I had to run errands on Sunday and my boy was still sleeping (as usual) when I headed out the door. I stood over the bed. He opened his eyes. I dropped the body bag on his head and told him get in. One day he came home with this body bag he had purchased from a sex store. He said that he was staring at it when the girl working there walked over and whispered "just get it." So he did. When he showed it to me my first thought was "What kind of fucking creep am I dating?" That's my usual internal response when he introduces me to something new. Thank God I learned long ago to keep my mouth shut. Because most of those things end up being things I LOVE after I get use to them. So he brought home this creepy bag and for weeks it sat on top of the cage I purchased for him until I picked it up and tossed it at him and told him to get in. I bagged him and tied him up and went to run errands. "How awesome would it be if there were a fire? I'd love to see the firemen come in and carry you out like this." I laughed as I exited the room.
I was worried he'd be too hot or start to freak out so I left messages on the voice mail that I knew he could hear. "This is your Mistress... I'll be home soon. I'll bet you have a boner." My concerns were totally unnecessary. He could not have been happier. I came home and he was all tied up, gag had fallen to the side of his mouth and he was sound asleep snoring like a friggin' freight train. I could hear the snoring as soon as I opened the front door and when I walked into the bedroom and saw him laying, mouth wide open, there snoring, ball gag laying to the side... I I had to run back out into the living room to have myself a good laugh so I wouldn't wake him up.
I swear to God. He cracks me up sometimes. If I hadn't promised not to take pictures or video of him I would have filmed him snoring and sent it into America's Funnies Bondage Bloopers.
Tuesday, February 27, 2007
Thursday, February 22, 2007
On To More Important Things...
So I've been thinking about this whole BDSM/FemDom stuff - I mean, I didn't even know it existed until November. I had seen it in magazines and in movies but I had no idea that it was a real thing and that real people really did it. Then I started dating this guy and I could tell he was hiding something from me so one night... my last night visiting him in New York to be exact I laid on top of him on the sofa and lovingly demanded to know what he wasn't telling me.
My sex up until that point had always be very basic. Nothing out of the usual... I mean, perhaps it was unusual in that it was so "normal" - there were never any complaints but compared to what's going on it was your basic I fuck you, you fuck me, blow job, go down on me sex. Just kind of basic.
So this guy (that I love) tells me that ever since he was a kid has always fantasized about female domination. That in the past a few of his girlfriends have indulged him a little. He had never gone very far into that world but one girlfriend gave him a collar and a friend of his told me that I'm the girliest girl he's ever dated... and I'm a pretty tough chick so you can imagine.
So I started asking him questions and we stayed up all night and I even did some stuff to him that night. I said "take off your clothes" and I went to the bathroom and when I came out he was kneeling in the center of the livingroom. I started laughing and then realized he was serious so I stopped. Then I sat next to him and rubbed his back and then I put some whiskey in a bowl and told him to drink it like a dog. He loved it. So I took an ice cube out of the bowl of whiskey and ran it down his spine and then put the end of it in his asshole. He loved it. I really didn't know what I was doing but I knew I wasn't going to see him for a while so I figured I'd just do whatever came to mind and see how he reacted. When the taxi came to take me to the airport I said "I want you to get some magazines. I want you to circle pictures of girls you like and I want you to highlight parts of stories that turn you on. I need to see what you're into. (I had no real idea.) I also need you to buy a porn and send it all to me so I can see what we are talking about."
He told me how much he hated himself for having these fantasies. How stupid he felt. How ridiculous it was and how he had thrown out all his porn and stopped doing any FemDom stuff in an attempt to have a normal life. "You can't fight who you are." I told him.
When I got back to LA I got a package that freaked my shit out. I didn't even want to call him. I was horrified by the porn that included women dressing men up in panties and make-up and one even slicing a guys ass with a razor blade. After I read each magazine cover to cover and had watch the porn twice I finally called him to talk about the package. He said that he was so scared mailing it to me. That his heart was racing. Even buying the stuff in the store. As a joke, when I turned to step into the taxi to the air port I turned to him and said... and when the cashier rings you up with your magazines and movies tell him or her "I love porn." I was only kidding but he told me that he did it. He explained that he didn't want to be cut, or shit on... but that the idea of a dominant woman keeping him as a pet turned him on. I went on line and did a bunch of research and sent him links and made him read books on the subject and talk about it. He said he had never talked about it so much in his life. I think he's starting to accept that side of him a little more. He hates it less... I can tell.
A lot of times I don't know what I'm doing. I guess that a lot of this comes naturally to me but at the same time I have no idea. We're making our life up as we go. I don't know what's going to happen or if it will last. We don't even live on the same coast though we see a lot of each other because both of our jobs take us back and forth.
