A reconnection

The trip to Sicily was amazing, but it was busy. We walked and walked, often up hills or steps, and we saw so many amazing things. We drank wonderful beer and wine and ate some amazing meals. But most nights we fell exhausted into bed (often it was a different bed from the night before) and in the morning got up early enough to grab breakfast before moving onto the next wonderful place.

We had a lovely weekend in Agrigento, in an apartment. For 3 days we were able to come and go, eat and drink what and when we wanted (mainly simple breakfasts of fruit and yoghurt plus good coffee with hot milk!) and know that no one was going to want to come in and clean the room (or whatever). We had our busiest day while there, when we went to visit the Greek temples. It was hot and very sticky, and the day was a long one, we walked miles, including in the evening since the nearest restaurants were half an hour away (on foot, as we wanted to be able to have wine etc with dinner). The next day though, which was Sunday we went to the supermarket and bought food and wine for dinner so that after an afternoon of sightseeing we were able to grab some down time.
At the end of the following week we found ourselves at a wonderful, very classy hotel in Palermo. Here we experienced a little bit of luxury; lovely breakfasts over looking the sea, drinks and nibbles on the patio and a couple of hours by (and in) the pool. But the hotel was quite a way out of town so we needed to use the hotel shuttle or a taxi (as previously mentioned we only walked it once!) to go anywhere and once out in the morning preferred to stay out until after dinner.
We returned from holiday invigorated, and probably fitter. I put on 3lb, (probably due to beer, crisps, nuts and olives which we tended to eat at lunchtime since they came with the beer), but have already lost 2. The holiday was active, but not tiring even though we were busy. What we didn’t have much time for though was sex or any real opportunity to play. I mostly wore underwear, to prevent chafing and other effects of 30c (and higher) heat.

Then last weekend we were also busy with a concert on Saturday and then a friend visiting from Holland Sunday and Monday. We had a lovely time showing her more of London and on Sunday we had a lovely meal in a family run Italian restaurant, thank goodness such places still exist in London. The train home on both nights was around 11pm.

During the week we expressed our frustration about how the M/s side of things seemed to have been lacking for us both. For me it felt that I was failing as His slave in some way, and he expressed to me that perhaps he wasn’t doing his job as Master well. However the reality is that we are experiencing real life. You can’t have it, well not all of the time.
This weekend has been different. We have had plenty of time to spend having sex and in rediscovering my submission and His dominance. I have been on my knees for the first time in ages worshipping Master’s wonderful cock. There has been plenty of sex, many orgasms and a lot of time just reconnecting with each other. We have also had time to sit and do very little, I have left him to some clearing out while I went to the sales in town. He has cooked for us, and then we have walked to the pub. We have spent time talking about our holiday, remembering places, people and the wonderful things we did and saw.
We have taken tim to rebalance and reconnect and our relationship is all the better for the opportunity to do just that.

Valentines day

She was awake early; she had slept well and felt rested. The same was true for Him. Despite their busy Saturday and the fact that they had finished the night with cheese, wine and cocktails they were both alert.
She lay in bed beside Him just surfing and checking out her usual websites.
He did the same, though His involved some places that were far more erotic. He rubbed him self as He viewed what was on offer
He got up suddenly and walked around the bed, instructing her to get on her knees. 
Soon He was fucking her. Fucking her in such a way that she felt Him deep inside of her cunt. Fucking her in such a way that she knew that she was wetter than wet. 
He asked her who she was, what she was. Of course she is His slave, His slut and His cunt. 
she told him so. 
Master’s cock filled that worthless cunt and she knew there was no better way to start Valentines day. 
Who needs roses?

Kink of the week – Semen

As a few people have mentioned in response to this topic, we 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.

