On matters pertaining to sex

Please find above, for your viewing pleasure, what L and I believe is a rather lovely picture of me getting ready to penetrate her. You have to admit in terms of pre-penetration pictures, this one is pretty good. Some might say it is fucking hot. We both like it, and so we will share so that those of you who visit this blog seeking arousal through the written word will have a visual component to add to your pleasure. I have no concern that such a graphic image might offend some of you, because truthfully, you ought not to have been on this blog in the first place if you are an easily offended person.

It seems that Doms who write blogs about their lifestyle rarely go into graphic sexual detail about their D/s relationship, tending instead to focus on the philosophy of the D/s dynamics, leaving the delicious details to be revealed by the many subs out there who write so damn well. I'm talking about you, Conina! And that's all well and good, because I admire those Doms and what they have to say, and often times look to their blogs for guidance and suggestion. They helped me become the Dom I am today, and I tip my hat to them.

Every now and then I go down that road in my postings, more so in the beginning then I do now. As of late, if I feel inspired to sit down and write something, it is going to be on matters pertaining to sex. I draw inspiration to blog from the things that L and I do in the bedroom, wonderfully kinky things that are guided by our D/s relationship, and I suppose that maybe I have become more of a sex blogger than anything else.

What can I say? I'm a highly sexual person, and L is too. On my side, I didn't really come to terms or realize the full extent of my sexuality until I met L, and especially when we went down this road. I was in a sexless marriage for many years prior to meeting L --- at one time, a drought that lasted more than two years. It is quite the jump to go from that to what L and I have where it is very, very rare if we ever go a day without having sex. She bowed before me and handed me a key to unlock what she calls my "twisted mind", and when that door opened, I sure as hell wasn't going to close it. It is delicious. It completes me. It is...me.

But it is me because of L. It's much more than what you see in the above picture (again, what a nice picture!) and the fucking and the sucking and the Dominating and the submitting, it is because of the love I have for her as well. It is because of where we have been and where we are now. I don't just look forward to crawling into bed with her each and every night because I collar her and command her to do whatever I tell her to do based upon how I am feeling, I look forward to it because of what happens after that, when she falls asleep next to me, and I follow, and her warm body is next to mine, and I wake up to that wonderful feeling each and every morning.

And yes, the sex. Good lord almighty, the sex! Sex, I might add, with an absolutely perfect partner. Yes, you heard me. Perfect. A lovely woman, the most sexual woman I have ever met, eager to please and to be pleased, a naughty nympho not shy about admitting her love of sucking cock, a panty soaked pet ready to raise her ass to me at any time for a good old fashioned knock the pictures off of the wall, pounding from behind.

The sex. Good lord. The sex.

Which is why I write what I write.

Which is why I posted the picture above.

Enjoy.

Permission to touch yourself granted.

Smile.

safe & secure (from L)

S has given me a writing assignment for today....the first in a long long time.   Here it is: So I think it is time for you to contribute to the blog again, been ages since I have had you write anything. Time for a little introspective on how you feel things are right now with us and our dynamics. Where do you think you are as my submissive right now. Take a look back at what you wrote around this time last year for ideas of what you did then  (it was quite good). I would like this done sometime today.

 

Last year at this time I believe I said that we resided at the top of Shit Mountain.  We kinda were.  S was between jobs, the restaurant where he worked nights was closed for a month.  We had just had my ex here for Christmas which was a bit of a hell on earth for the most part.  We were struggling with money....with us....with him....with life.  You know, Shit Mountain.

 

I had been living in fear for a long long time.  Even before my ex was diagnosed with the cancer, I was scared.  I stayed with him for years because I was afraid of what would happen if I didn't.  Then after he was told he would die, that brought a whole new fear of him taking me with him.  One day when he was here.....after being diagnosed.....he was using my car and had picked me up at work.  I had ran an errand that day and he knew about it and refused to believe that it was work related (now mind you, we were not even together and had not been for two years) and drove the car like a mad man....like he would crash with me in it. 

 

After that last visit at Christmas, S moved his things in for the last time.  I still took the boys to see their dad as much as possible but never allowed him back in the house.  He died two months ago today.  It was a horrible way to go.  He never changed one bit....I honestly thought he would towards the end.  My boys are fine for the most part.  Things did not change in their lives and I have always taken care of them.

 

So I guess one of the biggest changes in my life right now is I no longer live in fear.  One of the things threats I always had was he would burn the house down (with us in it, I have clue) but the threat would keep me up at nights listening if I heard something.  If you have ever lived in constant fear, you would know that it is HUGE when it is gone.  I feel safe, secure....taken care of and no fear.

