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!

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.

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.

The Blowjob

So things between me and Storm are back on track. And without me doing anything too stupid while we were on the rocks! So I've been with him this past few days and things are much more like they used to be. Although he was a bit worried with these meds he's on that he wouldn't be able to get it up. And oh yeah yours truely defeated the medication! When I want it up by hook or by crook I'm going to get it up! What can I say, maybe I have a gift...

Anyway, he's not a fan of sex while I'm on the rag but if you'd spent four hours without being able to get the thought of giving your partner a blowjob then you really have to do something about it. Besides he can return the favour later down the line. So we're curled up in bed after a bit of a shitty day and I can hear it's getting to him. We've atempted to watch a film but talked over most of it. Largely him calling me a nymphomaniac, personally I want a second opinion! So I run my hands down his body and start to kiss his neck and down his body and I can feel him getting hard in my hand. His breathing changes, and I work my way down his body until he is in my mouth. I lick, kiss and suck him as he runs his fingers down the arm I am supproting my weight with and through my hair. I'm getting so wet I can barely concentrate until I hear his breathing quicken, trying to keep quiet with someone in the next room, and then he doubles over with orgasm, holding onto my head as he just seems to keep cumming in my mouth.  Finally his orgasm is over and we curl up in each other's arms.

Holy Crap!

So it's like eight o'clock in the morning, we've been out clubbing all night and the night before. And we are trashed, and exhausted, we ache, and finally we have stripped off and crawled into bed. We are already sweaty and gross and really should just be going to bed. Well we're in bed, that's close enough right?

He puts his arms around me and kisses me, and his hands run all over my body, and his fingers find my already wet cunt, and are inside me making me moan into his shoulder as I kiss it. My hands are all over his body and then he pulls me on top of him. I slide him inside me and his hands are all over my chest, strong but soft. My eyes lock onto his as I ride him until I am biting my lip to stop from screaming the entire flat down around me. I orgasm and it feels like my entire body has gone off like a rocket and I collapse on top of him totally breathless. He rolls me onto my back and it all gets a little hazy from there. When it is over we lay gasping for breath in each other's arms and nuzzle each other. The next thing I know it's some time in the afternoon.

Sex with Storm is way more addictive than crack, fizzy cola bottles and anything else I can think of! I've not been able to concentrate at work!

One Way Traffic

I hate oral sex.

Ok hate is a really strong word, but I don't let anyone get their head "down there" as it were. Funnily enough though get me on the giving end and you can almost guarantee my knickers will be soaking before they've cum. And I love sucking Storm's cock. I even like the taste of his cum. Good thing too seeing as the last time he came in my mouth I had to swallow twice!

A few weeks ago I had given him a blow job and I was all kinds of horny, he had cum in my mouth and had no idea at the time that blowjobs turned me on so much. Until he saw the damp patch where I had gotten so wet I'd soaked through my underwear. But he decided to make me wait, until finally he pulled my underwear off pulled me on top of him and he slid inside me. He pulled me onto him and a wave of bliss came over me. I swear that thing is a perfect fucking fit! He kissed my nck, shoulders and gently sucked my nipples and  I rode him until I was screaming, but he was nowhere near done with me. He pulled me up like a ragdoll, bent me over the nearby desk and fucked me until I was fighting to keep my knees from buckling. He came inside me and pulled me back to the sofa and held me in a tangle of limbs, and kissed me and ran his fingers through my hair and down my cheek, my arms and up and down my spine.

Goodbye Mist

So it turned out that Mist was just trying to use me, and was setting me up for a fall. I'm not hurt, not now, I was then. All that's left now is anger. You pushed me into admitting my feelings and publicly I might add, just to dump me the next day. Well screw you then. Tomorrow night I'm going to be spending with Dax and I have been invited by a guy I know to go and have a play with him. Thing is he's much older than me and age difference has always been the one thing to put me off.

I haven't seen the guy in years though and I do want to go and catch up with him. But for the time being I'm committing to nothing and nobody. Just me. When the time's right, I'll know. But for now it's all kinky sex with great friends!

