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

Born This Way

I have always wondered if I was wired differently to most women. Not only do I seem to be more highly sexed than many of them, I also love love love penetration. The harder and deeper the better. I will always pick penetration over clit stimulation. Fingers, fist, toys or cock. My cunt loves to be filled up.

Other women seem to have limits in comparison and I always wondered if I was somehow weird compared to them but was it nature or nurture? Do I like penetration so much because I’m so highly sexed or am I so highly sexed because I’m used to getting fucked so hard?

I might never unravel the dilemma completely but I did discover today that I am genuinely wired differently to many women. I went for my scheduled smear test and learned all kinds of new things about my own cunt in the process. It turns out that my actual vagina is much longer than most women’s and my cervix tilts really far back and slightly off to one side.

According to the nurse, that combination makes tampons extremely difficult as they have to go in much further to actually do their job but she also winked and said it made me ‘very accommodating’ in other ways. Basically I’ve got more depth to take dick or any other object and there’s no chance of it hitting my cervix and creating a sexual cul de sac. I’m literally built to be fisted frankly.

I may be the only person who’s ever laughed during a smear test when I realised what the nurse meant. Not only is it reassuring to get a medical check that stretching myself isn’t causing any issues but it’s incredibly encouraging to find that I’m built to keep pushing further and further.

I wonder what my Master will do with that endorsement….

Born This Way

Sunday Morning

My Master has discovered the advantages to waking up with two women before but luckily he hasn’t got bored of it yet. So when we all woke up together this weekend he didn’t protest too much about being in the middle of the bed with Princess on one shoulder and me on the other trapping him there.

But in case you think he’s lost his dominant touch letting Princess and I tell him what to do and not letting him move in his own bed, he can still give us orders. He told both of us to reach down and see which one of us could make ourselves come first to get his reward before lying back and watching both the women in his life playing with their clits while lying against his chest.

I used my piercing to my full advantage since it’s like a little sex toy I have at all times. Plus since I’d gone a month with my cunt not letting me have any fun with it I was ridiculously horny and being pressed up against Sir and Princess like this had me soaking wet in seconds. Even thinking back on it now has my cunt springing to life instantly.

I definitely came first and wasn’t shy about asking for my reward, spreading my legs the second Sir told me to and his cock slipped into me with ease as he flipped it round so he was on top of me. I love being fucked like that with my legs wrapped round his back and his cock deep inside with the feel of his full weight and body against me. It takes the missionary position and makes it kinky in a way that both fills me up with cock completely but crave more.

My Master was definitely enjoying having me pinned down and absolutely begging for more with my body but he was also enjoying the orders he was giving Princess to watch him fucking me. He made sure she had her hands behind her back and her legs open getting wet but not being allowed to touch me or herself until Sir let her lean down and lick my cunt briefly both stopping and going back to watching again as both reward and punishment.

Sir had used the intermission of her licking me to full effect lifting Princess’s new Doxy onto the bed without either of us noticing. He ordered her back onto her knees with her knickers off and me onto my back and pressed the Doxy against my cunt making me arch my back for it until I realised he was going to stretch me wide with it inside me.

Lying back in the darkness of the morning I couldn’t see just how different the size and shape of the head on the die cast Doxy is to my standard one so while my Master has fucked me with the Doxy before this involved actively submitting to him and trusting him all over again.

The shape was just different enough that it was more of a challenge to put inside my cunt than usual and I had a few moments of thinking I couldn’t stretch enough for it and even a second or two of enough discomfort to almost ask my Master to stop. But I love that feeling of pushing my mind enough to match the efforts my cunt can make for my Master.

It’s as much the act of submission as the physical side and I love that my Master is the only man I’ve ever been able to go that far with mentally. Something about stretching that emotional muscle is even more satisfying than just an orgasm and I crave it as much as cock with my Master so that sensation of slight discomfort was so worth it.

The Doxy slid right into my cunt with Sir’s instruction and when he turned it on he surprised me by telling Princess to get on top of me and rub her slick wet until now completely ignored cunt against mine so that she was using me as a sex toy on my Master’s orders. The die cast Doxy is strong enough to vibrate against her greedy cunt through mine and Sir wanted to see if she could make herself come that way.

