That feeling

When you clench your butt cheeks and feel a discomfort around the anal area that reminds you that you that penetration recently occured.

That is the feeling that this girl has tonight.

Master may have mentioned yesterday that He desired to use her in this way. But this morning when we awoke there was no indication it would happen. The way He took possession of this girl’s cunt might have given a clue. Plus the fact that He told her that she was His cunt and that she readily agreed and called herself His cunt might have helped.

He had her turn on her side and slid slowly into that forbidden place.

But then He suggested that she might get onto and try sliding Him into her from above.

This girl wasn’t sure it would happen, but sitting on His hard cock, suddenly she felt it slide into her.

The rest, well is a blur of discomfort followed by pleasure of the feelings experienced by us both. Of orgasm, granted to her, by Him. This girl became Master’s arse cunt, for His pleasure. But as always His pleasure is hers.

This weekend was a wonderful break, in a hotel, just a few miles from home.

Blogging momentum has returned.

Do you know what? This girl has ‘that’ feeling again!

 

30 Days of Kink – Day 4: Any early experiences that, in retrospect, hint at your kinks?

After 3 days of travelling around the northern part of Spain and into the pyrenees we have now spent two days chilling out in my apartment in France. I say chilling, but though it has been relaxing to do very little, it has also been a necessity given the hot weather here and across much of Europe. The main problem is not so much heat, but humidity which is not fun when you have the added fun of being menopausal as I am. We have found that you barely need to move to break out into a massive sweat. Other than shopping and going out for dinner and drinks, we have barely left the apartment and that has meant that there has been plenty of time for some intimate moments, some amazing orgasms and this morning so very very good and quite kinky sex. This period of relaxation won’t last for much longer, but I intend to make the most of it while I can.

So to day 4 of 30 days of kink. So here’s the thing; I am not sure there was any particular signs from my early life that suggested that I would be kinky. I was amazingly unadventurous when it came to my own body until I was at least into my 30s. I had very few boyfriends, and married the first person I dated for any length of time. I guess it would be true to say I was a little repressed, and didn’t know what I didn’t know. Once that sexual side in me emerged, the kink followed and here I am. Perhaps for me, looking back is not what it should be about, instead I intend to look forwards. I am kinky, and I have a kinky Master who I love to be with and right now I am having the best time.

The view from our hotel room in the Pyrenees on Tuesday morning.

February photofest – Day 7 – What happened next

A lovely day in Amsterdam, dinner and drinks. Back in our amazing room we relaxed in the large jacuzzi bath, sipping champagne. There was also some kinky fun in the sauna and then more fun in the jacuzzi. Such is the romantic live of a submissive, that the next morning, this happened:

February photofest day 6 – Decadence

 

Today’s photo shows the most amazing room i have probably stayed in. when I took this, we had just arrived, hence the carefully placed towels etc. You can seen the jacuzzi bath, the window to the sauna and the door to the steam shower.
Later Master and I were seated in that wonderful bath, drinking champagne. We got up to some very sexy things in the sauna and on the bed you can’t even see, well that is for another day. Yes, the picture of me hogtied on the bed is worthy of another day.
A weekend in Amsterdam should be special and last November, my weekend there was kinky and it was sexy and yes romantic. Plus very decadent.

Perfect weekend

It feels hard to believe that it is very nearly December, and that we have to start to think about Christmas. In one way, the past two months or so have sped past in a kind of blur of activity. But it has been a tiring painful time. Having my mum in hospital for the past two weeks has been challenging, but thankfully she is now recovering at home, and fears about a more serious disease than pneumonia (though that is serious enough) appear unfounded.

Master decided that we should have a weekend away and go somewhere that His girl would unwind and where we could both be pampered. That place was a lovely and pretty luxurious hotel in Amsterdam, a place with suites where you get a jacuzzi bath, sauna and steam shower in your room. A place where such wonderful luxury can lure a girl into thinking that she is with a regular romantic until He hogties her and then leaves her while He has a shower.

My overriding  memory of the weekend is one of relaxation and pampering. Sipping champagne in the jacuzzi, going down on each other in the sauna. Apparently there was a list of things of which along with hogtying me on the bed were included.

We also explored the City of Amsterdam a little, though mainly in relation to eating and drinking. This wasn’t a tourist type weekend, it was one of indulgence. One which for me was perfect and one to look back on with pleasure.

The good, the bad and slightly bizarre

I have been wondering how to describe the last couple of days and maybe this will sum it up! Perhaps reverse order, like X Factor, Britain’s Got Talent and Miss World? Warning: this will be quite a long post so I am splitting it into two.

Slightly Bizarre
Sir was very pleased with himself. He found a lovely B&B in the middle of the City, overlooking the Cathedral. It was very nice, and the room was lovely. The bed was low, but it was beautiful. If a Person arrived there organised, with rope then their Sub could be tied to that bed nicely. Still we weren’t to know, and sadly despite the lovely spacious room, with its lovely bed, beautiful bathroom, we won’t be able to visit again. This is directly related to the decision i made aproximately a week or more ago that staying over would be a step too far.

Cheating on hubby doesn’t come easily to me, i am new to it. Indeed i would say i am learning how to be Sir’s slut more quickly and efficiently than learning to be particularly adventurous or good at telling lies. Usually in a year i might stay out overnight once or twice and i have already done that 3 times (only one of those with Sir mind you, the others on bonefide work trips). I should have made this number 4 but instead i decided to go home and then return to Sir bright and early. This was a mistake in a small B&B. The lady of the house met me at the front door as i left, and asked where i was going and what about my husband? I managed to escape but then getting into my car realised i had left my glasses in Sir’s room (damn Sir’s glasses fetish, contact lenses are often more convenient)! Sir brought my glasses down, which involved him needing to interact with Mrs lady of the house!

i returned in the morning; Sir told me that she continued to refer to me as his wife, though he had never told her i was such a person. She greeted me as i came in feeling not a little embarrassed, but to be honest Sir kept me busy for a good hour or more after that (more later).

i had brought a bag with me, with the sorts of things a girl might need when meeting her lover on a summers evening (stockings, suspenders, a variety of toys and fuck me shoes to name but a few things). These were packed in the bag as we prepared to leave at around 10.30.

At around 3pm, as i dropped Sir at the station it became apparent that while we had Sir’s belongings we did not have mine. Luckily Sir had suggested he take home with him a number of items  – maids outfit and my split bra and knickers (Sir particularly likes these), so these were in his bag. After leaving Sir to get his train i returned to the B&B and Mrs lady of the house.

She opened the door with a little smile. The kind of smile that tells you she has had a good look and has a mental view of every item – the egg vibe with remote control, the butt plug, the vibrator (the last 2 not used on this occasion), the suspender belt, stockings and the black 4 inch heels. “you will be needing this” she said as i practically ran to my car and drove off. Sir’s text later showed he found all of this VERY amusing.

The moral. Be brave, stay the night with your man and don’t forget your bag especially if its contents are a little on the embarrassing side!

The Bad

This bit will be short, since not much was actually bad.

The weather could have been better; have i mentioned how terrible this summer is proving, well it is! There was rain and when it wasn’t raining it wasn’t entirely dry. Still we didn’t let the weather cause us too much trouble since we are British people who are used to it!

Sir felt a little off colour over the two days. However he didn’t really let it prevent us having some pretty good sex. OK so he wasn’t necessarily up to his own very high standards, but they were way higher than those offered up by most men. i was not disappointed!

Nothing else was especially bad. Good will follow shortly!