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Sunday, August 30, 2009
On being a Dominant - Master SG
The responsibility of being a Master can sometimes weigh heavy on me - but then so it should. In essence, I see it as a privilege that a woman as intelligent, sexy and caring as pup made the informed decision to submit to me. Her obeisance was her choice alone. On the basis of scant evidence, she judged - with some less-than-happy experiences still fresh in her mind - that I was a good enough prospect on which to take a chance. Every day I thank my lucky stars that she did, so I dare not betray the trust that she has placed in me.
I made a couple of rash errors during intense scenes early on in our relationship, largely where I've overestimated both my own Domming abilities and the elasticity of pup's limits. It's all very well pushing your sub to the brink, but when it could lead to mental or physical harm if they go over that brink (literally, in one of those two cases), you risk ruining the most important thing in any relationship, let alone a BDSM one: trust.
I'd like to think that I've learnt from these two incidents (touch wood). I will tend to approach a scene with a worst-case scenario in mind. If this means that I turn into a job's-worth health and safety manager, so be it - just hand me a clipboard, a hard hat and a fluorescent tabard. But I'd say we're pretty adventurous. For instance, we have indulged in mild edge play (if that's not an oxymoron). We both find stuff like breath control and noose play an adrenaline rush, but we're only too aware of the dangers and I will always, always, always be on a heightened state of alert and err on the side of caution.
I'm not a natural sadist, but I have learnt to enjoy giving pup a whipping. It's more that I've realised how much she enjoys pain and I've become slightly more adept at giving her the stripes when I desire. Ironically, while pup feels extremely subbie when I zip a hood over her head, then I wear my own balaclava-style latex hood I feel more free to adopt a Domly persona and be rougher with her. Go figure! Up until very recently, she has had a bit of a problem seeing me as the "masked abductor", but pup's latest post about wearing my inflatable hood proves that she has come an enormous way and I am so very proud of her.
pup does want and need to be pushed - there's no doubt about it. I think she needs a CPD (corporal punishment development) plan, don't you? ;-) But seriously, I do recognise that we both need to evolve and, in so doing, strengthen our bond - no pun intended. I know there are Domly things that don't come naturally to me that I should work on and give more consideration.
pup needs to feel submissive for more than just the few precious hours a week that we're playing, which I appreciate totally. She requires that all-round feeling of being owned, which is pretty hard to achieve at the moment. But I am too laid-back a personality to constantly think, speak and act like a Dominant. I acknowledge that this will probably remain an issue to a greater or lesser extent. When it comes down to it, I'm too content with my life (touch wood again) to always feel the need to exert my power over another. And, what's more, there's a lot more to both our lives than BDSM. The vicissitudes of vanilla life tend to be too intrusive to be ignored for long.
Don't get me wrong: I absolutely LOVE domming pup. A good scene is such a turn-on. I get a huge sense of satisfaction when I've given her exactly what she needs and she's lying exhausted and exhilarated in my arms after a real working over, culminating in a shattering orgasm. It can be huge fun for me to sketch out (maybe over the preceding week or more) what I'm going to do with her, especially if I've bought another new piece of kit for us to try. But I'd be a liar if I said every scene goes like that. Sometimes I feel too tired - perhaps lacking energy after a hard week at work - to adopt the role convincingly. Any lack of effort or conviction on my part will show up pretty quickly, and I hate to disappoint pup if I, for instance, fall asleep before we get a chance to play. And here's the heavy weight of responsibility again that I mentioned at the start: while the sub experiences pain, discomfort and humiliation, the pressure is definitely on the Dom to give her the tough time she desires - to produce the goods, to make the plays, to call the shots etc, etc - you get the picture.
In that way, I'd argue it's harder to be the Master. This is why I ask pup to switch once in a blue moon (which, as we all know, is every six months). I don't ask her to go beyond our comfort zones and start going all Chanta Rose on my ass. I'm just asking her to be my assistant. I do it partly to test out a new piece of kit - perhaps it's something she's not sure about and needs to see how it works - and partly to assuage my curiosity about how it feels to be restrained in, say, the inflatable sleepsack (awesome, if you're wondering). I enjoy these rare diversions from the norm, because the duty of care is no longer mine. I can lie back and enjoy the ride - although I normally end up topping from the bottom! I think it shows pup what has to go through the mind of the Dom when they are in the position of full responsibility.
I hope none of this sounds like I'm complaining - far from it. I don't think I've been happier in my life. We have worked to get to a position of strength and I want things to get stronger. As with many things, you get out what you put into a relationship. If that's sometimes an effort, it's an effort worth making.
SingleGlove
I made a couple of rash errors during intense scenes early on in our relationship, largely where I've overestimated both my own Domming abilities and the elasticity of pup's limits. It's all very well pushing your sub to the brink, but when it could lead to mental or physical harm if they go over that brink (literally, in one of those two cases), you risk ruining the most important thing in any relationship, let alone a BDSM one: trust.
I'd like to think that I've learnt from these two incidents (touch wood). I will tend to approach a scene with a worst-case scenario in mind. If this means that I turn into a job's-worth health and safety manager, so be it - just hand me a clipboard, a hard hat and a fluorescent tabard. But I'd say we're pretty adventurous. For instance, we have indulged in mild edge play (if that's not an oxymoron). We both find stuff like breath control and noose play an adrenaline rush, but we're only too aware of the dangers and I will always, always, always be on a heightened state of alert and err on the side of caution.
I'm not a natural sadist, but I have learnt to enjoy giving pup a whipping. It's more that I've realised how much she enjoys pain and I've become slightly more adept at giving her the stripes when I desire. Ironically, while pup feels extremely subbie when I zip a hood over her head, then I wear my own balaclava-style latex hood I feel more free to adopt a Domly persona and be rougher with her. Go figure! Up until very recently, she has had a bit of a problem seeing me as the "masked abductor", but pup's latest post about wearing my inflatable hood proves that she has come an enormous way and I am so very proud of her.
pup does want and need to be pushed - there's no doubt about it. I think she needs a CPD (corporal punishment development) plan, don't you? ;-) But seriously, I do recognise that we both need to evolve and, in so doing, strengthen our bond - no pun intended. I know there are Domly things that don't come naturally to me that I should work on and give more consideration.
pup needs to feel submissive for more than just the few precious hours a week that we're playing, which I appreciate totally. She requires that all-round feeling of being owned, which is pretty hard to achieve at the moment. But I am too laid-back a personality to constantly think, speak and act like a Dominant. I acknowledge that this will probably remain an issue to a greater or lesser extent. When it comes down to it, I'm too content with my life (touch wood again) to always feel the need to exert my power over another. And, what's more, there's a lot more to both our lives than BDSM. The vicissitudes of vanilla life tend to be too intrusive to be ignored for long.
