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The Deal Is Struck

Games are fun to play, aren’t they? For me they are. Especially if they involve anything sexual with Mister.

We spent today lounging around, my friend who had stayed overnight had left us and so it was just the two of us once more. He had recently showered and that always will perk me right up into the naughtier side of things. That fresh smell of washed Man, the wet hair he will possess, coupled with the clean clothes – I don’t know, it just catches me unawares sometimes and I find myself wrapped around him somehow. Hands running all over his body. Treating him like a piece of meat ready to be devoured by the Minx. Can’t help it. He’s irresistible.

Alone again, I drew him to me, kissed his neck and ran my fingers through his damp hair. He told me I was a naughty LadyP to which I promptly asked him what it was, exactly, that made my actions ‘naughty’. I was only loving him, after all. Seems to me to be the most innocent, natural thing for me to do. I pulled him into me as we lay on the bed and touched his chest, bracing my palm against him. Nothing wrong with this at all in my view.

It felt as though it was going to be a long day for me to try and resist him long enough to get anything done without jumping on him.

We went out. Looked around an old castle (very riveting, I hadn’t been since I was a little girl with my older sister and I love old buildings, the architecture and the history). That seemed to occupy my mind for a couple of hours.

We then returned home, watched the last half hour of an old film that was playing on Film4 (The Riddle of the Sands, if curious) before I noticed Mister was looking slightly sleepy. We had had a busy weekend partying (brilliant fun catching up with old friends) and a late, fitful night in which he had woken up far too early for one who was not working the following morning. With complete honesty I told him ‘You need a nap’. Taking both his hands in mine, I gestured for him to follow me to the bedroom. ‘What are you doing?’ he asked, to which I simply repeated my last statement. He didn’t need much persuading. He did look tired.

Once there, I cuddled into him as is my custom when wanting to sleep. I noticed he didn’t move much. Almost as if he was thinking intently. Turned out he was.

You want to have sex with me.

What?!

You brought me to bed so that you could have sex with me, didn’t you? It felt like an accusation. Like he had caught me out or something.

No, I honestly think you need a nap, and as I am sleepy too, it’s an excuse to cuddle up to you. I meant it.

You could, you know.

What?

Have sex with me.

I don’t want to. Not now that you will think that I have been plotting to get you into bed.

Silence.

I wouldn’t even want to give you a lazy handjob as you might accuse me of it.

More silence.

You could give me a blowjob?

What? He knows that to order me to do so can sometimes put me right off it. I don’t quite know why.

I wouldn’t want to give you a blowjob for exactly the same reason as the handjob. I could tell that all this talk of sex and getting Mister off was having an effect. The duvet was slightly raised.

What about you give me a blowjob…and tonight I’ll do something extra special for you?

Silence once more.

Like I tie you up. On the bed. Or tie you to the door. He was thinking on his feet.

My breathing noticeably altered at this proposition. It heightened, became shallow in thought and titillation. He did notice.

Like bribery? You would blackmail me into giving you a blowjob? The incredulity was evident in my tone.

Yes.

That is not what giving you a blowjob is about. I protested. It should be about me wanting to give you one, not because you think I was bribed into it. I was getting a little torn at this point. I have been craving him shackle me up lately, but at the cost of letting him think it was as an obligation to him? I was undecided.

You know I would take great pleasure in getting you turned on. I may think about letting you wear your new suspenders. I might even spank you.

Thinking time.

How? I wanted to lead him on a little now, to see what he would give. Just out of curiosity.

With my hand. He noticed the silence. Or maybe something else. The whip if I can find it.

I knew exactly where it was in the cupboard.

You know I would get you so very wet.

He was completely, utterly, hopelessly correct.

I looked up at him from where my head had been resting on him shoulder throughout this whole exchange. I kissed him, saw into his eyes and recognised that look of eagerness. I knew he would stay true to his word. He was desperate for me to go down on him now, his eyes were wanting. That look of tenderness, tinged slightly with the look of the Rogue I love.

That kiss might just as well have been a handshake, for now I sit here, desperate myself for the evening to come so that he, too, will uphold his end of the deal, as I have upheld mine. Valiantly, and with flair, might I add.

Ice Queen

I sacrificed watching Flight of the Conchords to tie up, take advantage of and use Mister. I think it was a better choice of events the other evening. Definitely worth it. Yes. I’d been meaning to get to grips with him lately – he has been missing out on being on the receiving end of some kinky goings on.

Some days present themselves to me and I wander along in a slight daze. Not due to tiredness or anything, but because my head is filled with him in my mind. Things we had done the night before, a few days ago, or ghosting memories that linger, distracting me from what I should be focusing on. And when I return – I return to see those thoughts made flesh and blood and bone in his beautiful form before me. So I can’t keep my hands off him. If he picks me up from work, I will brush my fingers against the underside of his palm as it rests on the gearstick whilst we wait at the traffic lights. I will run a finger along his thigh, making him jump a little; making me smile more.

I passed a day like this on Tuesday (seems to be a running weekly event – kinky fun on Tuesdays – see previous post if bothered) and once home my hands continued to wander. One of my favourite things to do as we eat dinner is to casually stroke along his hip-line, along the hem of his jeans as he sits next to me. His skin feels so soft, inviting, smooth and lightly cool from exposure as his shirt lifts up. Small things like this mean the world to me.

