Giving

It’s my Master’s birthday this week and I think we all know I love giving to him. But I thought I’d be a little more traditional this week with an actual gift rather than an act of submission.

I had the fantastic Tom Starling* create this image of my Master fucking me and Princess to show the position that I think best represents the sexual compatibility (and relationship) between us. Sir is in charge while I submit and Princess is guided by his pace.

Each time is different as he likes it depending how much he’s stretched my cunt while Princess gets the reassurance of routine as we often end a threesome this way as it allows both of us to share his come. Me in my cunt, she with her mouth on my cunt while Sir watches us finish off.

The only downside to this position for me is that I can’t see my Master at that angle so I love seeing able to picture him in this way. I hope he enjoys it as much as I do…

*Tom custom created this image for me in less than a week and will use imagination or real life images to make your fantasies come to life. Quite the stocking filler for Christmas shall we say?

Giving

Submitting

Princess is away for a few days visiting friends and my Master and I were at a loose end without her to entertain us. Our minds both went to latex and submission almost instantly as an answer to our dilemma of what to do with ourselves.

It wasn’t much of a debate for me whether I should wear the latex stockings or my catsuit for Sir. Princess does not care for the feel of full latex (although she seemed not to be put off by me wearing the stockings the first time we fucked) so it seemed appropriate to make the most of a more receptive audience and dress right up for Sir.

I’ve spoken before about how my mindset for submission starts long before my Master walks into my house. It begins with deciding what to wear for Sir and builds with each deliberate act as I dress from sliding into latex to tightening my corset. Each act excites my mind and my cunt so that by the time I’m on my knees waiting for my Master I’m ready to be completely submissive.

And he built me up very nicely indeed with fifteen minutes riding the John Holmes toy on my living room before he let himself into my flat and took charge so that within seconds I was sucking his cock while still holding that huge toy in my cunt. Unfortunately while my cunt and mouth were incredibly willing, all that time on my knees had made my legs go to sleep and I couldn’t hold my position like I wanted.

So while chuckling at my misfortune Sir used the clear cut logic of a man getting his cock sucked and simply knelt down to make it easier for me to keep him in my mouth. I’m not sure he’s ever knelt in front of me before but not only did it feel incredibly subversive in the circumstances, it also made his cock feel incredible between my lips too.

Unlike Princess who has the skill needed to completely swallow Sir’s cock when she sucks him, I do not enjoy deepthroat and struggle to take cock too deeply as the act of gagging is not sexually enjoyable to me and tends to simply make me panicky. But at this angle of my Master’s cock being lower down than usual I was able to comfortably and confidently take his cock much further into my throat than normal and really savour it.

I haven’t just concentrated on sucking Sir’s cock for ages and I’d forgotten just how much I enjoy it. He tasted particularly good and I was quite happy when he moved from his knees to the sofa so I could just keep on using my mouth on him. The angle wasn’t just as deep but it still felt fantastic to me and judging by the sounds Sir was making he was thoroughly enjoying it too.

I would actually have been quite happy if Sir had told me to keep riding the toy inside me as I rocked my body back and forwards on my knees with his cock in my mouth and that he was going to come in my mouth. But I also didn’t object either when he ordered me off his cock and onto the toy as deeply as possible and told me to see if I could make myself come like that without touching myself or him.

I wasn’t sure if I could until he told me that under my blindfold he was watching me on my knees and stroking his cock in rhythm to me riding the toy. With that image in my head I couldn’t have held myself back from coming unless he’d pulled the toy out of my cunt to physically stop me. Few things go straight to my cunt more than the thought of my Master stroking his own cock.

Unless of course it’s my Master ordering me onto my hands and knees on the sofa and using his cock to fuck my John Holmes stretched cunt while using my corset to pull me closer onto his cock and feeling his whole body press and push against me with each motion. That goes so deeply to my cunt that it didn’t long to feel another orgasm building.

But I’d missed him using my corset like that to completely dominate and overwhelm my whole body and I wanted to make the most of every moment of it, stopping myself from coming to really feel his weight and warmth of his skin against the latex I was wearing. I only let myself come when he ordered me to stop holding back and came so hard my arms and legs gave way under me and I sprawled face first into the sofa cushions.