Before Master there was S and before that hubby. With hubby, for a reason i cannot explain, I found no pleasure in sucking cock or indeed in experiencing the warm damp feeling of his cum. I am not sure he enjoyed it himself, indeed perhaps he found it almost repulsive, something to consign to a tissue. Perhaps that is the clue.
With S, I was encouraged to enjoy his cock, which I did and to taste and feel his spunk. I did these things, as I knew it was what he wanted from me and gradually I began to enjoy.
Things with Master have moved on in spades though. I love the taste and feel of His cock and gradually I have learned to savour the different substances that emerge from it. The taste is not always perfect, it depends on what he has consumed in the day or so before. But it is always an interesting experience. Part of this is the fact that he has no fear of either of our bodily fluids, indeed he feels they are part of the overall experience of our sex life. But it is not all about taste, it is about feel and about being used about being his slave.
Early on in our relationship Master told me that he no longer wished me to shave. I had assumed this was something all Dominants wanted after my experience of S and reading blogs, fetlife and other websites. No, he wanted me to grow a cultured bush that he could use as a landing mat! It took both he and I by surprise that it took quite so many months to grow my bush back into any kind of hairy place, but that is what exists now. What is more, it is my eternal pride to say that Master loves the feel of that place so much the the touches it frequently when the opportunity arises.
Often I can see that he is considering where to shoot his load; my mouth, my cunt, arse, or indeed the silky fur (as he calls it) of my bush or some other place on my body. Where ever it goes it will be hot, salty or sweet and it will have that special smell that I have come to love, but we are middle aged people so this is a one off thing today, and he is the boss, he choses and I enjoy that choice.

Cock worship

It would be true to say that if someone had asked me two years ago if i was someone who found worshipping a man’s cock an attractive prospect, i would have laughed in their face.

This was before i realised what an amazing organ the right cock is, especially when your body has been owned by another and it is expected that you give that body up to the desires of your man.
I learned a lot in my previous relationship. He taught me how to suck his cock in the way he wanted, to recognise that it was not my need that was important but that He was the important one. While He used my mouth quite a bit, actually He used my cunt and arse more. But it is true he helped me well on the way to being a cock worshipping slut. 
The relationship i have now is a little different. The key thing is that Graeme is so receptive to the things i do for Him. He has taught me the things He likes and since i like to please i have set about to do them. The more i touch and suck His cock in the way he wants, the more i show just how much i am growing to love His cock the more he feels aroused by the way in which i do and in turn the more i want to worship it.
The first thing i did was to hand over control of my body to Graeme. This was not hard, since i don’t have anyone else to give it to, other than to retain it for myself, and where is the fun in that? While it can be enjoyable to keep your orgasms for yourself it is more fulfilling to give them away to another, plus with that comes ownership of more of your body.
So i willingly gave up His ownership of all of my body to Him and i definitely don’t regret it. With it comes lots of touching of His body, including in public as well as a great deal of penetration. With both of those comes orgasms, provided and given back to him in a variety of ways and with subtly different feelings for me (all good). The best part though is that i am now able to worship a cock that i love. 
It is hard to describe why and how this is different for me. It is not about size or shape, nor is it about who gave me the better time as each time is good in its own way.
But this is about knowing that This Man at this time appreciates the way in which i care for Him. It is about knowing that He likes the things my mouth can do for Him. The more He lets me know that He appreciates the way i love His cock then the more i want to worship it. 
So, while cock worship is about the feel, the smell, the taste of Him, it is also about what that worship does and for me, that goes to the heart of my submission. Something i have written about here today, as i approach the end of the second year of my journey.

Connection and worship

Last night I asked New Dom what I should call him here. We discussed Gadget Man, but I know he wasn’t keen on that in the first instance and any way he is way more than his various toys. So we have settled on my calling him Graeme, which as it happens is his name.

We discussed our connection. New as it is, it is also quite intense. He was a little worried, having read comments here that he was taking me further than I have been before very quickly. I have reassured him that I am ready for that and am happy with how things are. What we are doing together feels right for both of us and I have no desire right now to do things any differently. We talked about our next play time and also some time to just be together which will hopefully be tomorrow after work.