Don't get me wrong: I absolutely LOVE domming pup. A good scene is such a turn-on. I get a huge sense of satisfaction when I've given her exactly what she needs and she's lying exhausted and exhilarated in my arms after a real working over, culminating in a shattering orgasm. It can be huge fun for me to sketch out (maybe over the preceding week or more) what I'm going to do with her, especially if I've bought another new piece of kit for us to try. But I'd be a liar if I said every scene goes like that. Sometimes I feel too tired - perhaps lacking energy after a hard week at work - to adopt the role convincingly. Any lack of effort or conviction on my part will show up pretty quickly, and I hate to disappoint pup if I, for instance, fall asleep before we get a chance to play. And here's the heavy weight of responsibility again that I mentioned at the start: while the sub experiences pain, discomfort and humiliation, the pressure is definitely on the Dom to give her the tough time she desires - to produce the goods, to make the plays, to call the shots etc, etc - you get the picture.
In that way, I'd argue it's harder to be the Master. This is why I ask pup to switch once in a blue moon (which, as we all know, is every six months). I don't ask her to go beyond our comfort zones and start going all Chanta Rose on my ass. I'm just asking her to be my assistant. I do it partly to test out a new piece of kit - perhaps it's something she's not sure about and needs to see how it works - and partly to assuage my curiosity about how it feels to be restrained in, say, the inflatable sleepsack (awesome, if you're wondering). I enjoy these rare diversions from the norm, because the duty of care is no longer mine. I can lie back and enjoy the ride - although I normally end up topping from the bottom! I think it shows pup what has to go through the mind of the Dom when they are in the position of full responsibility.
I hope none of this sounds like I'm complaining - far from it. I don't think I've been happier in my life. We have worked to get to a position of strength and I want things to get stronger. As with many things, you get out what you put into a relationship. If that's sometimes an effort, it's an effort worth making.
SingleGlove
The Text
It was 9:30 in the evening when the cell phone started vibrating on the desk next to her. Propping her glasses on top of her head she leaned back in her chair and picked it up. The number was unfamiliar and the message read, "Meet me at the Venetian, rm 1023 at 11:30".
Quickly she sent back, "You must have sent this to the wrong number" readjusted her glasses and went back to work. No more
Quickly she sent back, "You must have sent this to the wrong number" readjusted her glasses and went back to work. No more
THAT'S RIGHT FOLKS. WE ARE CRAZZZZZZZY.
Evidence of another wonderful night together...yes, we begged, borrowed, and stole to get a sleepover last night. And when I left the hotel room this morning, Steven sent me this picture on his cell phone.
We have so much fun together...I love being in public with him...I love seeing him get checked out by other women AND HE IS MINE and that feels amazing. I love how he makes me laugh. I love how comfortable we are together. I love that we are so intertwined with each other's lives that we often have to stop ourselves from talking about each other to our friends and families.
And I love how adventurous we are. I feel so free when we are together. I try new things. Last night I HAD MY FIRST FULL BLOWN FISTING EXPERIENCE. If you are into this, leave a comment...I want to know what other people think. I liked it. I wasn't sure if I wanted his hand moved a lot once it was in, but I certainly liked the feeling of fullness. There is certainly a level of trust and patience required, and it has a feeling of intimacy that is really hard to explain.
My only regret is that I wasn't completely sober. Next time I will be.
So...our two hour sexathon was amazing. All of it was great. I needed that. I haven't been with someone, ever, that I could just PLAY with for hours on end. Steve stays hard. Can cum when he wants and it isn't over if he doesn't want it to be. He is patient, and eager to please. He is excited to do it all, and loves making me happy. Steven absorbs all aspects of sex...he pays close attention, and humors me by recapping it to me when I ask afterwards.
I want to read more on fisting and do this again, ASAP.
Mid life crisis? Nah
Nuts? Okay, in some ways.
Building a future amongst an underground life speckled with incredible sex, crazy ass moments of juvenile behavior, good food and better drinks, Camel Lights, hotel rooms, lube, unknowing spouses, lots of kids, and above it all an incredible amount of love for each other? YES. THAT IS EXACTLY WHAT WE ARE DOING.
This is sooooo us. I mean, really...the MOTEL 6 logo on the phone just really seals the deal on the white trash factor...combined with the energy drink, cigarette, lighter, vibrator, lube, RUSH, gum, and......drum roll.......STEVE'S WEDDING RING. Yes, that is right, because REMOVING THE RING BEFORE FUCKING MAKES IT...never mind. It just makes it not fall off when lube is involved. You thought I had some backasswards justification happening, didn't you?
Yeah...I am not THAT nuts. Yet.
Yeah...I am not THAT nuts. Yet.
Let's just tell it like it is.
We are a bit nuts. Not psycho, dangerous around kids, watch out or I will steal your cat, I talk to myself all the time, look at me wrong and I will bite you nuts.
Nope, not that kind of nuts.
Nuts as in WE ARE REALLY GOOD, UPSTANDING CITIZENS THAT HAVE JOBS, AND LOTS OF KIDS, AND MORTGAGES, AND SPOUSES, AND CHURCHES, AND FRIENDS, AND HOBBIES, AND WE CAN HOLD AN INTELLIGENT CONVERSATION, FIGHT A WICKED FIGHT, AND DAMN IT WE ARE CUTE....BUT....we have this inner freak, party it up, run around and be silly, let's pretend we don't have responsibilities, yes that is us with the loud rap music dancing in the minivan....nuts.
THAT kind of nuts.
I asked Steve this morning if I was his mid life crisis. He refused to answer because he said it is a really dumb question.
In a sense though, we ARE each other's crisis. Really.
Our love is not a crisis. Our sex is not a crisis. Having fun together is not a crisis. What is a crisis is that we have been FUCKING STUCK. FUCKING TRAPPED. FUCKING UNFULFILLED. And THAT my friends, is a CRISIS.
And until the day comes that we can be free to be US...we live amongst crisis. We cram a full blown relationship, complete with head over heels love, into a fraction of what legit couples have. We have sex with fervor, knowing that any sex we get at home is merely like a JELLO PUDDING CUP when we know that the MUD PIE FROM RED ROBIN is out there counting the seconds until we meet again. We fight like our lives depend on it, because sometimes I think they do. Why not freak out on the one that GETS IT THE MOST? The one that UNDERSTANDS? The one that has filled this huge void, yet when you are apart the void is bigger than any void that was there before?
