Sunday, September 13, 2015

I sing the body Dominant

Once upon a time the Dominant who writes this blog had the body you see above.

It wasn't even that long ago, really. This picture was taken a little over three years ago. L had gone on a camping trip with her friends, and, in what might be a tad bit narcissistic, I snapped this picture and emailed it to her to let her know what she was missing back home. 

This was not the body I had for most of my life. Most of my life I was pretty scrawny, thanks to a high metabolism and being a marathon runner. About six months before this picture was taken, I started hitting the gym on a regular basis, trading in the treadmill for the weights. The results were surprisingly quick, and I found great personal reward in sticking to a strict schedule, pushing myself, and being pleased with the results.

And L, of course, didn't mind it at all.

Flash ahead to this photo, taken just a few minutes ago by L:

I have put on close to 50 pounds in three years, ballooning up to a weight that I thought would never be possible on me. For most of my adult life, my waist size matched my inseam (32/32) and over the course of the last three years I watched that change, and pants that once fit me comfortably left the confines of my closet and made their way to the local thrift store. 32 went to 34, 34 to 36, and 36 to 38, where it has stayed for the last year.

And the belly...good lord, the belly. It was never something I possessed before, but these days it is evident, serving as a punching bag for my youngest boys and a punch line for my oldest.

Suffice to say, going to the gym is something I no longer do, and the running shoes I own rarely make an appearance. I also was not fully living with L back then, and would actually sometimes forget to eat. Nowadays,  I reside with a woman who can cook as well as she can fuck (and she fucks damn good) and I wolf down whatever she places on my plate in the dining room just as eagerly as I wolf down what she presents to me in our bedroom. 

I don't take a lot of pride in the direction my body has gone. I don't like the feeling of putting on a pair of pants that I can no longer squeeze into, of getting easily tired from strenuous activity, and of stepping on the scale and seeing new numbers emerge. Most importantly, I don't like how my weight gain resulted as a lack of self-discipline, and as a Dominant, aren't we supposed to be all about self-discipline? When L signed our original contract, one of the stipulations was that I would dictate her diet and give guidance on exercise; that has been left to the wayside since I do not believe in the motto "Do as I say, not as I do." 

A Dominant does not have to be the perfect physical specimen. True Dominance comes from mental strength, not physical appearance. And L professes to have no qualms about my body whatsoever; that she still finds all of me quite desirable (and it has by no means had any impact on our sex life).

Still..still. It is something I want to improve upon, more so after seeing the above picture L took of me. So, moving ahead, after tonight, I am going to do just that. This blog post was more or less nothing more than a step towards motivation, and that seeing the before and after picture above would be kick in the ass to get me going.

We shall see. It's all up to me, right? squirmy little pet who took the picture of me naked apparently liked what she saw enough that she is quite eager for her session, so I will go tend to that. 

And the good news? I will burn some calories in the process.

Saturday, September 12, 2015

Sinful Sunday: Slowly sucking on Sir

There are times, not very often, when L's sexual urges trump mine. For the most part, we are evenly matched, desire for desire, day after day.

The other evening we were lying in bed together, side by side, naked, and L was squirming next to me, wanting certain things...needing certain things. I was tired, and at the moment, was content to lay there, our warm bodies pressed up against each other.

She looked at me with her puppy dog eyes.

"May I suck on you Sir?" she asked.

Certainly, I replied, and she eased herself down my body, coming face to face with my cock.

She wrapped her lips around the head...just the head...and suckled on it slowly, almost nursing it, gently, her hand resting under my balls.

I moaned. I ran my hand through the back of her hair, caressing her, as I began to grow in her mouth, getting harder as the suckling continued. I turned over on my side, and the hand that was once caressing her hair grabbed it roughly, and I thrust my hips forward in order for her to engulf my entire cock as I started fucking her mouth...much to her delight.

And mine as well.

Sometimes my L has the most wonderful of ideas.

Monday, September 7, 2015

threesome, revisited

Last Friday night, within the comfort and secrecy of our hotel room, L and I embarked on what I believe was either our seventh or eighth threesome. It has been enough over the last year and a half that I have lost count somewhat, though I know for certain this was the third one with this particular gentleman.

Not having the other male be an unknown entity helps, somewhat, with the nervousness of the situation, in particular for L. She confessed the day before everything was to go down that she did not feel at all nervous this time, and, as always, would do whatever pleased me.

We ended up with a room with a spa suite, and little did we realize at the time we checked in how prominent of a role the hot tub would play in the evening's events. As was the case with the previous threesomes, I had a vision in my head of how things were going to go down and what exactly would happen. I approached it like a director would with a carefully crafted script, down to the blocking, but the thing is with threesomes, when everything starts going, it turns into improvisational theater.

The evening started off with a dinner out between L and I, both of us dressed quite well and feeling quite good about ourselves. It was a celebratory evening of sorts, as L had just been offered a job that day, after a year of not working. The evening air was crisp, the sky was blue, and the trees had already turned golden. All was right with the world as we dined and enjoyed each other's company, and our conversation was void of anything that would be happening later.