Non-commital.

Anyone who has been reading this blog for a while may remember Dak. I went to see him today and a drink as always turned into going back to his to watch DVD's. Last time it resulted in very drunken guilty sex. Now the situation as it stands with Mist is that I have no idea what's going on. His profiles don't say he is seeing anyone, and one in fact says he is still looking. Hmmmm. So fooling around with Dak this time was guilt free. We've been doing this for a while now. On and off. And today was probably the best we've had.

With Dak it's often very violent on both sides. I fight back (not Wolfie type fight back, as bizarrely he really likes Dak) but we have a lot of rough and tumble. In fact the first night we fooled around we totlly trashed his place. But doesn't the best sex usually create a lot of mess. Dak however had heard on the grapevine that I was playing with Mist and we talked about that. He knows my lingering fear of not knowing where I stand with him and that his blog says he is single. So with that in mind we had some very guilt free fooling around. Now I don't let Dak mark me as we are very non-commital. I love him to pieces but I don't have that connection that lets me let go enough to let him leave a single mark on me. But I'm sure you don't want to hear about that.

So lets get down to the dirty. He had been reading some dirty stories of mine lately from another blog I write, and now had an even better idea of what I was into. And for once I didn't go down with a fight. At the end of the DVD he pulled me onto him and we kissed. He started calling me a dirty slut and I was gone. He lifted me off of him and pulled off my jeans and told me to get on all fours and stay there.He slid a finger inside me and I moaned. I was already pretty wet. He has always been very rough with fingering me and I was finding it hard to stay on my hands as they began to shake. My breathing got quicker and the moans got louder. "Remember you aren't allowed to cum." Dammit I knew I shouldn't have told him that. He pulled his fingers out and I gave in and was on my elbows. Dak reminded me of this and I dragged myself up onto my hands again. He told me not to move and then a hand came smacking down onto my arse. I could hear him doing something around me but I didn't think looking up was the best idea. Dak may not be the most sadistic and while he isn't allowed to mark me he's a damn creative man. As I knew from past expeince. He also knows my body insanely well.

I could hear chain behind me and a pair of clovers were clamped down on my labia. His fingers went back inside me and he pulled on the chain. I was squirming and starting to try very hard to keep focused and not just go with it. Not long afterwards his fingers were out of me again and I could hear something going on behind me. I soon found out what it was as I felt the lube hit my skin and covering my arse. A finger slid inside and then another. He was soon fucking both holes and making me beg for more. He likes to make me beg for it. Soon enough his focus was just on streaching my arse as he is not a small boy and he wanted to fuck it. Something he'd never done with me before. He made sure I was nicely lubed and finally slid into my arse, but he's pretty big and it still hurt a little bit but he'd already forced my head into the pillow so I didn't make too much noise. He knows me well enough that he didn't stop or slow down but fucked me ruthelessly ignoring my screams calling me a bitch in heat (never been called that before and I rather liked it) and choked me on the fingers that had been in my cunt not long before. I could smell me on his fingers as he used me. He managed to orgasm before I could leaving me very wet, very turned on. But in keeping with Mist's orgasm ban.

Dak gave me some time to remember how to string a sentance and the caring sweet side was back. We cuddled up as we always do when we hang out. He asked it I was ok and we both cleaned ourselves up a bit. We watched some more junk and then he decided he wanted some more fun. He pulled me close and shoved a finger inside me and then another. I was soon writhing on his fingers and trying so hard to stop myself from orgasm. But his nail scratched me and I started to bleed, we were so wrapped up in the moment that neither of us had noticed as his fingers came out and he started fucking me. I wasn't in any pain (far from it it felt amazing) and it was only when my head came up I noticed the bloody finger marks on the wall. As I was in no pain and I love blood we continued despite better judgement saying I was out of action. The fact that I was so wet made it seem worse than it was and he smeared my bloody over me. But still no orgasm for me.