People take SO MUCH for granted. I admit, I have been this way before too. Yet, when I woke up this morning with a throbbing headache from too many margaritas, I was APPRECIATIVE.
I was APPRECIATIVE of Steven's skin touching mine. I was APPRECIATIVE of the hangover, because it meant that we had a wonderful, wild, crazy night together. I was APPRECIATIVE of the bed, the sheets, the roof, the warmth, the room...because that is so much more than many, many people have. I was APPRECIATIVE of exhaustion...because what caused that was having sex for 2 hours in the middle of the night. I was APPRECIATIVE of Steven...thankful that he found me, thankful that we have each other, thankful that he is my future.
It is way too easy to take it for granted. Eleven years ago, I was a year into marriage with a new baby, working on buying a home, a decent job, and looking forward to a future of all that is bright and shiny. I was 19 going on 40. And I APPRECIATED none of it (except the baby). And after watching my marriage unravel, my sex life with my husband become bleak, and the realization that I went from a senior in high school to a van driving mommy overnight, I feel cheated. By my own doing.
It is way too easy to take it for granted. Eleven years ago, I was a year into marriage with a new baby, working on buying a home, a decent job, and looking forward to a future of all that is bright and shiny. I was 19 going on 40. And I APPRECIATED none of it (except the baby). And after watching my marriage unravel, my sex life with my husband become bleak, and the realization that I went from a senior in high school to a van driving mommy overnight, I feel cheated. By my own doing.
SO...I am acting out a bit. Just a skosh. Steven is too. We pretend we aren't.
But really, we are.
But really, we are.
And guess what? I am OKAY with being a bit nuts. And if this is more than a phase, I am okay with that too. If we become senior citizens that are having a few too many drinks on a Saturday night, stopping in at a Swinger's Club, and then having sex all night, WHO CARES? The reality is that we are both having needs met that have been neglected for years. Everything that we do is special, meaningful, precious. Everything we do is feeding us in some way, shape, or form.
We have so much fun together...I love being in public with him...I love seeing him get checked out by other women AND HE IS MINE and that feels amazing. I love how he makes me laugh. I love how comfortable we are together. I love that we are so intertwined with each other's lives that we often have to stop ourselves from talking about each other to our friends and families.
And I love how adventurous we are. I feel so free when we are together. I try new things. Last night I HAD MY FIRST FULL BLOWN FISTING EXPERIENCE. If you are into this, leave a comment...I want to know what other people think. I liked it. I wasn't sure if I wanted his hand moved a lot once it was in, but I certainly liked the feeling of fullness. There is certainly a level of trust and patience required, and it has a feeling of intimacy that is really hard to explain.
My only regret is that I wasn't completely sober. Next time I will be.
I have spent some time this morning reading about fisting, and what I have found is quite interesting. There is quite a bit of writing out there on the spiritual aspect of fisting. The first article I read talked about what the fist can be symbolic of from a biblical sense, complete with scripture to back it up. I was questioning this a bit, but kept researching (nerd that I am). What I found is that there are books on this, many articles, and dozens of personal testimonies from people seriously moved by the highly sensual yet spiritual experiences that they have had with fisting.
So...our two hour sexathon was amazing. All of it was great. I needed that. I haven't been with someone, ever, that I could just PLAY with for hours on end. Steve stays hard. Can cum when he wants and it isn't over if he doesn't want it to be. He is patient, and eager to please. He is excited to do it all, and loves making me happy. Steven absorbs all aspects of sex...he pays close attention, and humors me by recapping it to me when I ask afterwards.
I want to read more on fisting and do this again, ASAP.
Our finale was him cumming in my ass (he teases me because when we first met I said this was one thing I wasn't really crazy about...funny how things change...I have let him do it twice now...) while he was on top of me. This was the ultimate in intimate endings, a perfect way to end an intimate time in bed. Looking at his beautiful face, his eyes fierce with love for me, and feeling my body completely relaxed and surrendered to him...truly amazing.
Mid life crisis? Nah
Nuts? Okay, in some ways.
Building a future amongst an underground life speckled with incredible sex, crazy ass moments of juvenile behavior, good food and better drinks, Camel Lights, hotel rooms, lube, unknowing spouses, lots of kids, and above it all an incredible amount of love for each other? YES. THAT IS EXACTLY WHAT WE ARE DOING.
Friday, August 28, 2009
Removed Post
Hi Team,
I'm back at school and getting moved in. Should have another post in a few days.
I decided to remove my last post. I was happy with it, but I got a couple of really nasty comments and emails, and I found them just really upsetting so I decided to just remove it for the time being. I've been having issues lately taking things that happen with this blog to heart... and a friend was like, "sweetie, you can't take everything so personally" But this IS personal to me! This is my life, and my secrets, and my heart, and I dont' really care that this is "just business" to a lot of people. This is me and it IS personal. Maybe I should grow thicker skin, and I guess this a sign I'm not cut out for more than my little corner of blogdom--- but apparently now even this can be cruel.....
xoxo
Princess Kelley
I'm back at school and getting moved in. Should have another post in a few days.
I decided to remove my last post. I was happy with it, but I got a couple of really nasty comments and emails, and I found them just really upsetting so I decided to just remove it for the time being. I've been having issues lately taking things that happen with this blog to heart... and a friend was like, "sweetie, you can't take everything so personally" But this IS personal to me! This is my life, and my secrets, and my heart, and I dont' really care that this is "just business" to a lot of people. This is me and it IS personal. Maybe I should grow thicker skin, and I guess this a sign I'm not cut out for more than my little corner of blogdom--- but apparently now even this can be cruel.....
xoxo
Princess Kelley
100th Post plus pictures!
Read through to the bottom to find out the secret of this story.
You know the moments in life when you want to stop and witness something right in front of you over and over again? That's how he felt every time he looked at the pictures.
He swore to himself that the afternoon they spent together would never interfere with his life. His wife would never know, it was just this one time.
He
You know the moments in life when you want to stop and witness something right in front of you over and over again? That's how he felt every time he looked at the pictures.
He swore to himself that the afternoon they spent together would never interfere with his life. His wife would never know, it was just this one time.
He
Thursday, August 27, 2009
The Kiss
I'm thinking of you. The sound of your voice,
the weight of your body over mine.
I'm thinking of you, again.Your hand moving through my hair,
tilting my head to meet your lips.
H.N.T. - WET SEX HAIR
IMMEDIATELY AFTER AMAZING HOT TUB SEX...
I think it is true that you can gauge the quality of the sex by what it does to your hair.
I think it is true that you can gauge the quality of the sex by what it does to your hair.