After dinner, back at the hotel, and a bottle of champagne popped open. We decided to try out the hot tub as we still had over an hour before he was scheduled to appear. One thing led to another, and though we were planning on nothing sexual until he arrived, sexual things did happen. L was on top of me at one point, riding me in the water, and then this led to me sitting on the edge of the tub while she sucked on me.

"You should just come now," she said, looking up at me, her hand massaging my balls. "That way you won't be pressured to hold off later."

Then she was back on my cock with her mouth, and I decided that was some damn good advice, and allowed myself to come. Quite the cock reader, she sensed my orgasm and withdrew her mouth at the last second, and I erupted on her hand and into the hot tub.

After the hot tub we got out and dried off, and L put on a sexy purple negligee set. The champagne had settled in, and she was feeling even more at ease. We spent the remaining time before he arrived engaging in a light BDSM session, with L kneeled before me most of the time, professing her love to me and how much she wanted to please me.

10:45 p.m. and a knock on the door. L sat in a chair in the middle of the room, blindfolded, while I let him in. Little was said between the two of us as I led him into the room, where L sat quietly ready to serve the two of us. We stood on either side of her, both undressed, and began mauling at her, pulling and smacking at her tits and fingering her cunt. She was already a dripping mess at that point, and with two erect cocks inches from her face, it was time to move on.

First him, then me. We guided her head between the two of us..."passed me around like a joint at a party" L joked the next day...taking advantage of her mouth and all that it had to offer. From there I led her over the bed and had her bend over. Our friend entered her from behind while I moved up to her mouth. We switched back and forth a couple of times, and on the next go around with him fucking her, L urged him to come.

"Go ahead," I said. "But fuck her hard. That's how she likes it."

And so he did, albeit briefly, before he came, pounding L from behind while she was sucking on my cock. After he withdrew from her and went to sit down to catch his breath and regroup, L excused herself to go and use the bathroom, leaving us in somewhat awkward silence while "Pulp Fiction" played on the television. What does one say in that situation? Two naked men, sitting there, while the focus of our attention was in the other room.

L came back out after a few minutes and we went back to work on her again, but the break in action had also led to a break in our erections, despite her best efforts.

"I think we should all take a break and take a hot tub," L suggested, apparently comfortable in having some say in the evenings actions as opposed to being reduced to nothing more than a fucktoy.

And the thing is, it was a good idea. I ran the water again in the hot tub. By this point L had removed her blindfold so she could see our gentleman for the first time. With the tub full and the jets on, L climbed in first and I got in next to her, and then he joined us. It was a tight fit. L positioned her feet into each of our laps. I don't recall us talking too much; at first we just sat there and enjoyed the relaxation.

L was then on my lap and she leaned in and gave me a deep kiss. "I love you," she said.

"I love you too," I replied, kissing her back, and making out with her while our friend watched.

"You don't want me to kiss him, right?" she asked me.

"It's fine," I said. "I don't mind."

L then got off my lap and crawled over to his lap, and then, facing him, draped her arms around his back and leaned in and kissed him in the same manner she had just kissed me. Afterwards the got back on my lap to kiss me, this time kissing at my neck and earlobe, and then did the same for him.

We have talked about that moment a few times since then. It is one thing to allow another man to fuck the woman that you love, and to watch her suck his cock, and so forth...but quite another to watch something this intimate. Later that evening L expressed her concern that I would be angry with her, that she knew there was no way she could watch me do the same with another woman, and the truth of the matter....well, the truth of the matter is that since Friday night, as I have replayed the evening in my head, that particular moment, watching my beloved L make out with another man, has always aroused me more than anything else that took place that night.

It certainly aroused me at the moment, as I was fully erect again, and I sat up on the edge of the tub to give L access to me. She sat back on my lap, facing him, and I eased my cock inside of her and she started rocking back and forth on me. Our friend lifted himself out of the water slightly so she could suck on him. It was a scene straight out of erotica, a threesome in the hot tub, and within a small amount of time, with L's cunt squeezing at me, I came for the second time that night.

After that we got out of the hot tub and dried off. "I am done for now," I told L. "But you need to take care of our friend still."

I watched as he fucked her from behind, holding L's head. L's moans and pantings got more and more louder, and soon she was asking permission to come, and I allowed her. He kept fucking away, and as her first orgasm subsided, a second one was right behind and she came again.

Our friend confessed to being done for the evening, and after getting dressed and some awkward small talk about what the rest of the weekend had in store, he departed. I got in bed with L who had curled up in the fetal position and held her and told her how much I loved her. It was at that point that she was worried about me being mad at her, and she started talking about how she would never ever do anything to upset me or mess things up with us.

"It's ok baby," I said. "Everything was ok. This was all my idea, remember?"

We ended up having sex two more times that night, and again the second we woke up in the morning before checking out. We did not leave the hotel with any type of awkwardness between the two of us; what we have discovered is that we tend to feel closer after these threesome sessions, this one perhaps even more so.

