Apr 202011

“How do you feel?” he asked.

“Naked,” I replied.

“Naked is what you are, not how you feel,” he responded after a slight pause.

“No. I feel naked,” I insisted. “And vulnerable. A little embarrassed. Slightly humiliated.” This seemed to satisfy him.
“I also feel like your little naked pet.” THAT made him extremely happy, even though he only smiled slightly, his eyes never leaving the road.

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Whitman and I were visiting friends over the weekend, and as we traveled a four-lane highway through small town after small town, he looked at me and said, “Take off your pants.” I was a little shocked, because this wasn’t a particularly “Dom/sub” moment. I did as I was told, though.  Not that big of a deal, right? No pants. I’m in the car, who can see? We drove on for miles, chatting normally for about 15 minutes.

“Take off your panties.” I squirmed in my seat. “Really?” I thought, but did as I was instructed without saying a word. NOW I was feeling a little more uncomfortable. I mean, really…truck drivers could see in the window as we passed them on the road.

Another fifteen minutes or so had passed. “Take off your top.” Now clad only in my bra, I tried to keep up a semblance of normal communication, like this wasn’t KILLING ME to sit naked in a car hurtling down the highway. Whitman had warned me that the punishment for one of my Naughty Points would be hard for me. I had no idea how hard. I kept thinking to myself, “PLEASE let this be it. SURELY he won’t have me COMPLETELY NAKED.” Surely he WOULD.

What was I thinking?

Finally completely naked fifteen minutes or so later, I could no longer carry on conversation normally. Whitman gazed at me with a satisfied look. “Now masturbate.” I noticed the wetness between my legs (way back somewhere between removing panties and bra). I had been holding my legs tightly together since I was naked, and my thighs were wet already. My breath caught as I slipped my two fingers between them. I was shocked at HOW WET I was already.

I began to masturbate slowly, and leaned my head back against the seat, never taking my eyes from Whitman. I COULDN’T take my eyes from him. After passing through a few more tiny towns, he slapped my inner thigh. HARD, and said, “You can cum. I recommend it, actually.”
Within seconds, I was on the edge, straining my hips against the seatbelt that held me close to the leather seat. THAT made me even. wetter.
I came.
I didn’t care who saw.
It was for him.

Afterward, when I was dressed again, I just wanted to curl up next to Whitman with my head on his shoulder. Lesson learned. Really. Now, just 7 more points to go…

Apr 072011

Whitman and I were talking last night, and I began to reminisce about our first date(s). Somehow, rapidly (but not shockingly) the conversation turned to sex. We were talking about the new Naughty Points system that he instituted, and I told him how surprised I was by it.
I also told him how glad I was that he surprised me with it. And how hot it made me.

I earned points before I even knew we had a point system! He posted here about it, and I read the rules along with the rest of the world. It was perfect that way – the Whitman Sneak Attack. I had no time to ponder, dwell, or fret over the impending system. It caused me to IMMEDIATELY snap to attention, and focus my mind on HIM/us/my wet cunt. (I DO NOW have time to ponder and fret over impending punishments, though… When? What? How much?)

This may seem out of line to some people in D/s relationships where everything is negotiated and spelled out in advance. To me, this was just another example of the perfect evolution of our relationship, and especially the evolution of the KINKY parts of our relationship. It’s like Whitman just KNOWS me…maybe better than I know my SELF (and he’s right. As usual.
I DEFINITELY need some re-training).

I’ve always had a predilection for submissive sex, but shared that with very few people.
I’ve never explored it fully. I wondered out loud to Whitman how it even came up in our relationship. We’ve always been wide open emotionally and sexually with each other. I guessed THAT’S how it came up.

OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA Whitman, though, reminded me that I had started dropping hints early on, and he took it from there. (He’d grasped my hands in a certain way over dinner…I asked him about it the next day. He claimed it was innocent; I still think he knew what he was doing…even subconsciously).