In the kitchen, too, I find him irresistable. Walking up behind him as he washes the crockery, I wrap my arms around him and hold him as best my small frame can manage. Tactile is my nature. I want to touch him always.

And so my thoughts ran to when the moment would come when I could grab him and have him. I had even laid hints, but he doesn’t always pick up on them. Time to initiate, I thought. Almost mechanical – that thought?

I drew him to the bedroom, leading him by the hand. At once an image of innocence and debauchery. I like ambiguity. I was still in my work clothes and my skirt began to ride up as I pinned him to the bed and staddled him. I hitched up the material further so I could move more freely. I think it was at this point I told him to take off his shirt. I adore that look of a topless man. My own personal weakness. I will often lose myself in staring at his creamy skin, poring over his chest and back. When he walks in from a shower, he will dress himself in his jeans before strolling back to the bedroom to find a new shirt and that just-washed-man look with the wet hair and the odd stray drip of water down his neck will cause me to place a great deal of self-restrain on myself. Especially if I’m still in bed. Wanting to dirty him up some once more.

Back to this evening, though, and it was my turn to become a little more déshabillé, shall we say? I was wearing my skirt with a black sash ribbon around the waist – and a spark ignited. I want to tie you up tonight. His eyes at the same time sparkled and faltered at those words. I had started the light clawing already, and I wished to make things more clearer in the fact I wanted to play with him tonight. I don’t think I have bound him as quick as that before. The bow behind me was loosened and removed from the loops at rapid pace. A simple hook around the metal bedhead left the two ends free for me to bind his wrists at either side of his head. I grinned. Then removed his trousers. Things were looking up – for me and for him, it seemed…

Coming back to sit over him, I took off my top and eased off my skirt completely now to remain only in my underwear. There was a strange glint in his eye and I bent forward to rest my chin on his chest, looking up into his eyes playfully.

He looked at me oddly as I stared at him. What are you thinking? I asked. He refused to answer. I asked him again, punctuating slowly with a tone of light threat. Again, he didn’t respond. Well. That’s not playing the game.  So I stormed off and fetched the ice.

He heard me clatter furiously in the kitchen as I got the cubes. Returning with the bowl of freezing ice, I asked him again, What are you thinking? Nothing was said back. He just continued to look up at me, silently challenging me.

Now the game began once more. Level Two.

I took up one of the cubes and placed it between my fingers. I let the ice melt as I hovered my hand over his beautiful and hard cock. Still no response on his thoughts. The first few drops didn’t seem to phase him, but as he saw I wasn’t going to relent and the drips came in rapid succession, I saw him wince and wriggle. His expression changed - still the challenge, but now with more uncertainty creeping in.

Remnants of the cube now in my mouth, I trailed chilled kisses over his chest up to his jaw. Kissing him with chilled lips and a cool tongue; light, small and wet kisses from the ice water, he was tender and deliciously meek in his own lips’ movements. I shot him a direct look into his eyes this time, unblinking and millimetres away from his face. Voice low and quiet, alomst a growl. What are you thinking? 

That you’re bad.

But you like me like this…

Coffee Table Kink II: Deluxe Door Jam Cuffs – Vibrator.com

A few days ago I gave you a little snippet of my experience with some marvellous new arrivals to my Kink Collection. Here’s more on that.

The lovely people at Vibrator.com package their products and sex toys carefully and discretely, for any of those who are worried about their postman getting strange ideas about how you run things on the other side of the letterbox. I, for one, was thankful for this as I had to collect my parcel from the post office and walk through town after somehow not hearing the delivery man bring it to our place the other day. On top of this, the parcel arrived with two sachets of Astroglide lube and some lovely pink stickers which Mister is tempted to attach to his guitar as a humorous gimmick, so all fab there!

Deluxe Door Jam Cuffs

The cuffs themselves are of good quality. I have the Deluxe Door Jam Cuffs which accommodate both wrists and ankles, and whilst the image on the cover (above) isn’t that appealing – noticeably, the model’s shoes don’t appear to fit her too well ;) – it’s what is inside that really matters. Made from beautifully soft black material, the cuffs don’t leave much of a mark if any at all on your skin. Adjustable to suit most heights, the straps can be altered with between a whole foot in leeway length. They attach to wrists or ankles using velcro. I was a little dubious as to how well they would hold, but I needn’t have worried. They are secure against very strong tugs and even held the majority of my weight as I hoisted myself up to meet Mister’s thrusts. Safety-wise, you can unattach them yourself quickly and easily so they are not as hardcore bondage as, say, lockable handcuffs or tightly bound ropes/scarves. Ideal if you are perhaps quite dirty-minded but are worried about losing keys/not being able to escape from your bonds in an emergency.

Easy to attach, just hook over and close the door!

Easy to attach, just hook over and close the door!

The Door Jam parts are made from sturdy plastic with door-friendly rubberised ends. These are very easy set up and to store, folding away to an inconspicuous size – quite the travel handy piece of kit, I would imagine…

If you are a regular reader of my witterings here, you may be aware that I have just the *slightest* propensity towards bondage, both of myself and of Mister. I dig it big time. There was a decided spring in my step walking back through town with the box tucked under my arm. I couldn’t wait to get it home to try things out.

