Worth the Wait

After building me up nicely all morning and afternoon with the John Holmes toy, I was incredibly horny and well stretched when my Master arrived at my house. Wearing the blindfold always makes my other senses as alert as my cunt when I hear the front door open and I was particularly interested to hear that he was carrying a bag with him. My Master rarely brings props but when he does they are well chosen.

I wasn’t entirely surprised when there was a new sex toy sliding into my cunt from his bag of tricks. I was however very surprised when he lifted my head up to close a heavy metal collar round my neck next. My back went so straight in the tightened corset at that point, the toy slipped out of my cunt instantly as the whole dynamic made me even wetter.

And he wasn’t finished there. He pulled my hands behind my back and tied them together with the new hemp rope. I loved the feeling of it scratching against my wrists but felt very vulnerable as he was tying me. Then I realised why it’s important to wait before you decide on things because once he’d bound both my hands, the balance of it turned me from vulnerable to delightfully helpless.

Surprisingly being bound and on my knees with a blindfold and corset trying to hold a large heavy plug in my cunt while my Master pushed my face down onto his cock made me less panicky about swallowing him deeper than I usually do, especially when he was kneeling in front of me for added depth.

I’ve rarely felt so helpless as when he lifted me to my feet and forced my legs apart to play with my piercing as he kissed me. Torn between opening my legs further to enjoy his hand more and keeping them closed to keep the plug in and fill me up, I enjoyed being distracted into coming either way remembering another occasion he used his hand and mouth to almost knock me off my feet with an orgasm.

I was surprised by how almost tender he was being kissing me as I came tied up and helpless under his hands and then he turned me and had me down on my knees and face first into the sofa in an instant so I was bent over with my cunt up in the air begging for his cock, hands behind my back.

No matter that I still had the huge heavy plug in my cunt, he had plans to stretch me right open with it and his cock at the same time. Part of me felt like it wasn’t possible to manage both and part of me felt like I’d cry if it wasn’t possible. The second he slipped his cock inside I came hard enough to push the plug out which felt like a bonus and a loss at the same time.

Toy slipped back inside my cunt, my Master fucked me so hard I could feel my make up running under my blindfold and I was actually making the kind of noise the neighbours might hear instead of my usual silence. I’ve rarely come as hard and repeatedly as I did especially when he came inside me using my corset to pull me down even harder onto his cock.

Normally he’d have punished me harder for forgetting to say thank you sir for the orgasms but he was clearly feeling benevolent even if he did leave me in that position for a while and spank my ass before he’d consider untying me. I could have stayed like that all afternoon frankly…

tied up and fucked on the sofa

Worth the Wait

Build Up

John Holmes toy and black corset

Princess likes instant gratification. If she could click her fingers and have it now from food to destinations to orgasms she would. My Master and I both like delayed gratification though so when he took some time off work this week, I was interested to see how long he’d make me wait for my fun.

He started by telling me as soon as I’d woken up to slide the John Holmes toy inside me and ride it for ten minutes every hour today. It took me rather longer to wake up and warm up and get such a monster toy inside me that he reminded me I only had thirty minutes to go before I had to start again.

In uncharacteristic brattiness I asked if I could keep the toy in now I was enjoying it so much. He noted that Princess seems to be rubbing off on me and agreed that I could spend an entire hour fucking myself with the big toy.

Luckily I’ve rather missed my Master’s slightly sadistic streak recently because that’s more of a punishment for being bratty than I realised to begin with. The John Holmes toy isn’t just big, it’s heavy too. An entire kilo of silicone cock in fact. Both my arms and my cunt were certainly feeling it thirty minutes in.

I switched back and forth from riding it on my knees to fucking myself on my back for the next twenty minutes and then my Master ordered me to run my fingertip over my clit piercing without stopping touching myself for the last ten minutes without coming. By the time my hour was up I couldn’t decide if I was right on the edge of an orgasm or desperate to stop to give my cunt a break.

My Master was worried I like being bratty but that’s more my old impulsive bad decision making self where I let my cunt decide what’s going to happen and not think of the consequences when there’s cock in the equation. And I’m glad he’s taught me not to do that too often.

But every hour at half past after that I slipped the big toy back inside without argument and fucked myself for ten full minutes to loosen me up and stretch me before my Master came round to play in person. The last minute saw play with my clit and pull back from the edge, distracting myself with choosing an outfit to please him with.

Corset laced, latex stockings shined, blonde hair and tits as dramatic as possible he ordered me to blindfold myself and kneel with the toy inside me on my living room floor and fuck myself with it until he decided to arrive to take mercy on me.

Time plays out very differently when you are so focused like that and I entertained myself with imagining the feel of his naked body and hard cock when he did arrive and wondering just how long he’d delay my gratification for his own enjoyment…

Build Up

Smooth Shaven

It slightly surprises me now that I was so resistant to shaving my cunt for my Master considering how much I’ve liked the feel of shaved skin over the years. But razors have always been a sign of me being in control not someone else.