My Master pulled me back to my hands and knees with the corset and fucked me deeply to the point of plenty of noise and another orgasm for me before coming so hard into me that there was no way I could stop his come dripping out of me and down the shiny black latex I was wearing.

You know you have the right Dom in your life when you can enjoy the incredibly hot sound of his fresh come dripping out of you onto latex and the ground beneath you while you both catch your breath with his cock still inside you and then laugh together about the state of my upholstery afterwards….

Submitting

Happy Halloween

As I’ve mentioned before I loathe dressing up in fancy dress but I adore dressing up for purely over the top slutty reasons to make either my Master or Princess horny (and I certainly enjoyed the attention this hobby created when I was younger too.)

So when I ended up spending Saturday night with Princess and twigged that it was the night most people would do their Halloween dress up, I figured I should take advantage of that opportunity. First I went for the heavy smoky smudgy eye make up that just cries out to be smeared into a pillow you are face down in while being fucked because anything less would be a waste.

And secondly I went for a Halloween appropriate body suit without a bra to really show off my pierced nipples and put it with fishnet stockings and thigh high boots so that when I answered the door to Princess she knew instantly I had fucking on my mind.

I let her take her coat and shoes off before I ordered her to strip off and lick my cunt as I lay on the sofa legs spread wide watching her absolutely bury her face in my clit until she made me come twice.

She was bratty enough to keep trying to make me come a third time but I made her lie on her back on the floor and put my tongue on her cunt while she squirmed and asked for more. I do love to lick her cunt as she’s so expressive when I do. She lifts her feet up in order to open her legs wider and push herself deeper into my mouth so that I can suck on her clit and flick my tongue over it at the same time.

It never fails to make her come and this was no exception with her ass lifting up off the carpet with her cunt right in my face as she gasped out her orgasm greedily. And because she’s such a greedy girl, I pushed her back down on the floor and put the Doxy on her clit before she’d even stopped coming the first time.

She was half way to begging for more and half way to asking me to stop as she was so overwhelmed even pulling away from the Doxy momentarily which is very unlike her usual wand slut self. I did laugh at how firm she was when she practically hissed ‘put it back’ urgently the second she realised what she’d done.

And I enjoyed the power of turning the wand up higher and higher and holding it right on her clit as she tried to sit up and play with my cunt while I destroyed hers with her second orgasm in close succession. Her clit just begs for those deep rumbling vibrations and explodes into incredible orgasms that delight me every time.

I particularly enjoyed lying on top of her still teasing her with the wand on low power between her legs feeling her whole body still experiencing her orgasm as I pressed my soaking cunt against hers to prove just how much I enjoyed giving orders dressed like this…

 

Happy Halloween

Sunday Morning

My Master has discovered the advantages to waking up with two women before but luckily he hasn’t got bored of it yet. So when we all woke up together this weekend he didn’t protest too much about being in the middle of the bed with Princess on one shoulder and me on the other trapping him there.

But in case you think he’s lost his dominant touch letting Princess and I tell him what to do and not letting him move in his own bed, he can still give us orders. He told both of us to reach down and see which one of us could make ourselves come first to get his reward before lying back and watching both the women in his life playing with their clits while lying against his chest.

I used my piercing to my full advantage since it’s like a little sex toy I have at all times. Plus since I’d gone a month with my cunt not letting me have any fun with it I was ridiculously horny and being pressed up against Sir and Princess like this had me soaking wet in seconds. Even thinking back on it now has my cunt springing to life instantly.

I definitely came first and wasn’t shy about asking for my reward, spreading my legs the second Sir told me to and his cock slipped into me with ease as he flipped it round so he was on top of me. I love being fucked like that with my legs wrapped round his back and his cock deep inside with the feel of his full weight and body against me. It takes the missionary position and makes it kinky in a way that both fills me up with cock completely but crave more.

My Master was definitely enjoying having me pinned down and absolutely begging for more with my body but he was also enjoying the orders he was giving Princess to watch him fucking me. He made sure she had her hands behind her back and her legs open getting wet but not being allowed to touch me or herself until Sir let her lean down and lick my cunt briefly both stopping and going back to watching again as both reward and punishment.