We chilled out afterwards and once we stopped so did the blood. We also figured it was a good time to call it quits on that department and just relax.We talked some more about Mist, and agreed that if Mist decides he wants to get serious with me Dak and I would stop fucking around. That's what I like about Dak, no strings sex and a great friend. In public people would think we're just two friends. I'm pretty sure he's the best dirty little secret I've ever had. And today was certainly (despite the lack of orgasm) some of the best sex I have ever had! Mist is going to wonder what the hell happened to me when he gets me into bed!

Fighting Back

An idea from a conversation between Mist and I.

But as I wrote through this I couldn't decide if Taming the Beast might not be a better title. You decide.

He wanted a challenge, and he certainly got it. She was like a coiled spring her body crouched and slightly bent, her legs bent and the knees and up on her toes. She was ready to meet his next move, matching every movement he made with one of her own. What he found so strange was the way that she moved, it seemed so unnatural yet completely comfortable to her. It was strange to him, he who owned her completely, or so he though. No one owned this side of her. There was a definace in this wild, naked woman. And a challenge in her eyes that dared him to even try and catch her.

He made a grab at her slender arm, and it dissapeared beneath him to be replaced by a sweeping almost claw like hand to his arm. He pulled away, shocked at her speed. But he had one thing that she did not. Strength. And he did not plan to lose to his wild girl. This was his idea and he would always feel like he would never completely own her until he had taken control of this almost inhuman side to her. He took another grab at her, this time for her hair which was trailing wild in her face. But again she was already gone and diving behind him with a bizarre agility. There was nothing graceful or cat like about it, yet it was beautiful in it's own way. She landed behind him on all fours and was diving at his back. But this time he was too quick fer her and he threw her down.

She landed on her shoulder with a grunt and this time was up much slower. She barely managed to miss the kick intended to keep him down and went for him while she had him off balance. The force she piled into him with as she bundled her tiny but powerful body into him sent them both flying and hitting the ground hard. She went into his bare chest with her teeth. She bit down hard enough to taste his blood, and in that moment they both thought she had won. He gathered his thoughts and grabbed her by the hair and throat forcing her away. She swiped out with paw like hands and a wild look in her eye. He threw her away like a broken doll. He glanced grabbed the rope and looked down on her as she pulled herself together. He could see between her legs was slick with her juices. She rose up again but he was prepared. She threw herself at him again, he could tell she was becoming desperate, and tired. He was much bigger and heavier and grabbed her body and threw it down without much of a problem.

She landed on her front and he was on top of her before she could turn, a knee in her back, pinning her once and for all. She still did not give up. Snarling and clawing in a desperate bid to right herself. He grabbed her wild mess of hair and forcing her face down with a force that would later bruise her cheek. One hand went to her head trying to fight off his hand. The other he grabbed and forced behind her back and tying it at the wrist. Using the rope to hold it in place he grabbed the other wrist and forced it back, tying it to the other wrist.

Next was her legs. They had been flailing around but now were completely still. It almost seemed too calm to belong to the deep ragged breaths and growls coming from his captive. He pulled his leg away and she moved as quick as her bonds would allow and was on him, teeth bared and ready to keep going. He struck her across the face knocking her back, but again she came at him. He had more time now, and he grabbed his next length of rope. He forced her down again and sat on her chest, it took a while to tie her legs but eventually with a lot of throwing around had tied her ankles to her thighs. She was bent in an uncomfrtable looking tie still looking up and still full of fire.

He had become as aroused as she, who was now so wet the insides of her thighs were slick with sweat and her juices. He posisioned her with her arse in the air and fucked her. She was exhausted, beaten and broken. He continued to slap and scartch at her skin as she still tried to wrestle and slowly gave in to her captor. He reached his climax and left her there just for a minute. Watching the rise and fall of her body as her breathing became regular again. He untied her and they curled up in each other arms.

