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

Puttin’ On The Glitz

The older I get the more I love sparkle and shine and all things glittery. When I was younger one of my few life rules was no loose glitter in the house. I hadn’t learned to handle the hard stuff back then and couldn’t bear the trail of dubious decisions it inadvertently signposted if not careful.

But this week when my Master and Princess decided to go to the legendary Torture Garden for their pre Christmas party, I decided I was grown up enough to use glitter on Princess to  help show her off in style. A wise old whore once taught me how apply glitter to the eyes with eyelash glue and it was time for me to share that tip with Princess.

She had chosen to wear a harness bra of mine to show off her small but perfectly formed tits but wanted something more than just nipple to complete the look. I found the answer through a Pinterest image of Swarovski crystals used as a more sparkly and sexier answer to nipple covers or pasties.

Nipple covers always seem to have that Puritan hide the nipple look that gives the weird formless boob of a Barbie doll to everyone and I’m not a fan. I like a bit of visible nipple myself. After all I am a woman who once got sent home from work to put a bra on and took three hours to do so, including going out for lunch only to return to work in the only bra I owned at the time which actually made my nipples more noticeable.

My boss compromised by not firing me and allowing me to stick tape over my nipples to make them less obviously there. I left the job soon after and fifteen years I’m actually worse about letting my nipples announce me entering a room since I got my piercings. I’m not the audience for nipple covers clearly. And I’ve spent one too many nights trying to find missing nipple pasties on the floor of a drag bar to bother with those either.

Princess was getting rhinestones instead for her night out. I think I enjoyed spending time smoothing small sparkles onto her nipples more than I would enjoy clubbing itself. The practice run here used the pale pink spares in the packet I bought and I tested how good the standard adhesive was by pinching and playing with her nipples withe my mouth while she used the Doxy on herself.

They held up surprisingly well but I decided to make them debauchery proof with some good old Duo eyelash adhesive for the real deal. This time I used black rhinestones to cover her nipples to go with the slutty black fishnet of her top and the sheen of her first piece of latex and they looked excellent. Almost more obscene than bare nipples.

And that eyelash glue holds so well a night’s dancing followed by fucking Sir afterwards and they hadn’t budged. I’m looking forward to testing their staying power even more this week by pressing my pierced nipples against her shimmery sparkly nipples and using a little friction as we fuck this week….

Rhinestones on nipples

Puttin’ On The Glitz

Trio

Most people find Monday nights a minor annoyance. But my Master is not most people. He texted me on Sunday morning and told me he had plans for going to the cinema on Monday night with me and Princess and picturing his come dripping out of me while I was trying to watch the film.

I’m usually more a double bill of Coronation Street on a Monday night kind of girl but I could turn into a film buff with an invitation like that. Not only did I make sure I was free, I made sure I was dressed up and ready for his orders long before the matinee starts.

And he was definitely feeling creative. I spent my afternoon in a meeting and when I finally finished there was a selection of texts detailing exactly how the evening was going to start. I was to meet Princess at their house and make sure I was tied to the bed with her face between my legs by the time he got home but I wasn’t to come at all until he was there and her fist was inside me.

Princess loves to see how much of a brat she can make me be so she didn’t trust me to use the under mattress bed restraints that she always tries to pull her hands out of so she used the spreader bar to put my hands above my head so I had to twist and wriggle to obey my orders not to come as she licked my clit.

Luckily for me my Master was home early and I was counting us on him not being the kind to make us sneak into the cinema while the ads are already playing. I expected him to come straight in and give us both orders that take charge since we had a deadline to aim for.

Instead I heard him going into the kitchen and open and close the fridge and walk around all while I was squirming and biting my lip under Princess’s expert tongue determined not to disobey my orders. I was quite surprised when his first order to me when he walked into the bedroom was to open my eyes.