Sir had used the intermission of her licking me to full effect lifting Princess’s new Doxy onto the bed without either of us noticing. He ordered her back onto her knees with her knickers off and me onto my back and pressed the Doxy against my cunt making me arch my back for it until I realised he was going to stretch me wide with it inside me.

Lying back in the darkness of the morning I couldn’t see just how different the size and shape of the head on the die cast Doxy is to my standard one so while my Master has fucked me with the Doxy before this involved actively submitting to him and trusting him all over again.

The shape was just different enough that it was more of a challenge to put inside my cunt than usual and I had a few moments of thinking I couldn’t stretch enough for it and even a second or two of enough discomfort to almost ask my Master to stop. But I love that feeling of pushing my mind enough to match the efforts my cunt can make for my Master.

It’s as much the act of submission as the physical side and I love that my Master is the only man I’ve ever been able to go that far with mentally. Something about stretching that emotional muscle is even more satisfying than just an orgasm and I crave it as much as cock with my Master so that sensation of slight discomfort was so worth it.

The Doxy slid right into my cunt with Sir’s instruction and when he turned it on he surprised me by telling Princess to get on top of me and rub her slick wet until now completely ignored cunt against mine so that she was using me as a sex toy on my Master’s orders. The die cast Doxy is strong enough to vibrate against her greedy cunt through mine and Sir wanted to see if she could make herself come that way.

Her cunt loves the Doxy so much that it can seek out any vibration enough to watch her fuck against me, the toy or anywhere else it is for her pleasure. She didn’t take long to push herself into coming pressed against me as Sir watched us fucking each other and as soon as she’d come he switched places with her to get back on top of me.

He took the toy out and used his cock to gauge just stretched my cunt was after the Doxy and it must have felt pretty good to him as he reminded Princess he wants hers to feel the same as he fucked me before coming hard inside me as Princess used the Doxy on herself to come at the same time as both of us.

I was very happy to end up the one in the middle pinned to the bed by my Master and Princess to end the threesome. That’s the advantage of three of you though. The positions and roles available have endless opportunities….

Sunday Morning

Base Urges

I enjoyed my Master’s texture challenge the other night even if it was less show and tell and more hide and seek inside my cunt at the time. It was interesting to focus on a different kind of feeling for once when masturbating and concentrate on tactile sensations rather than just the sensation of fullness.

This different focus kept me on my toes nicely to stop myself falling into my old bad habit of rushing orgasms when I masturbate so they don’t really satisfy me properly. Like snacking mouthfuls as you pass the fridge fills your stomach up but doesn’t engage or satiate your brain’s hunger, my tendency to come almost for the sake of it is wasteful.

That kind of functional orgasm does nothing for me. It doesn’t turn me on, it doesn’t help me sleep and it gives my sex drive the same sickly feel as eating too many sweets or snacks between meals. In a long term relationship that makes me as bratty as I’m ever likely to get but in my single days it lead to impulsive sexual decisions like being hopped up on sugar or food colourings from eating junk food.

One of the first things my Master did when he started training me was to regulate this tendency teaching to slow down and savour masturbating so I really got to know my body and feel the orgasms instead of the equivalent of bolting down the main course to get to dessert.

It really worked to focus me on his dominance and not my own flights of sexual fancy and  without being taught to pace myself and be less sexually superficial I would not have been able to submit to my Master properly or stretch myself as much as I have been. Psychologically I’d have lost my nerve if I’d rushed and physically it’s not a good idea to mix haste and large objects.

I haven’t been able to fuck properly for what feels like forever recently. First I was ill. Then that bout of bacterial vaginosis and the the antibiotics I took for it really knocked my cunt off course with it taking ages to get back to normal levels of lubrication. Then life has got in the way of seeing my Master or Princess to actually fuck and if that wasn’t annoying enough, my cunt now has thrush from the antibiotics. My body feels like one of those over stimulated toddlers that needs to sleep but forces itself to stay awake even though it’s miserable.

Some people just get really obviously horny when they go without sex. You know the kind that starts humping the furniture without totally noticing they are doing it? Other people use all that untapped energy to motivate them into other non sexual things like going running to burn off the frustration.

