Make Me Melt

My Master had plans for the hottest night of the year and knowing how horny I’ve been all week he instructed me to spend my evening with Princess, making sure she spent plenty of time on her knees between my legs.

I am incapable of saying no to my Master anyway but I definitely couldn’t have refused an order like that in any circumstance. What added to it was Princess giving me a few orders of her own. I was to be wearing my best slutty eye make up for her and bare legged in the heat with the Doxy and the double ended dildo in my bag.

I had no problem following those orders at all but I did go slightly rogue and added the tiniest sheerest small pair of panties under the dress I picked out because it was too hot to walk anywhere and the thought of getting naked was turning me on so much I genuinely didn’t think I’d get in or out of the Uber I booked with leaving a wet patch on the seat otherwise.

I enjoyed the fact Princess led me straight into her bedroom and had her hands and lips on me before I’d even managed to set the bag of sex toys down, but not as much as I enjoyed the feel of surprise in her hands when she slid her hands up my legs expecting bare cunt and found panties for once.

I love not wearing underwear for my Master but back in the days when I did one of my favourite things that always got my cunt soaking wet was someone stroking it through sheer fabric and pulling my panties aside to brush their finger against my cunt and teasing me before pulling them off me and sliding inside me.

My cunt was soaking before I even left the house but the feeling of Princess playing with it before stripping me bare left me squirming in her hands and she barely had to brush her tongue against my clit before I came for the first time of the night.

I  hadn’t even stopped coming when she slipped her hand into my soaking cunt and fucked me so hard my whole body was lifting off the bed and into her to pull her deeper and deeper in as the whole bed shook and I was vaguely aware of the headboard banging against the wall as I came so hard against her I almost bit her to stop myself screaming out loud and telling the neighbours what was going on.

I was desperate to play with her cunt and see how wet she was but she was still in charge of me and took the double ended toy out of my bag and pushed my legs as far apart as possible before sitting astride me with the toy inside both of us. I couldn’t help but lift my legs as high in the air as possible so the toy was completely buried inside us and our cunts were touching as she fucked me with it.

The angle we we were at curved the toy right up against my G spot in a way that combined with the feeling of her soaking wet cunt grinding against me as she pushed my legs onto my chest which pinned me down so all I could do was lift my cunt up in the air to get fucked even harder.

We both ended up coming together, her with her clit being stimulated and me from the cock inside me but Princess wasn’t quite done yet and spread her legs wide for me to play with her clit while holding her cunt until she begged for the Doxy.

Princess is even greedier than me when she’s that horny and she had two fingers in her cunt, one pressed against her ass and the Doxy on full speed to bring her to a gasping, jerking orgasm that was enough to finally satisfy her.

She was so nicely distracted at that point she didn’t even notice me slipping my soaked panties from earlier into her bedside drawer to remind her later…

Make Me Melt

Hot Thoughts

 

Ice cube on my clit

It’s stupidly warm in London this weekend. The kind of still sticky heat that means if you live in a flat you have to open all the windows, lie very still and wear as little as possible. The whole combination of it is making me incredibly horny.

I think some of it is the associations with last summer when the weather was hot and so was fucking Princess and my Master. Something about the temperature brings memories to mind such as ice cubes on Princess’s cunt on long hot afternoons.

But some of it is that while staring longingly into my fridge hoping I’d find something refreshing and cooling in there I remembered about the chilled glass dildo I love and now I can’t stop thinking about sliding it over my smooth shaved skin and into my hot wet cunt.

Because what better way to break a sweat than fucking yourself to orgasm?

Hot Thoughts

Three Times As Smug

Now I know I’m extremely lucky with my life generally but reading this article on how people hate threesomes just made me realise that I’m Lottery winner levels of luck on a regular basis because none of the complaints in the article are an issue for me.

Rather naively I’d always associated the term threesome with that stereotypical image of a man and two women together and thus before fucking my Master and Princess had this idea in my head that I’d never had a threesome before. I need to get the words ‘slow learner’ tattooed on my forehead frankly because my narrow definitions of sex and inability to put two and two together are getting embarrassing.

Not only had I had threesomes before, one of my first relationships as a teenager was a threesome. I was alternating between fucking two friends in a very casual on off way when on a tipsy evening they shyly confessed that they’d been fucking each other too for years.

I think they were expecting shock or awkward questions about their bisexuality and friendship and instead they got me trying to hide a filthy smile and barely a pause before the three of us were in bed together.

For a girl who loved cock, getting to enjoy two at a time was a treat in itself whether I was getting to experience the pleasure of both or watching them please each other but either way I never felt left out. I almost had to reminded to join in sometimes I was such an enthusiastic voyeur to their playing.