Here is the link to the post about the day this was taken....
http://wheredoyouwanttoputthat.blogspot.com/2009/08/sex-on-fire.html
HNT - Kubbed & Chained
As well as being my latest HNT contribution, this is also my 100th post of this year. Woo hoo!
i hope it counts as 'half-nekkid'. As i remember, SG's adornment with chains, nipple clips, Kub and leather cuffs covered about half of my body:
And wow... did it feel good!
Here's the rear view, after SG gave my bottom some colour from His belt, the flogger and His hand, and before He gave me a good hard fucking - doggy style, of course:
HHNT!
i hope it counts as 'half-nekkid'. As i remember, SG's adornment with chains, nipple clips, Kub and leather cuffs covered about half of my body:
And wow... did it feel good!
Here's the rear view, after SG gave my bottom some colour from His belt, the flogger and His hand, and before He gave me a good hard fucking - doggy style, of course:
HHNT!
Wednesday, August 26, 2009
Venezia, ti amo
Canal Grande, the Venice's Main Street
Donna Leon, the Queen of Venezia. You have to read her books.
It's not the same, but there exists also a Second Venice.
He, he. Some spanish people was here.[Pulita = clean, in italian]
[Putita = little bitch, in spanish]
The Club
The tempo is swift and accelerating while the air hot with desire. Music moves through me in waves. People melting into each other as the lights played across the floor. My back against your chest, my hips grinding into yours. Arms wrapped behind my head around your neck, my body open for your hands. Completely immersed in you, the moment and I am lost.
Tuesday, August 25, 2009
TMI Tuesday!
1. Do you have "your" side of the bed? Which side?
Yes! Usually it is the side closest to the wall. I hate being near the door.
2. How old is your pillow and what condition is it in?
A year old and flat! Just like I like it.
3. What is your favorite position to sleep in?
On my stomach, one arm under my pillow and head with the other pulled closed to my body.
4. How often do you change
T.M.I. TUESDAY...SLEEPY TIME
1. Do you have "your" side of the bed? Which side?
I don't have a side that I prefer, but I think I have always slept on the side furthest from the door. Steven told me that it is an instinct or something like that. It really stems from a fear of smoke detectors I had as a child...I wanted to be as far from them as possible.
2. How old is your pillow and what condition is it in?
Relatively new, and in good condition. All three! Ever since seeing an Oprah episode that talked about scary pillow facts, I have gotten neurotic. I replace pillows! Often!
3. What is your favorite position to sleep in?
My ultimate favorite is on my stomach. However, when I have stayed the night with Steven, I tend to be on my side snuggling with him.
4. How often do you change your sheets?
Weekly.
5. What helps you fall asleep when insomnia strikes?
Reading, watching TV (cooking shows and the shopping channel are guaranteed to relax me and knock me out), Tylenol PM, sometimes sex.
6. Does sex make you sleepy or energized?
Depends on the time of day and the type of sex. And I suppose, given my situation, who the sex is with. I can't tell you when I have had sex with my husband and felt ENERGIZED afterwards. It's been YEARS. Steven and I have sex that makes me giddy and energized, and we also have sex that makes me want to cuddle up and sleep because I feel so fulfilled and complete. It just depends.
7. What is the minimum amount of sleep that you need to be functional the next day?
I can "function" on a few hours. I feel best with anything over 7...but the reality is that if it is 5 or 6 hours, I am just fine...my friend STARBUCKS helps too.
Sunday, August 23, 2009
A WEEKEND TO REMEMBER
WHAT AN AMAZING WEEKEND!
We somehow finagled two consecutive nights together...OVERNIGHT. Glorious! I am still warm and fuzzy from it!
It was a matter of the planets aligning or something...my kids were with grandparents, he had realistic work related reasons to be gone, and my husband just does not care. We met up Friday night...at this point we were only thinking we had one night together. We got a room, and met there. Of course we had to have sex first (which was great, as always...love that cum on the back / Steve licks it up and gives it to me action!) Then we went out for some excellent seafood and drinks, and then went back to the bar that is at the hotel where we were staying. This bar is somewhere that I have frequented quite a bit over the years, and there is this older, CRABBY lady that works there. And she was waiting on us.
NO ONE that I have EVER been there with has ever gotten this woman to crack a smile.
And guess what? Steven has this woman LAUGHING and JOKING and DANCING and SINGING and having a great time. That is just the kind of guy he is.
We went back to our room, had wild and crazy sex all over the place (we had drank a bit downstairs) and finally decided that the bed was overrated and ended up on the floor. Apparently I wanted it hard and fast, and was being pretty demanding...nothing like alcohol to make me bossy...and to make me want a good, hard fuck. I had turned on my laptop and loaded some old school rap ...Naughty By Nature...Biggie...a little Eminem...good sex music. I was impressing Steven with my extensive knowledge of lyrics to non-mommy music, and acting like a drunken goof. Make that a GANGSTA' drunken goof.
After that, we should have gone to sleep, but the great sex had me amped up. Steven was lying on the bed, and I reminded him that WE WERE NOT 50 and told him that we needed some Taco Bell. I drove us across the street, we ordered (I guess I was being obnoxious there too), and took our food to "our lake" down the road. TACO BELL AFTER DRINKS AND GREAT SEX IS QUITE POSSIBLY THE BEST THING EVER. We ate our food, and while standing outside by "our lake" I decided I had to pee.
BAD IDEA. I am not a camper. Not a nature kind of girl. Not a squat and pee in the wild woman. Nope. Not at all. Yeah...I thought I had nailed it...until I stood up and realized I had been peeing on the leg of my pants.
Fuck. Seriously FUCKING embarrassing. Steven thought it was HILARIOUS...laughed at me the whole way back to our room...thank goodness it was in the middle of the night because I had to walk through the hotel like this! I was ready to walk in my panties and t-shirt, but Steven had the sense to discourage this.
We snuggled up in bed, slept, woke up and had another round of great sex, and both of us headed off to work.
PERFECTION. Later on Saturday, circumstances arose that made a second night feasible. Sweet! I was soooooooo excited. BONUS!!
We met up after work Saturday, and got a room at the Motel 6. Now...here is what I have to say about Motel 6. We have used them for a few hours here and there. Never overnight. But...Friday night we had stayed somewhere nice, and decided to be a little bit fiscally responsible with night number two. Long story short...the employee that is always there when we have gone there is great. Always nice, always gives us a room in the part that I request. I had told Steven that we needed to bring her something...so, being how he is, he checks in, chats with her, basically tells her the situation we have, etc. She is down with being discreet...I am sure Motel 6 sees it all. That is just how they roll. So...she tells him that she had assumed that we were what we are, and I hook her up with some yummy baked goods, and we are surely on our way to being friends...she is discreet, we take care of her, she takes care of us, it's all good.
