Heating Up

I am usually a pale Irish person wrapped up in layers like a human onion and having a passionate affair with my electric blanket and revelling in cold weather. But I am absolutely loving this hot weather in London at the moment.

Normally hot weather gets me super horny and ready to reach for the ice cubes but I’ve been a bit distracted by the ongoing life admin of the last month and the my bed still isn’t quite ready for human visitors again sadly so my libido hasn’t reached quite the heights of the thermometer yet.

But I’ve been rediscovering the simple joys of spending times lying in parks in hot weather with people you want to fuck. There are few more enjoyable things than this for me. Something about the heat, the fact you aren’t wearing that many clothes and being relaxed and lazy creating both intimacy and the thought of fucking later. It’s such a rare pleasure in a climate like ours and I love that I’ve been able to do it so often this summer.

My Master and Princess and I made the most of Pride a few weekends ago lying in the park together after they were on their floats. We got delightfully tipsy and took advantage of the fact Pride is not only the day you can be openly LBGTQ+ in the city but openly polyamorous too. We could laze around all afternoon obviously touching each other like partners can do to show affection and ‘coupledom’ which otherwise might cause people to react strangely.

We made even more of it by walking hand in hand across the as the three of us to Vauxhall for a night out before coming home to fuck on the sofa, made horny by public shows of affection, vodka and how relaxed London is at Pride.

Princess sat astride me while I put the Doxy between my legs and fucked herself against it like the biggest cock possible while my Master watched us cock in hand and we all tumbled into bed sleepy with alcohol, orgasms and the heat. He was even hornier next morning with his hangover and fucked me so hard and deep for long I could feel it in my cunt for the rest of the day each time I moved position lying in the park again all day.

It reminded me of long hot summers when I was younger when heat made me seek out cock even more than my usual slutty self. There was the summer of 1995 when I had finished my GCSEs and Northern Ireland found peace for the first time. My shifts at a diner that opened til the wee small hours gave me ample opportunity to meet men all summer.

There were countless nights coming home in the broad daylight of dawn, knickers stuffed in my handbag after staring off drinking on sunny evenings and dancing indoors in the dark forgetting it would be bright again when you stumbled out the club or house party.

Then there were long afternoons in the park with the guy who would become my boyfriend where I pretended to be a good girl who would only let him put his hand down my bikini bottoms when he’d rolled me one of his excellent joints. I’d suck his cock in his baking hot bedroom with the windows so wide open the neighbours could probably watch and then do the same at work in the walk in freezer with the door propped open so anyone could have caught us.

Those long hot summers that feel careful and endless are perfect for fucking and I was lucky enough to get another one just after I moved to London. I seemed to spend the whole summer in a bikini top and a denim skirt that barely covered my ass soaking up the company of men who looked good with low slung jeans and no shirts on.

I kept my cunt shaved so the only bush in town was the ones I’d lie behind so one particular guy who liked the great outdoors could lie on his back drinking a beer and chatting casually with his friends while subtly stroking my cunt and making me come silently and secretly as if nothing was going on.

I also had a semi regular thing going with a beautiful man from Australia who seemed to bar tend in all the best dive bars and clubs under a railway arch over the city. I’d get a text telling me where every so often and turn up to avail myself of the free drinks he’d pour me until I was tipsy enough to follow his orders to flirt and dance with other men knowing it turned him on.

I’d be pressed skin to skin to a strange man feeling that frisson of heat and sweat in a confined space knowing that if I looked over the bartender would be watching me and his cock would be hard. We’ll fall in cabs after his shift and behave in disgraceful ways that Uber ratings have rendered impossible in 2018 but that got him well and truly ready to fuck all night.

But the best nights of that summer were with another semi regular fuck buddy who happened to live in the OXO Tower. I never established if he was lucky enough to have the coveted social housing in there or the sub-let of all time but high above the South Bank looking out over the shimmering heat and sparkling lights as the river reflected both back up again, it created a London bubble of misbehaviour I revelled in.