 

S of course went right to work at a good job and just today it was announced in the local paper his even better job.  We had a really great holidays and filled our home with family, friends and loads of food.  We shopped together, decorated our tree.....and we have blended into a really good family unit.  My children love S and he them.  Things are just really really good.

 

As for behind closed doors....that is really really good as well. 

 

As for Shit Mountain.....that's just a place I used to know.

Survey says!

I'm always looking for new and innovative ways to push L within the context of our D/s relationship, and fortunately, I have a highly creative  side to me and suffice to say, things are never boring for us.

I used my academic background to give pet a report card on her performance before, and another tool I enjoy using that helps provide some quantitative research into our relationship (again, the academic side coming to life here!) by randomly sending her a survey via Survey Monkey for her to fill out.

I posted the link to the one I sent her earlier in 2013 to fill out, and a number of other subs out there filled it out as well. For Doms looking for similar ideas, the link to the survey is here, or if you are a sub and would like to take it, be my guest!

http://www.surveymonkey.com/s/PGFSNLT

On the day of our session with a third, I sent her the following survey to get a sense of her experience prior to being with me in this area:

https://www.surveymonkey.com/s/RYN93MZ

She balks at taking them...too personal! she says, in the case of the last one. But it's fun for me to pull such information from her, and given that she always answers yes to the last question I ask her: "Are you wet after taking this survey?" she enjoys it more than she lets on.

In appreciation of women who love to fuck

I got the above text from my pet around 11 this morning. She is still on break for the holidays and was at home just getting up while I was in my office. Doing what she was asking of me was the furthest thing from my mind at the time as

 I had just finished up a big job interview with another company and was weeding through the many emails that had piled up after a one-week hiatus.

She was wanting to fuck. Not later tonight, but right then and there. She didn’t want to make love, she didn’t want me to come cuddle with her and whisper sweet nothings in her ear, she wanted to FUCK. Hard, fast, and brutal.

I contemplated the situation. I did have a lot of work to do, with meetings coming up around the corner. The Dom in me wanted to scold her, call her a little cum slut who would have to sit around in wet panties until I got home. But then I looked at her text, and I pictured her waiting for me, and I felt a stirring in my pants, and minutes later, I was out the door. Maybe she was topping from the bottom a bit here, but I didn’t care, because fucking her seemed like a damn fine idea.

I got home and went into our bedroom and locked the door. She was lying on the bed, already getting in the position to be fucked from behind. I, however, was in need of some attention first, so I positioned myself at the side of the bed and took my cock out for her to suck on. I was still fully dressed, with shirt and tie on, while she eagerly took me in her mouth and quickly brought me to a full erection. Once hard, I flipped her over and entered her from behind and gave her just what she was asking for. Within seconds --- seriously, it was that fast --- she was asking for permission to come. I granted her permission, and her orgasm hit her hard and fast as I continued pounding away inside of her.

I am not only the owner of a submissive woman, my own personal pet that I can do anything with, I also happen to be a loving companion for life with a woman who loves to fuck.

It’s a great feeling. I don’t think there is anything sexier that a woman who truly loves to fuck. A woman who is confident and comfortable with her own sexuality, and has no problems expressing it with her partner. A woman who will unabashedly admit that she enjoys cock. A woman who not only expresses her love for fucking in the words she says or in the way she moves (the way you move ain’t fair, you know), but in the way her body reacts. You know what I mean. I’m talking about the oh so lovely wet spot that forms on the front of panties, the dripping that spreads down onto thighs, that soaks the sheets, that coats the face when you go down on her, that leaves your cock glistening when you pull out of her. I’m talking about Rick James’ super freak of a girl, the kind you don’t take home to mother; I’m talking about Prince’s darling Nikki, the sex fiend in a hotel lobby masturbating in a magazine.

But I’m just not talking about any woman who loves to fuck; I’m talking about the woman who loves to fuck who is not supposed to be the woman who loves to fuck. The suburban mom who volunteers for her son’s sport team, who lives in a nice house in Mayberry with kids and a dog and a cat and a swingset in the front yard. June Cleaver with a lust for cock; Carol Brady putting a show on for Mike with her Hitachi Magic Wand; Donna Reed with a ball gag in her mouth and a flogger striking her ass and loving every minute of it.

You know. A woman like my woman. The one that I own.

She loves to fuck.