It has progressed from that ‘innocent’ hand-grab, to light restraint and spanking to heavier restraint, heavier physical torment, sensory deprivation, breath play, denial (of whatever), etc., etc., etc.…
It’s like a never-ending flow of ideas and exploration.
I want it to keep going and growing. Forever.
I want to be everything to him. (We do have a very real relationship OUTSIDE of Dom/sub sex, but it is so fluid. We move from one to the other and back effortlessly.)

69_in_contemplation_lrgRight now, I want to explore further a service-oriented submission…kneeling at his feet, sucking his cock while he works, doing his bidding at mealtimes, crawling, corseted on hands and knees to bring him the belt to spank me. You know, just regular stuff. ;) I want to get to a really deep place of submission…to be able to stop battling with my ‘real world’ self about what’s okay and what’s acceptable, and just let. it. go.

I really, REALLY want to get to a place where I can FULLY appreciate his pleasure for just what it is, and focus on that… For instance, if he WANTS or NEEDS to have sex with someone else, (or wants ME to have sex with someone else, for that matter), I want to WANT THAT for him. That part might take me a while, but I’m working on it.

Mar 312011

As Whitman has mentioned, we had a fun time with the Easy Breezy Kit from Good Vibes. At the end of his tale, he mentioned that when he was done with me, I “started on him” and “that’s another post.” It is indeed another post, and here it is!

Easy Breezy After he’d made me cum with the Easy Glider knobby vibrator (that looks like a big candy pop), I said, “I think it looks like it would feel good in your ass. YOUR ass, not mine.”

I was sort of kidding, and really just HOPING he’d let me play with his ass again. It’s been a while, and I DO love to pleasure him that way.
I was in luck!

Whitman said, “Go ahead,” handed it to me, and I went to work. I used the Please cream lube all on the tip of the vibe and also drizzled it on Whitman’s balls and let it run down onto his ass. I slid the vibe in…the first knob was easy. I pushed on and the second knob popped in. I was worried about the third, but it was soon also enveloped in Whitman’s ass. I was SO TURNED ON by being able to do this for him.  His dick was hard, my cunt was wet, and I was salivating for his big hard cock. I turned the vibrator on low and he groaned, I turned it up and he groaned louder in pleasure. I reached up to stroke his cock, which was dripping with pre-cum.

I was kneeling between his legs, which I find amazingly hot, but when he turned over to his hands and knees so that I could milk his cock with a good downstroke and lick his balls all at the same time I was vibrating his prostate???


I thought I would cum without even touching myself. I licked, and stroked, and twisted the vibrator around until Whitman couldn’t take it any more. As he moaned with pleasure, he rolled onto his back again. I stroked him with my left hand, rolled the candy-pop vibrator around with my right, and licked anything I could with my tongue. Finally, he put his hands over mine, and together we stroked his raging hard on until he came…of course, I licked him clean.

Then I thanked him for letting me play.

Mar 252011

I like to drink. I love to have a glass of wine while cooking, or a cocktail after work.
Or a few glasses, maybe.

Whitman likes to drink. Same thing. Cocktail hour, wine with dinner, etc.
Or cocktail “hours,” that is.


Somehow, when we’re together, it seems like I get “DRUNKER” than usual. I think he does, too.
I don’t think that I actually drink that much MORE.
Maybe I’m love-drunk. Maybe he fucks me until I FEEL drunk.
Maybe the sum of the two of us together equals more drunky-ness than each of us individually.

So, during ‘cocktail hours,’ just like in the rest of our life together…the two of us together are SO MUCH MORE than we are by ourselves. I love it.
Is it five o’clock yet?

Mar 142011

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Mar 122011

One of the many (many, MANY, MANY) things that I love about Whitman is that he is dominant in such a sexy way.  It’s instinctive.
In real life he is completely charming and gentlemanly. He is forceful without being overbearing.
In our sex life, he is also completely charming and gentlemanly, and totally forceful without being overbearing.
However…he ALSO knows how to handle me, to speak to me, to look at me.
I’m helpless.