Tucked a few floors below the posh restaurant, barely visible from the street and with balconies big enough to keep the neighbours away, I spent more than one night there kneeling down, sucking his cock and staring up at the London scene around me. Other evenings we both stripped naked, drinking chilled white wine on the balcony and fucking.

I seem to recall losing a pair of panties over the side of the balcony on on occasion and walking home with a breeze up my skirt failed to curb my horniness or sluttiness. In fact thinking about it makes me think I need to up my slutty game this summer while the heatwave lasts….

Heating Up

Write It Down

It always amuses me that how private my Master is in public. He’s not in the least an attention seeker in day to day life and he keeps his filthy streak tucked away for people who care to notice. (It happened to be my first impression of him which tells you a lot about me.)

But once you get to know him and see his private side, he love exhibitionism and to assert that sexual streak. He loves having people notice me and Princess and uses the public gaze as part of his dominance. He loves to fuck where people might see or there is that sense of frisson that you might get spotted by someone.

I am the complete opposite in many ways. I have always dressed in a way that tends to attract attention and people tend to notice me even when I’m not aiming to be visible but sexually I’ve always like secretive and furtive. The idea of fucking for an audience makes me clench tight and not in a good way.

But submitting to a man who enjoys showing me off is a hugely important part of my life so I’ve challenged myself to be less hidden sexually. Blogging has become a real pleasure and I love fucking objects on camera by myself yet found fucking Princess on camera when we made some porn for my Master’s birthday a real challenge.

But my Master’s orders to be slutty out in the public realm no longer scare me quite as much as they used to and I look forward to them.So I was all ears when he rewarded me for surprising him with the publicness of the guest post for Girl on the Net and wanted to make show it showed me off.

I was to take my laptop to a cafe or bar and write my next post publicly knowing that someone could theoretically see over my shoulder at any time. But first I was to fuck myself with both the John Holmes dildo and the Belladonna Bitch Fist toy in the bathroom of the cafe and make sure I was still gaping from an orgasm with each.

There’s a cafe near my house popular with cyclists and cycle couriers that seemed like an excellent place to admire the sights on a Saturday afternoon and take advantage of how noticeable a woman without any sign of a bike is in there. I wore the ridiculously revealing dress from last weekend that caused my Uber driver to take two wrong turns in a ten minute drive because all he could see in his mirror was my tits spilling over.

I definitely noticed that slight twitch to attention of a man’s head when they notice a woman walk by as I went to the loo, knowing my presence had been felt. I also knew the cafe was mainly frequented by men because the toilet was clean but dark and tiny and I had to use the suction cup of the dildo to help me crouch over it fucking that massive cock like I was on top until I came.

Walking back out I was sure I looked like my legs were shaking and I had a guilty look on my face. I picked out a seat where I could watch and be watched and started writing well aware that both the dildo and my cunt were still wet as I did. I particularly enjoyed flicking back and forward linking to old pieces on the blog knowing many of them had photos and wondering what might be visible in the process.

Before I left I went back to the bathroom, cunt still wet and urge to misbehave publicly yet privately still strong and tried to fuck myself with the fist toy too but the lay out of the toilet defeated me and sent me home for a little editing shall we say?

Just as well I have some photos from previous occasions to share properly then….

Belladonna Bitch Fist toy in cunt

 

Write It Down

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

Collared

I know I’ve spoken about my Master collaring me before and that no other man has seen my collar in person which speaks volumes for me. I’ve always loved that my collar is small in size but has big significance day to day but I’ve never worn a collar that was publicly obvious.

But when I saw my Master the other day he slipped a heavy metal collar round my neck just before tying me up and fucking me. I was distracted by his cock in my mouth while he was fastening it so I was surprised to find afterwards that it was locked shut with a bolt that needs a key to loosen it.