We get settled in our room, leave a candle burning to get rid of the MOTEL 6 ROOM SMELL, and go to this AMAZING PLACE that Steven discovered early on in our relationship. This bar has THE BEST BURGER IN THE WORLD, good drinks, great karaoke, an amazing outdoor garden type area, and it is no where we would run into anyone we know. We ate, drank, hung out, and then were at a loss with what to do next.
We had toyed with the idea of going to the Swinger's Club. I was down with it at first, but I was also tired...the night before had worn me out...the other dilemma was that the later it gets, the more it becomes active, and being there fully clothed and watching isn't really the best. Watching has seemed to be the best earlier in the night.
We went to another place that we frequent, stayed there a bit listening to the WORST karaoke ever, and left.
So, we went back to our room, and laid on the bed watching funny videos on You Tube, and just hanging out. After midnight we decided to go down the road to Applebees and get a drink, AND HERE IS WHERE I GET TO THE BEST PART OF THE ENTIRE WEEKEND.
We are sitting there in the bar, talking about this and that. We were talking about places that are "our places" and Steven brought up a park/lake that we have gone to now and then to hang out and talk, and have junk food picnics.
And while talking about this place, we talk about the first time we were there. There was no one around, we walked down by the water...talking, and kissing. We took some cute pictures of us on my cell phone, and all of a sudden Steven grabs a stick.
And writes that he loves me in the sand.
And I snapped a picture with my phone, and told him that no one had ever written that they loved me in the sand before.
He was shocked. It was the honest truth. Never.
So, there we are at Applebees, reminiscing about that, and Steve tears up. With tears in his eyes he tells me that it makes him sad to think that no one had ever written that they loved me in the sand before. That I was so great, how could that have never happened with another guy? And that at the same time, he was glad that he was the first. Of course seeing him be emotional and sweet and tearing up makes me start crying. Steve blots the corner of my eyes with a napkin and we hug...having our own little sappy moment in the bar.
Seriously, is this not the sweetest guy ever? I have never felt so completely cared for. So completely loved. So complete.
We go back to our room, get ready for bed, and snuggle up together. After an amazing night's sleep, we had mind blowing sex this morning with nearly simultaneous orgasms as a finale. Steven has read about pussy massaging (there is some fancy word for it that is slipping my mind), and ladies...this is fabulous! He rubs me all over down there with lube, and it is euphoric...relaxing, exciting, arousing, crazy good feeling. It is about more than rubbing where you know it feels good...it is about the whole area. And by the time he slid his hard cock into me, I was crazy turned on. I decided to use a vibrator on my clit, and FOUGHT LIKE HELL to not cum. I could have so many times, but wouldn't let myself. It built and built, and we kept going and going...VERY intense like. No switching around, no position changes, just good intense sex. And Steven playing with my nipples was incredible for some reason...it always arouses me but it was way more than usual. As much as I love eye contact during sex, I was so focused on my own body that I couldn't focus on him. I was starting to feel delirious with pleasure when I came, and it took a bit for the room to stop spinning afterwards. Seriously the MOST CRAZY INTENSE orgasm I think I have ever had.
14+ hours later I am still walking on air, smiling, giddy, and more in love than ever.
We somehow finagled two consecutive nights together...OVERNIGHT. Glorious! I am still warm and fuzzy from it!
It was a matter of the planets aligning or something...my kids were with grandparents, he had realistic work related reasons to be gone, and my husband just does not care. We met up Friday night...at this point we were only thinking we had one night together. We got a room, and met there. Of course we had to have sex first (which was great, as always...love that cum on the back / Steve licks it up and gives it to me action!) Then we went out for some excellent seafood and drinks, and then went back to the bar that is at the hotel where we were staying. This bar is somewhere that I have frequented quite a bit over the years, and there is this older, CRABBY lady that works there. And she was waiting on us.
NO ONE that I have EVER been there with has ever gotten this woman to crack a smile.
And guess what? Steven has this woman LAUGHING and JOKING and DANCING and SINGING and having a great time. That is just the kind of guy he is.
We went back to our room, had wild and crazy sex all over the place (we had drank a bit downstairs) and finally decided that the bed was overrated and ended up on the floor. Apparently I wanted it hard and fast, and was being pretty demanding...nothing like alcohol to make me bossy...and to make me want a good, hard fuck. I had turned on my laptop and loaded some old school rap ...Naughty By Nature...Biggie...a little Eminem...good sex music. I was impressing Steven with my extensive knowledge of lyrics to non-mommy music, and acting like a drunken goof. Make that a GANGSTA' drunken goof.
After that, we should have gone to sleep, but the great sex had me amped up. Steven was lying on the bed, and I reminded him that WE WERE NOT 50 and told him that we needed some Taco Bell. I drove us across the street, we ordered (I guess I was being obnoxious there too), and took our food to "our lake" down the road. TACO BELL AFTER DRINKS AND GREAT SEX IS QUITE POSSIBLY THE BEST THING EVER. We ate our food, and while standing outside by "our lake" I decided I had to pee.
BAD IDEA. I am not a camper. Not a nature kind of girl. Not a squat and pee in the wild woman. Nope. Not at all. Yeah...I thought I had nailed it...until I stood up and realized I had been peeing on the leg of my pants.
Fuck. Seriously FUCKING embarrassing. Steven thought it was HILARIOUS...laughed at me the whole way back to our room...thank goodness it was in the middle of the night because I had to walk through the hotel like this! I was ready to walk in my panties and t-shirt, but Steven had the sense to discourage this.
We snuggled up in bed, slept, woke up and had another round of great sex, and both of us headed off to work.
PERFECTION. Later on Saturday, circumstances arose that made a second night feasible. Sweet! I was soooooooo excited. BONUS!!
We met up after work Saturday, and got a room at the Motel 6. Now...here is what I have to say about Motel 6. We have used them for a few hours here and there. Never overnight. But...Friday night we had stayed somewhere nice, and decided to be a little bit fiscally responsible with night number two. Long story short...the employee that is always there when we have gone there is great. Always nice, always gives us a room in the part that I request. I had told Steven that we needed to bring her something...so, being how he is, he checks in, chats with her, basically tells her the situation we have, etc. She is down with being discreet...I am sure Motel 6 sees it all. That is just how they roll. So...she tells him that she had assumed that we were what we are, and I hook her up with some yummy baked goods, and we are surely on our way to being friends...she is discreet, we take care of her, she takes care of us, it's all good.
