New Year Sex

This post was written on Monday, for Wicked Wednesday, however, I am currently without WiFi and am also unable open Rebel’s page. So am just posting it as an ordinary blog.

It was icy on Friday morning. Unusually I was working, but wanted to check into my slimming club to make sure that my festive weight gain was kept in check. As I dashed out after weighing in I went flying and landed flat on my back. I picked myself up and, slightly dazed walked a little gingerly to my car. There was no serious damage however, other than to my pride and luckily there weren’t many people around.

By early yesterday morning however, I was experiencing the full after effects – pain and stiffness in my back which while not acute was a little debilitating. In effect I struggled to turn over in bed and when I tried to sit up my tummy and back muscles decided to rebel. I was feeling about 90; what a start to the new year!
Master decided a back rub was in order and so I rolled onto my tummy and he began his work. He has a wonderful way of touching and massaging which is both relaxing and erotic. When you also have seriously knotted up muscles it is like you have gone to heaven. I could have laid there all morning. Suddenly he disappeared, returning with the magic wand. Applying it to my lower back and then gradually moving it around I settled down to enjoy the experience. Gradually my muscles seemed to relax and the aches and pains subsided (not that I had actually tried to move at that point).
Having finished this task he then decided to place the wand in between my legs. At this point I did roll onto my back and opened my legs to accept the wand onto my pubis and as close to my clitoris as I could get it. All discomfort in my back subsided as I felt myself growing wet, juices flowing freely. He counted me down an orgasm and even though he removed the machine before reaching 1 there was no stopping me. He asked what I wanted now, and I said “your cock”. He said that he would really like to take my arse, but felt that would be unkind as it would more than likely hurt. I was sorely tempted to offer it anyway, but knew there would have been little pleasure in it for me. He thrust into me as I lay in the missionary position and I wrapped my legs around him. He talked to me about the control he has over me and of the excitement he feels to be my Master.
I could feel myself creaming in a way that I don’t so often these days – blame the menopause – and for him that was even more of a thrill. He exploded into me soon after. Rather than settle into bed as he often likes to after sex he disappeared downstairs. Reappearing with two glasses of bucks fizz. Clinking glasses we wished each other a happy new year.
New year morning sex, a great start to 2017!

Tale of the unexpected!

It started the way it often does and ended in the way it often does. In between things were a little different. A little unexpected.

Looking at porn on His phone is something that He often does when we are lying side by side of a weekend morning. For once, my mum rang early, before anything had started. Off of the phone and I lay dozing next to Him, aware that He was watching stuff on the phone and stroking His cock. He showed me a video of a girl shooting her stuff, I was a little turned on, but told Him it was gross!

“Stroke my cock, girl”. Of course, this girl did as she was told and was happy to do so.  Then she was instructed to suck and taking His cock in her mouth she did and was more than happy to do so.

After a two week break from sex and kink this girl’s need for an explicit demonstration of our M/s dynamic was extrinsically in place.

Simultaneously Master started to tweak her nipples and then to stroke her clitoris. Almost immediately she began to feel so aroused that she wondered if there would be time for permission to cum. Receptive as always to her needs He asked if that was what she wanted and needed. Soon afterwards release was offered, accepted and given. This girl thanked Him for the orgasms.

She climbed onto a very hard and erect cock. It had been a few weeks since that cock had been inside her and as He slid into her, every centimetre counted. He reached up and squeezed her nipples and she rode Him. She felt herself beginning to relax, just at the same as He grew even bigger and as His own actions aroused her more. How to control her emotions, how not to cum too quickly and without permission?

As she eased off of His cock, He instructed her to sit on His face. He swivelled around in the bed and she sat as instructed. Leaning down towards that beautiful organ. His tongue swept over her clitoris and then suddenly pushed into her cunt. Suddenly any thought of what to do with her own mouth, her own body left her and while she longed to suck His cock, she was suddenly unable to move. ‘girl can cum at will’ He spoke the magic words!! She was able to just allow the feelings to flow, to embrace and engulf her. At some point though she managed to lean down, just far enough to take His cock in her mouth, to stroke His tip with her tongue, His balls with her fingers. The pleasure in doing so was immense, a sense of pleasure, arousal and fulfilment engulfed her. A number of orgasms followed, mostly due to what He was doing with His mouth but also the pleasure of the situation, of what she was doing with her mouth and hands. This slave has no idea quite how many orgasms occured, as usual that part is a blur but she thanked him for them as she must.