I thought it was to disorient me and make me work harder to hold my orgasm back so was surprised when it was actually so he could pour prosecco into my mouth from a glass he was holding. Unable to lift my upper body with the spreader bar and my lower body with Princess holding my legs open and pressing down on my clit the prosecco poured down my chin and across my tits instead.

Princess was happy to be ordered onto her knees to lick the chilled bubbles from my tits before going back for once again to tempt me into behaving badly under her tongue. Sir had other ideas, taking her hand as she licked and guiding two, then three, then four of her fingers into my cunt for her.

She didn’t need much encouragement to take over sliding her thumb in and teasing my cunt wide open with her hand. It’s been a while since I was fisted and it took my cunt a moment or two to remember its muscle memory. There was a brief second where I thought I couldn’t take any more than five duck billed fingers fucking me and then my cunt just relaxed and opened.

I couldn’t tell if Princess still had five fingers or her whole fist inside me until I heard my Master say ‘ clench your fist’ and I realised her whole hand right up to the wrist had just glided in as easily as me as taking a breath in. It felt so good having her hand buried deep in cunt that I couldn’t believe I’d ever doubted taking it.

I just had time to think that and then I was coming so hard it felt like moment water rushes over your head and blocks all the noises out leaving you completely aware of your body yet floating at the same time. All those denied orgasms exploded into one that practically lifted me off the bed.

No wonder my Master couldn’t wait to slide his cock inside me as soon Princess took her hand out. Coming around a substantial object always makes my cunt even looser and more stretched and ready for being fucked and I know Sir loves the way it feels around him. His cock feels even harder the more I gape open and the contrast made me come again almost immediately.

Watching me take his cock that deep and hard made Princess greedy for him too and still reeling from the orgasms, I was happy to lie back and watch his cock slamming so hard into her cunt that she kept losing her balance and falling face first into my tits making my nipples harden and her beg Sir to pick her up and fuck her until she came even harder than I had with her fist.

I love that sound of Sir’s body and balls slapping hard against her as they fuck. They fit so well together and know each other so well and lying there with the Doxy pressed against me, seeing Princess get ready to come again made Sir do something he rarely does when the three of us fuck.

Rather than choreographing all three of us so Princess and I come to his orders no matter what combination of fucking is going on, my Master allowed himself to concentrate completely on his own orgasm inside Princess focusing completely on them together.

It was ridiculously hot lying under them so her cunt was directly above my face, watching him lose control and let go into her cunt with an orgasm that made the bed shake knowing that if she came again his come would drip out of her. All I had to do was press the Doxy on my clit and wonder if Sir’s come would end up on my face or follow the prosecco over my tits.

Ending up with come dripping down both my face and my nipples seemed like an excellent compromise. But by the time I was presentable again, the Orient Express had left the station. Maybe next time we’ll go to the late showing and Sir can cover my cunt with come as well as my face…

Trio

Got the Giggles

In many ways I take sex very seriously. It’s a massive part of my relationship with my Master and Princess, it’s been the source of many of my biggest life events, a way to meet people and one of my most long enjoyed hobbies. I’m the sexual equivalent of those people you’d describe as a ‘foodie’.

Yet I also have a tendency to laugh while I’m having sex. Not at anyone I’m having sex with I hasten to add because that would make me an asshole above anything else but I have always found laughter during around having sex a fundamental part of how I have sex.

Part of this is because sex is intrinsically hilarious to me if you think about it. Imagine yourself describing the act of sex to an alien that had just landed from outer space and didn’t understand humanity. It sounds both baffling and hilarious when you spell the whole thing out as something we do for pleasure (and spend so much our energies on generally.)

Sex involves doing intimate and slightly awkward things with other people and it’s fraught with the possibility of embarrassment and vulnerability and definitely some bodily fluids. All these things can be nerve wracking and the best antidote to that is laughter. If you can’t laugh with someone you probably shouldn’t be naked with them is a rule I’ve always lived life by.