We get settled in our room, leave a candle burning to get rid of the MOTEL 6 ROOM SMELL, and go to this AMAZING PLACE that Steven discovered early on in our relationship. This bar has THE BEST BURGER IN THE WORLD, good drinks, great karaoke, an amazing outdoor garden type area, and it is no where we would run into anyone we know. We ate, drank, hung out, and then were at a loss with what to do next.
We had toyed with the idea of going to the Swinger's Club. I was down with it at first, but I was also tired...the night before had worn me out...the other dilemma was that the later it gets, the more it becomes active, and being there fully clothed and watching isn't really the best. Watching has seemed to be the best earlier in the night.
We went to another place that we frequent, stayed there a bit listening to the WORST karaoke ever, and left.
So, we went back to our room, and laid on the bed watching funny videos on You Tube, and just hanging out. After midnight we decided to go down the road to Applebees and get a drink, AND HERE IS WHERE I GET TO THE BEST PART OF THE ENTIRE WEEKEND.
We are sitting there in the bar, talking about this and that. We were talking about places that are "our places" and Steven brought up a park/lake that we have gone to now and then to hang out and talk, and have junk food picnics.
And while talking about this place, we talk about the first time we were there. There was no one around, we walked down by the water...talking, and kissing. We took some cute pictures of us on my cell phone, and all of a sudden Steven grabs a stick.
And writes that he loves me in the sand.
And I snapped a picture with my phone, and told him that no one had ever written that they loved me in the sand before.
He was shocked. It was the honest truth. Never. So, there we are at Applebees, reminiscing about that, and Steve tears up. With tears in his eyes he tells me that it makes him sad to think that no one had ever written that they loved me in the sand before. That I was so great, how could that have never happened with another guy? And that at the same time, he was glad that he was the first. Of course seeing him be emotional and sweet and tearing up makes me start crying. Steve blots the corner of my eyes with a napkin and we hug...having our own little sappy moment in the bar.
Seriously, is this not the sweetest guy ever? I have never felt so completely cared for. So completely loved. So complete.
We go back to our room, get ready for bed, and snuggle up together. After an amazing night's sleep, we had mind blowing sex this morning with nearly simultaneous orgasms as a finale. Steven has read about pussy massaging (there is some fancy word for it that is slipping my mind), and ladies...this is fabulous! He rubs me all over down there with lube, and it is euphoric...relaxing, exciting, arousing, crazy good feeling. It is about more than rubbing where you know it feels good...it is about the whole area. And by the time he slid his hard cock into me, I was crazy turned on. I decided to use a vibrator on my clit, and FOUGHT LIKE HELL to not cum. I could have so many times, but wouldn't let myself. It built and built, and we kept going and going...VERY intense like. No switching around, no position changes, just good intense sex. And Steven playing with my nipples was incredible for some reason...it always arouses me but it was way more than usual. As much as I love eye contact during sex, I was so focused on my own body that I couldn't focus on him. I was starting to feel delirious with pleasure when I came, and it took a bit for the room to stop spinning afterwards. Seriously the MOST CRAZY INTENSE orgasm I think I have ever had.
14+ hours later I am still walking on air, smiling, giddy, and more in love than ever.
More Chains
As you didn't seem to like my last post very much (did it freak you out too much?), i thought i'd share a few more of my chain photos relating to my recent HNT post:
There are a couple more photos to come... after SG took inspiration from what He saw. As part of a recent scene, He placed me in chains again before He had his way with me. And it felt delicious!
There are a couple more photos to come... after SG took inspiration from what He saw. As part of a recent scene, He placed me in chains again before He had his way with me. And it felt delicious!
Strawberry Red, Part 3
Her lips were as full as the strawberries, tasting just as sweet. Sliding my tongue over the top, I felt her moan softly. Her fingers grasped my nipple, twisting it towards her. My hand snaked up her back, wrapping into her hair. Pulling her head back to lay her on the blanket, I gave her a sly smile.
"Let me help you out of those," I said pulling her shorts over her hips. She wasn't wearing
"Let me help you out of those," I said pulling her shorts over her hips. She wasn't wearing
Saturday, August 22, 2009
Work
You're busy, again. The keyboard clicks with a purpose as you sit head bent, concentrating. I'm not worried that you haven't noticed I walked into the room. It always starts this way when work beckons.I stand near the window, my reflection shining in your monitor. You watch as I slowly start to remove my clothing. The shirt is pulled over my head, my body stretching as I toss it to the side.
Blog Updates and Random Factoids
So I'm working on some blog updates, both posts, and just to the site itself. As some of you might have noticed, I've started doing a dropdown archive by category of the old posts on the right rail. I'm hoping that it will help people that are new to the site find the posts the want to read, as I'm really proud of some of the things that I've written here, as well as allow people who've already read the posts to find them more easily. :) Now for the random factoids about me :)
It turns out that I've been wrong about my bra size for the last 5 years. And I feel really stupid about it. I've always known that most women wear the wrong bra size, but I never thought that I would be one of them! I was a 34DD (pictured left (see, it looks right!)), and that was that. WRONG
I'm a 32F. That's right, a 32F. Sometimes 32G. G! Did you even know that was a bra size!? But it actually makes some since. The problem that I would have was that the cup wasn't large enough and if I went up where I was shopping, I would have to go up in band length...and they would get big in the wrong places. So I got a larger cup but a smaller band. So pretty much, tiny waist/ribcage- fucking huge tits! lol.
Now, this is my PSA for bra's. The store I went to is called Intimacy- check it out! OMFG! The founded has been on the Today show and stuff like that, talking about how important having the correct bra is, and she's SOOO right! They actually ask on their survey before your personal consultation (where a woman goes into the room with you and figures out your size) if you think a bra can change your life. I didn't think it could. I HAVE BEEN CONVERTED! OMG this bra has TOTALLY changed my life! I can breath, my back doesn't hurt as much, I'm not fiddling with my bra all day, I look thinner, just OMG. PLUS all of there stuff is from Europe so they have TONS of stuff in my size and its all SUPER cute (see below in the horrible angle shot). Insanely beautiful stuff.
I've always been a panty addict. I think I might have just become a bra addict to. Sigh, sadly this is a much more expensive addiction, lol. But online I can find Tons of bras in my size, all of which are so beautiful b/c they're all from Paris! lol :D.
So LADIES! Go to this place, or even like a Nordstroms maybe (not Victoria's Secret- I love them, always have, but after this place, and learning about how bra's are made- they just don't make stuff for all sizes- GREAT panties, but not bras) and have somene who knows what they're doing fit you. It really can change your life. :D
In other totally random, did you really want to know this much about Kelley news, I am allergic to my cellphone.
What? you ask. Let me explain.
