The Joys of Humiliation

So I like... Ok I love humiliation. Especially verbal humiliation. It will get me wet quicker than anything else I know. Recently when I asked sir to humiliate me he asked me how, much past the verbal stuff I drew a complete blank. So I put it to you my wonderful readers, give me some ways that sir can humiliate me!

Giving Up Control, It Felt Like Such a Good Idea

And it genuinely did, and usually I don't regret it, in fact I think it was one of my better moves as I trust sir and he makes me happy. And during sex he always knows the right words to say... This is not helping, as right now I'm one horny little puppy and I know he has had a bad day and don't want to ask him if I can orgasm. Fuck nuggets!

That is all. Feel free to have a giggle about this I almost certainly will tomorrow night when we're together.

Fifty Shades of Grey

Please tell me this is a bad joke. No? I've not been able to read the entire thing myself (even my masochism has it's boundaries and I have limits!) but the few exerts I have heard have made my IQ drop and the more I hear about it the less I like. It is basically from what I have heard a "How to" guide to being a bad and abusive dom. Thus making me thrilled that Sir knows his stuff. (In other news we have decided I really need pushing this weekend and both want to know how bruised my tits can get as my arse just doesn't. No really it doesn't! It used to but recently it decided that it doesn't want to any more. Ironclad was the word sir used. But that's another matter.) So I shall be writing for all those possible "Fifty Shade" refugees that stumble across my blog that are new to our dark, beautiful and slightly twisted little world, a proper how it should be done and how not to do it.

Bruised

Hey, so anyway sorry I didn't post anything sooner, things have been a little crazy round here! Anyway so as you know I was on an orgasm ban. I made it through what felt like the longest three days of my entire life! And every second was worth it. But that was then and this is about yesterday!

Yesterday morning we had an empty flat to enjoy, and what started off with a warm up spanking, then moved onto a very mean wooden paddle brush that I own, then moved onto a super stingy flogger, onto a cane, then back to the brush, an over the knee spanking and finally the cane. Now my pain tolerance has been insanely low, but yesterday just pushed every single button, and most of the beating just did not register of pain, the moans and a wet patch that went down to my knees will contest to that! I have not had a chance to check out how black and blue I am yet, but I'll let you know! I've also rediscovered a huge love for nipple clamps something I was never usually able to take before. But the pain was just... exquisite is the only word for it right now.

I'd write more but I really must dash. Will give you all more of an update later in the week. Take care everyone!

Spirit

Spirit Claws the Walls

So my relationship has taken a turn for the D/s and I am on an orgasm ban. I've been on it since yesterday, but I do have to masturbate three times a day until Friday. Three times and no orgasm? This is cruel but brilliant. I'm enjoying it, but it's also a little bit hellish. I had to sleep in a huge wet patch last night. I don't see him until Friday, and I can't wait as I haven't seen him since last Friday.

On Friday I'll be wearing my stockings, suspenders and my schoolgirl dress. If I really wore my old school uniform I really would not have looked sexy. It was black and shapeless and as un-sexy as humanly possible. But I digress.

Hell I'll do damn near anything to take my mind off the fact that I think my clit is developing a mind of it's own I'm so damned horny! I am trying to not think about the fact I have to masturbate five more times before Friday, all I can say is, he'd better not be over here too late on Friday!

New Relationship

I'm taking things slowly with this relationship. I have to after the past couple of years, considering the state my heart has been left in, not to mention my trust (which is still currently non-existent but I am working on that). So anyway, I see him about once, maybe twice a week. But my brain is currently going mad and shouting at me to get out before I get hurt as I am getting rather attached to him, and I promised myself that I wouldn't get attached to anyone for a long time. But here I am slowly giving my control up and dare I say it possibly falling for this one. Well I'm off to go and put my butt plug in and record myself having a wank for him as promised. Damn rules! I'm actually enjoying them.

Boyfriend's Hangovers and the Bruise On My Butt

I'm usually sort of a morning person, yes that peppy little cunt who seems to be happy and have energy. I hate those people this morning as I nurse my hangover. Although it must be said, it was totally worth it. But let me back this puppy up a couple of weeks. About three weeks ago, a friend introduced me to one of his friends. we talked a bit and meeting up for a drink was talked about but with me being busy didn't happen for a couple of weeks. Finally met up with him and we went on a date. I explained the past year or so and that I was not looking for a relationship. Which didn't stop us kissing, nor did it stop his hand ending up in my knickers. Very glad I wore a dress on our date. He has been domming me of late, but I'll save those for another post. We've been seeing each other when we've had the chance, and it has been nice. Although my pain tolerance is non-existent these days I have sadly discovered. If anyone finds it there will be a reward.

