The power

Much of our sex happens in the morning. There are age related reasons for this, I think it is called ‘morning glory’. But also tiredness at the end of the day (mostly on my part I must add). The past few weeks have been a little lean on the sex front. Low level illness, tiredness, lethargy; we seem to have suffered from them all. This morning something different happened though.

I had been awake for a while, checking Facebook and twitter, reading the news. As he woke, I put my phone down, mainly because it was going to run out of battery soon. He grabbed his phone (what happening people we are), and looked first at the cricket news (a mountain to climb for England by all accounts). But then moved on to more interesting stuff. He moved my hand onto his flaccid cock and as he read / viewed his Tumblr feed I helped get things moving. It didn’t take long for it to spring to life, I kept going. Looking at me he told me that he wanted my cunt; music to my ears.

I was a little dry and tight as his cock pushed in. But with some lubricant spit all was well. It felt so good to be filled by his cock again. Just as I told him I didn’t need an orgasm he began his count down. After the count of 10,  it turned out I wanted and needed to cum. Moving on top of him I was permitted two more. He loves to be able to feel my tits, to play with my clit, to tease and to control me. Being on top is perfect for me too and gives the chance to alter position, get more or less penetration.

Snuggling up a few minutes later he told me how things had played out for him this morning. Having me get him hard and want him while he looked at porn made him want to take me. At that moment he just wanted to shoot a load into me. But once he began to push his way in and found me tight, as soon as he made me cum on command, the feeling of power and control took over. At the same time the submission, that sometimes feels so dormant, reappears with a flourish. That is our power dynamic.

TMI Tuesday – 28 November 2017

Spice it up!

1. Why should you have sex on a first date?Because sometimes life is to short not to. For S and me it was right. I needed to find out if there was more to me than being a suburban housewife. If I really was a desirable women, a slut. Plus I really needed sex, deprived. For him, well hopefully it was about him desiring me. With Master we both wanted sex on our first date but despite desire for each other let common sense take over. Indeed on our next date we had sex. The rest is history.

2. Why do you dislike giving oral sex?I have massive hangups. Even now I that I know there will be no unexpected ejaculation I have problems. But I love the taste of him, the smell and the comfort in sucking him. So actually I don’t dislike giving oral sex, rather I love it.

3. Tongue or no tongue? Explain.The tongue is important. With your tongue you can both explore and taste. Plus what about his tongue exploring me? That is just the best thing!

4. Would you have a sugar daddy or sugar mama?Daddy all the time. It isn’t the sugar thing I need but just him. Though we don’t go for the daddy thing. 

5. What’s a sure sign that you need to get laid?Feeling and looking stressed and angsty. For him, I am being bratty. He can tell that I need him to pay attention to me and I need to do the same for him. It is a two way avenue. 

Bonus: Right this very second, which do you prefer– to make love or fuck like a wild animal?

Both are good.  But in the main we fuck. We really do love each other though!

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Getting horny

He was reading the previous post about my pussy and of course admiring the photo that he took. He looked at me sitting next to him in bed and grinned. “You are right”, he said  “I love looking at your cunt” We discussed my thoughts on not really liking to look at photos of other women, especially those with labia are spread open. He exclaimed again that he loves to look at mine!

“I think you should go get on the swing” he said. The swing is a sex swing that is kept in the play room next door. We haven’t used it as much as we should, to be honest. So I got out of bed and followed him into the room. He helped me get comfortable, and next thing he kneeled on the bed, head between my legs. Fingers and tongue explored me as I hung suspended over the bed. He sucked and nibbled, following up with strokes of my clit and into my slick hole. He asked me if I wanted to cum, but I didn’t. Anyway, he wasn’t about to give permission just yet.

Next he squeezed my right nipple and at the same time continued to suck my clitoris, almost immediately I knew I wanted and needed to come. I held off for as long as I could and then asked permission. “Yes, cum” he said. Another orgasm later and I was beginning to feel the sling pulling on my neck. He let me down and demanded I get on top.

Willingly I did so. Easing his large cock into my tight and wet and throbbing vagina. I was able to move and grind over him as he played with my tits. Then stroking my clit around the piercing, he made me cum once more. Finally we flipped over and soon I had my prize, his cum shooting into me.

Definitely a sinful Sunday and which perhaps might even lead to masturbation Monday!