Plus there are few better ways when relatively sexually inexperienced to learn how to pleasure a cock than watching two men who know their way round their own and someone else’s so well. I love that confidence men have when they play with their cock and in this case that confidence extended to them sucking each other’s cocks too.

I had several happy months playing with both of them together and separately and was more than disappointed when my GCSEs meant having to give it up. The memories however kept me warm on many evenings for years to come.

Unfortunately I’ve never found two men happy to play in the same way since although when I was doing sex work I lived in a seaside town popular with stag parties and often got men who wanted to fuck me alongside their best mate. They’d be adamant to begin with that it wasn’t a threesome but a tag team instead.

I enjoyed the submission of sucking one’s cock while their friend fucked me before they would swap over and each get their turn. But with just enough taking charge, I could almost always get them to overcome their initial fear of each other’s cocks to end the evening with them masturbating each other with the prize of getting to come over me. A starter threesome if you like.

I did get to sample some of the issues that article mentioned though in another sex work based threesome when a couple hired me to be their third for their wedding anniversary. I’d never fucked a woman before and wasn’t particularly enthusiastic because of the way the husband went about organising it. And judging by how much he was paying me I should have stopped and thought about whether it was too good to be true or not.

We didn’t even get to the point where anyone touched each other and the whole evening went horribly wrong because of his insistence that fucking two women at the same time involved comparing them to each other and playing favourites. It was inadequacy in action and I was secretly delighted when his wife burst into tears and screamed at me to leave since it meant I didn’t have to fuck a man who wasn’t in control and a woman hating every minute of it.

I was less keen when he then insisted he wasn’t going to pay me at all even for the time I’d already spent there (and getting ready) and I ended up massively out of pocket and having to wait a long time at a suburban bus stop quite clearly dressed to fuck and hoping the neighbours were talking as revenge for my not being able to afford a cab home as planned.

While I’m sure they remembered that particular anniversary better than I do (even if it’s separately…) but it definitely put me off MFF threesomes too until my Master suggested it with Princess.

I was still nervous that I might not enjoy sex with a woman but I knew that there would be no danger of him losing control or leaving anyone out because he’s far too calm and confident for that. But I am still always impressed by he manages to choreograph each threesome so it feels completely natural without being repetitive in any way.

No wonder I’m so spoiled and smug now…

Three Times As Smug

Lucky

A blog reader the other day responded to a piece I wrote reminding me how lucky I am with my Master and Princess and it made me smile because I really really am. Not only they are kind and loving and delightfully filthy, I enjoy their company immensely, but the whole relationship is essentially like winning the lottery in lots of ways.

My path with my Master crossed absolutely by chance through the mutual friends of mutual friends and it’s unlikely we’d ever met on any other occasion. The fact I didn’t mind the open nature of his relationship with Princess certainly got us off to a good start while the chances of us being equally filthy and having such mutually compatible kinks was the second stroke of luck.

The next bit that worked out was that I finally stopped querying everything he suggested me in a fit of self doubt and trusted his logic that he liked Princess and he liked me and so we’d like each other and started fucking her as well.

I don’t think any of the three of us expected that to work out quite as well as it did and that we’d be so compatible together. I know they joke about people like me who with a couple being called a unicorn but there really is some truth in how rare and unusual it is for such relationships to work out so well.

I feel incredibly lucky each time I think what’s developed out what was basically a chance meeting to begin with and I’m sure anyone would appreciate such a stroke of fate. But for me there is the added feeling of luck meeting not one, but two people who understand me being disabled.

Most people think of disability as using a wheelchair (or more accurately that horrible expression ‘wheelchair bound’) so being invisibly disabled by illness confuses people immensely especially when you are dating which when you are supposed to be impressing people.

There’s trying to find the right moment to mention it and make it clear it’s an important part of my life but not make it the only thing about me. Do you talk about while you’re still at the exchanging email stage when it makes people imagine the worst most disabling forms of disability that freaks them out? Or do you wait til you meet in person and you look ‘normal’ to them in the pub with your pint so they don’t think you are ‘really’ disabled?

Doing it in person puts you both on the spot. I often feel the need to balance medical privacy with convincing them my relatively unknown condition really does exist* while giving them a comfortable Disneyfied version of chronic illness so they don’t climb out the toilet window to get away from you in disappointment at how their date has gone.

Disclosing something personal like a disabling illness seems to broach early dating etiquette for many people like you’ve just given them a political spiel or offered to compare income. People’s responses range between immediately changing the subject to convincing me why I’m wrong to use the word disabled because I don’t look disabled or tell me I’m not in fact ill because they’ve never heard of my illness and I just need to try yoga/more sleep/leeches/thinking positively or whatever it was their’s mum’s friend’s dogsitter’s cousin did to cure the same condition and problem solved.