Sub Space - A Natter

It's something that came up in conversation with Mist recently. He would rather his partner didn't space out and was there with him expriencing the sensations rather than have gone mentally and physically numb. And it got me to thinking, is that my subspace block? Do I actually like being there in the moment with my partner? Do I want to be able to look into their eyes when haze of pain has faded away and be totally grounded by them?

It would explain a lot, and it is a conversation we keep saying we could sit and have during emails and texts but the conversation never gets around to that. We've normally got better things to do!

Men In My Life

Right, so Mist came over today, and while we were playing made me cry (which is very rare for me) and it felt great. I find it hard to cry as a day to day thing and he is amazing afterwards at holding me and making me feel like I'm indistructable. The only problem is Wolfie. He doesn't see good or bad tears, just tears. Later while giving Mist a blow job I had to fight down Wolfie from coming up and biting him. I was having a great time and I actually really love giving him blow jobs.

The Persuit of Subspace

I have got it into my head that I can subspace, even if evidence points in a whole other way. I love reading Alternative Mindsets and about her floating away. (And if you haven't read the blog, I suggest you get over there and read it... Hey hey hey, not until you've finished with mine!) It is something I have always wanted to experince, my ex used to subspace really easy, and it looked like a lot of fun. Then I went through my little "no way, this isn't real, someone made it up to sell tea and sugary things" phase.

This phase is very much over and done with. I'm a pretty stubborn person, always have been and always will be. I wanted to learn to squirt and I did. My record is meters and I am very proud. Not that I've been able to do it for a long time. I'm really getting off the point here. Somebody hit the breaks on this train of thought!

Right back onto the matter at hand that you've come here to read. (I've noticed my stuff on subspace seems to be the most popular so I figured I'd talk about it a little more.) Anyway, so this is going to turn into my journey into finding my subspace. It begins here and now! Well, maybe not now, I have a dinner to cook, laundry to put away. So everyone wish me luck and lets see where this goes!

Start of a story

Kneeling on the floor, naked with the exception of a collar, my legs open, my head down and my eyes closed. I'd be in trouble if I was caught looking, and even if I did dare open my eyes I wouldn't want to and risk seeing my heart beating so hard I think it's going to escape my chest.My palms are sweating as they sit upturned on my knees. I don't realise you are behind me as my mind is racing and I'm trying to catch onto a coherant thought, until you run your fingers through my hair. Making me jump.

I feel your hand on my face, gently guiding my face to yours, you kiss me on the forehead. You're being too nice, what brutal thing do you have planned for me? I know you far too well to know this won't last. But I'll enjoy it while it lasts. I wait to be cuffed, as you usually do. But this time you have something else in store for me. This time you have decided that you want to wrap me in clingfilm. As layer after layer goes on it becomes harder and harder to move, and only my head is left free. But a posture collar means I cannot move my head. Finally a blindfold and a gag is added.

Your hands over my body leaves a slowly cooling trail of warmth across my body. Across my arms, chest, legs, but not able to get to between my legs to sate the urge burning inside me. The sudden feel of a pinwheel across one of my nipples makes me jump. Then across my chest to the other nipple and down my body. Once you've had your fun with the pinwheel you rip two holes in th clingfilm and free my nipples, and add clamps making me gasp around my gag.

I'll finish this later I promise.

My Happy New Year

Right first off, hope you all had a great new year whatever you were doing or not doing.

Secondly if I can get through telling the story of my new year without getting insanely horny and distracted then I have achieved something very special.

We'd had a bit to drink between Fyn and I, although we weren't drunk. Even if my hiccups were at the time the funniest thing ever. Somehow the subject of porn came up, and we ended up putting some on my laptop. Fyn was pretty turned on and so was I so I leaned down and started sucking him off. We decided to take ourselves and the porn upstairs to bed and he told me to strip. He climbed into bed with me and began slapping my tits while I wanked him off. I was dripping at this point so he finally fucked me. He slapped me, pulled my hair, pinched my nipples and called me a dirty whore and a filthy slut. He then pulled out and told me not to move and he came over me and rubbed his cum over my body. But I still hadn't cum yet and was going a bit crazy by now, He slid his fingers into me and fucked me hard but before I could cum from that he pulled out and stuck them in my arse and fucked my arse with his fingers while I rubbed my clit. The orgasm was amazing.

