Dry January

I feel like I’ve forgotten how to type it’s been so long since I blogged. I gave myself some time off over Christmas since I thought you’d be all be too busy for reading and I ended up sidetracked by socialising myself.

In fact I saw the New Year licking Princess to orgasm on the kitchen table in eye line of her neighbour’s NYE party and then marvelled how much things have changed in the three years since I started fucking Sir that I spent New Year’s Day with him and Princess in our pyjamas rather than being ragingly kinky and rather liking how things have developed between us in that time.

Then I came home to sleep the seasonal fun off and haven’t really got out of bed since. Not out of laziness but with a relapse of my chronic illness laying me up. Admittedly if there’s any month being stuck at home doesn’t mean too much FOMO, it’s January when everyone else is out of the pub or in the gym but it’s still left me too ill to write and more to the point, with nothing much to write about for a while.

I’ve no interest in booze and my cunt is closed for business and drier than all the social media hashtags possible. I feel like I’ve forgotten what orgasms are while my body conserves its energy like a very very slowly charging battery. It’s both incredibly boring and oddly interesting having so much time to just think.

When you can’t do things the usual way you have to think outside the box. With chronic illness this can mean pacing the way you do the washing up or adapting ways to wash your hair or other practical things, but sometimes it means having to alter how you interact with the people in your life.

I find it easier at times to be more myself and less Candi with Princess. A lot of that is because I have years of experience of close female friendships and some of our relationship just feels like an extension of that whereas I have very little experience of male friendship and even less of the way you get to know men when you date them long term.

At times that formality between me and Sir has been compounded by the nature of a D/s relationship which often relies on strict rules and a defined way of interacting. Being a slow learner, it’s taken me a while to learn that the game of D/s that my Master and I play together isn’t less important or serious if I don’t play it all the time.

Not only is ok to know when to step outside the game, but sometimes it’s essential to do so. I always trusted my Master from the first time we met but it’s taken me a long time to trust myself in this relationship because I don’t come from a background of reliable people with my best interests at heart.

I had to go slowly to make sure my mind was catching up with how quickly my gut instinct and cunt were making decisions for me and my Master has always allowed me to go at that pace while always encouraging me that I can push myself further than I think. Most of that came through kink and D/s and I can’t think of a more enjoyable way to work on myself (especially compared to my therapy sessions each week) and I never want to give that side of Sir and I’s relationship up.

But recently I’ve realised that I haven’t been pushing myself enough outside the kink with Sir and behaving like we’re dating as well as doing D/s. And without doing that it means I can’t keep pushing myself with being submissive with him because submission is so rooted in trust and intimacy that I have to keep building on that instead of standing still.

So while I physically can’t get kinky, I’m pushing myself to be submissive by showing the side of me isn’t just Candi to her Master. Not just wearing latex and corsets but sometimes being ill in front of him in an oversized hoodie on the sofa or texting him about his week or just spending time together doing nothing.

All things I do in front of Princess because I love and trust her (and because she doesn’t give me any choice because she might be tiny but she’s tough on me) and all things I should do with Sir because if I love him and trust him enough to tie me up, drip hot wax on me or permanently alter my body for him, then I need to learn other ways to be intimate with him.

Also I’m pretty sure if he sees me with unwashed hair and ugly slippers while I’m ill, he’ll appreciate me dressed up in full corset and wig even more when I’m back to full health…

Dry January

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

Come Together

I’ve never been one for associating music with sex. I’ve never really understood that whole ‘our song’ thing and back in my teens and twenties when music was much more a part of my day to day, my tastes didn’t really suit sex unless you could move like your life depended on it. I was also put off by the occasions men would pick a soundtrack to fuck to, never sure if it was worse to hear ‘Let’s Get It On’ for the millionth time or the utterly jaw-dropping choice of Sham 69’s ‘Evil Way’ once*.

But the other night my Spotify Discover Weekly came up with The Beatles ‘Come Together’ and it definitely made me think of my Master and Princess. How could I not with the lines “He say. One and one and one is three. Got to be good looking ’cause he so hard to see. Come together right now over me”?

