Clean Cut

Princess often finds it irritating how every single day or week or month now seems to stand for something from National Apple Day to Bisexual Visibility Month to Honey Week (although I refuse to humour Steak and Blowjob Day until the sexist stereotypes fuck right off.)

But I was intrigued to see that September 4th is World Sexual Health Awareness Day because it’s a subject that still really needs talking about. In the last two weeks on Twitter alone I’ve seen people discussing a recent Durex campaign that insinuated you can tell who has a STI by looking because well turned intelligent people ‘aren’t like that’ and the frankly stigmatising site DaddyBear that assures you only HIV negative people can sign up.

STIs are also the first topic that comes up when the subject of polyamory or multiple partner relationships come up. A large number of people refuse to consider the validity of non monogamous relationships because apparently people in them are all disease ridden and therefore not to be afforded any respect.

I always blush slightly at that point because early on in my relationship with my Master in a yes, non monogamous relationship, I gave him chlamydia. Which I got from the married man I was fucking at the same time no less. A lack of care with condoms on my part showed me that ethical non monogamy and good old fashioned cheating don’t really mix.

But it also shows that passing on an STI is very often simple error, human nature and the power of bacteria and viruses to gatecrash even the best dates. I would always advise people to practise the best sexual health they can but not to beat themselves up if things go awry. In the same way you should wash your hands after using the toilet or take care with raw chicken, you wouldn’t consider yourself dirty and inferior if you passed the cold or food poisoning on to your partner.

Yet there is a real feeling of shame in society for people who have STIs as if those diseases make you morally inferior. There is something problematic of course if someone knows they have an illness and make no attempt to protect other people from that whether that’s not using a condom or not covering their mouth when they sneeze on the Tube (my disability makes me immune suppressed so probably more worried by a ¬†germy copy of the Metro on the Bakerloo line.)

But this shame and stigma simply worsens the problem. By suggesting that STIs are a moral failing you make people less likely to discuss the subject of using condoms or other barrier methods such dental dams with any sexual partner, especially ones they aren’t long term relationships with and it makes them afraid and ashamed to visit clinics for check ups and treatments.

Partly because it was essential to my job as a sex worker it’s been a long time since I felt any particular shame about visiting STI clinics viewing them as just as much a part of the NHS as all the other departments my chronic illness takes me to. But it’s clear to me that other people, including the NHS itself, do not see them like that judging by the shifty silence in the waiting rooms.

There’s always a Cinderella sense to them with euphemistic signage, hard to find departments, restricted opening hours you can’t book in advance and a vague feel of reprimand from the reception staff I find baffling especially when most of these clinics serve other aspects of sexual health too like contraception or smear tests. (And yet they wonder why women under 30 are failing to attend cervical screening tests as much as they should? What a puzzle.)

Yet when it came down to it and I discovered after a routine STI check at the fantastic Dean Street Express in Soho (which took me fifteen minutes including an HIV test) that I had chlamydia and had almost certainly given it to my Master, I felt incredibly guilty and disappointed in myself. I could see why people just do not want to have that awkward conversation especially if they fear being judged.

I stared at the text message of doom willing it away, drank several cups of tea to distract me and reassured myself that telling him was the right thing to do, especially because of Princess and that it couldn’t really be more awful than the only other time I had had to tell someone I had chlamydia.

Back in the days when I got round a lot of cock and wasn’t quite as sensible as I should have been, I ended up fucking a guy my very very coupled up housemate was obsessed with. On her boyfriend’s birthday when we were all in the pub she became paranoid that her fella could tell they had been having a torrid emotional affair for months. So in impeccable drunken logic I took said guy home for a decoy fuck so her boyfriend wouldn’t suspect anything. He turned out to be a spectacular fuck and didn’t leave for the entire weekend and definitely distracted both my flatmate and her boyfriend nicely.

Unfortunately it also gave me symptomatic chlamydia and I spent the next few weeks feeling like I had a dreadful kidney infection. I ended up with antibiotics and an awkward chat to be had on February 14th, having to phone my ex fuck to tell him I had chlamydia and he almost certainly did too. There’s never a good moment for that disclosure but accidentally interrupting his big Valentine’s Day date with the girlfriend I didn’t know he had took it to the next league.

My logic was that things could only go better this time with my Master and luckily they did. He basically sighed and shrugged like ‘shit happens’ and then we discussed best places to get antibiotics. I was mortified but he took it calmly and with concern for me as much as anything else and no annoyance at me for putting him and Princess in that situation. My other fuck buddy however was everything you don’t want when you have that conversation.