I get irritable and oddly un-sexual despite being incredibly frustrated and horny. It’s like if I don’t have sex I know I’m missing out on something but lose the ability to read the cue and just get grumpy and wound up emotionally while my cunt forgets to connect to my mind. I can’t tell if I’m tired, hungry, thirsty or horny until I’m reminded obviously like someone offers me a cup of tea or tells me to get on my knees for them.

I’m not sure why I’m so bad at translating my own bodily urges but it’s like I need constant reminders to work those almost primal muscles so they stay fit and active. I don’t really understand why my body’s response to a lack of things like food and sex in my day to life is to go into hibernation mode to wait out some kind of famine rather than actively seek out things that are essential bodily needs.

But I end up irritated and out of sorts but without the focus that I’m hungry or horny and need to go and do something about it. Instead I annoy myself with my bad mood and hope someone will offer me a sandwich or a threesome and then my brain finally makes the connection and starts communicating with my cunt or my stomach.

I’m in this stage at the moment but with the added frustration that my cunt is attention seeking in all the wrong ways and not welcoming the feeling of getting fucked. It’s like realising you are starving hungry and then discovering you can’t taste anything because you’ve got the cold.

If my body is forcing me to slow down so much my mind is starting to run away with itself  with ideas of submission to balance it out. I think I might have to ask my Master if he has any ways I can actively submit to him to keep me engaged but not likely to do something ill advised like fuck myself too soon out of frustration.

Only problem is that suddenly everything on that menu looks appetising to me. Now I know why women let men order for them…

Base Urges

Self Love

When Princess had things to celebrate this week and Sir wanted to mark the occasion with a little gift there was only one thing it could be. A beautiful glossy die cast Doxy all to herself. No more begging and borrowing mine as reward for good behaviour but her very own toy any time she wants.

She almost succumbed to the temptation to use it then and there before dinner but she delayed the gratification which impressed my Master (and me) no end. It does mean we get to try my Master’s idea of blindfolding her and seeing if she can tell the difference between my Doxy and the die cast version to prove her wand slut credentials once and for all.

But it also made think how different Princess and I are when it comes to masturbation. She loves it as much as fucking, treating it variously as pure enjoyment, self care and foreplay on a regular basis to the point I can almost always guess when she might be masturbating when she’s alone (although she usually surprises me with the number of times she manages to make herself come.)

I, on the other hand, very rarely masturbate especially for myself. I do enjoy masturbation when it is part of my training and submission to my Master or to prepare me for Princess. But I honestly can’t remember the last time I masturbated on my own terms. This is isn’t just because I’m so obedient to Sir’s orders but because it’s never really been my thing.

Before I started actually fucking I did masturbate to distract me from incredibly ridiculously horny all the time I felt as a teenager. I’d probably have done a lot better in my maths GCSE if I hadn’t spent as much time playing with myself when I should have been revising but as soon as I discovered cock in real life masturbation very much fell out of fashion in my world.

Given the choice between making myself come or finding a cock that could, I always picked the cock even if it meant getting dressed, going out and listening to a lot of small talk along the way. Maybe it was laziness or the lack of sex toys in my life at the time but I never looked forward to masturbation as an event in itself.

Even now it seems like second or third best to me and I can’t imagine just masturbating because I’ve got twenty minutes spare or need to get to sleep or had a stressful day. Instead of switching my brain off to concentrate on myself like that, it seems to send me more into myself in an unhelpful way and I find it surprisingly difficult to let go into an orgasm.

Focusing on someone else however relaxes my mind and my cunt completely and makes masturbation into something else entirely. Kind of a combination of enjoyment, performance and pleasure that really turns me on because it gives the other person the opportunity to masturbate too.

There’s something utterly glorious about that thought that makes my stomach pinch in pleasure and my cunt stretch open in anticipation. It’s my kind of audience and knowing I’ve got the feedback of turning someone else switches my brain off and turns me on like nothing else.

Maybe I just need to start asking my Master for permission to play more often and see if I can time it to when Princess is using her new Doxy since that won’t be as infrequent as I am….

Self Love

Meet Me

I met my Master at the tail end of a gruelling year in many ways from a bad break up with an ill advised boyfriend, family issues and two close friends almost dying. Plus for added cliche I had had a wobble about why I wasn’t married and having babies in my mid thirties as that seems to be last acceptable point at which to be single and childless without being seen as desperate or having missed your chance somehow.