I don't know... I just wanted to start blogging more so I thought I'd write. I don't have much of a point other than it would be nice to have someone to talk to about this stuff that understood.
My sex up until that point had always be very basic. Nothing out of the usual... I mean, perhaps it was unusual in that it was so "normal" - there were never any complaints but compared to what's going on it was your basic I fuck you, you fuck me, blow job, go down on me sex. Just kind of basic.
So this guy (that I love) tells me that ever since he was a kid has always fantasized about female domination. That in the past a few of his girlfriends have indulged him a little. He had never gone very far into that world but one girlfriend gave him a collar and a friend of his told me that I'm the girliest girl he's ever dated... and I'm a pretty tough chick so you can imagine.
So I started asking him questions and we stayed up all night and I even did some stuff to him that night. I said "take off your clothes" and I went to the bathroom and when I came out he was kneeling in the center of the livingroom. I started laughing and then realized he was serious so I stopped. Then I sat next to him and rubbed his back and then I put some whiskey in a bowl and told him to drink it like a dog. He loved it. So I took an ice cube out of the bowl of whiskey and ran it down his spine and then put the end of it in his asshole. He loved it. I really didn't know what I was doing but I knew I wasn't going to see him for a while so I figured I'd just do whatever came to mind and see how he reacted. When the taxi came to take me to the airport I said "I want you to get some magazines. I want you to circle pictures of girls you like and I want you to highlight parts of stories that turn you on. I need to see what you're into. (I had no real idea.) I also need you to buy a porn and send it all to me so I can see what we are talking about."
He told me how much he hated himself for having these fantasies. How stupid he felt. How ridiculous it was and how he had thrown out all his porn and stopped doing any FemDom stuff in an attempt to have a normal life. "You can't fight who you are." I told him.
When I got back to LA I got a package that freaked my shit out. I didn't even want to call him. I was horrified by the porn that included women dressing men up in panties and make-up and one even slicing a guys ass with a razor blade. After I read each magazine cover to cover and had watch the porn twice I finally called him to talk about the package. He said that he was so scared mailing it to me. That his heart was racing. Even buying the stuff in the store. As a joke, when I turned to step into the taxi to the air port I turned to him and said... and when the cashier rings you up with your magazines and movies tell him or her "I love porn." I was only kidding but he told me that he did it. He explained that he didn't want to be cut, or shit on... but that the idea of a dominant woman keeping him as a pet turned him on. I went on line and did a bunch of research and sent him links and made him read books on the subject and talk about it. He said he had never talked about it so much in his life. I think he's starting to accept that side of him a little more. He hates it less... I can tell.
A lot of times I don't know what I'm doing. I guess that a lot of this comes naturally to me but at the same time I have no idea. We're making our life up as we go. I don't know what's going to happen or if it will last. We don't even live on the same coast though we see a lot of each other because both of our jobs take us back and forth.
I don't know... I just wanted to start blogging more so I thought I'd write. I don't have much of a point other than it would be nice to have someone to talk to about this stuff that understood.
Wednesday, February 21, 2007
Regular Sex
Man, I use to blog every day on my old blog but now that I'm a grown-up with a job I never have time. I will make the time now though.
I'm new to the whole bondage and female domination scene. My current boyfriend turned me on to it and at first I didn't think I could do it but from what I hear I'm a "natural" and it's totally true. I'd love to argue that I'm not, or that I'm just doing this for him but I love it.
I know that nobody reads this blog and it's just as well but I'm wondering how, being new to this world... do you ever have regular sex? I mean, sometimes I miss being tossed on the bed and fucked... though I truly enjoy dominating... Seems that I put on some black leather gloves and he cums in a second, but take a traditional sexual position and neither of us can cum. I don't know that we need to take on traditional sexual positions. I mean, does it really matter? I guess it matters in that there is a part of me that wants to be man handled a little bit.
I imagine it'll all work itself out since everything always does and always has for all eternity but sometimes I wish I had a "Sponsor" in this world. A pro dom with experience to ask questions and share her experience with me... but since I have nobody to ask... I'll ask nobody.
I'm new to the whole bondage and female domination scene. My current boyfriend turned me on to it and at first I didn't think I could do it but from what I hear I'm a "natural" and it's totally true. I'd love to argue that I'm not, or that I'm just doing this for him but I love it.
I know that nobody reads this blog and it's just as well but I'm wondering how, being new to this world... do you ever have regular sex? I mean, sometimes I miss being tossed on the bed and fucked... though I truly enjoy dominating... Seems that I put on some black leather gloves and he cums in a second, but take a traditional sexual position and neither of us can cum. I don't know that we need to take on traditional sexual positions. I mean, does it really matter? I guess it matters in that there is a part of me that wants to be man handled a little bit.