And sex is fun. People laugh when they are having fun. It’s a natural part of human interaction and for me it really adds to the enjoyment of sex. It’s the bit that smoothes over the fact I can’t tell my left from right when I’m trying to get into a certain position or makes the moment I fell off on the bed funny rather than a break in the proceedings. And it’s really the only way to handle it when someone else walks in on you mid fuck.

But I also laugh when I’m out of my depth sexually and want to make myself feel less awkward. Giggling is a reflex when I’m not sure how to else to respond. Like when Princess sticks her tongue in my mouth or licks my face. I dissolve into the kind of laughing that means I just don’t have any other ideas what to do. It’s as bratty as I can get basically squirming away from that or when my Master touches the soles of my feet.

I used to be so super serious submissive with him that I was practically formal. Some of that trying to concentrate on the specific kinky act we were up to at the time because for example bursting out laughing when someone is trying to fist you is incredibly off putting. But a lot of it was because the kink and BDSM scene talks about kinkiness as something almost sacredly serious that can never be light hearted or you aren’t doing it ‘properly’.

For someone who takes sex and submission seriously in that it’s an intrinsic part of who I am and who had struggled to feel kinky ‘enough’ for a long time, the idea of not being seen to serve my Master ‘properly’ really bothered me. It was important to prove that my submission was serious and that my Master mattered to me and I didn’t think I could do that if I was giggly or silly while I submitted.

I’m not suggesting that I start doing stand up or making puppets out of rope while I’m submitting to Sir, but I really like that I’m getting better at being more light hearted with him. We’ve always been good at teasing each other while we’re fully dressed but I like that I don’t feel like I don’t have to be so stiff and formal any more to perform my submission. Instead I feel more confident in being able to be kinky in the way I feel comfortable with.

Also it seems ridiculous that since my Master and Princess make me happy in so many others that I wouldn’t show that while we’re actually being sexual. Plus I’m sure that getting the giggles helps with orgasms too…

 

Got the Giggles

Submitting

Princess is away for a few days visiting friends and my Master and I were at a loose end without her to entertain us. Our minds both went to latex and submission almost instantly as an answer to our dilemma of what to do with ourselves.

It wasn’t much of a debate for me whether I should wear the latex stockings or my catsuit for Sir. Princess does not care for the feel of full latex (although she seemed not to be put off by me wearing the stockings the first time we fucked) so it seemed appropriate to make the most of a more receptive audience and dress right up for Sir.

I’ve spoken before about how my mindset for submission starts long before my Master walks into my house. It begins with deciding what to wear for Sir and builds with each deliberate act as I dress from sliding into latex to tightening my corset. Each act excites my mind and my cunt so that by the time I’m on my knees waiting for my Master I’m ready to be completely submissive.

And he built me up very nicely indeed with fifteen minutes riding the John Holmes toy on my living room before he let himself into my flat and took charge so that within seconds I was sucking his cock while still holding that huge toy in my cunt. Unfortunately while my cunt and mouth were incredibly willing, all that time on my knees had made my legs go to sleep and I couldn’t hold my position like I wanted.

So while chuckling at my misfortune Sir used the clear cut logic of a man getting his cock sucked and simply knelt down to make it easier for me to keep him in my mouth. I’m not sure he’s ever knelt in front of me before but not only did it feel incredibly subversive in the circumstances, it also made his cock feel incredible between my lips too.

Unlike Princess who has the skill needed to completely swallow Sir’s cock when she sucks him, I do not enjoy deepthroat and struggle to take cock too deeply as the act of gagging is not sexually enjoyable to me and tends to simply make me panicky. But at this angle of my Master’s cock being lower down than usual I was able to comfortably and confidently take his cock much further into my throat than normal and really savour it.

I haven’t just concentrated on sucking Sir’s cock for ages and I’d forgotten just how much I enjoy it. He tasted particularly good and I was quite happy when he moved from his knees to the sofa so I could just keep on using my mouth on him. The angle wasn’t just as deep but it still felt fantastic to me and judging by the sounds Sir was making he was thoroughly enjoying it too.