I’m a grownup, sexy (sometimes even HOT), independent woman.
Yet  I give myself completely to this man.
I want to fulfill his every desire.
I become his toy, his tool, his fairy making wishes come true.
I am his.

Here is what is so very hot to me: He doesn’t feel the need to boast about this power, or tell how he can force (“encourage” in his own special way) me to do naughty and humiliating things.
He certainly CAN share stories at any time, and I’m sure he WILL eventually.
But it’s not a NEED.

He can control me completely at any time, with just a look a word, or a motion.
He knows. I know.

Mar 092011

I was on my belly, and his full weight was on top of me, his hard cock deep inside of me, and his right arm around my neck, gripping my left shoulder. His sexy voice, so deep already, was ragged and rumbly with desire. “The next time I want to fuck another woman, what are you going to do? You’re going to watch. Maybe I’ll tie you to a chair and let you watch me fuck her cunt and her face. Then I’ll cum all in her pussy and let you clean it up. Would you like that? To clean my cum from her cunt with your tongue?” I could only nod. I might have managed a little whimper.

(When Whitman takes control of my body, he takes control of my mind, and my mouth. I can’t talk. I can THINK what I want to say, but it won’t come out. )

He continued, “Then you can clean her juices off of my cock. Maybe I’ll cum on her face instead, and you can clean that up with your mouth. Would you like that?” Again, a whimper and a nod from me. “The next time I see someone I want to fuck, you’re going to go talk to her, and make it happen. If you don’t, I’ll fuck your mouth so hard that you’ll be wishing you HAD done it with every breath that you try to take,” he said. “You’ll be gasping for air while I fuck your face, and you’ll be wishing you had actually put my cock IN HER CUNT, and licked her clit while I fucked her.” I whimpered in agreement.

( I was already breathless with desire at this point, and being pinned under him with pressure on my throat from his forearm only added to my breathlessness. And my desire.)

As he fucked me from behind and growled these directions in my ear, my juices puddled in the bed below me. I was dripping wet, and the more he talked, the wetter I got. I was picturing his gorgeous cock pounding a stranger’s pussy while I helplessly watched. “Maybe I’ll find a couple where the woman is the Dom and you and her man can sit together and watch like good little subs while we fuck.”

The next day he said of our  ‘discussion’ (as he called it – so sexy),
“Tell me quickly what you remember.”  I recounted the story above.
Whitman said, “I’m glad you were listening.”

Mar 062011

crazy for you

As Sex Fairy said here.

Mar 022011

imageI guess I had a dream, though I can’t recall it. It must have been the night prior, which I spent alone. By the time I got to my “Fairy” the next day, I wanted nothing more than to bury my face into her pussy. It was more a subconscious need, like a drug addiction I couldn’t shake, a high I absolutely just HAD to have.

We got into bed and I went to town. I think I was down there, licking, teasing, sucking, nibbling, biting, all with a smattering of hand stimulation, for about an hour. She eventually had to force me to stop following 6 or 7 orgasms. It just kept going.

I look forward to my next dive into compulsive cunnilingus.

Feb 232011

So, “What’s up with this “naughty spot,” you ask?

If you have kids or were a kid, you surely know about ‘the naughty spot,’ or ‘the time out chair,’ or ‘the naughty step,’ or whatever you call it. (Whatever happened to the classic: “GO TO YOUR ROOM!?”)
Maybe you DON’T know about ‘time out’ – maybe your parents BEAT you. Hopefully not. Anyway, THIS blog is like THAT spot.TimeOutChairPic

It’s the naughty spot for a couple of naughty bloggers. We have SUCH a naughty, delicious, sexy, and juicy story to tell, and were doing a pretty nice job of telling it, I thought…but things sort of got derailed. And now, after all the drama-dust has settled, here we are, in the blogger equivalent of the time out spot, even though I’d REALLY prefer a good spanking.