Name Calling

What I was going to write, reminded me of an awful Rihanna song that I hate.  So now I can’t write it. I will just get to the point.

Today he called me a sex-starved-nympho. (Whose fault is that???)

Then he called me a cock-hungry-whore. (Again whose fault is that???)

I feel the normal response to such insults should be anger, or something of the sort. Me, I am just totally turned on because he yelled those words at me whilst I was restrained, enduring one of the best spankings I have had in a really long time. Today was a good day.

Breathless

I thought about turning to some anonymous blog, but why do that, when I have all of you!

You know that moment when you are building, and building, and you are so close. Your breathing erratic, your mind is half way to some dark abyss of nothingness, and in that moment you are silently begging him with your eyes to let you come this time. Begging for him not to stop, ready to give your life for what you know will be seconds of seemingly unending bliss.

Then it begins, this cosmic burst of nerves, and pleasure, and good, so good, and you realize you can’t breathe. Your breath is caught somewhere in the back of your throat, caught somewhere in time. You want to breathe, but your body fights it, seemingly shutting down to feel every bit of THIS, every convulsion, every second of THIS, that seems to keep going, and going, with new sensations of cold, and hot, and tingles, and bright bright starry lights,  and you’re dying to feel air in your lungs again, but this feels so good, and suddenly you inhale so deeply you seem to lose your breath again,  because you can’t seem to get enough of it, you began hyperventilating, then his arms.

His arms are there around you, consoling you, bringing you back to equilibrium. His arm are there to bring you back to the here, and the now.  You cry. You cry because it is over, you cry because it happened, you cry because of what he can do to you, you cry because he possesses you, you cry because you are no longer your own person, you cry because you love him, you cry because you’d do anything to feel THIS again. You cry because you have no earthly idea how you got from the couch to your bed, or how long you’ve been here.

Ah, reason has returned. The tears have subsided, and his thumbs are wiping the last of them away. When you look at him, the look he gives you, that look that can only be seen in moments like these, that look that makes you love him that much more.  You kiss him, a kiss him full of reverence, gratitude, lust, but mostly love. This kiss, that moves you again, not to achieve THAT feeling, but just to be one with him again.

wait wait… that was not the point of this post, my goodness can I go on and on…

I am asking a question. Question is, has anyone ever fainted mid-orgasm?

I literally thought I was going to pass out from oxygen deprivation. I am used to being breathless for a few moments, but for some reason this time, it just seemed to go on forever. Don’t get me wrong, I am not complaining. I just wonder considering there was no breath play involved at all, if anyone has passed out… do tell.

Now that I’ve written, today is Tuesday, and I get to play by myself. mas

Day 18 &19

I beleve 18 (Any kinky/BDSM pet peeves? If so, what are they?) has been covered already.

So I am moving on to 19-Any unexpected ways kink has improved your life? If so, what are they?

I am happy. I honestly don’t think I could ever truly be happy without it. This lifestyle, is a part of who I am. I need it to function properly. When I go too long without,  I miss it. Sounds like a drug huh? I guess it is to some extent.

Kink has provided me with one of the most fulfilling relationships I could have ever hoped to have.

A Dominant’s Craft

Last week whilst I was splayed across his desk, I heard one of the sexiest most delicious, pussy wetting commands to ever come out of his mouth.

I was restrained with a frog tie. My mouth was stuffed with the end of a rolled up magazine. My fingers clinged to each side of the desk. Sir was already abusing me quite nicely. He was devouring my pussy, and his fingers were relentless in probing my ass.  My eyes were screwed shut trying to focus on not muttering a sound when suddenly the sensation stopped. I opened my eyes, and he was staring down at me.

“I’ll be back,” he said and started out of the room. A second later he was looking at me again, with the most villainous grin. “Keep that pussy wet.”

That directive, those four demanding words, made me feel like something. I didn’t know what I was feeling, or why those words made me feel that way. What I did know, was that the words spoken to me completed that task for me. It felt like they made my juices run freely. I was hurt and disappointed that I wasn’t allowed to moves my fingers to feel just how wet they made me.