When I was fifteen and had hair down to my waist and slightly egged on by my rebellious cousin, I shaved myself a fairly dramatic undercut with a Bic razor which I revelled in seeing if anyone at school would notice under my incredibly thick hair.

The fact they didn’t just encouraged me and over the next twenty odd years I’ve continued to wear my hair in variety of styles that have involved a pair of clippers. Just the thought of getting the back of my head shaved makes me shiver with delight in a non sexual ASMR way. Although there might be something less innocent to enjoying the deep rumbling vibrations of a pair of clippers on my hairline if I cared to delve deeper into my filthy mind.

But the real power with shaving came during an old job when I worked in the cosmetics industry. I ended up working in men’s grooming and the major men’s grooming issue is shaving so my boss taught me how to shave someone’s face.

Once I got past the sheer heart stopping terror that she was teaching me with a cut throat razor on many many packets of balloons and discovered that the person you are shaving actually prefers the relaxation of a safety razor, I absolutely loved it.

There was something incredibly powerful as a woman about teaching a man how to properly do something regarded as so manly. I’d literally be holding their face in my hand, brushing against them, exposing them in a myriad of ways and it was incredibly intimate without necessarily being overtly sexual.

Often it relaxed men into confiding all kinds to me, other times it made them flirt outrageously and sometimes they had to be gently coaxed not to panic and run away from me. All accompanied by the sound and feel of a razor on skin. I loved everything about it from subverting gender norms like k.d Lang and Cindy Crawford in the Nineties to actually giving useful skincare advice.

But I especially loved the power and dominance of the act. I worked a lot with city boys and investment bankers and the kind of men who are used to telling women (especially lower status ones) what to do and enjoying that sense of entitlement.

Those men act very very differently when you’ve got a razor pressed against the taut skin of their neck and that’s a dizzying sensation for twenty five year old who usually likes submission. Especially doing this in their workplace, not like the times I’d also wet shaved my boyfriend’s head several times.

So the idea of using a razor to submit rather than be in charge confused me when my Master gave me the order to shave my cunt. Maybe I’d have got my head round it quicker if he’d suggested doing it for me like this incredible piece on shaving your sub’s cunt

 

 

 

 

Smooth Shaven

John Holmes

I think we all know I like that John Holmes toy a lot. It’s gone from being a monster I could barely manage any of to my standard dildo these days and it never fails to please me or my Master when I use it.

I was aware that it’s modelled on the real life cock of legendary porn star John Holmes thanks to the booklet that comes with it when you buy it. But I had no idea his life was quite as dramatic as it was until my best friend sent me a link to this essay about him from Rolling Stone magazine the other night.

Almost as long as his cock, it’s well worth a read especially if you like good journalism or true crime. I always thought the film Boogie Nights was based on his life, but they clearly toned it down a bit to get their Oscar nominations. I can see why.

But a little trip round Google lead me to discover that John Holmes did not exactly tone it down in his porn career. Many of the clips are available on PornHub and his cock really was as eye-poppingly huge in real life as in its silicone namesake.

It’s a pity he really does look like a pervy accountant to off set a cock like that, but I was amused and surprisingly aroused by some of the porn clips. We’ll skip over the fascination with fifteen year old girls in them but they look like real people fucking for fun which is sorely missing for me in a lot of modern porn.

I don’t like that slickness with mainstream porn where each sexual act is a tick box and the orgasm is literally a money shot to sell as many clips as possible. There’s something far too brisk and business-like about a lot of porn these days. Like watching people have one night stands where they try to score sexual points rather than enjoy many perverted pleasures human bodies can combine to offer.

I like my smut more realistic than styled and enjoyed the fact the John Holmes’ clips had that amateur reality instead of professional glossiness that somehow renders sex decidedly unsexy. I do see where the unfortunate trope of bad acting in the non porn bits comes from though!

I think I’m going to find it very interesting indeed the next time I play with my John Holmes toy after that little history lesson though…

John Holmes

Still Horny

So yesterday I wrote about not having been particularly horny recently through ill health. Today my libido returned with such force I had to cross my legs while reading this amazing piece by Girl on the Net about being still and submissive.

I have managed to miss two opportunities to kneel for my Master recently by not paying enough attention to my orders and I regretted it at the time. After reading that I’m almost holding my breath with disappointment and desire thinking about being still and obedient for him.

Thinking about it reminds me why we say we are excited by sex. The urge goes as much to my stomach to create butterflies as to my cunt to create horniness. I need to make sure not to spoil an order again next time…

 

 

Still Horny

Ill Communication

I’ve been quiet for the last few weeks because I’ve been a bit under the weather and haven’t been up to writing much. Eagle eyed readers might notice this has happened before that ill health has kept me away from sex and blogging and they’d be quite right.