So while I’d still rather I’d never been in the situation with my Master it proved to me who I should be fucking and it’s not the man who gets angry or dismissive when you discuss sexual health or bodily autonomy. I ditched the fuck buddy and put my effort into my relationship with my Master instead.

It just goes to show when we don’t shame people for being imperfect or treat them like sexual lepers, they talk and trust more and the sex gets better no less…

Clean Cut

Twice As Nice

September is Bi Visibility Month which intrigues me because before I met my Master I very much considered myself 100% straight. Yes, I spent a lot of time correcting people who assumed I wasn’t because I had short hair and 90% of my friends weren’t straight but it never occurred to me that I might not be either.

I did spend as much time looking at women as men but having gone to an all girls school where being a ‘lemon’ or ‘lezzer’ was the second worst sin possible after masturbation, I assumed this fascination with women’s looks was an extension of my love of make up and fashion and staring was the analogue version of Pinterest or YouTube channels for eyeliner ideas.

Combined with my (apparently unusual) habit of rarely fantasising about future sexual experiences where I picture things I want to have happen but replaying previous sexual moments, I was confused into straightness by never picturing myself having sex with those women I thought about so much.

I was also aware of many of the myths and stereotypes around bisexual women and even when there was the odd occasion where I could have experimented had I chosen to (in hindsight I’ve been on more than a few dates with women I didn’t clock as dates at the time) I didn’t want to be that awful lipstick lesbian with a taste for tourism. Curiosity killed the cat and you shouldn’t play with someone’s pussy just for the experience.

As well as not wanting to dabble, I didn’t want to be the straight girl having a threesome with a guy and his girlfriend because she was bi or poly curious and he wanted to watch her with a girl but wouldn’t be keen if that threesome was MMF instead. I turned my Master down on that opportunity with another woman (who wasn’t Princess) on more than one occasion in fact leading to the only disagreement in our relationship so far.

I’m not sure what changed my mind. Maybe it was when a close friend at the time accused me of co-opting her bisexuality when I talked to her about starting to think about fucking my Master and Princess together and it pissed me off that it didn’t even occur to her that this might be more than me wanting to perform for the male gaze. The fact that her negativity put that idea in my own head definitely surprised and intrigued me and made me ready to try something new.

The only other thing holding me back was the fear of not knowing what I was doing and being a beginner again. There was certain amount of my sexual identity wrapped up in really knowing my way round a cock and while I was certainly learning all kinds of new sexual skills as my Master trained me, it was it was slutty enhancement rather than anything else.

In the end having overthought the whole thing so much the first time I had sex with a woman turned out to be life changing but none of the things I had worried about. My lack of experience wasn’t a hinderance and my enthusiasm surprised even me. That tiny fear that I wouldn’t like cunt after all was misplaced as I was more comfortable immediately with a woman I had doubted I could sleep with than many of the men I’d actively pursued over the years.

It helps that the first woman I had sex with turned out to be absolutely the right woman for me and that I’ve had all the opportunities I could have wished for to develop my relationship with her and Sir. I still don’t know how much I want to fuck other women because right now I don’t want to fuck anyone at all who isn’t Princess or my Master.

I’m not sure which would have surprised me more if you’d told me about it three years ago: sex with a woman or only wanting to fuck one man. I’m not sure I’d have believed you about either frankly when I first met my Master but now I was reading this piece from Cosmo about what I’ve learned from sleeping with women as well as men and agreeing with everything in it.

Actually that’s a change in itself for me not hating a sex article in Cosmopolitan….

 

Twice As Nice

Early Days

I’m becoming more of a morning person recently than I used to be. Princess used to tease me that I couldn’t fuck before midday because I’m so slow to get going properly in the mornings but she and my Master seem to be converting me between them.

So when my Master woke me on Monday morning by playing with my nipple piercings and pressing against my bare ass I enjoyed opening my eyes slowly to my kind of alarm call. I enjoyed feeling him stir even more when he put my hand on his cock and started getting hard under my fingers.

I hadn’t even moved from the position I’d woken up in only opening both my legs as much as my eyes before he was on top of me fucking me slowly and deeply. It was the most vanilla sex I think he and I have ever had and I wanted to pull him closer and deeper into me to embrace it as much as him.

I was intrigued to see that I can still, despite his careful patient training of my cunt, come from the missionary position and that his cock still feels fantastic without any toys or tying up or anything else. It’s quite the way to wake up in fact.

And it didn’t just make me and him horny but it woke Princess right up in the right way too. My Master could see her squirming and opening her mouth in the way that says her cunt is soaking wet as she watched and he told her to take her panties off and open her legs for him.