At last He released her and she curled into a ball. However, He wasn’t done. He needed release too. So as requested He thrust inside her as she lay on her back. Missionary position yes, but not as most know it. His huge cock threatened to split her, painful and yet giving the most amazing pleasure, He demanded she cum, and she did just as He released His seed.

Pleasure indeed and A tale of the unexpected!

Play thing

It had been a long time. We have a busy social life, like to travel and then there has been all of the work we have been doing on my house. Sometimes even our sex life has taken a back seat, heaven knows that a couple in their 50’s can’t physically fit all of that stuff in and still remain awake and able to walk.

So when I say it had been a long time since there was any kind of kinky play, I really mean it. I would need to look back on this blog to discover exactly when and I know both of us have been missing the release that it gives us. But this last weekend we made a conscious effort to make some time which wasn’t about rushing around town or painting walls. The decorating isn’t finished, but we decided we needed a day off and so as not to be tempted I headed to His place for the weekend just to be sure.
Lunch on Saturday was a relaxing meal of some indulgent Iberico ham, salad and wine. As we cleared away Master told me He needed to trim my hair. That is the hair on my pussy, rather than my head, though I know He would like to get his clippers on that too! We have few rules in our relationship but one is that I grow my bush and that He is in charge of trimming it.

So, with me restrained in a spreader bar, wrists cuffed and blind folded, He set about his work with electric hair clippers. Next He started covering me in various temporary tattoos and then got down to the business of using my body as His play object.
As usual  the order of events is far from clear due to the large number of forced orgasms inflicted upon me (grins!) with His Hitachi wand. But what I do remember are the nipple clamps, the violet wand, the pussy pumping thing and quite a bit of flogging. The full range of attachments on the violet wand were made use of, including those I am less fond of (as mentioned the other day).With each orgasm he made a mark on my tummy, this is useful after the event, since it is so hard to recall and exact number afterwards.

I know He would have had me turn over so He could give me some stripes on my backside, but on Sunday we were going to the cinema to see a long silent film (he is very considerate like that).

At the end of proceedings, He released me from my constraints and instructed me to suck His cock. I can’t tell you how wonderful it was to be able to please Him in that way.

To think I used to think shopping was the best way to spend a Saturday afternoon.

 

Struggling

Kink of the week is about struggling against restraints which had me thinking about this photo taken while we were in Amsterdam a couple of years ago. Master left me hogtied on the bed while he went to have a shower.

Generally when I am restrained during sex or play, rather than struggle I find it relaxes and makes me feel in some way free. I am restrained and so there is no need to fight or to move. The exception is when he is coming towards me with the violet wand in his hand and I can see it (i.e. I am not blind folded) particularly if he is using a light bulb on the end of it. This was a trick he picked up at a workshop at BBB on the one occasion we travelled up to Birmingham for the event. I find the concept of being buzzed by the static from a light bulb immensely scary, though it is erotic when it touches your skin.

But being restrained while you are being tortured is one thing, just being left is something else entirely. On that day I really did struggle against the bonds, much to his amusement. The position was uncomfortable, my head got stuck in the pillow and I wasn’t sure what was coming next. Then I heard the shower and knew I was in for at least a few minutes of being in that position, what was more since he was in the shower, complaining was useless. Mind you of course I did complain, while I struggled and that just made me more uncomfortable.

Master’s response when he emerged from the shower was that when I lay on the bed and allowed him to tie me up, I should have faced the TV and then I could have used that as my distraction! You have to love his humour at times!

Quickie

One of the things Master loves is when I play with Him while He looks at kinky stuff on His phone. On Sunday morning we woke pretty early (for a Sunday), helped along with the extra hours sleep we had enjoyed thanks to the daylight saving, clocks going back thing.

I had woken first and had exhausted my desire to study my own emails and Facebook etc. So while He browsed, I was happy to play. I love the idea of making Him hard. I love the feel of His cock as it hardens, the feel of His balls as they fill. I love the feel of a growing cock.
Suddenly He announced He was going to fill me. In passing He suggested adding to my orgasm count from Friday night.
In the event something different happened. He pushed inside me. I closed my legs tightly around Him.  I felt Him growing even bigger inside me as he pulled out and pushed back in.
Moments later He came. Shooting His seed deep inside.
A very pleasurable and satisfying quickie had just taken place.
Sometimes sex is what you need and what you get.
What we both needed and what we both got. Funny too, since this was the kind of thing that happened all the time with my ex. But this was different, very different and very very good.
How strange it that?