It was our seventh or eighth threesome. it won't be our last. Eventually, we will work an MFF threesome into the mix, and lately we have been talking to a couple of other couples about getting together for an evening of watching and being watched. We talk about those things, at night, with the bedroom door locked, discuss fantasies, offer explicit descriptions of sexual acts, and then we fuck ourselves silly.

This venture into the taboo, this exploration of what for so many is an unfulfilled fantasy, draws us in as a couple, especially in regards to our D/s dynamics. That we emerge from these sessions closer is, I believe, a testament to the strength we have as a couple.

Friday, September 4, 2015

Baby steps

Anyone who has read this blog from the beginning know that the two areas L expresses hesitation at in performing sexually are swallowing and anal. We have had discussions about it over the years, I have expressed my desire in both of those acts. It is not like they have been absent; they make their appearances from time to time, anal more so than swallowing, and usually during that time of the month.

It has taken will power on my part, particularly with not forcing her into swallowing during oral sex. She is very, very talented in that arena...knows that part of my body well, knows the right way to please me, that perfect combination of sucking and stroking. She gets that rhythm going, gets me into a state of what can best be defined as exceptional hardness, where it is just so damn tempting to grab the back of her head, push myself into her throat as far as I can, and release.

But I don't; instead, withdrawing from the comfort of her mouth at the very last second possible, and throwing her back onto the bed and slamming into her cunt, once again, relying on my will power (or is that power of my will?) to hold off from not erupting right away. When I do, it is explosive. L has nicknamed me "buckets" before because of the amount of ejaculate that I produce, and when I roll off of her and she tends to the mess running down her thigh, she thanks me for not making her mouth the recipient.

It was that time of the month earlier this week; Aunt Flo bid farewell yesterday, just in time for the threesome we are planning tonight (that will be another posting). Three nights ago..or was it four? it can be such a blur sometimes...I had L spread eagled, face down into the bed, with our new under the bed restraint system holding her in place. It had been some time since I had restrained her; the system was recently purchased via Amazon for an amazingly low price, and that was evident in the quality of the material to the point that I really questioned if it was going to work when I unpacked it and set it up. Lo and behold, it worked quite nicely, completely immobilizing her. As I stood back admiring my pet, I immediately asked myself why I don't do this more often, having forgotten (apparently) how aroused I get to see her in such a helpless state. I didn't ponder the situation for too long and was on top of her instantaneously, already hard and throbbing and pressing against her, as I started nipping at parts of her body with my teeth, whispering in her ear, telling her what a slut she was and how tonight she had no choice, she was going to get fucked in the ass.

"Yes Sir," she whimpered. "I have no choice. You can do whatever you want to me."

More biting, more strikes with my hands, more reaching underneath her and pulling, twisting at her tits. In my memo to her the next day, I told her that I had entered "Dom space" and the adrenaline that surged through my body...and the things that I wanted to do to her...were beyond intense.

Then I was in front of her face, and I twisted her head around so she could suck on me. I held her head down firmly as I fucked her mouth. I told her that her mouth was nothing more than a cunt to me.

I told her her ass was next.

And it was next, after a proper amount of lube had been applied to her ass and then coated my cock. I knelt behind her ass, stroking myself as I applied the lube. I did it with some force so she could hear the sound of it. I told her how much I loved her ass, how I knew it was going to be so tight around me.

She whimpered again. "You can do whatever you want Sir."

And I did. Slowly at first, mindful of her discomfort, again, so much will power on my part when I wanted to slam into her forcefully. I allowed her to ease her ass back into me, and once full penetration has been achieved, I slid in and out of her.

"What a nice ass to fuck," I told her.

"Please Sir, don't take long...." she whimpered in reply.

That was not a problem.

Ass fucking, check. Then the other day I stopped by to visit L during a break from a 16 hour work day, in the bedroom with her relaxing for half an hour. When the time was up, I got off the bed and was prepared to leave when all of a sudden L lay back on the bed, her head hanging slightly over the side, her mouth slightly "that" position prepared for "that" act.

Work could wait just a bit more.

I unsnapped my pants and took my cock out as I stood over her, and inserted herself into her mouth as she instantly went to work, bringing me to full erection.

30 second in, she removes her mouth and looks up at me.

"Go ahead," she said. "I will do it."

I held off for as long as I could, but that wasn't long at all, and when I came, it was evident on her facial expression which was not necessarily one of displeasure, but, rather, one of someone who was determined to please her Sir despite however she felt about the act. I came in her mouth, holding her head in place, and though she did her best to swallow it, ended up with spitting some of it out into a kleenex.

I withdrew from her mouth and tucked my cock back into my pants, and used my finger to remove a slight trace of myself from the side of her mouth.

"Good, good girl," I said. "So proud of you."

Text exchange between S and L the next day, after L asked me if I could bring her breakfast while I was out running work errands:

S: I suppose taking my cum in your mouth does make you eligible for a treat.

L: Yes, I believe so.

S: Some might consider that in itself to be a treat.

L: Baby steps.

Hmm, yes.

Baby steps, indeed.