I am allergic to metal. I'm not sure if I've mentioned this on here before or not, but it is quite the life issue for me. I also have excema, which is a skin condition- pretty much just Uber dry skin that leads to itchy ugly flaky red patches on my skin. I've always had it, pretty much always will, and I get really bad breakouts all over under stress. I even have some spots on my hips :( FAR to close to my bottom in my opinion. You might have seen it in some pictures on my tummy- which is related to the metal thing. In that case, its caused by my jeans and belt buckle.
Anywho, so in like March/April this spot broke out on my face and I was like WTF!?!?! That had NEVER happened! And it is SO not cool. I got meds for it, and it still wouldn't go away! And it was only in this one spot on my left cheek. Then suddenly it appeared in the exact same spot on the right side! And then it hit me! Its my phone! I talk on my left side, but when it started to hurt I switched to the right. And yes, I do talk on my phone THAT much. (Like when I was with John, 2 hours a day) I'm kinda at a loss now too. Speaker phone it is I guess! lol.
So yeah, that was way TMI, lol, but I really needed to share with someone the ridiculousness of my life.
Hope everyone's having a good weekend! I should have another post up either tomorrow or Monday.
xoxo
Princess Kelley
Princess Kelley
Thursday, August 20, 2009
I NEED A SPANKING!!! (Self-Spanking thoughts)
I know you're all agreeing with the title right now. I promised no more attempts at excuses for my extended absences, so all I will say this time is that I'm home for a few more days before school starts back up next week and I'm planning to write a bunch of posts to hopefully get me throught the next month or two. I keep getting inspired but then am in a really inconvient place, and by the time I get back, alone, and by my laptop, I just want to shut it off and escape from technology for a bit! You know? Sigh, but I do love my blog and I have SOOO much to say. But I think with this post and maybe a few others I'm going to try to do shorter posts. That way I won't feel like writing one is going to be such a commitment and I'll feel inspired to write more often. :) But don't worry for those of you who like my ridiculously long ramblings, I'll still be writing those as well.
The big news in my life right now is that I FUCKING NEED A SPANKING!!!!!!! Its been a month since my last one, and it was 2 weeks before that and 10 weeks before that!!!! And I STILL haven't been spanked. And I've Really been needing one. Just for stress relief and to help center and focus me. Plus, the new development in my life (that I WILL write a post going into the details) is that i have a new "baby sister" (a non spanko but who found this site and gets spanked and I will spank if I have to for punishment) and so I've been being a top 24/7 for the last few weeks (part of why I've been so absent) and I Love her so much but I need to be a little girl for a bit too! I need to be my Daddy (...or maybe even Mommy's) little girl and just get wrapped up and loved and cared for and spanked!
Sigh, and I earned a spanking the other day- from my new "mommy"- not really, its super complicated, its related to the baby sister thing. Her name is ME, and she's a spanker but not a spanko if that makes sense, and she loves me and knows that this what i need for discipline sometimes and were she near by I would have had my backside blistered mulitiple times over already by now. Anywho, so I earned a spanking and she also realize that I just was in serious "need" of a spanking, and she emailed Daddy.
Unfortunately I don't know when I'll get to see Daddy again, and since I'm back home right now, I'm not near any spankers that I know. And then when I get back I'll be really busy with school. :( So Daddy recommneded a directed self-spanking, which we explained would take the edge off the need.
The next day Daddy had me kneeling bent over the back of my sofa, while on webcam, so my bottom was completely bare and exposed to him, and I got 125 with the pool table brush in sets of 25 and it STUNG!!!!! I forget how much it stings when its been so long! :(. And of course it wasn't what I NEEDED but it did take the edge off. And then Daddy explained to ME what happened and that SHE could direct if she needed to from IM or from a call! *mega blush* I don't know what it is, but the thought of this woman spanking me is VERY embarassing! She hopes that it would actually be an effective punishment for me- nothing sexual at ALL....I'm not sure she could suceed in That, but she might get close!
But just in general in regards to self spanking, I'm curious what ya'lls thoughts are. I self spanked A LOT when I was younger. I've used everything from brushes, to belts, to hand held mirrors. And since getting directed ones, I once had to use a coat hanger! EEK! My ex-Daddy was a strict self-spanker. When he dirrected them they were very thorough and just like he would have given. He would have you do 50 swats in one place and then move up an inch and do 50 more. ....ok, can't think about him.... sorry... lol.
I remember one odd thing I did was that when I was younger I discovered this parenting site that had a random punishment generator which would generate time out times or grounding durations or number of swats. The problem was it would only generate 1-10 swats! So i created this mulitiplication system (this was when I was like 11 or maybe 12 btw) to increase the number of swats I was to recieve. It was great! :)
Daddy took some screen caps of this last one and I'll post them when he emails them. They are just of after shots- sorry, no good durings :(. But as you can see, I do a thorough job :)
I love ya'll! Please forgive me for being such a horrible blogger all the time!
xoxo
Princess Kelley
Fill In Friday!
1. I remember, I remember the way you spoke.2. Dear my body I want you to know I do it all for you.;)3. Is that my name on your lips!!???4. I'm trying to resist the temptation of Him.5. I'm saving a myself just for you!6. If I made a birthday list an airline ticket would definitely be on it!!!7. And as for the weekend, tonight I'm looking forward to going out, tomorrow my plans include
Wednesday, August 19, 2009
Just Listen, Part 1
Standing in the doorway she moved her hands up his chest, pushing his shirt over his head. Leaning in to kiss him deeply she slipped his zipper down while shoving his jeans to the floor. Slithering down his body then looking up at him, she smiled, inching his brief over his hips slowly. As he reached for her, she pushed his hands away and stood up.
"Sit." She said as they walked into the room.
"Sit." She said as they walked into the room.
Tuesday, August 18, 2009
Overcome
i was overcome with emotion at what i had just achieved. my head and body were buzzing. It all felt so surreal and i couldn't believe i'd done it.
It was the latest challenge SG had set for me - i mentioned it on the blog a few posts back. The next time i played i had to try and wear SG's 'scary' inflatable hood. Even if it was for just a few seconds. SG has been training me prior to this moment with the newly acquired penis gag and His other breath control hood. He's a clever Dom. Strangely enough, i had been able to cope with that hood, even though He told me it was the toughest one of the three that He owns. So this inflatable hood is really a combination of them. i think it scares me because it also inflates. It has 2 valves but i don't think i'll ever be able to wear it inflated.
i took a hot bath and shaved myself smooth - that always gets me horny. The thought of using my largest butt plug inside my pussy again (it is way too big for anal) was also propelling my excitement. To feel it filling me up and sliding in and out is really satisfying when i'm flying solo.
