Back to life or ... gone for good

Dear naughty reader,


It's been a while...
I had to turn off the blog because of suspiciously high number of hits from a particular location.
It could have been spam, but it could have been ill-intended...we shall see...
If another suspicious activity is registered, then despite my very sincere desire to keep the blog alive...I will have to turn it off again and for good. Let's see how it goes...
Meawhile, stay tuned for my next post...I'm working on it!


ES

You know you are into BDSM when...

...going to the clinic to have blood drawn is making your day. People fear needles, they cry, they faint at the sight of blood. Not me!  My back shivers even now at the memory of how firmly the needle entered my vain, the nurse knew what she was doing. What she didn't know is how much I enjoyed it!
I guess I'm into pain and surely into BDSM!
Tonight I needed the adrenaline rush so badly...I had to give in...and enjoyed the needles slowly sliding into my flesh...

Pain & pleasure

I live off memories of pleasure -

pleasure gained through pure pain.

Now new pain that's hard to measure

without yielding pleasure reigns.

My stage he entered uninvited.

In play called 'Life' I gave him role.

Into 'the Scene' he gently guided 

my curiosity - I lost control

From Master of my own desires.

I turned into a passion's Slave.

Right then his lust expired.

Was he too feeble, was I too brave?

I live off memories of pleasure

as center piece on empty stage,

until the play resume I'll treasure 

the ropes that tame my inner rage.

My hands were tied...

...and that's my very lame excuse for not posting much lately, but (good news!) a couple of posts are in the writing...Until then I am leaving you with this shot of me... I so love to be tied! 

Mellow morning

Every time I go to a Douwe Edberts Cafe and I see 'Mellow morning' on the list of drinks...I can't help it, but smile. I picture messy bed, late morning, two warm bodies intertwined  in whatever way you like it, fingers playing with the other's hair, skin, making love slowly, sensually but intensely... and perhaps in some later moment, two cups of hot coffee enter the scene. I picture two smiling faces and a little bit of love in the air...
Well, this morning was not one of these...
After being sick and in bed for a few days, I woke up in a mood for sex, in a mood for ropes, St.Andrews cross, my Master with a whip in his hand... I wanted a gag in my mouth, my tits slapped hard, my pussy kissed by the cattle prod, I wanted to be spanked...I was in a mood for some serious action. But I was alone...
So, what did I do?
I did a bit of self-bondage, clamped my nipples as painfully as possible, I slipped in a couple of anal beads (the vibrating type), and got my rabbit 'hopping'...I always play with my clit first. I stimulated it until it was red and throbbing, until my cunt got wet and weeping. Then I pushed the rabbit in...all of it.
And I kept contracting my muscles on top of it, for a most intense pleasure.
There is nothing like feeling the anal beads ocassionally touching the head of the rabbit, while his ears are still sending chocks to my clit. One hand on the vibrator, one hand pulling on the nipple clamps chain...you get the picture, don't you?
Stimulated like that, it doesn't take long to explode into a totally delicious orgasm...and then I just drop dead in my bed...and later on I wake up for a second time, for my Mellow Morning...

