Over the past 3 years we have spoken a few times about introducing another person into our relationship for play purposes. We have discussed the idea of another girl who would play with me and who I would watch having sex with Him. We have also talked about me having sex with another man while he looks on. These things sound fun and sexy in theory, they are a massive turn on to us both. But I know from experience that talking and doing can be quite different things.
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!
So Kink of the Week for 1-15 September is Hair. Having covered pubic hair already, the focus this time is the hair on your head.
I am probably from a generation that while shaving legs and under arms was the norm, shaving pubic hair was not. For me, a person who always grew hair a plenty this was something of a relief. The idea of spending my entire life in the bathroom, summer and winter did not appeal. That is not to say that I didn’t fancy walking around with less hair, but just that the effort was too much, unless that is, I was due to wear a bikini any day soon.
While the hair grows in more places than I would like, it has taken some time to reach its full potential, maybe it is an age and menopause thing.
Being written on is a feature of this relationship and is something this slave have come to really enjoy. There is something both erotic and humiliating about having words such as slut, whore, property, Master’s or indeed MPB written on your body. Master frequently gets his sharpie pen out and writes on his girl’s flesh. Usually he writes on the breast or lower abdomen and he seems to get quite a thrill out of it as does this girl. Often it takes some days for the ink to rub / be washed off and there is a certain thrill to standing in front of the mirror after a few days and catching sight of his words. Something quite new is the orgasm tally for the weekend / night / day.
Master loves giving orgasms to his slave. He tries to deny her for periods of time, but since he enjoys the look on her, the way her back arches and body shudders he is more in favour of multiple orgasms than none at all.
But all orgasms are controlled and they are counted and every time the slave is given permission to cum she thanks him and tell him who it belongs to.
This weekend’s tally is 11 – 6 (shown in the picture) yesterday and 5 this morning. Master keeps count as this girl finds it difficult to do so, given that the orgasms might come (or cum) close together and will have caused some degree of sexual fogginess of the brain. Number 1 was definitely after he had used his tongue on this girls clitoris, and was also tweaking a nipple. Another was when Master instructed the slave to touch herself and bring herself off. Others were during penetration – His cock inside while Master rubbed her, or as his cock moves in and out of her.
Master loves to get this girl into such a state of arousal that she is almost in a permanent state of orgasm. Such a thing happened yesterday and again this morning. Indeed this morning this girl almost orgasmed by stroking Master’s cock with her hands, feeling the soft flesh, noting the contrast between that softness and the hardness of His erection. He began to feel one of her nipples and she exclaimed how wet she was, just through the act of touching him. His fingers moved to feel that wetness and he asked if should would like to cum. Of course she wanted to and within seconds another was added to the tally.
As something of a part 2, here is the photo this girl took 2 years ago yesterday when Master had first asked her to become His slave:
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.
For me there is something extremely sexy and erotic about the fantasy of being kidnapped and held captive. Especially if that captivity involved being kept naked or scantily clad for a period of time, perhaps forever as Master’s sex slave.
There was a time when I might have just wanted a strong, dominant man to take me away from the life I was so unhappy living. Now, though my fantasy doesn’t involve just any dominant, but one in particular. I guess though, in desiring Master to kidnap me, it could only happen once. Linking those thoughts to the reality of my current life, living in my former marital home and where I can spend only part of the week as Master’s slave, my thoughts of captivity bring with them a kind of freedom.
How wonderful it would be to be taken by Master and told that I am now to stay with him. To be told that I have no need of possessions. That I am his slave to do with as he sees fit, to be used for his pleasure when and how he wants. To be in a place where I can’t escape, and where I am expected to do as I am told, a place where I provide service to him and him alone.
Of course, in this fantasy, I am obedient and always do as I am told. I am not the wilful girl that I often am in reality. I wouldn’t complain about being naked, about being chained if that was what he wanted. I would take pain willingly without resistance, but instead embrace it and love it. What is more, kneeling would be something I could do for long periods of each day, without ever complaining of pain in my knees.
For me, this fantasy is about release. By being taken and held captive, I am able to leave behind the remnants of my former life. I am able to stop worrying about everything else in life other than Master. At last I am able to fulfil my desire to be his slave and property at all times. I am able to devote myself to him, to worship him and to kneel before him naked. Also though I am able to take care of him and to allow him to take care of me.
Perhaps then, this fantasy isn’t about being physically taken and held, but about letting go of the past and about embracing my role as his slave. It is about completing the journey we started two years ago, and acknowledging that it would be so much easier if he just took me, rather than me having to go through the reality of selling the house, divorcing my ex and all of the stresses that involves.
On the introductory page for the current Kink of the Week, Molly invites us to google quotes relating to kissing. I did and the Einstein quote above is my favourite.
You see Master takes kissing very seriously, he loves to kiss me and I really love that he does, since I love to kiss him too.
There are a number of different types of kiss that take place within our relationship, from little gentle pecks on the lips when something has amused us or we just feel the need to do so, through to the passionate kisses that take place during sex. In between there is the slow and sensual exploratory kiss as we wake or late at night when we sit together on the sofa or lie in bed. A teasing of the tongues, a meeting of lips as we touch each other’s bodies. He loves it when I kiss ‘like a whore’, apparently not all women put their tongues into the mouths of their partners as they kiss, only certain types of women. But when your lover is busy giving you nipple pain, or exploring your clitoris then I fail to see how a woman can resist the desire to passionately kiss that man. For me passion includes exploring all of him, including his mouth.
I usually kiss with my eyes closed. Not because I don’t want to look, but because it helps me to shut out everything outside of him and the things he is doing to me. Sometimes though I sneak a peek to see if he has his eyes open or closed. Sometimes they are closed and sometimes not. Perhaps he is doing the same.
What is for sure, is that the kind of kissing that we like to engage in could not be done while driving, well not safely. What is more he is one fantastic kisser and only 10 days till I get to kiss him again!
As a few people have mentioned in response to this topic, us girls don’t always have a history of enjoying the experience of tasting or feeling our lover’s semen. But when the relationship is right and we are given the opportunity to know more about ourselves and our lover then this is one of the things we also come to enjoy. Such has been the case for me.
I have been absent from Kink of the Week for a while. I knew Molly was taking over permanently, but hadn’t realised she had created a new home for it. Today though I read Malfic’s post and that led me, well here. Just in time too, since this one ends today!
Master has helped change my understanding, partly through my piercings and because he prefers his slave not to wear underwear including a bra where possible when we are together.
Combining the almost constant arousal that the nipple jewellery gives along with the way that those nipples brush against my clothes and it would be true to say that I am always well on the way to an orgasm when I am with Master. Add to that dimension the orgasm control that Master is able to exert over me then we have a situation where very little direct stimulation is required from him and I am giving him an orgasm on the count of 5 (or 10 or how ever many he decides).
Play or sex often starts with Master sucking or pinching His slave’s nipples; it helps get us both into that special place we both want to be. The fact that those nipples are always available to Him definitely helps and is something I am very happy with.
I must admit that since we had the piercings done there hasn’t been much in the way of nipple clamping, and that is maybe something I would like to change. Plus Master has mentioned the idea of stretching my nipples with some kind of gadget He has; I would be up for that.
Damn it, I love my nipples and love to have them played with, I am glad Master feels the same way.