In lieu of finding anyone who agreed with my seemingly outlandish idea that relationships didn’t require marriage, babies or mortgages to validate how serious they were I was having a clandestine affair with a married man I knew through work. Being someone’s mistress seemed like the best compromise between not settling down in the suburbs and my temptation to never date again out of sheer bloody mindedness.

In the middle of this I went to a friend’s wedding and met my Master. I don’t remember how we were actually introduced out of all the people there when I knew no one except the bride and he wasn’t actually meant to be there having only stepped in a plus one to help out a friend.

This slight lapse means that my first impression of my Master was thinking he’d be absolutely filthy and that I’d very very much like to fuck him. My second impression took months to actually work out but right from the start he calmed me down. My usual cunt first think second self would have pursued a quick fuck with him and probably still sat down in time for dinner never to see him again.

Instead he got me to behave immediately and actually consider for once that fucking and running wasn’t a good idea (especially since I’d already fucked the married man earlier that day.) Instead we flirted all evening and by text for several months, meeting once more for a drink but nothing more.

I couldn’t read the situation as it was unlike anything else I was used to. It was like he was setting a pace and instead of being bored by a lack of fucking I was enjoying the chase. It was a full three months before things progressed from potential pleasantries into perverted fun.

In the space of about twenty minutes texting one evening just before Christmas we discussed kink and I had my hand down my knickers for him greedy for the pay off of all those months of waiting.

But it wasn’t quite as simple as it sounds. My cunt loved the idea of being told what to do but my heart and mind wasn’t so sure about being controlled. I was in the process of stepping away from people who felt entitled to control my life and I was cynical about walking towards someone saying they wanted me to obey them from the outset.

I don’t know if my Master sensed just how skittish I was about trusting anyone at this stage in my life or if he just assumed that I was being cautious about committing to kink. But he went very carefully introducing just enough moderation to each filthy text based task to make sure I had to obey each stage to get my rewards from him without barking orders at me that would make me bolt.

He offered me the full D/s relationship up front or a fling if I preferred and unable to trust my own judgement after a lifetime of bad judgements with men I opted for the latter not realising he was training me from the very outset.

The first time we fucked he left work early after I gave him my address and left my front door open so a man I’d met twice could let himself into my house and find me waiting for him with my fingers in my cunt. In that moment he proved to me that he would not misuse the trust I was putting in him.

For the first time I understood that introducing a power dynamic to a relationship didn’t mean only one person had power but that it was shared. That you can’t have dominance without willing and active submission and anything else is an abuse. I had always been led to believe that to want to submit was somehow weakness on my part and an excuse to misbehave on other people’s but here was a man who valued that submission.

It was incredibly hot. I don’t think I’d ever had as many orgasms as in that first six months that my Master was training me. But I also found it incredibly challenging. Considering how naturally it came to me to submit, it was an active effort to keep trusting and believe that the developing relationship was genuine.

The hardest part for me was that my Master never gave me any reason to doubt or distrust him and so I knew all that fear and hesitation was coming entirely from me and my baggage and that the only way for me to get past it was to outrun it. If I’d discussed it with my Master I knew I’d just be bringing a different edition of the same shit with me in my head.

Instead I kept going to see my therapist and concentrating on being so present in my submission I didn’t have room to carry anything else with me in my head that distracted from it. I didn’t imagine where the relationship was going or what it meant for the future (possibly a bit too much so I didn’t quite realise what the offer of the collar really meant from him at the time.)

I was just sure there would be a moment when the submission and my ability to trust would feel equally easy and create an equilibrium and I’d know that that shit was in the past rather than trying to muscle in on the present all the time.

And I was right. That moment was actually the first time my Master introduced Princess and I in our first threesome when I went from thinking ‘what if?’ as if looking back about everything he instructed me to do and started thinking ‘why not?’ as if looking forward. That  moment I began to trust myself as much as I trusted him.

Being my usual slightly slow self it took me a while to see the emotional significance of the particular moment but now makes perfect sense. I can’t imagine a relationship with my Master without Princess and vice versa but at the time I simply couldn’t believe how different my life was in the space of a year with my Master being so patient with me.

Turns out you can do a lot when you trust the right person to make decisions for you….

Meet Me