He went straight from my cunt to hers with his cock as she pulled him as tight as I had a few minutes earlier. I lay beside them in the half light of the morning still drowsy from sleep and being well fucked and listening to the sound of them fucking. The catch and gasp of her breath, the sound of her cunt getting slicker and wetter and then him giving her orders to come for him as he slapped her clit.

She’d barely stopped coming when he put her on her back and started opening her wet well fucked cunt up with his fingers. Two, then three with more groans and gasps and his fourth duck billing in and out of her cunt as his thumb grazed her swollen clit. He lubed his hand generously and fucked her by swivelling his hand in and out and side to side until she came again even harder than before.

It was glorious being a spectator to the intensity of their fucking but it felt like no effort to get up to join them when my Master ordered me over. He took my hand and lubed it for me before guiding it to Princess’s cunt and pressing it against how wet and ready it felt for more.

I barely had to make a movement as my fingers slid right in up to the widest point of my knuckles with incredible ease. A slight arch and twist of my hand curved my fingers round to tuck my thumb in and allowed me the pressure needed for sliding my whole fist inside. I leaned into her and she arched her back to push her hungry cunt against me and the two actions had my hand past that widest point almost instantly.

The sound of her sucking her breath in as she felt filled up matched the feeling of her cunt pulling my hand in up to the wrist with its own motion. Sir watched with his hand on his cock and added just the amount of lube I needed to let my wrist glide inside as deep as needed so I could open my hand out to close it again in a clenched shape.

I ¬†gently opened and closed my clenched fist so that it stretched Princess’s cunt wider as I fucked her. The motion of my fingers brushed against that swollen inner part of her cunt that might be her cervix but feels almost like another clit to play with inside. Either way the action made open her mouth so wide in pleasure it would have been a shame if Sir hadn’t slipped his cock inside it when he did.

It certainly meant she couldn’t say anything at all when he put the wand on her clit as I kept fucking her cunt with my opened and closed fist until she came so hard his cock disappeared down her throat and my hand couldn’t move anymore for the intensity of her orgasm around it as her cunt held me tight.

I couldn’t bear to pull my hand out of her cunt after that leaving her empty and aching for the feeling of fullness. My Master took pity on both of us and the opportunity for his own orgasm at that point. He pulled me onto my knees, still up to the wrist in Princess and fucked me knowing his orgasm was causing me to fist his wife at the same time. How could I not come again too feeling them both so close to orgasm?

No wonder we all needed a nap after that wake up call…

 

Early Days

Domestic Sluttery

Sometimes it’s the little day to day things in life that get your libido going. My friend who is a fetish photographer calls them ‘pervertables’. It could be using the wooden spoon you usually stir the sauce with to spank your partner as you fuck in the kitchen or using your tights to tie someone to the bed. They aren’t designed for kink but they work for kink.

And both my Master and Princess were in a pervertable mindset this weekend thanks to their new sofa. Their previous one was perfectly stylish but strangely enough not built for three people to fuck on at once. But they’d had a new one delivered and I was amused that both of them had the idea of christening it more foremost in their mind than asking if I liked the colour of the upholstery.

My Master instructed me to come dressed to fuck and that meant bare legs and a very tight skirt so I noticed immediately that that upholstery felt excellent on bare skin. I think my Master knew I was instantly in the mood but enjoyed the delayed gratification of making me wait and watch as the new waist trainer pushed my tits up and back straight against the cushions.

The sofa was extremely comfortable and the only reason I was squirming on it was the temptation to lie back on it and use it as the excuse to let my knees fall open and flash my bare cunt at both of them in sheer greed to start the fucking.

Sir could sense my impatience and told me to get to my knees on the floor instead. Instead of telling me off for disobedience, he put my collar back round my neck after I’d been without it for a few months. The weight of it on my neck went straight to my cunt and the click of it closing certainly went straight to his cock.

He took full advantage of having two women kneeling in front of him and had both Princess and I sucking his cock at once. But it seemed a shame to leave that lovely sofa out and he had me lying on my back on it in no time, taking turns between fucking me and having Princess over me licking my cunt to taste his cock on me.

Then he used all that space available to lift Princess up onto the edge of the sofa so she was standing on it with her back to him, facing the mirror with her ass up in the air so he could lean her over and fuck her incredibly hard while I lay beneath with my cunt getting wetter and wetter as I watched them.

I’ve rarely seen Princess take my Master’s cock harder than at that angle and it made me incredibly greedy for being fucked that hard by him too. Luckily my Master took pity and had me get up on my hands and knees for him so he could fuck me from behind while Princess lay under me alternating licking and playing with my clit.