Strap-on story

Until about a week ago my babe had a virgin anus...not counting my playful fingers being in on occasion...and one at a time ;-) But he was ready for a stronger experience, so we bought a strap-on. A pretty reasonable size, I might add. The harness fit me like a soft glove. I loved the way I looked...with a 'penis'! Latex key-hole buckled top, fish-net stockings, leather boots, strap-on on! Whip in my hand too! The spark in my eye anticipating the fun...I don't think he was so keen on it. Surely the dildo size was impressive for a first timer. 
We started sweet and nice with a bondage. Ropes around his chest, around his ankles, and then ankles tied to the table legs. A hood over his head. A few whips on his totally sexy butt. Just a warm up! I could hear the heavy breading right away. Next I bent him over the table and after stretching his arms above the head, I tied his wrists to the other legs of the table. And threw another rope over his back and around the table. He was tied well now and not going anywhere.
I crouched behind and with two hands I gently touched his butt cheeks. I pull them a apart and licked his anus, circling and pressing with my tongue where the dildo would be soon finding its way in. I felt the muscles convulsing. Not surprised...I kept licking for a bit, then squeezed a bit of lube and my finger entered. Not like other times, I twisted my finger till I felt his anus relax a bit...good! While all this was going on, my other hand moved to his cock and stroke him slowly, but holding tight. I love his firm cock!
A few more moments and it was time...I applied a generous amount of lube and penetrated him, just a little at first...well, a couple of inches or so. Then stopped for a few seconds, didn't hear a sound, and pulled off.  A sigh came out of the mask. I ran a hand through the length of his back...he was doing so well, I wanted to hug him, or kiss him...but no! A Dom can not do that...
A bit more lube and another penetration push, back out a bit, and in again, some more, out and in again...a couple more times, and...there, it's all in. And I'm not pulling back this time. I let my babe feel it all in. 
He releases the sweetest and softest of screams, I've ever heard him do...I'm so happy he is enjoying it. Because it's my first time using a strap-on, and I can't feel anything, it's just a piece attached to me...
But my babe's sounds translate to pleasure...and I'm so glad it's all working well...
The Dom is home!

Needles

Inspired by QS  we played with needles. We used various sizes - short and thin, and longer, but thicker. First my babe showed me how he put one through the skin of his scrotum. He said it didn't hurt. It didn't bleed either. He remained silent. Looked cool!  And turned me on! 
Then it was my turn. I chose to put one in my tit. With one firm motion I just stuck it in...not through the skin, but in my tit. Right next to my nipple. I did not feel any pain. But the mere look of it got me aroused right away. And my nipples hardened. I left the needle in. 
I then got handcuffed, arms in front of my body. My babe chained the handcuffs to the D-ring of my chocker and held the other end of the chain. He told me to spread my legs, wide spread. I obeyed.
He put a needle through my inner labia, a bit slower than I'd wanted to...thus feeling every millimeter through my skin. Yes, I felt some pain, but isn't that the reason we do it? I wished I could press my tights against each other to ease the pain, but with the needle agains the other half of my kunt, I could not.
He obviously enjoyed the control he had over me. Pulling the chain left and right, he was forcing me to step a bit to the left, then to the right, so I can feel the poking needle. I screamed. Not sure from the pain, or from the terror. The skin all over my body was like electrified. I was on the edge of my conform zone...yet, so aroused! Alive!
Thinking again of it, I can't wait to do it again!!! And a few more needles this time...

Please!

Right now my mind is spinning...
I hope my bets are winning...
I'm spreading thin again...
Is all of this in vain?...
Please tie me up and tie me down!
I'm begging to be bound... 
so I can lose myself!!!

Morning rules

It’s 4:30am and my phone alarm awakes me with a suave bosa nova tune, while my partner’s arm is wrapped over my shoulder. It’s important for me to wake up in a pleasant way! I hit the snooze button and dive under the covers…because I’m waking my babe with a  blowjob. He is still so asleep and his cock is unaware of my intentions…I wet my lips and kiss his cock, gently licking, and circling around the head, which is still coyly hidden in its hood. I then take it in and start to slowly bob up and down, not by much yet, applying more and more pressure with my tongue and lips…I hear M. moaning…I hope with pleasure and not annoyed by the early hour ;-)…The alarm goes off again…has it been 5 minutes already? I hit the snooze again and get back to my babe…He is definitely more awake and a tad more consciously enjoying the act, one of his arm’s fingers in my hair…The idea is not to make him come, or go for morning quickie…the idea is just to add some fun to life and please each other, because we care.