So men of the blogosphere, let us now gather in our respective man caves and pour ourselves a Maker’s Mark on the rocks, and let us toast to the women that we love who love to fuck. Let us cheer their desires, their lustiness, their horniness; let us applaud the sounds they make when we first penetrate them and the way they beg us to fuck them hard; let us appreciate their willingness for us to whisper things in their ears while fucking them, things their mom’s don’t want to hear, like calling them cum sluts, cock whores, and fuck toys. Let us applaud our good fortune together, and shake each other’s hands, for we are lucky men indeed, because we have in our possession women who love to fuck.

A toast, good sirs, to the lovely ladies who enjoy the sensation of living in a penetration nation.

{clink!}

And now you will excuse me as I have a woman who loves to fuck, and she wants it right now.

The best of 2013

As I said in yesterday's post, 2013 was quite the year for us. I offer now, in no particular order, some of my favorite postings/moments from the last year.

We certainly had some great ones....with more to come in 2014.

1. The First Time, in which L and I pretend like we are two virgin high schoolers worried about getting caught by her mom.

2.Captive, in which L and I take things to another level during an overnight stay in a hotel room, and she experiences sub space for the first time as she talks about in her posting about the night.

3. The New Bed, in which L and I make our first and most significant purchase in our relationship, and L's posting about it here.

4. Happy Birthday to Me, in which L presents me with a couple of gifts that fall into the category of the gift that keeps on giving....

5. More of Everything, which nicely summarizes what the two of us want in this relationship.

6. Wet, in which I talk about one of the many things I love about L and the pussy that I own.

7. Rape Scene, a fairly intense session, which resulted in L discovering subdrop for the first time.

8. Pussy Spanking, a brief homage to one of my favorite activities (interestingly enough, one we did last night that made L come...)

9. Update from L: Coming Down Shit Mountain, one of my favorite postings from L.

10. 3, in which I share L with another man for the first (but not the last, my pet) time.

A very (not) vanilla Christmas

Here in the Far North we are coming out of almost a week of much needed hibernation, stretching our arms, and getting ready to tackle the world outside of our home and, the place where we spent a lot of our Christmas break, our bedroom. It was a great Christmas --- the first Christmas L and I spent together and our first in our new family mode. It’s a time of peace for us in many ways, and I think the underlying word that defines all that is us right now is content as we close off 2013 in a better place than we entered it, and where 2014 and beyond holds promises that we are probably not even fully aware of yet.

Lying in bed the other day L half kiddingly said “This has been a pretty vanilla break.” She was half kidding because the reality is, there wasn’t much vanilla at all about the things we did behind our closed and locked bedroom door. The only day there was no type of BDSM activity was on Christmas night, not because we felt the day was too sacred and holy for such activities, but because when we did finally crawl into bed, we were both simply too exhausted to do anything.

But the rest of the break was business as usual. The cane made it’s nightly appearance, L was restrained on more than one occasion. The flogger came out of the closet, panties were ripped off of L and shoved in her mouth to keep her quiet, she was fucked hard with a dildo, she was collared and leashed and ordered to suck on me on several occasions --- these are hardly the activities of a June and Ward Cleaver! On the evening of the day she made that comment, she was caned for one hour straight – our longest session yet.

What is happening here is that once again we are realizing we have not yet reached the thresholds of our limits --- for her, or for me.  The activities we engage in in bed are by no means vanilla, rather, it is more a factor that it is not enough. The only thing that kept one hour of caning going into two hours of caning was the late hour of the night. The fact that we have family and a little child who knocks on the bedroom door at random times keeps us at bay as well. There are things I want to do to L that exist, for now, in the dark recesses of what she calls my twisted mind. I’ve made some discoveries about her --- and about myself --- and subsequently, about us as a couple --- this last year, that excite me. That arouse me. And what excites me and arouses me the most is the fact that it has the same effect on L.

We go into 2014 a different couple than the ones that went into 2013. That difference is not limited to just the bedroom, it also encompasses the world around us, the family that we have created, and the trials and difficulties that we have overcome.

2014 will be a lot of things for us.

But the one thing it won’t be?

It won’t be vanilla.

3

So I suspect that followers to this blog are wondering how our experience went on Friday night. I appreciate your patience. There are a lot of different aspects of that experience to write about, not only just with how it went, but the effect it has had on us afterwards (which is quite positive). There really is nothing causal about something like this…for a couple to open their sexual door to another and to allow someone in to take part in an incredibly intimate and personal act. The possibilities for things to go wrong, either on an emotional or physical level, are quite high. For it to work, there has to be a deep understanding and connect between the couple as well as bringing in the right person.

I’m pleased to say that our session went well. It was not perfect, and there are things I would have certainly changed and will do so for the next time (because there will be a next time). But all in all…it was good.