The kink returns

There is probably nothing like blogging to say that the kink is absent from a relationship to make it return. Well I guess that’s is no accident since Master reads this blog. Not only does He read, but He likes to discuss posts and make suggestions.

What is more, even as I wrote my last post, I knew that He was thinking about how to reinvigorate that part of our life.
On Friday, as has been usual for most of the past couple of months (when we had no plans to go out) He came over to me and I cooked us some tapas from a really good book I have. We drank wine (if the truth be known, a little too much wine) and listened to some music which I had downloaded following our Lieder festival trip.
Time went by. We ate and drank wine. We chatted and drank wine. We listened to music and drank more wine. In the cold light of day the following morning I was to regret that quite so much wine passed our lips; painting walls and skirting board is not fun with a hang over!
At some point Master suggested I strip off. I did so and He wondered if I had anything I might like to wear instead of clothing. Of course I did since Master likes to buy me leather gear which covers very little of my body. So I went upstairs and found a little number that framed my breasts. Well it would have framed them if I hadn’t lost quite so much weight, but I am sure we can fix that.
As I say, lots of wine had passed my lips but what I can say is that I knelt for Him. What is more I worshipped Master’s cock. I presented myself and I was lucky enough to be given A LOT of orgasms.
I was drunk and so was He. But not so drunk that I didn’t know what I was doing, why and how.
We talked a lot, then and subsequently about what we need to do to get the Master / slave part of things back on track (not that we have actually lost the substance of our relationship). I know that over the coming weeks we will be making sure we do just that.
Thinking about the coming month and about my lack of posts over recent weeks though. I am planning to try to blog much, much more over November. Whether it is about our M/s relationship, our kink or just life in general.
Time to get this blog back on the road.

Masturbation – kink of the week

May is Masturbation month and not surprisingly Molly has chosen this as the topic for Kink of the Week. For me, masturbation like a number of the more sexual aspects of my life is something that has changed over the past few years.

I spent many years masturbating in private, and doing it frequently. A few minutes at home alone after getting in from work, the time between hubby leaving for work and my son beginning to stir in the room next door. I used fingers and I used various vibrating toys. I poured over the clitical.com website for new techniques and had some fun. I learned how to find my own g-spot, and experimented with ice, to name two new things I found out there. But to be frank I found it frustrating. It was pleasurable, but that pleasure only lasted for a few seconds after the climax came. I sensed that I needed a more fulfilling sex life and that masturbation wasn’t meant to be something that happened instead. This relationship has taught me that my hunch was correct.

During my marriage I hated the idea of my husband masturbating while he was beside me, but knew that he did so, usually after I fell asleep but not always. I hated the idea of him knowing that I masturbated too. Looking back there were some fundamental problems with our willingness to be open sexually with each other. I assumed that this was normal behaviour but now know differently.

Master owns my orgasms. It was one of the first things of mine that he took control and ownership of (intact, perhaps it was the first). This means I must thank him when I cum, and I must tell him it is his. That doesn’t mean he must be present when it happens, therefore I am allowed to masturbate. However, these days, the need to do so is much reduced. There is no need for me to sneak around before anyone comes home or goes out. I can happily lie on my bed naked and use my fingers or a vibe. But I tend not to (though it can help if I am unable to sleep at night). Instead I prefer to masturbate in his presence. Or for him to do so to me.

Mutual Masturbation has become part of my life in a way that I never expected, as has watching while he masturbates himself perhaps looking at some porn. I find this arousing rather than disturbing as I might have done previously. I am happy for him to look at and explore my body, and am relaxed with him watching me wank. Indeed sometimes he demands it of me.

The orgasms achieved through masturbation are for me different, depending on the method and who is making them happen. If wanking myself, then I prefer using a clitoral vibrator and I like the rapid and intense build up it gives. If Master is bringing me to orgasm, then I love the feel of his fingers and the slower, less intensive build up. The worst thing though is when he begins his count down and then stops touching me. It isn’t that it stops the orgasm coming but more that I hate the loss of direct stimulation from his gentle touch.