Last weekend we went for a quick drink before I met up with my friends to go clubbing. We both said non-committal and very not serious, yet he asked me this:

"When you go clubbing, do you, well, tend to pull?" Said with his hand down my jeans I might add. (So not slutty.)
"Sweetheart, I go to get off my face and dance, I have in the past, but it's far from my plan for the evening."
"Oh, ok, cool. Because, well I'd really like it if you didn't." Even I thought that was kind of cute.

So I went clubbing, and didn't pull. Fast forward a few days to yesterday. He came over to mine for the first time, an act of bravery as I always warn people I live in a very cluttered room with a broken bed. (No it didn't get broken doing that.) But he came over, he used my cane on me for the first time. I really didn't take it very, which actually really annoyed me. But, y'know it has been well over a year, I shouldn't be surprised. And that ladies and gentlemen is how I came to get the bruise on my butt. We admitted that we both really like each other, and that we are only playing with (and sleeping with) each other, but we left it at that. We finally got out of bed to get to the pub (seeing where this hangover may have come from now?) and finally ended up introducing people as "his girlfriend" which made a lot more sense than pointing in each other's general direction and saying "that's my erm. Well... S/He's with him." (Delete where appropriate.) So that's how I ended up with a boyfriend. We then went on to another pub, and then finally me and a friend as boyfriend had to get the last train home, went on to yet another place for cocktails. I don't want to know what time my drunk arse got through that door. But I'm feeling better now, and actually, kind of happy. So much for the I'm done with relationships!

On a Rubber Kick

I've never been too into rubber, at least not on me anyway. But this could be down to two things

1. My first ever latex dress was very unflattering
2. The last time I wore a latex skirt I had sweat pouring down my thighs which was annoying.

I love the stuff on other people, although I'm not always mad for the smell like some people I know. But since the invite to the rubber party I've been looking for something new to wear. I have a mini skirt and a top but I've seen a new top, and a dress, and some gloves. The gloves are a bargin and I'll have them in the next few days. The only thing is I'm a bit poor right now and will be for the next few weeks, so I'm praying I'll magically get the funds for the new top because as it is a very rubber party I want to be a little more covered and lovely as that top is it is cropped and doesn't cover very much.

But anyway, the thing is I'm getting really excited about the whole rubber thing, it used to be when I was expected to wear rubber I'd grudgingly get into it and get out of it as quick as possible, but this time I'm really looking and getting really excited and can't wait to try my new gloves on. And I'm really hoping that I might be able to get the top before the party. I'll have to shuffle some funds about a bit and see what I can do!

12 Months

I have not had a proper play session in thirteen whole months. I've had a few offers, including an invite to a very private rubber play party that is coming up. But I've been turning everyone down, although I haven't turned down the play party. I'm not a rubber person, but I still kind of fancy it. But what puts me off is that I haven't played in so very bloody long and I'm not sure that the first time I play after so long be something so public.

Since the split with Storm (which has been rather stressful) I have wanted to play but I have not really found anyone I have wanted to play with. The guy I'm currently fucking is only very mildly kinky so I don't count what we do as playing in any way. Although there has been a friend of a friend that has asked me out this weekend, he's a couple of years younger than me, which I would never normally go for, and although not unattractive not physically my type. but yet I have found myself agreeing to a date. So hopefully if all goes well maybe I'll have some kinky stroies to share very soon. Much as I like the guy I'm fucking it's been almost a month and he is talking about just being friends so I have to get out before I get hurt.

The Kinky Girl Spirit Guide to Life

So as you know I'm ducking someone at the moment, and we have decided that we don't want anything serious, and it is making me think about the rules that I live by, that stop me getting hurt, keep me safe and out of trouble.

The Kinky Girl Spirit Guide to Life

• Don't get involved with couples. As a one off it can be ok, but never let it become regular.

• Do not keep a fuck buddy for more than a month, one of you is going to end up wanting more and someone will get hurt. 
• If you can help it, avoid them.If the person you are with starts behaving like an arse get out, things will not improve. Man I've learnt that the heard way. Twice.

 I'm sure there should be more, and I'm sure as I get older the list will grow.