So let’s talk details. Isn’t that what you want?

We rented a hotel for the evening and after having a few drinks and dinner in the bar, we went upstairs around 9:30p.m. to prepare. I had instructed my friend to arrive at 11:30 as I wanted some time alone with L to get her into subspace so that she would be in that fuzzy place that would allow her to experience the whole situation better. Being that it was Friday and the end of a busy work week, we were both exhausted, and L’s first reaction when we got upstairs was to take a nap, which I allowed her to do.

Around 10:30 I woke her up.

“You need to go take a shower,” I said.

“Just a little bit more,,,please…” she muffled.

I allowed her 15 more minutes.

At 10:45 she went in to take a shower to prepare herself for our guest. When she got out, I instructed her to lie down, face down on the bed, as I started to work her over. First with the hands…it had been awhile since I had given her an actual spanking, simply because it is just too damn loud in a house filled with kids. From there I used the cane and flogger, working her over, stopping every now and then to rub her ass.

At 11:20 my phone rang.

Our guest had arrived.

L asked for just a bit longer, so I worked her over an additional 10 minutes. I then blindfolded her and whispered in her ear “I’m going down to get him now.”

She let out a bit of a whimper. Suffice to say, she was nervous.

I went down to the lobby and got my friend and brought him up to the room, where L lay in bed, blindfolded and waiting for us.  I directed my friend to sit in the chair facing the bed as I wanted to work on L some more to get her ready. He sat and watched quietly while I continued to spank her. Occasionally I would stop and spread her pussy wide open for him to see.

When I thought she had found her place (more on this later, because as it turns out, she hadn’t) I turned to my friend and said “Come over and help me.”

He came over to the other side of the bed and removed all of his clothes and positioned himself next to L.

“Go ahead and spank her,” I said. “She likes it.”

He started spanking her much in the same manner that I did, bringing his hand down across her rather red ass.

“Check her pussy,” I ordered. “She reacts quite nicely to spanking.” He did as directed, sliding his hand underneath her and discovering the moistness that I am familiar with on a daily basis.

“Are you doing ok?” I whispered in L’s ear. Yes, she said breathlessly. I would do that from time to time during the session, just to make sure she was handling it ok.

“Let’s alternate spanking her,” I told my friend, and we did, first me striking her ass, then him, then back and forth we went, the two of us spanking L.

“I think it’s time for her to please us,” I said. I went over and got L’s leash and attached it to her collar, then pulled her head up so it was over in my lap where she started to suck on my cock while my friend grabbed the back of her head, forcing her down on me.

After a couple of minutes, I told her “Now it’s my friends turn.” Using the leash I guided her up from my cock and positioned her mouth over to the other man’s cock. Without hesitation, she took it in her mouth, and there…right in front of me and under my command…my precious little pet was sucking on another man’s cock.

 

From there….well, from there. We took turns having her suck on our cocks. We had her up on her knees and she a hand on each one of us, stroking us, while we were on either side of her fondling and squeezing at her tits. Then the fucking started. First me fucking her from behind while she sucked on the other man. Then she was on her back and he entered her while I positioned myself over her face and started fucking her mouth. We alternated this for a while, and at every step along the way, L was experiencing two cocks at the same time…and if I may add, looking very lovely while doing so.

My rules for the other man going into this was that he could not come in her mouth, and that there would be no anal sex. Entering the home stretch, so to speak, I told him “We are going to come on her.”

He was to her left, I was to her right, both of us positioned slightly above her. She took his cock with her left hand, and mine with her right, and stroked the two of us. She wasn’t able to get the right friction from the angle she was at, so we took matters in our own hands, both of us stroking ourselves with our cocks aimed towards my pet. I came first, and then he came, unloading himself on her breast and then rubbing it in.

Silence, at first. I went in the bathroom and got a washcloth and cleaned pet up, which is the decent thing to do after two men have come on her. The other man, as I had requested him earlier, got over and got dressed. His work was done. He was only needed for one thing..as an anonymous cock and set of hands. L had remained blindfolded during the whole time, so never saw him, and he barely spoke, so in terms of anonymity, he was anonymous.

I went over to shake his hand and thank him before he left.

“You’ve done a great job with her,” he said quietly.

And then he was gone.

L was already close to sleep. I crawled in bed next to her and held her tight, kissing he back of her neck and telling her how proud I was of her.

And I was proud. Exceptionally proud.

That is what happened.

I will write more later about how this has affected things now for us, and as I said earlier, it has all been quite positive.

And so the taming of L, a process started on May 3, 2012, continues. In a whole new direction.