And I liked the collar a lot. Not only is it rather beautiful to look at, the weight of it felt fantastic around my neck and the sound of the O ring clinking against it reminded me of the sound of us fucking. I would have been disappointed to take it off straight away. Luckily my Master had other ideas in mind and he decided to leave me locked into it overnight so I could go out in public in it.

First I had to sleep in it. Surprisingly I found the weight of it comforting overnight. I was aware enough of it to have a ridiculously horny dream about him fucking me while being watched by another man as he described how my well stretched cunt.

Then I went out in it in public. I was pleased it was a warm enough day to not need a scarf so the collar was very obvious in the sunlight as I walked up the road. My Master liked the attention I was getting too and set me a little challenge to make myself come three times while out and about.

Not sure if it was the order or the weather, but I felt warm enough at that point to need to take my coat off as I walked to the first place I knew there was a changing room I could use. I can’t remember the last time I made myself come with just my fingers and it took me much longer than I expected but felt good when I did.

A few more errands and I stopped again in another changing room. This one was incredibly quiet and something about the silence and the sheer sense of inappropriateness of the situation helped me come much quicker than the first time.

I decided I needed a little delayed gratification for my third orgasm as my Master was surprised by the speed of the second one. So I went shopping to distract myself (although my first port of call was to buy a cucumber for later…) and something interesting happened.

For the first time I can remember there was no harassment from any men while I was out. Instead of the usual constant low level of bullshit I get daily when I’m out and about, like the three different men who called me a slut the other day in the time it took me to buy a milk, there were only glances and respect.

My collar told those men that someone owns me and they need to respect me as someone worth claiming and they need to respect the man who owns me so no more harassment or catcalling. Setting aside my wish that the patriarchal society we live in would respect me as a woman generally, I loved the power and sense of security the collar gave me as I walked around.

That made me horny enough to enjoy making myself come a third time in my third changing room of the day. My cunt was still feeling tender from just how well fucked my Master left me the day before, but I enjoyed fucking myself with the tip of the cucumber. Especially thinking how many men had been reminded that afternoon by the collar that they would never get the chance to do the same.

What I wasn’t expecting when I told my Master about the effect the collar had was that he had no intention of unlocking it all weekend and that if even if I asked very nicely there was no chance of taking it off as he and Princess had just left London for the long weekend…

Fucking myself in a public changing room with a cucumber

Collared

Bonds

My best friend is brilliant. She’s a gorgeous butch dyke with the sharpest hair cut and sense of humour I know. And she’s the most accepting person I know without straying over into enabling or ignoring my mistakes.

She’d been hoping since we met that I might actually be queer or amenable to experimentation and while I’m sure she was the one who hoped to convince me to cunt, she admired my Master for getting me to try it out.

So you can imagine how I pleased I was when she met Princess and liked her. But what most people won’t be able to imagine is how pleased I was when she wanted to both fuck Princess and be her friend.

In my friendships and relationships with the people I care most about I like to share the things that make me happy. I don’t believe in possessiveness or exclusion. Essentially I am always happy to offer to share my playthings with people who appreciate and respect the invite rather than keep them to myself.

It works very well for me that my Master likes to share Princess with me and me with both other men and the readers of this blog or Clips 4 Sale. A huge attraction to him was that he wasn’t looking for another girlfriend but a submissive and I love seeing him and Princess together as a couple.

I think that idea is quite challenging for most people who’ve been taught monogamy is the only way to have a relationship or that three’s a crowd. And even the ones who are more used to the idea of open relationship might not extend that to friendships too.

But I love the idea of my best friend flirting with Princess and I love the idea of Princess responding. She looks so innocent around the more experienced more dominant dyke. Yet the first time they met, Princess rendered my friend speechless and blushing by mentioning out of the blue how she liked to masturbate to videos of me fucking myself with candles.

So they are well matched to play fantastically flirtatious games together. I have no fear of falling out favour with either of them and I doubt my Master is anything more than entertained by the whole idea. He certainly liked hearing how Princess kissed my friend hello on the cheek the other day seconds after being face first in my cunt.