So, where was I? Ah, yes – Being warmed up with a massage and a flogging facing the door.
He turned me back around to face him, clutching a handful of hair to pull my gaze up to meet his own. My own hands were clutching at the restraints above my wrists, just in an attempt to retain a shred of focus. It’s amazing how quickly I can feel myself falling under and over to his sway.
 
Clutching

Releasing my hair, I was able to see him move downward towards my breasts and proceed to take one nipple inbetween his fingers and the other between his lips. Mister is definitely a breasts-man. And I love the attention he pays to them. Licking, sucking, nibbling and, today, biting as well as a few twists to settle me right into this delicious discomfort. Each caress he delivered made me moan deeper and lower, my breathing laboured. He then continued to make the most of my incapability to escape. He moved his focus to my pussy. Already so wet and aroused from everything that had been before, Mister set to driving me to distraction with his oral techniques. I writhed. I strained against the tethers. All to no avail, of course, so all I had left was my voice. He pushed me to the point where my breathing was all shattered and inconsistent, a kind of shiver I like to think it as. He was working hard, to the point that the next morning he showed me a pair of red carpet burns on his knees.

All this time, his fingers were not idle. The were busy either reaching up to my breasts, moving along the side of my body, delving inside me so blissfully at my g-spot or delivering those short, sharp thwacks to my flanks, again making me jolt all the more. After a little while of this complete spoiling of me, he returned to another of those powerful kisses. It amused me to see a little smudge of moisture at the side of his lips, which I dutifully kissed clean. His eyes said it all – all to see there was pure lust and carnality before me.

The restraints then came into their own for another purpose – as a leverage device. We’ve often tried having sex standing up against a wall or in the shower, but with our height differences, he being a little too tall for me, I being a little to short for him, it has always been uncomfortable and awkward. Fun all the same, but awkward. Tonight we found our way. After we had made some fantastically erotic shadows on the wall as he thrust into me from behind for an episode, he flipped me round once more, spreading my legs with his foot (such a hot, aggressive move – not one he’s done before!) I found that, by heaving myself up a little to allow him to move me over his cock and then using one leg to hook around his waist and the other with just the toes touching the floor for balance, the cuffs worked brilliantly in this manner. Supporting my weight and adding a little extra to the proceedings. We writhed together well that night and it was some of the most satisfying bondage sessions I have ever had with him.

I really can’t find any fault in these restraints. Vibrator.com have a great selection of bondage gear, as well as door jam cuffs just for the wrists. If bondage is your thing, seriously – check out this section of the well-stocked and varied site!

Here’s a belated Easter present for you all.

One for the Readers!

Oh, hell, have another one on me! Might as well make the most out my exhibitionist streak.

Exhibitionist LadyP

 
Check out my first review on The Pandora vibrator here.

Kink Me Up, Honey!

My last post had me in a state of self-doubt over how Mister and I kink things up. I can proudly say that’s all disappeared now!

I’ll be posting a review of my wonderful new toys from Vibrator.com over the weekend but I felt I really had to share a little tidbit right now via some storytelling. Enjoy! I did!

*****

He took her hand and led her from the bed to where the cuffs lay prepared over the door.

She had been praying to herself that he would take the opportunity to use them and was almost broken when he claimed he was tired. Luckly, he soon changed his tune once they were both naked and their bodies connected under the covers.

Langorously, they moved together, limbs entwining and fingers exploring familiar territory. ‘Perhaps,’ he said to her with a tinge of playfulness, ‘Perhaps we could use your new toys tonight?’ Her beaming smile said everything he needed to climb over her, kiss her on the way and reach out for the bag of tricks in the cupboard.

She knew what he was thinking, the quick swipe from the tasseled whip as he got it out again conveyed their mutual thoughts without uttering a word to one another.

So now the pair were by the door, a blanket placed between the cold wood and her own frame with the cuffs hooked over that. He wanted her to be comfortable as he then made her flinch from the discomfort of his own making.

Taking her wrists one after the other and encasing them into the soft restraints, she pulled against them to test their give. It was looking good. It may have been velcro, but later they would prove to hold the majority of her weight as she hoisted her body up to meet his thrusts.

With a deep kiss, he twisted her around and broke her in gently with a firm massage of her back. Not one to miss out on an opportunity, he ran his hands deftly along her pussy and up between her buttocks, unnerving and at the same time electrifying her.

Sensing his own needs, he left momentarily to place a condom on his very aroused member, so he could take her when he so wished without having to break the mood. Upon his return he continued the massage with added bites and scratches into her skin before landing a few swiping spanks to the sides of her buttocks, making her hiss in surprise. With each sting, she pulled against the cuffs, flexing her fingers in reaction to the delicious sensations he was delivering to her.

Her head was low, hair shadowing her face. Completely into the submissive mindset, she was his. Utterly. Breathing low and heavy, her arousal was giving her away as between her legs she felt her lips become wetter with each passing moment. It was the most turned-on she had been for a long time.

All was right in her world of kink once more.

****

This night was so fantastic for me. I’ll continue the tale of naughtiness in the next post as I review the cuffs. Suffice to say, it’ll be quite a positive one!

Masochism and Malevolence

I read a very interesting post by Elle recently. It got me thinking. How exactly do Mister and I run this ship of kink?