Masturbation for me is something very different from how it used to be. Different in a good and fulfilling way.

V is for……

Valuing what you have, but sometimes being prepared to take a risk.

What kinky words begin with V? I thought of vagina and vulva, but they just don’t feel like kinky words to me, rather they are parts of the female anatomy. Then of course there is vibrator, which is a kinky word. Or is it?

For me, a vibrator is and should be part of mainstream life, it is great for those alone times, but also for a couple who wants to add something to their sex lives. Of course there are some pretty kinky things that can be done with the right vibrating gadget in the right situation.

I think for the letter V though, leaving the world of kink behind might be the way to go. Instead, I would like to concentrate on something else; Valuing what you have.

I am a great believer in being careful about what you wish for. Perhaps that is why I stayed with my hubby for so long. Why I was so frightened to make a change.

In 2012 I took the decision to stop wondering about what might be out there for me. I had spent too long telling myself that my life was less fulfilling than it should be, I realised that I needed to discover what else was available. OK so, this also involved a lot of research about sex, BDSM and submission. I began to explore some unacknowledged and unsaid thoughts and ideas about myself, which may have led no where. In the event they led me outside of my marriage, but while it hasn’t all been plain sailing, I can honestly say I have no regrets.

There is still somewhere to go in freeing myself from my former life, but the difference in me, and what I consider right for me now is a world away from the place I found myself back then. A more or less sexless marriage, the realisation that I was not frigid (as he claimed), to what I have now. A life with a man who Master maintains is a submissive and me, a person who seemed controlling but who craved domination.

Master has asked many times if I regret that I only found personal and sexual fulfilment in my 50’s. How can I regret anything when I can see that I have achieved something that for most of my life felt out of my reach?

There were many times during my marriage when I wondered if I should have left my husband. After his long period of infidelity perhaps?

Although the time that followed when he became nasty and vindictive, blaming me. felt worse, I know that I took a conscious decision to stay, but on my own terms, which subconsciously meant that I was turned off form sex with him. I knew that there were positives about remaining in the situation, I also recognised that I would know when (not if) the end had come. And so it proved.

I value the times that I have had with hubby. I value the fact that I decided when I needed to end it. I value that my son grew up in the household he did, loved by both parents and for the most part not knowing the struggles that we had gone though.

But most of all I value the fact I have managed to break free, and to find a new partner. I also value the fact that both of us are enjoying a life that we didn’t imagine we would have.

It is important to value your life. Especially if it is the life that is right and that you never expected to enjoy,

 

Q is for………

  • Questions:
  • Found on tumblr, I give you these:


  • 1:When did you lose your virginity?
  • I guess I was quite late, since I was 18, especially since it was with someone who I had been going out with for a couple of years. I later married him. Alarm bells anyone?
  • 2:Rough sex or soft sex?
  • Not either, but both.
  • 3:Do you have any unusual kinks/fetishes? 
  • Er, only if you include bondage, the odd spanking or flogging, and the fact that we live an M/s lifestyle to name a thing or 3.
  • 4:Weirdest place you’ve had sex?
  • A picnic table…….
  • 5:Favourite sex position?
  • On top of Master is something of a favourite for us both. He loves to feel his properties tits and to be able to touch her generally!
  • 6:Do you like to be dominant or submissive?
  • submissive 🙂
  • 7:Have you ever had any one night stands?
  • Nope, I don’t think I am really a one night stand kind of a girl
  • 8:Sex on the bed, couch or the floor?
  • We have done all 3. The floor or couch for the purposes of need and lust. Bed for comfort
  • 9:Have you ever had sex in a public place?
  • Yep, some woods and a picnic table with S
  • 10:Have you ever been caught masturbating?
  • Not that I can think of. These days there is no one to catch me, and Master loves to watch
  • 11:What does your favourite sexy underwear look like?
  • I am so happy that Master prefers me naked!
  • 12:How often do you have sex?
  • It depends on how much we are together and what else is going on, a couple of times a week. We don’t live together though…..
  • 13:Is there anybody right now you’d like to have sex with?
  • Master, of course…..
  • 14:Do you prefer giving or receiving oral sex?
I love both. This wasn’t always the case, at one time I wasn’t sure I liked either. How times change.
  • 15:Most embarrassing thing that’s ever happened to you during sex?
  • Once when S and I were at his friend’s house, they turned up. To be fair, the friend had been in hospital with a brain injury and had forgotten that he had given the keys to S. He arrived home with his teenage daughters for a weekend visit!
  • 16:A song you’d listen to during hard/rough/kinky sex?
  • Madonna, Erotica is a favourite of ours.
  • 17:A song you’d listen to during soft/slow/passionate sex?
  • Not sure, but my favourite song of always is Angels, Robbie Williams
  • 18:Are you into dressing up for sex?
  • Yes, if it involves a leather harness or something
  • 19:Would you prefer sex in the bath or sex in the shower?
  • Probably the shower
  • 20:If you could have sex with anyone right now, who would it be?
  • Master of course, who else
  • 21:Have you ever had a threesome? If not, would you?
  • 3 or 4, yes. I was an event that happened. I would do it again, if Master wanted such a thing, but wouldn’t go looking.
  • 22:Do you/would you use sex toys?
  • They have an important place, both in terms of what Master likes to do to / with me during play, but also in masturbating.
  • 23:Have you ever sent someone a dirty text/picture?
  • Occasionally
  • 24:Would you have sex with your best friend?
  • Master is probably my best friend these days, so yes.
  • 25:Is there anything you do after sex? (for example, smoke, eat, drink)
  • Sex in the morning then we will have coffee, but if at night, just sleep.
  • 26:Something that will never fail to get you horny?
  • Master playing with his slave – tits, clit, or whatever. Him playing with himself while looking at porn. The butt plug.
  • 27:Early morning sex or late night sex?
  • either, but early morning is more common.
  • 28:Favourite body part on the opposite sex?
  • Eyes, smile, cock……
  • 29:Favourite body part on the same sex?
  • A pair of shapely legs.
  • 30:Do you watch porn?
Yes, I find porn much more interesting and sexy than I would have imagined.

 

A is for…………

Anal and for Acceptance

I am joining the A-Z blog challenge (I am a little late, but better late than never) and have decided that each post will focus on two themes, one kinky and one not. Having said that, the non kinky one may well be about me and the lifestyle i live and therefore could link back to kink in some way. This is the case today.
I tried hard to think of a topic, beginning with A which was kink related, but which wasn’t the word anal. I thought of arse or ass, but that kind of led me back to the start. So anal it is.
I hadn’t really given much thought to anal sex before I started on this journey, to be honest I didn’t realise that it was in any way common for men and women to do such a thing, I honestly thought it was something men did together only. Having said that, I wasn’t actually disturbed by the idea once I found out more. During the early days of my expiration into kink I read lots of books and articles and learned a little there. Then I got to know S and through the conversations it became clear this was something he enjoyed. I was willing to give it a go and when we met I did just that. I was however surprised that it was quite as pleasurable as it was.
Fast forward to this relationship and anal sex doesn’t happen for us all of the time, but when it does it is extremely memorable and special. I think perhaps the fact that it takes time, preparation on both sides, and that a great deal of trust is required on both sides to make it pleasurable for us both makes it so. Plus there is the feeling that the power he has over me is all the greater during those moments and also that it feels a bit naughty and degrading. Those kind of feelings turn me on even more. Afterwards, I often feel a little sore, and actually enjoy that feeling because it reminds me of the feelings I have enjoyed and that I have been used for his pleasure. I know anal sex isn’t for everyone, but for me it has helped open up a world that I never expected but has shown me the person know I am.
That leads me onto Acceptance. 
If someone had told me say 5 years ago that I would ever identify myself as slave I would have laughed in their face. The fact that my life had always been about service to others never occured to me. At that time, I often felt taken for granted, used and unappreciated. Discovering over the last 4 years what submission is about and what my life could be about has been amazing. The key however is finding the right relationship. The fact that it turned out I needed one that gave me the ability to fulfil my sexual desires, enabled be to develop my submission and to find a way of serving that didn’t feel it was wrong has been something of a revelation.Accepting that I am a slave, that I enjoy kinky sex, bondage and pain to name a few, has freed me from the place I was at that time and introduced me to new people and amazing experiences. It took time to get to this place and Master has been the person to help me arrive here.