Graeme is quite interested in the CWS blogging area and in cock worship generally. He has read my blog on the subject, and no doubt had a look on Spanky’s blog of the same name. I am really sad that Spanky is closing things down, though I understand his reasons and agree that our posts belong on our own blogs anyway.

Having a new cock to worship is something I am enjoying as part of this new relationship. I haven’t exactly worshipped very many (well one other) and generally he taught me to worship his in the way he wanted. The great thing now is that I get to adapt that style to a new man and he can get me doing what he wants. Feels like a win win on all sides.

Most of all though I am getting to explore new aspects of my submission, I am getting to connect with Graeme regularly and to see him often. We both have needs which require satisfying and it seems that I have found the right person to do so with. What are the chances of managing this twice in a row?

Sometimes you just have to take what life offers and if that offers the opportunity for part of you to be owned by another and for you to be able to worship part of them – well  – Let it be (as some 60’s pop group once said)!

Photo from Black and White Erotic Images

Worship and possession

One of the big things i have learnt over the past couple of years is that submission is about undertaking some level of worship of my Dom, physically and on another level emotionally. If someone has a body (particularly the manhood attached to that body) that is pleasing to the eye and to the touch then physical worship is quite easy. Who doesn’t want to kneel while she has her mouth around a large cock? Who doesn’t want to feel Him inside her. It is the emotional worship that is more important though. The submission for me is about that latter state and it is that which i think i have needed to learn and to understand.

At the same time, the Dom wants to claim the sub for his own. He wants her to worship Him physically, openly invite being used by Him. What better way than with his manhood. For Him also though it is about being worshipped and possessing her emotionally. 
Last week, by concentrating on my needs my new Dom began that process. There wasn’t all that much in the way of cock worship, but by starting to own my body and my mind i began to see that i most definitely wanted to worship. Orgasm after orgasm washed over me and through the pleasure and pain i began to submit to him. We both knew that yesterday, date two, would be different. When i arrived i was already his possession, i was already in full submission mode. But he set about getting me to show how i would worship him. 
His cock is large enough that it fills each of my holes. He made full use of me and it was good to be filled by him. It was the anal sex though that made me want to worship Him more, and made us both realise complete possession had taken place. He entered me from behind, with me lying on my side. He moved gently, then more quickly and roughly inside me. As is often the case these days my orgasm which was already close began to build; a fully penetrated arse does something serious to my senses and i can pretty much cum without much other stimulation. For a long time after this we lay together. Him very hard and long inside me, and me completely fulfilled by the possession that was taking place. We talked, he tweaked and squeezed my nipples and from time to time stroked my clit. But the over riding thing was the presence of his cock inside my most private place. We both know he wanted to stay there as long as possible so that i knew that i was His, that i was owned by Him.
When it came to taking Him in my mouth later, the feelings of worshipping Him and that wonderful cock almost overwhelmed me. I was able to take Him deep in my throat and to give him the pleasure He wanted. 
I guess this means that I do belong in the Cock Worshipping Society.

A gift from Fondles

I am gearing up to write a proper post, really I am. Life is just busy right now, and it is also complex. I have some time off coming up and I promise to give a proper update.

For now though, I am gifted a quiz by Fondles which gives a hint of life for joolz right now.

1. Does the cock you worship have a name? Would you like to give him one? 

— No and not really. I do love His cock but no, a name in not necessary

2. What’s the max number of times you’ve worshipped cock in a 24 hour period? 

— Often we only get 24 hours in any 2-3 week period so lots of worship is required. Essentially during that time, my purpose is to worship His cock whenever he wants. Generally 3-4 times I would say (in whichever way he chooses).

3. How often does cock-worshipping take place?

— Sadly not often enough. But we make the most of that time!

4. When worshipping cock, do you start with balls? [Yes / No and elaborate please.]

— No, I generally start with the cock and move on to the balls

5. Do / Can you deep throat?

— This is a skill that I am still perfecting, but am pleased to report that I am getting much better at it.