Since reading Elle’s post, I’ve questioned whether what we do is too focused on the pain. I don’t know if I should be worried that it is such a factor in our playing. It’s not as if we use it every time we have sex. But when we have the defined roles of dominant and submissive, pain is mostly how we express that distinction. I have seen an increase with how often we use pain. In the past it was always paired in with pleasure.

We switch. Yes, true enough. Whilst Mister has a perhaps 65/35% majority over who is in control in the bedroom, when I take the reins, I drive him hard. But how do I do it? What do I do? Is it really healthy for us? Is this what Mister wants or is it just me? And possibly most importantly, is pain too much of a force behind what we do?

I think I’ll break this down into my submissive and dominant behaviours.

Submissive

I find I need him to take things in his hands – take me in his hands. I have spoken before, and many other times, about just what it is that I dig about being submissive. The contradictory state of being restricted in your choices and will and having the freedom of mind to leave everything to your partner to steer. I will completely fall to his overbearing presence over me or his fervoured kisses on my lips, breasts or over my body. One stare from him and I melt under him.

But more than anything, I think, is the pain. It gets me off so well. Even the hint of it will get my sex yearning for him. The everyday light spanks he gives me at any given moment when we are alone. Sometimes when we are not. The other day for instance, going upstairs, him following behind he grabs my arse, misogynistically and deliberately and I jump in surprise and turn round to him in mock-disdain. Then there are the spanks he delivers in the bedroom. Deep and meaningful and carefully aimed. I feel myself getting wetter after each sting of his hand. Then there’s the tasseled whip or something wooden from the kitchen. Even writing about it and my toes are wiggling and I feel warmer. Hair-pulling, biting - more-so lately - everything I love about being submissive is linked to pain. Twisting against the cuffs/scarves/ties – I love that burn on my wrists or ankles.

Should this be so good though? Yes, he is always careful with me. He will never go too far and I let him know if things aren’t right. Although he at times will purposefully ignore my pleadings for him to stop when his form of torture is him fingering or licking me to distraction. He aims for me to pass out one day. I am not so sure.

Dominant

Not as often as I would like to be, when I am Mistress of all I survey – namely, Mister, the hold over him is strong. I use restraints to help things along. I’m a little thing really, and it aids for the menacing malevolent streak that I go for. Cruel, yet caring. Usually it involves alternating between giving Mister pleasure and pain in equal doses. A massage with spanks by various implements. Going down of him, easing him to the edge of his limits then backing down. Teasing, tortuously. Scratches. Although not as deeply as I would like – Mister isn’t keen on the idea of breaking the skin. Fair shout, really. The ice and wax games.

I feel myself pulled in by it. Drawn to him all the more because of what he is allowing me to do to him. The level of trust he gives me. It’s dangerously hypnotic.

We go down the non-ouchy route of domming. A remote control buzzy thing that Mister would be in charge of. But that was early on in our relationship. Recently, the body paint and marking him with that. I enjoyed that, fulfilling a fantasy of mine. The paint wasn’t that great unfortunately and we’ve not had another session yet. I need to find something that is the right consistency of fluid with a good colour (and possibly edible). We try things out, but if they don’t work first time, it can be months or in the buzzy thing’s case, a few years before we have another attempt. We stick to the same routine. Bondage. Spanking. The notion of ‘too much pleasure’ that he loves to exert over me. But something isn’t right. I seem to be itching for something else. Maybe it’s because it has become a little too regimented. Too predictable. I want to try more things.

So lately we have been. I bought the anal toy to explore and I’m overcoming my big mental block over that area. Mister is keen to test the waters with it on me, which is great. But I want to try something new for my dominant repertoire. Thing is, I’m not quite sure what. I’m stumped. I need inspiration. Something other than simply tying him up and using pain as the main controlling force over him. I want to get into the ‘mind-fuck’ way of thinking. Mess with his head. Toy with him. Once or twice I’ve set things up to make his mind whir with the possible things I may or may not do to him. I need to be more consistent.

I guess this is partly a shout out to fellow-minded ladies to find out what you do to you significant others and also a call out to any submissives to discover what your partners do to you that really ticks all the boxes.

I need help.

Understatement of the year.

Target Practice Part 2

Part 1

Just a heads up, I sound like a real bitch at the start of this piece.

The rage inside me had started to peak. How silly of him to challenge me. He was in no position at all to get away with such liberties. His back was practically a blank canvas for me to vent some steam. He had laughed. Giggled. Smirked even, when I missed my mark with the tasseled whip. I saw his body convulse. Not in recoil from the leather, not in reaction to the sting. But with amused chortles. My eyes narrowed. I leaned in to whisper right by his ear in a low growl, toying with his skin as I did so.

You shouldn’t have done that. You will regret this.

I left his body raking my nails swiftly down his back as I went, repairing to the kitchen where the ice cubes were waiting. Preparation is my middle name when needs be. I would have to sacrifice my own comfort as well. The ice would make my fingers cold. Something I detest. But, it was for the greater good. He needed to learn a lesson. Never insult LadyP. Ever.

I promptly placed about four cubes along his spine. Just to make my point clear. Another went to the top of his buttocks, resting just above the cleft so the chill water would melt down inbetween his cheeks. My hand went to his hair and dragged his head back up to meet my sneer.

You asked for this.

