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 blasé 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

It Pains Me

I know it’s hard to believe that there were things I had never tried before I met my Master but it’s true. One of them was mixing pleasure and pain physically (although you could say I indulged my emotional masochism by dating an endless succession of fuckboys.)

I’d never really got the whole purpose or point of combining pain with sexual pleasure believing that it would spoil the mood and jolt me out of enjoyment like when pain in the rest of your life does. I also feared that sadists would enjoy hurting me in other ways outside the bedroom and that simply did not appeal (but was probably wise with the said fuckboys.)

I also steered away from deliberate pain as I suffer from chronic pain because of my health and frankly I’ve never found that experience erotic in anyway, mainly just irritating, unpleasant and in need of fixing with heat or painkillers.

But this article on why people enjoy masochism explains it so well I wish I’d known all these things years ago as I’ve been missing out something very fun, but it does confirm a lot of what I’ve learned over the last few years with my Master that sadism and masochism do go very well together and that sometimes a little pain adds an intensity to sex like salt adds seasoning to food.

Funnily enough despite my Master’s slightly sadistic streak, I first started to experience the joy of pain when I wasn’t even with him but following his orders as I began stretching. At first the plugs and toys he had me using were painful in that wincing, tensing, shut everything down way.

The more I opened up though, they started to have that pleasure pain enjoyment like when you stretch any other muscle and it feels like a challenge and a relief. I started to see how the two sensations went together to enhance my orgasms, especially when my Master was fisting me.

I also began to see that my Master’s sadism was confined to sex and didn’t spill out into other aspects of our relationship and that trust also enhanced the use of pain and punishment for me. Pain as intimacy rather than ostracisation is definitely much more erotic.

Quite quickly I went from ambivalent about pain to envious of when my Master punished Princess for being bratty to asking for deliberate use of pain revelling in the riding crop or a paddle he was all too happy to introduce into our scenes.

I’m still a beginner pain slut but I’m enjoying working out just how much pain and sensation my body can take and understanding that the concept of training applies to them as much as the stretching.

Being the type who often tries to run before she can walk especially if she thinks there’s an orgasm at the end, my Master has to rein me in or I’d be tied up with with the candle wax and the riding crop alternating on my ass and a massive plug in my pussy every night of the week.

Although when I put it like that, I can’t really see anything wrong with that scenario…

It Pains Me

Slut Humour

 

Candi fisting herself with Belladonna Bitch Fist toy

I’ve never been a huge fan of the Kit Kat. They always seem like the chocolate bar trying too hard to be a treat when you could have something more exciting to me (and I miss the foil because I’m old.)

Yet yesterday’s court ruling about not being able to trademark their shape has tickled me by introducing me to an excellent and highly relevant joke about them. I paraphrase since I suspect the original name used was to mock them not applaud them. But I’m happy to put myself in the joke ‘what’s the difference between Candi and a Kit Kat?’

You only get four fingers in a Kit Kat…’

Slut Humour