6. Spit or swallow? (Yeah yeah, I had to right?)

— Swallow every time thanks

7. What do you focus on when worshipping cock? 

— On giving him the pleasure he deserves. I concentrate on going deep and on getting my mouth around the size of him again. I try to shut out other thoughts and concentrate on the cock. It seems to work

8. How long is a typical cock worshipping session for you?

— It might be a few minutes it might be longer, generally time passes and often I am surprised just how many.

9. What is your favourite cock worshipping position?

— It depends on the situation. There is nothing like dropping to my knees soon after I have arrived to see him. Then there is on my back with his cock slipping further and further down. Then there is him on his back in the early morning while I go down on him…..

10. If you had to give up oral sex, which would you choose – never giving again, or never getting again?

— mmm difficult as since I discovered I like to give him oral, I can’t imagine not, but then again I love to receive……. on balance it is of course always better to give than receive….

His slut

She wore a tight grey skirt, with a cream top. Heels.

Every bit the business woman?

Well a cream top with black bra?

Seamed stockings?

As they entered the bar, she looked around and saw people in casual dress. It was Sunday, so people were out for lunch, socialising, chatting.

He observed that men looked at her legs, observed the heels, skirt, blouse, bra. He loved it – his slut watched by other men in this way.

As they sat with their drinks, he told her to open her legs for him. Of course she complied.

She tried to chat normally, he smiled at the idea that they were observed in this way. Last time they had sat in this bar, she had felt conspicuous by her dress and demeanour. This time she ignored any embarrassment, proud to be HIS slut.

They finished their drinks, and headed for their room. Outside the door, he paused and ran his hand up her stockinged leg, inside her panties. she gasped as his fingers stroked her wet pussy, her clit. Taking his hand away, he undid the zip on his trousers, releasing his large, hard cock. She was on her knees before he told her to suck.

Gratefully she took him into her mouth. Closing her eyes, she tried to block out the sounds in the pub area below. Instead she concentrated on the feel of him, the taste and smell. She was pleased to have her mouth filled with him at last.

Then as she got to her feet, he used the key card to admit them to the privacy of their room.

He had loved that she had looked every bit his slut in the bar and that she had behaved like one outside the room. Now, she would be His slut in the room. They both knew what would happen next…….

Still here

I haven’t had much to write about over the past couple of weeks, plus I have been busy with work and things. That doesn’t mean I am not here and it doesn’t mean I am not keeping up to date with other blogs.

Reading what everyone else is up in their daily lives makes me a little jealous. More and more, I would like to be in a relationship where the D/s and the sex didn’t have to be planned out. Living in the marital home, mostly without a husband, a hundred miles from the man I am involved with is not conducive to spontaneity. It is not as if he can call round and make demands on me, any more than I can call round his and offer myself to him. Still we are where we are and generally things are good.

Having said that, we have something planned out for tomorrow. What is more, we are heading back to the hotel where we first met. The place where I lost my virginity (so to speak), where I dressed in clothes which could only be described as slutty – short skirt, wrap around top, black stockings and heels. Walked into the hotel bar and essentially picked up my man. I was beyond nervous, so much so that I remember little about the whole thing, other than we had a lot of sex for a very long time and that I had anal for the first time. I know that I knelt before him and sucked him and that he used me. I also know that it was good, because I came back for more, much more.

Tomorrow, things will be a little different. For one thing we know each other well. Things will be much more relaxed than that first time. Plus we are going to get out into the countryside, picnic and geocache. But he will again take on the role of Master and I will be his submissive. He may well have me suck him in the woods, he will probably touch what is his and I will do what he wants willingly. Back in the room, I will dress for him in the way he likes and he will call me his slut. He will tell me to bend over and I am pretty sure he will slap me, perhaps with his hand, a belt, or if I am lucky he will have brought the riding crop! If I am even luckier he will have brought the nipple clamps and my nipples will be already tingling and burning.

For a few hours I will be his again. His to use as he wishes. That is what we are offering each other right now, and that is what we accept. For now this will do because I like being with him, he likes being with me and life is complicated enough to not take what you can from it.

Definitely more to come in a couple of days.