Which is technically true. He was the one who filled out the cheque wanting to be tied up. He was the one who surely knew that making fun of me, when in control-mode, would not have a bright outcome. And he wasn’t protesting. I heard the hiss of his breath as the ice met his skin. It was not one discomfort and ‘bad’ pain. His body contorted mildly as the ice hit its mark, yet again he did not howl in a way that would have let me know he wasn’t happy with this.

I don’t know why I’m trying to justify my actions. This is us. Take it or leave it. This is what rocks our world. Once in a blue moon. We don’t do this every time we fuck. And we don’t go in for the ‘no fucking when dominating’ view. No point. For us. We do this because it gets both of us off and after I had untied him, cradled him in my arms, he came back from the ashes and blazed anew. With a stronger flame.

Always my downfall, untying him. I lose my control when he has his hands free. But here is when, arguably, he does his best dominating. It’s almost as if he’s reasserting his masculinity and will go the extra mile to show me that, Now it’s His Turn. He will be all sexed-up from my attention to him, the heavy-breathing and beautiful erection, heated passions flaring and it will be channelled at me, the source of his fervour. I caused it, now I better deal with the consequences. Now he’s the one with all the desire and raging lust. He takes me and it is just that – possessing me, reclaiming me as his, not the other way around.

At this point that night, the hair grasping began. He pulled. Much like I had done to him. He pulled me backward by the hair close to him. The mild aura of threat about him, he was positioned behind me and held me down as he dipped his fingers inside me. I was completely aroused by everything earlier and his switching on me had tipped me over. I was very wet. He slipped two fingers in and out effortlessly, gathering speed, adding his thumb to my clit. Making me pant like some wild thing. His other hand roved between holding my hair and generally taking advantage of my body. Reaching under me to touch my breasts and pinch my nipples then moving down to squeeze my buttocks and give them a good few deep spanks. Not the light and quick, playful ones. These were spanks of meaning. Each hit landed his hand stayed there for a few seconds, grabbing at my flesh before returning for another.

I was lost in sub-space far too quickly. He’s too good at this. I was dimly aware he had reached out for the condom and was manoeuvring my frame around him. I came to my senses and pulled my body over his and straddled him. My hair fell about my shoulders in disarray, over my eyes and onto his skin as I leaned in close to him to meet him with a kiss. Taking little nips at his lips as I went, I lost myself once more to the rocking of our two bodies together and it wasn’t long before we both were in that other mindset of pleasure.

Sometimes good things do come of mistakes. I may have missed my mark, but we both hit the right spot together afterwards. It also gives me that opportunity to have another go at sharpening up my aim in the future.

Target Practice

Friday night and the Minx came out to play again.

I had already decided what I wanted. Spent the best part of an hour getting the bedroom and myself prepared. Now, fully prepped, I returned to him in the sitting room with our forgotten ‘lover’s chequebook’ we had cast aside many, many moons ago from our first year together. I dropped it into his lap as I strolled back to put the finishing touches to our bed.

Fill out three by the time I get back.

I already knew one of which he would choose. Upon returning to him, he had dutifully filled in the details.

PAY: Dirty Little Lady

I promise to let you tie me up

You have to admit, that’s pretty cute. The choice of value is already filled out for you, you just have to sign it off. A second read:

PAY: Miss [P]

I promise to let you have sex with me wherever you choose.

“Wherever I choose”? Now that is very tempting. I am holding onto that one for a summery day.

The third was left open as to the value – One for me to ponder over. I intended to cash in on the first cheque this night. I had already set up the transaction in pre-emptiveness.

I told him to go and have a shower then wait for me in the bedroom. I wanted him to stew a little. The bindings lay over the pillows, tied one end to the metal frame. A few other options draped over the end of the bed - a short length of black silk we use as a blindfold, another two scarves and the tasseled whip. Just to get the apprehension going. I continued to potter in the other room. Flicking through emails. Wittering on Twitter. I am not addicted. I think. After I heard him exit the bathroom and complied with his second instruction, I added another fifteen minutes to his arduous wait. Only then I thought about getting up and moved to the kitchen. I knew he could hear me as I padded into the next room. I knew he heard the freezer door open and shut as I removed the ice and let several cubes fall conspicuously into a bowl. It’s a distinctive sound. By this time my own senses were sharpening up. Mostly touch. The temperature of the ice reminded me that I should start out a little friendly at least and I left the bowl in the kitchen. Ready just in case it was required. I continued to draw out his wait as I moved to the bathroom myself. Mostly to preen unnecessarily and touch up the eyeliner. Not that he’d see much of it anyway after his sight was darkened by the blindfold. But I like to make a memorable entrance.

For this I had also filled out a cheque for him.

PAY: The Gorgeous One

I promise to seduce you while wearing my La Senza & Agent Provocateur lingerie.

I was bringing out the silk and the lace. Full battle-mode. Command and Conquer. [Yes, I did just type that. Yes, I know how it sounds]

He was within my sights. Time to take aim.

I knew he would be naked, but that initial sight of entering a room to be faced with a nude man face down on my bed caught me off-guard. His pale skin stood out from the dark red of the linen. A beautiful contrast between the light and dark; his deshabillé to my lingerie. I tried not to let my slip-up in concentration show. Moving over to him, I grabbed at his buttocks and gave them a light spank – well, they were there, asking for it. I lay next to him fleetingly, pressing against the length of his body. As I ran my hands down his back I felt him shiver under my touch. The ice’s frozen kiss still lingered on my fingers.