After drying myself off, i prepared the scene. Large butt plug (covered with condom) on bedside table, the hood laid next to me on the bed and my smaller butt plug about to be slid into my asshole. That's a sure fire way to increase my juices. i guessed the extra feeling of something in my ass might take my mind off the hood. i lay down on the bed and my hands took hold of the hood. i took a few moments to familiarise myself with it. It has a breathable mouthpiece and see-through plastic eye holes, but no nose holes. It's still a scary thing for me but i wanted to conquer my fear.
It was time. i held the hood up and began to place it over my head. It fitted v snugly and i made sure i had my mouth against the mouthpiece. i slowly pulled down the back zip. The latex began to squeeze at my face. i breathed normally and told myself i was fine. But then the zip got caught in my hair just over halfway and for a few secs it seemed to be stuck. Panic crept in as it wasn't possible to just pull the hood off. i visualised being trapped inside it with no means of help until much later as SG was not home. i hurriedly fumbled with the zip and then it began to move again. i drew it upwards and quickly pulled the hood off and lay there wondering if i should try again. i knew i had to or else this panic would set in each time i wore a hood.
i started again and felt the hood close in on my face again, just a little, but i knew i could cope. With the zip fully engaged, the hood was now tight against my skin. It actually felt good. i reached for the large butt plug and slowly began to push it inside my pussy. I was so horny by this point. The plug felt so good and i relaxed into it. my breath quickened with each push. i could feel myself near the edge already. i knew it wasn't going to take long. It only took about 10 minutes in total. my orgasm flowed over me - a nice comforting medium strength climax. i lay there for a few seconds to enjoy the sensation and the relief that had spread through me. Then it was time to remove the hood.
As I pulled it off, cool air hit my face and i took several long deep breaths. The exhilaration of what i'd just achieved overtook me and i couldn't stop smiling. i was overcome and it felt incredible. i knew that SG was going to be pleased. His pup had pushed herself to her limit and won.
i managed to carry out scene again at the weekend for SG. This time He tied me spread-eagled to the bed and then told me He was going to make me come constantly, whilst He used both my pink vibe inside my pussy and the Hitachi wand against my clit. He said He wasn't going to stop until He decided. He set to work and it must have lasted about half an hour. It was complete pleasure and torment at the same time. my breath was slightly inflating the hood, but i didn't really care. my mind was focused on climaxing, time after time. i must have had about 8 or more orgasms - and all whilst wearing the inflatable hood. i could have safe worded at any point, but i didn't. SG was ecstatic at how much i endured and had nothing but praise for me. i felt a very satisfied and exhausted pup.
This is the photo SG took as He carried out His fiendish task. One that i never thought i would ever have taken of me. It's rather surreal to look at, but i am so proud to share it with you:
i look so blissed out!
It was the latest challenge SG had set for me - i mentioned it on the blog a few posts back. The next time i played i had to try and wear SG's 'scary' inflatable hood. Even if it was for just a few seconds. SG has been training me prior to this moment with the newly acquired penis gag and His other breath control hood. He's a clever Dom. Strangely enough, i had been able to cope with that hood, even though He told me it was the toughest one of the three that He owns. So this inflatable hood is really a combination of them. i think it scares me because it also inflates. It has 2 valves but i don't think i'll ever be able to wear it inflated.
i took a hot bath and shaved myself smooth - that always gets me horny. The thought of using my largest butt plug inside my pussy again (it is way too big for anal) was also propelling my excitement. To feel it filling me up and sliding in and out is really satisfying when i'm flying solo.
After drying myself off, i prepared the scene. Large butt plug (covered with condom) on bedside table, the hood laid next to me on the bed and my smaller butt plug about to be slid into my asshole. That's a sure fire way to increase my juices. i guessed the extra feeling of something in my ass might take my mind off the hood. i lay down on the bed and my hands took hold of the hood. i took a few moments to familiarise myself with it. It has a breathable mouthpiece and see-through plastic eye holes, but no nose holes. It's still a scary thing for me but i wanted to conquer my fear.
It was time. i held the hood up and began to place it over my head. It fitted v snugly and i made sure i had my mouth against the mouthpiece. i slowly pulled down the back zip. The latex began to squeeze at my face. i breathed normally and told myself i was fine. But then the zip got caught in my hair just over halfway and for a few secs it seemed to be stuck. Panic crept in as it wasn't possible to just pull the hood off. i visualised being trapped inside it with no means of help until much later as SG was not home. i hurriedly fumbled with the zip and then it began to move again. i drew it upwards and quickly pulled the hood off and lay there wondering if i should try again. i knew i had to or else this panic would set in each time i wore a hood.
i started again and felt the hood close in on my face again, just a little, but i knew i could cope. With the zip fully engaged, the hood was now tight against my skin. It actually felt good. i reached for the large butt plug and slowly began to push it inside my pussy. I was so horny by this point. The plug felt so good and i relaxed into it. my breath quickened with each push. i could feel myself near the edge already. i knew it wasn't going to take long. It only took about 10 minutes in total. my orgasm flowed over me - a nice comforting medium strength climax. i lay there for a few seconds to enjoy the sensation and the relief that had spread through me. Then it was time to remove the hood.
As I pulled it off, cool air hit my face and i took several long deep breaths. The exhilaration of what i'd just achieved overtook me and i couldn't stop smiling. i was overcome and it felt incredible. i knew that SG was going to be pleased. His pup had pushed herself to her limit and won.
i managed to carry out scene again at the weekend for SG. This time He tied me spread-eagled to the bed and then told me He was going to make me come constantly, whilst He used both my pink vibe inside my pussy and the Hitachi wand against my clit. He said He wasn't going to stop until He decided. He set to work and it must have lasted about half an hour. It was complete pleasure and torment at the same time. my breath was slightly inflating the hood, but i didn't really care. my mind was focused on climaxing, time after time. i must have had about 8 or more orgasms - and all whilst wearing the inflatable hood. i could have safe worded at any point, but i didn't. SG was ecstatic at how much i endured and had nothing but praise for me. i felt a very satisfied and exhausted pup.
This is the photo SG took as He carried out His fiendish task. One that i never thought i would ever have taken of me. It's rather surreal to look at, but i am so proud to share it with you:
i look so blissed out!
The Table, Prelude
**This was written by a friend who was inspired from reading the rest of The Table. *blushes* How awesome is that?!** I sit across the table from you, looking, observing. You are stunning this evening. Hair pulled up exposing your delicate neck. Your evening dress accentuates your features. The black material of the dress broken with thin hints of silver and gray. Your shoulders are exposed
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