Her cunt loves the Doxy so much that it can seek out any vibration enough to watch her fuck against me, the toy or anywhere else it is for her pleasure. She didn’t take long to push herself into coming pressed against me as Sir watched us fucking each other and as soon as she’d come he switched places with her to get back on top of me.

He took the toy out and used his cock to gauge just stretched my cunt was after the Doxy and it must have felt pretty good to him as he reminded Princess he wants hers to feel the same as he fucked me before coming hard inside me as Princess used the Doxy on herself to come at the same time as both of us.

I was very happy to end up the one in the middle pinned to the bed by my Master and Princess to end the threesome. That’s the advantage of three of you though. The positions and roles available have endless opportunities….

Sunday Morning

Broadening My Mind

For someone who’s fucked a lot of men, I’ve actually seen comparatively few huge cocks. Obviously by the law of averages some are smaller and some are larger but ones that make you raise your eyebrows at the size are surprisingly elusive.

Before I met my Master I wouldn’t have said I was a size queen. My main criteria for a cock was whether the owner could fuck me hard with it rather than quibbling over the dimensions. If pressed I’d probably have chosen girth over length for that filled up feeling I’ve always loved but I wasn’t exactly giving marks out of ten like an Olympic judge.

So I remember my first take-my-breath-away-how-big-is-that-cock extremely well because it blew my mind. This was pre internet porn when dial up meant a bigger cock just meant any clips took longer to download. Ironically I had only heard about John Holmes in those days as the inspiration for the Dirk Diggler character in Boogie Nights and it was impossible to separate the man and the myths.

I always expected that if you had a cock you could measure in feet not inches you’d carry yourself with a certain swagger from the secret of what you were packing. You’d be the man who actually had the reason for manspreading. But when it came to it I found the biggest cock I’ve ever seen in the flesh on man who worked in middle level IT who you’d never notice at a party.

Maybe I have dick-dar or he noticed me but I met him through a friend at the pub and promptly forgot about him until months later when he moved in with my friend. His flat was central to the city where I lived at the time and a favoured haunt to start or finish a night out so I got to know him a bit better but he still didn’t stand out especially.

But for some reason I ended up in the flat with him alone one night after some drug fuelled dancing to drum n’ bass and I was horny. We ended up in bed and he seemed to have a moment where it was almost difficult to undo his trousers. I didn’t think much until he actually pulled them off and his cock seemed to fill the whole room.

I literally couldn’t notice anything else but the longest thickest cock I’d ever seen. His hand seemed dwarfed by it as he got even harder and fuller. I couldn’t decide if it terrified or thrilled me but I was in a risk taking mood thanks to the popularity of speed in the 90s. I was my knees to get my mouth round him straight away and turned on to find that my mouth couldn’t close round his monster cock.

I’d never been so utterly filled up that way, forcing my mouth open, lifting my tongue back trying to swallow as much of this huge hard cock as I could. I couldn’t close my lips round him at all and it was making my mouth and eyes water from sucking and gagging like I was absolutely gorging myself myself on dick.

It was glorious and going straight to my cunt. Each time I had to open my jaw wider and lean into him lapping at the head of his cock and not being able to do anything but concentrate on it I was imagining my cunt taking him the same way. I had no illusions about being able to fuck all him but taking the top in my tight cunt was going to give him sensations to make up for him not being to able to fuck me completely senseless.

I don’t know if it was the drugs or being practically drunk on dick but I was so focused on his cock that I wasn’t paying enough attention to the rest of him and noticing his response to me. Instead of working with my mouth he was basically standing still and barely interacting. I assumed he was holding himself back not to come in my mouth so asked him to fuck me.

I don’t know if he thought I was being incredibly literal or not but without even checking to see if I was wet or acknowledging that he had a huge cock he went simply straight to fucking. I paused him for a condom but before anything else he went for penetration and into my cunt as far as possible without pause.

My cunt went dry instantly from pure pain and I sobered up in all ways making him stop and trying to explain that you can’t just go right in and fuck when your cock is built like a baby’s arm. He pouted and started pushing himself in more gradually complaining that he was close to coming.