I turned him over, levering using his shoulders. His mind must have been filled with all the dirty possibilities those cheques held, for he was all beautifully aroused and hard for me. Funny how your eyes are drawn to prominent objects. Without saying a word, I drew my gaze directly to his eyes and swooped over to straddle him. Hands straight into his hair, I grabbed hold of it as I gave him a deep, breathy kiss. I slipped my hand down to caress the side of his cheek before trailing along his arm to grasp at his wrist that was busy in my own hair sending me delirious with how he toyed with my strands. Here I was positioned in one of my most beloved poses/moves. Lying on top of him, I took his two wrists firmly in hand and drew them above his head. As I did so, the movement equally drew my face closer to his own until I was millimetres from contact. I like the sense of challenge and intimidation this position has.

I thought I would try out something new, something he has done with me a while back, but I had yet to explore. I intimated I wanted him turned onto his front to expose his back. One after the other, I took his hands in my own and brought it to rest on his back, just above his buttocks. Mock-arrest style. Utterly divine image. Coiling a length of black satin sash around his wrists, I bound them together. My breathing had already started to grow haggard. I attempted to compose myself once again. This was going to be a challenge for me as well.

After the final touch of the blindfold, we were both highly attune to every movement by the other. He by my position within the bedroom, and I to his little flickers and shivers his body betrayed to me. I opened up the evening with a few light spanks and even lighter trailings of my nails down his flanks. He was behaving well, responding appropriately to the attention, making all the right noises.

I stepped up a gear and took hold of the tasseled whip. It’s a hard thing to wield correctly. For me at any rate. I can’t seem to aim it as well as Mister does. Inevitably after a few swipes at his flesh, I missed my mark by quite a way.

I was not impressed by his response to this.

He dared to laugh. At Me.

Not a very wise thing to do. My reproach seemed amusing to him also. Again. Not A Wise Thing To Do.

How dare you? Right. You asked for this.

I walked out furious at his audacity. The ice would be playing a major role in tonight’s performance. Time for some targeted punishment.

Raising the Stakes pt. 2

For Part one, see post below. Oh, go on. I enjoyed writing it.

***

I was in a state of utter submission. Mentally as well as physically. He had so nearly broken me and there was little else left to hide. Or so I thought.

Still tied, face down with my limbs drawn out X-style to the bedposts, my breathing had become deep and protracted. It was the last vestige of any control I could have over myself as he imposed himself expertly with the tasseled whip and with his palm. And teeth. No, I mustn’t be forgetting his bites. On my neck; on my shoulders; on my buttocks. Once quite sharply that made me yelp a little. I had retreated into myself and my main focus was to channel my thoughts into breathing slowly so the sting wouldn’t become too much. It wasn’t pain. I won’t call it that. Pain, for me isn’t a good thing. Pain infers no acknowledgement of the other person. One-sided and purely sadistic. He knew what he was doing to me. He did it for mutual benefit.  He made me ache. He made my skin burn and glow. Tingle with desire. Pain, never.

What he did next was to remove that last, singular act of control I had. He made my breathing go wild. He, aptly, raised the stakes. Pausing in his actions, I was dimly aware that he had moved away from the bed. You have to understand that I was quite lost by now. My hands loosened their grasp slightly from the bedframe and I attempted to shift my head over in his direction only to be met with my dark hair clouding my vision. Peering through the strands I was just in time to see him return to the bed with something in his hand. I couldn’t tell what, although I was certain it was a toy. But which one? I felt him place it between my legs, resting there, not touching my skin. Just there for safe-keeping.

…what have you got there?

I managed at least to growl out a few words.

You’ll soon find out.

He had yet to take full advantage of my exposure. His spanking and whipping had had their desired effect and I was well and truly aroused. Twice the tassels had strayed to my pussy and caught my clitoris. *Eek!* that did sting. It was sharp and yes, painful. He recognised it was too much for me and didn’t go there again. Not content with the heightened state I was already in, Mister took things to another level by introducing some tingly lube to the equation. This was the Durex Play brand and, whilst mild, worked a treat. Its tingle took a few seconds to register after application and then I was right back there grasping at my restraints and twisting.

Here was the trump card. If he gets his hands anywhere near my clit, my breathing will start to change. It becomes stilted, uneven when he pushes me beyond my normal boundaries. He toyed, he played, literally had me wrapped round his fingers. He knows which movement will make me gasp this way, and which other flicks will make me moan deeply. When he got me to this stage, he brought in the little friend that was lying between my legs, waiting for its chance to shine.

I gathered as much that it was something to penetrate, but other than that I still was unsure. Then it clicked. It wasn’t hard, like my vibrator, and it was too long to be my little buzzing bullet. Other than that, all we have is….ah. Clever boy. He had brought out the New Toy. My heart leapt in excitement as well as anxiety. 