I would actually have been quite happy if Sir had told me to keep riding the toy inside me as I rocked my body back and forwards on my knees with his cock in my mouth and that he was going to come in my mouth. But I also didn’t object either when he ordered me off his cock and onto the toy as deeply as possible and told me to see if I could make myself come like that without touching myself or him.

I wasn’t sure if I could until he told me that under my blindfold he was watching me on my knees and stroking his cock in rhythm to me riding the toy. With that image in my head I couldn’t have held myself back from coming unless he’d pulled the toy out of my cunt to physically stop me. Few things go straight to my cunt more than the thought of my Master stroking his own cock.

Unless of course it’s my Master ordering me onto my hands and knees on the sofa and using his cock to fuck my John Holmes stretched cunt while using my corset to pull me closer onto his cock and feeling his whole body press and push against me with each motion. That goes so deeply to my cunt that it didn’t long to feel another orgasm building.

But I’d missed him using my corset like that to completely dominate and overwhelm my whole body and I wanted to make the most of every moment of it, stopping myself from coming to really feel his weight and warmth of his skin against the latex I was wearing. I only let myself come when he ordered me to stop holding back and came so hard my arms and legs gave way under me and I sprawled face first into the sofa cushions.

My Master pulled me back to my hands and knees with the corset and fucked me deeply to the point of plenty of noise and another orgasm for me before coming so hard into me that there was no way I could stop his come dripping out of me and down the shiny black latex I was wearing.

You know you have the right Dom in your life when you can enjoy the incredibly hot sound of his fresh come dripping out of you onto latex and the ground beneath you while you both catch your breath with his cock still inside you and then laugh together about the state of my upholstery afterwards….

Submitting

Happy Halloween

As I’ve mentioned before I loathe dressing up in fancy dress but I adore dressing up for purely over the top slutty reasons to make either my Master or Princess horny (and I certainly enjoyed the attention this hobby created when I was younger too.)

So when I ended up spending Saturday night with Princess and twigged that it was the night most people would do their Halloween dress up, I figured I should take advantage of that opportunity. First I went for the heavy smoky smudgy eye make up that just cries out to be smeared into a pillow you are face down in while being fucked because anything less would be a waste.

And secondly I went for a Halloween appropriate body suit without a bra to really show off my pierced nipples and put it with fishnet stockings and thigh high boots so that when I answered the door to Princess she knew instantly I had fucking on my mind.

I let her take her coat and shoes off before I ordered her to strip off and lick my cunt as I lay on the sofa legs spread wide watching her absolutely bury her face in my clit until she made me come twice.

She was bratty enough to keep trying to make me come a third time but I made her lie on her back on the floor and put my tongue on her cunt while she squirmed and asked for more. I do love to lick her cunt as she’s so expressive when I do. She lifts her feet up in order to open her legs wider and push herself deeper into my mouth so that I can suck on her clit and flick my tongue over it at the same time.

It never fails to make her come and this was no exception with her ass lifting up off the carpet with her cunt right in my face as she gasped out her orgasm greedily. And because she’s such a greedy girl, I pushed her back down on the floor and put the Doxy on her clit before she’d even stopped coming the first time.

She was half way to begging for more and half way to asking me to stop as she was so overwhelmed even pulling away from the Doxy momentarily which is very unlike her usual wand slut self. I did laugh at how firm she was when she practically hissed ‘put it back’ urgently the second she realised what she’d done.

And I enjoyed the power of turning the wand up higher and higher and holding it right on her clit as she tried to sit up and play with my cunt while I destroyed hers with her second orgasm in close succession. Her clit just begs for those deep rumbling vibrations and explodes into incredible orgasms that delight me every time.

I particularly enjoyed lying on top of her still teasing her with the wand on low power between her legs feeling her whole body still experiencing her orgasm as I pressed my soaking cunt against hers to prove just how much I enjoyed giving orders dressed like this…

 

Happy Halloween