Well I had to condense it a little but I got through it. Shame he's still fast asleep upstairs I really want to cum again now but I can't without permission.

Another Day And Fantasies

Fyn is asleep in bed still, I gave him a wank and he fell asleep again, so I have got up, made myself a coffee and am watching another old comedy. Much like I do every Saturday morning. Both of us have been working late most of this week. But I didn't have any jobs the end of the week so I caught up on my sleep.

As we aren't spending Christmas together (I'm off to my family's and he's off to his) so we're exchanging pressies tomorrow. I got him a flogger and some books. He's going out today for my pressie. If he ever actually gets out of bed.

Anyway, I believe it was Jo Brand that once said "A man fantasises about someone else, a woman fantasises about anyone else." And I must confess I have been, but then I don't think I have ever fantasised about a partner. If I have I don't remember. My latest one is acharacter from a TV programme. I know it's perfectly normal and I don't feel guilty. So hopefully it'll be a quiet night in with Fyn and we can finally have a play and a fuck. It has been a long while.

The Weekend

Well we're both up and back on our feet after an attack of the germs. So what's the plan for the weekend? I've got no cash until the start of the week so we'll be keeping it really cheap. I would like to have a quiet night in and have some play time with Fyn, but the thing is I really want to sub, I just don't want to sub to him. I want to be grabbed by the hair and have my holes used. I want to have my arse stretched and fucked. I want to be tied up and covered in cum. But there's no person I want to do that to me. For some reason, much as I love him I just can't sub to him. Every time I dom a partner I just can't sub to them afterwards. I wish I could, and a huge part of me wants to. But I just can't bring myself to.

The thing is much as I want to sub I really want to tie him down and torture his balls, his nipples and force him to watch me fuck his arse with my fingers. (I love the mirrors in our bedroom!) I also really want to give him a spanking. I haven't given him a proper spanking in a while.He makes the sexiest noises when I spank him, and he can take a hell of a lot more than he realises.

But why oh why is there no one out there to use me like a whore?

The Weekend

It's not been great for us lately. Fyn is freaking out and so am I with this whole living together thing. We had rented a car for the weekend and as I was really down and miserable after a guy I did some work with started behaving like what can only be described as a total cunt we decided to go for a drive. It managed to do us a lot of good. We ended up talking about ex's and then kinky stuff. The kinky talk went on for most of the journey. Although he got a bit weird when he realised how much more experince I have than him when it comes to kink.

Anyway, when we got home it was gone midnight. We had a hot drink, put the heating on and I asked him if he wanted to play. And he did.

Once the flat had warmed up a bit I took him upstairs and told him to strip While he stripped I tightened my strap on around my hips. I tied him to the bed naked in the doggy position and blindfolded him. Then I slipped a glove on and lubed up his arse. I slid a finger in and started to fuck him with a finger, then two and finally three. Soon after I started fucking him with the strap on instead. I could hear that he was loving it. The strap on was rubbing against my clit and I orgasmed. A little while after that I untied him but didn't take the blindfold off. I then flipped him over and re-tied his wrists to the bed. Then I fucked him. He asked to cum and I climbed off. He was still hard when I untied him and removed the blind fold. He then asked again if he could cum. I figured I shouldn't be mean as he had just driven for several hours. So I let him have a wank and cum.

The next day he had to wear pink lacey underwear. He kept complaining that it kept riding up his backside. Which made me giggle. He was cheeky all day and so far trying to beat it out of him hasn't worked. So I have given him an orgasm ban. It's going to be a hell of a long time I do know that, especially after the comment of. "You always say you're going to get me back for the comments but you never really do anything." Despite the number of times I've beaten his backside. So now I'm going down another path. I'm sure he'll be allowed an orgasm by... I don't know. Maybe, December some time? That'll teach the little bugger.