It’s not often songs reference three people without one of them being a home wrecker so that certainly tickled me as much as the title summons up filthy images. One of the best things I’m finding about a  long term sexual relationship is that sense of knowing someone so well you can adapt to them and have those simultaneous orgasms that most people think only exist in films.

Both my last threesomes with my Master and Princess ended with us all coming at the same time first with her watching my Master fuck me stupid and then with me watching her take three cocks at once and him coming in her mouth as I made myself come with the Doxy.

Princess is by no means the cock slut I am so when she took a huge extender that Sir had bought to fuck me more open with and started fucking herself with it while his cock was buried in me both Sir and I were very pleasantly surprised.

I’d started her off with the pink toy in her cunt and she clearly wanted more, filling herself up with the extender and taking advantage of its open side to slide a second cock inside it to push two fingers inside to get her going while she watched Sir fuck me for the second time that day.

My cunt was so well fucked after his cock twice and the Doxy once that unusually I wasn’t quite as greedy for cock as normal and unable to take my Master as deep as is my habit. Princess however wasn’t filled up enough with the extender and put the pink toy inside it to help fuck herself harder as she rode both on her knees and begged for the Doxy on her clit too.

Sir is always scrupulously fair with us both and always makes sure we both get fucked equally so if he hadn’t taken himself out of my cunt and into Princess’s mouth then and there, I would have felt greedy keeping him all to myself considering how desperate for dick she was.

Lying on her back with the double toy in her cunt and Sir’s cock deep in her mouth, she’s rarely looked sluttier and I can’t remember if Sir told me or I couldn’t help myself and I lifted the Doxy onto her clit while she swallowed him and fucked herself in tandem. I knew exactly when to turn the wand up so she would come and open her mouth even wider and wetter for Sir to come into.

Watching both of them change pace, catch their breath, tense their muscles, make noise and deepen in concentration was so fucking hot to see. There’s no boredom in knowing the pitch and sway of their orgasms so well, no sense of ‘seen it all before’ but more the flow of a well rehearsed performance piece coming (literally) together.

It meant I knew exactly when to press the Doxy full power on Princess’s achingly greedy cunt and lean against them both so that the vibrations of the toy and the way she lifts her hips when she comes would go straight to my cunt and make me come at the same time they both did. Pitch perfect timing even with the element of  surprise of Princess being so cock hungry for once.

The only thing that would have been hotter than that synchronicity is if Sir had actually “come together right now over me” and come over Princess’s face or tits instead so I could see it even more clearly than in her mouth. We might need an encore next time….

 

*Spoiler alert: someone actually played me this song while we fucked and my orgasm curled up, died and moved to Australia. Just seeing the lyrics is bad enough but it’s sung in a mock Cockney accent that could wilt a dildo.

Come Together

Rest Well

I think it took a while for my Master to get used to the fact that 75% of the times he texted me with orders and asked where I was my reply was ‘in bed’. I like to think I started off sounding like some kind of lady of leisure lounging around ready to masturbate at the drop of a hat but quite quickly I had to explain that my health issues mean I have to rest a lot.

He’s a man who takes things in his stride with a minimum of drama so he took the opportunity for me to combine both bed rest and being ready to masturbate with many aspects of my training over the last few years. I suspect he now knows when I’m likely to be resting because his timing is impeccable with texts.

I was almost bored of conserving energy the other day when he told me to get up on my knees and ride the John Holmes toy for 10 minutes as a warm up. I was starting to get greedy for an orgasm when he told me to get up out of bed completely and take the big toy to the front room of my flat and use the suction base to fit it to the living room door that looks onto the outside space I share with my neighbours.

Once I’d put the dildo on the door I was to fuck it doggy style on my hands and knees for ten minutes knowing that my neighbours could technically see me pounding my cunt with a massive dildo if they happened to pass by. After ten minutes I was to put the Doxy on my clit piercing at full speed for a minute before I came with the huge cock still inside me.

I half love the exhibitionism my Master encourages in me and half struggle with the idea of being seen in sexual scenarios and this one pushed me. Being naked in front of my window, tits shaking getting fucked in potential full sight had me caught up in how good the toy felt pushing against my G-spot making me yearn to come when I had permission.