It’s always always caused an issue. Even if they aren’t full of their own feelings and opinions on illness and disability, it causes a pause like a dropped stitch in a line of knitting as we struggle to get the flow of the date back to exchanging our best anecdotes in the most charming way possible.

Because even if they get it, it’s let the elephant into the room and the rest of the date comes down to how long before he points it out and I have to wrangle it in response. The big grey shadow of the disability discussion is that people always always want to know if you can still have sex and it’s just a matter of time before they ask.

I mean I get that that seems like a genuinely relevant question on a date if you fancy someone but it presumes that I want to have sex with them too and ignores that there’s plenty of non disabled reasons someone might not be able to have sex so becomes as invasive and rude as me asking if he’ll be able to get it up after a fifth pint. You can see why casual sex with little conversation appealed to me so much for so long.

I think I trusted my Master the minute I told him about my illness when we first met and not only he did he not ask that question, but I could tell he was thinking about fucking me and simply working round anything my illness made difficult rather than simply waiting for a polite moment to enquire.

And that’s exactly what he’s done throughout our relationship and it never feels like a particular issue even when I’m not quite well enough for him for fuck me senseless. Both he and Princess know my body well enough for my illness just to become one part of me and our relationship and that acceptance makes me feel incredibly lucky.

So if you ever meet anyone with any kind of disability or chronic illness I hope I’ve given you some pointers on what not to do if you want to get lucky with them…

 

*(I’d rather not mention it by name here as it makes me very identifiable in real life not because I’m awkward about it.)

Lucky

Public and Private

One of my favourite things is going out in public with my Master and Princess knowing that no one would ever guess on first glance at the dynamic. We look like three friends out for a drink with the married couple making sure they don’t forget their single friends these days.

I love that those assumptions allow a lot of hiding in plain sight. Nights in the pub with mutual friends with Sir sending me and Princess into the toilets to make each other come while his mate goes to the bar. Princess kissing me while we nip to the bar on our round and everyone is preoccupied with pub talk.

Then there’s the balance between my Master behaving like the well mannered man he is  to bar or wait staff but still very obviously staring at the slutty outfit I picked specially to catch his eye. It amuses me that anyone noticing his eyes on my tits or thigh high boots would think we’re behaving badly in front of his poor unsuspecting innocent wife.

Because who would guess that his wife is far from innocent and loves watching us being sexual with each other? That’s part of the joy of people not knowing much about relationships with three people in them. No expectations give a certain amount of freedom.

I particularly enjoyed that freedom the other weekend when my Master suggested we go out for dinner while I was wearing a rather sheer top that showed my pierced nipples more than is probably acceptable on a quiet Sunday night out. And the table next to us certainly spotted them.

As we ordered cocktails and chatted about cunt, I enjoyed watching her glare and him stare. I almost felt sorry for her being so defensive of Princess as she side eyed me and my Master in equal measure in between making obviously comment to her boyfriend what an awful husband stealing slut I was.

He was so busy making agreeing with her and making sure she couldn’t see him double checking just how slutty my nipples were being that neither of them spotted me running my hand up and down Princess’s bare leg under the table and her squirming in her seat in response. I only wish I’d read this ridiculously hot post about private touching in public places before then.

I’m not sure if they’d have been more shocked by sitting next to that than they were when my Master went to pay the bill and Princess turned and kissed me just as we were leaving. I did enjoy hiding behind my nipples for once…

Public and Private

Sing For My Supper

My Master was clearly pleased how my cunt was behaving after my time off and straight after letting me come a second time riding the John Holmes toy with the Doxy on my clit suggested we have dinner together on Friday night.

I wasn’t sure if he was suggesting a civilised meal or a debauched threesome but either way I was happy. I’m easy going about social plans with him and Princess but I did hint that perhaps we should stay in as I had an interesting outfit to wear that was not restaurant appropriate.

Sir knows I rarely try to influence his orders so took the hint seriously and we arranged I’d see them at their flat later. I’m particularly enjoying getting dressed up at the moment after basically wearing house clothes and pyjamas for weeks but even I was impressed by how slutty tonight’s outfit was.

I’ve discovered how delightfully impractically slutty bodysuits are recently and both my Master and Princess seem very taken with them. I wore one the other night to a local restaurant with them that was just the ‘make the table next to us tut, but he couldn’t stop staring when his girlfriend wasn’t looking’ level of see through on the nipples.

But tonight I needed something that would raise that game and see if the civilised meal would be postponed by some debauchery. When I arrived and Sir was in the shower I enjoyed taking my jacket off and giving Princess a sneak peek of my top so she was already getting turned on when he walked out of the bathroom in just a towel.

