Rambling

Ok…today’s post is about me rambling. So forgive me if it doesn’t make much since. Last night I was talking with Sir. He was asking me all sorts of questions about how I felt about our current relationship. I found it really hard to answer him. I am not sure why except that it is hard for me to find words to express how I feel. I seem to be able to write about all sorts of subjects and I am very open and honest about what I am writing about but for some reason when it comes to actual talking I find it so hard at times.



I think I am afraid that what I say will be turned against me in some way. That I don’t have time to think before I speak like I do when I am writing. It is not the fault of Sir that I can not open up to him. And I hope he understands that it is not personal. As you all know I was head over heels for Master C for some time and when he emotionally hurt me I felt broken and still do in some ways.
I never once spoke about what happen with Master C on the blog. I did this because I didn’t want to disrespect him or sound like I was some out of control bitch. So I kept all my feelings bottled up and when Sir was asking me questions I just couldn’t bring myself to just spill it, about my feelings or what is simply going through my head.


Ok, I know this post doesn’t make much since but I spit it out and I feel somewhat better now. Thank you…

Last Night's Fantasy

You've been teasing me all day - flirting, playfully smacking my ass, planting kisses on my neck when I'm otherwise occupied. You've made it plenty obvious that you're horny. Do you want me? I think so. Let's go then. Strip off your clothes and hop into bed with me. I shed my clothes, letting them fall to the floor. You beat me to the bed. I smile at you. I slip under the covers and join you. Your body is warm against mine, hot to the touch. I press myself against you, pushing my thigh in between yours. You kiss me sensually. Your lips brush over mine. I slip my tongue past your lips and violate your mouth. You respond hungrily. Your hands come up to the back of my head and tangle their fingers in my hair, drawing me closer. My hands slide over your chest to your back. I pull you tight to me, crushing my breasts against your chest. My nipples are hard, pressing into you, they send an ache through my pussy. I groan. Your thigh tightens over mine. My hands move down to your ass, cupping it. Your hips rock forward pushing your hard cock into my clit. My hips respond by grinding into you. Your hands move down to my breasts. Your fingers deftly circle my nipples sending shockwaves through my body. I moan into your mouth. God. I need you. My hands find yours and we intertwine our fingers, holding on tight. I kiss you greedily now, my hips grinding harder against your cock. You're thrusting up into me forcing your cock to skid over my pussy lips. God. I'm so wet. I know you can feel my wet heat covering you.



You move my hands over my head and push them down into the bed, pinning me. I break our kiss and you smile down at me. "You are mine today," You whisper. "I'm going to use you. I'm going to control you. I'm going to work you until you beg me to fuck you." I groan. I struggle a bit against your hands but you push them down firmly. You lean down and tease my lips with your tongue. My head comes up trying to kiss you and you pull away, teasing again. You lean down across my body and crush your lips against mine.

I love your taste. I move my hips in a rhythm now. My thrusts meet yours. We are covered in my juices and your pre-cum now, your cock is slick against my slit. My lips slide off your mouth and kiss my way along your jaw line. I trail my mouth down your neck kissing, and licking. I take your mouth again, hard. Your mouth responds, frantic against mine. I can feel your urgency. I rub myself harder against you. God. I can feel my own body reacting to you. My pussy is starting to pulse. I'm coming close to the edge. I use your hands as leverage now, driving back against you. Your cock is throbbing under me. I can't take it any longer. "Please, Sir "please fuck me. I need you. I want you. Please fuck me." I kiss you hard, shoving my tongue back in your mouth, fucking you with it. At the same I angle my hips and press your cock head to my pussy. In one move you slide deep inside me. You don't let up. My tongue continues to fuck your mouth as I start to fuck your cock. Your hands grip mine hard, your hips pushing up into me. You fuck me hard, pounding down onto me.


My orgasm hits me hard. I break our kiss and cry out as the waves of pleasure overtake me. You can't hold back. The pulsing of my pussy around your cock pushes you over the edge. Your hips raise up and you thrust hard, shooting your hot spunk deep inside me over and over. We convulse together, moaning, gasping for breath. Such pleasure, such exquisite sensations rock through us. I kiss you again, passionately, feeling the pulsing of your cock as it empties every last drop into me.

Phone Sex

I was thinking this morning of a past experience that I with my exboyfriend of 7 years. I may have written about this before and if I have I apologize. But I just had this kinky story in my head. At least for me it was kinky.

Men are horny horny creatures. And when given the chance of anything sexual they jump in head first. Am I wrong? Lol


Bf and I were in bed one night. And we were getting into it when we decided to call random numbers of people / men. I am quite loud in my orgasms so when these men would get my phone call they could hear what was happening. The harder he would pound me the louder I would get. I do not know what these men were doing on the other end of the line but each one of them listened to the conclusion. It was very hot on my part knowing that someone was on the other end.


How would you react if you got that phone call? Would you listen? Would that turn you on? Please I got to know… Gee, I must be horny today.

BEEEP!

BEEEP… (a minute later) BEEEP… I must be dreaming. BEEEP… The dog is crying downstairs. BEEEP… there must be something wrong with the house alarm. I let the dogs out. BEEEP… WTF, this sound is driving me crazy. BEEEP… I check all the door and window sensors BEEEP… The dogs scratching at the back door to be let back in. BEEEP… Shut up!! BEEEP… I found it, it’s the smoke detector on the 2ed floor. BEEEP… I can’t reach it, now I have to look for the step stool. BEEEP… I am so annoyed, back down stairs and outside to the laundry room. BEEEP… Drag the stupid stool up the stairs. BEEEP… I grab the stupid alarm off the ceiling. BEEEP…Shit! I need a screwdriver to get the back off this stupid piece of crap. BEEEP… Back downstairs I go, outside to the laundry room and open my little tool box, take out the tiny screwdriver. BEEEP… I’m wide awake now and not very happy. I take the thing apart pull out the battery. Then throw the whole thing in the closet.



