunt held me tight.

I couldn’t bear to pull my hand out of her cunt after that leaving her empty and aching for the feeling of fullness. My Master took pity on both of us and the opportunity for his own orgasm at that point. He pulled me onto my knees, still up to the wrist in Princess and fucked me knowing his orgasm was causing me to fist his wife at the same time. How could I not come again too feeling them both so close to orgasm?

No wonder we all needed a nap after that wake up call…

 

Early Days

Opening Up

My Master has been working late a lot recently which is usually a line for married men to be having sex behind their wives’ backs. In this case he’s actually working late and encouraging me to have sex with his wife instead. And since our relationship is so modern in so many ways, it’d be a shame to miss such a chance to make it even more so.

Princess was the one coming to life in warm weather last night and getting incredibly horny in that way you know someone’s mind is only on orgasms and enjoyment and all the other background noise in their brain has gone quiet for a while to allow you to just fuck.

I started off licking her cunt. While I was making dinner she’d sneaked off into the shower and shaved herself completely smooth and her cunt literally looked good enough to eat. In fact it was a shame to only give her one orgasm that way so I kept my mouth on her clit after she came and kept going.

She seemed a little hesitant to begin with and then she started to do all the work for me, grinding her cunt down onto my tongue and fucking my face while I simply held still and her second orgasm was more like an explosion than anything else. Ironically she was more breathless at the end of it than I was.

I wanted to feel her cunt on me so I told her to lie on top of me and rub her cunt against mine. She looked incredible fucking me from above, tits shaking, both of us getting wetter and wetter from the feel of each other until I came just from the feeling her smooth shaved cunt against my piercing.

Then she asked me for something we hadn’t done in a while, to stretch her out with my hand and fist and fill her up. This was basically the way Princess and I started fucking each other and I have extremely happy memories of last summer with my fist her cunt nearly constantly.

Annoyingly few months ago, we went a little overboard and Princess got a small tear that took a few weeks to heal and had the effect of making us a little bit cautious about stretching while getting distracted into all kinds of other filthy fun in the meantime. But last night Princess asked me to stretch her out and put as many fingers as possible into her and I realised how much I’d missed it.

Her cunt was wetter than I’ve ever felt and three fingers almost felt like a joke. I added a fourth and brushed my thumb across her swollen clit until she asked for more as she squirmed under me. Her cunt took my duck bill shaped fingers with no difficulty as she fucked against me and pushed my hand deeper and deeper with her own hand.

I could feel my hand slip and slide that little bit deeper inside each time she thrust her cunt against me and I enjoyed making her go slower and less greedily than she really wanted so I could play with each area of her cunt I hadn’t felt in a while feeling each different wriggle, gasp and intake of breath from her as I did.

She seemed like she would take my whole fist without any lube when the widest point of my hand hesitated slightly and mindful that I was stretching her to orgasm rather than making a point, I turned my attention to cupping my fingers round inside her while she put the wand on her clit.

If her earlier orgasm was an explosion this was an earthquake. Her cunt clenched so hard round my hand I had to unfurl each finger gradually one at a time to get it to let go again. I’m not sure either of us wanted the feeling to end so I suspect that will only be the start of a summer of stretching…

Opening Up