Spent

We spent 6 nights staying in this lovely tower room. Formerly an art studio it still contains the remnants of that time. An easel, finished and part finished artwork. The natural light here is good, there are 3 or 4 large windows as well as a sky light if needed. The windows overlook the river below us and the historical city in the distance. Travel and art books adorn the shelves. The bed is high, comfortable and covered with a beautiful red covering, the sheets as previously seen are turquoise. I love the colour and the feel of that red covering. 

The end of a long, but fun day. We had enjoyed a leisurely meal, attended a concert and then shared wine, and cheese at the table in the room. As I prepared for bed, Master decided he wanted more orgasms from me. Taken just after midnight, the image shows me lying on the lovely bed, relaxed and ready for sleep. Spent.

Sinful Sunday

Reflections on us and the blog

We have been together for 4 years in February. By anyone’s judgement that is a proper, long term relationship. We still don’t live together, but tend to spend more time together than apart. When apart we Skype, so contact is daily. We have settled into a comfortable existence that is as much about ordinary mundane stuff as it is about kink and sex. To prevent this blog from becoming dull and boring, somewhere along the line I stopped writing so much. After all, who wants to read about us sitting on the sofa with a bottle of wine chatting about our next (or last holiday)? Time perhaps to reflect on our relationship and the blog?

Sex for us is often similar in the way it plays out and while far from boring, writing about it feels quite repetitive. We don’t play as much as we did for a variety of reasons. Time and our social life and holidays are part of the reason. Laziness might be a factor too. I wonder if my lack of blog posts is laziness too. Maybe I just need to get off my arse (as it were) and write stuff about us. I love to look back and see what we have done over time. I know Master does too. But if I don’t write about it then we can hardly do that!

I often post photos for Sinful Sunday that have a back story. Quite rightly, I keep those posts short since Sinful Sunday is about the photo. But rarely these days do I go back and fill in the gaps. This feels like a mistake. Take this photo, that I posted a couple of Sunday’s ago. It stands alone as an image, the beautiful colours, the light streaming in onto the bed and spreading across my face. Spread out naked, exposed. Clearly I didn’t take this photo (unless I used a timer). No one else is in shot, but I know that the other person in the room is responsible for me wanting to lie there naked. Still in the throw of ecstasy.

While we were away over the past couple of weeks our libido, missing for much of the year returned. That morning he had awoken and demanded I move to the edge of the bed so he could lick me out. The photo was taken many orgasms later. I don’t think we had penetrative sex that day, but as is often the case that didn’t matter. This is a happy sexy photo, which screams contentment. It occurs to me that my life with Master is good and deserves to be written about. I am planning to do much more of that. My November challenge for myself!

 

His kinks and our plans

There are many ways in which we are on the same wavelength when it comes to kink. Being his owned slave is probably the main one. While I am naturally bratty and rebellious, I love the way that he takes control and keeps me within defined boundaries. I am at my happiest when the boundaries of our relationship are clearest to us both.

Pain as a way of him exerting control is important, but it is not the main thing. Control of our sex life, and the power it gives him is. He loves to catch me unawares and to suddenly tell me what to do – get on my knees, suck his cock, bend over, strip off. Whatever. He loves the gadgets of kink, the violet wand, the bindings and blindfolds. They have an amazing effect on me. I love the way in which he surprises me with new ideas, new toys. I love the control he has over me.

He loves tattoos and piercings.  He loves women to wear slutty clothes and to expose themselves in public. I have the piercings – nipples and clitoral hood. On occasion I wear something a bit slutty and am prepared to show myself to him in a public place.

Sometime over the past three years or so though we have settled into a comfortable place. We talk about more piercings, about tattoos. But they haven’t happened. In the main I don’t leave the house without underwear as I used to, and the times I expose myself in public has reduced in frequency.

Partly this is due to life – work, caring responsibilities, social life, being a middle aged couple (and any other excuse you might mention). In many ways, though it feels as though I have just become complacent and lazy. Also just a little tired as work and caring plus keeping up with our social life takes its toll.

A quick look at his Tumblr blog tells me however, that his kinky fantasies remain as they were. I have to admit they are mine too. I really do still want more piercings. I would love to walk around, knickerless with weights hanging from my labia. I would love to cut my hair as he really wants. I still want that tattoo. I want to be the slut he desires.

What I need to do is to take control of my life. Or to get into a position where he truly can take control of my life. We are still waiting for my ex to sort himself out. For he and his lady love to be ready to buy my house. We are close, but not quite there.