The time is 2:42 AM. I am wide awake, there is a hole in my ceiling, and the dogs want to sleep in my bed now. Why does the battery have to go low in the middle of the night? Why does it have to beep like that? I am not the type of person that gets frustrated easily but I hate when I am woken in the middle of the night and I have to function. (Warning to all men out there with your crazy ideas…lol)

Sex, Drugs, and Rock & Roll

I love to listen to Howard Stern on my drive to work every morning. And what I love best is his interviews. He always asks the questions no one else will ask. Today he had Steven Adler with Guns & Roses on the show. OMG…that man lived one crazy life.



He talked about all the drugs he and the rest of the band took. I am surprised he’s not dead. But the best part of the interview was the sex. Adler was talking about being on the tour bus with 9 women. He was getting laid up to 15 times a day at one point. He then talked about having group sex, constant blowjobs, sex where 3 men were doing 1 girl. How in the world can anyone have so much sex and be alive today to talk about it? He was (and maybe still is) out of control. A true sex addict.


I could never have sex with a guy like this but the stories he told had me rolling on the floor laughing. LOVE YOU HOWARD STERN

Polyamory

Last night I was watching Strange Sex on TLC (I think that’s the channel) Every week they talk about an new aspect of sex that is different in some way. Last night they talked about polyamory. I had never heard of this term before but it was very interesting topic. It is when a person or persons have more then one lover. (And every one knows about it) Sort of like an open marriage, I suppose. The show featured a woman who lives with 2 men. The 2 men were in love this one woman and they all live together. (The show didn’t mentioned if the men loved each other) The woman had a child with one of the men and all 3 of them raise the child together. It seemed like a very loving companionship. I imagine there has got to be some odd conflicts at times…ones the rest of us would not comprehend.


It was said the there are about 500,000 people who live this lifestyle in the US. Do you know anyone who lives like this? Would anyone here ever think about living in this type of relationship? Does anyone know anything about this? I would love to hear from you.

Gotta Love Your UPS guy

OK, I just had to post this… Where I work we have the cutest UPS guys that deliver. And yesterday I was playing around with my web site and the UPS guy catches me. He gets all cute on me as starts asking me questions about the site. And I am not sure why but I told him it was mine. I don’t think he was real surprised because some time ago he caught me watching porn on my computer. (soooo embarrassing) Anyway he wanted a link to my web site and I gave it to him. I must be crazy for doing that but how can I turn down someone with the cutest baby face.



Anyway…back to work

Fantasies

Do you have a rape fantasy? I think most people do… I would love to know what that fantasy is. Are you the one being raped or the rapist? Is there a break in? Do you fight? Does anything go or are there rules between the two of you?

The thought of having rough sex, pain or being forced to do something outside my comfort zone completely turns me on. Even the thought of being outside in a semi public place is a great turn on for me. I read on Heather B’s blog today of taboos… We all have them I am sure. But the thought of doing something that is “not vanilla” is terribly exciting. It is what turned me on to D/s in the beginning. Now I know it is much more then that but the sex part of D/s is such a powerful act.

Please share your comments on your fantasies or taboos. Love to hear them.

Punishment

As a submissive / slave punishment is part of what we accepted when we entered into a D/s lifestyle. It is this term of punishment that vanilla persons seem to have issues with. (I’m guessing) Slaves seem to enjoy pain with their pleasure and seem to enjoy being the submissive one but true punishment isn’t fun. The Master has to know when and how to administer that punishment without abusing his power.



I was reading an article that made a lot of since to me… There are 2 types of punishments. 1. Natural Consequences – This is a result when a slave (or anyone) doesn’t obey the rules and a negative result occurs. A Master that is aware of this concept can use it as a training aid. If used properly it not only improves obedience but also can help improve self – image, thoughts, and behavior.


2. Logical Consequences – are a negative result if failing to understand or ignoring the rules that are placed by the Master. According to the article 3 rules should apply when determining the punishment for the slave.

           1. Attitude- The Master should not apply consequences out of anger. The consequences should be well thought out and appropriate to "fit the crime." The purpose is to modify the slave’s behavior so that it pleases her Master.

            2. Choices - In slave training the consequences should be designed to show the slave that their is a price to pay for disobeying her Master. She has no choice but to follow her Master's rules and protocol. She has no choice as well in determining the logical consequence that follows her failure to obey. She is subject to what her Master determines is a logical consequence to her actions. By choosing slavery she has given that freedom of choice to her Master. The choice of a consequence to be taken can be discussed between Master and slave, but the slave must realize that the choice of the consequence belongs to her Master. Her only choice is obedience.

             3. Another important aspect is that action, instead of words, helps ensure success fewer  mistakes in the future. A logical consequence is usually more than just words; it involves a corrective and/or punitive action. The action should point out the bad behavior and the correct expected behavior should be made clear to the slave.

As a submissive I crave to be disciplined. To know that the rules set by my Master are for my own good and for his acceptance of me. I am curious in what you think about punishment. As a sub or a Master.

Tid Bits

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