A few days have passed and I can’t figure out why those words did so much to my body. I think if he said them today it wouldn’t be the same. What is it about certain moments that make certain things like a hard slap on the ass, a slightly softer smack on the face, the feelings of fingers wrapped around your neck stand out amongst all the others?

This is their craft. Each Dominant to know their submissive’s so well. To know exactly what to say, and when to say it. To know exactly what to do and when to do it.

Who The Hell Are You?

For the first time today I cam across a blog that I didn’t like. Actually I think I came across a blogger I didn’t like. It was one of those moments where you can’t stop reading. Not because you love it, but you are so appalled. It started with a comment on a blog that I’ve quickly come to love.

The comment said “you wasted your time writing this. Should have reposted [my thoughts on this subject. By the way,  so everyone can read my blog here is the url] After picking my mouth up off of the hardwoods. I just got a little pissed off.

Who the hell are you to tell someone what they should or should not post on their blog.It is theirs to do what they please. I understand discussing a matter, disagreeing with a post, all of these are common human interactions. To tell someone that writing what was going on in their mind was a “waste of time.” AHHHH This has been nagging me since I read it (see the emotional monster continues)

So curiosity got the best of me, and I followed the link to this presser’s blog. More of the same attacking people and their blogs, with links as to what blogs they were attacking.  What A BITCH. I am not really one to call anyone else names. I just couldn’t believe it. My goodness they need a spanking. They need to be restrained, and fucked, and fucked, and fucked, until they are taught some manners.

So in closing of my rant I will say this. I thought this was a place where people appreciated each other sharing what is on their mind. Or they did the decent thing like someone taught them, and if they didn’t have anything good to say they didn’t say anything at all.

I’d like to personally thank my followers, and everyone else who have visited my humble virtual abode. Thank you for not coming in and complaining about the texture of my carpet, or the shade on my walls, or the length of my drapes. Thanks for coming, chatting with me, leaving words of encouragement, or telling me that you will agree to disagree. Thank you for not telling me that my feelings are a waste of time.

For all of those that I follow, thanks for posting the pics you do. Thanks for writing the musings that come to you. Thanks for sharing what you did last night. I appreciate it. So much so this little sub here would have no problem begging for you to continue. So please do. It would be a shame to make me beg.

Day~15 and 16

Day 15: Post a BDSM/kink activity you’re curious about and would like to try.

This to me is exactly like Day 6: Describe your weirdest/most interesting sexual fantasy.

Therefore I am going to go on to Day 16: What are the most difficult aspects of having a sexuality that involves kink or BDSM for you personally?

Right now the only thing difficult is keeping that aspect of my relationship secret. Next week when my son comes home, it will be very difficult. Trying to keep quiet, trying to make sure that the toy drawers are always kept secret. Six year old’s tend to think that everyplace is theirs to explore.  Although I am happy he is coming back, I am saddened by the lull that is to come in my BDSM life.

Now before I found the perfect man for me( do I need to make a statement about no one being perfect?). The most difficult part was having to find someone. I am a sub, and I opinionated as hell. I am quite independent and I have found that it is difficult for some men to date me. Shrugs. I am kind of picky too, in general. So add on trying to find a man  that meets all my criteria, and then trying to ensure he is Dom without being all PLEASE SPANK ME

Before I found him I used to wish I could be content without it. I wished that I could be vanilla. So I wish to say to those that may feel as I did. There is someone out there for you 🙂 Cheesy and corny I know, but I swear it is true.

 

Caged God

I saw this and that is what came to me. A caged God, full of promise. Image

This gives restrained a whole new picture.

Does it not say, as soon as I get out, I am going to get you. When I get ahold of you I am going to drive you wild. Take you to new places, full of pleasure, and pain, and everything between. Maybe I should make a new page and title it “Oh What Picture Can Do”