Lucky Dip

So I went to an event recently, it was a fantastic night with a kinky edge to it. When I got there I went for a smoke and met a pair of really nice guys, anyway as the night progresses I end up kissing one of them (in truth I kissed two people that night but ya know, who's counting?) anyway so we get talking about kink and it turns out of all the people in the building I find the vanilla who wants to be corrupted. At the end of the night he invites me back to his (well he's pretty damn cute if you ask me) so it would be rude to say no.

We get back to his and his friend crashes in the spare room and we move from the living room to the bedroom, barring a few scratches and the odd very gentle bite the sex was pretty vanilla. We spent the whole of Sunday and Monday together and the sex was pretty damn good. He also asked me to corrupt him so that sort of got the cogs turning in my head. He said he wanted to try bondage but didn't really go much past that.

Now I've been very nervous about getting back into the kink world, considering I haven't played with anyone in really just over a year, and I am really wanting to take things very slow, considering I don't want to get burnt again after all the problems I've had of late.

So somehow I deccide that the first person I am going to play with is someone with no experince, but is very keen to learn. When I got over to his the other day I asked him if he wanted to see what I'd brought recently, the only things that got used were the new rope (which I still keep saying I must cut to lengths I want!) and my lovely new cuffs. He wanted to see what it was like to be tied down before he did any tying (a man after my own heart) so I cuffed and tied him to the bed, teased him, gently biting his nipples, kissing down his body, giving him a blowjob (man that guy's dick gets bigger every time I see it), and finally riding him. After an orgasm or three, I let him go as being tied was not his thing, but he was more than happy cuffing me flipping me over, and fucking the life out of me, dirty talking the whole way. He really did take to domming like a fish to water. But it's early days and we're not too sure where all this is going, we don't want to rush into a relationship so we're taking it slow. But give me time and I'm going to find out everything he's into and I think when I'm done the scene is going to have another excellent dom.

In other news I've got another date coming up. He's a friend of a friend, pretty cute and I must say, I'm rather looking forward to that too.

Sorry for the absence

Well I've been rather quiet of late, giving myself some space from kink, relationships, and if I'm honest physical contact altogether. I've been ill for a really long time. So anyway, I'm ready to start getting back out there and moving on with my life (and about time to, but I'm glad I've had some Spirit time) and on the search for that Goldilox and the three bears "just right" kind of kinky relationship.

So as I sit here enjoying the sunshine, and looking through what the internet has to offer (I don't know if it's the time of year or something, but it's real slim pickings!) or I have finally become so fussy there is no one single out there that I want! Either way, it's all good and I'm having lots of fun, enjoying some very sexy legs, short skirts and with it being the city some cracking heels. If only some of those women could walk in them, maybe I should start giving lessons...

Shameless Plugging of Stuff

Ok, so I got begged by a friend to do this, and she's actually pretty cool, with wicked taste in events. So for anyone who will be in London on a Wednesday there is Kink VIP London, it's in Kings Cross and is a nice chilled out place by all accounts. Here's a link to the kink. All the info is there, and I hear the drinks are reasonably priced, and the people are friendly.

Will I be going? Well, I can't give all my secrets away now can I?

Riding the Storm

So I go and see Storm, he needs someone to talk to, and I know him better than anyone, and I've got closer to him than anyone he's ever known. We end up going back to his and watching a film. He's got an arm aaround me and then it's inside my skirt. The funny thing is I'm wet before he's even touched me. Then his fingers are inside my thong and  rubbing me. I've got his jeans off and I'm wanking him off, he gently pushed my head down over his cock and I'm goiving him a blow job. He's moaning above me and he suddenly decides to move me, picking my up like I weigh nothing. He lays me in front of him and fingers me until I squirt, for the first time in years, and just as I start squirting he's inside me with my legs over his shoulders. I scratch down his chest and thighs leaving dark red trails. And I'm desperately trying not to scream because his housemate is next door. We've almost always orgasm at the same time, but this time I came before him, and just as he came he pulled out covering me in his spunk.

I'll make a kinkster of him yet...

Escape (Story)

I hate family events, I mean really hate them. From the "You scrub up well" to the "Why did you have to get another tattoo?"

But then I never expected to see him there. I don't know why I didn't, I mean he's a family friend so why not? And I've been fantasising about fucking him for so long it's been driving me crazy. Not that I ever expected anything. He always seemed so nice, and clean cut. Dare I say almost good for me?