I then hop in the shower, he is still in bed, stretching for a bit longer…by the time he joins me I’m about done so I gladly wash his hair and body. Feeling his muscles under the rich lather is so invigorating. But something else is going on too…while the hot water is streaming down our bodies, I feel his fingers frolicking with my clit. So masterfuly! I wonder if he will finger me, but he doesn’t…he loves to tease me…could the day start better? A smile is stretching on my face…ear to ear, my chick bones are high and smiley…

Quick dressing up, and … what’s that…he got breakfast on the table already…The light in the kitchen is not on, but two candles are burning and that’s enough…it’s more than enough…het is  gezellig!

A few minutes later we are on the way to the station, hand in hand. It’s freezing  cold, but I don’t care. I’m so alive! We kiss for whole ten minutes at the station, me perched on the train door. Not much said (and admittedly, mostly by me)…but feels great… pictures from the night before are flashing in my mind…black condom, strong and so good sex,  ropes on my arms behind my back, and my lover’s arm around my throat…muffling my pleasure induced moaning…and making me loose my air...bliss!

Upon reaching my destination, I am getting a Starbucks mocca. A look at the stirring willow sticks and I smile again – I simply can not NOT picture using them to spank my babe’s ears, neck, …apply your imagination here...The day is starting well…

Bound by You

This week, I was bound. It wasn't the first time I've been bound, but this time was one of the most intensive bondage I've ever been into, and it's probably taking up the number one position too.

For me, being tied up is only half the experience. It's the unexpected. It's the touch. It's the intimacy. And intimate we were. I was bound while lying on a bed. A position which is very comfortable, and which allows me to endure a good bondage for a very long time. If I had anything to say about it, bondages like this would take 8 hours. Plus. However, one of the "downsides "of being bound is that I'm not in control, so I consider this a wish, and nothing more ;-). To further increase the sensation of being bound, and being helpless, I was hooded. I own a mask which prevents sight and limits your breathing. I never had a panic attack, but during the bondage of this night, I had to fight against at least 5 of those attacks. It was wonderful!

I was bound with hemp rope. Lots of it. Think of lots and lots of rope, then double it, and then triple that amount. You might come close no. I was bound completely naked, except for my boxer. While I don't want to admit it, bondage to me means sex. Good sex, very good sex, but sex. It's connected, and I've (almost) never experienced one without the other. So wearing a boxer was a bit of a disappointment to me. Fortunately, my rigger is creative and destructive, so with a pair of scissors, so made a wide enough opening to allow the jewels to come out!

Like I wrote, I was bound with lots of rope. I have no idea about the time it took to wrap me in all of them, since it's quite easy to lose time in an experience like that. I don't know if I was "in the zone", if such a thing exists, but I was close to it. It was a wonderful experience, ropes moving over my body, bending my limbs in positions which are normally left to ballet dancers, and except for some toe breaking ropes, I held out quite well. Really well, actually! Sometimes, when experiencing ropes, you'll cut off some bloodstream somewhere. In my case, my blood always gets together in the center of my body (which is nice), but tries to leave my hands and feet (which is not so nice). Not this time however: my arms were perfectly operational (though limited in movement, say, 2cm) and so were my legs (though even more limited in movement, say 0cm….). After all the ropes were applied, I became quite the piece of arts. I know, since we made pictures. I might post them sometime, but I'm not sure if anyone is interested in seeing them, except for me and my rigger.

This piece of art wasn't just a thing to look at, according to my rigger, but also one to be used. And she did. I cannot put in words how I felt, so I won't, but it was probably my biggest sensation of 2010. It was wonderful! Getting the ropes off always gives me mixed feelings. I like the ropes to stay on, and to experience more. So far, I never experienced the feeling that I wanted to be released. The ropes give me comfort, and being bound gives a attention and the feeling of loosing control, which, with the right person, is fantastic.

This story has not been written by the owner of this blog, but by it's "victim". It's a way of expressing my sincere thanks for this experience. +300 exp ;-). L, M.