I’m certainly intrigued to see where a girls’ night in (or out) goes in the next few months…

 

 

 

 

Bonds

Superpowers

Since my Master had carefully planned a threesome for exactly a year since my first with him and Princess, I thought I should make a little effort for the event.

Getting dressed up for the first one certainly helped me overcome my nerves beforehand but I loved that getting ready on Friday was more about excitement and anticipation than apprehension.

I actually dug out the photo of my outfit from last year and I liked it but I laughed at the corset. Not even steel boned back then, my waist has been trained down five inches in total in 365 days and I can lace myself into it almost as tightly as my Master can.

I wanted to wear something that shows how much I enjoy these threesomes and don’t take them for granted after a year and I also wanted to create a response in both of them. So what else could I choose to wear but the black bodysuit I had to buy after making myself come in it recently?

I picked out a leather skirt to wear with it and look like a total domme and then I thought about how I didn’t own a skirt the first time I walked up the road to fuck my Master in his bed. So I took the skirt off and just wore the bodysuit on its own.

All it needed was some fishnet stockings, a black corset, thigh high boots and a very demure long black coat to cover it all for the walk. There was definitely a cheeky hint of fishnet clad thigh on the way, but I actually looked less slutty to passers-by than when I went out in shorts recently.

But I did want to make a big revel to my Master and Princess when I got there and luckily they were both lying on their bed together when I got there looking almost sleepy. I took my coat off and walked into their bedroom and they both sat straight up.

Together but in their separate ways they’ve turned me into a massive show off so I very much enjoyed the reaction to the fact I was basically dressed like a slutty superhero. Definitely reminds me to polish my superpower of stretching my cunt.

And my Master started me off again by immediately pulling me astride him and pulling the bodysuit open and pushing his cock inside me…

bodysuit-shot

Superpowers

Impulse Purchase

My Master is a man who likes details. Sometimes I think details turn him on as much as latex or a stretched wet cunt or giving orders. Luckily I am also a details person so I look forward to those little enhancements to his orders and tasks.

So I wasn’t surprised when my task to find three slutty looking outfits also involved fucking myself wearing them but I knew I needed to add details to the encounter to impress him.

I started with a little sparkle. A very tight low cut gold top that barely held my tits in place as I sat on the bench in the changing room with my legs wide apart and the toy inside me as I sent my Master a photograph.

gold-top

Once I had both hands free again, I lifted my feet up against the wall opposite so the toy slipped deeper inside as I fucked myself hard and slow legs as far open as I could get them. It didn’t take very long to give myself an orgasm like that much to my Master’s approval and amusement that someone else would be buying the top afterwards.

I thought he’d like the second outfit even more though. A very tight black leotard that gave quite the view of my tits and new waist and my legs all at once. I was tempted to wear it over the fishnets for full impact but that would have meant ripping them to fuck myself and I think I prefer the idea of him doing that.

For full effect this time, I stuck the John Holmes toy to the floor and rode it with the leotard pulled to one side, fucking myself so hard the buttons on it popped open and I made my legs hurt with how hard I pushed down onto that massive cock until I came again.

riding-toy

Luckily both my Master and I liked the look of the black leotard so much I wanted to buy it even before I pretty much ruined it with lube and my own wet cunt so I didn’t mind taking it off too much.

My third outfit was a very clingy Nineties style silver dress which reminded me of being a slutty teenager fucking in alleyways on nights out. I pulled the skirt of it up and bent over the bench and fucked myself from behind with the toy until I came for the third time in about fifteen minutes.

 

My legs were shaking as I got dressed again in my own ridiculously slutty outfit and took the black leotard out to buy. I’d tried to make sure it was presentable before I left the changing room but I’m sure from the look the guy behind the till gave me I hadn’t entirely managed it…

Impulse Purchase