So when I finally get him all alone and to myself we talk, am I single? Oh hell yeah. How can a nice girl like me be single? How sweet, you still think I'm nice. I'm tired of this almost flirting and feeling like I'm under the microscope of my family. I smile that half smile, pull my hair out of my eyes, lean over, one hand on his thigh and the other on his shoulder and whisper "Let's get the fuck out of here, just for an hour or I swear I'll go mad."

"OK." Damn, I didn't think it'd be that easy. I lead us out a back door out of the house, and round the corner. I pull him down the road and lean my back against the wall, pulling him into me and kissing him. He wraps his arms around my waist and kisses me back. Hey, when did being subtle get you anywhere? He ran his hands over my body, and I reached under his shirt and raked my nails down his chest. He wrapped my hair in his fingers pulling my head to the side and kissed my ear and down my neck.

"Lets go somewhere a little more private." The joys of having a house in the middle of nowhere is that there's plenty of feilds for a little privacy. Well, more private than this anyway. We hurried off to a feild a few minutes away. We dropped to the grass and he was on top of me. He pulled my skirt up and my underwear off, stuffing it into my mouth. He turned me over and pulled me onto my hands and knees. I heard him undo his jeans and he was soon inside me, fucking me hard. I moaned through my underwear. Then a finger slid into my arse, and I pushed back against it. He pulled out of my driping cunt and then he was in my arse, stretching my tight hole and it felt amazing. I started rubbing my clit with one hand which he pulled away and held in an arm lock behind my back.

He pulled out and turned me over, and took my underwear out of my mouth, grabbed my hair and forced my head down over his cock, ripping my top down and slapping my tits as I choked on his cock. He pushed me back down and was back inside my arse and rubbing my clit until I came. He pumped into my arse harder and harder until he filled my arse with his spunk. We lay on the grass breathless, he finally turned to me, put an arm around me.

Blast From the Past

So, does anyone remember Mist? Well, he has been back in contact with me. (Who'd have thought it?) He messaged me on a BDSM networking site. He's out of town at the moment but when he gets back would I like to go for a drink? He's so sorry for hurting me, he misses me and he never should have ended it with me. So, does anyone actually believe a word of that? Because I know I don't. He's not back for a few more months but I don't see any drinks happening. Unless of course I go purely to pour the drink over his head. Which I must admit is tempting, if not somewhat childish.

A Change of Direction

So as we all know I'm back to being single again, and have been for a few weeks. I've had my first Valentines Day as a single woman (which felt wonderful as whether single or in a relationship I detest that day!) I have been out with friends a few times, and had plenty of interest from men and women.

Now the woman had a boyfriend, one of the men was just plain weird and it felt like having my own lapdog/sycophant and the others were just not my type. And I'd rather like to overlook the so-called friend trying to set me up with his mate. Five minutes into fooling around with him and I was willing to run a mile in tight shoes just to get away from him.

In the past eighteen months my heart and soul have taken more of a battering than most will in such a short space of time, and I guess it's left me feeling rather cynical lately and a bit on the defensive. Which is really not like me. I used to enjoy having playmates and no strings fun, but it's not what I want any more, the very thought is a turn off and leaves me feeling a bit low oddly enough. When things were at their best with Storm (which sadly was rare) they were amazing and it's showed me a different side to things, and I'd quite like something like that again. So I'm going to wait this one out, be looking for some good free porn sites, and erotic novels to keep myself amused in the mean time and see where it goes.

Getting Back On the Horse

I've been single for a few weeks now. I'm on a couple of kinky dating sites, but I'm getting sick of them already. The only people that seem interested (and already have it in their heads that I must be interested in them) are all twice my age and more. Now I know that some women like that kind of thing, but I want a long term relationship, would a relationship with that big an age gap really last? I doubt myself that it would, I'd rather be with someone my age who I can grow, and potentially grow old with.

But then I have not met anyone that I have been mutually interested in for a long time. There's been a few people show some interest but we want different things, or I'm just not attracted to them. I'm very picky about who I go for.

Drumroll Please

I have had a really busy and crappy couple of months. Long story short I'm back as a single woman again. I've had a horrific shock that there is no one out there I actually want to fuck! Not a single Dom or Domme on the internets! I must write a letter to my local MP complaining about this matter...

So I have got to invest in a good vibrator. If anyone knows of a good one please do let me know.

In other news I plan to be back again on a regular basis with my usual dirty stories and updating you on my latest adventures. And it's been a long time (too long) it was great to see there are now a grand total of 21 people subscribing to the blog!

So since I hate to dissapoint my fans I'll be posting a new story within the next few days.

Love to you all

Spirit x