Thursday, 18 November 2010

Tsk

Looks like the next week is going to be a very tight one. I just had a last minute work cancellation, Fyn is home with germs, and I'm generally just a bit fed up. When he's not working he's playing that bloody video game of his. (Yes I know I brought it for him but I didn't expect it to take over his life.) So we now have the internet at home (yay) and I will be posting more frequently, when he is not around. Although having said that I recon I could walk in with a condom on my head and he wouldn't notice such as things are in the Spriit/Fyn household these days.

He is being better behaved since his orgasm ban I must admit. I just wish he'd pay me a little more attention. Maybe if I stick a rocket up his bum. Ah well. If I were in better health I'd probably do something about it.

Yours in sickness and a distinct lack of health

Spirit

Monday, 15 November 2010

Going Out

Fyn has decided that he actually wants to go to a fetish club. So now I have two weeks to buy/steal/make/make magically appear an outfit for the fussy git. I was lucky it was almost one week. But when you are on a crazy tight budget with a fussy little pain in the arse what do you get a bloke to wear for a fetish club?

The dress code did say goth so I think he's going to have to dress as a goth for the night. I don'tthink any of our friend's are his size so I can't borrow anything. He also wants something that is going to cover him up. He has turned his nose up at the idea of me making him some bondage trousers. I oubt I could afford PVC ones for him, and if I could I doubt he'd like them. So please for the love of my sanity. What the fuck do I do? Aside from possibly not go. Which I wouldn't mind.

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.

Tuesday, 9 November 2010

Planning ahead

as I sit here with my coffee and biscuits I am pondering a few things Fyn told me the other night in bed. He wants to be fucked with my strap on, wear my underwear, and he wants to be tied up/down but not side to side or back in time (funny he was never much of a bondage fan when the shoe was on the other foot). Oh and last night he wanted to be humiliated. Does any one else get the feeling I may just have landed myself a bit of a sissy?

So this leave me in an interesting position. One I have never been one for dishing out humiliation, but I've always been a lover of taking it. Two we only have one piece of rope as due to ex's moving house and everything else of the past twelve months I've lost all of mine. Please excuse me as I have a breif grumble to myself. And finally three, I am tiny a size 8 in fact. He is not going to fit in my underwear without stretching it a bit. And I hardly have any underwear either while we're on grumbling.

So once I have done my waiting in for stuffs, I am going to be taking a shopping trip to buy some rope, underwear, and try and come up with some ways of humiliating him. Hell, at least I have a strap on! So the plan is no sex (cause he won't when I'm on a period, it's a bitch but I respect his limits), strip him in the hall, drag him naked upstairs tie him down so he is stuck kneeling in front of the full length mirror in the bedroom, make him watch himself sucking my strap on, only problem being I have to untie him to re-tie him to the bed. Ok scratch that, let's start again.

Tie his ankles to the bed and wrists behind his back, thank the landlord that we have mirrors for doors on the wardrobe that are the length of the room so he can still watch himself sucking me off while tied to the bed. Untie the wrists and then retie them to the bed. Or leave him as is so I can get up give him a quick beating, and then fuck his arse with said strap on. Possibly leaving him tied up for a little while afterwards so he doesn't know if I'm going to do anything else. Then just see how my mood takes me.

The underwear is going to wait as a surprise for the weekend. He'll be wearing it out under his normal clothes, after all I can't give him everything he wants in one night now, can I?

Subspace

Maybe it's me, but I never seem to be able to reach that magical place. Sometimes I think I'm close, but it just doesn't happen. It's like being told Narnia's just behind that door and when you open it all you get is a twat in a lion suit jump out. I've been with many very experinced doms and they have never gotten me there. I don't try because the harder I try I know it is never going to happen. And I know, I know, just try and switch your mind off and go with what's happening. If only I could even lower the volume on my mind, let alone turn it off!

So, I put it to you dear submissive readers. Have you never been able to reach subspace, or do you find it difficult? And lastly do you perhaps have any advice? As I am refusing to believe that it is just me. Not that I can see me subbing for a while as Fyn has a few submissive fantasies that he wants to breathe some life into, and I should be thinking about getting him into subspace. I get a feeling that won't be easy as he is much like me, his mind doesn't stop (only I'm sure he's much more badly behaved than I am!) but I am a good top (or at least I try to be) so I am going to find a way of doing it. It's early days and he's still finding his feet really. But we'll get there.

Monday, 8 November 2010

Want Want Want

I've been a good girl this year. (Well more or less.) So can I please please pretty please have this corset?



And maybe a whole new fetish wardrobe? I don't have enough leather and it is making me sad. I am also very aware that Christmas is just around the corner and I have to spend my money on pressies for my family and for Fyn. I am yet to make my mind up on what to get him. He's asked me what I want and I have no idea. Meh, I'm sure I can think of something.

Rough Sex

I am the first to put my hand up (both in fact, waving while squealing like a little bitch) and say I like rough sex. For me there is no other kind. (Aside from kinky, up the ass, mouth... ok maybe there is a couple of other kinds!) But anyway for me I don't see the point in gentle sex, I need it hard, rough and possibly bruise forming.

The only thing is if Fyn is that hard he'd probably kill me. He's what you'd call big. And when I say big I mean screaming in something that is pleasure but also a hell of a lot of pain. So what do I do about it? I figured that by now he would have stretched my cunt so it might not have hurt so much at least in that direction anyway. But apparently I am built like a rubber band, I just snap back into place afterwards, and I am still the wrong kind of sore.

So what the hell do I do, cause I miss my rough hard sex!