You see, the other month, I saw fit to explore a new avenue of toy. An area we hadn’t yet been to. I bought a few anal toys. To be precise, a butt plug, a little vibrator and a jelly-like pliable and soft double-ended probey thing. It was this third little beauty Mister had decided to break me in with. This is about 5 inches and at one end has four little nodules of ascending size with the other, longer end designed for something deeper. This end was currently being very slowly and deliberately thrust in and out of my pussy. And doing a damn fine job of it  (I am a bit of a cock-lover and anything that penetrates will have me in throes very quickly). My voice was low and purring, it was a nice change to the fast paced clitoral stimulation a few minutes ago. Then, of course, the devil, he increased pace with this until my body was awash with flowerings of intense exhilaration. I felt the tingling through my every fibre. To remind me of where things stood, every now and then Mister added a little spank.  

He stopped. I knew he was thinking, deliberating about the next obvious step. Noticeably absent, he had removed the toy from my wet folds. Then I felt it. Lightly at first, he began to run the other end up to where we had never really ventured properly with intention before. I was still a little tense, despite everything he had done to break my will, my head was still able to be in a place where I realised that, woah, this is new and different and do I really want to go there? Do I want him to go there? I mean, sure we’ve talked about it and thi….Oh yeah, ooh, that’s actually kinda nice, I wish he’d be a bit braver with it and push in a little fur…ah, there he goes.

Breakthrough!

Mister explored the anal with Pandorah. And It Was Good. Huzzah! Let the choir sing! I was flooded with mixed emotions – relief, excitement of the giggly kind (he’s stuck something up my arse! Teehee!) a tinge of humiliation as well as pure, utter warm and fuzzy loving pleasure. It swamped me. It floored me. Sure it was a little odd; unused to something being There. But it wasn’t bad. Oh No. To double up the happy place I was in, he added his fingers to the mix and carried on flicking my clit with his thumb at the same time as having his fingers inside me.

What I ultimately crave for is him, his cock, inside me. By the time he got round to it, we had been going for well over an hour and a quarter, maybe longer – which is a lot for us to spend on foreplay. Although is it really fair to say that what we had just been through wasn’t technically ‘sex’? From where I was lying, I had been pretty much fucked. 

Later, looking back as he held me, my shuddering frame trembling from interspersed aftershocks, I noted how, during our exploration, he on and off checked in on how I was, whether it was comfortable for me. Conscientious is a word I’m not overly keen on. It brings to mind school reports I had as a younger girl. But tonight it was a word that echoed in my head as I thought about what he had just done to me. For me. Mister is a passionate lover, a forceful and determined one too. He is also always, always caring of me and loving.

This is what makes the both of us Belong to one another. That trust I feel when I’m with him, what I can feel safe having done by him. What he feels comfortable allowing me to do to him, too.

It was a great hand he played there. I think I should go for the long game more often.

Raising the Stakes pt.1

I type in 'cards' in a search box and get this! I love teh interweb

I’d already lost the bet, so why not take things a little further, I thought. Get him to seal the deal. My luck always changes in cards when I start betting. I knew this. I exploited it.

I leaned into him, to avoid my voice from being heard by the other people in the bar.

How about this: I win the next hand and you get to tie my wrists.

His eye twinkled at this thought.

And if I win?

If you win, you get to tie my wrists…and ankles.

He’d already won the chance to give me a spanking I’d not forget in a hurry. His choice of reward after I decided upon introducing a bit more excitement to the game we were playing. I was doing rather well up until that point. For some unknown reason, it has become a noticed occurrence that whenever we start betting, I inevitably lose. This time, however, although I lost at the cards, I won in the long game.

We walked home a little faster than normal – the cold not the only reason we wanted to be back inside the warmth of our home. Hands slid downwards on backs; eyes glanced upwards (for me at least); he was wearing that wicked glint I love to catch him with. Before too long we were in and I jumped into the shower to warm up my skin, a blistering flash of water to awaken my flesh and to prepare it for what I sensed was going to be a long time out, above the covers. I hate being cold when we’re meant to be sizzling together.

I was given a taste of his mood for the rest of the evening when, after I had moisturised up after my shower, I leaned against the doorframe of the living room I received a cold direction from him.

Go and wait in the bedroom.

Nothing more than that. His eyes were steely, staring intently. It’s not often that he takes that tone with me and when he does it hastily makes me retreat into myself. I felt myself physically shrink back at his words. There was nothing to do but obey with that simple directive. I went and I waited. Still in my towel to retain my heat, I curled up on the bed and listened to his movements in the other room. I heard the door to the balcony (yes we have a balcony!) open and close – he was smoking outside before he would come in to me. I knew that gave me about three or four minutes to gather my thoughts. Should I get anything ready for him? The toys? No, better let him make the decisions.

When he came into the bedroom something in me was hesitant to look up to meet his glance. Damn, he’s good at this game.

Still in your towel? You better take it off and turn over. Face down.

So, there was to be no preamble. Straight to it. I couldn’t wait. As I moved, he went over to the wardrobe and took out his ‘supplies’. Four lengths of various ropes, scarves and our longer blindfold which were to be my restraints for the night. They stayed there, after this night,  for two days. I liked seeing them there – reminding me of this night. Upon seeing the blindfold I asked if I was going to be restricted completely.

No, not tonight.  I want to see your face. I want to see your reactions in full.