Since childhood I’ve suffered from a fluctuating chronic illness that causes pain and fatigue and often leaves me bed bound and unable to manage full time work and day to day life. In some ways it’s the greatest influence on my life and in other ways it’s so normal that I often forget to mention it.

I also can’t shake the idea that it’s just not very sexy. Sick beds and prescription painkillers aren’t the stuff of erotica for most people (you’ll note there’s very very little illness in all those naughty nurse role plays or medical fetish stuff.)

I also spend so much of my time dealing with symptoms and medical appointments etc that I enjoy having the break from that glum reality with the fun and fantasy of my sex life  and kink and often don’t care to mix them for my own sake of mind.

But sometimes I can’t help but allow the two aspects of my life to come together. After all I’ve been ill since before I hit puberty so I’ve never had sex without my illness in the mix and I’ve had to adapt my sexual style to allow for my limitations with pain and fatigue. I sometimes wonder if my submissiveness is borne out of that as it tends to be quite restful in its own way?

I hate to be seen defective in any way for being ill. I loathe when people make it obvious you are their worst nightmare with a serious chronic incurable autoimmune illness that no amount of exercise and good diet can protect you against. And I’ll leave it to the much missed Stella Young to explain why ‘inspiration porn‘ can fuck right off and then fuck off a bit more.

I’m also not fond though of being treated like a social outcast for being ill as if I’m not trying hard enough or not doing the ‘right’ things. Medicine and science haven’t worked out the human immune system yet (and interestingly 90% of research into it is on men’s immune systems despite 85% of all autoimmune disease sufferers being women) so there isn’t much the power of positive thinking will do to cure me or you getting huffy when I tell you yoga isn’t actually a valid option here.

I get it though. Society is weird about illness and even weirder about disability generally and it took me a long time to be able to use the word ‘disability’ in relation to myself because it’s always seen as such a negative, frightening thing or as a synonym for wheelchair user. I avoided using the word for fear of scaring people away or having them argue I wasn’t ‘properly’ disabled.

Under the Equality Act 2010 in the United Kingdom a disability is “if you have a physical or mental impairment that has a ‘substantial’ and ‘long-term’ negative effect on your ability to do normal daily activities.” It doesn’t just mean visible disabilities or the stuff you see in the Paralympics and it’s possible for people to have the same condition and have a varying level of disability from it.

This why your Great Aunt Doris’ neighbour’s cousin was cured of the same thing by the power of prayer and a multivitamin and someone else needs to give up work because of it. People are different and many conditions also fluctuate or are progressive with age.

Which is why I’m absolutely certain no one who reads this blog would have looked at those photos of me with a butternut squash up my cunt and thought I was disabled. Being ill is pretty much the only thing that stops me being horny and even then sometimes it doesn’t completely stop me so while I’m sleeping all the time, I have orgasms during my naps.

I used to find it deeply frustrating not to be well enough to fuck all the time but now I think it might be a safety feature to protect my cunt from breaking itself from over use. My Master summed it up well recently when he said my body could be incredibly frustrating sometimes, but also capable of some quite wonderful things at the same time.

It’s quite fitting that the first man I’ve ever actually told about being ill when I met him should sum up the very nature of disability so well…

Ill Communication

Seeing Double

I’m sure you were hoping to see a photo of Princess all dressed up in her new slutty outfit but if I’m honest we got too distracted to take any pictures.

On her return from the shop (after a surprisingly long time away that she insisted was a long early evening queue but might just have been her enjoying walking around dressed like a sex doll) she found me astride my Master’s cock and couldn’t wait to join in.

He rewarded her slutty impatience and obedience by coming in her ass with her new thong pulled aside to suit the urgency while I licked her cunt and played with her clit at the same time. We’d certainly all worked up an appetite for dinner at that point.

Lying in bed after eating, my Master’s fingers went straight to Princess’s cunt and found her still incredibly wet and ready. He ordered me to join him and we fucked her cunt with two fingers inside her each to prove that two is often better than one.

And with that thought in mind, my Master ordered both his slutty sex toys to fuck each other with the new shorter double ended dildo we’d bought after discovering the first one kept us apart as well as bringing us together as he watched us and gave directions.

This toy was perfect for allowing us to get close enough that our clits were touching as we fucked each other back and forth pushing the toy deeper each time until my Master allowed us to put the Doxy on our clits as we fucked.

We remain different in our love of the Doxy. I like it on a lower speed directly on my clit and Princess likes it up as high as possible and slightly above her clit. We started gently and with the view of her face and feeling her cunt against mine as my Master watched I came quickly and she was able to take her turn with the toy.

The Doxy is so powerful that its deep rumbly vibrations passed through her cunt and down the toy into my cunt as she continued to fuck me with it like the cock whore I am. I found it incredibly hot and so did my Master coming into her mouth as she came round the dildo and Doxy.

The sight and sound of them both coming pushed me into a final orgasm and reminded me that sometimes two is ideal but three is even better…

 

Seeing Double