I imagine it'll all work itself out since everything always does and always has for all eternity but sometimes I wish I had a "Sponsor" in this world. A pro dom with experience to ask questions and share her experience with me... but since I have nobody to ask... I'll ask nobody.
Saturday, February 10, 2007
Forgot Something At The Office
It was a Friday night and they had no plans until a friend of his called inviting them to a birthday party. He drank with his friends and she danced to the hip hop music at the trendy Hollywood bar complete with unknown rapper wearing a fur coat texting someone or no one. It wasn't as bad as they had expected it to be. They actually had fun and on the way home decided to stop by so she could show him her new office.
He loved her office like he loved everything else about her. It was cute and quirky like her apartment. Christmas lights, plants, balls, toys... a riding crop. Everything a working girl needs to take care of business. He crawled under her desk while she pretended to check e-mail and started going down on her... but then a vacuume kick on up the hall. The cleaning lady or man as it were was working his way down the hall... at 1:34am... She had a feeling something like this would happen. A gut instinct. She would have to take him home and lock him up and make him go down on her there.
What will happen next with these crazy people?
He loved her office like he loved everything else about her. It was cute and quirky like her apartment. Christmas lights, plants, balls, toys... a riding crop. Everything a working girl needs to take care of business. He crawled under her desk while she pretended to check e-mail and started going down on her... but then a vacuume kick on up the hall. The cleaning lady or man as it were was working his way down the hall... at 1:34am... She had a feeling something like this would happen. A gut instinct. She would have to take him home and lock him up and make him go down on her there.
What will happen next with these crazy people?
Friday, February 9, 2007
Sex Slave & Mistress
She opened her eyes at 7:24am and looked at the clock. She hadn't set her alarm in years and took great pride in her ability to wake-up whenever she wanted without an alarm clock. Her ability to wake-up on command had only failed her once in her life, and that was on a day that she was hoping it would fail. She had probably willed it to fail just like she willed it to happen every other day.
The guy in the bed next to her was extremely handsome. Maybe not to everyone but to her. She was as enamored of the way he looked as he was with how she looked, and they often remarked on what a good looking couple they made. It was true. They made a handsome couple. Thick dark hair and similar faces to the point where several of her girlfriends had remarked in conversation that they looked more like siblings than lovers. She had thought it herself. Once, as he stood naked near the bathroom door she gazed at him and giggled and said "You look a lot like my brother. My hot brother that I like to fuck all the time." He liked her twisted sense of humor and shook his head and smiled and said "Thank you?"
He loved the way her hands felt on his body. Her hands were always soft, warm and firm, and her touch melted him and made him feel small, weak, helpless, safe and scared all at the same time. She was a morning person (he was not). She would wake him up with a soft touch or a kiss. Then she'd restrain his arms and legs and fuck him like a toy, or sit on him while he looked up at her lost and confused (jerking off). He had trouble thinking in her presence.
They had different work schedules and she had a busy social life and belonged to several organizations, which meant he often found himself home alone for several hours of every day. While she was at work in her business suits and taking meetings, he'd lay in bed jerking off, thinking about her and performing tasks and chores for her. He'd clean the shower or vacuum the floors, organize her shoes, walk her dog, wash the dishes and cook dinner (often wearing a pair of red velvet panties that smelled like her and a dog collar with his name on the tag that she ordered from an on-line pet supply store).
This was their life.
The guy in the bed next to her was extremely handsome. Maybe not to everyone but to her. She was as enamored of the way he looked as he was with how she looked, and they often remarked on what a good looking couple they made. It was true. They made a handsome couple. Thick dark hair and similar faces to the point where several of her girlfriends had remarked in conversation that they looked more like siblings than lovers. She had thought it herself. Once, as he stood naked near the bathroom door she gazed at him and giggled and said "You look a lot like my brother. My hot brother that I like to fuck all the time." He liked her twisted sense of humor and shook his head and smiled and said "Thank you?"
He loved the way her hands felt on his body. Her hands were always soft, warm and firm, and her touch melted him and made him feel small, weak, helpless, safe and scared all at the same time. She was a morning person (he was not). She would wake him up with a soft touch or a kiss. Then she'd restrain his arms and legs and fuck him like a toy, or sit on him while he looked up at her lost and confused (jerking off). He had trouble thinking in her presence.
They had different work schedules and she had a busy social life and belonged to several organizations, which meant he often found himself home alone for several hours of every day. While she was at work in her business suits and taking meetings, he'd lay in bed jerking off, thinking about her and performing tasks and chores for her. He'd clean the shower or vacuum the floors, organize her shoes, walk her dog, wash the dishes and cook dinner (often wearing a pair of red velvet panties that smelled like her and a dog collar with his name on the tag that she ordered from an on-line pet supply store).
This was their life.
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