One by one, he teased out my limbs and stretched them over to each corner of the bed where he had attached one end of the individual ropes. As is usual, my hesitancy continued when he began moving my legs apart to complete the deal. That level of exposure – my pussy open to him in full view. It made me anxious, vulnerable. He could smell the scent of my moisturiser – I consciously chose the one that gets him all heady. Joining that, undoubtedly, was the rising scent of my arousal as I started to get wet in anticipation. I tested how well he had restrained me – I wouldn’t want to disappoint him by escaping. After all his hard work. Just enough give to wriggle and writhe. I was to be grateful for that leeway later.

As I relaxed back into the linen, my head nestled between the two sets of pillows he set on me with immediate venom. Certainly, there was to be no preamble, I thought after the sting. The tassled whip had been brought out over my buttocks, about four welts-worth. The shock was vivid enough for me to grab onto my wrist-ties. I could feel him now, as he likes to do, bending down over me, leaning in to the nape of my neck, that presence, that masculine presence of his over me. One deep kiss of my neck was followed by a harsh bite into my shoulder before he quickly raised himself up and brought the whip back down onto my skin. This time twice on the arse, followed by two sharp stings to the shoulders.

I had forgotten that I said he could branch out from just spanking, whipping etc my arse. I remembered that I had mentioned he could explore my shoulders too. Then I remembered the other places I told him he could extend his wrath to.

The heat of the whip’s bite pulsed through my thighs as he tested out the rest of my body. I didn’t know where he would strike next. That delicious sense of unknowing, powerless, helplessness flooded me and I gave in to the feelings, the sensations – his sting coupled with his loving embraces. He would always follow a series of blasts with a tender phase of strokings, kisses and the lighter spanking of his hand.

I had been reduced to a hub of sensation, my higher thinking skills had been flung out of the window. All I could do was anticipate, react and enjoy everything he was doing to me. I showed my enthusiasm through my moans and stilted gasps, my writhing responses and with my blissed out expressions.

I was to experience a further raising of stakes of his own devising very soon.

Ending a with a little more sophistication

Bringing Kink Back

I was bound.

Bound and face down on the bed.

Bound, face down and naked. I was horny as hell. And I was smiling. He just couldn’t see it, my head between the pillows.

I could feel the heat permeating up through my body. He’d tied my wrists together and knotted the blue cord to the metal bedframe. One of my greater pervertible creations – an old dressing gown tie. Long and strong, it was also kind on my skin. Which was handy as Mister was going to make me strain against the binds that held me. He was going to make me pull the cord but it wasn’t going to give way like others we’ve used.

With my eyes closed, I waited and listened to hear what he would bring to the bed. He was rustling about our collection of boxes and bags we keep squirrelled away. I had already told him that I was his tonight. That I was to be used however he wished.

My mind wandered whilst I waited. The last time we brought the kink out, I was in the driving seat. I had explored the kitchen utensils for the first time with him. Jointly, we had made the executive decision that wooden spatula = good, but small wooden round-headed hard spoon = not good for smacky Mister time (I think it has something to do with the spread of impact of the spatula versus the centralised force of the spoon). I got a little carried away.

Apparently.

I thought it was jolly good fun.

He brought me soon out of my reverie with a bang. He had chosen the tassly whip. Such a good choice. As it passed over the flesh of my buttocks, the initial sting had to be soon suppressed as he delivered another, better-aimed blow across my skin. The first flinch amused him – I could hear the slight exhalation that I could imagine was accompanied with a smile. After each series of blows he smoothed them over with his warm hands, soothing out each welt almost. He focused on my arse to begin with before surprising me by aiming a hit over my left shoulder-blade. He had never done that before. He was taking a leaf out of my book.

By this time the arousal I had built up was tangible. I felt as though I was exuding waves of heat from my skin – from the welts, from my sex. Even before he had started, the anticipation had made me wet, now he was in his stride I was extremely slick, I could feel the moisture dripping between my labia. He, of course, upped the game and began to make me squirm further by moving his finger to toy with my lips. Dipping in and out of my pussy, up to my clitoris. Here was where he really worked his mischief. Alternating between swipes with the whip, he lightly brushed against my clit, quickly wiggling just the tip of his finger for a few seconds – enough to make me moan and gasp – before rushing away to spank my arse. He did this a few times and then I started to growl. I needed more. But I was in no situation to complain. He could have stopped at any moment to spite me and there wasn’t anything I could do. My hands were preventing me from it.

It wasn’t long until he too felt that the urge which I had being enduring for what seemed like an age become unbearable. He momentarily left to gather for himself a condom to return and enter me from a much missed position – me face down, legs slightly apart as his own straddled me. His cock pushed in – little resistance met either mentally or physically from me. He had plied me well for his intentions. I imagined he would thrust away until the inevitable result, but once more he had a trick up his sleeve.

He stopped and started. After a few delicious thrusts he withdrew to kiss and bite down on the back of my neck then plunging back within me. By this time I was completely lost, my low moans gradually building in pitch, fervour and speed. Breathing ragged, he pulled at my long dark tresses causing my back to arch up to meet him.

Needless to say he had me coming within moments.

***

As we rested, he and I, my breathing gently returning to its normal pace, I realised I hadn’t even noticed I was still tied to the bed. With an appealing glance to him he carefully released my wrists. Yet I didn’t move them from their position for a few moments.

I’m a natural submissive, although I am quietly eager for my turn to hunt around and rustle through the bags and boxes.