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

Step Back

After the ridiculous over the top double penetration fuck with my Master the other day, he ordered me to take the John Holmes toy after he left me. And for the first time in a long time, I couldn’t even manage the tip without difficulty.

I had just been fucked harder than ever before in my life but I was slightly disappointed my cunt had found a limit. And when it was still too sore to take the toy 48 hours later I was starting to worry.

My cunt is the bit of me that always works and to have it fail me surprised me. I had to step back and remind myself that when you stretch muscles you also need to rest them even if that muscle is your cunt.

And it helped that my Master set me a new stretching challenge to keep me occupied but not overdoing it. He took me right back to the start with one finger in my cunt, adding one finger each hour until I had all five fingers in my cunt making sure I came each time.

Once I’d reached all five fingers, I needed to start working up through my toys in size order each hour, orgasming each time until I could take the John Holmes toy again. It seemed like the perfect stretching challenge for a long weekend.

So I wasn’t expecting to run into issues with one finger. But I managed to miss my first hour (and second..) by sleeping in and had to catch the first three fingers up one after each other so that I had three orgasms in under thirty minutes to get back on track. As wake up calls go, I’d recommend it…

Then I got ahead of myself when I slipped all five fingers into my cunt without realising for a second or two. I had to make a very big effort to take my thumb back out and place it on my clit to make me come and not slide it back inside like a very greedy girl.

It was a long hour to wait til I could slip all five fingers into my cunt and at that point my challenge was more not making myself come almost instantly. There’s nothing like a fist to make my cunt happy.

Apart from a cock that is and I spent the next three hours sizing up through dildos. First the pink toy where I made myself come imagining using it on Princess and her using it on me because she both love it so much.

Then the smaller double ended toy which also gives me memories of Princess that go straight to my cunt and make me not need to work very hard at making myself come. I really was missing out for a long time not knowing that you can make cock even better by adding another cunt to it.

My third toy was the monster double ended toy that actually keeps me apart from Princess despite being so wet for her. But in this case, it’s exactly half way between the smaller one and the John Holmes toy and I know my Master likes accuracy as much as I like cock.

Eight orgasms and it was only just mid afternoon. At this rate I was going to run out of toys or need to find an emergency oversized butternut squash in a convenience store open for unexpected Easter needs.

I decided since I’d been on my back for all those orgasms earlier, I’d ride the John Holmes toy on my knees for a change. And I was shocked to find that I still couldn’t take it at all. Not on my knees, not on my back, not at all. My cunt was closed for something that large.

I was so shocked I forgot to ask my Master’s permission for what to do next. So no wonder he caught up with me before bed and made sure I didn’t go to sleep until I’d bought what he had in mind to punish me with for missing that orgasm…

 

 

Step Back

Spring Open

I’ve been experimenting with Princess for a while using two fingers inside her cunt to bring her to orgasm. It began out of practicality over winter when getting completely naked was too cold and we adapted to fucking with clothes still on.

It’s easier to reach two fingers inside while you’re still half dressed than a fist or four fingers and it’s made me get more creative with movements and actions to bring her to orgasm that way.

Lots of concentration on her G spot and playing with her clit after teasing my fingers along the inside of her thighs and across her cunt to make her shiver and squirm has been equally fun for both of us and I’ve been enjoying the same number inside me.

Yesterday though when we were fucking and it was warm enough to strip off completely I had an urge for her to put as many fingers inside my cunt as possible and start stretching me out a bit more now spring is here again.

But Princess had other ideas and despite me asking for two then three fingers, she kept stroking my cunt with just one finger until I was frustrated but turned on and as close to bratty about it as I get about it.

Then just as I was about to pout and protest, she licked my clit until I came, never taking her finger out of my cunt circling it round, brushing against my G spot and fucking me slowly and steadily all while I squirmed in pleasure to an excellent orgasm.

Keeping that one finger inside my cunt she switched to stroking my clit with both fingers on either side of it back and forth until my clit was swollen and I was writhing off the bed incredibly close to the kind of orgasm that makes your head spin.

She literally had me in the palm of her hand pacing me back and forward until my clit was almost painful I was so turned on and close to coming, all with one finger inside and two fingers around my clit.

When I came it was less like an orgasm and more like losing grasp of reality. My mind went blank with anything except the intensity and enjoyment of that orgasm and it made me miss her finger when she finally slipped it out again.

It also made me greedy to see how much further she can push me with more fingers inside while she plays with my clit. I might have to get to try with an orgasm for each extra finger til we get to the fist or I actually pass out in pleasure…

Spring Open