Meanwhile I really am planning my exit from work. Preparing myself, those around me and the work itself for that day. I have given myself a deadline of early March when I will hand in my notice. By then, my mum should be living nearer to my brother and be less of a burden to me. And I should be preparing to give myself to Master properly. If the ex isn’t ready by then, well something different will have to happen.

I want his kinks to be my kinks, but I need to make some changes here for that to happen. I have a plan, a real plan.

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TMI Tuesday – 29 August 2017

1. Have you ever had sex in the changing room of a store?

No, I can’t say I have and it probably isn’t on my list of places to have sex in. I am more likely to go for an open space rather than a small cubicle!

2. Ever blindfolded your partner for sex or have you been blindfolded during sex?

I’ve been blindfolded on several occasions. I love it when I don’t need to think about what is going on, but to just experience it. Being blindfolded enhances other senses, of touch, smell, sound. 

3. Who out there likes to be tied up for sex?

I have frequently been tied up for play, which also involves some kind of sex act. When it comes to the actual sex though, it is good to be able to move. Having said that, if he wants me tied up for sex, then I am. There is something weirdly freeing when I am restrained. No point in resisting, and so I just don’t. Coupled with being blindfolded, is perfect in my book.

4. Shower sex…yea or nay? Why?

I love having a shower together and getting all soapy and wet, then seeing what comes next. So oh yes. 

5. Ever done a striptease for a lover?

Yes, in my younger days. I dare say, I could easily do so again.

Bonus: What are you thinking?

That I would like to get down to some of this right now. But right now Master is an hour or so away, and I have my mother here. Still, something good to look forward to.

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Late night fun

This is the first weekend in over a year that Master and I haven’t been together. I am in France with my mum, he is at home. But the great news is, that he sets off today to join us. Well tonight he will stay in London, and tomorrow take the train to Paris and on down through France. On Tuesday I will collect him and bring him here.

Sitting here in bed on my own, my mind drifts back to a couple of weeks ago. When we finally got around to trying out the swing that Master bought a while back. Apparently he thinks that it will be useful while he has a painful shoulder. No doubt it it, but I think it has greater longevity than that!

These are action shots. The first blurry one taken by me on his phone. It isn’t an iPhone, and I struggled to work it. Plus I was a little preoccupied. The second, much clearer is taken by him. Late night fun indeed!

Sinful Sunday

The realities of life

It had been a busy week. Work was as frenetic as usual, and by Friday followed with daughterly responsibilities. When did it seem a good idea to become part of the social committee at my slimming club? After all, Friday afternoons with mum are stressful enough.

But by the evening the half a pound gain was behind me. Mum had been relatively restrained in Marks and Spencer’s. The traffic was kind. And yet.

Master showed me the new swing in the play room. Yes a swing. Thinking about it, he had made mention of the purchase the previous week. Somehow though, that knowledge had disappeared into the recess of my brain.

Kneeling before him as he demonstrated it’s finer points I sucked his cock and all seemed good.

But naked, exposed, sitting on the seat, I wasn’t sure who I was. Whether I was worthy of him. His slave or an imposter?

I wanted to love and enjoy his new toy but something made me want to curl up somewhere with a bottle of wine instead. Trying to distract me and turn me on, he licked my pussy, squeezed my nipples and stroked my clitoris. He used the words that usually make me melt; the ones that reaffirm our M/s dynamic. My head responded but something held me back. My body was unresponsive, he said otherwise but my brain told me so.

Memories of sex with my ex flooded my brain. Perhaps I am the frigid person he had exclaimed me to be. Maybe this past 3 years has been a dream?

Climbing down at Master’s request, we lay naked on the bed. We talked and we held each other.   I don’t know the reason for my sudden freak out but know I am not frigid. I am the sexy woman Master loves, I turn him on, and please him. We love each other, and he certainly makes me horny. In the future we will have fun on that swing.

We moved on to christen the new jacuzzi bath. To have fun and to enjoy each other’s bodies. We drank sparkling wine together and talked about what might have been wrong. I came to the conclusion that if the bath had happened first events may have taken a different course.

I wanted so much to have a wonderful tale to tell about the swing and to have photos for Sinful Sunday. But rather than looking back on these memories as a failure I know that our love is not just about kink it is about being there for each other. About recognising when we need reassurance from the other.

The story about the swing in the playroom is still to be told along with the corresponding pictures. Just watch this space.