I sensed there was very little to be gained trying to teach him and instead for one of the only times in my life I lay back and thought of England thinking ‘what’s the worst that can happen?’ as I suspected he’d have come within ninety seconds. It felt longer but I doubt it was.

He rolled off me and straight to sleep face first in his bed while I got up, got dressed and left with little more to say to him. I went home disappointed not have got to play properly with this new toy but comforted myself with the irony that his complicated double barrelled name included the word ‘broad’ proving that nominative determinism is alive and well and would make a great anecdote.

I rarely thought of him without that little chuckle to myself but only when I met my Master did I realise that such disappointing sex with such a huge cock had given the association that bigger was simply sore and held me back from being the size queen I was destined to be sooner.

But I suppose the good news is my Master would have missed out train me up like he has and stretching me out for you all to see if my first massive cock hadn’t disappointed me so much…

Broadening My Mind

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

Return The Favour

Princess warmed me back to orgasms gently yesterday and it gave me a new lease of life. As invigorating as an afternoon nap, I was suddenly full of energy to reacquaint myself with her cunt as well as my own.

But I wanted to tease her. First I told her to take her top off and I ran my fingers along her stomach and arms feeling her wriggle under the light pressure. I brushed my hand across her bra feeling the warmth of her skin under the fabric, swirling my thumb round her nipple until it woke up under the pressure.

I slipped my hand inside her bra, pinching her now perked up nipples and played back and forth with them feeling her shiver and reach up toward me to kiss me hard. Just as she was distracted by that I took my other hand and trailed the back of it down her cunt so my knuckles grazed against her and her clit woke up too.

Pulling her panties off showed me her clit was so swollen it was obvious she wanted me to play with it immediately. I was feeling generous and nostalgic for it so I didn’t hold myself back pressing my fingers gently in small circles and feeling her whole body tense up with being turned on.

Her cunt was dripping wet and I couldn’t resist slipping two fingers into her and swirling them round in circles that stretch her open and make her greedy for more. I kept up the circular motion on her clit too and felt her cunt come to life under my fingers. I love that feeling when her cunt changes from smooth to swollen and desperate for an orgasm.

I almost lost my rhythm when she reached down to my own soaking wet cunt and crooked her finger just inside me which tipped me into an orgasm feeling how wet we both were together. But I wanted to make her lose control and come without abandon so it didn’t take me long to get my attention back.

Two fingers wide apart in her cunt and my thumb on her clit I bent over her and pulled her nipple into my mouth feeling all three so turned on under me. I nipped and pinched at her swollen nipple with my teeth and fucked her with my hand feeling her cunt tense and tighten before tipping into an orgasm that lifted her off the bed and closer to my hand and mouth.

She looked and felt so good like that I kept my hand where it was and lifted the Doxy onto her clit so we could do it all over again straightaway…

Return The Favour

Girls Allowed

My Master is having a men only day today. I always like to think these are homo-erotically charged with undercurrents and flirtation but who knows? Male bonding comes in so many forms.

I had dinner with him and Princess last night and he teased me again about how long it took for me to realise I wasn’t straight. I feel so naive looking back on the number of times I ended up going to events or dinner with other women thinking it was just me being extroverted and making new friends and not realising until years later they were in fact dates.

It’s hard to imagine now that it never occurred to me those events were sexual (although I’ve not picked up on the intentions of men too in similar situations so I’m clearly slow as sand sometimes.) Because now as soon Sir plans a day doing manly things my mind goes straight to the girly things I will do to Princess’s cunt.

I imagine later that I’ll pull her onto my lap so that she’s on top of me and my hands can clasp her perfect ass and then brush round her thighs and onto her cunt and start gradually pulling her underwear down. She’ll wriggle and pause and try to pretend she isn’t holding her breath in anticipation but she won’t be able to hide it.

I’ll slip one finger into her cunt and my thumb round her clit and then when she relaxes down onto my hand I’ll add two more fingers pressing inside on her G Spot and fucking her cunt open. She’ll ask for the Doxy and I haven’t decided if she’ll get it or my whole hand yet.

But we’ve got the whole day together and I do like distracting Sir with photos of we get up to without him…

Girls Allowed