And he fucked me as hard as he’d fucked Princess until he came into me so hard I collapsed face first into Princess’s cunt as she licked me clean and I enjoyed seeing how wet she’d got watching us fuck and didn’t want to take my face away again.

Luckily the sofa is large enough we could continue like that while my Master was able to sit and watch with his feet up and a drink in his hand…

Domestic Sluttery

Pride

Sometimes living in London feels like possibility rather than annoyance and Pride is one of those times. I met up with Princess and my Master after the parade to enjoy the atmosphere in Soho and indulge in some world class people watching.

I enjoyed seeing both of them so relaxed and revelled in watching them watch other people. I don’t get to see my Master’s same sex side very much and it both enlightening and hot to see what catches his eye in a man. I’d have enjoyed seeing him flirt too but you can’t have it all.

I also enjoyed kissing Princess in public and her marking me with her red lipstick (even if it did make me look sunburned on occasion rather than sexy!) And there was that warm sense of pleasure that came from watching other women notice her. With a rainbow tattoo round her thigh and some very sexy short shorts she certainly turned heads.

But I think my favourite moment of an excellent day was seeing three women holding hands walking together on Greek Street and being reminded that three is very often the perfect number…

Pride

Movie Night

I think my Master tolerated my disobedience this week better than I expected seeing as he suggested we went out for dinner last night and didn’t mention my behaviour before or after we ate.

Instead he suggested we all watch a movie over drinks. We managed about fifteen minutes of a bad drag queen film and he and Princess agreed it was the worst thing they’d watched since the first instalment of Fifty Shades of Grey last summer.

I have fonder memories of them watching that film than reading the books as my Master sent me some excellent photos and videos of him fucking Princess with a bottle to entertain themselves where the plot of the film failed to.

So in perfect (slightly tipsy) logic we decided to watch the second Fifty Shades film to see if it had improved at all. Spoiler alert: it hadn’t. In fact it’s possibly even less sexy than the books as even the masked ball scene that was moderately erotic in the novel ended up being flat and dull on screen.

The only bit we all approved of was a split second with a spreader bar where Mr Grey finally did something even remotely dominant but again we were surprised by just how non kinky Fifty Shades really is.

The film was either shorter than I imagined or we distracted ourselves with mocking it because it seemed to be over quite quickly and my Master rewarded us for our efforts by putting The Rocky Horror Picture Show on again since we’re all fans of men in stockings.

Princess was sitting in between my Master and I as we watched the film and I’m not sure when I noticed his hand had started to move along her bare leg. Maybe when I felt her squirm slightly against me, growing in intensity as Sir’s hand moved closer and closer to her cunt before he slipped her panties off and slipped his fingers inside her.

She slid down the sofa to allow herself to grind against his thumb on her clit and he ordered me to play with her cunt along with him and kiss him as I did. Princess nearly slipped off the sofa in pleasure as she came round both our hands.

Sir took advantage of her position to push her onto the floor on her hands and knees and strip her bare, pushing her face into my now glorious wet and naked cunt as he fucked her from behind. To show Mr Grey just how it’s done, he began spanking her ass so I could hear each slap on her bare skin and then feel her push further into my cunt as she felt each hard fast spank connect with her.

Princess has a particularly perfect ass for putting up in the air while on her hands and knees and for spanking. The sound of a hand or toy slapping against her skin sounds spectacular and goes straight to my cunt every time I hear it.

It was clearly having a similar effect on my Master because I’ve never heard him spank her so hard. The last slap across her ass before I came round her tongue was so hard and loud it actually echoed round the room and jerked her whole body forward and off my my Master’s cock.

He used the break to sit on the sofa and pull me onto his cock astride him and make me fuck him as he sat perfectly still and pulled my top down so my tits were exposed and easy to see jiggling with the effort of me pushing down deeply as I fucked him as greedily as possible while Princess watched and kissed him and they both took turns to play with my tits.

As soon as I’d made myself come with my Master’s cock , he pushed me off his lap and face first into Princess’s cunt with my ass up in the air. As soon as he started fucking me again, it was my turn to get spanked incredibly hard and the sound and motion of it sent me into that blissed out subspace where nothing except pleasure really matters to me.

I was completely focused on the playing with Princess’s clit and feeling my Master’s cock inside me as he pulled me against him hard enough to actually pop the boning in my waist trainer. It was only when he groaned as he came inside me that I noticed the film was still playing in the background.

He lay back and watched me lick Princess to a last orgasm just as Susan Sarandon asked us to ‘touch-a touch-a touch-a touch me’ and I was reminded what a kinky classic Frank n Furter really is

Movie Night

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