Literally within seconds of seeing my completely sheer body suit with just sequinned stars covering my nipples, my Master’s cock was hard, the towel was on the floor and so was I, kneeling with his cock in my mouth as Princess watched.

He ordered us both into the bedroom where Princess took over sucking his cock and I enjoyed playing with her cunt as she did, watching her get wetter and more open with each slap I gave her cunt and groan my Master gave as she deep throated his cock.

Sir stopped her before she made him come and he and I both slipped two fingers inside her cunt and made her come beneath us, holding her legs up and open so she could get fucked harder and deeper than usual.

I’m still a little delicate so my Master let me lie down on the bed, bodysuit now open and my face buried in Princess’s cunt as he teased me with his cock until I squirmed back onto it and fucked me firmly but gently while spanking my ass until I came.

I got my breath back with my cunt over Princess’s face, holding her legs up for him agains so he could fuck her ass until he came inside her and she was gasping with another orgasm thanks to the wand on her clit.

Definitely a delightful taste of debauchery before dinner…

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Sing For My Supper

365 Days

Coincidentally around the time my relationship with my Master began I started keeping a diary. It was really to try and develop the habit generally but it turned out to be fortuitous timing as in between the notes of people’s birthdays or appointments, there are unexpected milestones such as ‘the first time my Master fisted me’ or ‘Sir ordered me to make myself come in a public place tonight.’

This catalogue of smut amuses me immensely with its record of my training and a glimpse into what I find important enough to note in my life. It also shows me how things can change in just a year.

Because this time last year, my Master was planning the second threesome with his wife and me and I had absolutely no idea what that would lead to. I mean I knew there would be fun and orgasms but I never expected the emotions and relationship that developed from that night turning ‘the wife‘ into Princess and then into such an important person in my life.

I have a quite different relationship with both my Master and Princess. She is my girlfriend in the way that most people would imagine such a thing. We not only fuck but share that close friendship required in a relationship. My Master and I are friends too but in a very different way and I don’t wan to turn him into what I have with Princess as it works so well as it is.

But among my friends who know that I’m part of a relationship involving three people (and the question that wider society asks about relationships like this) is ‘don’t you feel second best to their marriage?’

And for me, the answer is definitely no. I never feel any less important because I’m not married to either of them. Other people might feel very differently but for me discovering that there is a style of polyamory known as ‘solo poly‘ was life changing. Put simply this is when you choose to be the ‘extra’ partner outside the marriage or ‘primary’ couple and aren’t seen as lesser for that role.

I never fitted well into ‘traditional’ or monogamous relationships before now. Even on the occasions when I was dating someone I really liked I felt restless and confined quite quickly and the relationships never lasted more than a few months. I assumed I was just being a bit of a diva who tired of people easily and was impossible to please or even worse, a bit of a bitch.

This latter suspicion was confirmed by the fact I felt very comfortable in the relationships I’d had with married men where I was basically the bit on the side. I disliked my part in their infidelity but couldn’t help enjoying the model of a relationship where I could see other people and continue to structure my life around myself as much as them.

My Master was completely honest with me from the moment we met that he was in a relationship and that Princess knew and agreed to him having other relationships. Slightly unfairly I took that statement with a pinch of salt as I’d heard it before with varying levels of truth to it and because I didn’t really care.

I assumed we’d have a sexually charged fling with no real emotion that would wear itself out and not really matter. So as the months passed and things were building up and it was becoming obvious that he’d been completely truthful about his relationship being open, something very odd happened and I started to be less interested in fucking any other men apart from him.

Everything I’d thought about who I was in relationships somehow seemed to have been turned on its head and I was a bit confused but extremely happy with everything. I’d always joked that my dream man lived on an oil rig and I saw him every three weeks and got my bed to myself most nights.

Then Princess came along a year ago and everything got turned upside down again and put back into place in new ways. I still wasn’t really interested in fucking other men apart from my Master (unless he was there too) but I was very interested in fucking her and getting to know her as person.

Plus I really liked this new relationship where there were three of us fitting together alongside the feeling of three different couples in the dynamic (me and my Master, Princes and my Master and me and Princess) and that sense that each of us was getting what they needed from the dynamic.

I had the full time emotions of no longer being single but with my living alone lifestyle, Princess had the female friendship and sex she’d been missing, Sir had his wife full time and the sexual enjoyment of his slut on the side. Having such clear roles that fit together so well certainly works for all of us.

I’ve certainly ended up getting exactly what I wanted but couldn’t articulate I needed because I had no idea relationships like this existed in a society that insists monogamy is the only way love can be valid. It might not work for everyone (and like all relationships, it does require work.) And trust and effort and acceptance and all the things that add to the very hot sex.

But how could I feel second best in something like that where each person’s role is just as important as the next? Here’s to many more years…

365 Days