But then I’d remember what I was doing and where and I’d lose the motion and rhythm for a second and then I’d lean back and filled up and greedy to come again and fall back into the pattern. Ten minutes went much quicker than I expected and I didn’t even hesitate about putting the Doxy on my clit with my eyes shut feeling the orgasm tip over the edge for me.

I was spent from the exertion and ended up lying face first on the living room carpet, cock still inside me, texting my Master to thank him for the orgasm and tell him that I was considering just napping where I was. He promised me a reward if I could fall asleep with a massive cock inside me.

My only challenge was getting cold and uncomfortable on the carpet so I took the toy off the door and went back to bed, sliding it back into into my well fucked cunt before pulling the duvet over me and falling fast asleep almost instantly. I woke up half an hour later even hornier than when I went to sleep and almost had to double take to remind myself I had the toy inside.

Now that’s a reward in itself…

Rest Well

Numbers Game

So I told you yesterday that my cunt was famous and then I went back to wondering what the largest thing I could slide into it was. Then curiosity got the better of me in other and I decided to test my maths skills by seeing how many views in total the Xhamster videos had had.

I’m extremely good at estimating the size of things when I’m putting them in my cunt and I can eyeball the size and girth of any kind of cock with ease, but I am terrible with numbers to the point where my Master really has to bite his lip from saying something about how embarrassing it is.

If I could actually drive I’d be a stereotype of a woman driver who can’t gauge spatial awareness to park her car and mortified by it. Those ‘guess who many’ games were my nemesis at school fetes and waiters love me because I can only work tips out by rounding up massively.

So my guess was that my twenty one videos had had about 35,000 views in total and felt smug about being able to say that thousands of people had seen my cunt without any hyperbole. Then I used an actual calculator and discovered that my videos had just over 111,000 views in total.

I think you know you are a gold star slut when you can measure the number of people who’ve watched you masturbate in the hundreds of thousands and immediately wonder what would get you to a quarter of a million views…

Numbers Game

Slide Right In

I enjoyed taking videos of me playing with the Doxy the other day for my Master and it amused me when he told me to send it to Princess while she was at work. There’s something incredibly hot about sending utter filth to people when you know they shouldn’t really be looking at it on work time or when they are having dinner with granny.

But getting such a good response to the clip from my Master and Princess who both felt the urge to take a quick break from work at that point made me keen to share it here too. WordPress is awful for embedding video so I went back to my XHamster account to post it.

I’d sort of forgotten about it while I’d been paying attention to my Clips 4 Sale account and I was amazed to see the number of views the videos on XHamster had racked up. Just over 11,000 views on the Coke can clip alone. My cunt is famous it seems.

I enjoyed seeing the comments complimenting my Master on his training and seeing some of the suggestions of things I can try stretching my cunt with next. I’m not sure I’ll take some of them up on the bedpost or the dog toys, but it did make me keen to keep experimenting and adding the occasional clip to thank you all for reading and looking.

Watch this space…

 

 

 

Slide Right In

Tits Up

My Master has a thing for fake looking tits which amuses me since I spent a lot of my late twenties having to explain to people that mine were real and not bought. Not many people go up 5 cup sizes in 6 months without the help of surgery but in my case it was just dieting less.

I didn’t like them to begin with. I’d grown up in the era of Nineties bee sting breasts and liked the aesthetic of being able to wear strappy tops and sheer dresses and bikini tops instead of bras. So ending up with glamour girl tits confused me completely and I was ill prepared for people talking to them and not my face.

I put up with them, mainly hiding them away under rather practical bras from specialist retailers who promised supportive not sexy. My nipples were much less sensitive sexually and the whole thing seemed a bother.

My Master’s enjoyment of the over the top look in tits has taught me to enjoy them though, particularly piercing my nipples and not wearing a bra most of the time. Few things feel more over the top than walking round with E cup tits pushed up and shown off in a way only a waist trainer can do.

So I was a bit surprised when my Master ordered me to look for the most padded push up bra I could find last week to see if I could enhance them up to a double G and see what effect it had on him. And I was even more surprised when trying on push up padded bras seemed to hide the effect of my assets….

push up

push up tits

Tits Up